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Incestuous Harem 11

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Zoey Elliston

My girlfriend, Stefani, held me from behind, her round breasts pressed into my back as I shuddered. The words choked out of my mouth, admitting that I had masturbated this morning to my little brother. The Squirt. I couldn’t be attracted to him. I was gay.

Right?

I mean, yes, I once wanted to sleep with my dad, but what girl didn’t have a crush on the strong, hunky man who raised her? At eighteen, I had tried to seduce him, and it had backfired. He rejected me, gently, and I fled to my best friend Stefani to cry.

And she showed me who I truly was. She seduced me, made love to me, took my cherry with her fingers. We made such sweet passion. For two years, we had been lovers. Everyone thought we were just close friends. So I couldn’t like Clint. He was just my little brother. That annoying boy who swaggered around thinking he was a man. Just because our cousin, Melody, had no taste in men and let Clint stick his small dick in her didn’t mean I should.

“You masturbated to Clint?” Stefani said, and I could hear the amusement in her voice. “And that has you freaked out?”

“Yes, Dandi,” I said, shivering. Dandi, short for Dandelion, was my private nickname for her. Since kids, we had called each other Dandi and Yunie. It was why I had a unicorn tattooed on my pubic mound and Stefani a bright dandelion. “He’s my little brother. How can I find Squirt attractive? He’s so annoying.”

“He’s cute,” Stefani giggled. “Growing strong. Looks a lot like your dad.”

“Dandi,” I groaned. “You can’t think he’s cute.”

“Sure I can.” Her hand stroked up and cupped my breast. She nuzzled into my neck. “He’s always looking at you. Mmm, the way you dress to tease him.”

“I don’t dress to tease him,” I protested. “I just like tight clothing.”

“With that sexy cameltoe. Yum. He wants you so bad.” She squeezed my large tit. They were almost as big as Mom’s. Maybe even the same size. “He wants to cup these big tits and lick that delicious cameltoe.”

I squirmed. “What are you saying?”

“That you dress like you’re still trying to get your dad to seduce you. You never gave up on it.”

“I did. I’m a lesbian now.” I rolled over, my large tits pressing into hers, her nipples rings nudging my hard nubs. I stared into her green eyes. “I dress this way for you.”

Stefani giggled. “Oh, Zoey, you first dressed like this for your dad. And you still do it. It’s been six months since he passed. I think you dress this way for Clint.”

“The Squirt?”

“Yeah.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re not gay, Zoey. You’re bi. Like me. Why do you think we work at a strip club?”

“For the money,” I blinked. “Because dumb men are stupid enough to shower us with money just hoping we might break the rules and fuck them.”

“Because we like their attention. Oh, Yunie, don’t you see that? We’re exhibitionist. We get off on shaking our tight asses and tits for them. Yeah, we don’t want to fuck those men, but we like them staring at us, lusting at us. You are so hot afterward. How late did you keep me up last night? The back seat of your car is cramped.”

I blushed. “But… I love you.”

“And I love my sweet unicorn.” Her nose nuzzled mine then her lips kissed me, a quick peck. “But doesn’t mean I don’t think about boys. That I wouldn’t love to finally fuck one. The right one.”

“And who would that be?” My stomach squirmed. I didn’t like this conversation at all. “Because I don’t want to fuck any boy. Just you.”

“And Clint.” She arched an eyebrow. “Mmm, he is cute. He’s not your dad, but he’s getting their. Give him a few more years and, damn, what a man he will make. I bet he would take me so hard. Oh, I am getting so wet just thinking about it.”

“You’re crazy,” I gasped, rolling away from her. “He’s Squirt. He’s a boy. He’s not my dad!”

I froze, shaking, my stomach twisting. He wasn’t Dad. He thought he was, but he wasn’t. Not even close. No matter what Mom or Stefani or Melody thought. It was just a fluke masturbating to him. I was all confused. I wanted Dad so badly. Tears blinked in my eyes. I shivered.

And then Stefani was hugging me, holding me. I clung to her, crying. Dad was dead. He wasn’t coming back. And Clint couldn’t replace him. He just couldn’t. He was just a boy.

A boy that made Melody scream her head off when she came. A boy that ate her pussy to orgasm and fucked her hard. A boy that had Lee cleaning, behaving. That had Mom singing his praises, saying he was the man of the house. Strong.

He was strong. Handsome, growing into a man. Maybe…

No! He was not Dad. He never would be Dad.

* * *

Clint Elliston

I held Alicia’s hand as we walked to school Monday morning. A nervous energy buzzed through me as we strolled down the street to our college. I felt like Alica’s daddy taking her to school. She was so cute in her frilly, pink dress, her light-brown hair in her pigtails, glasses perched delicately on her nose, her shoes Mary Janes with ankle socks with a cuff of ruffled lace. Melody, Kıbrıs Escort strolling on my other side, wearing her classic jeans and a t-shirt that seemed two sizes too small, hugging her tight to show off her body. She was a tomboy. And outside of our houses, no one could know she was more than my cousin.

They couldn’t know she was my half-sister and that I was fucking her. And they definitely couldn’t know that I was fucking Alicia.

Lee walked behind us, or sometimes in front, bursting with so much energy as she darted back and forth. I could tell she was excited for her task today. I only wished I could be there to see it in person, but Alicia would record it for the entire family to watch later.

Zoey drove herself to school. She had left early. I saw her heading out, wearing her tightest clothing, her ass looking like a million bucks in her jeans, a cameltoe begging to be devoured, her tits bouncing in her halter top. She took one look at me, doe eyes widening. Then she bolted.

She was definitely coming around. I had to be patient with her. She was too strong-willed to be captured as easily as the other women of the family.

“PE is going to be so much fun,” chortled Lee. “Right, Alicia?”

“Oh, yes.” She squeezed my hand. “I can’t wait. Your phone better have a full charge to capture it, cunt.” Alicia was enjoying her ability to insult and degrade Lee.

“It does,” Lee nodded, loving being insulted. She got off on degradation. She whipped her cell phone out of her pocket. “It’s even off. I hope you can use it.”

“Just because I don’t own a smart phone doesn’t me I don’t know how to use one.” Alicia glanced up at me, her face so cute. “Don’t worry, big brother, I’ll immortalize her task.”

“Yes,” Lee groaned.

Melody bumped her shoulder against me. We had several ways of showing our affection in public. Shoulder bumps, smiles, her punching me in the arm, her licking her lips–I can’t do that one sexily. We had been kissing cousins for a while before Friday night when everything had changed.

“School is going to suck,” Melody groaned. “I just want to be your girl and let everyone know it.” She glanced at me. “Just say it. Tell me to take off my top in the middle of school. I’m not wearing a bra. Let everyone see you command me.”

I wanted to, but there would be consequences. Lee might be in a lot of trouble for what I commanded her to do. I didn’t want Melody to get in any. But I knew she wanted it. I glanced around, cars streaming by on their morning commute.

“Let me see those tits right now,” I told her.

Melody didn’t hesitate. She pulled up her blouse, her round tits spilling out, her nipples hardening into two dusky points. She shivered, holding them up for me, letting me drink them in. I squeezed Alicia’s hand as I watched. Passing cars honked, getting an eyeful of barely legal tits.

Melody’s hips shook. Her sandy-blonde hair, braided, swayed about her back. I had a perfect, side-profile view of her round breasts, so firm and perky, her nipples hard. She could have turned to face me, but then her back would be to the street and no one could see those delicious tits.

“Do you think all the men are jealous that they can’t touch these tits, Princess?” I asked, my dick hardening.

“Oh, yes, big brother,” nodded Alicia. “Big sister has such beautiful tits.”

“Top notch,” nodded Lee. “Wish mine were as big.”

“Thanks,” Melody moaned, thighs rubbing together.

“And how wet are your panties?” I asked.

“So wet.”

“Show them.”

Melody let out an almost orgasmic groan. Her fingers shot to the fastener of her jeans. Her shirt bunched around the tops of her tits. She pushed her jeans down off her hips. They fell to her knees. She turned, showing off the blue panties she wore today, a narrow cut with a thin waistband, almost a thong. I could see her shaved pussy lips molding to the fabric and the dark stains spreading.

“Those look wet,” I agreed. “Panties down, too. Let’s see you glisten in the morning sunlight.”

“Oh, god,” she moaned, rolling her panties off her thighs. A line of juices connected her pussy and panties for a moment, a glistening, gossamer thread.

I groaned when it snapped.

She had a tight, flushed pussy. Juices gleamed. A trickle worked down her thigh. I breathed in her sweet musk. Cars honked more and more, staring at her exposed ass. They were all so envious, lusting after this sweet nineteen-year-old hottie.

And she was all mine.

“Okay. Better cover up before you get arrested.”

“Yes!” she hissed, yanking down her blouse first before pulling up her panties and jeans. She snapped them close and zipped up, face flushed. “When we get to school, we have to find a place so I can blow you. You look so hard.” She bumped my shoulder.

“So hard, big brother,” Alicia nodded, licking her cute lips.

“Are you wet, Princess?”

“I’m soaked,” Lee groaned.

“Wasn’t talking to you, slut.”

Lee beamed. She bounced on her heels, bursting with Lefkoşa Escort energy.

“My cunny is all tingly now, big brother. I’m getting so hot and wet.”

I squeezed Alicia’s hand, wanting to kiss my eighteen-year-old sister right here, right now.

But we had to get to school.

I was hard the entire way, and Lee was walking in front of me, wearing a skirt that left her legs bare. They were sexy legs. And she had a sexy ass. She kept bouncing, making her small tits jiggle beneath the tight spaghetti strap halter top she wore. I was glad the warm weather was holding out so long into September to appreciate what she was showing.

Even if I had to readjust twice before we reached the school. And my first class was PE with Melody. I would have to stare at her in those tight athletic shorts and a tank top, plus the other girls in the class, particularly Pam Hiragawa.

I loved Asian girls, and the Japanese was petite like Alicia but with breasts like Melody. And that skin… Such a lovely shade.

“Damn, I’m just getting harder,” I groaned as we reached the school. “We have to find a place on the way to PE.”

Melody nodded her head. “It’ll be a torture for you. Particularly with Pam in the class.”

“Good luck, Master,” Lee said. “Do I have your permission to go to class?”

I nodded my head. Lee darted off. Then Alicia gave me a big smile. She hesitated for a moment, almost rising on her tiptoes, then she remembered herself and walked away, her backpack bouncing as she strode through the school, looking too young to be a freshman.

“There’s the unisex bathroom,” Melody said. “It has a lock.”

“And everyone will see us go in there,” I groaned. “We’re early. We just have to be creative.”

“Well…” Melody bit her lip. “Oh, why do we have to go to school. There should be a mandatory break. Doesn’t everyone know what’s happened with our family?”

“No. And they can’t ever. Incest is illegal.”

She shivered. “Doesn’t that just make it–“

“Clint,” a shy voice said from behind him. “Can I speak with you and Melody?”

I frowned and turned to find Pam Hiragawa, wearing a pleated, white skirt with red flowers and black tights covering her legs. Her hands were folded before her, color spotting the pale-olive of her cheeks, her head bowed. Submissive.

“Yeah?” I asked, my mouth watering.

“I…” She licked her lips. “I… That is, your aunt asked me to do something for you.”

“Oh, what?” I blinked. What was my slutty Aunt Vicky up to? She was Melody and Lee’s mother, and a humiliation slut like Lee. This morning, I had pissed in Aunt Vicky’s mouth while Lee drank Melody’s urine.

I loved starting the day that way.

“I…” She squirmed.

“Well?” Melody asked, a grin on her face. “What is it?”

Pam looked around, her cheeks growing even darker, her squirming even worse. “This is so embarrassing.” She took a deep breath. “She’s been coaching me for debate. And… And she thinks… This will help with my…my confidence.”

“I think you could use that,” Clint nodded.

“So…?” Pam moved even closer, only inches apart. Other students walked past us. “So, can I blow you while Melody watches?”

“Oh, I get to watch,” Melody smiled.

My dick almost erupted. I couldn’t believe this was happening. “Yes,” I groaned. “Yes, you can. We just need to find a place.”

“I know one,” she said. “Your aunt said we could use her classroom. It’ll be empty and unlocked.”

“Second floor,” Melody and I said together.

I seized Pam’s hand, gripping hard. I wasn’t letting her get away. “Come on.”

She nodded her head, still bowed. It was so sexy, so submissive.

It was hard not to run through the halls to the classroom, but my dick ached and throbbed so badly. Pam Hiragawa wanted to suck my cock. Aunt Vicky deserved a reward for this. My mom had mentioned once how she and her sister would procure Asian girls for Dad to enjoy, gifts to him to show their love and affection.

“Damn, Mom really outdid herself,” Melody groaned.

“Yes,” I panted. We reached the stairs. My dick was iron. Steel. Adamantium.

I almost dragged Pam up it in my haste, Melody keeping pace. She was clearly as excited as I was by this entire situation. Her cheeks were flushed red again. I bet her pussy grew hot, itching. We reached the second floor and walked down to Aunt Vicky’s classroom.

I tuned the doorknob. It twisted.

I pushed through the door, pulling both of them in. Melody locked it behind her. The classroom was dark, the only light spilling in beneath the door jam and through the small window set in it. The blinds were pulled down, keeping out the sun. The sounds muted.

It was so private, our own dark world to play in.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before?” Melody asked.

Pam shook her head.

