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Honeymoon Hot Tub

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She went shopping for a new bathing suit for our honeymoon. My wife is seductively modest. She knows what I like, and she holds back just enough to make getting into her panties a challenge. She enjoys it when I pursue her. She showed me her new suit, a simple, modest tankini with spaghetti straps. The bottoms were purple, and the top was white. It was classy and simple, catering to my tastes. What I did not know was that she had purchased the suit one size too small. I love how her bathing suit hugs her body and accentuates her curves and her ample breasts. This suit would accentuate in spades. And this was just one item she had in store for me.

After landing in Reno, the rental car agent offered us a free upgrade when he found out it was our honeymoon. The 4×4 SUV would prove useful in the snowy mountains. We headed out to Lake Tahoe, our chosen destination. It was the latter portion of March, with most of the spring breakers already departed and the town quieted for the dénouement of the season. We just caught the rental office before they closed, got the keys to our cabin, and proceeded to a quiet, wooded neighborhood on the California side of the state line, much quieter and less tourist-infested than the Nevada side. Our cabin was small and quaint, and the snow was undisturbed. Being a fan of tradition, I carried Vanessa across the threshold and gently laid her on the couch. My plan was to go get the bags, but she held on. We kissed passionately. As she pulled away, she smiled. Her smile is what drew me to her initially. Her smile lights up the room. Her eyes are a deep hazel that draws me in, mesmerizing me, and she uses them to own me.

“Let me go get the bags.” I whispered. She acquiesced, letting me slip away. She then went about exploring our cabin. Simple, no frills. It’s just what we wanted. Quiet, privacy, a fireplace…….and a hot tub. She knows how sexy she is when she’s dripping wet. When we were bursa escort first dating, we had attended a pool party at a friend’s place. When we got back to my place, we sat on the porch and watched the thunderstorms in the distance, she still in her black one-piece, with cleavage heaving as she breathed in the night air. Later she would admit to me that she had noticed me staring at her at the pool party and knew I enjoyed seeing her in her bathing suit. She was teasing me, and it was a mental picture that stayed with me. With the lightning and thunder in the background, her eyes transfixed while we sat on the dark balcony, the stars glistened off her still-moist bosom, and I watched her breasts rise and fall with each breath, wishing I could peel that bathing suit off of her and taste of her sensuality.

After the bags were delivered to our bedroom, the car and front door locked, Vanessa asked if I wanted to enjoy the hot tub she had found. It was on the back porch, and the thought of the contrasting warm water and crisp, cold night air was enticing. I unpacked my swim trunks and noticed she was waiting on me.

“I’ll be out in a bit. I have something to show you.” She quietly said. I dutifully made my way outside, took the cover off of the hot tub, started the jets, and got in.

She came out of the back door in a thick terry cloth robe, understandable as it was a chilly 30-degree night in the mountains. I could just make out her shape. The yard was dark, save for a soft glow coming from the kitchen. She surprised me when she turned on the porch light. “I hope you like what you see, Babe.” I wasn’t sure what to expect. As she disrobed, I took in her every curve, accentuated by the tight purple bottoms and the too-small white top. Her ample breasts heaving as she breathed in the cold night air, her nipples erect, the details barely hidden behind the thin fabric. I was in awe, but there was more to come. As she slipped bursa escort bayan into the warm water, we embraced and kissed passionately. I could feel her breasts against my chest, and she held me tighter than we had ever embraced. As she pulled away from me, I noticed the surprise she had for me. She had taken the lining out of the white top, making it transparent when wet. I could see her small areolas surrounding her erect nipples, inviting me to enjoy them. My bride is a DD cup, and touching and kissing her breasts is my favorite pastime.

“You like?” She queried, smiling devilishly.

“Indeed. You are exquisite.” I explored her body with my hands while she slipped my swim trunks down. I was already hard, but my cock began to twitch when she began to stroke me. She turned around, still touching me.

“Touch me all over, Jeff.”

I did as I was told, sliding one hand up her swim top to caress her breasts and another into the tight purple bottoms to feel her pussy. She had shaved for me, and she was already getting wet. She let me slide my fingers into her, enjoying her femininity.

“Take off my bathing suit, Jeff, and make love to me.” She had turned around and was looking me in the eye when she gave me the directive. I peeled off her swimsuit bottoms, feeling her beautiful round ass as I moved. She couldn’t wait, and she knows that I love to see her take off her top. As she peeled it off, her breasts bounced gently, nipples still erect, but now from arousal rather than cold. She latched on to me and wrapped her legs around me. “Fuck me, Jeff. Use my body for your pleasure.”

With that, I thrust my cock into her wet, tight pussy. I pushed her against the side of the hot tub. There would be no escaping my conquest of her womanhood. She moaned into my ear as I thrust into her, harder than I ever had before.

“Oh god, Jeff, you feel good. Fuck me, take me. I’m yours. I belong to you. escort bursa Only you can enjoy my pussy.” Little did I know she wanted me to explode, as she was planning on a marathon love-making session later that night. Her heels dug into the back of my thighs, her fingernails scratching my back while she pulled me into her. She was soft, wet, and tight. “You like to see me in my tight bathing suit, don’t you, Jeff? You’ve wanted to fuck me in the hot tub for a while now. Do it. Fuck me, HARDER!” I was slamming my cock into her as hard as I could, my mind a blank save for the ecstasy of seeing her peel out of that too-tight bathing suit and plunging my cock into her. “Come inside me, Jeff. Put your seed inside me. I want to know you own my body. You can fuck me whenever you want. I’ll spread my legs for you whenever you want me.”

We were the only two people in the world at that moment. Nothing in the world mattered. We were one, and we were in ecstasy. As much as I wanted to slow down and help her come, she wasn’t going to let me. She was giving herself to me, completely. “Fuck me Dr. Jones! Use me!” With that, I exploded, filling her womanhood with my seed. My body tensed up, and I was pushing as far inside her pussy as I could get. Her legs tightened around me, and her pussy contracted around my cock. I kept pushing, wanting to stay inside her, to prolong this amazing ecstasy.

We stayed there, holding each other, until I slipped out of her, satisfied completely. I just wanted to hold on to her. I couldn’t open my eyes.

“Wow, you really wanted me, Dr. Jones. I love it when you lose control with me.” Little did she know she has that power over me. “Do you like my body?”

“Sweetheart your body is a work of art. I love your body. If I could dip you in chocolate, I would lick you clean.” Little did I know that was on the menu for later. I stared at her body as we extricated ourselves from our embrace, feeling my manhood begin to stir again.

“Let’s go inside and cuddle by the fire.” We both drifted to sleep in a warm embrace. Our marriage had been fully consummated now. She was mine. And I would enjoy her tremendously.

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Homecoming: From a Soldier Ch. 03

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It’s still early, six am. I wrap a towel around myself and walk out Brads’ door to head for the room I have been using. Not expecting to run into Seth this early in the morning I was surprised to see him leaning against his door frame.

“Have an eventful morning ‘sweetie’?” Seth said with a scowl on his face. I had been dreading this conversation since he left Brad and me alone yesterday.

He pulled me into his room and I just looked up at him my face turning red. “Seth, you knew this was going to happen.” Running his fingers down my neck he slid one under the top of my towel, gave it a yank and it dropped to the floor.

“Yeah, but doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Do you know how hard it is to lay here and listen to you moan. Every time I closed my eyes I could see your beautiful face with that look you get when you are about to come. I had to jack off to my brother fucking you last night and then again this morning. So what are you going to do for me now? I have been a good boy liked you asked me too.” Seth said looking at me with nothing but pure lust in his eyes.

“Seth, Brad asked me to marry him last night.” I said as I showed him the ring shining on my finger. To my surprise he didn’t say anything he just took my hand and put my finger in his mouth and took the ring off with his teeth.

“When we are alone you take it off and don’t talk about Brad and I will keep my promise to be good while he is home.”

“You are not doing a very good job of being good.” I tell him as he locks his door picks me up and carries me to the bathroom that our bedrooms just happen to share. “Seth, Brad could come in.. We shouldn’t.” pendik escort Putting me down he walks to my side of the bathroom closes the door and locks it.

“Now if my brother comes in he will have to knock.”

“Seth we can’t.”

“Get in the shower and shut up, we don’t have much time and I’ll be damned if I am going to listen to brother fuck you and not make love to you myself.”

“Jen did you know that I could hear you through the wall?”

“Yes.”

“Is that why you never once told Brad that you loved him?” Jen looked down at her feet as the hot water ran over her shoulders.

“No, you know why.” She said quietly.

“Tell me Jen, tell me why.” I said as I lathered her shampoo in her hair. I could tell that Jen was stressed and I was not helping either, but I needed to know. I needed to hear her say it.

“Jen?” She turned toward me looked up at me with tears streaming down her face.

“Because I love you. I love you Seth. But I will not send Brad back to Iraq heartbroken. I do still love him and care about him, I just don’t love him in the same way anymore.” She said now sobbing in my arms.

I understood. Understood completely.

When it came to my brother I didn’t want to hurt him either. I love my brother and somehow in the last year I had fallen in love with his girlfriend.

“What are we going to do about this engagement?” I asked as I dried us both off.

“I don’t know Seth. He is only going to be home for a few days. Let’s get through that then we will figure something out. OK?”

“K.” I said taking her hand leading her to my bed.

“You have to be quiet. Do you think escort pendik you can do that?” I asked Jen smiling at her.

She smiled at me as she got on her knees and ran her nails down my thighs causing my dick to twitch toward her mouth. Smiling she ran her tongue around the head of my dick licking the pre-cum like a kitten licking milk.

“Jen, I am not going to last long.” Taking both of my hands and pulling me down to the floor she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. I could taste my cum on her tongue which made me hotter. When she pulled away she moved her sweet lips to my ear lobe, which sent shivers through my body.

“Seth.”

“Yeah.”

“I love you.” At that declaration I pulled Jens lips to mine, laid her on the floor.

“I love you too.”

“Make love to me Seth. I want to feel you in me. I want to feel you cum in me.” Spreading her legs I positioned myself between them and slid my cock into her warm, wet waiting pussy.

“Jennifer, do you know what you do to me? I don’t know if I can make it through a few more days of listening to you and Brad ‘make love’.” I said as I slowly pulled out and slid back into her.

“Seth, please just shut up. I know it is hard but we have to do this, for his sake. And I don’t make love to him anymore. I fuck him.”

“MMMMM Seth you are going to make me come, you feel so good in me.”

“Do you want me to go faster? Or is this good enough for you?” I asked as I slowly pulled my dick out just enough so that the tip was still in her, and pushed back in slowwww. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me closer to her.

“I want you to come in me, pendik escort bayan now. Please Seth.” I needed no more encouraging. Bending over Jen I placed both hands on the floor beside her head and pumped into her hard and fast.

“Jen, I am going to come are you ready? Remember be quiet.” She shook her head yes, arched her pussy up to meet my thrust and we both came.

Knock…knock…

“Jen you ready?” It was Brad.

“Shit.” I said rolling off Jen so she could go the bathroom.

“Almost Brad. I’ll meet you down stairs in a few. K?”

“Okay, I’ll see you down stairs.”

Putting my arms around Jens waist and kissing her neck we both looked into the mirror. “Don’t forget this.” I said, handing her Brads’ engagement ring.

“I need another shower, and now I have to hurry.”

“Jen don’t. Just get dressed, and when we are down stairs at least we will know that I was the last person to make love to you and my scent will remain. It is only fair, since you have to wear that thing on your finger for all to see.”

“If that will make you happy, but I have to shower some time.” She said smiling at me.

“I know, and maybe things will work out that I can be the one to help you out. Now go get dressed, and try not to wear anything to sexy.”

Kissing her on the neck I started to grow hard. Jen felt my cock press against her cute little ass and moved away. “No time, go get ready for church. Hey Seth.”

“What?”

“I love you.” She said as she walked through the door into her room.

How in the hell was I going to make it through the next few days.

“Seth.” I heard Brad outside my door. Just what I need, to look at my brother after I just made love to his ‘fiancé’.

“Yeah Brad.”

“You ready?”

“Almost, I’m getting dressed. ”

“Let me in. I need to talk to you about something.”

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Homo ‘Erect’-Us Ch. 01

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The musky scent of primal urges and infrequently washed bodies filled the makeshift shelter and seeped out into the cool Paleolithic early morning air. The air inside the shelter was moist and hot, and the previous night had been a marathon of love-making. The clanswoman had used muscles she did not even know existed previously as she mounted her bed-partner’s gigantic cock for the third time that night. His desire was insatiable.

The clansman held her hips firmly and guided her sopping pussy onto his pulsating prick. Her red-raw labia quivered as he filled her…entirely. She moaned in pure blissful agony and her brown body shuddered.

He maneuvered her onto her front, his full weight bearing down on her slight form. She leaned back and caressed his tight arm muscles, gasping as each thrust pushed her firmly into the ground. They were both dripping from the endless sex.

His gasps became grunts became a low rumble became a rising howl before he began pounding, clutching at her soft behind making her scream as she came against his rock-hard throbbing member. He pulled out of her and squatted on his heels, shooting a long stream of tiny diamonds onto her expectant face.

She grinned with the afterburn of pleasure and with the self-knowledge that life was infinite and all was one. Why hunt for food when you could fuck until you were delirious? Why find better shelter when you could swallow penis every day of your life. The quest for pleasure was far more important than future survival or the conservation of energy.

The clansman rolled onto his back and exhaled his satisfaction to the sky above. He could see the first rays of the sun. Soon, he would want to break his fast upon something more filling than pussy. He rolled onto his side and fixed his steely gaze upon his bed-partner.

His grin was luscious and reflected itself in her caramel-coloured face. She reached across to touch his flat stomach. He extended his long arm and stroked the length of her body; long toes to curved hips to pot-bellied stomach to full breasts to a slender coffee neck to moist lips to rest upon a high protruding forehead. He hummed to himself most satisfied and she licked his fingers. He grunted and got to his feet, cracking his back in the process.

The clansman peered out of the furs covering the makeshift shelter and watched a new day begin. They were nomadic people and would need to find a new place to sleep tonight. Not because they wanted to but because they had to fill an inherent need. He wondered if they would make love under the stars upon a bed of moss and wake covered in dew. Or maybe they would fuck each other entwined in a hammock high up within the branches of a tree.

He picked up his spear and left without a sound. The shelter was on top of a hill to give the clansman a view of any potential predators, human or animal alike. He descended towards a small copse of trees that eventually joined a dark forest. Before long, he was running through dense bush.

He was completely naked and his manhood swung from side to side with each long stride. He felt free and light, as if he was at peace with his surroundings. Suddenly, he felt his stomach rumble; an indication that he should find some food to replenish his lost energy. Preferably that of the four-legged kind.

He remembered that one week when he had to resort to berries and fungi foraged from the forest floor. Groundnuts and tiny unripe apples. Riverfrogs and dirty pondfish full of worms. Acorns and mungberries. He longed for the succulent flesh of a small piglet.

Once, he managed to get hold of a scrawny little squirrel but its meat did not last long into the week. That was a week of rain and cold weather. They had stayed in their shelter for the better part of two days for fear of catching a chill, surviving on dried squirrel meat and small berries. At least they had water.

