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Küçücük bedenimle, babamdan büyük erkeklerin oyuncağı olmuş, erkeklerin zevklerini yaşadıkları, sikip kullandıkları biri haline gelmiştim. Oysa ben halen erkekleri mutlu etmenin marifet bir iş olduğunu zanneden, cahil, körpe bir kızdım. Kahya Mustafa amcayla yaşadığım sikiş pek çok şeyin de başlangıcı oldu…

Ertesi gün evde dinlendim. Ama aklımda hep sikilmek vardı. Resmen bağımlı olmuştum. Üstelik bundan zevk te alıyordum. O gün evde olağan işlerle günü geçirip, akşam yattım, bir an önce sabah olmasını istiyordum. Sabah olup Mustafa amca arabayla beni çiftliğe götürmek için almaya gelince, çok heyecanlanmıştım. Her zamankinden geç gelmişti. Ben hep arkaya otururdum. Ama bu sefer arabanın kapısını açınca, öne oturmamı söyledi. Öne geçtim oturdum ve yola çıktık. Hiç konuşmuyorduk. Köyden çıkınca arabayı ağaçlık bir yere sokup, “Nasılsın bakalım yosma? Özledin mi erkeğini?” diye sordu. Mahçup bir tavırla, “Evet!” diyebildim.

Mustafa amca, “Sen sikilmeye iyi alışmışsın küçük orospu! Kız daha 2 gün anca oldu, çok mu canın çekti?” diye ısrarla sorunca, “Hı hı!” diyerek başımı salladım. Mustafa amca, “Seninle az başbaşa kalalım diye işçileri çiftliğe bırakıp öyle geldim seni almaya. Durmuş bey daha 2-3 gün gelmez!” dedikten sonra altını sıyırıp, yarı kalkmış sikini ortaya çıkardıktan sonra ensemden aşağı bastırdı. Ne istediğini biliyordum, hemen sikini kavradığım gibi yalamaya başladım. Aç kalmışçasına sikini yalıyor, emiyor, ağzıma sokup çıkarıyordum. Mustafa amca da elbisemin eteğini belime sıyırmış, kalçalarımla oynuyordu. “Ahhh şıllık, çok iyi yalıyon be, eriyorum resmen, oohhhh!” diye söyleniyor, o söylendikçe ben de daha hızla yalıyordum.

Bir süre sonra Mustafa amca, “Ohhhh, geliyom tatlım, al sana kahvaltın, ahhhh!” diye inleyerek sıcak döllerini ağzıma fışkırtmaya başladı. Ben bir yandan ellerimde kalp gibi atan sikini sağarken, bir yandan da ağzıma aldığım koca başını emip, döllerini yutuyordum. Boşalması bitince, “Öğlen kulübeye gitme, ben seni arabayla çiftliğin dışından alacam!” dedi. “Niye ki? Nereye gideceğiz?” diye sordum. “Sen orasını düşünme, işimiz var seninle! Kimseye görünmeden çiftlik kapısına gel!” diyerek üstünü başını düzeltti ve arabayı çalıştırdı. Birkaç dakika sonra çiftlikteydik. Arabadan inince, bana, “Sen git kasaları etiketle!” deyip, yanımdan uzaklaştı. Amım o kadar sulanmıştı ki, bir an önce öğlen olsun da beni siksin diye bekliyordum.

Öğle yemeğinden sonra, dediği gibi kimseye görünmeden çiftliğin kapısına çıktım. Az sonra da Mustafa amca arabayla çiftliğin içinden çıkıp, dışarda beni arabaya aldı ve hızlı bir şekilde uzaklaştık ordan. “Nereye gidiyoruz?” diye sorunca, Mustafa amca suratında bir sırıtma ile, “Gidince görürsün!” dedi. Epey gittikten sonra, ormanın içine doğru patika bir yola girip, biraz sonra durdurdu arabayı. “Hadi bakalım, iniyoruz!” dedi. Arabadan inip, tepeye doğru yürümeye başladık. Her taraf ağaçlarla kaplıydı. Bir süre yürüyünce, tepenin yamacında bir kulübe göründü. Ben, “Burası neresi?” diye sorunca, Mustafa amca, “Esk**en ormancılar kullanırlardı, şimdi lazım olunca biz kullanıyoz!” diye cevapladı, ama suratında pis bir sırıtma vardı.

Kulübenin yakınına gelince, içeriden Muhtar Rüstem amca çıktı. Bu duruma çok şaşırmıştım. Mustafa amca, Rüstem amcaya, “Muhtar nasılsın?” diye yaklaşıp selamlayınca, Rüstem amca, “Eyiyim yeğen, sayende daha eyi olacam!” deyip bir kahkaha attı. Muhtar Rüstem amca, kısa boylu, göbekli, 55-60 yaşlarında biriydi. Selamlaşmaları bitince, Rüstem amca bana dönüp, “Vay anam vay, pek te körpeymiş yosma!” diyerek, beni yukardan aşağı bir süzdü. Sonra Mustafa amcaya dönüp, “Eyi düşürmüşsünüz bu körpeyi, Ekrem’in kızıydı demi bu? Mmmhhh, daha yeni tomurcuklanmış lan bu orospu!” dedi. Mustafa Amca da, “Sen öyle minik göründüğüne bakma muhtar, çok marifetlidir kaltak!” deyip bir kahkaha attı. Ben ürkmüştüm ve halen ne olduğunu anlamaya çalışıyordum. Mustafa amcaya, “Burada ne yapcağız şimdi? Ben gitmek istiyorum!” dedim.

Mustafa amca da, “Korkma kızım, muhtarı da az mutlu ediverecen, hem o da erkek bak!” dedi. “Ben istemiyorum!” deyince, Rüstem amca bir anda kolumdan yakaladı ve beni kendine doğru çekip sarsarak, “Ne demek istemiyom orospu? Sikmeyen kalmamış, bana mı vermiyon?” diye bağırdı. Canım yanmış, ağlamaya başlamıştım. Mustafa amcaya dönüp, “Ama ben istemiyorum! Mustafa amca, seni mutlu ediyorum ya?” dedim. Rüstem amca da, “Seni böyle mi kandırdılar lan yosma? Yol olmuşsun kızım sen!” diye bağırınca, Mustafa amca, “Muhtar, sakin ol yaa!” diye çıkıştı. Ama Rüstem amcanın gözü dönmüş gibiydi, “Ne sakin olacam Mustafa? Bu salak ne olduğunu anlasın! Sanki dönüşü mü var!” deyip kollarımı bıraktı ve “Bak kızım, senin gibi önüne gelen erkekle yatan karıya orospu derler, yosma derler. Eğer sikildiğin duyulursa perişan olursun, baban birdaha millet içine çıkamaz. Artık kimse karı olarak ta almaz seni, bozulmuşsun bir kere!” dedi.

Ben ağlayarak, “Ama Durmuş ağa bunda yanlış birşey yok, her kadın yapar demişti…” deyince, Rüstem amca bir kahkaha atıp, “Öyle diyecek tabi kaltak, seni altına almak için demiştir. Hem sen çok genç ve güzelsin, sikilmeye de alışmışsın, artık duramazsın! Bundan sonra bana da siktirecen kendini, böylece kimse duymayacak ne mal olduğunu, tamam mı?” dedi. Ben önce Mustafa amcaya doğru baktım, ama o bir taşın üzerine oturmuş, sigarasını yakıyordu, umurunda bile değildim. Rüstem amca tekrar, “Tamam mı?” diye sordu. (Tamam!) anlamında başımı sallayınca, “Hadi içeri geç bakalım!” diyerek önümden kulübeye girdi.

Evet, artık ne olduğumu biliyordum ve gözüm öyle korkmuştu ki, bu adamlar ne derse yapmaktan başka çarem yoktu. İçeri girer girmez Rüstem amca elbisemin düğmelerini çözüp bir çırpıda çıkarttı. Sonra kendi şalvarını sıyırdı. Siki ne Durmuş ağanınki kadar uzundu, nede Mustafa kahyanınki kadar kalındı. “Kalanları da çıkar minik orospu, o küçük amına koyacam senin!” dedi. Ben külot ve atletimi de çıkarınca, omuzlarımdan tutup aşağı bastırdı. Yarı kalkmış siki ağzıma değip duruyordu. “Hadi, ne bekliyon?” deyince, istemesem de sikini emip yalamaya başladım. Bir süre sonra siki iyice kalkınca, yerde duran minderin üzerine beni yatırıp, bacaklarımın arasına yerleşti. Göbeği baldırlarıma değiyordu. O an hiçbir şey hissetmiyordum, amım daha ıslanmamıştı bile. Rüstem amca, “Ohhh, ama bak bee, çizgi gibi, böyle am sikmemiştim hiç!” deyip, sikini kavrayarak amımın ağzına yerleştirdi ve yüklenmeye başladı. Bir iki yüklenmede sikini içime sokup, gidip gelmeye başladı. Bu srada iri elleri ile de minik göğüslerimi sıkıp duruyordu.

Bir süre sonra iyice hızlandı ve “Ohhh, daracksın orospu, bayıldım bee, göğüslerin limon kadar, ohhh!” diye söylenmeye başladı. Ben altında tepkisiz öylece yatıyordum, amımın sikilmesinden biraz zevk alıyordum, ama bu diğerleri gibi değildi. Çok gemeden Rüstem amca, “Amına koduğummm, ohhh!” diye böğürmeye başladı ve sikini bir hamlede çekip göbeğime döllerini fışkırttı. Ter içinde kalmıştı. Sonra kalkıp, üzerini giyindi. “Bu ilkti yosma, bundan sonra bana da verecen artık, yoksa başına gelecekleri biliyon!” dedi. Tekrar gözlerim dolmuş, ağlamaya başlamıştım. Askıda asılı duran ceketinin cebinden bir kavanoz çıkarıp masaya koydu ve “Bu macunu her sabah bir kaşık yiyecen, böylece döl tutman zorlaşacak!” deyip, külübeden çıktı.

Sonra Mustafa amca elinde bir bidon suyla içeri girdi. Beni minderin üzerinden kaldırıp, köşeye götürerek, belimden aşağı su döktü. Sonra kolumdan tutup tekrar minderin yanına getirdi. Gözlerimden halen yaşlar süzülüyordu. “Üzülme miniğim, sen zaten sikilmeye alışmışsın, ha bir, ha iki!” deyip, beni öpüp okşamaya başladı. Sonra beni minderin üzerine doğru uzatıp, üzerime çıktı. Ben halen olayların şoku içindeydim. Mustafa amca boynumu öpmeye başladı, aynı zamanda da kalçalarımı ve baldırlarımı okşuyordu. Sonra kafasını göğüslerime yapıştırıp, onları emip yalamaya başladı. Bu sırada siki amıma sürtünüyordu, çok gemeden vücudum elektriklenmeye başladı. Her nekadar bulunduğum durumdan dolayı isteksiz de olsam, Mustafa amcanın hareketleri ve sikinin amıma sürtünmesi beni zevklendirmeye başlamıştı…

Mustafa amca belini hafifçe kaldırıp, eli ile sikini amımın deliğine hizalayıp yüklenmeye başladı ve bir süre sonra o kocaman kafası olan kalın yarak içimde yol almaya başladı. Artık karşı koyacak durumda değildim, minik vücudum bunu istiyordu. Mustafa amca belini hareket ettirmeye başladığında, amım karıncalanmaya başlamıştı bile. Bir iki dakika sonra Mustafa amca seri bir tempo ile sikini amımın dibine kökleye kökleye beni sikmeye başladı. Dudaklarıma yumuldu ve bir anda deli gibi öpüşmeye başladık. Artık zevkten altında kıvranıyordum ve bir süre sonra da titreyerek boşalmaya başladım. Mustafa amca boşaldığımı görünce, “Bak görüyon mu küçük yosma, amın sikilmek istiyor! Artık ağlayacak bir şey yok, olan olmuş, sikilmenin tadını çıkart!” dedi. Bir süre daha amımın içinde git gel yapıp, sikini amımdan çıkarttı. Siki iyice şişmiş, benim sularımla kaplanmış başı parlıyordu…

Beni ters çevirip dizlerimin üzerinde domalttı. “Şu götünün tadına bir bakalım artık, haa!” deyip, göt deliğime birkaç defa tükürdü. Sonra sikinin başını göt deliğime dayayıp, iki eliyle belimi sıkıca tutup, yüklenmeye başladı. Ama sikinin başı o kadar iriydi ki, göt deliğim yırtılıyordu. “Sokmaaa, çok acıyorrr, ahhhhhh!” diye avazım çıktığı kadar bağırmaya başladım. Kendimi öne atmaya çalışıyordum, ama belimi öyle kavramıştı ki, kıpırdamam imkansızdı. Mustafa amca ittire ittire sonunda sikini götüme sokmayı başardı. O an acıdan kendimden geçer gibi oldum, ellerim ve kafam mindere düştü. Mustafa amca bir süre bekledikten sonra sikini içimde oynatmaya ve çok geçmeden de içimde azda olsa git gel yapmaya başladı. 10 dakika kadar sonra kendimi toparladığımda artık göt deliğim alışmıştı. Bunu fırsat bilen Mustafa amca götüme daha rahat girip çıkıyordu. Kısa süre sonra da kasıkları kalçalarıma çarpıyordu. Ben ise halen götümün yanmasından acı çekiyordum. Sonra bir eli ile alttan göğüslerimi okşamaya, diğer eliyle de amımla oynamaya başladı. Bu sırada yavaş bir tempoda götümü sikmeye devam ediyordu…

Küçük bedenim okşanmalara ve amımla oynanmasına daha fazla kayıtsız kalamadı, götümün acısını unutmuş bir şekilde altında zevkle kıvranmaya başladım. Mustafa amca kulağıma eğilip, “Zevke mi geldin minik yosma, haa? Sik bağımlısı seni, söyle, daha hızlı sikeyim mi seni?” diye fısıldadı. Ben zevkten artık iyice kendimden geçmiştim. “Sik erkeğim, ohhhhh, sik beni, çok güzel!” diye inleyince, “Ohhh, konuş orospu! Konuş amını götünü siktiğim!” diyerek daha seri bir şekilde sikmeye başladı. Yarım saat kadar sonra ben tekrar boşalmaya ve “Sik beni, geçirrrr, ohhh ahh neremi istersen sik!” diyerek haykırmaya başladım. Az sonra Mustafa amca da, “Geliyom orospuuu, ohhh, götüne dolduruyom!” diyerek götümün içine döllerini fışkırttı ve minderin üzerine yığılıp kaldık.