“Licked a pussy?”

Pam nodded.

My cock throbbed.

“Was it my mom’s?” Melody’s voice was so husky.

Pam nodded.

“Oh, damn, Clint.” Melody shivered. “Pam, didn’t it make Girne Escort you curious why my mom would send you to blow her nephew while I watched?”

Pam squirmed.

I cupped her chin. “You answer Melody. She’s my main girl. You obey her like you obey me.”

Pam licked her lips. “It made me wet. I…I…I’m bi. I like you both. I’ve seen you kiss. It made me so wet. I wished…”

“Jesus,” I groaned. “You saw us? When.”

“Two weeks ago. During PE. You were behind the portables. You had Melody pinned against the wall, kissing her so hard. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. She’s your cousin, and it was so hot.”

“I’m his half-sister,” Melody said. “Now how does that make you feel about us kissing?”

“Oh, wow,” groaned Pam. She trembled.

“And you’re just a submissive, wet slut,” I groaned. “Your panties must be soaked right now.”

She nodded her head.

“Good. I want them soaked all day. No touching yourself. On your knees and start sucking. I want to cum in that mouth. But don’t swallow. Hold it in your mouth.” I took out my phone. “I want to capture it.”

“Yes, Clint, “Melody moaned, her jeans unsnapping.

I arched an eyebrow at her as she yanked them down, exposing those sexy, blue panties.

“May I masturbate?” she gasped, her panties coming down, her pussy exposed. She stroked her blonde landing strip. “Please, Clint. I love you so much.”

“I let you get away with too much,” I groaned. I just loved indulging her and spoiling Alicia. They were the two I loved love. I cared for the other women, loved them, but they weren’t the ones that made my heart beat faster, made me just want to hang out with them. “Masturbate.”

“Thank you.” Melody shoved her hands between her thighs and groaned.

Pam fell to her knees, and I hit record on my phone. She had such a doll’s face, her black hair, pulled into a French braid, spilled over her white blouse. Her delicate fingers trembled as she undid my jeans and pulled down my zipper. She worked my pants down my hips, exposing my blue boxers, my cock tenting the front.

“You’re so big,” she whispered. “Bigger than I imagine.”

“Then you masturbated to?” Melody asked.

Pam nodded her head, pulling down my boxers. Her eyes widened as my dick spilled out before her face, the tip smacking her nose and sending a sharp jolt of pleasure up my cock. She licked her lips, staring at it. One hand wrapped about the base, stroking my dick. She trembled, drinking in the sight.

“The first dick you’ve ever seen?” I asked.

She nodded her head. “Outside of pictures in health class.”

“And those cocks are pathetic,” groaned Melody, juicy sounds coming from between her thighs. “You’ll love his dick, Pam. Trust me.”

Pam didn’t answer. Instead, she licked at the underside of my dick, starting about the middle and heading towards the tip. She brushed the sensitive ring at the crown of my dick then across the spongy tip. I groaned. Her tongue lapped at the slit, gathering the beading precum.

She pulled her tongue in, savoring the taste, slanted eyes staring up at me as she shivered. Moaned. And then again she licked the tip of my cock. She swirled her tongue about it. Her lips brushed it. She sucked on the tip, bringing a groan from my lips.

“Yes, yes, yes,” moaned Melody. “That’s it. Suck his cock. That’s my man’s dick you’re pleasing. You better make him cum so hard. He’s dying for it.”

“I am,” I groaned, her mouth sliding up and down, sucking, bobbing, her cheeks hollowing as she worked her lips. She shifted her head, tongue swirling.

My cock was in Pam Hiragawa’s mouth. I couldn’t believe it. If I wasn’t in love with Melody, I would have asked Pam out last year when I first met her. She was so sexy, so delicious. I aimed my smart phone at her, immortalizing her first blowjob, her first act of submission. I glanced back and forth from her face and the screen, making sure she was centered.

“Damn, you are sexy sucking cock,” I groaned. “Mmm, you’re my doll-faced, Asian slut. My Japanese whore.”

She sucked harder, cheeks hollowing.

“You like that?” I asked. “Does it make you wet when I call you those names? Or just when I say that you’re mine?”

Pam moaned about my dick, her hips wiggling. The humming bliss of her voice sent a shudder down my cock to my aching balls. My free hand seized her French braid, holding it as she worked her mouth up and down his cock.

Melody moaned in the background, fingers plunging into juicy twat. I loved her eyes on me, glad she was here. Aunt Vicky was right to include her. I wished only Alicia was here, too. And Lee. And my mom. And Aunt Vicky.

And Zoey.

I wanted all my women to see this moment, to know that other women outside our family submitted to me.

“Shit,” I groaned, my body trembling, balls boiling. “Keep sucking that cock. I’m going to pump so much cum into your mouth. Melody got me so hard on the walk to school.”

“I did. So hard. You should have made me blow you on the street, Clint.” Her head tossed back. “Oh, that would have been so hot.”

Melody squealed out her orgasm, cumming hard. Her body shuddering. My balls ached. Her moans inflamed my lust. My cock throbbed in Pam’s sucking mouth. Her cheeks hollowed with her passion, with her need to taste my cum while her hand stroked my cock.

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Aunt Penny Pays a Visit Ch. 03

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****

I can’t remember how many times I hit the snooze button on my phone. The time was now 12 noon and it was definitely time for me to get out of bed.

The anticipation of my date with Aunt Penny kept me awake the night before.

“Damn, I must have only dozed off slightly after 3am.” I thought to myself, as I vaguely recalled scrolling aimlessly on my phone at around that time.

As I lay in bed I received a text from Aunt Penny:

“Morning Nick! I’m heading out to town for some shopping with a girlfriend soon. Just wanted you to know I’ll be home by 4pm and will be ready by 5.30pm hun 😘”

I felt my dick stirring. I wondered what Aunt Penny would be wearing for our date.

After a quick jerk off session, and having some leftovers for lunch, I tracked the order I placed yesterday for a six rose bouquet- It was due to arrive at around 3pm today.

I then googled a restaurant called Trattoria Ilaria to have a look at their menu- I recalled my aunt telling me loved the lasagna here on the first night she arrived.

As I didn’t have a big lunch, I decided a steak would do me good tonight. With that, I placed an order for their lasagna and sirloin steak for dinner, and a tiramisu to share for dessert. The restaurant confirmed that they would be able to make delivery by 7.30pm.

Next, I drove to the nearest mall to get two bottles of champagne, fresh olives and some wall hooks and fairy lights.

I also managed to get my hands on a canopy with a salmon coloured, translucent, lace material.

Upon rushing home, I put the champagne in the fridge, cleaned my room and placed wall hooks on each wall at my eye level.

After running the fairy lights through them, I then affixed a hook right above the centre of my queen-sized bed before hanging the canopy.

I was glad the lace was large enough to cover the headframe of the bed and its sides. It allowed for a gap at the foot of my bed.

I turned on the fairy lights and admired the set up. It looked romantic, but at the same time I wondered if my aunt would to spend the night with me. Gosh I hope she does.

The doorbell rang, “Oh yeah, the roses.” I remembered.

I hid the bouquet in my room and now just had enough time to trim my balls and take a shower before Aunt Penny came home.

As I was in my room ironing my dress shirt, I heard the main door unlocking downstairs.

Moments later, I could hear Aunt Penny coming up the stairs, the sound of shopping bags rustling against the handrails.

“Have you taken a shower darling? she yelled.

“Yeah aunty, bathroom and toilet’s all yours!” I answered.

I checked myself out in the mirror. I had worn a pair of navy blue chinos and a white dress shirt. I put some cologne on the sides of my neck and wrists.

With Aunt Penny getting dressed in her room, it was time for me head downstairs.

Bouquet of flowers in hand, I made my way to the kitchen to set up the dinner table before placing two empty flute glasses on the bar counter.

I nervously waited. My stomach already making noises.

I heard the sound of heels coming down the stairs and the scent of Aunt Penny’s signature rose, grapefruit and pear scented perfume.

I made my way to the living room to greet her, with the bouquet of flowers held against my back.

My jawdropped as I saw this goddess of a woman trotting down with her high heels.

Aunt Penny was wearing a fitted burgundy coloured halter neck mini dress with the hem inches above her knee.

Her plunging neckline exposed her entire cleavage and allowed me to feast my eyes on the inner sides of her firm D cup breasts.

The neckline stopped perhaps an inch above her belly button.

She had very light makeup on with lipstick that matched her dress.

“Hmm, like what your aunt’s wearing for our date?” she asked while giving me a twirl.

Her high heels made her stand at about 6ft, as tall as me now.

“You look gorgeous Aunt Penny!!” the words finally escaped my mouth.

“You’re not too bad yourself my dear. Lookin’ very handsome.” Her hand stroking my cheek and checking me out from head to toe.

“Here, these are for you.” I extended the bouquet to her.

“Oh my! These are beautiful Nick. It’s been ages since I got roses!!” her eyes gleaming.

Without a pause, she wrapped her arms around me and planted a kiss right on my lips, I could tell she was careful not to smudge her lipstick.

I ran my hands down her smooth, bare, back as we hugged. The smell of her freshly moisturised body mixed with the scent of her perfume now intoxicating me and making me hard.

Aunt Penny then wrapped herself around my left arm, “So what do you have planned my dear nephew?” she asked enthusiastically.

“Dinner will be served at around 8pm, but first I’ve got us some nice champagne” I winked.

“Ooooh, champagne. I’m loving this date already.” my aunt purred, giving me a cheeky look.

I lead her to the kitchen an Aunt Penny sat on the bar stool by the kitchen counter.

Taking her bouquet, I Lefkoşa Escort placed it in a vase and brought out the champagne from the fridge.

My aunt took the bottle for me and examined it. She gave me a nod of approval, “Hmm, fantastic choice.”

After popping the bottle I poured us a glass each and brought out the fresh olives to munch on.

The romantic playlist I created the night before now streaming from my phone to the speakers all around my house.

“Oh this is definitely setting the mood right Nick.” my aunt’s eyes following me as sat next to her on her left.

“Cheers to us!” I said, trying very hard to look her in the eyes as I raised my glass.

Our glasses clinked and Aunt Penny took a sip, “Ahh this hits the spot!”

“I’m glad you like it. There’s another bottle in the fridge by the way.” I said with a grin. I took some time to admire her silky mini dress and could see that her nipples were erect.

“Oh tonight’s definitely going to be a party then.” my aunt narrowed her shoulders, causing her boobs to squeeze together as she noticed me glancing at her nipples.

I just wanted to rip her dress off her and suck on her tits there and then.

We chatted for a bit, reminiscing about our younger days, “Ah those fond old memories of you… not once did I ever think I would be here years later, on a date with you.” she giggled as she took a sip of her second glass of bubbles.

“I’m the luckiest woman in the world to be wooed by a young, handsome and strapping young lad.” she continued.

“To be honest, your the hottest woman I’ve ever asked out on a date Aunt Penny, I’m punching above my weight.” I said putting my right arm around her bare shoulders and kissed her cheek.

Aunt Penny turned her head towards me and locked eyes with me, “Yeah maybe you are.” she joked.

“But honestly, I’m really having such a good time nephew. You look and smell so good too. I love you.” she whispered as her she placed her hand on my hip and let her lips meet mine.

As we kissed, I dropped my arm from her shoulder and ran my fingers down her back.

Just as I was running my fingers up to the side of her breasts, the doorbell rang.

“Fuck, it’s dinner.” I blurted.

Aunt Penny burst out in laughter, “I’ve never see anyone this disappointed by the arrival of dinner!!”

“Well, take it as a compliment then.” I said, still slightly frustrated.

“Oh my. You got Trattoria Ilaria?? And you ordered the Lasagna!! I love youuuu!!” she celebrated as she hugged me.

I set dinner on the table, and we were seated closely next to each other.

As we ate, “Nick you went all out for me didn’t you? Roses, romantic music, food from my favourite restaurant. I’m in cloud nine right now.” she giggled.

“Only the best for the loveliest aunt in the whole wide world.” I chuckled.

“Ooh this is soo good. Here try some.” my aunt licked her lips, relishing her lasagna as she fed me.

“Yeah it does! Here try some of my steak too.”I cut a small portion of steak and fed my aunt.

Soon after dinner, Aunt Penny was making her way to the fridge to pop the other bottle of champagne and we had our dessert.

“Lets head to the living room shall we?” glasses in hand, Aunt Penny lead me down the hall.

I couldn’t take my eyes of her back and her round ass she she strutted confidently.

I was already inebriated at this stage.

On the couch, we sat close to each other and Aunt Penny set our glasses on the coffee table in front of us.

She then brought her face close to mine and said, “Now, I know you’ve been dying to make out with me all evening. So, why don’t you show me how much of a great kisser you really are?”

Without hesiation, I wrapped a hand around the back of my aunt’s head and pulled her towards me. Our lips pressed against each other. I felt even more intoxicated.

As we kissed intensly, I inserted my tongue in her mouth meeting hers.

Our tongues now wrestling, I moved my hand down her back.

My other hand was resting on the side of her breast, my thumb resting on her rock hard nipple, lightly rubbing it.

“Aahh.” my aunt moaned as we continued to exchange saliva.

I wanted to see my aunt naked so badly at this point. Breaking the kiss, “Aunt Penny, I do have one more surprise for you. B-but it’s in my room. Care to follow me?” I asked.