But pendik escort once the rain cleared and the land began to dry, creatures began to return. The two clanspeople whooped and hooped in unison, crying to the skies above in ululating voices that held no tune. Their prayers had been answered. They would have food.

That night she fucked him sitting in his lap as he leant against the roots of a large tree. He came inside her underneath the stars, staring deep into her chestnut eyes. The clansmen had not cried out and roared as was his typical sexual performance but had whimpered and held her as she controlled his orgasm, fucking his cock until he was well and truly finished. She stared him down and that night she had become his queen and he her king.

The growl came from above. The clansman’s reflexes were too quick. He thrust his spear upwards as the panther came down. It yelped as blade pierced flesh. The big cat was a heavy creature and the clansmen’s spear snapped under its weight. The clansmen lowered it to the ground stroking its wheezing face as its lifeblood pumped out of the fatal wound, its wet pink tongue lolling through its meat-stained fangs.

The clansmen bent his head to smell its midnight fur. The panther’s scent was strong and smelled of the trees around him. The meat was not ideal to the taste but the pelt would insulate their shelter. He began skinning the animal with the blade end of the broken spear. He was methodical in his task and soon lost himself in his work.

When he finished, he noticed that he had a hard-on. He chuckled to himself and touched the end of his pointed prick. It shuddered. Taking another’s life-force always turned him on. He would return soon and have his bed-partner up against a rock and would spill his seed into the open air as an offering to the land for keeping him alive another day.

As he slung the still-dripping panther pelt across his broad shoulders, he saw a flash of colour through the trees. Blues and reds danced in the cool late-morning air on the other side of a cluster of small trees. He placed the panther-pelt on top of a moss-covered boulder and paced forward curiously.

He heard water and soft chanting in a high reed-like voice that caressed his ears, travelling the length of his body and stroking the height of his erect penis. He fixed eyes upon his prize. A dark-skinned tribeswoman was washing by a small brook close to a tall skinny tree with blue- and red-dyed furs and pelts hanging to dry from the branches. She was completely unaware of his presence amongst the trees. The clansmen watched her hungrily.

The dark woman bent over, dipping her head under the water and washing her dirty scraggly locks. Her entire body was exposed to the world. And to the clansman. Her tribal scars were a beautiful circular design covering her back down to her large voluptuous thighs. As she scrubbed her hair, her tight asshole quivered.

The clansman was ready to burst. He crouched low to the ground as he stalked his prey. Her obsidian hips were shapely and plentiful. Her tiny shoulders were a stark contrast to her large bottom half but that fascinated the clansman further. He enjoyed the shape of her body.

He heard a twig snap. He gasped as he saw the dark shadow suddenly cover his body. The swinging club just missed his head by a few centimetres. He rolled to the left and was quickly on his feet in a defensive stance. His opponent’s skin was dark as the night sky, yellow eyes burning with hate.

He dropped his club, roared and was on the clansman in an instant. The clansman fell back, buffeted by the bulk of this dark creature. His strength was incredible as he forced him down into the loamy moist soil. The clansman’s cock bulged as he struggled underneath the dark body of his attacker. He heard the high-pitched wails of the tribeswoman.

The unknown assailant’s hands scrabbled escort pendik at his throat, trying to find a strong grip. The dark-skinned man may have been stronger but he was not as dexterous as the clansman who quickly managed to squirm away. He rolled to his right and picked up his spearhead, rising swiftly to his feet. They both circled each other warily.

His trunk was pure muscle, rippling from his abdomen up to his hairless chest which protruded from his body like two sharp mountain peaks. Shoulders and trapezius muscles formed from a hard life of climbing trees for food and shelter gave the dark-skinned tribesman an extra height to his imposing figure.

His dark dick stood proudly to attention, reaching his belly-button. The tribeswoman was still screaming. The dark-skinned man, evidently her bed-partner, clicked and made a strange guttural noise to her. The clansman took advantage of that instant and pounced upon the tribesman. But he did not move an inch. The tribesman’s body was as hard as a cliff face. His cock even harder.

He stared grinning down at the clansman, flashing a set of ivory-white teeth stained red with the blood of some unfortunate creature. His muscular fingers grabbed the throat of the clansman and lifted him into the air. The clansman felt light as he was thrown a metre across the ground before hitting the earth with an oof.

He lay still on the soft soil, waiting for the dark-skinned man to advance upon him. Soon enough, the tribesman crouched down upon the clansman’s bare body face down on the ground. He ran his long fingers down the lower half of his body before reaching his anus. He withdrew himself and spat onto a strong index finger.

In that instant of withdrawal, the clansman quickly maneuvered onto his back and arced his spearhead in a vicious swiping motion severing the dark man’s carotid artery. He spasmed in shock and rose to his feet. So did the clansman.

The tribeswoman’s screams erupted once more. The spearhead entered the tribesman’s body several times before he stumbled backwards in further disbelief. The clansman advanced further. He grabbed hold of the tribesman’s body and sank the spearhead into his stony abdomen gouging an incision downwards towards his crotch.

The tribesman’s fingers scrabbled uselessly at the clansman’s throat. He had lost this one. The clansman severed his dark attacker’s onyx penis, shink, and tossed the purposeless member at the tribeswoman’s feet, thup. His lifeless body fell to the verdant earth.

She trembled as she stared at this blood-soaked figure who cracked his neck and held his arms outwards to the sky in triumph, his pulsating member on the edge of climax. She tried to sink under the water out of the line of his vision but he re-opened his eyes when she was only half-submerged. He ran towards her. She flicked water at his face which was a poor deterrent. It only made him more determined to win another battle.

Her large hips were cumbersome in the water and made it difficult to escape this terrible man who had murdered the one who kept her secure in this harsh and unforgiving world. The tribesman showed her no affection but he fed and clothed her.

She whimpered and screamed as the clansman caught her under the arms and pulled her to him. He howled with delight as she squirmed against his strong clutches. He stared down into her ebony face. Etched upon it was pure fear. Fear for what she knew would come and fear of the unknown.

She had large noisette eyes that contained a strange otherworldly wisdom and large ring-like lips that protruded from her mouth. Her neck was long and supple, a cosmetic difference that fascinated the clansman. He held her in the water as the forest resumed its noises around them. She stared at him and saw something different.

His long hair was tangled into locks that matted themselves over thick shoulders covered pendik escort bayan with brown downy fur. He was covered in lean stringy muscles that lent themselves to quick attacks and even quicker getaways. His eyes were ice-blue, the colour of the cool water in which she was calmly bathing herself before the attack.

His weatherlined face was covered in a bushy black beard that blended into the softer brown fur covering his chest. She reached up a tentative hand to his face and stroked his cheek. He still stared at her wet naked form. Her petite breasts pointed up to his face, their dark nipples erect in the cold early-afternoon air. This close to her, the clansman could smell her scent. Dark forest leaves and sweet tree oil. He inhaled deeply.

She was startled by the sudden noise but then smiled, then averted her eyes, then giggled sweetly. He laughed a hearty booming laugh along with her then let go of her body. They both stood facing one another in the water; she, up to her belly button while he, barely waist-deep.

The tribeswoman began to walk slowly away from him towards the water-soaked shore, shaking her hips suggestively. Her obsidian ass cheeks like two large domes rose up and down, up and down creating small wakes in her passage through the water as her hips swiveled from side to side. Abruptly, she stopped in the shallows. She looked over her shoulder back at the clansman standing dumbfounded in the middle of the small brook.

Her tribal scars rippled as she shimmied her shoulders, triangles and moon-like symbols dancing an unknown samba at him. She crossed her right leg over her left and slowly bent over whilst still maintaining eye contact with the clansman. Water cascaded down her beautifully circular ass and between her crossed legs was the pinkest cunt he had ever seen. A budding tulip, her pussy quivered as she reached a slender finger behind herself and began playing with her red asshole.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes. Her pussy lips were engorged with desire. She probed deeper with her finger and emitted a small squeak, opening her eyes and staring longingly at the clansman. She turned around and presented her naked front proudly before the clansman’s lustful eyes. His mouth was agape. She giggled once more and ran a wet finger up her body, from lips to lips. She lay down in the moist sand of the shore and stretched herself out to dry, closing her eyes.

A shadow stretched across her vision. Eyes opening, she saw a proud prick jutting out of an unruly mass of brown pubic hair. She curled up into a crouch and stared it straight in the eye. She pursed her lips and placed a kiss right on top of the tip. It shuddered. She gave it another. It pulsed. She did it one more time and then licked the length of it before taking the entire member inside her tiny mouth while staring into the clansman’s eyes.

He gasped. His bedpartner only ever took him inside her cunt, she had never used her tongue to give him pleasure. Her eyes were all-knowing, and she was aware of his desire specifically. She wrapped her tongue around his long cock and sucked with her large lips, wringing his cock of any semen left inside his taut testicles.

She swallowed his seed whilst staring into his eyes. He admired her confidence but he had to assert his dominance. He shoved his face into hers, placing his nose flat against hers. She did not move an inch, standing her ground.

The clansman grunted in satisfaction and began walking back towards the shelter on the hill. The tribeswoman began following him. He turned his head to stare at her and she smiled a puckish smile at him. He lunged at her and gathered her into his arms roaring with laughter.

She squealed with fear and joy for she knew he was only playing but could feel the raw power behind his lean muscles. He would take her back to the shelter to meet his bed-partner. The tribeswoman would provide extra warmth and maybe some skills that could help them all survive another day. If she could not provide, he would slit her throat to save her the misery of trying to survive by herself in this cruel world.

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Return to the Fortune Teller

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Return to The Fortune Teller

By

de Vere

The sign glowed bright and red in the night.

FORTUNE TELLER.

It was a few minutes after 11:00 at night, but the sign lite this late at night meant she was still open. People probably need their fortunes told late at night with a few beers in them. That’s when people get into fights. Break up. Late at night is when love is lost and love is found. It is the time when tragedies occur and dreams come true. Both are impossible to believe and change a person forever.

I turned into the driveway.

The old crone slowly hobbled through the dark curtain into the room. The dim light made it hard to tell exactly what the dark pattern was on the long dress that hung from her bony, frail, stooped body. Her black eyes stared for a moment, then she smiled.

“The Hermit and The Star.”

“That’s right,” I answered.

Two days after my sister banged my brains out, she took me into her room again. She wouldn’t say why, but her blue eyes were wild.

“I’ve been thinking about the other night. A lot.”

“Me, too.” To be honest, I might not have thought of anything else for more than 4 seconds during that time. My sister is very pretty. Spectacularly, wonderfully beautiful. Blonde, tall, skinny yet shapely. The kind of woman who only exists in Victoria’s Secret runway shows. And she screwed me because this fortune teller told us that something terrible would happen if we did not have sex.

That old crone knew I was her brother. And she knew there was no way a guy like me would ever have sex with a woman like her. I’m not bad-looking or anything. I even resemble my sister quite a bit. But where my sister is sexy and glamourous, I am nerdy and an idiot. Doesn’t matter what I do, you can still tell who I am. And looking like a beautiful woman is not particularly good for a guy.

So, Ginnie took me into her room and closed the door. And locked it. She sat us down on the same bed we screwed on two nights before. “I need to ask you something.”

“Anything,” I said.

“Promise you will tell me the truth.”

“Of course,” I answered. “After what we did? I promise to tell you the truth.”

“Good. Because I’ve been thinking about it, and I keep having this terrible thought.”

Oh, shit. One of the reasons I had never tried too hard to lose my virginity was because I was sure a woman would have terrible thoughts after screwing me. Why did I let this geek fuck me? What if my friends find out? What if I run into him at the grocery store? That’s the kind of shit that ran through my head every time I thought about talking to a woman, so usually I didn’t. If it hadn’t been for that fortune teller and my sister, I’d probably have died in old age still a virgin.

Even if some woman had taken pity on me or gotten drunk as shit at DragonCon, she sure as hell would not have been as gorgeous as my sister. And no way in hell would she have enjoyed herself the way my sister did. Enjoyed me like that.

“I keep wondering about why we did that. Don’t get me wrong, it was…wonderful. I mean, amazing! It’s not that I regret it, because I don’t.”

She regrets it. Worse than that. She’s freaking out. I screwed a woman and she went fucking crazy because of it. My sperm causes insanity.

“Promise to tell the truth!”

“I will! I already promised that. Really, I will.”

“Did you pay that fortune teller to tell us what she said?”

“What?”

“Did you tell her what to say so I would sleep with you?”

“No!” I stood and paced her room. “How would I have done that? It was your idea to stop there, not mine. How was I supposed to know you would tell me to stop there?”

“I know, I know. It’s just this terrible fear I had that you set me up like that.”

“You think I would do that to you?”

“No! That’s the worst part, because I wanted to think wonderful thoughts about it. I am so glad you wanted to have fun and not just wham, bam, thank you ma’am so we could prevent some godawful calamity.”

The thing is, I wish I’d thought of that. I would have, and I might do it sometime in the future—if I could ever get another girl to take a ride with me. Not that I’d worked out the logistics of that yet. But, strangely, I had a different thought.

“Did you do it?”

“What? Me?”

“It was your idea to stop. Your idea to get your fortune read.”

“No! I swear, I had no idea.”

See, my sister is the most gullible person I ever met. And the thought that she might consider me to be as gullible as her did occur to me. Not that my sister needed to trick me like that. I had fantasized about her since about puberty. Maybe before. Sometimes I called that little sock I spunked into “Ginnie”.

Everyone feels that way, right? All my friends who have sisters talk about them like that, and none of them have a sister as hot as mine. Alex’s sister is fat and pimply and pretty ugly, but he’s always talking about sniffing her panties and jerking off into her bras. And Dave’s always talking about his sister’s tits. They are huge, and who could tuzla escort not dream of titty fucking their sister if she had tits that big?

To tell the truth, all Ginnie had to do was ask.

“Well, that’s the only thing that makes sense. Would you have had sex with me if I told you that something terrible would happen to us, rather than some fortune teller?”

“I don’t know. Maybe?”

“Maybe?”

“Well, I had just broken up with Kyle and felt like shit because he was fucking his ex.”

“You would have used me for revenge sex?”

“It would have been pretty good revenge.”

“Okay, answer me this: if I had just asked you to screw me—forget about breaking up or saving us from disaster—just asked you to screw me, would you?”

“No,” she said. “Well, maybe.”
“Seriously?”

“Well, you are really cute, in a geeky way. And you were a virgin! If you had told me you were a virgin and all, I could have helped with that.”

“Really?”

“It was kinda hot, wasn’t it?”

“It was very hot,” I agreed. Emphatically.

“Amazingly hot.”

“I had never seen that fortune teller in my life,” I said.

“Me neither. I paid her only for a legitimate card reading.”

“That fortune teller just took pity on me, that’s all.”

“What?”
“She saw this beautiful woman come in with her dork brother and decided, hey, let’s have some fun with them. She’s probably sitting there right now still laughing about it, wondering if we did it.”

Ginnie pondered that for a minute. “She did know a lot of things about us.”

“That’s how she does it. She can read people. They come in, she figures out what they want or need and tells them what they want to hear.”

“So, you fucked me under false pretenses.”

“What?”

“You didn’t believe it, but you let me think of it so you could fuck me!”

“Now, wait a minute—you just told me you’d have fucked me just to rid me of the burden of virginity.”