Biraz dinlendikten sonra Mustafa amca beni amımdan bir kez daha sikti. Sonra toparlanıp, çiftliğe döndük.

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YENGEM(ALINTI)

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YENGEM(ALINTI)

Dayım İzmirde kapıcıydı, yıllarcada orada kapıcılıkla geçimlerini sağlardı. Yengemle huzurlu ve mutlu olduklarını düşünürdük. Askerden daha yeni gelmiştim, bir yandan yeni bir işyeri açma telaşı içerisine girmiş, bir yandan da hayatımı düzene sokmaya çabalıyordum ki, babam acilen İzmire gitmem gerektiğini, dayımın rahatsızlanıp hastaneye kaldırıldığını, benim de onlara yardımcı olmamı söyledi. Pek gönüllü olmasam da mecburen gitmek zorunda kaldım…

Beni Garajda yengem ve kızı karşıladı. Evde biraz dinlenip sohbet ettikten sonra, ben normalde dayımın yaptığı işlere el attım. Ama bana çok uzak olan bu kapıcılık işi canımı çok sıkıyordu. Bu arada eve de artık iyice alışmış, yengem ve kızıyla da içli dışlı olmaya başlamıştım. Daha ilk günün sonunda işlerimizi bitirdiğimizde, yengemle baş başa kalmıştık. Yengemin kızının akşamları Bilgisayar kursu varmış, akşam yemeğini yedikten sonra gitti. Yengem bana dertleniyor, buradaki zorlukları anlatıyordu. Yengem laf arasında dayımın sağlık durumunun epeyden beri bozuk olduğunu, artık kendisini mutlu edemediğini söylediğinde, çok şaşırmıştım. “Ne demek bu şimdi yenge?” dediğimde ise, yengem hemen konuyu kapatmaya çalıştı. Farkına varmıştım, yengem erkeksizlikten kıvranıyordu. Ne yalan söyleyim, ben de kadınsızlıktan iyicene abazalaşmıştım…

Yengem kalkıp çay koyacağını söyleyerek mutfağa gitti. Bir iki dakika sonra mutfakta Böcek olduğunu söyleyerek beni çağırdı. Mutfağa gittiğimde, yengem taburenin üstüne çıkmış, bana tezgahın altını göstererek, “Burada!” dedi. Tezgahın altına eğilip baktığımda birşey yoktu, ama kafamı yukarı çevirdiğimde yengemin eteğinin altından şeffaf külotunu ve kıllı amını görüyordum. Yengem, “Gördün mü?” dedi. “Evet yengeciğim gördüm!” dedim. Yengem, “Öldür onu, öldür!” diyordu, ama ne anlamda, gelin de anlayın. “Tamam yenge ben onu hemen öldüreceğim!” diyerek, yengemin bacaklarını okşamaya başladım. Yengem kısık bir sesle, “Napıyorsun sen?” dedi. Hiç sesimi çıkarmadan yengemin bacaklarını yalayarak, dudaklarımla yukarı doğru, yengemin amına doğru çıkmaya başlamıştım. Yengem elleriyle kafamı itiyor, ama şiddetli değil, “Yapma, dur, napıyorsun?” gibi istemezlikle isterik arasında cümleler kuruyorsa da, ben artık yengemin amına ulaşmıştım…

Demin bana, “Napıyorsun? Yapma!” diyen yengem, artık saçlarımdan kavramış, kafamı amına doğru iyice bastırıyordu. Yengemin külotunu dizlerine kadar sıyırdım ve kıllı amını yalamaya başladım. Amının dudaklarını aralayıp, dilimi amının derinlikerine sokuyordum. Dilimi amına soktukça, yengem, “Ohhhh!” diyerek, aşağı yukarı hareketler ediyordu. Sonunda yengem orgazm olup, ağzıma boşaldıktan sonra, tabureden aşağı inerek dudaklarıma yapıştı. Yengem muhteşem öpüşüyor, dudaklarımı, dilimi emiyor, emdikçe de beni sarhoş ediyordu. Yengemle mutfakta 10 dakika kadar ateşli bir şekilde öpüştükten sonra, yengem elimden tutarak yatakodasına götürdü beni. Ben soyunmaya çalışırken yengem benden önce soyunmuş, dudaklarıma, boynuma yapışmıştı. Yengem benim soyunmama yardım ettikten sonra birbirimizi öperek, okşayarak yatağa uzandık…

Yengemin kafam kadar büyük göğüslerine yumuldum hemen. Memeuçlarını öpüyor, ağzıma alarak emiyordum uçlarını. Yengem de bir eliyle göğsünü tutarak, çocuk emzirir gibi ağzıma veriyor, diğer eliyle de yarağımı okşuyordu. Yarağım kazık gibi sertleşmişti. Yengem iyice altıma kayarak yarağımı yalamaya başladı. “Kurban olurum yarağına kuzuuumm, dayın tam 5 senedir sikmedi yengeni, 5 senedir yarak yüzü görmedi yengen, esirgeme yengenden!” diyerek nasıl da emiyordu yarağımı. Sonra yengem bacaklarını iki yana ayırdı, dizlerini karnına çekti ve “Hadi sik yengenin amını, döllerinle sula yengenin yarağa hasret amını!” dedi. Yengemin kıllı amı yarılmış karpuz gibi suları damlayarak karşımda duruyordu. Yengemin üzerine çıktım, yarağımı yavaşça amına sokmaya çalışırken, yengem altımda ani bir hareketle yarağımın hepsini içine aldı. Yengem yarağımı amına hapsetmek istiyor gibi sarılıyordu bana…

Yarağımı yengemin amında zar zor hareket ettirebiliyordum. Yengem en ufacık hareketimde zevkten inliyordu, nerdeyse mutluluktan ağlayacaktı. Bir süre yavaş hareketten sonra yengem bena daha gevşek sarılmaya, ben de yengemin amını pompalamaya başladım. Hızla pompalayarak sikiyordum yengemin amını, soluk soluğa kalmıştım. Bir uzmanın elindeydim adeta. Yengem amından yarağımı çıkarmadan yuvarlanarak üstüme çıktı ve yarağıma oturup kalkmaya başladı. Yengem bir hızlanıyor bir yavaşlıyordu. Üstümde öylesine cilveli seksi hareketler yapıyordu ki, artık dayanamayarak yengemin amına boşaldım. Yengem üstümde birkaç saniye kaldıktan sonra indi ve yarağımı ağzına aldı, halen gelmekte olan döllerimi emdi. Yengem sanki çölde susuz kalmış gibiydi. Eee, napsın kadıncağız, dayım olacak hıyar herif tam 5 senedir sikmemiş yengemi (veya sikememiş)!

Yatakta yengemle bir süre birbirimize sarılıp uzandıktan sonra, yengem, “Birazdan kızım gelir, yakalanmayalım, sen git duşunu al, ben de çarşafları değiştireyim, daha sonra duş alırım!” dedi. Hiç yengemden ve yataktan ayrılmak istemiyordum, yengemi birdaha birdaha sikmek istiyordum. Fakat yengem, “Bunun daha yarını var, ertesi günü var, öbür günü var. Günler torbaya mı girdi, bol bol sikişiriz daha!” deyince kalktım gittim duşumu aldım…

Ve gerçekten de, dayım 3 hafta sonra hastaneden taburcu olana kadar hergün siktim yengemi. Ben 18 ay askerde amsızlığın, yengem de 5 yıl yaraksızlığın acısını çıkardık, deliler gibi sikiştik yengemle! İkinci haftadan itibaren yengemi götten de siktim, hemde hergün. Yengemin götü de amı kadar muhteşemdi! Fakat dışardan bakınca yengemin bukadar azgın bir kadın olacağı hiç aklımın ucundan dahi geçmezdi. Yengem tam bir yarak hastası, seks manyağı çıktı. Malesef şu anda İstanbuldayım artık, fakat ne yapıp edip, bir yolunu bulup, tekrar yengemi sikmek istiyorum…

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Mating Rituals Ch. 14

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Author’s notes:

1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.

2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author’s knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.

3. This is the fourteenth chapter of the ‘Mating Rituals’ series – it is a standalone story but will make more sense if you read chapters 1 to 13 first (and why would you not want to do that?).

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Sophie looked around the living area where everyone in the community had gathered. She realized how important this meeting was to everyone; if the project under discussion was carried out incorrectly or if there was any leak in confidentiality, there could be severe repercussions. As she awaited the arrival of the last few people she thought of the responsibility she had to ensure everyone’s safety. She looked down at her notes, the fingers of her right hand automatically twisting the beautiful engagement ring on her left hand, now another much treasured part of her adornment since she accepted Ryan’s proposal four months ago.

She looked up again, mentally going around the room, seeing not only the adults but also the younger siblings who had been born in the months and years after her and Ryan. Although nobody had joined the community as an adult in the past many years, she felt sorry for anyone who did join; the complexity of the relationships were confusing even for her. Mentally she went through these as she cast her eyes around the room, trying to see who still had not arrived. There were Lance, Bel, Frank and Karen, the matriarchs and patriarchs of the community, then there were her mom, Cherie, and official dad, Al, then Matt and Carol, Wendy and Marie, Simon and Terry, and Doe, Tracy and Sue, all of whom formed the second generational tier, but even here there were complications when it was remembered that Lance, not Al, was Cherie’s father as well as being her grandfather. After that it became complicated. She was the oldest of the next generation, followed closely by Ryan, Frank and Karen’s son, then there was Trevor, Cherie’s surrogate baby for Carol and Matt; Sarah, Karen’s surrogate baby for Simon and Terry; Troy, Wendy’s boy by Lance, and Ruth, Marie’s girl by Frank; Kayla who is the result of Doe’s wrongly calculated dates after her first fling with Lance, and finally Cherie’s fraternal twins, Jessie and Damon, the result of a few nights of passion with Simon at the wrong time of the month and at 14, the youngest of the group of siblings. She thought with a flash of excitement of the coming of age parties that would be occurring during the next few years as these family members reached adulthood. The last two people, Terry and Tracy, arrived looking slightly flushed and with muttered apologies. Bel gave her a nod to let her know that she could continue, so she stood and waited for silence.

“Good evening , everyone. Thank you for giving up your free time to attend this meeting. I assure you that it is extremely important that you all know what is happening and I need your feedback on what I would like to do for a research project for one of my college courses. As most of you know, I am studying psychology and I am taking a research paper for which I need to carry out some independent research and write a paper on the findings.

“The area that interests me is us, our large family. I don’t need to remind you of the origins of the family, starting with Lance, Bel, Frank and Karen, who were very accommodating to some who arrived here needing help. They were welcomed and have stayed on as full family members, the diversity of these people strengthening and benefitting the family as a whole. The younger family members, including Ryan and I, have arrived as a result of diverse relationships between these older members. As far as I’m aware, this family is unique in many ways. It is this uniqueness that I wish to investigate. The uniqueness is not simply that which occurs when a group of people with common goals live together; we had many examples of this in the 1960s during what was called the hippie commune era. Our uniqueness goes further than that and includes the attitudes and values we have and practise especially regarding interpersonal relationships. As you younger members become adults you will understand to a greater degree the significance of these relationships.

“The research I am undertaking will require me to interview many or all of you and the results of these interviews will be compiled into a research report. The questions will be focused on your attitudes and values as it is these that have allowed this community to flourish as it has. I assure you that during this research everyone will be allocated a code number and nobody will be illegal bahis identifiable from that unless they themselves release that information. I hasten to add that I definitely do not recommend anyone doing that. I have discussed this at length with the psychology department professors and they assure me that it will never be possible for anyone to obtain any information that may identify any particular person as once the report has been accepted, all raw data and records of interviews will be destroyed.”

Sophie stopped and looked around the group, noting that all were giving her their full attention as she would have expected due to the importance of her topic.

“However, I will not proceed with this research without your full permission. In short, I am putting the future of this research in your hands. I firmly believe that in this day and age of fragmented families, research on an inclusive family that works together and has developed its own ethos and character due to the alignment of the beliefs of the individuals is of significant importance to possibly replicating such a community and maybe even extending it. As the saying goes, the family that plays together stays together, and we certainly know how to play together. You, as members of this community, may in the future have a role to play in helping to re-establish family and community living in an increasingly dysfunctional society. So I firmly believe that anything we can do to bring this goal to fruition is of benefit to humanity. That is why I believe it is important to identify the reasons why this works and the way in which individuals within the community think and function.

“So, I’ve said enough. If anyone has any questions I will try to answer them as fully as possible, otherwise, you will have been given a piece of paper when you arrived. On one side is written ‘NO’ and on the other ‘YES’. All you need do is to cross out one of those and deposit your slip in the box as you leave. That way, if you object for any reason, you will be able to reject the proposal anonymously. Simply cross out the word that does not apply. I am, of course, hoping for all ‘YES’ votes so I am here to answer your questions for as long as it takes until you are completely decided. Do you have any questions please?”

There was silence for a few seconds than people began talking in pairs or small groups, some becoming quite animated. Sophie tried to gain some indication of what was being discussed, but without success. After a few minutes Carol raised her hand. Sophie tapped her pen on the table in front of her and the hubbub died down.

“Carol, you have a question?”

“Sophie, I have several questions. First, when we’re interviewed, will the interviews be videoed or recorded in any way?”

“Absolutely not,” replied Sophie. “I will personally undertake all the interviews so I am the only person who will know what anyone says and I will be writing your responses down with only your code number on the paper. As I mentioned, that will be destroyed once the report is completed. I guarantee that everything I hear will be kept in the strictest confidence and used only for the anonymized research paper.” She stopped and smiled to herself. “I assure you that nothing you say will ever end up on any social media network as seems to happen to so much supposedly confidential material these days.”