“Oh I’d love to! But I got you a gift too and would like to give it to you first. Can you wait here please, and move the coffee table to the side.” she whispered, catching her breath.

With that, Aunt Penny hurried up the stairs, her mini dress barely covering her voluminous arse.

Awhile after I moved the coffee table away, Aunt Penny appeared, climbing down the stairs in a white bathrobe tightly tied around her waist.

I was confused at first but then it dawned on me, “Oh my, she’s the gift!”

“Aunt Penny, this is the best gift any man could ask for.” I blurted, even before she reached the foot of the stairs.

Now standing in Girne Escort front of me, Aunt Penny giggled teasingly, “How would you know if you’ve not unwrapped your present yet huh?” her brows raised and eyes nudging me to undo her robe.

With one swift tug, I untied her robe.

Aunt Peny then caused the bathrobe to fall to her feet as she intently studied my reaction.

My eyes widened, jaws dropped and dick hardened even more.

She wore a sexy dark green teddy body suit.

She spun around slowly, with her arms raised to pull up her wavy, dark, shoulder- length hair. Allowing me feast my eyes on every inch of her body. Her g- string exposing all her arse.

With her back now facing me and arse at my chest level, Aunt Penny started swaying her hips in sync with the slow music streaming from my phone.

She backed up closer and closer and planted her butt on my groin, giving me a slow lap dance.

I wrapped my arms around her body to get a handful of her boobs, “Ahem, no touching!” Aunt Penny slapped my hands.

Fuck she loves to tease.

“Oh wow, your so hot Aunt Penny!” I moaned as I was now already close to cumming. But I knew I must hold back. My mind was set on fucking her tonight.

My aunt maintained a circular motion with her hips. My hands obediently placed on the side of my thighs.

In one swift motion she turned around and straddled me, her forearms resting on my shoulders and she leaned back.

This gave me a good view of her torso, especially her boobs which were spilling out of her body suit.

Her pussy now intensly rubbing against my bulge.

She locked eyes with me and bit her lips, slowly undoing the buttons of my dress shirt.

As I took off my shirt, Aunt Penny was busy undoing the clasp and fly of my chinos.

With it undone, Aunt Penny stood up and brought me up on my feet with one hand behind my neck and with the other tugging on the waistline of my chinos.

She squatted as she pulled my chinos to my ankles. On her way up, her face brushed against my boxers and she playfully kissed the tip of my penis.

Aunt Penny then stuck her tongue out, continously licking my abs all the way up to my neck.

She pushed me onto the couch and straddled me again. This time burying my face in her ample breasts.

I couldn’t hold it much longer, “Oh ffuck, I’m cumming!” I moaned.

Aunt Penny giggled, she abruptly kneeled in front of me, and placed her mouth on my throbbing dick- receiving every drop of my hot juice.

Once my dick stopped pumping, she got up on her feet and bent over to face me.

“You taste so good nephew. I’m hooked now.” she winked and smacked her lips, having swallowed every drop of my cum.

Aunt Penny then excused herself to use the bathroom, “I’m just gonna freshen up for a bit. Why don’t you be a darling and top up our glasses?”

“With pleasure aunty but c-can I meet you in my room?.” still out of breath from the events that unfolded seconds ago.

“Ah yes my surprise. Alrighty darling. I can’t wait!” she blew me a kiss and went up the stairs.

With glasses filled to the brim with the last drops of champagne, I entered my room, admiring my hard work.

Being a romantic at heart, I knew Aunt Penny was going to melt when she saw the fairy lights and canopy.

I now waited anxiously.

A few minutes later, Aunt Penny was at my door “Nick, I’m ready for your surprise!.”

When I opened the door, I noticed Aunt Penny had changed out of her teddy body suit. She was now wearing a black two piece lingerie with a matching translucent robe loosely hanging over her.

The cups around her breasts were so tiny that it left most of her boobs exposed except for her areolas and nipples.

As I looked lower, I noticed she was wearing a crotchless panty, allowing her beautiful bush to be in sight.

“Oh my, this is beautiful. It so romantic, I love it!!!” she exclaimed, impressed by my little set up.

“Oh, Aunt Penny, I guess we keep surprising each other!” my hands feeling the lacey material of her robe and admiring her large breasts.

“I really had to get out of my teddy body suit. I got so wet giving you that lap dance.” she said with pouty lips.

“But not to worry, I spent a fortune on lingerie today. You’ll have many opportunities to rip them off me.” she winked as she looked down at my boxers.

“Ooh, I’m glad you’re recovering fairly quickly by the way. Ah, the joys of youth.” she smirked, as she playfully squeezed the tip of my semi hard erection with her finger and thumb.

I just needed a bit more time to recover, so I invited my aunt to join me on my bed and offered her a drink.

We sat upright and cosied up to each other against the head rest of the bedframe.

“You know, as I was getting changed, I thought this was probably the best date I’ve ever been on. But now this…this just seems to be the icing on the cake.” she gazed through the canopy and admired the lights.

Her translucent robe hanging off her shoulders Magosa Escort now.

I nudged on the robe, “Now you’re a little overdressed don’t you think?” taking a big sip of champagne.

“I guess I am. But I want to play a little game with you first.” she teased as she poked my erection.

“And what game is that?” I asked curiously and with some excitement.

“It simple, you’ll just have to do everything I say.” she carefully studied my reaction.

“That’s easy, I’ll do anything.” I replied without hesitation.

“Good.” my Aunt removed her lace robe and lossely tied her hair up into a bun.

“Kiss my shoulder here and here.” she pointed to her shoulder and her collarbone.

I obliged.

“Kiss my neck.” She pointed at her jugular vein.

I kissed her neck and gently sucked on it, “Ooh that’s nice darling, you’re doing a good job so far.” my aunt sighed.

She lifted her left arm and had her hands on the back of her neck. She pointed at a spot right below her underarm, “Kiss me here, and move on to the side of my breast slowly.”

I placed my lips at her desired spot, taking in a huge breath of her sweet deodorant. I kissed her soft skin slowly and started sucking the side of her breasts.

“Oh yeah, I love the way you suck me. Suck me harder and don’t be worried to give me bruise.” she moaned.

I sucked harder and harder. I could see her skin was getting red. I continued a while longer and left her a bruise. “Fuck that’s so hot! Well done.” she said as she moved her breasts to inspect my mark on her.

“Undo my top.” She turned to her right, exposing the clasp of her tiny lingerie.

With a slight struggle I managed to undo it.

“Now, lick around my areolas and suck on my nipples.” her breathing increasing.

My dick was rock hard now.

“Kiss the middle of my cleavage all the way down to my pubes.” I obliged again.

“I love your natural hair Aunt Penny, it’s so soft” I said as I stroked her bush with my hand.

Aunt Penny slid her panties off while got rid of my boxers.

She stared and my rock hard penis with lust.

Trailing her finger along the outline of her labia she formed an incomplete circle “I want you to lick me here all the way to here and repeat the same motion again and again until I tell you to stop.”

I could already see my aunt’s pussy dripping wet- I couldn’t wait to taste her.

As my tongue touched the lips of her pussy, she shuddered- I could taste a hint of watermelon and concluded that she used some sort of oil or lubricant.

“You taste so good Aunt Penny”, my speech impaired as my tongue followed the imaginary outline she drew moments earlier.

I repeated the same motion again and again. My mouth was getting tired, but seeing Aunt Penny in ecstacy kept me going.

About 10 minutes of licking her, my entire bottom half of my face was drenced.

Without warning, Aunt Penny grabbed the hair on the back of my head and positioned my tongue on her clit “L-lick T-her O-oh” her hips moving in a circular motion as held my head still.

“Oooh Yaasss! O h fuck!!” my aunt screaming.

I could feel her getting intensly wetter as I lapped up her juices.

Suddenly, she pushed my mouth hard against ber vagina as clear liquid started gushing from her. Yep, Aunt Penny was a squirter.

I was so turned on now and tried to take it all in but I couldn’t, the sheer volume of it was too much for me to handle.

“Aaaahhhhh!!!!!” she moaned as she slumped on the bed, a pool forming below her pussy.

“Oh my that was the best orgasm ever. I’m so sorry Nick darling. I got carried away. Here let me clean you up.” my aunt now wiping my face with some tissues. She looked slightly embarrassed.

“Aunt Penny, I’ve never experienced something like that before. I want you to do that to me again!” I said while spitting out a piece of tissue.

Aunt Penny kissed me and did not hold back. She pushed me on my side and paid some attention to my rock hard erection.

Her mouth wrapped around my rod and her head bobbed up and and down.

She pulled her mouth up to the tip of my penis and used her tongue to lick my head in a circular motion.

Her wet sloppy blow job, got my entire penis drenched her saliva dripping onto the base of my shaft.

“Come on top of me.” she gestered.

I reached out for the condom in the drawer of my bedside table.

“What are you doing?” she asked, confused.

“I’m getting a condom Au…”

“Ssh you won’t be needing that.” she interrupted, her hand grabbed my penis and shoved it into her wet pussy.

It slid in immediately.

I pumped my aunt as she moaned loudly, my lips sucking hard on her nipples and hand squeezing her other breast.

I spun my aunt around and fucked her doggstyle as I placed one hand on her toned shoulder the other holding on to her breast for support.

“Fuck me nephew, fuck me hard and cum inside me baby!” my aunt screamed.

I exploded inside of her. It was a huge load despite me already cumming twice that same day.

Cum dripped from her pussy as I pulled out.

My aunt turned around to clean my dick with her mouth, squeezing the base of my shaft and pulling out the remaining cum inside me as she reached the tip of my cock.

We both then collapse on the bed, panting and breaking into a sweat.

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Wedding Reception Roulette Pt. 04

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Connor stayed busy for a while, setting up the other 7 anonymous suck and fucks. They were just anonymous, with no incest involved. Judging by the satisfied smiles as each person returned their key cards afterward, it looks like everybody had a fucking good time. His scheme done for the night, Connor rejoined the reception.

When he returned, his cousin Allie Stevenson grabbed him and pulled him onto the dance floor for a slow dance. She clung to him, shifting her hips in little wiggles, feeling the growing bulge as her movements elicited the response she was hoping for.

She purred in his ear, “Mmmmm, getting a hot, anonymous fuck was amazing, and it has made me so wet, I’m virtually dripping. I need another hot fuck and suck, and since Room 201 is no doubt paid for the rest of the night, how about we go up there in a little while? It looks like the reception is ready to wind down.”

Connor smiled and was happy to hand her a key card. As Allie predicted, the bride and groom took their leave, it started to wind down, and soon the banquet room was quickly emptying.

Allie sidled up to him, whispered, “See you upstairs Cuz,” then made her way to the elevator.

Connor begged off an invite from a couple of guys to join them and go and get a lap dance at the nearby strip club. He made his way to the stairwell, looking around to make sure he was not observed, then up the stairs, and to Room 201.

He slipped inside, and there she was. On her knees, her big tits jutted out proudly, and her face was eager and full of lust. From having sampled her charms he knew she had a mouth like a Hoover, true cocksucker lips, and a sex drive as big as all outdoors. She had dialed down the lights to cast a mellow glow over her body.

“Right over her Connor, let’s get it going.”

In moments his clothes were on the floor, and his 8 inches pointed towards her mouth. Allie licked her lips, Girne Escort she knew her way around a cock, she knew she gave first-class blowjobs, and she was proud of that fact. Having a guy’s prick explode in her mouth always gave her a heady sense of power, and she quickly took in Connor’s dick.

Connor let out a pleasured growl as Allie’s talented mouth swallowed him down, she was the best cock sucker he’d ever had. She let him nestle in her throat for a few moments, pulled back, and started to ride his pole. The sensation of soft silky skin over a hard prick going in and out of her mouth really ramped up her natural high sex drive. Her mouth wet with a rush of saliva, she eagerly applied her cock sucking ability to Connor’s dick, making him moan as he rode wetly in and out of his cousin’s wet, sucking lips.

Allie wanted to give Connor the best grip she could deliver, she had one hand down at her pussy, wildly masturbating, while her other hand cupped his balls, giving them gentle squeezes.

Connor could feel the rise, oh yeah, he was gonna explode, “Gonna cum baby, gonna flood your mouth, FUCK!”

Allie’s frigging fingers took her over, she felt her orgasm grab her, she moaned around the cock, her mouth tightening down to the ultimate gripping receptacle, sucking at him like a Hoover, the true cocksucker lips milking his shaft, and Connor let out loud grunts as his cock let loose.

Allie’s mouth was awash with his creamy explosion, the hot blasts peppering the roof of her mouth and streaming over her tongue, her mouth filled, she quickly gulped it down, and another rush, and still another. He was really pent up, just like he had saved it up for her. As she moaned and swallowed around his prick, she wondered who it was that had been her anonymous suck and fuck.

After Allie drained his prick, Connor said “Your turn baby, how do you want Magosa Escort to be eaten?”

In response, Allie took to the bed, hands, and knees, her glorious rump upthrust, and cooed, “My favorite way!”

Connor did indeed know her favorite way, he got his face in between the spread of her thighs, kissing all over her cunt, making her fuckhole a heated tunnel. Allie adored getting eaten, Connor knew exactly what she wanted, as his tongue slid into her creamy slot, teasing at the clitoral hood, Allie purred as he felt him nibble gently on her pussy lips.

She felt his tongue start that glorious slide, all over her smooth, bald taint, mmmmmmm, then, oh fuck, yeah, his mouth was at her asshole, and he settled in for a serious case of eating ass.