“Well, if you told me. Not just to take advantage of me because I got a little drunk and believed an ancient con artist.”

“Look, I kinda believed her. After all, she did know some things. About your criminal history as an underwear thief, for example.”

“Good, because I would have been furious with you for taking advantage like that.”

See? What did I tell you about her being gullible?

That was last night.

Which brings us back to the fortune teller.

“We’d like another reading.” Ginnie put a twenty on her table, which the old woman snatched up with her claws.

“Well, sit down, sit down.” She dealt 4 cards again. “What do you want to know?”

I asked, “Can this tell the past, or only the future?”

“The past is simple, my boy. The future? Only the cards can tell that, and only in the hands of one who knows how to use them.”

“Then tell us the past, first.” Ginnie had a poker face. I was proud of her. The woman flipped the cards. The Star. That is Ginnie. The Hermit—that is me. The Lovers. That is us.

“Those you know.”

This card was new. Under a huge sun stood two people, wearing only blue wraps around their waists like diapers. Otherwise they were naked. One had his arm around the other, who was holding two hands in front of the other’s diaper. “Le Soleil. The Sun. This is the best card in the deck.”

Ginnie asked, “What does it mean?”

“Happiness and contentment. Its meaning is only positive.” The old crone smiled knowingly.

“Then, the cards say we had sex.”

“You did have sex.”

This time, I asked, “What was the calamity?”

“A future which does not occur cannot be seen,” the fortune teller said.

“But, you saw it then!”

“What I saw was darkness and despair. What I saw was the result, not the nature of what was to befall you if you chose to forsake the cards. You made the wise choice. That pleases you.” She tapped a bony, crooked finger on Le Soleil.

“That’s it? I fucked my brother, and now everything is okay?”

“Isn’t it?”

The fortune teller really had us there.

“But what if I’m pregnant or something?”

I looked at her. “What?”

“The cards did not tell you to have unprotected sex,” the old woman said with a twinkle in her eye.

Ginnie looked at me and said, “The pill makes me retain water.”

“Jesus Christ,” I said.

“Do not blaspheme in here, Hermit,” the old woman warned.

“At least tell her if she’s pregnant,” I said. Not that I believed any of this bullshit, but she had been dead-on all along.

She laid two cards across The Hermit and The Star, face down. She turned over one with a wheel. “The wheel of fortune. Felicity. Luck. Destiny. Success.” Her claw flipped the second. “The Hierophant. Marriage, alliance, captivity, servitude. It also means mercy, goodness and inspiration.”

I asked, “So, not pregnant?”

“No, my boy.”

“Destiny?” Ginnie looked from me to the fortune teller.

“Do you doubt that this was your destiny?”

In the car, I started to turn the key, then stopped. “Why didn’t you tell me to wear a condom?”

Ginnie tuzla escort bayan laughed. “I couldn’t really ask my brother to use a condom, could I?”

She had a point there. “That’s not the point!”

“Do you even have a condom?” I didn’t say anything. “You don’t, do you?” She poked me in the stomach and I swatted at her hand.

“What if I’d gotten you pregnant? Hell, maybe you are! That fortune teller is not a pregnancy test!”

“I’m not going to screw my brother with a rubber!”

“Why not?”

“What do you mean, why not?”

“It’s not the same with a condom. Someday, you will understand.”

“Did you make Kyle use a condom?”

“Of course. I’m not an idiot.”

Some might disagree. “I am really confused right now,” I said.

“Look, it is better without a condom. It feels better. Free, natural. Dirty.”

“Better for who?”

“For both of us.”

“It was pretty amazing, wasn’t it?”

“Sure was. See, you got all mad at me when all I wanted was you to not pop your cherry inside a condom. Someday you will thank me for that.”

“I already thanked you.”

“You did not!”

“Thank you.”

“Asshole!” She was really pissed. Don’t ask me why.

“No, I mean it. Thank you. For the best night of my life. And for being the best sister any guy could ever hope for.”

“You are not bad for a brother, either. And an even better lover. I mean, after you found my clit.”

The funny thing is, we were both sober. We made more sense when we were buzzed after the party. I have no fucking idea what was going on. All I can say for sure is my sister fucked me without a condom, and she may or may not be pregnant. Whatever our destiny is. In the back of my mind, I hoped she was, because with my track record and the amount of jism I shot into her that night, if that did not get her pregnant, it might have been my only shot.

It was funny, too, thinking Kelly was not into me, but my sister was. Maybe there is something to say about destiny.

As we approached the turnoff into the neighborhood, Ginnie asked, “Do you really want to go back home?”

“Do you have something in mind?”

She looked in the back seat. “Want to go to church?”

“Are you nuts? What if we get caught?”

“You saw the cards. Destiny and the other card that means mercy, goodness. Only good things.”

“It also means captivity and servitude,” I said. “Who is the captive who serves the other?”

“You are my captive, of course. And you will serve me.”

I drove right past our street and struggled not to speed too much, in case there were cops around. We parked around back, and Ginnie climbed over the console into the back seat soon as we stopped. Her ass was inches from my face, and I stared again this time, too. She must have noticed, because she wiggled her hip and hit my face with it and laughed. I followed her back. She watched me silently as I got settled beside her. “What do we do?”

“Do you want to serve me?”

“Yes,” I said. Looking back, I answered whiny and needy, but I was horny as shit.

“Then why are you just sitting there? Take off your clothes.” I pulled my shirt over my head and slid my jeans down onto the floor. My tighty-whiteys were strained. “Keep going,” she said.

There I was sitting there with my cock sticking straight up, a little beam of light shining on it like a spotlight. And my socks. I remember having socks on. “Are you going to take your clothes off, too?”

“No,” she answered. She swung her legs onto my lap. “You are.”

So, I reached for her shirt and she swatted my hands. “Pants only.”

“But, I want…”

“Pants! Be a good little captive.”

How women get out of jeans that tight, I have no idea. I mean, it was clinging to her body, so I tugged and tugged until they slid off her hips and slowly down those long, slender thighs. At least she is skinny—thunder thighs might have been impossible in that small space. But they came off.

She pointed at her panties. They looked like a thong, but with her sitting on her ass, I could not be sure. “What are you planning while I still have these on?”

I pulled them off. They were a thong. I wished I could have seen her ass in them, but, then again, I was looking at the arrow she had shaved her blonde bush into.

“Kiss me under the arrow.”

It was nearly impossible. I tried to get down to her, but the seat was so narrow, it didn’t work. She opened up her legs wide trying to help, but her hip was only about a foot away from mine, but Ginnie had an idea.

“A good servant would kneel on the floor.”

I am a very good servant, and from the floor, I could easily serve her. When my lips met hers under that blonde arrow, they were already wet and hot, and she called out, “Oh!”

Now with the experience of a couple of nights before under my belt, so to speak, my tongue knew just where to attack her. The seat blocked her from opening both legs equally, but the one not blocked spread until the knee was up against the back of the front seat. For some reason, escort tuzla she tasted of cinnamon. I mean, it must have been my imagination, but she tasted fucking delicious. Her hips had started that movement again before I found her clitoris.

This time, it only took a second. And she grabbed the back of my head when I did and pushed my face against her snatch. I felt weird about my hands, so I grabbed the inside of each thigh and dove in deep. She really dug my tongue all up in her and started making some really freaky sounds. I squeezed on her thighs, then remembered her tits, so I reached for one. She had a bra on underneath—probably stolen—and that disappointed me a little. But her tit felt really good, even through the molded cup.

“Do you want me to….?”

She shoved my face back against her dripping snatch. “Don’t stop!”

So I licked on her clit and drank her juices while she held my head in place in case I tried to do anything stupid like say something again. Her hips moved in a circle, fast, then slow. I should have brought a camera. It would have been crazy, but it was probably too dark. I could barely see anything. Ginnie moaned and bit her lower lip and her hips circled clockwise. Down slowly, then quickly back up.

My tongue followed her every move, my lips pressed against her soft lips.

“Oh! Oh god!” She started up again like that again, so I knew she was coming, but we were in a church parking lot and she was calling out to god, so I just burst out laughing. I mean, it was funny as hell. At least to me.

Not so much to her. She smacked my ear and grabbed a handful of hair to shove my face into her crotch. She yelled for god louder, but I just kept on licking her little button. I traced the letters G, O and D over her clit while she screamed it. I almost laughed again, but she was coming like crazy, and I didn’t want her to smack my ear again, because it was still ringing.

The feeling making my sister come like that gave me was intense. Not as intense as what she was feeling, if all the moaning and grinding and sighing was any measure, but I felt like I had this amazing power. She began moving her hips up and down so fast, it didn’t seem possible. I couldn’t tell if she did it intentionally or if it was a spasm, but she was just repeating, “Oh.. ooh…” over and over, so I didn’t dwell on it. Instead, I dwelt on her clit.

How long can a girl come? I mean, it’s not like I can tell the way she can tell when I come, but it seemed like it went on for like 5 minutes. I may be serving her, but she felt I had taken her captive.

Another strange thought came into my head: did her ex-boyfriend lick her snatch this way? Did she come this long with him?

Finally, she stopped. Her hips fell still and the only sound she made was deep breathing. Her hand let go of my hair, so I stopped licking her snatch. But I reached to touch her around there, and it was wet everywhere. It was like a puddle in the seat under her ass. I just started licking everywhere that was wet because I love how my sister tastes. Not cinnamon anymore, but dark and earthy.

When I finished, I sat up beside her and played with one tit. “Did you steal this bra?”

“No. This one I bought.”

I was about to ask to see it, but she looked down in my lap and spoke first. “We need to do something about that thing.”

“Uh, OK.”

She just climbed right over me. Straddling my lap facing me like that, she was taller than me. She didn’t say a word, but just leaned up, her hand came around from behind somewhere and grabbed my dick and pulled it into place, then she dropped down over me the way she had the other night. This time, we both said “Oh,” together.

It was that same amazing feeling, soft yet tightly gripping my shaft. And so wet and smooth! Because of our position, she didn’t take me inside as deep, but it felt amazing.

She rubbed her tit against my face, so I pulled her shirt off. The bra was black and each time she lowered down on me, it bulged out and I could see boob inside. She had her arms around my neck. Then, she started kissing me.

I thought the first time she screwed me was hot—and it was—but this time I was not so nervous, even though we were fucking in a car behind a church about 50 feet from a streetlight. Our tongues moved together as she drove my cock into her. Her hands held my face, and mine held her hips as they rose and fell slowly. But I wanted tit so bad, so I reached up and slid one hand inside the molded cup of her bra to play with it.

There’s something about my sister’s tits. They make me come. I’d only been playing with it 10, 15 seconds when I felt it begin. I must have whimpered or something, because she knew before my first shot unloaded, and she did something really freaky and wonderful. She stopped moving her hips and just squeezed me with muscles inside her pussy. Squeezing like I was squeezing her boob, hard then light.

My orgasm may not have lasted a tenth as long as hers did, but I doubt hers felt any more penetrating. I literally screamed, then started laughing before another wave hit and knocked that laugh right out of me. Her pussy muscles continued squeezing on me, and she had this serious look of concentration, like it took her a lot of effort to do that. It was goddam worth the effort!

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You had been at work for hours, catching up on some paperwork you had been meaning to do for a few days. You phoned mid-evening to say not to worry about dinner, you had popped out to get some milk for your coffee and picked up a sandwich to eat while you were there. You thought you’d just stay and finish up, then we would have an evening together tomorrow. I was really disappointed. You’ve been working late too often recently, and I have missed snuggling up on the sofa with you. Missed our chats.

I thought I’d take advantage of the fact that I had some quiet time to myself, took the phone off the hook, and ran a bath. I poured in some wonderful bath essence (evening primrose oil, ylang ylang and sweet almond oil), and spent a few moments putting on some music, pinning up my hair and removing some nail polish before slipping into the water, enjoying the warmth as I sunk in up to my neck. I closed my eyes and lay there for a while just gathering my thoughts and allowing myself the luxury of daydreaming, knowing I wouldn’t be interrupted for once. I topped up the water now and again by turning the tap on with my toes. I thought about you, working hard, and about how quiet the place seemed without you. I missed the little noises that told me you were in the kitchen, pottering about, or hearing your music playing. It seemed especially quiet tonight.

My thoughts began a trip down memory lane, remembering how you and I met.. all the times we had shared online and on the telephone; all the emails we had exchanged. I used to love receiving your emails. I never knew what you were going to write about next. You were so amazingly inventive. Some of the scenarios you described were so unusual and I could really picture them as if I were there. I smiled warmly to myself when I thought back to our lovemaking last night and how we hadn’t wanted to get out of bed this morning.

When the water began feeling a little cool and the CD had stopped playing, I decided it was time to get out of the bath. I put a bathrobe on and went downstairs to turn the heating up a fraction. It was autumn and there was a definite nip in the air. I got a glass of orange juice and wandered around in the kitchen as I drank it, thinking of you. There was the pinboard, covered in postcards you had sent me when we first met, and a stack of CDs – mostly yours – next to the CD player I had for my birthday. Then there was that bottle of wine I was planning on sharing with you this evening. An idea came into my head. I put the wine into the cooler and collected a few things together, glancing at the clock. You would be home very soon. I finished my juice and rinsed the glass, smiling to myself.

* * *

There was the familiar jingle of keys in the door and you entered the hallway. I had left the lamp on. I expect you would have noticed that that was the only light on in the house. I could sense you creeping in quietly as you took off your coat and shoes. I could hear you lay your keys down and, listening hard, could hear you tearing open the envelope I had left on the side. I wondered what you would be thinking. On a sheet of cream paper I had written simply “Please bring the tray upstairs with you” and had put a big ‘X’ at the bottom. You couldn’t fail to see the tray. I had leant it against the bottom of bursa escort the staircase. And as you switched on the landing light to come up you would have seen some things I had placed on each tread, for you to put on the tray. First of all was a lace-edged cotton napkin, then a single rose in a small bud vase, taken from the vase in the lounge. A couple of steps further two wine glasses, and above them, the wine in the wine cooler. I could hear the glasses clink against one another as you placed them on the tray. Just after that I had placed a pretty scarf, a feather, and some massage oil.

I could hardly breathe, wondering what you must be thinking. I could feel my heart beating a little faster, and a tingle of excitement as I anticipated the rest of the evening. As you neared the top of the stairs you would have seen my hairbrush. I expect you would be smiling at that. You knew how I loved you to play with my hair. Next were some strawberries and grapes in a china dish and some strawberry sauce, and then you were on the candlelit landing. From this point you had to turn to the right towards the bedroom, and you would have seen the trail continue.. five little notes saying “Welcome” …. “to”…. “our”…. “Love”…. “nest”…just outside the bedroom door, which was ajar. I could hear you approach. You pushed the door open with your elbow and I watched through my half-open eyes as you entered the candlelit room.

I was laying on the bed in the black satin nightie I had described to you over the telephone one time. It was very flattering. My hair was loose, a little damp from having been in the bath earlier, and was fanned out across my pillow. I had turned back your side of the covers. “welcome home” I said, smiling, as I got up and came over to you. I took the tray from you, setting it on the bedside table, then, taking your hand, sat next to you on the edge of the bed and leant forward to kiss you, holding the back of your neck tenderly as our lips met. I opened my mouth slightly, and a tingle ran down my spine as your lips parted and our tongues found one another. I patted the pillows next to me and you moved further onto the bed, our kiss lingering as, I slipped off the bed and took the wine from the cooler. I opened the bottle and poured two glasses, bringing them over and perching just next to you on the bed.