“Thank you,” replied Carol, “Once this report is completed, what happens to it then?”

“It will be read and marked by my professor and will then be archived in the college library. Remember, nobody at college will know the location or the names of the people who have been interviewed.”

“Thank you. Sorry there’s so many questions; they’re not all mine but just what came up in our small discussion.” Carol smiled encouragingly towards Sophie. “It seemed to us in our discussion that this could be the tip of the iceberg and that far more detailed information in addition to our attitudes and values could be researched. Do you have any plans to take the research further after it has been completed as a course project?”

Now it was Sophie’s turn to smile. “Yes, one of my goals is to continue my research to complete a Ph.D., possibly looking at a comparison between our family attitudes and values and the ways in which these are manifested within our community and the attitudes and values and their manifestation in society in general in an attempt to identify ways in which attitudes and values in society could be influenced to create communities such as ours on a far larger scale. Of course, when a person changes their attitudes, beliefs and values, they can then also change their behavior, meaning they can do things that they didn’t think they could before. You will have noticed that when people have arrived here they have had very different beliefs, attitudes and values to those of the established family, but that for some, who have made this place their home, they have changed those to fit in with the existing illegal bahis siteleri members. Others have been unable or unwilling to change and have left after a short time. I would like to find out why some people are able and willing to change these core beliefs and values, while others are apparently not. In short, it is research that could literally change society at grassroots level, at the level of the attitudes and beliefs of its individual members, and have major benefits for the integration of people into societies which are different from those they are born into, for example, refugees and immigrants.”

“That sounds like a great idea and a huge undertaking. Thank you, that’s all the questions I have. For your information, I have thoroughly enjoyed and continue to enjoy being part of this community. It is because of this that I have Trevor. I certainly will be voting ‘YES’ to support your project and I thank you sincerely for your interest in attempting to improve the increasingly dysfunctional society in which most people seem to survive, rather than thrive, these days.”

Sophie felt both pride and embarrassment as everyone in the room applauded Carol’s comments. There were no further questions and people didn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave the room, this sort of gathering being infrequent due to everyone having their own busy lives to lead, so Cherie asked Jessie to take the box around and collect the voting slips. Sophie noticed this as she was in discussion with Bel and Lance, and felt the apprehension of not knowing the outcome of the vote, hoping that it would be unanimously ‘YES’ so she could continue with her project.

After a short break, Ruth and Troy brought around soft drinks and some cookies that Wendy had baked that afternoon especially for this meeting. Jessie, her half-sister, brought the box full of voting slips to Sophie once they had all been collected. Nervously Sophie, Bel and Lance removed them, placing them in a pile with the undeleted side uppermost. As each one was brought out with the ‘NO’ deleted and piled in the ‘YES’ pile, Sophie slowly relaxed, grateful for the family’s confidence in her but knowing that it would only take one ‘NO’ to stop her program. That ‘NO’ never eventuated; everyone had voted to allow her to undertake the project. She lost control and held Bel, sobbing against her shoulder for a few seconds before pulling herself together. Bel tapped loudly on a table and the sounds of talking lessened then stopped. Sophie looked around the family and smiled gratefully.

“Thank you all very, very much,” she said quietly, humbly, “Thank you. There’s nothing more I can say.” She turned to Bel and sobbed tears of relief against her shoulder some more as everyone burst into applause.

That night she and Ryan lay together in their bed, cuddling each other.

“I’m continually just blown away by this family,” said Sophie, “They’re just so wonderful. Even the younger teens don’t act like their peers in normal society. Our kids seem to be so responsible, as though even at their age they have a social conscience.”

“Yes, definitely, but that’s because they’ve been and are being brought up in a responsible mini-society where they are expected to be responsible, where they are expected to take care of themselves and each other. Look at society in general; it’s so over-regulated, over-protected. Look at the number of signs warning of just about everything now. People are told what to do and what not to do and are made to fear everything. It’s crazy. Whereas here everyone knows that they need to be aware of what’s happening around them. Here if someone slipped over by the pool and fell in, for example, anyone nearby would offer help. Out in society in general everyone would reach for their smartphone to photograph the person as he drowned. That’s the difference.”

“Yes, I guess so. Doe, Tracy and Sue certainly did a good job with the young kids in bringing them up to show respect and to develop responsibility. We’ve been very lucky with the people who’ve come into the family.”

“No, I don’t think luck had much to do with it; I think that the ones who stayed were the ones who could fit in and adapt to the prevailing ethos and values. We had a few who came here for a short time then left, possibly because they didn’t want to make the changes needed to fully participate in family life. It can be really challenging for some people, you know. We don’t see this aspect; nobody from our generation does because it’s all we’ve known. So when we turn 18 and we’re introduced to the sexual side of life we simply accept it because we’ve known nothing different. So as well as teaching the youngsters and inculcating them into the culture, we also do not need to dis-educate them because they have never had to attend an outside school. Those schools are possibly the most destructive thing there is for young children because they are taught so much more than just what is in the official curriculum. No kid needs canlı bahis siteleri to be told they are a loser or they’re slow or be made to feel inferior. School can be a devastating experience for those who are sensitive or a bit different. Kids here, including us, are so lucky not to have had to suffer that.”

“Yes, darling, I agree, but right now get off your soap box and make love to your fiancée please, honey.”

Ryan rolled over and kissed his darling, his hand roaming over her body, feeling her firm flesh and smooth sensitive skin. His hand automatically moved between her legs, feeling her clit ring, now fully healed, and he wondered when she’d have the nerve to have the clit rod fitted. He inserted his finger gently into her damp love tunnel, moving it around slowly, feeling her juices begin to flow more copiously as their kiss deepened. He felt her hand clutching his hardening cock, moving the loose skin up and down. He broke their kiss.

“How would you like it tonight, darling?”

“I feel triumphant tonight,” she announced, “I want to show my superiority and ride you hard into the sunset.”

“Hmmm, well, honey, you’re a few hours late, but I daresay you’ll be able to ride fast and catch it if you really try.”

“What, travel faster than time?” she chuckled, “Just get on your back and let me run the show.”

She pushed him to roll him flat on his back, then grabbed a pillow and pulled his cock upwards. Ryan got the idea and lifted his ass off the bed, allowing Sophie to push the pillow under him, causing his cock to stick up high. She then straddled his legs and put her mouth over his cock, working it down her throat then removing it to breathe, then back down until her nose was in his mat of hair. Ryan felt her swallow a few times, then lift off once again. She wriggled forwards allowing Ryan to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. For a few seconds Sophie closed her eyes and tilted her head backwards as the sensations rushed through her, then she leant forward and positioned herself over his cock before sinking onto it slowly and lasciviously. Once she was fully impaled on his tower, her weight mainly on her pelvis rather than her knees because of the pillow, she began rolling her hips back and forth, massaging her clit against his body, pleased to be able to do this now the ring had healed completely.

They made love gently, for them, Sophie gradually changing her position to lean forward more, increasing the stimulation of her clit while feeling his cock head moving in the end of her vagina. Slowly she felt the familiar sensations rising from her clit, pushing her closer to her release. Her movements increased, Ryan’s massaging of her breasts became harder, she was nearly there.

“Yes, darling, yes, ooohhhhh, yes, fuck me, fuck meeee, yes, darling, YES, YES, YESSSSSS, OOOOHHHHH, HONEY I’M CUMMMINGGGGGG!!”

Ryan felt her pussy muscles clenching and releasing his cock as she came hard. Gradually, as the sensations passed, he lessened his pressure on her nipples and she slowly lay forward on his body, breathing hard. He caressed her hair, softly, lovingly. What a wonderful person she was; his true love, the girl he had known all his life, his fiancée, soon to be his wife. How could a guy be this lucky, he wondered to himself frequently, especially at special times like this. Sophie stirred.

“Your turn, sweetheart,” she said.

She climbed off and pulled the pillow from under him, then slid back on. The different angle changed things considerably, not least was the ability to raise and lower herself now so she could massage his cock with her love tunnel. She began doing this, raising herself up then lowering herself down again, then changing again so that she was sliding back and forth on the pool of lubrication she had produced, then up and down again. Ryan felt the build-up of sensations in his cock as her pussy massaged it beautifully. He began thrusting in time with her movements, meeting her body as it descended then withdrawing as she lifted until only the head of his cock was still inside, then she dropped again as he rose, over and over. Then she stopped and lay on him, preventing any movement, while she contracted and released her vaginal muscles. Ryan could feel the rippling of her muscles massaging his cock without any movement of their bodies. He knew that in this mode he would cum, just as she would, eventually. In a previous session it had taken well over an hour for them to reach a huge simultaneous orgasm like this, but tonight Ryan wanted to cum and soon. He clutched her breasts again and pushed her upright, then used her breasts as handles to push her back and forth, thrusting into her each time she moved backwards, feeling her clit pressing against his pubic bone each time.

Suddenly he felt the sensations change; it was as though he passed a certain point and from here on it was a downhill rush towards his release. He increased the tempo, feeling her respond and they fucked each other hard until once again she let out a shriek and clenched his cock hard while his dam overflowed and he spurted his thick potent cum deep inside his darling fiancée, each spurt accompanied by a grunt of effort.

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I would suggest reading Massage Therapy first to better understand what is going on. There is some light incest so be warned. I welcome come, positive or critical, but not trolls.

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Sarah sighed as she flipped through her anatomy book. She was on winter break, but she had really struggled with anatomy last semester and wanted to get ahead of it for next semester. After her summer, she had decided to major in physical therapy but she was better with math and trying to remember the different muscles, bones, and nerves….

Thankfully her mom, Deb, was still open to her working here while on break. She had made her daughter promise to not do any “extras” with massages. Reluctantly, she had agreed, but still…

Ding!

Sarah looked up to see a familiar face.

“Sarah?”

“Hey Doug!” She smiled at see her friend. “You’re home for break too? How is it going? You still on the team?”

“Yeah, got in last night.” Doug shook his head. “Actually that’s why I’m here. I have been issues with my hammie. Is your mom available?’

“She’ll be out for at least forty-five minutes… maybe an hour” She hesitated. “You want me to work on it? I changed my major to physical therapy and have done some coursework in massage.”

Doug shrugged. “Sure, sounds good.”

Sarah showed him to the room before locking the door and washing her hands. When she stepped in the room, Doug was face down and towel draped over his body. She had briefly wondered if he had come before for a session with her mom and if he had been one of her “special” customers.

She shook her head. There are just some things she just did not want to know.

“I’ll go over your back first. When I get to your hamstring, just let me know if I go too hard.”

“Thanks.”

Working his back was a true workout for Sarah. His athletic frame had filled out since high school and the nineteen year old had to dig in her fingers with all her might as she tried to massage the tight muscles.

As Doug flipped over, Sarah averted her eyes. However as she re-adjusted the towel, she couldn’t help but look at his bulge. He was clearly excited and filled the towel out nicely… quite nicely. The brunette felt a quiver of excitement. It was a very nice bulge. As her hands went to work at his shoulders and chest, she watched the covered cock straighten and grow even more. As her hand slid down, she imagined how easy it would be… To let her fingers dip under the towel and curl around his shaft…

She shook her head. Keep it under control, she thought.

As she continued to the feet and then the legs, the bulge never shrunk. Sarah felt the excitement burn hot but kept it under control. The teen felt her face grow hot and a twinge of pleasure warmed between her legs.

Finally…

“Alright, we’re finished.” The teen opened the door. “Take your time getting dressed. I’ll have water for you when you’re ready.”

“Thanks Sarah. That was awesome.”

Sarah fondled the water bottle as she waited. Was she still blushing? Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

The tall, athletic college teen stepped out of the room. Was he flushed as well?

“Thanks!” Doug said taking the water bottle. He hesitated and then, “You still seeing that guy… what’s his name? David?”

“That asshole? No.”

Doug looked down and then out the window. “You want to hang out?”

Sarah smiled, feeling the flush of pleasure return. “Definitely.”

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“You remember Rick? I think he was one of the first guys you worked on.” Deb kept her eyes averted from Sarah.

“Uh… yeah.”

“Well… I wasn’t going to bring this up…” Sarah was definitely curious now. It was rare to see her mom flustered, her mom still meet her gaze as she continued. “He has been asking after you and he has been asking about a four handed massage. I said no, but I think he thinks I was negotiation or something…”

“Four handed massage?”

“Yeah, where we both massage him. He offered $600 dollars -“

“Six hundred?!” Sarah’s mind raced to think of how many books that would cover for next semester.

“Yeah, I know the money would be helpful…” Her mom’s grin disappeared as she pursed her lips. “But for that kind of money, he’ll be expecting a very happy massage.”

“I’m in!” Sarah winked and smiled. “Just don’t forget that my name is Willow.”

Did her mom hesitate? Deb nodded. “His next appointment is tomorrow. I’ll let him know we’ll both be taking care of him.”

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Sarah was glad massages started face down. Nervous energy fluttered through her body. Her mom was on one side, she on the other and they were rubbing a naked man between them. Rick had been as nice and laid back as she had remembered. Based on the banter between her mom and him, he had been a customer of hers for years.

Both mother and daughter were wearing short skirts and tight shirts with spaghetti straps at Rick’s request. Sarah was again self conscious about how well illegal bahis her mom filled out a shirt like that while her own B-cups were barely a made a curve. Particularly since her mom had told her not to wear a bra. She knew her nipples could be easily seen.

The college woman watched her mom closely, doing her best to mimic her Deb’s every action. They moved along each side of his back, as they moved further to just about his ass, Rick gave a sigh of pleasure. He was in his late 30s, but clearly still exercised.

Sarah met her mom’s stare and they smiled at each other. The younger woman barely stifled a giggle.

Deb shook her head, though she had a smile on her face too, and said in a low soothing tone, “And now we’ll move to the legs.”

As they skipped over his ass, she saw her mom’s finger trail along the cheek. They started at the ankles and worked their way up. The smell of the massage oil began to fill the room. Almost on cue, Sarah began feeling a little excited and nervous.