He slicked up a finger and drove it up her ass, oh fuck, it made her feel so nasty, just a depraved little slut cousin and she gave voice to it.

“Fuck, I’m a slut, an incest-driven slut cousin, make me cum, then fuck me, I need to get it all!”

Connor slid two fingers into her cunt, and with the fingers in her ass and pussy pumping back and forth, he sucked his clit into his mouth, his tongue swiping at it.

Allie could feel the locking up, and she exploded, cumming three times in a row, holy fuck, she felt like she was hallucinating.

Her pussy was still having little mini shocks as she felt his cock ram right into her, taking her in a hard rush that made her growl. She loved being taken forcefully, it always made her extra hot, and he rode her hard, letting his cock soak in the hot wet depths.

Allie howled out as she came quickly, once the first orgasm was out of the way, the rest just tumbled in. Connor was happy to do so, and Allie got a long, hard fuck, since his cock had just drenched her mouth, he was going to be building back up, and Allie took full advantage of it. Her first orgasm Kıbrıs Escort smacked her with a force that left her breathless, her cries and grunts of orgasm filling the room, and another wave came for her, then another, they became nonstop, and Connor felt her juices splashing all over his cock, bathing his prick.

“Pull out then ram it in up my ass, you know how much I love it!”

Connor was ready, when she took it doggy style, she always had him stuff her ass to finish off, and her hands reached back and pulled her cheeks apart. In one smooth motion, he pulled out, ran his cockhead along her taint them buried it deep, letting out a loud grunt at the feel of her extra tight ass gripping his prick. He started to stuff her with hard, demanding plunges, buggering her with a full 8-inch stroke, his orgasm starting to gather.

“Ummmppph, unnnggghhh, ohhhh, ummmm,” were all the sounds Allie could make, her mind was in such a wild rush of sensation, she reached down and started to masturbate furiously, eager to make her ass the ultimate tight grip. All she had to do was think about how Connor had taken her lower cherries on the night 6 months ago, a day after her 18th birthday, deflowering her cunt then busting open her ass virginity, and she screamed as her holes started to spasm crazily, cumming like a bitch in heat.

The super-tight grip, the pulsing of her ass walls was the ultimate, and Connor roared like a lion as his cock was milked wildly, and he jetted a thick, creamy load, flooding Allie’s tight dark back door.

Allie felt the hot bloom deep inside her, mmmmmm, no matter where he exploded, her 3 holes adored that rich cream flooding them.

Connor was still revved up, what with having claimed Mandy’s virginity, and anticipating his upcoming encounter with his sexy Auntie Vanessa Hannan, and Allie’s talented hands and mouth bringing him back up, he rode her to his last orgasm of the night. With his need to recharge, Allie got the long, hard ride, after Allie had sailed through multi-orgasms, his cock was blazing with sensation as he got off a meager load, his cock having been well-drained.

They flopped down, virtually passing out from the wild sexual rush.

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The Surrogate Wife

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Original Story by: Sethp

Updated Story by: CB_Grl_Dani

AN: With the blessing of the author I have created this revised version of their excellent story. If you haven’t read Sethp’s story I highly recommend it. Read, enjoy and let me know what you think.

Surrogate: One appointed to act in the place of another.

Shane Davis sat alone in the garage, again. When he came out here the thirty year old father of three had meant to work on his motorcycle, but once he settled onto his wooden stool by the workbench, he was unable to move. He’d been unable to do much of anything for months. The sudden death of his wife Karen had shattered him mentally and if weren’t for the kids he would probably have gone off the deep end a long time ago. As it stood he was on a leave of absence from work (almost to the point of unpaid leave) and was now at the point that he was barely keeping it together for his three children. His children had lost so much already, Shane had to make sure they didn’t lose him too. But as he sat there in the still space of the garage, he knew the truth. He knew he was inadequate for the job of a single parent. He was barely a man any longer. The six-foot-two-inch tall man sighed in resignation at that thought. He ran his right hand through his unkept black hair moving it out of his face. He then took stock of the stubble on his face which was a week old. He was lost and he didn’t know what it would take to regain control of his life.

That was when the doorbell rang. “What… who the fuck is it at this time of night?” Shane grumbled as he went into the house and to the front door, irritated at being disturbed from doing nothing. He pulled open the door and froze.

“Camile?” He asked stupidly as he stared at the annoyed face of his forty-six year old mother-in-law.

“Oh good, you didn’t turn into a complete idiot Shane. There maybe hope for you yet,” she said, with a little too much acid on her tongue.

“Wha… what are you doing here?” Shane inquired.

“I’m here to help you get back on your feet.” She informs me standing on my stoop. “Well… are you going to let me in?” she asks. Not waiting for an answer Camile pushed her way past her son-in-law. “There are two more bags by the sidewalk that you could get for me. I’m going up to say hi to the kids.” Before I could comment she was already walking up the stairs.

Shane stood in the doorway, mindlessly, for a minute before forcing himself to go out to the curb and pick up the bags that the Uber driver had unloaded. What was Camile doing here uninvited and unannounced? Except for the week after the funeral, they had barely spoken in the last few months, and truthfully he couldn’t really stand her. As long as Shane had known her Camile was a giant gossip who was a bossy know-it-all. If she wasn’t drinking accessively she was smoking like a chimney. The drinking he could tolerate (as he was no saint himself these days) but the smoking was another thing entirely.

However Shane knew that he was sinking and he’d never been so happy to see anyone in his whole life. Shane ventured out to the sidewalk to collect her bags and bring them in. Once Hurricane Camile was settled in Shane poured himself and Camile a stiff drink, and then sat down in the living room. Camile eventually came back to the living room and sat down and gratefully accepted the drink.

“Camile,” Shane began.

“Shhhh,” she said, cutting him off. “The family knows that you need some help so here I am.” She states taking a large gulp of the drink I just poured. “I’m here for the kids mainly, they’ve been telling me how things are here, but I’m also here to help you. You look like you need reinforcements.” She drained half her glass.

“The kids don’t,” Shane began, but Camile cut him off again.

“They’re behind on their homework.”

“We’ll catch up.”

“You forgot April’s recital and her school lunch yesterday.”

“That was a onetime thing, and she got a hot lunch,”

“They haven’t had a bath all week. They told me.”

“I…” That’s where I stopped. There really was no excuse for the kids not getting a bath at least every other day. Unfortunately Camile didn’t stop.

“The kitchen trash is overflowing, the grass hasn’t been mowed in weeks and fruit flies are living in the kitchen sink. When is the last time you cleaned the bathrooms?”

Shane knew that answer. It was never. Well, not since Karen had died. “Look,” Shane began.

Camile took hold of his hand. “I know. I know Shane. It’s overwhelming and I should have come here weeks ago. We’ve all been so sad. I’m here to help until we get things turned around, and I’ll stay as long as you need me. That’s what family does.”

Shane thought of a thousand things to say and protest against, but simply said, “Thanks. Thank you.”

Camile drained the rest of her drink. “I needed that. I also need to take a shower and change. Can I use your bathroom?”

“Yes,” Shane said.

“Thanks, and can you get me another drink when I get out and bring my bags up to the spare Magosa Escort bedroom.”

“Uh…about that spare room,” Shane mumbled, but Camile had already charged up the stairs. He had thrown all of his deceased wife’s stuff in there. It was a big pile of junk, papers, exercise equipment, make-up, clothing, and assorted stuff from her life, that would take days to clear out. He decided that he would give Camile his bed and sleep on the couch for the next few weeks. It wouldn’t be that bad.

Shane took his mother-in-law’s bags up to the master bedroom and then changed the sheets on the bed and cleared away the beer bottles and candy bar wrappers. He could hear her singing in the shower. This could be really good for the kids, he thought. Satisfied that the bedroom was clean and tidy enough, he went back downstairs and made Camile another drink and went and sat on the couch, flipping through shows on the T.V. Camile came down and joined him after she was done. She was wrapped up in a red terry cloth robe that was a little too small for her size. Her large tits were threatening to pop out of the material. She thanked him for the drink sat down on the chair.

“Thank you for coming. I appreciate it…you should have let me know you were coming though.”

“Don’t worry about the mess. I’ll start cleaning everything up tomorrow. You sleep in, and I’ll get the kids ready for school. You guys probably need some good home-cooked meals too.”

“Yeah, that will be good,” Shane said, remembering that Camile was a great cook. “There’s a problem though.”

“Oh, don’t worry about Brad,” Camile replied, talking about her husband, and the kid’s grandfather. “He’s got his beer and is happy enough fishing and drinking while I’m away. He won’t even know I’m gone,” she finished, looking down at the floor sadly for a moment. Shane caught that look though.

“Uh…well that’s not what I meant. I meant the spare room. If I’d have known you were coming, I could have cleaned it out. There’s no way,”

“Oh, don’t be silly. I’ll sleep in your bed.”

“Good,” Shane said, relieved. “I’ll take the couch and we’ll be all set. I even put fresh sheets on for you.”

Camile finished her drink. “Can you get me another one, even stronger? And don’t get all modest on me now, Shane. We can share the bed. The couch is filthy and you look like you haven’t slept in weeks.”

“I don’t know,” Shane started to protest.

“I’m not going to kick you out of your own bed. I’m really here to help you and I can tell you need sleep, as do I. If anyone is taking the couch, it’s me. So, it’s not up for discussion anymore, get me another drink already, will you?”

Shane did, and when he was back Camile steered the conversation towards the children’s schooling, and the bills, and the yard work, and she made a plan for the next week, taking copious notes on a legal pad as they talked. Shane ended up getting several more drinks for Camile and they ended up watching the travel channel much too late until Camile announced that she needed to get to bed if there was any chance of her being useful the next day.

Camile got up from the couch, giggling, and stumbled up the steps, obviously quite drunk. She made it up without falling and went into the master bathroom to get ready for bed. Shane locked all the doors and turned out all the lights, giving Camile plenty of time to finish getting ready, before heading upstairs himself.

When he got to the bedroom, Camile was already under the covers, nice and cozy. She gave him a drunken smile, told him good night, and rolled over on her side. Shane normally slept naked but would have to forgo that habit in favor of gym shorts while his mother-in-law shared the bed. Once in bed, he soon fell asleep, and once asleep, as he always did, he dreamed of his wife. Karen was so unlike Camile. He had thought, at one time, that she might have been adopted. While the two were about the same height and the same green eyes that was where the similarities stopped. Where Karen was slim, and athletic her mother was full-figured and busty. Karen had high cheekbones and long strawberry blonde hair, while Camile had a roundish face with plump lips and dark red hair. It wasn’t until he saw photos of her father’s side of the family that he realized where most of Karen’s looks came from. Still, despite her bad habits Shane did think his mother-in-law was nice looking.

Once Shane drifted off to sleep he soon dreamed that he was in bed with his wife and the two were in the midst of having sex. Shane was on top of his slender wife and that she had her long, thin legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. Karen was calling out his name in passion as he drove his cock into her repeatedly. She squeezed her legs tightly, shaking in orgasm beneath him. He rolled off of her catching his breath and getting ready for another round. He reached over grasping one of her large, doughy breasts as she squeezed his cock. It was only when those two things didn’t add up that Shane awoke with a start. The Kıbrıs Escort air conditioning had shut off and it had gotten very hot in the bedroom. Looking about he saw that the covers were off the bed and Camile had a tight grip on his cock. In her sleep, Camile’s hand had snaked its way down, inside of his shorts, and he did, indeed, have one of her large breasts in his hand. In her sleep Camile’s tits had fallen out of the top of her nightie and her heavy breasts were exposed. She appeared to still be asleep, and God help him, but after months of celibacy Shane was unable to pull his hand off of his mother-in-law’s giant boob.

Shane was trying to will himself to release her tit when Camile started stroking his cock in her sleep. Shane noticed that her other hand was wedged between her legs and were rubbing her clit. Shane rolled over towards her and replaced her hand with his and found that she was sopping wet. He rubbed his hand over her slit and then inserted a finger into her hot, wet pussy. Shane realized she must not have had sex in quite some time from the reaction he received. The moment his finger penetrated her folds Camile arched her back off the bed, moaning louder and gripping his cock tighter, almost painfully. Shane decided that they both needed some relief and they were going to get it. Rolling Camile flat on her back, Shane parts her legs and then positions himself between her legs. Pressing his cockhead against her sex, Camile begins to whimper and then moan. Shane thrusts his cock into her warm pussy and Camile’s eyes fly open as she gasps for air. Shane pulls out of her afraid she’s going to yell rape.

“Oh my god!” Camile groans. “Stick it in! Stick it back in!” she urged him.

Shane didn’t need to be told twice, he plunged his rock hard cock back deep inside Camile, leaning forward; kissing her hard. Camile returned his hungry kiss and thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. The two made out like two horny teens for quite some time before Shane felt Camile raise her legs up and locked them around Shane as she sucked on his tongue.

“Fuck me!” Camile tells her son-in-law. “Fuck me hard.”

Shane obliges his mother-in-law and begins to fuck her hard. Camile grunts each time Shane slams his cock into her. They fucked like animals until Camile arched her back in orgasm, gasping and squeezing her legs tighter. Shane couldn’t breathe for a second until Camile relaxed a little.

“Oh God… oh god… OH MY GOD… that was so good!” She opened her eyes, staring right into Shane’s.