We chatted for a few moments, and I couldn’t fail to notice your eyes drifting over to the tray now and again, nor would you have failed to notice as a grin crossed my face. The wine having warmed my cheeks a little, I asked you if you were in the mood for some fun. I giggled, smiling as you gave the answer I had been hoping for, and I pushed you further against the pillows, letting you sink into them, as I sat up a little, running my hand softly up and down your arm and around your neck. I climbed astride your legs, my fingers running down your chest, and when they reached your waistband they stopped and I looked into your eyes. I kissed you once again as you sank further into the pillows, and then asked you to close your eyes for a moment as I reached towards the tray. I wrapped the scarf around your eyes saying “shhhhhhh” and putting my finger to your lips as you began to protest. I teased you with the strawberries and grapes, biting them in half and tracing your lips, bursa escort bayan letting the juice lightly coat your lips before popping them into your mouth or mine. Whenever I sneaked a grape or strawberry, I leant forward and kissed you lightly on the lips – much to your surprise and amusement. All too soon the fruit had gone and I reached to the tray again as you lay still, just stroking my thigh gently.

Placing one hand at your waistband, I began unbuttoning your shirt from the bottom, teasing out the fabric, and exposing your warm stomach. You flinched when a drop of cold strawberry sauce hit your skin. I undid another button and opened your shirt a little wider, dropping more sauce onto you. Then I bent forward and kissed your stomach, open-mouthed, taking away the sauce as I sucked your skin slightly. I unbuttoned further up and pushed apart your shirt entirely as I kissed you, dropping several drops of sauce from your navel up to your mid chest. I hungrily kissed and sucked the sauce away as you appeared to hold your breath. There was one drop of sauce left, and I wiped this off your skin with my finger, brushing it softly against your lips until they were coated in the wonderfully scented, sticky sauce. You began to lick it off, and I pressed my finger again to your lips, letting it slide into your deliciously warm and wet mouth. I moaned under my breath. It was a real turn on, watching you suck my finger like that.

Reaching for the tray once more, I took the feather. I can’t remember where it was from now, but it was very soft. I drew it very softly across your forehead and down your nose, traced the line of your jaw and then down drawing swirly patterns down your arms and then your chest, stopping just for a moment to unzip your trousers and begin to pull them down. I was pleased to see the effect all this was having on you. As I stepped off the bed for a moment, you raised your hips just enough for me to ease everything off. I picked up the feather and continued to brush it over your stomach and gently down each thigh in turn. I stopped for a moment, then stroked it in circles on your balls and then along your penis, watching it rise in response. I felt myself suddenly become wet, aching to make love with you. I stood beside you then, taking both your hands in mine, kissing them softly and placing them first on my cheeks and then guiding them down onto my neck and shoulders, then my breasts. My nipples were hard under your palms. I asked if they felt good and you nodded, smiling. I asked if I should take off my nightie and you said yes, so I did. You asked if I could take off the blindfold, but I asked you to be patient.

With your hands now massaging my breasts eagerly, I took the oil from the tray and poured some into my hand. I leant forward, your hands taking the weight a little more, and placed my hands on your chest. I began to knead your shoulders gently, taking away the day’s tension, gradually working my way down to your biceps and rubbing each arm in turn, using more oil. I loved working the oil across your chest, feeling the friction of your hair under my hands. It was a little awkward, standing beside you, but I didn’t want to spoil the moment by moving now. I worked my way down and onto your stomach, making slightly firmer strokes so I didn’t escort bursa tickle you. Your hands left my breasts and you just stroked my side and my hip as I bent forward over you; my hair trailing where my hands had just been. My nose was just an inch away from your cock. And I could smell your arousal. I was so turned on.

Still stroking your stomach, I flicked my tongue along the tip of your cock and you moaned. I glanced towards your face as, without warning, I took your whole length right into my throat. You caught your breath, then moaned “ohhhhhh…… ohhhhhhh” I couldn’t answer, but responded with “mmmmmmmmmm” which seemed to drive you wild. I was sucking you.. holding you in one hand and still gently stroking your stomach. Your hand was stroking my side. I took it and guided it to my thigh, opening my legs as I guided your hand up toward my pussy. I wanted you to feel how wet just being with you made me. You had the most wonderful touch. Almost losing myself in the moment, I remembered where I was.. and I moved your hand gently away, despite your protestations, and climbed back up onto the bed beside you. You didn’t seem to mind too much when I took your hand again and licked your fingers before taking them into my mouth, sucking so gently before removing them and kissing each in turn.

I pulled the blindfold from your face and leant forward and kissed you passionately, my hands either side of your face. I knew you would be able to smell and taste how aroused I was by then. I whispered in your ear “I love you” as I moved to kneel astride you, feeling you rise to meet me. I rubbed myself along your cock, my lips opening as I spread my legs a little wider. You were already soaked with my juices. I smiled as I ground myself against you in circles, gasping as you entered me.. I would never tire of that that feeling…the thrill of you filling me as I ride you. I loved being above you, watching your face and gazing deeply into your eyes. Rising and lowering myself on you and seeing and feeling your excitement build. I took your hands in mine, using them to steady me as I increased the pace a little, clenching myself around you each time I sat back against you. I could tell you enjoyed that. It was wonderful to be in control, to know just how to encourage you a step closer towards orgasm. Knowing I could do that turned me on so much, it felt like every nerve ending were alive.

The hair at the back of my neck stood on end and I shuddered as my spine tingled. I could feel my face was flushed as I smiled at you through heavy lidded eyes. Your breathing had increased too and you pushed your hips up against me – driving me crazy with desire. It wasn’t long before I could stand it no more.. my clit and pussy throbbing and urging you on to climax. Shuddering and moaning through closed eyes and biting my lip I came hard, and felt you fill me, flood my cervix. I slowed my movements down, riding more and more gently until I stopped, and slowly moved to your side, locked in your arms where we lay for some time, kissing each other and smiling, looking into each other’s eyes.

I teased you gently about how you had purposely stayed away, working late, so that I would be in a frenzy, aching for you. Then we laughed together and sipped more wine, enjoying the closeness after our lovemaking. It was a wonderful feeling, laying there in each other’s arms, feeling safe and loved. Eventually, when the wine had all gone, and midnight was long past, we blew out the candles and snuggled up, falling asleep in our little love nest.

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Em (Short for Emma) had been gone on vacation without me for the past ten days. She had gotten home late after a long drive through bad weather. She was exhausted from her trip and had crashed almost as soon as she unpacked. We snuggled for a bit, but of course under those conditions sex that night was out.

The next morning I was in extreme anticipation mode and to say I was eager would be a huge understatement. However, my eagerness would have to wait because we were committed to going to the gym first thing. As we walked out the door I noticed she hadn’t made up the bed. This was a sure sign to me that her mind was thinking like mine…SEX!

After the gym we cleaned up in our respective bathrooms and being the optimistic guy I am, I put on only a tee shirt. I then went into the living room and sat on the couch to wait for whatever was next. Of course all I could think about was sex so my cock was semi-hard the entire time I was waiting.

After about a half hour I heard the bedroom door open. I looked up to see Em coming into the living room…naked and with that slight post-shower wetness. Damn, she looked good! She came over to me and knelt in front of me. First, she rubbed her nipples bursa escort on my stiffening cock. I’m not sure whose benefit this is for, hers or mine, I just know that my cock on her nipples drives me nuts! The suspense was killing me and making my cock harder and harder, but I didn’t do anything but lay back and enjoy. After all, this was her show! After a bit more exquisite nipple torture she licked my shaft from base to tip, and back down the other side. She paused for a moment, looked me in the eyes, and then did it again. She’s awfully good at extending the anticipation! Finally, she took my cock in her mouth and started sucking, all the while making little slurping noises and softly moaning. This continued for a few minutes until she stood up, put my hand on her pussy letting me feel her wetness, then took me by my cock to lead me into the bedroom. Sometimes, it’s so good just to let her have her way!

She had me shed my tee shirt and we quickly got into the rumpled bed. I love that feeling; getting back into an unmade bed for hot sex! We immediately started kissing…softly, then passionately. All the while she kept pushing my hand to rub her…just on top of her clit and lightly between the bursa escort bayan folds of her pussy lips, never pushing all the way in. Her first orgasm came this way, with us kissing and me rubbing her clit in just that special way.

Then she pushed my head to her tits; she wanted me to nibble and lick them. Her breasts are perfect; high and firm 34Cs with soft pink areolas and nipples perfect for sucking. I was more than happy to comply with her wishes and immediately began licking and nibbling! And, of course she wanted me to keep rubbing her clit and her pussy lips. Almost immediately she started quivering and shaking again with yet another orgasm. She was greedy and wanted more so she kept me busy at her tits and her pussy. The shaking and quivering kept coming so I kept doing as instructed. She was in a cumming mode and neither of us wanted to stop.

After at least a half hour of constant orgasms Em was ready for a change up. She had me lay back on the bed and she began rubbing her tits on my cock. As I’ve already said, this drives me nuts and I was about to explode! She then started sucking my cock like before, first running her tongue up and down the length, before sucking it all the way escort bursa down. Sweet torture. She drug out the torture by taking my cock out of her mouth a couple of times to slap it on her tongue. Again, is this for me or for her? No matter, I loved it!

Finally it was time to fuck. She grabbed her vibrator, swung onto me reverse cowgirl style and impaled herself onto my cock. Even though I’m only average sized my cock felt like a flagpole after all this sweet torture. The pleasure of finally being in Em’s hot wet pussy was almost unbearable. She began fucking me hard with the vibrator pressed onto her clit and turned on high. I knew the vibrator was hitting its mark because of the noises she was making, but I could also feel the vibrations through her pussy so I was making noise of my own!

Em’s head was down and I could tell she was watching my cock plunge in and out of her cunt. My view was awesome too, as I could see the bumps on her spine, her tiny waist and her wonderful ass. And of course, the best part was the clear view of her pussy lips sliding up and down my cock. Finally, after all the foreplay, all the kissing, all the fucking, things came to a culmination. We were both moaning and grunting and focusing on our own pleasure so I don’t know who came first or second, all I know is that I to blew my load deep in her pussy and she was grunting and moaning and finally fell forward. Home cumming at last!

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Replacing Mom

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Summary: Daughter seduces recently widowed dad during Christmas break.

Note: This is dedicated to Anton Anon who requested the story.

Note 2: This is a Christmas 2018 Contest Story so please vote.

Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert and Wayne for editing this story.

Replacing Mom

My parents were always touchy feely.

The held hands in public.

They kissed often in front of me, their only child.

They told each other how much they loved each other every day, often while I was listening. Unlike many kids, I never got tired of hearing it. Especially because they always made a point of making sure I knew how much I was loved as well. If you’re someone who dislikes lovey dovey stuff, we would have made you sick, but we loved it.

That didn’t mean I wasn’t ever disciplined, but even that was never done with anger. Mom or Dad would explain my infraction to me, possibly in a loud scary voice, tell me why it was wrong, never for moralistic reasons but because of the probable negative consequences of my actions, followed by whatever my ‘sentence’ was… usually the loss of something I really liked to do for an uncomfortable period of time.

They were a great couple who clearly still loved each other and were inspirational in a world where over half the marriages end in divorce.

I also discovered, the summer before I started college, that my parents had wild sex. This began when I came home early from my lifeguard shift at the pool and heard them in the throes of passion. Although perhaps passion was an overly polite word to describe it.

As I was about to walk past their bedroom, I heard words coming out of my sweet, demure mother that I couldn’t imagine ever hearing, “Oh yes baby, fuck me with that big, fat cock.”

I froze.

“That’s right, beg for it, slut,” Dad ordered, in the same authoritative voice he used when disciplining me.

Dad just called Mom a slut? What the hell?

“Please, baby, slam that big, jackrabbit-fast cock in my sopping wet cunt,” Mom responded, sounding desperate as she used two words I had never heard from her lips before.

“You can do better than that,” Dad snarled at her.

“Pound your submissive slut and treat her like the three-hole fuck slut she is,” Mom responded, sounding even sluttier and more desperate.

Three-hole fuck slut? Mom takes it in the ass? The shocking questions swirled around within me.

“That’s better, you fucking whore,” Dad approved, as he began fucking her so hard I could hear his body slapping into hers right through the closed door.

“Oh fuck, oh yes, mother fucker,” Mom babbled, her orgasm obviously imminent.

“Come now, you cock craving bitch,” Dad demanded, every word out of his mouth another shock to hear.

“Oh yes, drill my cunt baby, I’m so fucking close,” Mom responded, and then she screamed, loud enough to wake up the dead, “YEEEESSSS!!!”

I didn’t hear anything for a minute, and was about to back away from the door, when Dad ordered, “Knees, slut.”

“Are you going to shoot your load all over your slut’s face?” Mom asked, sounding like a porn star. I had never let a guy come on my face as it seemed disgusting, although if a guy ordered me to I likely would let him. I had discovered pretty early in my sex life I was rather submissive, and I was discovering today it must be a hereditary trait from my mother.

“You love facials, don’t you, you cum slut?” Dad asked.

“You know I do,” Mom purred, as I imagined her opening her mouth for my Dad’s cock.

Shit, what’s wrong with me?

Shit, why is my hand in my panties?

Shit, why am I so soaking wet?

“Beg for my cum,” Dad demanded, sounding like he was close too.

“Yes, shoot that big load of cum all over your cum slut wife’s face and then face fuck your dirty whore before your sexy daughter gets home.”

I was shocked to hear my mom call me sexy as well as my father’s response. “Well, you do look like her in that high school uniform.”

She was wearing one of my private school outfits? The stereotypical white blouse and plaid skirt? Curious, I couldn’t resist, I cracked open the door and peeked into the room to see my mother on her knees, indeed in my school uniform, with matching white nylons, with my naked Dad stroking his cock in front of her. Shit, what a big cock! Although he had a slender, rather athletic build, at well over six feet he towered over my slender brunette mother, who was no taller than I was. But again shit, what a big cock!

“Do the thigh high stockings help?” Mom asked sounding flirtatiously dirty.

“You know a good slut always wears stockings,” Dad responded, tapping her lips with his cock.

“That’s why I wear them every…” Mom began but was silenced by Dad’s dick.

I watched in shock, like when you drive by a car accident and not only have to look, but you then can’t break your eyes away from what you’re seeing.

I was transfixed as Dad bursa escort face fucked Mom, his entre cock disappearing in Mom’s mouth. And have I mentioned how large that sucker was? Half of it must have been going down her throat!

I had only sucked a couple of guys and I’m pretty sure I didn’t get even half their cocks in my mouth, and theirs had been much smaller than the one Mom was swallowing whole. What Mom was doing was porn star impressive and incredibly hot to watch.

When Dad pulled out, I got another great look at his massive dick, before I backed away, worried I was going to get caught.

“Want a nylon foot job instead?” Mom asked.

“Next time,” Dad answered, as I tried to imagine the flexibility it would take her to give him a foot job. He then continued, “This time I’m going to use these pigtails as handlebars and face fuck that dirty mouth of yours.”