What would it be like with her mom in the room? Who would give the hand job?

As they reached Rick’s thighs, he spread his legs and moaned once again. Her thumbs dug in deep to the left hamstring. As their hands moved further and further up, he began raising his hips.

Sarah looked in confusion at her mom, but her mom’s fingers moved right up to his cheek. With each stroke, she pressed higher and higher. The daughter reflected the motion. With each stroke, he raised his hips.

After this happened nine or ten times, Deb surprised her by reaching under the man’s hips. It was clear from the motion that her mom was stroking his cock. But then Sarah got another shock when, with her other hand, she began tickling his asshole!

She locked eyes with her mom who had a mischievous look on her face. Something about the expression made Sarah look at her mom in a new light. She knew her mom was attractive, but now she could see why men would find her sexy. There was an impishness that hinted at a smouldering sensuality.

Her mom mouthed “Join me” and looked down at the exposed ass between them. Hesitantly, Sarah moved her hand up to the other cheek. Again, she mimicked her mom’s actions. She kneaded his cheek and then when her mom’s fingers left his asshole, she replaced it with her finger as her mom worked his ass.

She felt the tight opening beneath her finger. Should she just press and tickle or slide her finger in?

She watched her mom closely and she just tickled so Sarah did the same. The third time through this cycle, there was a lot of lube and Rick pushed his ass back. Sarah’s finger slipped in and Rick groaned, “Yes.”

Sarah felt her own excitement stir as she moved her finger in and out, a little deeper each time. She didn’t meet her mom’s gaze, but saw her begin speeding up her stroking.

“Hold on, hold on,” Rick panted. “Let me flip over.”

Sarah’s finger slipped out and she stepped away from the table to wipe her hand on a towel. As she turned back, she saw Rick and her mom smiling at each other, her hand moving over his hard cock. His cock was thick and long, bigger than most guys she had been with.

“You know what I like Deb…” Rick smiled at her.

“Oh Rick, I thought we weren’t going to do that.” Her mom glanced in Sarah’s direction. “I

thought -“

“C’mon Deb, I’m dropping a lot of money here.” Rick smiled and his hand reached up to massage her breast. “Show me the girls.”

Deb blushed but grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her sizable boobs jiggled. Rick moved his hand back up and Sarah saw her nipples instantly perk up. There were more than a handful and spilled over.

Sarah breath caught in her throat and Rick looked over at her. “You too Willow.”

Butterflies fluttered but she pulled off her shirt as well. Nervously she stepped closer and felt his hand on her breast. He gently, very gently, rubbed her nipple between his finger and thumb.

Unsure what to do, Sarah’s hand joined her mom’s and instinctively, their fingers intertwined. Together they moved up and down his shaft.

“Oh yes… that is amazing.” Rick’s huge smile took them both in. “You are both so beautiful!”

The cock felt weird with another hand joining hers but this was something Sarah was familiar with and began to speed up. And she felt his hand move to her other nipple.

“Slow down,” Rick said. “I want this to last. Deb, use both hands. Willow play with my balls.”

Sarah nodded and moved down. His legs widened and she took them both in her hand. She remembered that Rick had enjoyed this last time and so began very gently massaging them and rolling them with her fingers.

The young woman glanced up and her breath was taken away. It was very erotic to see her mom’s hands glistening with oil as they moved up and down the cock. Her mom’s breasts moved in time with the stroking even as Rick’s hands massage them. Sarah felt herself getting wet. She squeezed her legs together and felt a shock of pleasure.

It illegal bahis siteleri was wrong to get excited watching her mom, but damn! She looked hot!

Rick’s expression was of one of bliss and he mirrored Sarah’s thoughts, “Deb, you are the sexiest woman I know!”

Her mom smiled at the compliment and then bent forward to lick his nipple! He gasped and his grin grew bigger.

“The only thing that would make this hotter…” Rick trailed off and he glanced over at Sarah. “Willow, why don’t you take over for me and give Deb’s breasts the love they deserve.”

“I don’t… I’ve never…” Sarah stuttered out.

“That’s even hotter,” Rick replied. “Get behind Deb and play with her while she plays with me.”

Sarah glanced at her mom who gave her a goofy look and a wink. The teen realized that they were in it, might as well play the roles to the hilt. She stepped behind her mother and snaked her arms around.

The boobs felt heavy in her hands and much softer than her own. Her own breasts pressed up against her mom’s naked back, warmth against warmth. She began to massage the breasts, the nipples perky against her palms.

“Oh yeah,” Rick breathed. “Play with her nipples, Willow.” Sarah rolled them in her fingers, just as she liked her own nipples played with. “Pull them.” The teen pulled the nipples, so much longer than her own. Was her mom pressing against her? The heat of their bodies intensified as she felt the regular rhythm from her mom continuing to jack the man off.

She pressed herself up against her mom and really began playing with those amazing breasts, teasing the nipples her nails, twirling them, and kneading them. Shocked, she heard her mom moan softly.

“You like that Deb?” Rick asked.

The older woman nodded and a warm glow of satisfaction filled Sarah. Almost unconsciously, she kissed her mom’s shoulder. Her eyes locked with Rick and she continued to kiss along the shoulder, enveloped in a haze of sexuality.

“Willow, do you like feeling Deb’s tits?” Rick asked and Sarah nodded. “Good, I want you to flip up Deb’s skirt.” Sarah continued to keep eye contact with Rick as her hand moved from the breasts and made their way down and obeyed his command. “Feel that ass.” Her mom had a thong on! It allowed Sarah’s hand free reign for practically her entire butt. “It feels great, doesn’t it.” Sarah merely nodded, her hands moving along both cheeks. It was wider than her own of course, but the curve of it… she could definitely see why men (and women!) found it enticing. “Spread her ass apart.” Sarah kneaded it with her hands, fully enjoying the warm flesh beneath her fingers. “Now, stick a finger into her. Pleasure her as she gives me pleasure.”

Sarah’s gaze jerked up. They had done a lot but this would cross a line. To the teen’s surprise, her mom stuck her ass out and wiggled it. She bent down lower and it almost looked like she was giving Rick a bj.

“Is she in you Deb?” Ricked breathing was heavy now. “Is she fingering you?”

“Oh yes, Rick.” Deb purred.

Sarah chewed her bottom lip, took a steadying breath… Her hand traced down the crack of the older woman’s ass.

“Yeah, her finger feels so good – OH!”

And the college woman stuck a finger into her mom!

Her mom began to straighten, but Rick grabbed Deb’s hands and commanded, “Keep stroking me. Don’t stop!”

Sarah moved the finger easily in and out, her mom was very wet! She moved in time her her mom’s own strokes. The teen recalled how she liked it, inserted an additional finger, and pressed her finger firmly, searching for the g-spot.

“Does it feel good Deb?”

Her mother groaned and sped up her jacking. Sarah responded by increasing her own pace. Her mom wiggled her ass back and forth before pushing back against her hand, her ass jiggling as the young woman’s fingers pushed deeper and harder – deeper, harder, and faster.

“YES!!” Rick roared.

Sarah glanced up in time to see five or six spurts of cum. She barely registered that as she was continued to finger fuck her mom until the older woman let out a long moan of her own, her whole body began to shake and she collapsed onto the table.

Carefully, the teen removed her fingers, they were dripping. She moved discreetly to a towel and wiped her hand before putting her shirt back on.

Her mom stood up, Rick’s cum smeared across her breasts, and they averted their gaze from each other.

Sarah mumbled something before stepping out of the room. A chaotic whirlwind of emotions swirled within her… not the least bit helped that she felt incredibly horny and was the only one who didn’t get a release.

She sat down behind the desk and idly moved things around the desk. She again pressed her legs together, sparking little bursts of pleasure. She had discovered that trick in English class while trying to stay awake. Finally, Rick and her mom stepped out of the room, laughing.

Rick gave Sarah a big smile and stepped forward for a hug. “Thank you for a wonderful experience canlı bahis siteleri Willow. You and Deb make quite a team!”

“Thanks Rick, I enjoyed it too.”

Rick adjusted his glasses and turned back to Deb. “See, maybe we can do it again soon.”

“Get out of here you mangy dog,” Deb laughed and shooed him out the door. As he stepped back, he waved to them both and left.

The door had barely click shut when Deb whirled on her daughter. “What the fuck was all that?!”

Shocked, Sarah took a step back. “Wh-what are you talking about?”

“How could you but your fingers in me?”

Sarah had never seen her mom so angry. Ugly, red splotches stitched over the older woman’s neck and cheeks.

“You were talking sexy with Rick! You stuck your ass out and wiggled it for me!!” The nineteen year-old began to feel her own fear turn to anger.

“What? You mean like this?” Deb’s rage turned to sexual cooing. “Stick it in me… oh yeah, just like that…” A condescending sneer scrawled across her face. “It is all an act. You PRETEND to enjoy. You PRETEND to be bi or lesbian or whatever. For. The. Client.”

“What about Quinn?!” Sarah shot back. “Oh yeah, I know about her!”

For a moment, Sarah thought her mom was going to jump over the desk and pummel her, but she spun and turned towards the door. “You clean this place up. I want it immaculate when I come in tomorrow morning.”

Wearily, Sarah waited a few moments before going over and locking the door. How was she supposed to know that her mom wanted her to pretend. She brought her hand up to nose and sniffed. The brunette could smell her mom on her fingers. She remembered how easily her fingers had slid in. She felt her mom shake before collapsing onto the table.

Well, arguing the point wouldn’t make things better with her mom. Sarah went back to the massage room and saw that it was a mess. She sighed and got to work.

She was almost done when her phone pinged. Thinking it was her mother, she nervously looked at it. She breathed a sigh of relief when she say it was Doug.

-Want to come over?

-Definitely.

-My parents aren’t home. And I have Netflix.

-I already said definitely.

-Did I mention I have Netflix?

-Goof. Don’t push your luck.

-0:)

-I can be over in 10.

-See ya

When Doug opened up the door, it confirmed that he wanted a hookup. He was wearing a t-shirt and basketball shorts and clearly just out of the shower.

The college woman shrugged. First, she was horny after that threeway massage. And she guessed, she should be happy that he had at least the courtesy to clean himself up. They made their way to his basement.

“Are your parents really gone?” She smiled and thanked him for the glass of water he offered.

“Yep! They’re in Michigan until Sunday.” He settled down on the couch.

Sarah took a deep breath and sat down right next to him. His arm encircled her shoulders as he put on…. Princess Bride!

“You remembered!” She looked up at him.

“That this is your favorite? Of course…”

She thought he was going to kiss her, but he turned back to the tv to adjust the volume and the moment was gone. Sarah always enjoyed the Princess Bride, but the knot of nervousness only grew as the movie went on. Doug’s body was so warm and comforting, but she couldn’t relax.

It wasn’t until Buttercup and Wesley encountered the Rats Of Unusual Size when Sarah felt a hand caress her thigh. Her skirt had ridden up while they cuddled and his fingers touched bare skin. She opened her legs and his hand began to massage in earnest.

The nineteen year old pressed back against him. As she rolled her head back, he kissed along the nape of her neck and down her shoulder. Goosebumps prickled her skin and Sarah moaned softly.

Doug brought down his other hand and now both massaged her inner thighs. Sarah’s legs were obscenely spread apart but she didn’t care. The want of desire began to grow into a need. She felt his erection press into her back.

As she reached back and grasped his cock though, he whispered, “No.”

Confused she turned, but he slid out of the couch and went down to his knees. He began kissing her inner thigh.

“Working at your mom’s must be tough.” He moved to the other thigh and kissed further and further up. “You have to take care of others. Now lay back, relax, and let me take care of you.”

Sarah felt a silly grin spread across her face. She felt him begin to kiss her over her underwear. His strong hands gripped and mauled her legs as he continued to kiss over her underwear, teasing her. Every time he paused, she thought he was going to pull her underwear off… but then he’d return to his kissing.

The pleasure relaxed her but didn’t build. She was about ready to pull off her own underwear when she felt his thumbs hook under the elastic band and he pulled off her underwear.

Aggressively, he grabbed her legs and pushed them up against his chest as his tongue plunged into her.

“Oh, yeah!” Sarah gasped.

Doug’s tongue plunged into her again… and again… and again. Incredibly, Sarah already felt her orgasm begin to build. But then Doug’s tongue left her and began to trace around the inside and outside of her lips.

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The Descent Ch. 07

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A strange atmosphere had developed in the Weaver household over the last few weeks. Following their last swinger party, Sharon and Jim’s relationship had settled into an uneasy tenor—like a song being played at a slightly incorrect cadence or in the wrong key. There was something unmistakably different about it that neither one of them wanted to acknowledge or address—each for different reasons.

For Jim, he didn’t want to face the reality of this expedition into a new lifestyle having significantly altered his marriage. The increasingly glaring indications that they were no longer ‘in it together’ to ‘improve the relationship’ and ‘grow closer’ were everywhere and yet—Jim was intent on willfully ignoring them. The fact that their own pursuits of pleasure had become the focal point of their activities, the social and emotional distance that had developed as a result and the terrifying pace of it all was too much to contend with. It was easier if he just pretended everything was fine.

For Sharon, she didn’t so much as fail to properly acknowledge the changes as she viewed them as irrelevant—she simply didn’t care very much. The fact that she no longer viewed her pleasurable pursuits as a means to improve the intimacy in her marriage was less of a burdensome source of unease, as it was a simple fact of her evolvement. She was out for herself now, and she didn’t mourn the previous state of her marriage any more than she regretted the new status quo.

While they hadn’t attended another swinger party since the previous one where they met up with Jared and Morgan again, things were still progressing in other ways. Jim had fallen into his drinking and pot smoking habits to cope with the guilt, fear, and unease that he felt day-to-day. He lounged around the house in his expensive sleepwear, making himself cocktails and taking tokes off the small purple pipe given to him by his daughter—who joined him for smoke sessions regularly. When he did go out—for supplies or his weekly golf game with Rich—he was never sober and risked a DUI or worse.