The gravity of the situation suddenly overcame Shane and he started to pull his cock out of Camile’s pussy. She grabbed his ass, keeping him inside her. “You haven’t cum yet.” She gasped.

“We shouldn’t have…I…” Shane protested, but he was still painfully hard inside her, and she felt so amazing.

“Cum for me. I want you to cum inside me.” She smiled up at him, moving his hand up to one of her large breasts. Shane slowly moved forward, pushing his cock deep inside of his mother-in-law once again.

Camile moaned. “Uh…yes…fuck me.” Shane did. He pumped his meat in and out of her faster and faster, loving the sound of their sex and Camile’s quiet moans. Shane tensed up.

“That’s it,” Camile gasped. “Pump it into me. Yes!” She could feel him squirting inside of her, filling her with his sperm.

“Uh…fuck…uh,” Shane collapsed on top of her.

“That’s it, baby,” she cooed, stroking his hair and gently rubbing his back. “That’s what you needed. There. It’s all better now.” Shane fell asleep on top of her, in her arms.

The next morning, Shane awoke with a start, quickly sitting up. “Last night!” The bed was empty. Camile was gone. That was good. Maybe he dreamed it. His shorts were on the floor and he was naked. That was bad.

“Fuck,” he muttered, jumping out of bed, pulling on his shorts and a T-shirt, and running downstairs. He was amazed when he got to the kitchen. The trash was gone, the dishes were done and the counters were clean. Even better, the coffee was made; hot and fresh. There was a cup next to the coffee maker for him and a note.

Good Morning Shane,

I took the kids to school and I’m going to the store for some much-needed supplies. Can you mow the lawn before I get back? That would be great. Thanks!

Camile

No mention of last night. He had never sexually thought of his mother-in-law before. She just wasn’t his usual type. At 30 years old he had never in his life chased after a woman like Camile. She was obviously older than he was but not too old at 46. From the photos of her in her youth she had always carried a little more weight than some girls (about forty pounds more than Karen but a lot of that was in her ass and tits). She was definitely very bossy but maybe he needed that right now. Shane’s mind traveled back to Camile’s tits. He had never really been a tit man and compared to Karen’s 32B cup breasts her mother had to be carting around 36DD cup tits.

What was he supposed to do now? Shane Lefkoşa Escort thought to himself. Realizing he was home alone he then said, “Mow the lawn, I guess,” So that’s exactly what he did.

Camile pulled into the driveway a short while later just as Shane was putting the mower away. Seeing all of the bags in the back he stopped what he was doing and ran over and grabbed some of the groceries when she opened the trunk.

“Wow Shane, the yard looks great,” she said, walking into the house.

“Uh…thanks,” Shane managed. “Thanks for doing this and making the coffee.”

“My pleasure,” she said smiling warmly at him in the kitchen.

“Thanks for last night too,” he managed.

“Why? What happened last night? I was out like a log as soon as I hit the covers. I’m lucky I heard the alarm this morning.”

“You don’t remember?” Shane asks stupified.

“Remember what?” Camile asks casually.

“Uh…nothing. I mean, thanks for letting me sleep in the bed too, the couch would have been really uncomfortable,” Shane stated. Did she not remember? Was she asleep the whole time or did the alcohol make her forget?

“Oh, you’re welcome. That’s why I offered. Can you grab the last few bags from the car, while I put these away and make lunch for us?”

“Sure Camile,” Shane managed, wondering if Camile was playing some kind of game with him or was she really so black-out drunk that she had no idea of what happened last night. She had definitely had enough to drink to blackout.

Shane had to admit that he was feeling much better than he had in months and that he was getting more done than he had since Karen’s passing. After helping put all of the groceries away I went upstairs to the bathroom and took a good hard look at myself in the mirror and decided that I did not like what I saw. Hopping into the shower I proceeded to get the grime off my body. When I was clean I lathered up and shaved the scruff off my face for the first time in weeks. After I was dressed I yelled to Camile that I had to run a quick errand and before she could acknowledge my statement I was in the driveway and on my way to the barbers. I returned after the kids were home and they and Camile were surprised to see me as I looked very much like I did before Karen passed away.

By the end of the night all the bills were paid, all the yard and housework was done, and a calendar was made with all of the kid’s upcoming appointments and events. Shane was so energized that he called his boss and told him that he was ready to return to work the next morning.

“See, you just needed a little help, Shane, maybe a swift kick in the pants too,” Camile said that evening. She had made a wonderful Spaghetti and meatball dinner. It was the best meal that Shane and the kids had had in a very long time. Shane simply agreed and enjoyed everyone’s company.

After the kids were in bed, Camile and Shane were watching the travel channel again. Camile was currently on her fourth drink.

“Thank you again for everything you’re doing for us,” Shane tells Camile.

“You’re so welcome. I enjoy it. So you’re going to work tomorrow?” Camile asks.

“Yes. They’re already expecting me, and I finally feel like I can,” Shane proudly states.

“Well you better get a good night’s sleep then,” Camile said. “I’m going to watch a little more TV. I’ll be up later.”

Shane had noticed something. “You haven’t smoked once since you’ve been here.”

“I quit the day Karen died. I know she didn’t die of cancer but if my young healthy, fit daughter could be snatched in just one moment… well, I took it as a sign. So I needed to make a change for the better. It was hard and Brad didn’t like being around me at first but I beat it and now I feel so much better and have so much more energy.”

“I think you made the right choice and I think it was good for you. I can’t remember the last time you seemed this lively or so youthful.” I honestly inform Camile.

Camile actually blushed at Shane’s praise. “Thank you Shane.”

“You’re welcome. Good night.” Shane says standing up and heading for the stairs.

“Good night… oh and Shane,” Camile calls out.

“Yes?”

“You look very handsome. It’s nice to see you looking like the real you and not that bum.” A red face Camile states before taking a drink.

Shane went upstairs, brushed his teeth, and got in bed. Once he got comfortable Shane fell asleep within minutes. As soon as he was out Shane began to dream of Karen again. This time she was on top of him in a sixty-nine position, taking his cock down to the root in her wonderful mouth and grinding her sopping wet pussy against his face as he licked her. This had always been one of Karen’s favorite positions and truth be told his as well. Shane groaned loudly as his skilled lover sucked him down her throat deeply. Shane started to come to and quickly realized that this was no dream. As he came to Shane realized that someone was really on top of him, sucking his cock and grinding their pussy against his mouth. This, someone, was not an athlete like his wife had been. This woman was full-figured and as his hands came up to kneed her ass realized that his lover had curves, curves with a slender fish waist, a bit of a tummy, and gloriously large breasts wrapped around his cock… someone with a really delicious pussy.

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Preacher’s Sinful Daughter Ch. 06

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Sinning for the Cameras

Discovering my preacher father was a hypocrite had awakened me to the sexual desires I had suppressed. As I watched him through the window of his church office at Thousand Oaks Methodist fucking the redheaded Donna Paxtor, married to Deacon Bill Paxtor, I realized how the adults in my life had lied to me. They told me sex outside of marriage, and in it strictly for procreation, was sinful. It was a chore to create new life not something to be enjoyed. It was the Devil itching my vagina and urging me to masturbate. It was the Devil making my former-boyfriend’s cock hard and forcing him to beg me for relief.

And then I saw the pleasure on Donna Paxtor’s face as my father reamed her. The exaltation in my father’s eyes as he flooded her cheating cunt. If the Right Honorable Reverend Gary Powell enjoyed sinning, why shouldn’t his eighteen-year-old daughter? Why should the lying adults in my life keep me from this joy? So I embraced it. I sucked Deacon Bill’s cock, I tempted my father into sinning in my body, I blew boys at my school for $1, fucked my teachers for good grades, danced naked at the Pink Velvet Club, and sold lap dances for $10, fucking up and down on the patrons hard dicks.

And finally, on Saturday, I had my deepest desire granted–a threesome with my hypocritical daddy and a woman.

I just never expected that woman to be my mother. My prim and proper mother. The woman who daily lectured me to be pure, to not even masturbate. The woman who Deacon Bill thought was a tight ass, a frigid bitch. I always assumed Daddy cheated on her because she didn’t give him any sex.

I was wrong. My mother was the biggest hypocrite of them all. Seeing her bound naked to the hotel bed, Daddy’s cum flooding out of her cunt, hearing her talk like a filthy whore, had shattered the last of my illusions. Everyone was a hypocrite. I heard her admit how she led Daddy into fornication. She cheated on him on their Honeymoon, and he caught her, watched her with another man, and was forever lost.

They tried to keep me from being lost, the hypocrites. They hid who they truly were from the world. Like all the adults. The all pretended to be good and righteous, and they were all so ready to sin behind closed doors. And when Mother realized her daughter was just as much of a whore, that she failed to keep me from this decadent life of embracing my sinful desires, she didn’t get angry, she didn’t try to deny me any more chances to fuck.

She was too wanton. She kissed me. She urged Daddy to fuck me. Later, she licked Daddy’s incestuous seed out of my cunt.

And it was why I was in bed with her on a Monday morning in the middle of summer break. Daddy had already left for the church office, maybe to work, maybe to screw one of the sinful women of the congregation who hid their depravity beneath perfectly coiffed hair, conservative dresses, and innocent smiles.

The air of my parent’s bedroom smelled of hot pussy, the combined musk of our two sinful holes. I had my head pillowed on Mommy’s breasts–I loved calling her Mommy, twisting the childish word into something naughty. She stroked my blonde curls spread about her large tits. I had inherited mother’s curves and gorgeous body.

“And how did you know Daddy wouldn’t be angry when he caught you with the cabana boy?” I asked Mommy as she told me about her courtship with Daddy. “It was your honeymoon.”

“It was a mistake,” she laughed. “I loved your father dearly. I do love him, but I have needs that no one person can ever satiate. I cheated on him all through our courtship. It took me months to even get him to have sex with me after our engagement. That day, I thought he would be gone the afternoon, and I so wanted Jorge. His golden-brown body made me so wet, Being caught was part of the plan.”

“And Daddy couldn’t resist watching his sinful, new wife writhe beneath another man when he caught you,” I giggled.

“I was so scared and so horny all at the same time when he walked in,” Mommy purred, her naked body shifting, thighs pressing together. “But Jorge was in me, on me, pumping away, and I couldn’t stop. I let your father see my true self. The whore.”

“You stopped being a hypocrite.”

“I guess so.”

“I wish none of us had to pretend. Why can’t we all just do what we want and not be shamed by everyone else?”

“I don’t know.” She stroked my hair. It made me feel so warm and happy even with the dollar bill lying on the nightstand with which she paid me for this morning. “People can be so mean, so evil, searching for any reason to belittle you while they secretly have just as depraved desires. It is sad. I’m glad you know about me. I was so afraid that you would find out and hate me.”

“Is that why you always harped on me about sex. Hoping I wouldn’t realize how amazing it is and have to live a double-life hiding my true desires?”

“What mother wants her child to suffer.” She laughed, a sultry bubble of delight. “But you… Oh, my, you give your own mother a race for being the biggest whore, Alexandra. Kıbrıs Escort The things you’ve already done.”

I blushed, squirmed, and said, “So you were scared that Daddy would be mad at you for being a whore. For cheating on you. That’s why you hid it?”

“Oh, he was mad. After he watched, after he jerked his cock while watching, he punched Jorge in the face.” Her smile grew. I imagine Daddy, such a sexy man, punching someone. I smiled too. “And then your father fucked me hard. Hate-fucked me. I think he was angry at himself for enjoying watching me as much as for my behavior. But I could see the love, too. And he had to experience it again. That rush of catching me with another man unlocked something in him. We explored it. First I cheated on him with men, letting him catch me, and then I started bringing women to our bed for him to enjoy. I pointed out those women at church he could seduce until he was doing it all on his own. We would tell each other about our conquests before fucking each other so hard.”

“And I never heard you?” I gasped.

“Peel back the wallpaper and you’ll find cork lining our bedroom’s walls,” Mommy laughed. “Your father soundproofed the room. You had no idea the things we did in this room.”

“Wow,” I said. I had never been proud to be her daughter. But I was now. She was my idol. “And how did you two seduce Carolyn?” There was a touch of heat in my voice. The bitch had almost gotten me in trouble at school.

“It was before she stole your boyfriend,” Mommy reminded me. “We haven’t touched her since then. Not after she made you cry so much.”

“Well?”

“Oh, well, I noticed her at one of the school events staring at your father the way a young woman does at an older, sexier man. I saw the signs of burgeoning lust, and I exploited them. It was hot holding your father’s cock, guiding it to her virgin pussy, watching him pop her cherry, and then making her eat my pussy afterward. Your father greatly enjoyed his anniversary present.”

“I bet,” I laughed, picturing the black-haired Carolyn. She dated Ricky, my former boyfriend. She seduced him from me with sex. Maybe if I put out back then, he would have stayed with me. But then again, maybe I could do better than Ricky.

I sucked his cock now, but he only saw me as a whore, which was hot, but I disgusted him at the same time. He could never love a whore like Daddy could.

“So, tell me what it’s like dancing at the Pink Velvet,” Mommy purred. “I’ve only been there once, and I didn’t dance.”

“Oh, it’s the…” My words trailed off as I heard movement downstairs. I glanced at the open bedroom door. “Is Daddy home?”

“Oh, that’s the milkman,” she purred. “Every week, while you’re in school anyways, he delivers more than the milk.”