“Mmmmmm,” was all I heard from Mom before I assumed her mouth was filled with cock again.

I couldn’t help it, I peeked in one more time to see my Dad holding her dark brown pigtails in each hand and furiously fucking my Mom’s mouth balls deep. I couldn’t help but wonder what that would feel like: just to be used for a man’s pleasure.

Dad began turning my way and I quickly backed away and listened, although all I could hear was the sloppy sounds coming from Mom’s mouth as I leaned against the wall and gave myself over to the pleasure I was feeling as I rubbed my pussy.

A minute or two later my Dad grunted and said, “Here it comes, slut.”

I was tempted to peek again but was terrified about getting caught, so I just listened as Mom begged, “Yes baby, come all over your slut’s face.”

Truth be told I had never been face fucked, never taken a facial, but as I listened to my parents do it… I really wanted to be Mom.

I don’t mean with Dad, but with someone who could be dominant like Dad was being for Mom.

My orgasm was close as I heard Dad finally say, “You do look hot with cum all over your face.”

“I bet I also look hot with your cock slamming into my cunt,” Mom replied wickedly.

“Or with my cock lodged up your tight ass,” Dad added, confirming the earlier three-hole reference. My loving mother took it in the ass. Life suddenly made no sense to me.

Just when I thought there couldn’t be any more surprises, Mom asked, as she upped the revelation ante, “How about when I have my head buried in a ripe fresh teen twat?”

What????????

No way!!!!!!!

I had to be being punked.

Not only was she implying she was bi and ate pussy, she was implying she had sex with teenagers.

I was a teenager.

“Yeah, tough to top you with your head buried in some teen slut’s legs as I pound your ass,” Dad agreed, he then added, “Especially Jayda.”

“She does have a delicious cunt,” Mom added.

“And really knows how to wield a strap-on,” he added.

Who’s Jayda? Why am I suddenly jealous of her? What’s wrong with me?

“You know I still am okay if you want to fuck her?” Mom offered, something she had obviously offered before. “A cream pie from her would be yummy.”

“I only have cock for you,” Dad responded, sounding oddly sweet considering the conversation, as he parodied a James Bond title… the series he loved more than any other.

“But eyes for everyone,” Mom joked.

“Especially in nylons,” Dad added. “Plus, looking and watching isn’t cheating.”

“You’re an enigma, honey,” Mom said, as I thought, You two are both enigmas.

After a moment, Mom said, “Lesley should be home soon. I should clean up and start dinner.”

“But keep that cum on your face,” Dad ordered.

“You’re so bad,” Mom giggled, sounding like a schoolgirl, as I pulled my hand out of my wet panties and my feverish cunt and scurried silently out of the house. Accelerating very gradually so as not to be heard inside my house I nevertheless drove away as quickly as I could and parked a few blocks away.

Sitting in my car, I tried to process what I had heard and witnessed.

1. Dad had just called my Mom a slut over and over.

2. Mom took facials.

3. Mom took it in the ass.

4. Mom had sex with another girl… a teenage girl.

5. Mom was submissive.

6. I was horny as fuck.

Although I was pretty structured, and I’d focused on my grades and scholarships in my senior year rather than partying, I had a pretty high sex drive.

In my senior year I’d gotten a serious boyfriend and lost my virginity, three days after turning eighteen… a late bloomer I suppose… and I’d recently had a quick summer affair with a fellow lifeguard that flamed out as quickly as it sparked.

I didn’t mind giving head, and I loved getting fucked… although I was beginning to think something was wrong with me as I never came from shared sex.

Sex felt great… and I always felt an orgasm building while I was being fucked… in a dozen different positions… yet I never came. Thus frustrated, I would eventually fake an orgasm so the guy could think he’d done his bursa escort bayan job; they were both really sweet and they’d tried, but then I would have to go to the bathroom and frig myself to a rather anti-climactic climax.

I read books, I googled online articles and eventually came to accept I was just one of those girls who didn’t come from sex, learning this was less uncommon than I’d thought. Also, I read that the right man, or woman, could possibly break through the invisible dam preventing a girl’s tidal wave. I also learned sometimes it was a mental issue. I wondered if maybe I would come from oral sex, as it seemed quite a few women only came that way, but that hadn’t occurred yet either. Perhaps someone more experienced could change that for me.

So at eighteen, I had only come from penetration with the assistance of a hairbrush, and then later my first vibrator that I’d bought through Wish of all places.

Still horny, I drove a couple more blocks to an alley, parked, and furiously frigged myself to a very quick, powerful orgasm, as I replayed the recent surreal, sexual submission. Yes, that’s right, I came like crazy thinking of my Dad fucking my Mom, then calling her names as he gushed his cum all over her face while I wished I were her.

Once I recovered from my stronger than usual orgasm, I returned home and Mom was in the kitchen, in a normal blouse and skirt and white nylons. Interestingly, her dark hair was still in pigtails.

I greeted, “Hi, Mom.”

“Hi, honey,” she smiled, looking at me as I investigated her face for cum evidence.

I said, “Pigtails are a youthful look.”

For a moment Mom looked mortified. She had obviously forgotten to take them out, or she’d been told not to by Dad. She recovered quickly as she shrugged, “Just trying to regain my youth.”

Although I couldn’t see any cum on her face from where I was, as I got closer I saw a wad that was obviously cum in her hair. I said, enjoying the conversation where I knew the truth and Mom had to lie to me, “You have something white-ish in your hair.”

Again her eyes went wide. She said, after a moment’s thought, “I must have gotten some facial cream in my hair.”

“Hey,” I suggested, loving the double entendre that she couldn’t guess I actually meant, “we should get a facial together.”

“Y-y-yes, that’s a great idea,” Mom stammered, obviously thinking of the very thing I was suggesting, based on what was actually in her hair and on her face.

“It looks like you just got one,” I added, enjoying making my mom squirm. After a pause to let my ominous words sink in, I added, “I mean you’re really glowing at the moment.”

“Yes, I did,” she admitted.

“Where did you go?” I asked. “I could use one too.”

“Um… I…” she struggled, “Dina’s.”

“Who did you have?” I asked, forcing her to lie more and more.

“Angela,” she said. I wondered if she actually had gone to Dina’s, it was the most expensive salon plus in the city. And was Angela a real person?

“I’ll see if I can get in,” I said, ending my session of making my mom squirm.

As it turned out, Angela was real and I spent the rest of the summer sneaking into the house so I could listen to my parents fucking and pleasure myself while imagining having a man fucking me that forcefully.

Unfortunately in early November while I was away at college Mom, who hadn’t been feeling well for weeks, went to the hospital and discovered the worst possible news: cancer. Worse yet, it had spread through almost her entire body. We learned she had days to live, not even weeks, and I flew home so we could spend every second together bouncing back and forth between joyous laughter as we reminisced about her life, and gritting our teeth at the harsh reality that she would be gone at any moment.

Every morning I hurried into her room to make sure she was alive, until one day when she wasn’t.

My heart broke.

And her last words to me lingered as she had whispered them to me before drifting into sleep the night before she passed, maybe she knew it was her last night, and she was apparently drifting off to heaven. The words were simple: Take care of Daddy, Lesley. You’re the woman of the house now Lesley, I need you to take care of Daddy and all his needs!!!

My last words to my mother were a promise: I will, Mom.

It was a promise I hadn’t kept as Dad refused to let me stay home when I had finals in a month. I reluctantly returned for only a day and a night to attend the funeral.

Not surprisingly, my Dad was completely shattered. Mom and Dad had shared a love you almost never saw in real life. They did everything together before the cancer: ballroom dancing, book club, adult league bowling and so forth.

And now he was alone.

And I was two and a half thousand miles away.

Back at college, I tried to get back into a routine. In my classes or when studying I mostly could, but when I was alone in my dorm room I was a mess.

Every night, I couldn’t help but escort bursa replay Mom’s words over and over: Take care of Daddy, Lesley. You’re the woman of the house now Lesley. I need you to take care of Daddy and all his needs!!!

At first, I took those words like any normal daughter would: it simply meant to look after him after the tragedy of losing his soulmate, and to give him the love and support he needed, to help him understand he needed to move on.

Yet as the weeks passed, I began to think of a different, much more twisted possibility of what those words could mean.

What if she meant I was to replace her?

What if she meant I was supposed to be Daddy’s new slut?

What if I was supposed to be the three-hole submissive in her place?

When I was horny, these were my thoughts as the brief sight of his big, fat cock was forever etched in my memory.

I imagined sucking his cock.

I imagined getting fucked by his cock.

I imagined getting a facial from his cock.

I imagined being called nasty names while he used his cock on me and in me.

I even imagined giving my anal virginity to his cock.

I came hard every time, imagining serving as a submissive slut for my father and his big, fat cock.

Yet, once the orgasm had subsided, guilt washed over me.

What I was fantasizing about was sick… twisted… immoral… Illegal.

I tried to date again and more importantly to find my own dominant man… someone who understood the submissive needs of a woman like me. A man who could put me in my place and maybe even make me come. Yet none of them caught on and most of them seemed only to want to get off and be gone (five guys in five weeks… which at still only eighteen made my lifetime total seven, which was kind of slutty, I agree).

It was frustrating as fuck as although I looked sweet and innocent on the outside and was treated as such, ironically even while I was being fucked, inside I was dying to be a submissive slut.

My incest fantasy would not go away, so in December I began to research the subject. I was very surprised to discover it wasn’t as taboo (okay it still was very taboo but it wasn’t quite as unheard of) as I’d first imagined.

It was only a small percentage but nevertheless a pretty large number of people who admitted to having incestuous relationships with a family member, with moms and daughters being the most common, siblings next… that said, although there was tons of research on the fact that many daughters try to find a man like their father to marry, there was a lot less true life information about father-daughter incest. Of course, there was lots of scary stuff about how harmful it was when parents or other adults were molesting young children, but between consenting adults, not so much.

Thus I began reading erotica. At first I found stories about women being submissive to men and even sometimes submissive women to other women (I wasn’t really into being with another girl, but if the right opportunity came with a dominant seductress, who knows). But then I discovered one of the secrets of the internet… there are millions of incest stories out there. Again, like the research, most are mom and son, others are sibling based and some are mom and daughter (a whole niche of step-mom porn on Girlsway which was clearly a way not to break the law while really saying that wasn’t actually her step-mom), but there were also some… although much fewer… daughter and daddy stories.

I, of course, gravitated to these as I replayed my father’s firm, dominant voice.

I replayed the nasty encounters I had overheard.

I imagined, as I read every daddy-daughter story I could find, becoming a slut for my own Daddy.

So, back to mom’s last request: Take care of Daddy, Lesley. You’re the woman of the house now Lesley. I need you to take care of Daddy.

If I took it the not so normal way, she could have meant I was to replace her in the bedroom… to become his daughter slut. And as fucked up as that idea was… it was the constant fantasy I masturbated to, the constant fantasy that even seeped into my dreams more and more as my Christmas flight home got closer and closer.

So did I plan to seduce my father? Not completely.

Did I return home with thoughts of an incestuous relationship with my father as a possibility? I’d be lying if I said no.

Did I plan at least allow to the idea to seep into my father’s subconscious by what I wore and what I said? You betcha!

Anyway, like I said, I didn’t exactly come home to seduce my father, but I sure wasn’t against it.

What I did plan to do for certain was tempt him and see if he took the bait.

Which, I guess, is admitting I really did plan to seduce him… semantics.

Which brings me, finally, to the Christmas that changed everything.

…..

So what was I wearing when he arrived at the airport to pick me up? A sundress and pantyhose… even though it was impractical for a long flight and even more impractical for leaving winter in Boston, although it was slightly more practical for arriving in Los Angeles. I was a bit cold the entire time (except down below where a fire was smouldering).

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Hollywood Jim: The Early Years Pt. 09

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Before he was “Hollywood Jim” in Los Angeles, he was a geeky kid with a funny nickname in the Connecticut suburbs . And before he had numerous starlets as friends, he had various girlfriends. Here then are the “Adventures of Hollywood Jim-The Early Years”

*

The New Hampshire small town I was in that summer was definitely your typical small town. Their version of “downtown” was a blink and you’ll miss it series of buildings consisting mostly of a gas station, post office and general store at a main crossroads. But it seemed to serve its purpose and I suppose it had its own homey charm. It was where everyone did their little shopping, any bigger trips required some travel.

The Cash Market was the log cabin-styled general store there. I’d ride my bike down there basically for something to do on days I wasn’t at Bonnie’s or Joey’s. On one day I was there with my Mom and I heard her talking to someone excitedly.

“Maria, oh my when did you get into town?”

“Just yesterday, the rest of the family will be up this weekend.”

Maria had what seemed like an Australian accent, quite exotic for this area.

“Jim, come over here.” Mom called to me “This is Maria Jackson, you remember her from long ago?”

“Is this little Jimmy? Oh my, what a handsome lad he’s become!” Maria said with a smile.

“Thanks, I’m not sure I remember you though.” I replied.

“The last time I saw you it was maybe 5 or 10 years ago, you had this bicycle you used to do jumps on.” She said with a laugh. “You were always trying to be some kind of daredevil.”

I sheepishly looked down, I never get used to being reminded of my exploits as a kid. I liked to think that was my evil twin.

Maria looked very hot. She wore a bright blue t-shirt and white shorts, very summer-like. She had long black curly hair and exotically dark skin, not quite Latino, not quite black, but very exotic. And she had a rack that really got me thinking.

“You have to come up to the house for drinks, we’ve done a lot of work on the house.” She said to us.

“Sounds great.” Mom replied.

As we went back home I had to ask her about Maria. I vaguely remembered her from long ago. Maria did come from Australia, she’d married into the Tyler family (but kept her last name) who lived up the road from us in a large white Colonial-style house on a hill set far back from the street. I couldn’t recall ever visiting the house, but now I was very curious. It seemed like the Tyler’s were very much like the Baldwin’s in that the families had some stature in town. The Tyler’s had varied interests in the financial and real estate sectors and had developed many large properties around the country. It almost made me wonder if they were in some kind of competition with the Baldwin’s.

Not long after we got home, the phone rang. Mom answered and was in a long conversation.

“Oh, I’m sure he’d love to.” She said before calling me over and handing me the phone. “It’s Maria Jackson.”

“Hi, Jimmy…I was wondering if you could do me a big favor?”

“Uh, sure, I’ll do what I can.”

“Good, I don’t know if you saw the grounds but it really could use a good mowing and I don’t know how to use the lawn mower, it’s rather old. Like to give it a go?” she said.

“Uh, sure I can do that.”

“Wonderful! Can you come up tomorrow morning?”

“You got it, I’ll be there.”

Hey, any chance to make some extra cash was always good.

“That’s great, luv. I’ll see you in the morning. Oh, you might as well wear your swimsuit. It’s supposed to be really hot tomorrow.”

“Uh, sure, yes, I’ll do that.” I was a little confused

“You can use the pool once you’re done.”

“Oh! I didn’t know you had one.”

“Yes, we do. It’s been a long time since you were up here, I know. You used to swim in it when you were younger.”

“OK, then. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“See you then, luv.”