This meant Jim was less attentive to the goings-on in the house in general, and less present to intervene—primarily in the burgeoning cocaine habit that Sharon had been developing. After blowing Jared and then being fucked very publicly by Teddy at the last swinger party, Sharon had met up with the woman in the red one-piece who had been sucking off a man in his 50’s across the room. They bonded over being pariahs and perhaps exhibiting less decorum and more wanton impulse while pursuing their latest conquests than others might have thought was appropriate.

Before tag-teaming a couple of drunk older men whose wives were suspiciously absent, they had sampled a fair bit of coke that the woman—Liz—had provided. It began a nearly month-long binge for Sharon kicked off with a healthy sample for Sharon to take home that night and continuing with weekly meetings with Liz who began supplying her. It wasn’t cheap, and Sharon’s steady withdrawals from their shared checking account hadn’t been noticed by Jim.

For the last 3 weeks Sharon hadn’t gone a single day where she wasn’t taking bumps of coke throughout the day, sometimes spending hours in the bathroom chain-smoking cigarettes and doing lines. While Jim hadn’t noticed it or had been intentionally ignoring it—Amanda was very aware of the peculiar dynamic that had settled in the home. In the regular smoking sessions with her father, Amanda tried to coax her father to open-up and talk to her about his obvious slip into depression without success.

When it came to Sharon, Amanda had been all but stonewalled—an emotional coldness from her mother that she had never seen before. Terse responses and curt answers were the norm, and although it was always doled out with the soft, lilting tone of a loving mother—it lacked authenticity and seemed only to approximate the genuine interest and care that she had once offered effortlessly. Amanda wasn’t overly concerned, she could see plainly from her grinding jaw, sniffles and frequent disappearances into locked rooms that she was fiending—but it did elicit sympathy for her father.

Amanda had always had a strong relationship with her mother, but as she had grown older, she felt it had changed. As she started experiencing the events of adolescence like boys, partying, and the rest she felt like she could no longer rely on her mother for support and understanding—instead becoming a source of judgment and disappointment. She wasn’t doing anything different than the rest of the kids her age, but her mother still viewed the mildest indiscretion as a damning offense.

It was this feeling of oppression and shame that gave rise to a rebellious streak. Amanda partied a little harder than her friends, and slept around a bit more, all in the name of defiance of her maternal overlord. But where her mother had become a figure of oppression, her father had become a friend. Jim would offer her a couple beers discreetly here and there, grab her a pack of smokes on his way home if she asked, look the other way when she snuck into the illegal bahis house drunk, high, and far past curfew after partying. Jim was the prototypical ‘cool dad,’ who knew that ‘girls just wanted to have fun.’

So, Amanda noticing that her mother was indulging in her newfound bad habits, she felt less concerned and more relieved—perhaps this situation would stick, and she’d have two ‘cool parents’ who gave her the freedom she desperately wanted. The only downside was that it seemed that aside from neglecting her motherly duties, her spousal duties were also being shirked in favor of these new activities. It pained her to see her father—normally such a happy, smiling, carefree man—moping around the house in his PJ’s and sipping cocktails on the couch or the porch while looking wistfully into space.

“Room for two?” Amanda asked, noticing her father packing a fresh bowl in the small purple pipe she’d given to him several weeks ago.

Jim offered a weak smile and nodded to the empty cushion next to him on the couch. Amanda sighed dramatically, plopping herself down and leaning back for a good stretch.

“Plans for the day?” Jim asked, flicking the lighter to life and circling the flame over the bowl.

“Nope. I’m off today and I’m not doing anything. Not even gonna get dressed,” Amanda exclaimed before breaking into a yawn.

Jim smiled again and nodded, tilting his head back and blowing a stream of smoke up towards the ceiling. Without looking he handed the lighter and pipe to his daughter, knowing the procedure of their morning routine quite well at this point.

“Why thank you, kind sir,” Amanda chirped playfully, excited to follow her recent wake with a much needed bake.

She tapped the bottom of the lighter on the blackened patch of green in the bowl and flicked it to life. Her expert pipe smoking skills borne of hundreds if not thousands of previous actions shone through, her thumb working in tandem with her lighter and breathing to fill her lungs utterly with smoke before handing the pipe back to her father. Jim watched as her chest heaved and her back arched, a familiar display of her smoking prowess as a self-described ‘stoner.’ Finally, she released the contents of her lungs and expelled a long, thick stream of smoke that quite literally filled the room.

Amanda smiled when she noticed her father staring at her, tilting her head and sticking out her tongue.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked after a few moments of his gaze not lifting.

He smiled—a big, genuine smile that Amanda hadn’t seen for a while.

“I’m just happy you’re my daughter,” he beamed.

Amanda let out a snort of laughter, the weed already doing its job.

“I don’t think most parents would watch their kid kill an entire bowl in one hit and be thinking that,” she laughed.

Jim shrugged, perhaps the effects of the weed feeding his already laid-back attitude.

“I just see a beautiful young woman who I’m extremely proud to call my daughter,” Jim replied, feeling the familiar sting of tears at the corner of his eyes.

Amanda stopped laughing at her father’s awkward attempt at bonding and felt something real pull at her heart.

“Oh, daddy, don’t be silly,” she said, swallowing the emergence of her own lump of emotion in her throat.

“I’m sorry, I’m being weird, aren’t I?” Jim replied, trying unsuccessfully to inconspicuously wipe a tear from his eyes.

Amanda waited a few more moments, trying to let the mood settle.

“Are you okay?” she asked, already prepared for the false reassurance that he’d been offering her for weeks.

But he didn’t.

“I don’t know, hon,” he replied softly.

“Is it the swinging thing?” she pressed, sensing her opportunity.

Jim sighed, his shoulders slumping.

“I really shouldn’t… it’s between your mother and I,” he answered without conviction.

“What is? We’re all a part of this family, dad. And it’s not only you and mom who are affected. Me, Cam, we’re all affected if something happens—and we all love you,” Amanda reasoned, placing her hand on her father’s forearm.

Jim smiled weakly again, not quite able to regain the wide smile of earlier.

“You’re such a good kid, I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” Jim laughed softly to himself before meeting Amanda’s sympathetic eyes.

“I’m a party-girl stoner who works at the bowling alley and cheats on all her boyfriends, I’m really not the ‘good kid’ you think I am dad,” Amanda replied with a crooked grin.

Jim let out a chuckle, Amanda’s self-deprecating confession burning his cheeks a bit in embarrassment. Amanda joined him, realizing that she may have crossed the ‘too much information’ boundary and silently cursing her own impulse control. Something in the sad look in his eyes made her feel the need to reach out and hug her father, compelled to physical touch after their silly stoner bonding session.

Jim let his daughter lean into his chest and press her cheek against him and wrapped her comparatively small frame with his arms in a loving embrace.

“Thanks illegal bahis siteleri for being so cool,” Amanda whispered softly.

Jim almost let out another chuckle at the mention of himself being referred to as ‘cool,’ but it caught in his throat as he was struck by the authenticity of her statement. Instead he instinctively began petting the top of Amanda’s head, softly brushing her auburn hair like he did when she was young.

“I miss this,” Amanda whispered again.

“Miss what?” Jim replied, not quite sure about her meaning.

“Just being a kid, I guess. When I was your little girl and you were my daddy,” she continued.

Jim flinched a bit at being called ‘daddy’ by his daughter, his recent roleplaying with Morgan immediately springing to mind and reminding him that he hadn’t been intimate with Sharon or anyone else since that night.

“You’ll always be my little girl, darling,” Jim replied.

“And you’ll always be my daddy,” she whispered back, again sending conflicting messages through Jim’s mind.

Amanda coupled her statement by sitting up and kissing Jim on the cheek softly, then wrapping her arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly.

Jim reciprocated her affection and hugged her back but remained fixated on the arousal of being called daddy and the lingering wetness on his cheek from Amanda’s soft kiss. His heartbeat reverberated in his ears as he contemplated why his signals were being crossed at this moment.

Amanda finally loosened her grip and pulled back, still retaining her hands on his shoulders and looking hard into Jim’s eyes.

“What’s wrong? You seem tense?” she queried, crinkling her brow worryingly.

Jim’s smile came awkwardly, and his eyes darted away from the sparkling blues of his daughter’s as if she would be able to see right through to his thoughts in that moment.

“It’s just been, a while since you kissed my cheek,” he scrambled.

“Oh? You’ve missed that? Remember when we kissed each other’s cheeks every night before bed? I would refuse to sleep, I thought you hated that,” she replied through a crooked grin.

“Of course, I remember, and it never bothered me at all,” Jim remembered fondly.

“Well, I guess I owe you then,” she smiled.

And with that Amanda leaned in again and kissed Jim’s cheek, only before adjusting her focus and kissing the other cheek. She went on like this, kissing each of Jim’s cheeks in alternating fashion for several seconds before pulling her head back and smiling at him.

“What was that for?” Jim asked, more than a little flustered and confused.

“I owed you a lot of cheek kisses for the nights we missed, I was just paying my debt,” Amanda joked playfully, her wide blue eyes sparkling.

Jim didn’t know what to say and had become aware of the slight erection that was clearly visible through the crotch of his silk pajama pants. He cursed his penchant for extravagant sleepwear and habit of not wearing underwear to bed.

Amanda picked up on his consternation, again furrowing her brow in concern.

“Is it the weed? You feel irrational paranoia?” She asked.

Jim shook his head no but hadn’t quite conjured up a reason either.

“You’re acting weird today, I’m worried about you,” Amanda followed, not one to mince words.

“I’m fine, it’s just been a rough few weeks,” he replied, settling on a truth—albeit one that wasn’t presently relevant.

Aside from trying to look normal, Jim was also focusing on trying to mentally force his erection to subside.

“Why can’t you just talk to me about it?” she implored.

“It’s just, I don’t think it’s something you should have to worry about,” he answered.

“You keep saying that, but I keep telling you we’re a family. We don’t keep secrets from each other, and you can trust me,” Amanda countered.

Jim sighed, both in response to his current predicament and in defeat.

“Okay, but it stays between us,” he replied.

“You do realize how ironic that is considering what I just said about not keeping secrets, right?” she said dryly.

“It isn’t a secret from anyone, but the fact that I’m telling you about it needs to be,” Jim reasoned.

“Fine,” Amanda agreed.

Jim sighed again, wondering how exactly to present this subject to his 18-year-old daughter.

“Your mother and I joined this swinger group to improve our marriage, but lately it’s seemed to have created distance. Your mom especially, has gotten really into it and seems to be kind of doing her own thing these days,” he began.

“I’ve noticed,” Amanda smirked.

“Yeah, well, so have I—although I’d rather ignore it. But lately it’s gotten to the point where I really can’t, and I’m worried that we may have opened a Pandora’s box,” Jim concluded.

“Meaning what?” she replied.

“Meaning… I think this whole idea might’ve been a mistake. We’ve done a lot of experimenting and I don’t think we can put the toothpaste back in the tube,” he clarified.

“So, are you guys getting a divorce?” Amanda pressed.

“Oh, canlı bahis siteleri God no, nothing like that. But it’s certainly changed our relationship and I doubt it will ever really be the same again,” Jim answered.

Amanda leaned back on her haunches a bit, considering her father’s words.

“Do you want it to be the same? If you could go back to how it was, would you?” she questioned.

Now it was Jim’s turn to consider—and it was a prospect he hadn’t given much thought until that moment.

“I’m not sure, there are certainly things I miss, but we had our problems then too,” he wondered aloud.

“So, why are you so down? You aren’t even sure that you’re unhappy with how things have changed or if you’d want it to go back to how it was. Why is it making you unhappy?” Amanda prodded curiously.

“I…,” Jim fumbled a bit, knowing the real reasons but hesitant to admit them.

Amanda waited for a few silent moments before sensing Jim would need some motivation to finish his thoughts.

“Come on, dad, you can’t leave me hanging,” she said, attempting the playful approach first.

“Your mom and I have become distant, honey. Other than the swinger parties, there just isn’t much we do together anymore. And even then, the parties,” Jim stammered, shaking his head.

“I get it,” Amanda nodded,

“Yeah,” he replied, nodding his head in agreement with his daughter who’d connected the dots.

Slowly Amanda’s face curled into a smirk and her eyes narrowed toward her father.

“Is that why you’ve been acting so weird? My cheek kisses? You’re… lonely?” she quizzed.

Jim’s heart jumped a beat, taken aback by her perceptiveness and unprepared to answer for his confusing physical reactions. Amanda immediately recognized his look of discomfort and smiled wide, knowing she’d solved it.

“Oh daddy, don’t be silly. It’s not like you have a—” she said while turning her head to look down at her father’s silken clad crotch to reveal an unmistakable bulge, “hard on.” She finished.

Jim could feel his entire body go hot and the tingling unease of intense shock and embarrassment spread along his skin.

“Daddy,” Amanda whispered, her heartbeat now racing and her skin flush.

“Honey, I’m not sure what’s going on but—” Jim began.

“Shhhh, don’t worry about it, I’m not upset,” Amanda replied, barely aware of her own speaking while overcome with a mix of emotions.

Jim remain frozen, unable to move or speak. He simply did not know what to say or do, or what was happening.

“Do you know why I always cheat on my boyfriends?” she continued.

Jim, predictably, did not answer.

“Because I always fuck their dad,” she explained, her hand snaking out towards the tent in Jim’s pants.

“Honey, no,” Jim protested feebly, despite the tent growing in response to her movements and words.

“You know what’s funny?” she went on, now brushing her hand across the cock shaped outline between Jim’s legs.

Jim’s breath seized in his lungs and his entire body went rigid, knowing how wrong this was but physically unable to react.

“They always wanted me to call them daddy,” she purred, her light caresses becoming more and more bold.

While she continued to softly massage Jim’s cock through his pants Amanda turned her head back to Jim with a devious smile. It was clear to Jim that she was challenging him, although he wasn’t sure he knew why or how the situation had escalated so quickly. Amanda was awash in endorphins, remembering the sight of her father behind Barb in the kitchen and how wet it had made her. While she didn’t totally understand it, the ability to turn her father on like this was driving her wild.