“Mommy, you big slut,” I laughed as I heard the footsteps creep up the stairs.

“You wanted to try a Black man,” she whispered in my ear. “And trust me, Earl will make you squeal for joy when he rams his monster in you.”

Her tongue licked my ear, making me squeal. I turned, shifting atop her, our pillowy breasts pressing together. Our nipples caressed, tingling delight racing down to my wet pussy. My hot flesh clenched as the footsteps thudded up the stairs, growing closer and closer. Mommy’s legs parted, mine settling between them, grinding my clit on hers as we writhed together.

“I didn’t expect you to leave the sign today,” a deep voice boomed as it came down the hall. “I’m glad you’re back to paying…”

The man’s words trailed off. I rolled off Mommy onto my back, my large breasts jiggling as I stared at Earl. I smiled at the tall, Black man, his eyes wide, his tongue licking thick lips. He wore a white uniform with a matching cap on his shaved-smooth head. He had ebony skin, his eyes so dark. His uniform almost glowed about him, so bright compared to his skin.

“Alexandra?” he groaned, his eyes flicking to Mommy. “Mrs. Powell, what?”

Mommy rolled over onto her hands and knees, her large breast jiggling, her loose, blonde hair falling about her face as she crawled across the bed. I smiled, staring at her ass and her blonde bush peeking between thighs as she reached the end of the bed.

“My daughter is helping out more around the house,” Mommy purred, reaching out, seizing him by the pant loops, and hauling him forward. “And so she volunteered to pay for this week’s milk.”

I shuddered. Mommy paid for the milk with her body. Of course. Ooh, I loved it. She was such a sinful, wanton whore. And now I got to pay. I parted my thighs, rubbing at my wet pussy as Earl flicked his eyes to me.

“But she’s only eighteen,” he groaned.

“And so tight and wet and juicy,” Mommy moaned, her fingers unzipping his white pants. She reached in, and my eyes widened. Daddy had the largest cock I had ever fucked, followed by Peter, a nerd from school whose virginity I took and who bought my blowjobs whenever he could. But this cock… It was a monster. A thick, black shaft thrusting from his crotch, Mommy’s pale fingers wrapped Lefkoşa Escort about the dick.

She leaned down, licking at the crown, her hands stroking up and down it as she wiggled her hips. She locked her mouth about the tip, sucking hard, making Earl groan as he swept off his hat. His head gleamed, reflecting the bedroom light while he stared at my fingers plunging into my depths.

“Yes, yes, I’m paying you,” I moaned, watching Mommy open her mouth as wide as possible and barely suck the tip past her lips. Juices leaked down her thighs.

“Damn, what a day the Lord has brought me,” Earl groaned.

Mommy popped her mouth off his dick. “Earl is very popular with a number of wives. He always delivers such thick, tasty, creamy milk.”

“I bet,” I moaned, my eyes wide.

“Eighteen,” he groaned. “Damn, she is a lovely flower.”

And then he pushed Mommy out of the way as he came to me, still clothed, entranced by my beauty. Mommy stretched out beside me as Earl mounted me. No foreplay. No licking my pussy or even sucking on my tits. He was on me in a heartbeat, grunting, growling, overcome with lust for my barely legal cunt. His cock’s thick tip prodded at the lips of my pussy while his right hand squeezed my ivory breast.

“Ready for my monster, slut,” he growled. “All you White women get so wet for my cock. S’why your small-dicked men are all afraid of us.”

“Yes,” I gasped, humping against him. I had to feel him in me. He was huge. “Fuck me!”

“Yes, fuck my little girl. Ram your dick deep into her snatch.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Earl grunted and thrust.

My eyes widened. It was like my first time all over again. His dick was so huge as it rammed into my tight pussy. I groaned, shuddered, my toes curling as his thick shaft reamed me. My flesh stretched about his girth. My toes curled. I groaned, arching my neck as his hand clenched about my breast. Pleasure rushed through me, the friction intense.

He stabbed so deep into me. I could feel in my belly. My eyes rolled back into my head as he drew back his monster dick, my cunt clinging to him. He grunted on me and slammed in again, driving his cock even deeper into me.

“Lord, yes, what a tight, hot cunt,” he grunted. “How do you like it, whore? My big, Black dick reaming your cunt?”

“Love it,” I gasped. “Oh, Lord, yes. What a cock. Better than Daddy’s dick.”

“Of course the Right Honorable Gary Powell’s fucked his daughter,” he growled. “What a whore you raised, Mrs. Powell.”

“She takes after her mother.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I do,” I screamed, my fingers clawing at his white uniform as he rammed his huge dick over and over into my cunt.

My flesh clung to him. It was amazing. A Black man fucked me. This was so taboo. It might even be illegal. There were laws in some places against interracial coupling. And that just made this hotter. I loved forbidden sex. It was what made fucking Daddy and Mommy so hot.

And Mommy was with me, her lips nuzzling at my ear, whispering dirty, filthy words as I gasped and writhed beneath Earl and his mighty thrusts. He fucked me with all his strength, the headboard crashing into the wall, his dick ramming over and over into me. The pleasure swelled in the depths of my cunt, grown by his shaft’s plunges.

“How much do you love his big, Black dick, whore?” she hissed. “How much does my sinful daughter love a Black man’s cock?”

“So much, Mommy,” I gasped, my pussy clenching on his dick. “I love it a lot. Oh, yes. Oh, Lord, Mommy, he’s in my cunt so deep.”

“Are you going to cum on his cock, little harlot? Is your sinful, wicked, slutty hole going to explode on his big, Black dick?”

“Yes,” I hissed, my fingernails scraping across his back, my pussy clenching on his monstrous shaft.

“Do it. Let Mommy hear you howl!”

I turned my head, staring into my mommy’s blue eyes. My body trembled. My fat nipples rubbed against his shirt as he plunged into me. He grunted above me, working that wonderful dick over and over into me.

The pressure swelled in me. Stars burst in my eyes. I clenched my cunt down on his dick, absorbing every bit of the pleasure as I saw the mad lust in Mommy’s eyes. She wanted her little girl to cum on the Black man’s huge cock.

So I did.

“Mommy!” I screamed as my pussy convulsed on the huge, thrusting dick. “Yes, yes, yes. His dick is amazing. I’m cumming so hard on it. Oh, yes. Oh, Lord, Mommy. I’m such a whore. I love his cock. I love it so much. It’s making me cum so hard. Watch me be a whore, Mommy. Watch me be a slut. A complete, wanton hussy!”

“I’m watching,” she hissed, her breasts jiggling. I realized she was masturbating to her daughter fucking a Black man, both hand plunged between her thighs, pumping fingers in and out of her sinful hole. Her eyes burned as she stared into mine.

I thrashed beneath Earl, savoring his girth, the pleasure boiling through my thoughts. his dick kept hammering into me. Huge, monstrous, reaching into my guts. I groaned as my tight flesh ached about Girne Escort his dick.

“Shit,” he grunted. “Shit, this is tight, hot cunt. Oh, damn, Mrs. Powell, your daughter is a dirty, filthy whore.”

“She is!” Mommy’s face contorted. Her blue eyes squeezed shut. She came, thrashing beside us. “She is such a filthy whore!”

A second orgasm exploded through me. I loved it. My pussy milked Earl’s cock as he reamed into my pussy. He grunted, shuddered, and then rammed his cock deep into my depths. As I quivered in absolute delight, his cum spurted into my cunt. The Black man’s seed splashed inside of me. I gasped, loving it, savoring how depraved this was.

And then Mommy kissed me. Our tongues brushed each other, sharing our passion at this wonderful moment. I spasmed and trembled. Earl groaned atop me, his dick spurting a final time. And then he was pulling out of me, standing up, putting his dick away.

Mommy kept kissing me.

“Ma’am, Miss Alexandra,” he said as he put on his hat. “Pleasure delivering you milk. I’ll be back next Monday.”

And I knew I would be waiting to help Mommy pay. It was so wicked to prostitute ourselves for milk.

Earl left as Mommy and I shared in our lesbian, incestuous delight, my body buzzing from my first experience with a Black man. I knew it wouldn’t be the last. I was a preacher’s sinful daughter that had to fuck every cock, regardless of race, I could.

Especially the big, Black ones.

* * *

I paid Earl the following Monday and the one after that. At first, Mommy and I found it hard to balance our household chores with fucking each other while Daddy was at church ministering to his flock. But we found it by the first Friday, making sure we cleaned the house before we enjoyed an afternoon of naughty fun. That night, Mommy came with us when I danced at the Pink Velvet. She even followed me on stage. The men loved her, and we gave lap dances together.

Emmy approved. He enjoyed fucking Mommy’s ass as much as mine.

After the second time Mommy danced at the Pink Velvet Club, I noticed Daddy talking to Emmy. They both glanced at me as I worked my cunt up and down a customer’s dick, dancing on his lap for the $10 bill clutched in my hand. Their looks made me suspicious. Something was up. Something exciting.

Like my first gangbang?

All week, I pestered Daddy and Mommy like the eager daughter I was. I wanted to know what was going on. They told me not to make plans on Saturday, that we had special “mission” work to do. I just knew it had to be my first gangbang, but they wouldn’t admit it. Mommy just gave me these teasing smiles and told me to weed the garden or sweep the kitchen or set the dinner table.

I would catch her on the phone, talking in a low, sultry purr, her true voice and not the airy one she used to pretend to be a prim and proper housewife. It had to be my gangbang. I couldn’t think what else it could be that was so special about Saturday.

And time dragged. It was the worse. Not even sex with Mommy, enjoying one of her many lovers during the afternoon, helped past the time. Apparently, Mommy entertained plenty of gentleman while I was at school and after she had finished cleaning the house, the wicked slut. At night, Daddy enjoyed me whenever he wanted, especially right in front of Mommy. Once even in the middle of dinner.

Well, I was rubbing my foot on his crotch beneath the table.

But he wouldn’t tell me what the plan was. I had an itch that nothing would scratch.

When Saturday finally came, Mommy set out a typical school outfit for me, long skirt, knee-high socks, a conservative blouse. My underwear was equally plain and boring. A simple, white bra to contain my large tits, and a pair of boring panties. No interesting cut. No lace. Nothing. She put my blonde hair into pigtails complete with pink ribbons like I was a little girl. And very little makeup. Just a touch. No bright-red lips or smoky eyeshadow. It made me look girlish and innocent.

“Why like this?” I asked.

She just smiled at me.

“For the gangbang?”

Another smile, so motherly and mysterious. “Trust me, Alexandra, you will remember this day for the rest of your life.”

I tried to wheedle it out of Daddy during breakfast, sidling close to him, stroking his thighs. He was so stern and tall. When he said, “Stop asking, Alexandra. I will not spoil the surprise.” I knew he meant it. He was such a sexy man with the wings of gray streaking through his black hair. A monstrous cock, like Earl’s, wasn’t everything a man needed. There was plenty of other things that made them sexy.

But a big cock did help.

We left after breakfast, piling into the Buick, mother in her normal, conservative dress, her hair coiffed like Jackie Kennedy’s. I sat on the bench seat between them, bouncing as Daddy backed the Buick out of the driveway, and we were off to LA like we had gone so many times. We passed the Sunset Tower, the hotel where we had our first threesome as a family, and entered the seedy part of the sunset strip, passing the adult bookstores and the Sunset Playhouse. I smiled, remembering the glory hole and the cocks I sucked after watching my first stag film. And then Daddy pulled up at the Pink Velvet. There were a surprising number of cars parked before it at 9 AM. The club didn’t open until 3 PM.

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Late Night Truth or Dare – Sarah

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Author’s Note: This tells the same tale as Late Night Truth or Dare but from the perspective of Bobby’s sister Sarah. This story fills in much of the context missing from Bobby’s perspective, but in turn, misses much of the action in Bobby’s room. These companion pieces can be read in either order, and the other is not required to enjoy this one. If you feel something is missing or simply desire the complete story, please check out Late Night Truth or Dare.

The summer hadn’t gone as planned. After I graduated high school, I’d expected to spend my final months at home partying and being spoiled by my soon-to-be empty-nester parents. My brother, who graduated several years prior, had lived it up, having free rein to do as he pleased. My parents, who’d been strict until he graduated, had said he would be unsupervised at college, so he might as well get used to it before leaving. They didn’t extend me the same leniency. With me, their preexisting overprotective behavior continued. They claimed it was dangerous for a young girl to be so free. When I argued I’d been eighteen for several months, they countered that I should cherish my innocence while it lasted. It was easier for them to let my brother grow up. Maybe because he was a boy, or perhaps because I would always be the baby of the family.

There’d been no wild parties, only sleepovers with my friend’s parents asleep down the hall. I hadn’t been drunk or stoned all summer, with our hookup having gone on vacation with his folks. Worst of all, there’d been no boys to fool around with, meaning I couldn’t gain experience before college as desired. My group of friends was dorky, and not even their recently developed bodies could pull them from the dredges of the social hierarchy. Our social fates were sealed long before our senior year rolled around, with only a few brave nerds testing the waters with date requests. It took more than a nice set of boobs to make people forget years of public humiliation. Not that I even had the boobs.

Two of my friends, Ashley and Dee, had been able to break through and hook up with guys. This came from their willingness to do whatever the boys wanted, and never included party invites or non-sexual hangs. Dee, a big-breasted Korean American, had quickly gained a reputation around school as the girl guys asked out for a sure thing. She would put out for pretty much anyone who bought her dinner. Ashley, a bubbly blonde with a short and athletic build, was known for her head game. She was more discerning about who she let fuck her but was quick to suck a guy off in consolation. She told me she once blew the entire starting lineup of our school’s basketball team, a claim I can’t verify, but I don’t doubt.