With all the time I’d been working and then my time with Bonnie and Joey, I hadn’t really looked through the stash of Playboy issues I’d accumulated while working at the Baldwin’s. Late that night in my bedroom, I finally spent some time “way back when” looking at them. At least to get an idea of the dates, I’d only been looking at the covers. Man, the girls were hot back then, there was such a retro charm about them, knowing their tits were real, pussies a closely guarded secret then, but in full display later on. The fact I was in an old house, looking at issues from another time only added to the “retro charm” of it all. It was like I had a time capsule in my hands. And it might be a cliché’ but I liked seeing the articles too, they were just as much of a retro trip as the girls were. I was looking at one issue from the late seventies that featured a pictorial called “The Girls from Down Under”, all girls from Australia. Man, they had some nice ladies there. Tanned blonde beauties on the beaches, different size tits, nice. The last page showed one dark haired girl with beautiful tits kneeling in the surf, her hair matted down from the bursa escort water, bright sun enveloping her body, her head thrown back and eyes closed, like she was in some kind of ecstasy. Wow, gorgeous tits. The caption said her name was “Maria Anne” and she was from Sydney. As I looked at her, I imagined being on that beach with her and how nice she must feel, how nice she’d make me feel. She was beckoning me to join her in the surf. Her naked body to be held in my arms. I was definitely turned on and my dick told me so. Bonnie was so good, man I needed her now. As I looked at Maria’s photo as well as the others, I began to stroke my dick. I imagined Maria was here with me, naked, and she was feeling me all over, Letting me feel her all over, her body reacting to my every touch. My hand was actively stroking my dick as I stared at Maria Anne’s photo, her smiling face looking at me, I could hear her voice urging me on, make her feel good, make myself feel good. And I did feel good at that moment. I imagined her touching me, inviting me to touch her breasts, feel her all over. Could hear her saying “Fuck me Jim…oh god fuck my pussy Jim!” My hand stroked faster, faster still, ’til I exploded into my hand, thankfully missing the magazine’s pages.

That’s it. I’ll call Bonnie when I’m done at the Tyler’s. What can happen up there? I’m just gonna mow their lawn. I’ll be outta there in 2 hours, tops.

Maria was right, that morning it was already murderously humid as I rode my bike up the long winding hill to the Tyler house. I took her advice and wore my board shorts and a t-shirt. The large white colonial house looked great, immaculately maintained outside. In the driveway sat a white Volvo sedan with New York license plates, there were 3 other garage bays, doors closed though, I could only imagine what might be in there.

“Man, what a place.” I said to myself as I rang the doorbell.

No answer.

I rang it again, and then looked around. I could hear what sounded like water running off to the side of the house. I walked over and could see a high fence but through some cracks knew that was where the pool was. I looked for a door and found it was open. I slowly opened it and peered around it. I saw what looked like Maria on a lounge chair. Not wanting to startle her, I closed the door.

“Hello?” I called out “Uh, Mrs. Jackson?”

“Come on in, Jim! The doors’ open.”

I entered and saw Maria stand up. She had on only a bright red bikini bottom. And she was topless. Oh, my god she looked awesome! Her tits were definitely big and beautiful. Even with just a quick glimpse.

“G’day, Jim! I was just working on my tan.” She said as she put on a loose cover up “I hope the sun comes out later.” She said looking up at the sky.

“Uh, yes. I do too.” I stammered, trying not to look at the obvious. Seeing a lady topless like that first thing in the morning could shake up even the most jaded of us!

“Oh, I see now, didn’t expect to see my boobs first thing in the morning. Aw, don’t be embarrassed. Come on, let me show you what we have.”

Maria led me to the garage and clicked on a door opener. The large door opened revealing an old John Deere riding mower parked next to a vintage white Porsche convertible from the 60’s. In the far bay was an old Mercedes-Benz sedan, probably from the 60’s as well. A more recent Jeep Cherokee sat on the end.

“Like the cars, huh?” she said “they belong to my in-laws. They haven’t been driven in a long time. My brother in law has been trying to restore the Porsche. Not very successfully if you ask me.” She said as she ran her finger across the dusty hood

I was watching Maria, her cover up was loosely buttoned and I was hoping to get another glimpse of those tits when she turned to her right.

“So, think you can handle the mower? Usually my husband takes care of things like this, I wouldn’t know the first thing about them.”

“Oh, shouldn’t be any trouble. My dad has one just like this.” I said as I climbed aboard. It sputtered at first, then came to life with a steady putt-putt sound.

“All right! You’re on your way!” she said happily as I drove it out of the garage. “Just give it a good trim, Jimmy!” she said with a laugh.

I gave her a jaunty salute and I was off. My headphones were on and Van Halen provided the tunes on my Sony Walkman.

The lawn was about half the size of a football field and though the mower was old, it did its job. The path I mowed took me past the pool area so I tried to get another glimpse of a semi-naked Maria but it looked like she’d gone inside. Oh well, gotta keep a good work ethic.

Besides, I knew I’d call Bonnie as soon as I finished.

Two hours later I was finally finished. The heat and humidity, plus the dust and dirt of the lawn had really taken a lot out of me, and I felt like I’d sweated off a couple of pounds. I pulled the mower back into the garage, switched off the engine and took a quick look around the garage. The Porsche definitely was a work in progress. Its interior was pretty ratty and the tires were all very bursa escort bayan close to flat. The Benz was a different story. It looked like it just needed a trip through a good car wash. There were a few bicycles of different sizes hanging on the wall. And I thought I spotted a motorcycle in the corner.

I went back to the pool area but Maria was nowhere in sight.

“In here!” I heard her call from the kitchen.

The kitchen was straight out of the 50’s. Maria had changed into a light colored sundress and was barefoot.

“My, you look like you could use a cool drink. I’m making iced tea, interested?”

“Yes, that’ll be perfect.”

Maria was moving about the kitchen getting things together. Her dress had thin straps that stood out against her dark skin. And it seemed like she wasn’t wearing a bra, sexy!

“God, it must be so hot out there.” She said “I’m glad you got that mower working. Usually we have this guy in town handle it with his sons. Real pros, they are.”

“They couldn’t make it?”

“No, they picked this week to all go fishing! Can you believe that?” she said with a mix of laughter and frustration.

“Sounds pretty typical for this area.”

“Oh, why?”

“My Dad always has trouble getting contractors to work on the house when we need them. He says they’re always slow coming and fast leaving.”

Maria was looking around in the cabinets for something. The more I saw her move, the more I was getting turned on.

“So, are you out of school now, Jim?” she asked

“Yes, probably go to Community College in the fall, not sure what I’ll do after that.”

“Ha, I know what you mean. I hadn’t the slightest idea what I wanted to do when I graduated. That was only a million years ago.” She laughed

“Different options where you’re from?”

“Well, a few. My Dad wanted me to go to business academy, maybe do something in finance, like he did.”

“Is he like, uh, an accountant or something?”

“Bit more than that, luv. He was with the Australian Securities Exchange.”

“Whoa, that’s big time stuff.”

“Could you reach the sugar for me? It’s up on the top shelf.”

“Oh, sure thing.” I said

I gave Maria the sugar, her smile was magnetic.

“I tried it for awhile, I kinda liked it but it gets boring. Maybe you should hit the pool, you’re all sweaty.”

“Yes, good idea. Thanks.”

I went outside to the pool, it was certainly luxurious, that’s for sure. There were dark colored stones framing it and the water was crystal blue. I could see an inflatable boat propped up on the side and what looked like a Jacuzzi tub built into the corner. I striped off my shirt and jumped into the pool. The cold water was a bit of a shock at first but much needed. I swam a few lengths then just floated on my back, watching the sun slowly come out from behind the clouds.

“Hey, lawn boy!” I heard Maria call

I stood up in the pool.

“I’ll leave your drink here, come on inside when you want to.”

“Okay, thanks!”

As Maria walked back into the kitchen I could see the sunlight shine through the thin material of her sun dress. Either she wore the skimpiest underwear imaginable, or…nah! I dismissed that idea. Wearing no underwear, yeah right, I’ve been reading those old Playboy issues a little too closely!

I swam around a bit longer then climbed out. I looked at my watch, it was a little after 1 PM. Bonnie had gone to visit her grandmother and would be getting back home soon.

“I’ll bet the water felt really good.” Maria said as I entered the kitchen

“Yes, this is great iced tea. It’s not from a can or something is it?”

“Far from it luv, special blend, my sister sent me a case for Christmas and I keep it up here.”

She stood by the sink and was washing some dishes.

“So, I used to come up here as a kid?”

“You sure did, I think my husband taught you and your sister to swim a little. Your parents were always great friends of ours. They were always so nice to me when I first came up here. We used to have these epic barbecues long ago. Oh, Those were the days!”

“It’s so strange to hear about me as a kid sometimes.”

“You were always the cutest thing.” She said with a big smile “And I’m glad to see you still are.”

“Thanks.” I said with another sheepish grin and a quick look down.

“I remember your sister got married not long ago, what about you? Are there any lovely ladies in your life right now?”

“Me? No, no one special right now.”

“Come on! I find that a little hard to believe.” She said with a laugh. “You’re what? Eighteen?”

I nodded in response.

“I haven’t really had the time.” I replied, then added “Well, there is someone I’m sorta seeing while I’ve been up here.”

“Ah! The truth comes out! Who is it?”

“Well, you probably wouldn’t know her.”

“Try me.”

“Uh, girl I knew long ago. We used to hang out a lot as kids, Bonnie Matthews?”

“Bonnie? Bonnie Matthews…” she said as she thought about the name. “Come with me.”

I escort bursa followed Maria into a huge family room loaded with books, photos, and antiques of all shapes and sizes. My eyes zeroed in on a huge stereo system built into the wall and an equally huge music library that ran the length of the room.

“Wow! Now that’s what I call a system!” I said as I looked at the gear, it was all high-end material. “Bose, McIntosh, Yamaha…wow.”

Maria was looking through the bookshelves for something.

“Oh! You like that, huh? My husband and his brother put it all together last time they were here. I think they want to outdo the Baldwin boys.”

“Outdo them?”

“Oh yes…they’re still competing with those guys after all these years. I’m not allowed near it. Maybe you can show me how to work it.”

“Sure, I’d just love to look at all the albums you’ve got.”

“Ah! Here it is!” Maria said as she pulled a book from a shelf. “Speaking of albums…”

We went back into the kitchen and she plunked the book down on the large wooden butcher block table and started to flip through it. It was an old photo album. She finally came to a page and pointed to one photo.

“Is that her?” she asked

It was a photo of me with Bonnie from long ago. We were sitting poolside with a woman I didn’t recognize.

“Who is that?” I asked

“I think that’s Bonnie’s Mom, I only met her once. Now look at this photo.”

She now pointed to a shot of a younger me wearing a Red Sox t-shirt sitting next to a smiling, attractive woman. The woman looked awfully familiar.

“Uh, is that…?” I said hesitantly.

“Uh-huh, that’s me.” She said smiling “Probably not long after I got married.”

“How old was I?”

“Hmmm…I got married when I was 24 and I’m 34 now. You’re 18, so that would make you about 8 years old.”

“Man…” I said shaking my head.

“And you were just as cute then as now!” she said with a giggle and a little hug.

“Thanks, this is a real time trip.”

“Oh, I love all this reminiscing.” She said as she idly flipped through the book. “So many stories here.”

Just then the phone rang and as she got up to answer it, I began to flip through the pages of their Holiday photos, cookouts, baseball games, vacations. I suddenly stopped at one page. It was the same woman seen with the younger me, only she was with another man and an older looking man in a silk bathrobe. The photo was faded but the resemblance was there.

It looked like, nah, couldn’t be!

Hugh Hefner?

That’s impossible.

And was that Maria with him, in a rather low-cut dress?

Impossible, or was it?

Maria hung up the phone and came back over to the table having refilled her tea glass.

“Uh, I hate to ask, but is this…who I think it is?” I asked

Maria nodded.

“That’s Hef, all right. And there’s my husband, when he was a little younger. We met him at a party for the magazine.”

“Wow! That’s incredible!” I was amazed to discover this. “When was this?”

“Just before we got married.”

“What was the party for, I mean was there some special occasion?”

“Um, if I tell you,” she said hesitatingly “You have to keep it a secret from your folks.”

Now I was confused. My family had known hers for many years. I doubt there’s that many secrets they’ve kept hidden.

“Sure, I’d never tell.”

“Okay, I was in the magazine, without any clothes on.”

“You were a Playmate?”

“Not quite, luv.” She explained with a smile “It was a photo feature, the girls of Australia. And I was part of it. I didn’t use my last name though. I just used my first and middle name, Maria Anne.”

Holy shit! Maria Anne! I was dumbfounded at this moment. What do I do? Play it cool, yeah, that’s it!

“I knew if I used my last name my parents’ would freak out. Not to mention my future in-laws. And it wouldn’t look good to my Dad’s bosses, either.”

When I said “play it cool” it didn’t mean stare at her tits you idiot!

Which I was doing at that moment!

“Let me get you a refill.” She said taking my glass.

My mind was racing now; I’ve got a classic Playboy girl in front of me. What are the chances of that? What should I say? What should I say?

“I’ve got your issue.” I suddenly blurted out.

Oh no! WRONG choice of words, Jimbo!

Maria’s eyes suddenly widened.

“No way!” she exclaimed “You’re kidding me?”

I was stone silent.

“You’ve really got the issue? I don’t think I’ve even got a copy!” she continued

I nodded slowly.

“So what did you think of it?” she asked leaning against the counter slowly stirring her tea.

“Uh, I l-l-liked it.” I said in a forceful stammer.

“Did it, um, turn you on?” she now asked.

I nodded again.

“You’re eighteen, right?”

“Um, y-y-yes.”

“Ah, well…seeing me topless earlier probably wasn’t your first glimpse of a girls’ boobs, huh?”

I wasn’t sure what to say at this moment.

“You’ve probably seen Bonnie’s for all I know.”

Like an idiot, all I could do was shrug my shoulders.

“Oh, come on! You can be honest with me!” she said

Maria was standing against the counter in her flowery sun dress, her legs looked rather nice.

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Man has a quick forgettery. Carl Sandburg said so. Not true when it comes to Holly, the sylph I have gratefully surrendered to. No matter how wizened my brain becomes, my forgettery is incapable of such treachery.

In our tiny, licentious kingdom, I am king. Holly is my lone subject, a shameless wench compelling me to commit mortal sin at every opportunity.

How was it possible? I shake my head considering this remarkable woman, the best of the lot I have fucked during my somewhat checkered history. Two insignificant specks out of billions salted across this big blue marble, serendipitously intersecting.

An average fellow whose mug is saved from insipidity by a ponderous beak mapped with broken veins, a mostly resolute chin. Nothing special about me, not even a whopper of a wanker to brandish. Nor am I the smartest guy in the room. Even in a small room.

Past fifty, well past it. Gray plays havoc my flaxen hair. Printed words appear as hazy, petite medicine bottle script, hence the reading glasses. Not fat, not flabby, not overly fastidious, firm and muscular enough by God. Boyish good looks scoured away, in minute increments, my visage is un-fraying into an old man’s soft edged, drippy mien.

From the herd Holly collected me. I am so much the better for it.

I am transformed from myopic, occasionally hypertensive, Joe Average into god. A lower case deity, one with an attitude, a Jack Nicholson wannabe with arched eyebrows and skewed take on the world.