“Do you like when I call you daddy?” She teased, feeling his cock harden against her touch.

Jim felt the knot in his stomach begin to unravel, the direction of this interaction feeling predetermined in a way that absolved him of some guilt or responsibility that he’d been harboring until that moment.

“Yes,” he breathed finally.

In response, Amanda’s hand clasped around the cock that she’d been teasing with her soft touch and began stroking it purposefully—the thin silk barrier leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

Jim gasped audibly, arching his back and then breathing out slowly—sinking into the touch of his daughter’s hand on his shaft.

“Tell me about them,” Jim panted, finding his way back into the familiar role he filled with Morgan weeks ago.

“The other dads?” she clarified.

“Yes,” was all Jim could get out as Amanda’s grip on him tightened further and her stroking increased in pace.

“I like to tease them, wear slutty clothes when I meet them or go over for dinner. Squeeze my tits together and lean forward when I shake their hands, brush my thigh against their dicks when I hug them and say goodbye. It turns me on to see them looking at me and knowing they want to fuck me,” Amanda explained in a soft, sultry voice that Jim could barely recognize.

“Sometimes they try to be good and ignore it or stay strong and avoid me. But the ones that don’t I slip them my phone number and meet them when they’re supposed to be working or at a meeting and suck them off in their car or let them fuck me in a cheap hotel,” she continued.

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I reached over to the bedside table, and turned the CD player on. My favorite, sensual romantic music began playing. We kissed long and hard, and before Marcus could reply, I spoke. “I know, I’ll give you a massage!”

His eyes lit up and he asked, “Are you sure, you were hurting quite a bit earlier?”

I batted my seductive green eyes, and purred, “That was earlier. I told you I’m ready for round two.”

I grabbed the massage oil, and instructed Marcus to turn onto his stomach. I chuckled to myself. “Oooh, this will be fun.” My clit and nipples hardened, as if to agree.

I began with his feet and calves, doing one and then the other. Slowly, with a feathery to firm touch I kneaded each muscle until it relaxed in my hands.

He moaned, “Mmmm, that feels good. You’re hired, with one option; no clothing allowed.”

I giggled. “Oh yeah, what will you pay me?”

“With love, hugs, and kisses for the rest of our lives, with optional bonuses. We can figure those out as we go.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me.” My hands worked illegal bahis their way up his legs to the edge of his buttocks. Massaging around each leg and lightly brushing his balls, nothing more, yet. I just kept going, and began rubbing each ass cheek, and noticed his cock was indeed getting hard again.

“OMG, do you know what your hands are doing to me?”

“Ah huh, giving you a massage.”

I could feel my juices coating my inner thighs. I wanted to stop, have him turn over, and fuck again. However, it was my turn to give him a pleasant massage.

I moved to his lower back, and noticed the more I rubbed, the harder his cock got. “Mmmm looks like a certain part of you is really enjoying my hands.”

“Damn those hands feel nice, want me to turn over doll?”

“Oh, not yet baby, I’m not done with your backside.”

As I used my skillful hands to work on his upper back, shoulders, and neck; I felt him relax and his breathing change. I also noticed he was hard as a rock.

I tickled his ribs, and chirped, “Don’t fall asleep yet illegal bahis siteleri lover, the best is yet to come. Or is it cum,” I said to myself.

I did both arms, hands and fingers. I then kissed his neck and whispered, “Turn over baby.”

He laughed softly, and turned me over. His cock was sticking straight up.

“Oh my, it looks like my massage didn’t relax you at all.”

He pulled my lips down on his. “Well, most of me is relaxed. However, darling you know darn well what your touch does to me.”

“I see, well Marcus, its time to do your front side.”

“How’s about we skip that and get down to fucking again?”

I laughed. “Not yet.”

“Aw, come on sugar, don’t torture me like this.”

“Oh, but I love tormenting you like this.”

I ignored his pleas. I began at his feet again working upwards. This time rubbing between his legs more, and brushing my hands against his sex. My movements slow, on purpose.

My pussy was screaming, “For god sakes lets fuck already.” I moved close to him and spread my legs canlı bahis siteleri to give him access to my sex.

Following that, without saying a word, I touched his throbbing member. I thought he’d cum right then and there in my hands.

I stroked it, and then placed my mouth around the head of his cock. I love to suck cock, and yes, I swallow, its no fun if you don’t. I sucked him deep and hard, and knew he wouldn’t last long.

His fingers found my clit, and I knew I would climax soon too.

After a couple minutes, I could feel the twitching begin. He started bellowing, “Oh fuck baby, I’m going to cum!”

I wrapped my lips tightly around his shaft, as he shot 3 good loads of cum down my throat. My climax followed covering his hands clear up past their wrists.

Marcus pulled me into the bed next to him, kissing me passionately.

“Oh my sweet darling, that was awesome. You gave me the best massage I could ever have…. not to mention a good ball busting cum. I love you.”

“It was my pleasure Marcus. I love you so much.” I yawned, “Now I’m ready for some sleep.”

It was the best night of painless sleep that I have had in a long time.

As for Marcus, he woke me for breakfast his way; his mouth in my pussy…..but then again…. that’s another story.

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He sat on his patio overlooking the courtyard. On the table before him was a bottle of red wine, a plate containing cheese, bread, and grapes, and a near-empty wine glass. His vacant stare into the courtyard was interrupted by the sound of the next-door neighbour’s patio door open. At one time the apartments had been one, but after the war, they were subdivided. Now only a small planter of boxwood separated the patios. John turned his head and sighed. “Hello, beautiful lady. Your beautiful smile brightens my evening.”

“Come on, John,” she chuckled. “With the mask, you cannot tell if I am smiling. I could be mouthing an obscene greeting.”

John just laughed and took in her figure silhouetted by the purple of the setting sky. She was petite and still had a girlish figure. Dafina was of that indeterminant woman’s age between thirty and fifty that radiated experience, sexuality, and determination. “Care to join me,” he offered.

“We are not of the same social circle,” she replied defensively.

“We share the same apartment number and mailbox.” Then he added with a smirk, “No one needs to know we are separated only by a mere partition and two interior doors. Besides, I would enjoy your company.”

“Ok, if you insist. Just let me get rid of this mask and wash up.” Dafina turned and walked back into her apartment. illegal bahis John admired how her blue jean pockets accented he ass as she disappeared into her darkened apartment door.

When she returned John had added another chair, more wine, and some fruit to the table. Dafina hopped over the boxwood and moved the vacant chair close to John, He could smell her fresh perfume. He also noticed that the top two buttons of her denim blouse were now undone to reveal a significant amount of her cleavage. He enjoyed the view and she noticed his appreciation.

The sun had completely set. Twilight now enveloped the patio and the air had turned cold. The conversation had been intense and enjoyable. Only a few grapes and a bread crust littered the plate. John looked at the empty wine bottle and said, “There is more wine inside, would you like some?” He began to rise from his chair.

“I am a little cool, could we go in?” asked Dafina.

“Sure,” replied John.

“Here, let me help clear the table.”

As they placed the glasses and plate in the sink her body brushed tightly against his. His hands found the back pocket of her jeans and he cupped her buttocks. She turned into him and for a moment they gazed into each other’s eyes. Then they kissed, tentatively at first, and then with passion. Her tongue teased his lips and illegal bahis siteleri then danced across his tongue. His hands moved up and down her back and caressed her ass. She arched her back and allowed his hands to stroke first her hair, then her neck, and finally her breasts.

They never made it to the bedroom. They made it as far as the living room rug. In that brief distance from the kitchen to the living room, Dafina had managed to remove John’s shirt and undo his pants. He in turn had removed her blouse and was trying to suck on her nipples as she slide-stepped backwards. When his pants fell to his ankles they stopped consumed with giggles and gasps.

John kicked his pants from his ankles and quickly removed his underwear, and then dropped to his knees. His lips, fingers, and tongue followed Dafina’s hands as she removed her jeans and panties. Dafina’s fingers now guided John’s head. She enjoyed his hot breath against her skin and the way his fingers kneaded her buttocks and the backs of her thighs. She readjusted her stance. He followed her wordless suggestion.

John’s fingers worked their way up Dafina’s thighs. Encouraged by her deeper breathing and soft mewing, his fingers teased the hair around her pussy. Then they found her warm wetness. Dafina pushed down on the back of John’s head as she slightly canlı bahis siteleri arched her back. His tongue found her cleft and then her clit. She gasped and whispered, “Oh, yes…” John’s tongue felt like magic on her clit. The warmth and tightness were building in her body. Then John’s fingers pushed inside her.

His tongue danced on her clit. Within her wetness, his fingers moved slowly at first and then the rhythm increased. “Ohhh fuuuuck,” she screamed as the muscles of her pelvis spasmed and she gushed on his fingers. “Don’t fucking stop!” John did not stop until a limp Dafina pushed down on him and he found himself lying on the floor with her pussy against his mouth.

John eagerly worshiped her pussy. He enjoyed the taste of her juices and the way she ground her clit and vagina against his face. His hands alternately played with her pert breasts and nipples and her sweet ass. She, in turn, reached back and her hand worked his cock and balls. John arched his back. Daphina pressed down against his mouth. They came together in a shuddering mutual orgasm.

As they cuddled on the rug, Dafina coyly asked, “Does this mean we share the same social circle.”

John laughed and then remarked, “Well, Dafina, we share the same front door, the same mailbox, and I am certainly willing to worship at your social circle anytime you would like.” He then moved forward in an attempt to kiss her.

Her hand stopped him. “You are a dirty old man, John, but I will take you at your word. With that, she pushed him back onto the floor and proceeded to climb on top of him.

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You’d have to say there was something odd about Elaine and Phillip. Perhaps the oddness is best described as a lack of humor. Neither of them made friends easily, and neither showed any evidence that friendship mattered to them. They both worked at their respective tasks diligently, she at a computer in an office all day and he finishing high school. One could easily tell that they were mother and son, physically as well as by personality. “Average” would describe their appearances, if not their personalities. But behind their blank features lurked deeper similarities not hinted at. Emotionally, they were damaged, and sexually, they were smoldering.

Elaine’s story is one of disappointment in relationships, alienation from family and the rest of humanity, deep sadness, and longing. It began with her parent’s lack of normal affection for the child who appeared, unwanted, near the end of her mother’s childbearing years. All the available love must have been spent on her 2 much older siblings, who were nearly out of the picture when she came along. Her mother found her to be too much trouble for a middle-aged woman, involved as she was in her career. And her father had never been able to relate to children on their level, expecting more maturity than she was capable of.

She was farmed out to an even older woman whose vast child-raising experience somehow had not included any close relationships with children. “Aunt Tilley”, as she was called, was a caretaker, but not much of a caregiver. Tilley was herself a withdrawn and self-absorbed old woman, seeing to Elaine’s needs only in a physical sense. Elaine spent most of her time at Aunt Tilley’s house, when she wasn’t in school. Home was for sleeping, bathing, and changing clothes.

By the time old Tilley had retired, Elaine’s mother had reached the end of her career, and her life, and Elaine went back to her father’s house full-time. She was old enough to look out for herself, which was a relief to her father. Her older sister and brother had long since gone away and begun lives in distant cities. Forced to confront the rearing of a teenaged daughter again, her father did a mediocre job. Elaine, desperate for some real human contact, began a sexual relationship with the only boy in school who came close to breaking through her defenses. When that ended, she was quickly on to the next, and the next, until just before high school ended, she became pregnant with Phillip. She confronted the most likely candidate among her lovers and he agreed to marry her. With financial help from her father, Elaine and her new husband were able to get a start and bring Phillip into the world.

However, a threatened breech complicated the birth, and Phillip was delivered by caesarian section. Elaine was fully prepared to devote herself to her new son and lavish upon him the pent-up love that no one, including her trapped young husband, had ever wanted. But her attempts at breastfeeding, like the childbirth itself, were problematic. Her small breasts swelled but produced very little milk. It was important to her that her son receive the immunities and other benefits of breast milk, and so Elaine and her husband, Andy, found a red-headed young girl to serve as wet nurse.

From the first, Elaine was conflicted about the whole childbearing business. Her joy at being pregnant, then getting a husband and moving to a place of their own, had been deflated by her inability to deliver normally and breastfeed her child, as well as by the tenuous relationship with Andy. Meanwhile, Andy showed signs of restlessness and in a fit of anger accused Elaine of trapping him into marriage. Phillip was barely out of diapers when Andy left. Once again, her father helped out financially, but she was emotionally alone. Elaine began to pull back from the world more, even as she entered the workforce. Her sexual activity was entirely solo, and she developed an extensive repertoire of masturbatory methods and erotic daydreams. Inadvertently, she was continuing the cycle of emotional neglect that she had grown up with, and somewhere inside, she knew it. Phillip was still a young child, but already she felt incomplete as a mother.

The dullness of Elaine’s temperament rubbed off on her son. By puberty, he was settled in to her ways. The best way he knew to relate to her was by emulating her stoic nature, though he was feeling strong emotions, as was she. They began to secretly long for each other. Her longing was more for the completeness and closeness she had missed as a child and young mother, tinged with lust. His was for sex.

Even though she seemed superficially distant from him, he knew that they were two of a kind. She understood even better than he, with her years of experience, that his serious cover could be hiding a boiling pot of sexual energy, as her facade did. Elaine often reflected on her own wild sexual experimentation, even though her only outlet in many years had been her frequent masturbation illegal bahis sessions, securely locked away in her bed or bath. She remembered how exciting those days were, and how unfulfilled they made her feel ultimately. She wanted to spare her son those unhappy feelings, and give him something real and lasting. Most of all, she wanted to give herself to him, in some unselfish but unspecified way.