I and my two other best friends, Bella and Candace, were still virgins. Bella, a Mexican American of mostly Spanish descent, had made it to third base with a few guys but hadn’t felt comfortable going all the way. Candice, a thin African American with small breasts, was the best runner at our school, but that didn’t get her laid. Her lingering celibacy wasn’t from a poverty of desire. My body was similar to Candace’s, except I was a pale as can be ginger. Candice and I met on the cross country team and hadn’t done more than some heavy petting with a few teammates, who were not the biggest catches on campus. This was supposed to be the summer it changed for us virgins. That, however, required being able to go to parties to meet boys. Hopefully, ones from different schools who didn’t know we were social kryptonite.

To cap it off, my brother Bobby had unexpectedly come home for the summer. I wasn’t too upset as we had always gotten along, but having a doting older brother back in the house made me feel like a child again. It was not always a bad thing. Having him around made me happy, and his arms always felt supportive when he gave me a bear hug, like he would do anything for me. He was also very good-looking, which my friends particularly relished. I surreptitiously ogled him as well, unable to convince myself that it was wholly platonic. Ashley had been openly crushing on him, and I am sure none of my other friends would pass up a night with him.

I couldn’t blame them. I had once accidentally walked in on Bobby getting out of the shower, and his cock was huge, even when flaccid. I could only imagine what it looked like hard. In fact, I’d given the better part of two weeks to exploring that idea. I learned to masturbate while thinking about my brother naked, though never dreaming of actually making a move on him. There was a taboo concerning incest for a reason, but I presumed it innocuous to fantasize about him. Even so, I kept it to myself, not even reporting to my four most loyal confidants.

My friends and I were going to Bella’s for a sleepover, the closest we came to partying, but I thought we were due for a change of plans when my brother said he was going out to the bars. I texted them to see if they’d agree.

Me: Hey girls! My parents are out of town, and my brother is going out drinking with some friends. I doubt he’ll make it home. Lefkoşa Escort Want to party here instead?

Bella: That’s cool with me. Does anyone have any weed?

Me: No, but I might be able to get into my parents’ liquor cabinet.

Dee: Sounds good.

Candice: I’m in.

Ashley: Me too. Too bad your brother won’t be there 😉

I’d lied to my friends, although I didn’t think they’d be upset. My brother almost always found his way home, usually completely shit-faced, making him prime for seduction. We just needed to figure out who’d be the lucky girl. I was sure Ashley would put up the biggest fight, given the length of her crush, but we were all horny, so I hoped we could find a way to share. It wouldn’t be the first time we’d messed around with each other. While a part of me wanted to jump my brother’s bones, I imagined the best scenario was watching him with one or more of my friends. I thought they’d accept that, and it would prevent me from becoming the sick girl who fucked her brother. I didn’t want that stigma, even if it wouldn’t accompany me to college.

I rummaged high and low for the key to my parents’ liquor chest. It wasn’t in any drawer, nor was it stored amongst any of the other keys. I’d marketed my house on the potential to get wasted, but now I couldn’t even offer that. All I had was a shelf full of DVDs and a drunk and hopefully horny brother, which I wanted to remain a secret for as long as I could manage.

When the girls arrived, bearing gifts of chips and cookies, no one appeared upset about the booze. It was par for the course the way the summer had gone. We settled in for a marathon of romantic comedies, starting with the classic of Mean Girls. We had all watched it more than twenty times, but we never grew tired of the plastics getting their comeuppance. I invariably enjoyed the talent show, having less to do with being attracted to girls dancing on stage in short skirts and more about wanting to be like them. I would never dare to put myself out there in such a sensual fashion, particularly in the face of a crowd. Although, I did occasionally have a taste for girls, so maybe it was a little about being attracted to them.

After much deliberation, Ashley pulled the next movie from the shelf, Cruel Intentions, a 90’s sexually charged romantic drama, which is profoundly problematic these days. It had an unusually pertinent plot point. Kathryn, played by Sarah Michelle Gellar, offers to sleep with her stepbrother if he wins a bet that he can seduce Reese Witherspoon’s character. A two-for-one deal if he succeeds.

“Would you sleep with Bobby if he was your stepbrother?” Dee stared me down.

“I… I have no idea, but I know Ashley still would.”

“Damn right, I would. He’s fucking fine.” Ashely mimicked sucking Bobby’s cock.

“You’re such a slut,” Candice interjected, “this movie is fucked up, by the way.”

“That’s why Ashley likes it so much,” Dee teased.

“What’re we watching next?” Bella piped up, clearly wanting to move on from the topic.

“Actually, I hopefully have a surprise for you. I kinda lied about my brother being gone for the night. I’m expecting him to come home, probably pretty drunk. Since it has been a bummer of a summer, I thought we could play Truth or Dare when he arrives. Maybe someone will get lucky. I know all of you, not just Ashley, would totally fuck him. What do you all think?”

“You would totally fuck Bobby if he was your stepbrother!” Dee hopped to her feet in excitement. “I hoped he’d come home.”

When Dee returned, she was wearing a white babydoll nighty, the outlines of her dark nipples visible through the lace cups that clung tightly to her breasts. About the size of grapefruits, her tits looked huge on her petite frame, her powerful hips and thighs finishing a well-proportioned figure.

“Where’d that come from?” Ashley seemed annoyed she hadn’t thought to bring something similar, just in case Bobby showed up.

Dee smiled and shrugged in response, triggering a rush from the other girls to make themselves as fuckable as possible. Ashley was the first to return, having donned a simple oversized t-shirt. It did little for her figure, but it fell tantalizingly high on her thighs, her ass cheeks threatening to display themselves with every move. Her breasts, now free from her bra, swayed hypnotically under the loose shirt. Bella wore a pair of satin booty shorts with a white tank top so thin her areolas were visible in the center of her perky handful-sized tits. Candace didn’t have anything appealing to change into, opting for a pair of baggy running shorts and a white sports bra. The outfit showed off her toned belly, which was always pleasing to look at and rest one’s head on. I didn’t attempt to look sexy for my brother, opting to put on my standard pajama pants and a t-shirt. Unlike Ashley, I didn’t have the breasts to sway seductively, whether I wore a bra or not.

“When will he be home?” Ashley asked, a little too eagerly.

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Everyone moved to the front window, waiting for the Uber to arrive, hoping to see my brother first, as if that laid claim to him for the night. I hung back, demonstrating a lack of excitement around what might occur when my brother arrived. I prayed he wasn’t excessively loaded. There’s a fine line separating pliable and passed out, abnormally narrow if there was any hope of me being in the room when it happened.

Ashley was the first to see the headlights advancing up the street. She bounded towards the front door, the hem of her shirt floating up to reveal a cute pair of panties underneath. I had half expected her to be completely nude under the shirt. I guess she felt flashing her cooch at my brother might come off as desperate. The rest of us watched through the window as he stumbled towards the house. He was drunk, but was he coherent enough to play Truth or Dare? We left Ashley to persuade him to play, the rest of us retreating to the living room, prepared to act like we weren’t awaiting him.

“Oh, hi Bobby. We weren’t expecting you home tonight.” We heard Ashley after opening the front door. Her acting was obvious, to those of us in the know.

I sat on the sofa, foreseeing my brother taking the unoccupied seat beside me. The rest of the girls formed a semi-circle in front of me. We’d previously removed the coffee table to sprawl on the carpet while watching the movies. We looked prim, sitting with our legs crossed, backs straight, and our hands in our laps. Entirely proper, save the revealing attire of my conspirators.

“Well, don’t just stand there. Come join us. We’re about to play a game.” We heard Ashley say before she came bouncing towards us, giving my brother a good view as he staggered behind her.

We girls traded glances as we sought to play it cool, not wanting to give away the forthcoming seduction. We should’ve planned it better, not leaving it to the individuals to operate independently. If we worked as a team then we’d surely get what we wanted, but if we fought against each other, we might turn him off, possibly sending him to bed before anyone was satisfied.

Bobby stood, swaying ever so slightly, taking in the sights, his eyes shooting from one girl to the next. He was working at being polite and not gawking, albeit unsuccessfully. He was unable to resist Dee in her babydoll and Bella in her sheer tank top, his eyes lingering on their breasts long enough for all to notice. I saw his eyes dart to Bella’s crotch after noticing the visible camel toe from her shorts pulled tight against her cunny, a lack of underwear allowing the fabric to slip between her lips.

He paid little attention to Candace. She was abruptly shy, hunching her back and glancing away from my brother when his eyes met hers. I hoped Bobby’s disinterest was due to this avoidance and not because of her body. We shared many features, only a difference in hair and skin color making us unique.

“I thought you said we were playing a game. Where’s the board?” Bobby replied as he relaxed next to me.

Ashley hadn’t explained what we were playing, perhaps thinking Truth or Dare would be too presumptuous to mention at the front door. I zoned out the rest of the exchange, my brother and Ashley bickering about whether or not Truth or Dare was an entertaining game. I wasn’t sure where Ashley had played Truth or Dare. At least that had materialized into anything more than gossip and weak ass dares. It didn’t matter though, as tonight had the potential to be wild. All the girls involved were willing to go as far as my brother wanted. He just didn’t know that yet.

“I’ll go first,” I spoke up. “If you get challenged, you get to go next. Deal?”

I dared my brother to open my parents’ liquor cabinet, which I knew was key to the rest of the night being fun. As sexually outgoing as Ashley and Dee were, the rest of us were relatively shy. We needed some liquid courage to get us over the hump. I wasn’t sure even Ashley and Dee would be up to the task while sober. Both of them had only been with high school boys, and my brother was about to be a college senior.

The game got off to a slow start, with most of my friends taking truths, still too sober to get into the dares. My brother, for his part, was trying to push the game in a sexual direction, asking Candice which of us was the biggest slut. She outed Dee with little surprise to anyone besides Ashley. I got dared to mix us all drinks, which I did with glee, making sure to add more than enough liquor to each glass. Ashley then proceeded to make a blunder by challenging my brother to chug his drink. He was already drunk enough, and I was afraid this would put him over the edge.

My brother, still hanging in, asked Dee who sucked the best dick and who ate the best pussy. She didn’t hesitate in saying Ashley gave the best blow jobs, but really who could tell. The only accurate way would be for us all to go down on my brother and let him be the judge. I got nervous Girne Escort as I was the only one who’d eaten out Dee, and sure enough, she outed me for that. My face turned red at the information being communicated to my brother. I wasn’t sure how he’d take it. It’d been earlier in the summer during a sleepover. We’d started watching porn, and well, one thing led to another.

We’d talked about how boys sucked at eating pussy which led to experimenting on each other, seeing if we could do any better. After a few minutes, we all forgot why we were doing it and eased into having fun. The next day everyone was awkward and shy, but we’d quickly moved past it. I am sure it was in the back of everyone’s minds as we worked to seduce my brother. Sadly, I’d made it further with my friends than I had with any boy I’d been with.

The girls started to bicker, accusing each other of dressing provocatively to seduce my brother, which I knew would turn him off. He never liked arguments, especially when he wasn’t allowed to have a say. I began to worry we’d lost him as his focus drifted. It could’ve been the extra alcohol, or it could’ve been the game stalling over an internal debate about clothing choices. The topic was finally changed, but the damage was done. After a few rapid-fire rounds of truth revealed that none of us were on birth control, my brother stood and called it a night, declaring he’d drank too much. I believe he’d have stayed if the girls had been more prepared to pick dare, but the lackluster beginning to the game hadn’t supplied him with the hope of any real fun.

“Sleep tight, Bobby. I hope you dream of us, especially me,” Ashley called out as my brother walked away, “although it still won’t be as good as if you stay.”

We all giggled, knowing Ashley was serious. It was too late; my brother had given up on anything intimate happening. In retrospect, we should’ve known he would grow tired and prepared a more direct and immediate approach. However, still being sober, none of us would’ve been up to the task, even if we’d planned it better.

“We might as well get shit-faced now.” Dee chugged the rest of her drink, motioning for the rest of us to follow.

I soon had another round poured and served to my friends. They were just as strong as the previous, quickly propelling our inexperienced bodies towards debauchery.

“Shall we continue the game? I could use some fun, even if your brother is a lightweight,” Dee suggested, glancing in my direction.

“Sure, who’s turn is it?” Candace asked.

“Mine,” Bella announced, “Ashley, truth or dare?”

I had a feeling things would ramp up quickly. The extra couple of shots had loosened us up, putting us where we should’ve been when Bobby got home. It’d been a good plan, but it failed without access to the liquor.

“Dare. Let’s get this game going,” Ashley announced.

“Take off your shirt for the rest of the game.”

Ashley didn’t hesitate, standing and pulling the baggy shirt over her head. My eyes focused on her bright red panties before shifting to her gorgeous breasts as they slipped from under the fabric.

“What size are those anyway?” Candace asked, a hint of jealousy in her voice.

“Thirty-four double D.”

“Well, you have me beat. I’m only a thirty-two D,” Dee added.

“How appropriate,” Bella laughed at the unintended joke. “I’m a thirty C if anyone cares.”

“We all care, Bella. Anyway, it’s better than my thirty-two A’s. These are sad.” I cupped my tiny breasts through my shirt, trying to give them a shake.