Oklahoma born, bred on Sooner football, raised with niggardly affection, meat and potatoes fed, always good natured now. No booze needling me into good humor. Naked, head pillow tilted, legs, one grazed long ago by an expiring bullet, bracing Holly, her voracious mouth pouring on the coals, never letting up. I on football played out knees, mouth molded to her muff, tongue tricking across her clit, Holly pulling my ears back. This is the truth and consequence of our propitious meeting.

All powerful, a towering, growling behemoth captured inside me, my eyes, sleepy looking ala Robert Mitchum, glaze over. My lower rung ego, counted average in any accounting, swells magnificently, fills Holly’s marauding mouth. This is so every time. Pre Holly, my non-elated, limited dimensions humbled me as nothing else did. Holly suggesting a blow job, summoned to her quickened body, emboldened my unassuming manhood with a bull’s proud musculature.

Trapped in Holly’s rowdy mouth, natural or manmade disasters register as no more than pesky annoyances. Say a meteor barrels into earth, wipes the slate clean, I trust Holly is getting me off.

Holly’s merry, intrepid mouth, her other equally audacious ports in action, akin to watching a devil may care test pilot jerking a new high performance bird through the heavens.

Sex, its traditional configuration, its kinkier genre is good anytime anywhere and getting head rules. Yet nothing is finer than to be in a vagina with one’s mouth. Holly’s genitalia, bonne bouche for my face diving satisfies this other appetite. This blowjob ideation and proclivity for muff diving originated in my chilly matrimonial bed. My wife’s refusal to engage, even consider such acts, sparked a compulsion in me for women sharing my fixations.

In her narrowly conventional mind, sodomy was sinful, wore the same filthy mantle as bestiality, other unnatural acts most suitable for the barnyard. On one memorable occasion she took me in her mouth enough to immediately spit me out. For the next hour, toothbrush in perpetual motion, mouth frothing white, mumbling through globs of toothpaste, swearing, I think. No more blowjobs the final outcome.

Made melancholic by my thirty-eight month marriage, nonetheless honoring my marital obligations, I had not stepped out on the little, clinched legged woman. Not once. I lusted in my heart, did no rutting with cheaply available women.

Divorced, when opportunity presented itself, I got and gave head. My solitary-eyed snake found favor with gifted women begging to suck cock. I reciprocated in kind.

For twelve months, such appetites unfed. In those early post-September 11 days, stationed where mountains are highest, the wind is coldest, everyone is Moslem and a good many are mad about it, I mourned the scarcity of such sustenance. Outfitted in desert camies including a rakishly tilted bush hat, most often chewing Black Jack gum, I hunted, harmed to death desperados crazily murdering, killing by the gross, for their nasty spirited God. Damn their evil, misdirected, satanic souls. Maybe I am reckoned for damnation too if Allah has a say in the matter.

Living not so comfortably, I worked out of jury-rigged camp of prefab tin huts and sandbagged bunkers confined by concertina, emplaced machine guns and belted with Claymores. In this forbidding landscape, Rudyard Kipling’s former stomping ground, we had the amenities of home. A commercial sized, Swiss made latte machine was available bursa escort inside a pavilion furnished with rattan furniture and potted orange trees. A three hole golf course but don’t go too far off the fairway, step into the mine field.

Internet was an amenity. A pipeline from this wearying, primitive place straight back to the world I represented, a country chock-a-block with Wal-Marts, McDonalds, ATM machines and Bluegrass.

A Tuesday, evening had come on; starlight punctured the sky’s black velvet hood, gunfire in various calibers popped in the distance. I had retired to my compactly ceilinged bunker malodorous from a community of pack mules quartered nearby. Restless, contrite following my recent incautious behavior in the field, I brooded over my stupidity. In company of my dust beset computer, searching for solace, I trolled the Internet.

Tapping the laptop’s keys, cursor flying fast as greased lightning, sucking breath mints from a red and white tin of them, sipping scotch from several succeeding tiny twist cap bottles, the empties, salvos of them, fired at a plastic lined pail next to my table. Rough grained, pitted, the table’s surface darkly stained in sanguinary memory of chopping off a squalling mujahedeen’s right leg with a stropped knife. This instrument, the most coldly murderous and bloodiest I had seen proved inadequate.

Going here and there, grossed out once or twice, and finding Holly after a dozen or so clicks. There she was, head tipped insouciantly, smiling coyly. Sumptuous breasts begging to be licked and manhandled, bare mons pubis catching my attention, roundly etched hips doing so just as nicely. All given in such excess struck my perverted soul at its very marrow.

Holly fetchingly tilted against a black wing chair. Clad in semi-transparent red shift not quite up to the task of covering her hard buttocks. Breasts, their majority conveyed from under the gauzy material. Gloriously long, shapely bare legs more so in flamboyant stiletto heeled red mules lathered in scarlet feathers.

One spicy shot out of a gallery of twenty such shots. Another one she wore a turquoise chemise engineered to focus attention on her breasts, linger lovingly on her buttocks.

Another delicious sex bomb pose clicked into view after a God awful amount of time. One pitched with a raining cats and dogs theme. Dripping wet, decked out in lustrous black leather g-string and corset, black hose, stilettos. Wet hair smoothed down, sparkling as though plaited with strands of diamonds. I saw no safety or succor in her eyes. Something deliciously degenerate swirled like smoke in her green eyes. In the rakish tilt of her chin, I perceived a swashbuckler’s daring, zealotry for fleshy pleasures. Seconds before snapping this shot, a cock had been properly engaged in her. Obvious signs of such habitation drove me mad with desire to be so positioned.

Holly in dishabille, imaging her and me routinely doing normal and nastier sex acts had me aching for quick relief. Glancing at the black plastic tarp covering my doorway, not expecting any interruptions, I promptly ripped my trousers open.

Slumping forward in my squeaking brown vinyl chair, my hand made a merry band around my unrobed hood. She knew how to attract one’s attention. I was eager to engage in her hot pursuit. Yet I retreated, hesitant. She’d never answer me. Not this wench. No way would she cotton up to me. It was absurd.

Amidst such negativity I cast seeds, hoping for a miracle to gestate. Not to mention my little head, a powerful little bugger when properly taunted, squashed my big head’s sensible opposition. I fired off an email after shooting a wad. Most of which missed the computer screen. Taking my time, composing what I hoped was a lucid, winning and honest word portrait of my particulars. Punched up with active sentences, turbocharged with energetic words, I added several shots of me to the missive, sent it traveling. Proud of my composition, not so conceited about the pictures, I could do no more but wait.

Inexplicably, this pretty, provocative woman answered me. Promptly too. This lass was interested in me, a plain looking White Anglo-Saxon Protestant with meager means and much mileage. In my favor I was ex military, one of the good guys, a confident fellow with more successes than failures tallied on his slate.

She was no sunshine patriot, a beefcake maven, a shallow pretty boy seeker. Across the vast distance we plied each other with the facts of our histories, facets of our personas. I surmised she was normal. An inference based on wishful thinking, guesswork and libidinous aspirations not any real proof. Under her spell, common sense was cast aside. My less than prudential behavior was impermeable to any doubt relating to Holly’s authenticity. In my noggin she was no cyber mirage, she was real and all good things to boot.

I gambled, did no faking. I grew up as Axel Campion and Axel Campion was given to Holly. Axel Campion, bursa escort bayan the brow beaten, roughly handled son of an unsuccessful high school football coach.

A blizzard of spicy emails populating my in-box inflamed me; kept me at a fever pitch. Desire stirred my dulled roots with spring rain the poet once scribed.

Attracted, admiring my service defending America, appreciating my enforced horniness, available, an instrument alleviating my sorry state. Her body offered as reward for my selfless sacrifice.

Holly explained her circumstances, articulated her intentions.

Comfortably fixed, circumspect, home ground bound, Holly trimmed her flesh in all things provocative. Flirtatious, face meticulously painted, beaming a chatoyant smile, impudent body exciting interest, exclaiming look, don’t touch. Gaze all you wish, glare if you must, grin if you like. Fondle from a distance. Watch the rude remarks.

She loved challenging men in public venues to not notice her scornful eyes, her scorching body, then conjuring impromptu open-mouthed amazement and sudden outbursts of erections.

I imagined this superlative standard bearer of her sex, ankles turning in tangerine or polished oxblood high heels, wrapped in something giving her figure a good turn, briskly striding somewhere. Encamped in pastel leaves burbling against her handsome, silky legs, sleek body merrily flouncing beneath, men halted in their tracks. In the wake of whispering silk, flashes of thigh, flaunted breasts, sensible, serious men were deluged by such a scintillating spectacle. Hearts pounded and pricks whipped and snapped until Holly passed out of view.

Away from home, far as the Czech Republic and Venezuela, the little devil closeted in her runs free. Stage managing exposed flesh, baring her midriff, often wearing spiked heels, she’d bend over, break out her private stash, bits and pieces of flesh not often seen in the local coffee house, the cluttered, exotically scented aisles of a village bodega. So she said in one email I often beat off to. She titillated from afar. Steamily kitted out, she’d lean on some poor sod; feel him shipping around in his trousers, feed him a caress here, a poke there. Guy’s stewing in his juices, his discomfited eyes beating the fuck out of her practically bare breasts, some other exposed body part the day’s special. Dude’s mouth, tremulous, gaping, imitating a floundering fish and just as helpless.

Fending off grouping arms, too easily fixed for intimacy, bedewed by languid petting tongue, bedeviled by a word, an impromptu sensation and her hard breathing, sweat soaked body was in free fall toward the thing she only wished to fascinate not fuck. Her aloof amity altered with astonishing suddenness to boundless admiration for this particular cock. She wanted it with an addict’s craving. She’d fight like hell to get her mind off this firm proposal put up to her body. Inflicting torment not being impaled on her petard was the name of the game. Leave them high and dry, struggling with agonies her provocative body did nothing to placate.

Fooling around on such dangerous ground made Holly cantankerous, out of sorts. To a fortunate few — too few for an adequate circle jerk – Holly sallied forth, exhibited her smoldering body, and conferred her formable company up close and personal. Presently, exchanging bodily fluids, she eradicated those dreary feelings boozers know so familiarly, the gut ache assuaged only by a good snoot full. She got her snoot full, felt better—for awhile.

This cadre fucked Holly. Nothing more was expected. She saw no incentive in courting; all the rigmarole men practiced previous to putting it to a woman was wasted putting it to her. Her cup of tea was transitory alliances, fast lane fornicating, randy rabbits ripping into each other, straining, staining the sheets and briskly moving on. Hit and run. Bedding a man, she was a cold-eyed, hot on the trigger gunslinger. I was most fortuitously in her gun sight, a plane trip away from settling in her tiny colony of fuck buddies.

I was muy simpatico. Who wouldn’t be? I said so in more than one missive. As a young man full of piss and vinegar I dreamed of such hit and run encounters? Older, a seasoned letch, no less enthusiastically, I wished literally and figuratively to come upon such loose women. Finding an insatiable woman with no qualms about hopping into bed with all possible dispatch, no whispered sweet nothings expected, effortless, non committal free form fucking. Tete-beche or sixty-nine accorded highest priority. Shots of head action paid to her and me.

A day or two, a week of hectic sexual congress, kisses exchanged, ultimate blow job, final cunt licking as valedictory to kissing each other off, dissolving their interim confederation.

Single for a long time, footloose, fancy free, amiably disposed to Holly’s terms, eager to commence our journey however abbreviated.

Two days before getting out of escort bursa Dodge, a camp called Fort Dodge matter of fact, Duncan Hymes, our best and least dapper communications tech, sheared my hair. Duncan, slender once, stolid now, gray ponytail, a pennant on his back, beer gut prominent as a pregnant woman’s belly, gold hardware buried in his fleshy ears and nose was no hair stylist. He cut hair short or not at all.

Last morning in country, freshly shaved, Old Spice scented, “enough is enough” looping in my brain, I debouched from my bunker. Pale strips of blue overhead were pulverized by wide swaths of luminous pewter and bands of greasy looking gray clouds. Everywhere sky scratching stone citadels, coarse terrain asserting little vegetation, presided over by small and large boulders, sliced by crevices, thriving with crags. Mountains bumping mountains, their loftiest reaches snowed under or obscured by clouds.

I paid little heed to this brittle, forbidding landscape, author of such misery. Not this morning. My mind having moved stateside, to Holly, her soft, supple figure promised me.

Momentarily I was distinguished by my impending departure. Handshakes and backslaps all around, final cup of coffee quickly sipped and a helping or two of the Frenchman’s hand-made, powdered sugared beignets adrift in powdered sugar.

I tossed back the last morsel of the ultimate beignet, savored it, a lackadaisical smile akin to Mona Lisa’s creased my mouth. Maybe I’d cart a ten pound sack of the Frenchman’s sugar back, pour it over Holly’s nakedness and lick up every granule. Toss cinnamon on her cunt, her nipples.

Bald headed Boone-known as Dan’l and horsey-faced, frog eyed Davis-both sporting Fu-Manchu mustaches and M-16s-jauntily cursing me in a stream of profanities, escorted me across the hard pan to my steed. Merrily chewing two sticks of Black Jack plucked from one of three packs tucked in a pants pocket, I clutched a scratched, beaten up valise, all my possessions therein, a Sony lap top and several paperbacks, snug in a black saddle bag in the other hand. Shining tube mocs, a long time not on my feet, dust covered in three or four strides.

Magnificent, alone, inelegant, dull gray, painted in dust, door guns manned by camouflaged helmeted men in aviator sunglasses, blades lazily twirling, threatening to drive dust into deviltry. I, one of three passengers, was clad in sharply creased dark blue trousers, pale blue shirt, blazer, another variation on blue. My ensemble was wrinkle intolerant, bought on line at an emporium catering to the frequent traveler. I was definitely one of those. Most often at government expense and usually to places any sane person would recoil from visiting. Including this sweeping pustule of hard ground where every rocky purchase and pinnacle witnessed man’s infinite brutality and limitless butchery.

All things near eastern heeled backwards traveling by beaten up helo, raunchy looking, down in the mouth turbo prop —helmed by a disheveled pilot sporting a pink aloha shirt and faded, sweat stained fedora — finally packed sardine tight in a jumbo size shiny silver jet where I fell asleep early on after several shots of straight gin.

The plane’s great sized tires screeched touching down; Nervous, clear-headed, the booze buzz tuned out by my liver before the plane entering American airspace, I deplaned, shot out of the jet way like a fleeing purse snatcher. Brief stop at a crowded head to purge my bladder, broken field running through clots of travelers, Holly not standing where she said she’d stand. Mild anxiety sundered by fear. Had Holly come to her senses, seen the error of her ways? No, I was nothing more than one more sad-faced schlep teased by Holly. The only difference my distance. I faced a boring interlude in an airport well off my beaten path. That was I what I had flown to with such enthusiasm.

Saying “damn, damn, damn” under my breath, passengers gathered round to retrieve luggage. In the commotion of banging luggage, disgruntled babies and chattering adults, a marvel of acoustics, the sound of glass doors tracking backward in a sonorous whish, boomed in my ears. A knot of people stepped through the doorway; their heads swiveled to the rear, trying to see something. The object of their interest following closely on their heels, sauntered into the terminal.

Holly had arrived.