Phillip wanted to give a very specific part of himself to her, and this fueled his daily self-gratification. Why he was so attracted to her was a mystery that he never pondered, but he knew her physical attributes better than anyone else. Elaine hid her body from the world, like she hid her feelings. But in the safety of her home, she was much more open. After all, she needed some place to let down her guard. Over the years of Phil’s tender youth, she had not been averse to appearing before him in bra and panties or some sheer negligee. As he entered puberty, she saw very little reason to increase her coverage, and Phillip learned early to play it cool and enjoy the view, without tipping her off to the fact that he was enjoying it. Phil’s physical attributes did not go unnoticed by his mother, either, and he followed her lead in casual attire. Sometimes his face wandered in to her sexual reverie, and she didn’t attempt to suppress it.

The day the scales tipped and the tidal wave of change hit them began as many others, with Elaine off to work and Phillip off to school. By the middle of Elaine’s day, she was dragging. She was nearing her 35th birthday. She realized that when that day arrived, she would be chronologically closer to 40 than to 30, and no closer to emotional completeness than she had been when Phillip had been born 18 years before. She would have to do something about that some day. Some day soon. With a little more weight on her shoulders than usual, she drove home early, knowing that her son would not be home yet. Since it was looking like rain, and the car had just been washed, she put it in the garage. Then she went to the bathroom, closed the door, drew a bath and began to relax.

Phillip’s day had been more interesting. For some unexplained reason, fortune had smiled upon him, in the person of Donna Locke, known around the boy’s locker room as Big Red, for obvious reasons. Donna, a girl with a school-wide reputation for fun-loving sexual experimentation, had taken a shine to our boy Phil and invited herself over to his house, which was after all only a couple of blocks from her own. In a very matter-of-fact way, Donna had proposed that Phil fuck her that afternoon, and Phil had immediately warmed to the idea. It would be his first time, although there had been a few previous encounters of a sexual nature, and he was looking forward to it. Donna had been around, so who better to hop into bed with? (Well, Mom would have been better, but Mom was unavailable.) Before school ended that afternoon, Phillip wisely found a quiet stall in the boy’s bathroom and relieved himself sexually in preparation for the overwhelming excitement he expected to feel when he first touched that big red pussy of Donna’s.

In a time-honored sneaking-Sally-through-the-alley move, Phil ushered Big Red in the back gate and through the sliding glass door, down the hall, and into his room. The room next to the bathroom. Knowing that his mother would not be home for at least 2 hours, and in a bit of a rush, Phillip left the door open. In the room next door, Elaine heard voices and might have called out to her son, had she not been three-quarters of the way to an orgasm, with the bath wand making the water between her splayed legs boil. Before she hit her peak, a strange fact intruded on her play. One of the voices she heard was female. And it was sighing loudly.

Instantly, Elaine was energized. There was not much doubt about what was happening in the other room. She quietly turned off the faucet and got out of the tub, wrapped herself in a large white towel, silently opened the bathroom door, and peered into her son’s room. What she saw shocked her in a multitude of ways. Phillip was sitting on the bed, his shirt and shoes off, his mouth around one of a pair of large areolas, resting atop 2 large pink breasts. His right hand was rummaging around under Donna’s short, tight skirt. Big Red was stroking Phillip’s jean-covered crotch, her eyes closed, her head back, and her lips smiling.

On one level, Elaine was gratified to know that her son was normal and had the gumption to go out and get himself some satisfaction. But on another level, she felt jealousy and the loss of her chance to repair the bond that had never quite existed with Phillip. More than anything, as she stared at the pair on the bed, she felt irrational rage that her son was again suckling from a redheaded stranger. Just as they had when he was born, her feelings of inadequacy as a mother surfaced, like a submarine breaching the waves.

In her rage, Elaine illegal bahis siteleri screamed, loudly. She reacted as an animal mother might if her young one were being threatened. She charged the bed, grabbing fistfuls of flaming red hair framing a freckled face. Phillip screamed. Big Red screamed loudest and managed to sink her teeth into Elaine’s forearm, which caused her to let go. In a flash, Red grabbed her bra and T-shirt and fled, her big pink breasts sloshing from side to side, leaving Elaine and Phillip breathing hard and wide-eyed. Elaine’s rage immediately degenerated into tears and her shoulders slumped, and she ran down the hall to her own room, murmuring, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”. Phil sat down heavily on the bed and stared blankly at the closet door, the throbbing in his jeans intense. Apparently, despite his erection, he still had some blood supply to his other head, and he began to think.

In that moment, Phil could see the future as it could be. If he reacted angrily or not at all, this incident would always be a barrier between them. But having looked into her eyes moments before, Phil understood what she had felt, and he knew that her need, though different in some ways from his own, was strong, and that he had the best chance of anyone to satisfy that need. And in the process, he might satisfy his own needs. The answer was a soft reaction, an immediate reaction.

Phillip, trusting his instincts, deliberately left his shirt and shoes off and walked down the hall, where he found his distraught mother sobbing, face down, on her bed, the towel covering her to mid-thigh. Knowing exactly what to do, for the first time in his life, Phil lay down on the edge of the bed next to his mother, put his arm across her back, and just held her. She groaned and sobbed again, still murmuring, “Oh, Phillip, I’m so sorry!” And he answered, “It’s alright, Mom, I understand.”

“But you don’t understand. You couldn’t. It’s because I’ve been such a terrible mother to you.”

“You haven’t been terrible. I love you, Mom.”

Elaine rolled to her right enough to get her right arm around and both arms around her son, whom she hugged close.

“I was never able to breast feed you. I had to leave that to a stranger. Another woman helped you when you needed food. Now you have new needs, and… and… another woman is…”

“…taking your place?” He finished her sentence the way she would have, had she the courage. She sobbed again into his shoulder.

“Momma, anytime you’d like to ‘breastfeed’ me, that would be fine with me.” Maybe he meant that half-jokingly, but he hoped she would take the bait. She didn’t laugh.

After awhile she spoke again. “Phillip, I want us to be close. Closer than we’ve ever been. And I want us to stay close, always.” She had pulled back from him slowly now and searched his eyes intently, trying to gauge his feelings.

In a natural move, Phil reached out to the back of her head and pulled her close again, tenderly kissing her tear-stained eyes, her forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips. As they gently kissed, both of them felt a bond growing. Phil also felt something else growing, and soon Elaine, too, felt his erection against her right thigh. Tongues touched as lips parted. They pressed close together, legs beginning to intertwine.

Too choked up to speak, Elaine pulled back a bit and loosened the towel where it tucked in over itself on her left breast, pulled the towel back, and guided Phil’s head to her right nipple as she lay on her back. For long minutes, her son’s tongue and hands tantalized her small mounds, and Elaine sighed with the pleasure she had never felt before. Phil was sighing inside, too. She was feeling the pleasure that had been denied her all these years, while Phil’s dreams were coming true. But this was not all that Elaine could do for her son. And she longed for a complete bonding.

She sat up in the bed, the towel still covering her upper thighs and mons, but little else. Her knees hung over the edge.

“Phil,” she said, her throat tight, “eighteen years ago, you came out of me here, through this incision.” She traced the small scar below her navel with her index finger. “That was not right. I was robbed of the experience all mothers have of bringing a child into the world through my most private part. This part.” And in a deliberate move, she brushed aside the corner of the towel, revealing all. Phil gulped.

“I want us to share the experience we both missed. I want you in my most private part, as you should have been. I want you in here.” With that, Elaine slid fully onto the bed, removing the towel, spreading and raising her firm thighs, inviting her son’s wide-eyed gaze into her depths.

Phillip’s heart beat hard in his chest, and he was paralyzed. It was left to Elaine to instruct him.

“Take off your clothes, honey.”

Should he think about this request? Would you? He rose and removed his jeans and undies canlı bahis siteleri by sliding them over his slim hips, not bothering with the snap and zipper. He was entirely ready to proceed, as evidenced by the rampant phallus staring them both in the face.

“Come into me, now.”

Were it not for the session he’d had in preparation for his planned coupling with Big Red, Phil would have ejaculated immediately. For this, Phil would later be eternally grateful to Donna. But he wasn’t thinking about that now, as he moved back onto the bed and over his willing mother. Elaine was prepared for him. The finely honed sexual instincts of a woman in her prime had provided ample lubrication. He entered her easily, savoring the moment that would change both their lives.

Truth be told, Elaine was as tight as Donna would have been, despite their age difference. After all, the largest thing to ever enter her vagina, from either end, was the rather thick vibratory appliance she kept in her bedside table. And Phil’s appliance was certainly respectable in size, and much nicer than her electric toy.

Despite having masturbated within the last couple of hours, Phil knew that he was not going to last long this first time. It was okay, though, as they both seemed to be at the very edge of orgasm. Elaine had gone through a chaotic mixture of emotions in the past half hour, from sadness to relaxation, arousal, shock, anger, grief, desire, and back to arousal. What she hadn’t experienced was release, but she was very close. As he moved in her, her thought decreased. She reached a level of consciousness previously unknown to her. A level of complete experience, devoid of thought. Her whole life had been waiting for that moment of transcendence, and after that, her world would never be the same.

Maybe the act was not quite as spiritual an experience for Phil, but the intensity was the same. “I’m in MOM!” was all he could think, and when his seed spurted into her depths, the elation he felt continued right past his orgasm. He never did actually stop after he came, but he slowed and began kissing his mother gently on the lips. With her reciprocating tongue probing his mouth, Phil began to feel his erection reviving, it having only slightly diminished.

This time, there was some room for words and loving exploration. Each of them professed their love and gently caressed the other, his hands exploring her small breasts, sides, buttocks, thighs. She cupped his chest with her hands, trailed fingernails down his back, and squeezed his buttocks. Taking the lead again, Elaine rolled her son onto his back, their loins not separating. Like riding a bicycle, her sexual expertise came back to her as she rode Phil to a second climax. This one was more joyous, if not as overwhelming as the first. She threw her head back and cried out in happiness, throwing her hips forward and dragging her clitoris and mons back over the top of his penis.

For his part, Phillip was amazed by the sight of his mother, utterly happy, dancing on his lap, impaling herself on him. He was able to think again, after the release he’d attained. His mind was on his mother, sex, the future. He’d found what he wanted. He was sure she felt that way, too. Over the course of half an hour, their lives had changed forever, and he was content. It was good, and it would soon get even better.

As Elaine came down from her second high, with Phillip still hard inside her, she began to think about his needs again. There was now no barrier separating them. They were a single person. So, there was no need to ask or explain anything to him as she slipped off his penis, pushed her body toward the foot of the bed, and received his penis into her mouth. The new sensation caused Phil to close his eyes, move his hips upward, and reach once more for her head. When he opened his eyes to the new sight of his mother, gazing up at him from his crotch, his firm flesh moving slowly in and out of her mouth while her fist squeezed and pumped, the completeness of their union was also apparent to him.

Elaine was good at this, despite it being a long time since she’d done it. She had imagined taking a lover into her mouth many times, and often his face had been quite like Phil’s. As their eye’s locked, mother and son secured their bond forever. Nothing after this moment could break their union or overcome the power of the secret they now shared. Elaine effectively worked her son until, in a rush of new sensation, he came in her mouth. The moment was sweet for both of them, and she lovingly cleaned away their fluids with her tongue and then moved back into his arms.

For a while, they were beyond words. After a bit, Elaine reached for the phone on her bedside table. Phil was mildly inquisitive, but soon understood.

“I’m calling to say that I won’t be in tomorrow. I have a family situation to deal with. Bye.”

“First thing in the morning, I’ll call in sick for you”, she said. “We’re going to be busy.”

And they were busy. For days, it was like a honeymoon. Each of them reveled in the exploration of the other’s body and finding new ways to give and receive pleasure. They did it all. There were no barriers.

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“Oh Gerrreee! You are such a grubby little beast! Why don’t you get a life!”

I was undressing, getting ready to go to bed and was standing on one leg taking my pants off when my sister Tracy yelled at me from the study we shared. I hopped clumsily around the room for a few seconds pulling my pants back up again and opened the door to my room. “Why, what’s up?” I asked, peering at her myopically. My glasses were still on my bedside table where I placed them when taking my shirt and T-shirt off.

My big sister Tracy, older than me by three years, was sitting at our computer, the one Dad had bought us to do our school/college assignments on. “Oh! Go get your glasses! And then come back here!”

Seeing things a lot more clearly, I rejoined Tracy at the computer, standing behind her where she sat on the office chair with my arms crossed over my bony chest. I had a good idea what her problem was, but decided that I was going to play dumb.

“Ok, what’s wrong? Have I wiped one of your files?”

“That’s the point! You haven’t wiped any files! You’ve been surfing those dirty sex sites again haven’t you? Just look at this!” She brought up a picture of a busty, dark-haired young woman who was on her hands and knees sucking a guy’s huge dick while another one was fucking her from the rear. “And this one!” This time it was a blond with three guys masturbating and spraying their cum all over her face. “And this one here!” The alleged teenager in ‘this one here’ was being held almost upside down with just her shoulders resting on the bed, by a guy who had his cock buried deep in her ass.

Tracy opened a picture of a woman squatting over a man’s face and pissing into his open mouth. “These pictures are absolutely gross! If Dad sees them you’ll get a hell of a hiding!”

“Well, he shouldn’t be poking around in our computer!”

“And seeing as it’s OUR computer, why do you leave these pictures on it for me to find? Why do you have to surf the Web looking for this stuff?”

The answer to that one was easy. When they handed out the good looks, Tracy got the whole shebang! She was drop dead gorgeous whereas I was a walking disaster area – a scrawny, ill-coordinated little runt with bad eyes, crooked teeth and hair that seemed to stick up in random tufts no matter how short it was or how often I tried to slick it down. The only strike I didn’t have against me was zits!

Plus, I was at an age when my hormones were boiling inside me like the primeval soup that all life came from. My body was saying to me “Gerry! Go procreate! Spread your genes far and wide! Perpetuate your blood line!” But girls would just pat me on the head, yes I am that small, and move on to rub their nubile bodies up against the handsome, muscle-bound jocks that towered above me like skyscrapers. I’ve overheard girls say the words so often that I almost say it for them: ‘Gerry’s such a sweet little guy. Too bad he’s so small, and so ugly!’ They even say it in my erotic dreams!

Then there’s my name…Gerald! Why the fuck couldn’t my parents call me something more virile like Gary, or Grant or even Glenn? But Gerald, for Chrissakes!

‘Why do you have to surf the Web looking for this stuff?’ she asks!

“Aw, Trace…”

“No! You don’t have to tell me! I can smell what you’ve been up to when I come into the study sometimes!”

Aha! I thought. My to-the-rest-of-the-world prim and proper big sister recognises the scent of sperm when she smells it!

“And these stories! What planet do some of these people come from? Look at this…!”

Tracy opened a file. I recognised the story immediately. It was very bad.

“The guy’s never heard of quotation marks or punctuation – it has to be a guy who wrote this crap – and within four paragraphs his hero’s got his hand inside his sister’s panties and found out that she’s ‘shaved all her public’ from her pussy! I ask you, Gerry, who gets off on this garbage? Not you surely?”

“I sometimes wonder if some people write that badly as a joke. But, Trace, some of the stories are very imaginative and extremely well written.”

“What, like this one here?” She clicked on another file. Tracy had obviously done quite a bit of reading despite her scornful attitude! “This one where a virgin is gang-banged repeatedly and violently in her mouth, her pussy and in her ass by three Dobermans in the woods for several hours, walks home and has a shower and her mother doesn’t notice anything? Whoever wrote this shit even has the dogs sticking their tongues down her throat for God’s sake!

“And, why do we always get the girl’s body measurements in these stories? How many guys can tell how big a woman’s tits are? How big are mine?”

Tracy straightened her spine and stuck her chest out. Her breasts were beautifully taut and rounded and I had to clutch my hands under my armpits to stop myself making a grab for them.

“Er…ummm…36…ummm…D?”

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“It’s more of a release of tiny amounts of honey-like fluid. And only a very few women ever experience it…”

I was tempted to ask Tracy if she ever had, then buttoned my lip. “Well this one’s not too bad…” I leaned over and clicked on another title, “It’s about a brother and sister a bit like us, well not quite, she’s beautiful, like you, but he’s built like Michelangelo’s David…”

“Why, thank you Gerry!” Tracy took hold of my hand and squeezed my fingers affectionately.

“What?”

“You said that I’m beautiful.”

I blushed with confusion, “Oh, I must have the wrong glasses on!”

She laughed, but she kept hold of my hand for a few moments longer and squeezed my fingers again, “Go on, what’s this story about?”

“They have their own computer, just like us, and they start to write an incest story together to put on this site called Literotica. Only they don’t get to finish it…”

“Let me read it… Now here! This is the kind of thing I mean! Here is “Rob” in his jogging shorts. Next minute he’s looking at dirty pictures with his sister and his cock is trying to bore a hole through his jeans. Now down here, he’s back in his jogging shorts again. That sort of inconsistency really pisses me off, even if the story is basically a good one! At least YNOT doesn’t have the sister shooting into her brother’s mouth – she only drizzles. But even that’s out of sequence! I ‘drizzle’ when I’m getting aroused, not when…”

Tracy went bright red and covered her mouth with her hand when she realised what she’d just said. I kind of shuffled my feet and tried desperately to think of something to say to let her off the hook of her embarrassment. Besides, I was trying to cope with the erection that started growing rapidly in my pants from looking at her jutting breasts out and the way she held my hand.

“Anyway, even though this story starts off very well by drawing you into a tensely erotic scenario, it all falls over about half way through when the sister, Julie, starts typing over and over again, ‘I want to fuck my brother. I want to fuck my brother.’ Seems to me the author totally ran out of ideas!” Tracy was gabbling, and still very rosy-cheeked, but she was making sense. I hadn’t looked at the story that way myself.

“So how would you have done it then?”

“A lot differently. Come on, I’ll show you!”

“You mean… we’ll write a tandem story…you and I?”

“Why not? And if we both agree that it’s good enough, we’ll send it in to Literotica!”

“Well, we can’t use the story that Julie and Rob were writing, that’d be plagiarism.”

“Of course not! I wouldn’t want to anyway. It has to come out of our heads. C’mon, you start first like “Rob” did and we’ll differentiate the boy and girl parts by using italics.”

Tracy moved out of the chair and I took her place. Boy, the seat was nice and warm!

“Starting off is the difficult bit.” She patted me on the head, but somehow it didn’t feel as patronising as it did when the girls at school did it. “I’ll leave you alone for a few minutes while I go and have a shower.”

I didn’t have to wait long before inspiration came and I started typing furiously.

“Ok, what have you got?” I rather hoped that Tracy would have ‘changed into something more comfortable’ as they say, but she was still wearing the same jeans and sweatshirt. But was barefoot.

“Couple more minutes, then you can take over.”

“Ok.” She curled up in the spare chair with a magazine.

‘Sleep just wouldn’t come. I normally went out like a light when I got back from the gym, but tonight I was too hyped up. It was her fault, that sexy aerobics instructor with the breasts like watermelons. She’d waylaid me in the passageway outside the men’s locker room and ground her gigantic mammary pillows into my chest and told me how much she’d like me to suck her nipples and shove my big hot cock into her steaming pussy. She’d been making those kinds of suggestions for weeks now, but I was scared to take her up on her offer. Even though I was 6ft 3in and weighed-in at well-muscled 210, I was still only seventeen. Her husband, who also worked at the gym, was an ultra-fit 260lbs gorilla who could tear me into tiny pieces with his bare hands! But, she’d got to me more than usual tonight and, as a consequence, I was as horny as hell.

Just then I heard the car pull up. My sister Terri was home and being dropped off by her latest beau from the bar she worked at in the evenings to earn money for college. I hadn’t seen this one, but Mom and Dad had told me his name was Brad. So, just out of morbid interest, I pushed my blind to one side slightly to get a look at him. Brad was Terri’s usual type, illegal bahis siteleri tall, blond, well built – the kind of guy who looked more at home playing beach volleyball than working at a real job.

They were walking up the pathway past the garage. The security light had snapped on so I had a good view. All of a sudden, Brad spun Terri round and pinned her with her back to the block wall of the garage and started kissing her. Terri resisted a little at first, but not very much, then she started kissing him back. Before I knew it, Brad had her beautiful tits out of her shirt and bra and was licking her nipples while she lifted them to him. Meanwhile, he was lifting her skirt up above her waist. Not only did Terri have great tits, she also had lovely long legs, which Brad opened by pushing her feet apart with one of his. Terri started to shake her head and say something, but Brad took no notice. With one swift movement he got his long fat dick out of his pants and, pushing her white lace panties to one side, thrust it hard into her pussy. He ground her back against the wall, humping her like crazy for about five minutes, then he suddenly went rigid, almost lifting her right off the ground by his cock. He was obviously pumping his hot jism deep into her cunt.

Wow! This was awesome! And, quite unconsciously, I had pulled my cock out of my boxers and was stroking it as I watched my sister and her man at play. But, just as quickly as it started it was over. Brad pulled his shiny cock out of my sister’s pussy, put it back into his pants, gave her a brief kiss and then walked off to his car. He didn’t even see her right to the front door! Terri leaned against the garage wall for five minutes or so holding a wad of Kleenex to her crotch, catching his cum as it dripped out of her I supposed, then she took a deep breath, straightened her clothes and let herself into the house. I heard her go straight to the bathroom that she and I shared, which was the next room to mine, and take a long piss. Then she cleaned her teeth and went to her room.’

“Oh, Gerry! Did you really have to make your leading character a muscle-bound hunk?”

“They all are in these stories! Nobody wants to read about a Mr Puniverse like me!”

“You could have made him a “normal” guy…Jesus! Did you watch that?”

I nodded, feeling more than a little guilty. The Terri and Brad part was almost true life – just substitute the names Tracy and Matt, only Tracy doesn’t need to work in a bar.

“Oh well, no matter. Now you give me ten minutes by myself! But hey…it’s a good start!”

‘I felt awful; totally used. And I thought that Brad had feelings for me. As it was, he just took his pleasure and then left. He didn’t even try to make me cum. I felt like a whore. I got into my nightdress and threw myself down on top of the counterpane feeling as miserable as hell. That’s it! I thought, staring up at the ceiling in the darkness. No more guys! They can all go fuck themselves, ‘cos nobody’s going to get into my pants for a long, long time!

I lay awake for what seemed like ages. God! I’ve got to talk to somebody. I thought, I wonder if Glenn would mind me waking him up. He can be a bit of a precious prick at times, spending all his time at the gym moulding his body, but he’s a decent guy at heart, for a brother. I wonder if he’s gay? A lot of those body beautiful guys are and I’ve never seen him with a girl. I got up and wandered down to Glenn’s room. His door was slightly open and it looked as though he had a dim light on. Great! He was awake.

I was just about to push Glenn’s door open wide and walk in when I heard a fast, regular, squishy, kind of noise. My God! I wondered, has he got a girl in there? Or, maybe, it’s another guy? I decided to take a secret peek, so instead of rushing in I just peered around the edge of the door. Glenn was having sex all right, but not with a girl or a guy. He was making love to his hand. And his prick was enormous! It was at least ten inches long and three inches around. And it was gleaming, as though he had covered it with baby oil so that his hand slid up and down its massive length smoothly.

I couldn’t help myself. All my resolutions that guys were horrible and not worth bothering with went flying out of the window. My pussy got all hot and wet and before I knew it I had my hand up under the hem of my nightie and was rubbing my juicy slit furiously in time with Glenn’s strokes on his shaft. Then the bastard let me down, just like Brad had done earlier. Before I could really get going, Glenn gasped and went rigid. And then great gobs of his sticky white cum started shooting out of the huge mushroom head of his cock, splashing all over his belly and his hand and running down over his balls.

With a barely suppressed little wail I ran back to my room and threw myself onto my mattress with my nightie up above my breasts, pulling and twisting my nipples with the fingers of one hand while I flayed at my burning clit with the other. My orgasm, when it hit me, started canlı bahis siteleri at my toes and nearly blew the top of my head off and I had to bite my lower lip hard for almost a minute to stop myself from yelling the house down. All the night’s frustrations and disappointments were blasted away in a mighty clamour of clanging contractions and then I dropped off into a golden, dreamless slumber with my fingers still jammed firmly up in my sopping pussy.’

“I like the alliteration ‘clamour of clanging contractions’, Nice touch!” I looked at Tracy after I finished reading her contribution. “Are girls’ orgasms really that intense?”

“They can be, it depends on where you are in your cycle. By about eight days after my period ends, and again the day before the next one starts, I’m really climbing the walls. Come on, your turn!”

“So where are you at now?”

“Never you mind you grubby beast! Get on with it!”

She stayed standing by my side, watching as I started to type. But, she wasn’t looking at the screen. I could tell her eyes were fixed on the bulge in my pants. Huh! You’re out of luck, Sis! I thought morosely. At just over seven inches, it seems like I’m too small down there as well!

‘I wiped up the sticky mess caused by my cum flying everywhere and dropped off to sleep almost immediately. But I was awake again within half an hour desperately needing to empty my bladder. When I came out of the bathroom I noticed that Terri’s bedroom door was slightly ajar. This was pretty unusual for her; her room was usually shut up tight whenever she was in bed, so I decided to see if she was Ok. Just as I got to her door I heard her snoring quietly. Good, she was asleep so she must be all right. But, just as I decided to head straight back to my room I changed my mind again and decided to look in on her to make sure.

I’ve always loved my sister, for as long as I can remember. When I was a kid she was really neat with me, her tiny ugly brother, looking after me and making excuses for me whenever I got into a scrape, which was often. I fell in lust with her on the day I desperately needed to take a leak and went rushing into the bathroom she and I shared, pants undone and cock in hand – the door wasn’t locked so I expected the room to be empty. Only Terri was in there, she was thirteen. Stark naked and sitting on the john. She was probably having a pee before she got in the shower. Terri screamed at me to put my dick away and get out of there, but I took no notice. Rooted to the spot, totally enchanted, all I could do was stare at the peach fuzz between her legs and her budding cones with their soft pink pointy nipples. Terri eventually had to stand up – her little boobs jiggled wonderfully – and push me out of the door or I’d have stood there forever!

“You never caught me out like that when I was thirteen!” Tracy pinched my shoulder muscle by my neck.

“No, you were fourteen and you were taking a shower. You’ve never known until now that I opened the bathroom door and saw you through the glass shower door. The effect on me was pretty much the same though!”

“You mean you ‘fell in lust’ with me when you were eleven?”

“Stupid question. Look at me and look at you! Now leave me be, I’ve got to finish this part!”

“Oh, Gerry, I wish you’d said…”

‘The picture of Terri’s lovely naked form stayed etched in my mind for weeks afterwards and I found myself slipping into sexual daydreams about her, especially during the really boring classes at school. Then puberty caught up with me, along with the wet dreams in which Terri featured prominently. Then, of course, came jerking-off. Most often in my fantasies it was Terri’s soft hand that was caressing my prick and her lovely mouth or the smooth valley between her breasts or her pussy that was catching my hot load when it shot out of my knob. I went out with girls as I got older, but none of them was a patch on my sister Terri and I eventually stopped bothering with them. They seemed so dull and empty by comparison, even though one or two were as good looking and as well stacked as Terri was.

In the here and now, my gorgeous sister lay flat on her back, fast asleep, with her nightie up around her neck. Her room was dark, but I could still see her quite clearly – her beautiful full breasts with their large, dark-pink nipples, her slender waist, the womanly flare of her hips, her flat belly. And then there was her dark, curly bush and her long slender legs. Terri had her hand covering her pussy, so I couldn’t see any detail there, yet her fingers looked kind of shiny. Had my lovely sister been masturbating? Yes! There was a faint whiff of pussy-smell in the air!

My cock started to surge erect again and I got that heavy ache of desire back in my balls. I couldn’t help it. I started stroking my hardening length as I stared at my sister’s sexy naked form, wishing I could climb in between her soft thighs and slide my hot dick into her juicy pussy. Then Terri muttered something incoherently and rolled over onto her side facing away from me, giving me a view of her splendidly curved butt. I stared at her for a minute or so more than decided it was time to head back to my room before she woke up and saw me there. Back to my room and the baby oil!’

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