Eyeballs clicked in a loud thunderclap. So it seemed in my ears. Men’s eyes licked her, memorizing, many this night in bed or bath, cocks in hand, eyes closed, seeing Holly as she was now. Breathless, rotund males trying to streamline their portliness sucked in their guts. Little fellows dwarfed by taller travelers nearly leaped from their footwear seeking Holly’s notice. Women less impressed, less impressive themselves, their envy thick as tree sap, stared daggers at Holly, shook their heads, several loudly threatened slaps to their mates if they did not promptly look away from this trollop. Holly ignored the furor, concentrated on me, made a bee line my way. She moved with the confident gait of a high wire aerialist. Unhesitatingly, she slipped into my arms with a dancer’s supple elegance and fluidity.

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Bree and Cassie were almost finished cleaning up the mess Donald had created in the kitchen by the time the others got home. Cassie was drying the last of the washed dishes while Bree emptied a dustpan full of broken glass into a garbage bag.

Lilian came in from the entryway and stopped short when she saw her eldest niece standing there. She looked at Bree in bewilderment, then back at Cassie by the sink.

“Cassie! What a surprise! Wait, what the hell happened in here?” Lilian exclaimed, seeing the garbage bag full of broken dishes. Kimmie and Paige had arrived just behind her, and put the grocery bags down on the counter.

Bree gave an awkward look toward Cassie, and her cousin’s face went bright red.

“Dad was here.” Bree replied. “Cassie told him what she’d seen the other day and brought him. He flew into a rage… and… and attacked me.” She started to tear up, and Cassie put an arm around her cousin’s shoulder.

“Oh my God, Sis!” Paige rushed to her sister and wrapped her arms around her. “What did he do to you?!?”

Bree didn’t answer. Instead, she burst into tears and buried her face in Paige’s shoulder.

“He slapped her around and threw her against the counter. I-I didn’t know he would get violent, otherwise I never would have told him!” Cassie stammered, her own eyes beginning to well up.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t have, Dear.” Lilian assured her niece, hugging her close.

“When he wouldn’t stop hitting her, I… I sprayed him with that-” Cassie continued, nodding at her mace canister on the counter. “We got him out of the house and locked the door, but he… he said he’d be back!”

“Shhhh… It’s alright, now. You’re safe.” Lilian soothed.

Kimmie was standing quietly by the entrance. She seemed to be piecing things together and looked nervously at her sister. “Cassie… what was it you saw? What did you tell uncle Donald?”

Cassie met Kimmie’s eyes with her own and took a deep breath. “I saw you and Paige in bed together. I saw you having sex.”

Kimmie’s face grew pale and she fell back against the door frame.

“It’s ok, Sis! I’m not upset about it. Not anymore.” Cassie ran to her sister and wrapped her up tightly in her arms. Kimmie was taken aback by her older sibling’s reaction, but didn’t question it, returning Cassie’s hug with equal force.

“Cassie, I’m… I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through! I’ve been a terrible sister these past few years. And you’re being so understanding now, with all of this… I don’t deserve it!” she blubbered.

“Oh, Kimmie… Hush. I love you. You’re everything I have in the world, and I’m not going to abandon you or deny you what makes you happy!” Cassie held her sister tightly. She could feel Kimmie’s breasts pressing against her own, and struggled to ignore the way the contact was making her feel.

Lilian seemed just as perplexed by Cassie’s sudden acceptance of her family’s sexual exploits, and glanced over at Bree. Her daughter gave her a knowing look, and she understood she would get the full story later. She abandoned her confusion for the moment and motherly instinct kicked in. What she needed to do now was protect her girls. She reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone.

“Right. Well, the first thing to do is call the police.”

“Wait, Mom! What if he tells them what we’re doing! You could get in trouble, too!” Bree pleaded.

“It’ll be his word against ours, Dear. I’m sure Cassie will back us up too.”

“Damn right, I will!” Cassie had a determined expression on her face. She stroked Kimmie’s hair affectionately while the younger girl nuzzled into the nape of her neck.

Lilian called, and a couple of policemen came to the house. They all made statements, and filed a report. The police officers assured Lilian they would put a warrant out for her ex husband if she wanted to file charges.

Lilian thanked the officers and they left. As soon as they were gone, she set about reprogramming the security alarm and installing deadbolts on all the doors and windows. The girls helped her finish.

“There.” she said, once the work was done. bursa escort “That’s about the most we can do for the time being. Cassie, Sweetie, I think you should probably stay here for a couple of days. It’ll be safer. I wouldn’t want your uncle paying you a visit like this one.”

“Thanks, Aunt Lil. I… wouldn’t want that either…”

“Alright, good. I’ll call my lawyer in the morning and arrange for a restraining order for all of us. Now, let’s get dinner going, girls. I’m starving.”

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That night, Cassie lay awake in bed by herself in the guest room. She fidgeted awkwardly, unable to block out the noises she could hear down the hall, or the feelings they were stirring in her anxious body.

She could plainly hear her family members indulging in a steamy lesbian orgy in one of the other bedrooms. Their moans and howls of ecstasy inundated her senses.

Bree had asked her discretely if she’d like to join them earlier that evening, but Cassie declined. She didn’t feel she was ready to take that plunge. At least, not just yet…

Laying in bed and listening to the others had her more than a little turned on, however. Her pussy was a swampy mess in her panties. A chorus of moans and pleasurable cries seeped in through the walls and permeated the room, making it impossible for Cassie to ignore them.

A light knocking at the door momentarily snapped Cassie out of her increasing arousal.

“Cassie?” Kimmie called from out in the hall. “Can I come in?”

Cassie fought back the surge of excitement her sister’s voice caused and replied as calmly as she could: “Um, sure, Sis! The door’s open.”

Kimmie entered the room, closing the door behind her, and stepped over to the bed. She was wearing a pink silk robe, and sat shyly on the edge of the bed next to her older sister.

“Hey, Sis.” she said. “I wanted to thank you again… for being so cool with… well…” Kimmie gestured to the wall and the sounds of sex emanating through it.

Cassie blushed. “Don’t worry about it, Kimmie. If this is what you want, I have no right to tell you it’s wrong…”

Kimmie hesitated, then continued: “Bree told me what happened between the two of you.”

There was a pause as Cassie took in this new information, and her cheeks grew even pinker. “Oh.. I see…” She wasn’t sure what to say, overcome with embarrassment.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Sis. Obviously, I’m in no place to judge.” Kimmie said, putting her hand on Cassie’s knee through the blankets. “I… I wanted to come over and ask if… If you’d like to make love to me.”

Cassie’s eyes grew wide, and her pussy jolted at her sister’s proposition. “I… I don’t know, Kimmie… Bree and Paige are our cousins, but… you’re my sister! I don’t know if I can wrap my head around that…”

Kimmie nodded, but remained silent. She reached in her robe’s pocket, pulling out a large flesh coloured dildo attached to a harness.

“This belongs to Bree and Paige.” she began. “They told me they used it their first time together.”

Cassie stared at the intimidating device. A few days earlier, Lilian had gone back to the Rutherford Academy and retrieved it from the school’s contraband hold as a surprise for her daughters. Melvin, as the girls had named it, had been confiscated months ago when they were still living in the dorms.

“Bree gave it to me, and said we could use it for our first time.” Kimmie was looking up hopefully at her quiet sister. Without waiting for Cassie’s reaction, Kimmie stood and slipped out of her robe. She was naked beneath it. Cassie’s eyes raked over her sister’s body, and she licked her lips unconsciously. Kimmie noticed the way Cassie looked at her, and felt a shiver of arousal pass through her.

Kimmie attached the harness around her waist and looked up at Cassie. She climbed on the bed and pushed the blankets to the side. Climbing over her sister, she locked eyes with the older girl.

Cassie lay frozen in place “Kimmie… I-I don’t know…” she stammered.

“You can pretend I’m a boy.” Kimmie whispered. She rubbed the dildo against bursa escort bayan Cassie’s panties.

The older girl could feel her sister’s warm breath on her cheek. She rolled her hips, slowly pressing herself against the toy. A quiet moan escaped her trembling lips.

Kimmie stared down at Cassie’s face. She could feel her own pussy getting wet. “Just close your eyes and imagine a hot stud laying on top of you.” she said. She pushed her cock harder against her sister’s panties as she spoke.

Cassie groaned, and grabbed Kimmie’s hips, stopping her movements. “N-no!” she stammered. She looked up at her sister and her nostrils flared. “I don’t want to pretend your someone else. I… I want you, Kimmie. I want my little sister to… to shove her cock inside me!”

Kimmie grinned, and Cassie pulled her down on top of her, their lips joining in a passionate kiss. Cassie whimpered, opening her mouth to let her sister’s tongue plunge inside. As their kiss deepened, the older girl’s hands roamed over the younger’s naked skin.

Kimmie fumbled with Cassie’s tank top as they made out with each other. She tugged it up over her sister’s large breasts, revealing them to her eager hands. Kimmie grabbed the soft mounds, kneading them with her fingers and making Cassie tremble with desire.

“God, Cassie… I’ve been thinking about doing this since I got here. I’ve wanted you so badly!” Kimmie whined.

“Oh, fuck… Fuck me, Kimmie! I want to feel you pounding that thing into me, Sis!”

Kimmie groaned. Her hands slid down Cassie’s body to her dampening panties. As she worked the flimsy material down her sister’s thighs, Cassie clumsily pulled her shirt the rest of the way off. Once the older girl was naked, she pulled Kimmie down again, and resumed their passionate kiss.

Their bare skin slid together desperately, their breasts pressing tightly against each other. The sisters’ bodies trapped the strap on between their tight stomachs as they writhed against each other. Their hands ran excitedly over each other’s bodies, and their pussies dripped with arousal.

“Oh… Kimmie… Put it in!” Cassie whimpered between desperate kisses.

Her sister eagerly obliged, sliding her hips down and lining her cock up with Cassie’s snatch. The older girl was already drenched, more than ready to take the massive cock. Kimmie carefully pushed it inside, and the shaft quickly disappeared between the older girl’s wet pussy lips.

Cassie sucked in her breath as she felt herself being filled by the rubber toy. Her thighs spread wider, and her cunt seeped juices, coating her sister’s thick member.

Kimmie started to move her hips, fucking her dildo faster into Cassie’s hungry cunt. She dug her fingers into the older girl’s tits, gripping them tightly and massaging her excited nipples in her palms.

Cassie started to moan into Kimmie’s lips as she was fucked. She slid her hands down Kimmie’s back, cupping her firm butt cheeks. She held her sister’s pumping ass, pulling her harder into every thrust.

The dildo squelched in Cassie’s dripping pussy, filling it completely over and over again. The bed creaked as their fucking grew more frantic.

The ridges inside Kimmie’s strap on scraped mercilessly against her raw, throbbing clit. The intensity of the stimulation caused the younger girl’s cunt to leak cum onto Cassie’s thighs from above.

“Jesus Christ, Kimmie! You’ve got me so w-wet!! This is so fucking wrong!!” Cassie croaked, her hips churning excitedly against the younger girl’s thrusts.

“Yeah! Fuck… Take my cock, Sis! Take that cock from your dirty little sister!” Kimmie whimpered as she hammered her strap on mercilessly into Cassie’s snatch. She shoved her tongue forcefully between the older girl’s lips and lashed it back and forth, causing saliva to drip from their open mouths.

Their cunt juices combined as they fucked frantically, still groping each other’s burning flesh. Their mouths were sealed tightly in a furious kiss, and they whimpered into each other as their pleasure increased.

The power of Kimmie’s manic thrusts drove Cassie wild, and she escort bursa wrenched her lips from her sister’s to let out a breathless groan. Drool ran down their chins as they pulled apart, and both girls panted for air, never slowing their desperate hips.

“Fuck, Kimmie… Don’t stop!” Cassie cried, her head whipping back and forth as she continued to be pummelled by the dildo.

Kimmie watched her sister’s face closely, and strove to give her the fucking of her life. Her hips churned, pumping the cock deeper and deeper in Cassie’s steaming, gushing cunt.

Spit leaked from the corner of Cassie’s mouth, and her eyes were glazed over as pleasure consumed her. She pulled Kimmie down again, and clamped her lips over the girl’s throat.

“Oh, shit! Fuck, Cassie! I love you!!” Kimmie cried.

Cassie shivered. She pulled back again, and stared up at her sister. “I love you, too, Kimmie!” The two sisters groaned, their eyes shining, and lunged forward, their lips colliding again. They kissed furiously, their hips smacking together with increasingly violent thrusts.

“It’s.. it’s gonna happen!” Cassie cried, peeling her lips away from her sister’s again. Kimmie grabbed Cassie’s face and pulled her back into another passionate kiss. She held her to her lips, their tongues slicing together, and Cassie whimpered into her open mouth as her orgasm overtook her.

Cassie’s body trembled as her orgasm boiled over. She slammed herself against Kimmie again and again, impaling her gushing cunt on the younger girl’s strap on. Cum spewed from her pussy, staining the rumpled sheets beneath them.

Throughout her orgasm, Kimmie held Cassie’s face tightly, fucking her mouth wantonly with her tongue. Her hips pounded into Cassie desperately, unbelievably excited by the knowledge that she was making her big sister cum.

The intensity of their fucking combined with the pressure the harness caused on Kimmie’s clit, and the younger girl tensed as her own orgasm shot through her lithe, sweat soaked body. She squealed into Cassie’s mouth, her pelvis bucking uncontrollably.

Cassie felt Kimmie’s orgasm begin, and reached up, grabbing the girl by the back of the head and pulling her down harder into their kiss. She wrapped her legs around Kimmie’s ass, pinning their bodies tightly together.

Sweat poured from their burning flesh as the girls gyrated against each other. The bed groaned under the force of their churning thrusts. The girls slobbered over each other’s faces as they came. Their noses crushed together, and their tongues writhed frantically against one another.

Despite their mouths being tightly clamped together, the sisters’ screams grew to fill the room. The intensity of their climaxes caused them to wail, uninhibited, howling their undying love for one another between slovenly kisses.

When their orgasms began to subside, their undulating hips gradually slowed, and Kimmie collapsed on top of her exhausted sister. She looked into the older girl’s eyes, and pressed their foreheads together. “I love you so much, Sis!” she sobbed.

Cassie fought back tears of joy. “I love you too, Kimmie.. More than anything!” They kissed deeply, their hands roaming over each other’s sweat drenched bodies. Both girls were still horny for each other, and their passion was quickly rising again.

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“Jesus! Did you hear that?” Paige exclaimed, referring to the earth shattering orgasms her cousins had just experienced down the hall. “It sounds like they’re killing each other in there!”

“Sounds like our first time together.” Bree replied with a warm smile. She rocked her hips gently as she rode her mother’s face.

Lilian pulled her tongue from her daughter’s cunt and looked down between her thighs. “They’re making love for the first time, Darling. They’re bound to get more than a little excited.” She reached down to cup Paige’s cum soaked face. “Now, get back to licking your mother’s pussy, Dear. Mommy needs to cum.”

Paige grinned and lowered her face back to the older woman’s steamy cunt. Lilian groaned as she felt her daughter’s tongue slip between her folds, and returned her own attention to Bree’s dripping pussy.

The three women continued their love making as they enjoyed the sounds of sex Kimmie and Cassie were making just a few doors down the hall.

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