Candace, who I always assumed to be the same size as me because we’d shared bras, turned out to be a thirty B. She explained it was a sister size, but I didn’t fully understand. Nevertheless, we were both small compared to the other girls, making up for it with our toned tummies and long legs.

“Alright, Candace, truth or dare?” Ashley asked.

“Before she answers. We all know pretty much everything about each other, so why don’t we just skip the truths?” Dee suggested.

She had a good point. There wasn’t much to learn about each other. There might be some sordid details here or there, but those would come out eventually. We all wanted the night to turn into our early summer sleepover. We just didn’t have the guts to say it aloud. Asking only dares, especially if we kept it sexual, would get us all naked with a faceful of snatch in no time. We all agreed to stick to dares, although we required another round of drinks first.

“Okay then, Candace, pick one of us and suck on her breasts for a minute.”

Ashley would’ve been the obvious choice as she was already topless and had the best jugs of the five. Candace, however, surprised us all and picked me.

“Also, if you have to remove clothing as part of a dare, then you must keep it off until we’re finished,” Ashley added.

I sunk into the couch, leaning back as Candace yanked my shirt over my head. She hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and taking a nipple into her mouth. She was gentle at first, but as the seconds ticked by, she increased the pressure and even started to nibble with her teeth. I wanted her to slide a hand down my pajamas, but that wasn’t part of the dare. I had to settle for the nipple play. When the time was up, she leaned back and gave me a wink, leaving me with a glistening and erect nipple.

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I work part time at a local grocery store in our thriving little town, while attending my first year at a university in a larger city. My friendship with Mary-Louise, a divorced mother of one teenage daughter, blossomed over the past year. We were 17 years apart in age, yet we could share our most intimate, sensual desires with each other.

We flirted and often stole little kisses and, to my surprise; she enjoyed rubbing her lovely little ass against my crotch anytime the occasion presented itself. However, I never dreamed that our friendship would extend much beyond the shop floor. It heightened my astonishment when Mary-Louise asked me over for dinner to meet her older sister, Jessie, and her 18-year-old daughter, Ashley.

It was a warm fall evening. The stars were twinkling, and the moon was shining as I walked up the sidewalk to the front entrance of her apartment building. I hit the buzzer. Seconds later, she announced that she’d be right down. While I waited for her, I took a quick look around the area, noticing that her apartment building was in a nice, quiet neighbourhood.

“Hi Glen, please come on in.”

My heart fluttered as Mary-Louise tossed her dark, wavy hair and smiled. She has a lip – smacking medium-sized body and stands about 5`6″ tall and weighs 115 pounds. She wore a scarlet off-the-shoulder mini dress with a floral print. Her perfume was exquisite and delicately fresh.

She took my hand, leading me up the stairs to her apartment, then to the sofa. “Have a seat, Glen. Ashley and Jessie will be out in a minute.”

Mary-Louise’s nickel size areolas and her nipples caught my attention; thanks to a lamp next to the sofa, I could see the shape of her petite hips and her inner thighs through the sheer, silky fabric of her dress. I also saw that she wasn’t wearing panties, and that she had a thick black bush. I developed a carnal, mind-blowing crush on her.

“Excuse me, I have to put something in the oven. Dinner will be ready in an hour.”

While Mary-Louise went into the kitchen, I sat and looked around the living room. They cheerfully decorated it with some old Norman Rockwell style paintings on the wall. A small table with a white tablecloth stood next to the sliding glass door that leads to the balcony. On the table there were several photographs, perhaps of family and friends. A large television console stood along the wall opposite to me. A big plush, beige coloured chair sat next to the sofa off to the right, filled with soft, oversized pillows and stuffed animals. Cat toys littered the floor throughout the apartment, although I didn’t see one that night.

After several minutes, Mary-Louise returned and sat herself down on the sofa next to me. We talked about her job, the store, and some of the upcoming sales. Soon, the conversation changed.

“How were classes today?”

“Okay, I guess, nothing too exciting.”

“Is that sexy professor you like still around?”

“Yeah, she’s still there. She’s not teaching my course anymore. They moved her to another one.”

“Aww, maybe someday, we could arrange something between us.”

“Oh Mary, now you’re getting me hard!”

“Good, a young man should always be hard. Especially around me.” she snickered.

Mary-Louise stood up from the sofa to flaunt herself, turning around several times before facing me once again. “Do you like my new dress? It shows off my body really well, doesn’t it!”

“It shows everything I want to see; I love it. You look so gorgeous in it.”

“Aww… thanks! Do I look hot too?”

“Oh Shit, you’re burning up in that dress!”

Mary-Louise grinned, then sort of flopped down on the sofa, putting her right arm underneath my left arm, then wrapping her hand inside mine and locking fingers. She gave me a long, fervent kiss on the lips. I was just about to push my luck and touch one of her medium-sized breasts when Ashley came out and gave her mother a hug and a long kiss. Her timing pissed me off a bit. But I did not know. However, that my luck would change for the better that evening.

“Glen, meet my daughter Ashley.”

I responded with a big smile, “Hey Ashley, your mom talks about you all the time!”

“Uh-oh, Mom, you didn’t tell him the cat story, did you?” Ashley looked at her mom, somewhat embarrassed.

“Oh Shit,” Mary-Louise laughed and waved her hand in the air. “Glen, she’s referring to the time about a year ago when she was taking a bath. Our cat was walking along the edge of the tub, slipped and fell into the soapy water. Fritz shot out, and Ashley tried to catch him to dry him off. But she left the apartment door open with just a crack, and the cat slipped through the opening. As I was walking up the stairs, the cat came running down, with Ashley hot on his tail, bare ass, tits swinging and everything. The cat raced down the stairs till it ran out of places to run. I spun around to follow them. The downstairs neighbours, an elderly couple, just stepped out of their apartment, saw her flying by in all her nudity, Girne Escort and followed them. Ashley caught the cat, stormed past the old couple, who looked at her, disgusted by her nakedness. To piss the old couple off, she told him he should come up for a quick fuck sometime, then she and the cat took off upstairs. I learned that day I had a slut for a daughter, a rude one, too.”

“Mom…” Ashley whined. “Damn you Mom!”

Ashley loves it when her mother tells that story. She stood in front of me with an embarrassed smile, giggling.

Ashley is a year younger than me, and she looks like a younger version of her mother, except she has beautiful light blonde hair that curls inwards at the shoulders.

She’s dressed in a flimsy white tube top that came to an abrupt halt, exposing the bottom of her tiny boobs. Her washed black denim shorts at the top were unbuttoned, and the bottom rode high up her ass cheeks. Ashley was four foot-eleven inches tall and weighed 95 to a 100 pounds. It was no surprise to see her in bare feet with bright red toenails.

Ashley gave me a brief smile before bending down and giving me a sizzling embrace and a kiss, the kiss that a good girlfriend would give. I wrapped my arms around her perfect little waist and slid my palms up and down her back, feeling her warm, soft, pale flesh. As Ashley drew back, her top slid up, revealing her long brownish nipples. She pulled her top back down as if nothing happened. The material of her top did nothing to hide anything. In short, she may as well have gone topless.

“Damn, she’s my kind of girl,” I thought to myself as she seemed unconcerned about anyone seeing her naughty bits.

Her mother didn’t appear to be bothered by her dress, which in a way surprised me at first. But, then again, Mary-Louise’s dress showed almost as much of her body as Ashley’s. In the store, I’ve seen young girls chastised or scoffed at for wearing far more clothing than what either of them wore that evening. To say I was hot and bothered that night would be a vast understatement.

Mary-Louise moved over to allow Ashley to sit next to me. Ashley and I connected; within minutes, she cuddled up to me on the sofa.

Jessie appeared just as Mary-Louise was ready to say something. Her hair was black with greyish streaks, and parted in the middle, falling to her ribs. Jessie looked every bit as attractive as the other two females. She had on a brown mesh top with a wavy design that showed off her puffy nipples. Her white pants were thin and silky, highlighting a rather large camel toe. She looked to be the same height as Mary-Louise, but was a couple of pounds heavier. It took everything I had not to jump her.

“Glen, I want you to meet my sister, Jessie.” Mary-Louise laughed. “She’s the slut of the family.”

“She’s right about me being a slut. My mind is always on sex all day. How about you, Glen? Do you think about sex too?” Jessie smiled and gave me a hug and a quick kiss. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Hi, I guess I do too.” I replied with some shyness.

“You sure don’t talk much, do you?” Ashley said, her voice breaking with laughter.

Mary-Louise kidded, “Let him get to know you better. He never shuts up any other time.”

“Thanks, Mary,” I joked. “I’ll remember that next time you want some extra beef.”

“Ahh… temper, temper!” she teased.

The four of us sat and joked around for a moment, then Mary-Louise announced dinner was ready. We took our seats at a tiny, intimate table for four. Because it was dark outside and the lights were dim, it cast a dark shadow throughout the dining room. All it needed was a few candles and it would’ve felt romantic.

There was a brief period of silence. The only sounds you could hear were the clanking of dishes filled with food and cutlery as they were being passed around the table.

“So, Glen, do you have a girlfriend or anyone to fuck?” Aunt Jessie asked bluntly.

“No, I don’t have anyone.” I replied.

“Why don’t you?” I realized I was on the hot seat at that point, and they put aside the niceties; they were measuring me up. Mmm… why would this be? I wondered?

“Guess I’m not good looking enough.” I shrugged. Aunt Jessie is not one to mince her words. Her approach to questioning may intimidate some people. However, I didn’t mind her open questions.

“Mmm… I dunno. You’re cute enough. Maybe you chase after the wrong type of girls.” She said as she took a bite of her celery stick.

“I’m not interested in the glamour type, if that’s what’s on your mind. I’m attracted to personalities over huge boobs.”

After a few more targeted inquiries, Jessie responded with one last question. “Does nudity worry you, or would letting your cock hang out in front of a group of girls bother you?”

“Hell no, a female seeing me naked doesn’t bother me at all,” I sighed. “I’m more concerned about the prudes who get offended and want to call the cops.”

Jessie whispered to her sister. Kıbrıs Escort “Don’t let this one get away. He could be fun.”

“Well, you can come over, pull your pecker out and hang out with us anytime you want.” Mary-Louise said as she rose to get the dessert from the kitchen.

“Thanks Mary.” I chuckled, but I didn’t really believe that she meant it.

After dinner, Aunt Jessie and Mary-Louise each lit up cigarettes, and we loitered around the table, chatting. After a while, the two sisters stood up and cleared the table.

Ashley grabbed and squeezed my hand and motioned for me to follow her. We strolled into the living area and sat down on the couch. She sat next to me, feet on the sofa, legs spread, and grabbed the remote, which she used to turn on the television. She put her hand between her legs and began caressing herself through her denim shorts after a few quiet moments of watching television.

“Mmm, Glen, will you put your arm around me?”

Without hesitation, I encircled Ashley and held her firmly against my chest while she rested her head on my shoulder. Her hand moved from playing with her clit to caressing my thigh. I could feel my rocket getting ready to launch.

“Do you think I’m attractive?” Ashley asked, her gaze still fixed on the television.

“Oh geez, you look incredible!”

“Would I be the type of girl you’d just whip your dick out and bang without a second thought.?”

“Oh Shit, oh yeah!.”

Ashley looked up without lifting her head, and with a brief glance, she giggled, then returned to rubbing herself and watching the show.

“Do you think my mom and Aunt Jessie are attractive too?” she asked.

“Are you kidding? Damn right they are… they’re gorgeous!”

“Could you fuck them too?”

“In a heartbeat!” I fired back.

“Does it disgust you if we like to play together sexually, I mean?” Ashley asked.

“Nope, not at all… in fact, it sounds great.”

“Would you hang out with us sometime?”

“Oh yeah, I’d love to. Is this line of questioning going somewhere?” I asked inquisitively.

“MMm… mm… It’s going everywhere.” Ashley said, laughing.

Ashley laid her head back on the sofa and continued watching television and fingering herself. A few moments later, she stuck two fingers in my mouth. “Mmm… how do my fingers taste?”

“I dunno, I may need another sample to confirm my thoughts.” I flirted.

“You know where to get more. There’s more than enough for you. But, you know what, I’ve got a better idea.” She said as she ran the tip of her index finger over my shorts, along my now hardened shaft.

“As long as the well doesn’t dry up. I’ll take all I can get.” I teased.

“Does it bother you if I play with your pecker?”

I simply nodded no, as if I would’ve had a choice with her, anyway.

She slid her tiny hand between my legs and the material of my shorts, then gently grasped my stiff penis, pulling it out and cradling it in her silky soft hand. Her face was alight as her eyes twinkled, and her pearly white teeth formed the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen.

“As long as I get to play with those perfect tits,” I expressed.

Ashley busted up laughing and flashed a grin. “Glen, you’ve seen my boobies at least a hundred times already tonight, every time my top cropped up.

Ashley added. “Believe me when I say I will not stop you. You are free to do anything you want with whatever you want.”

Ashley jumped up and stood with one foot on the floor and a knee on the sofa. As she pulled her little tube top over her head, her silky light blonde hair clung to it like a tangled knot. Ashley threw her black shorts and her pink panties on the floor by the coffee table. Then she quickly adjusted her hair. Ashley had a small, single rose tattooed on the crease between her bare pussy and her upper leg. Her labia looked stunning, with just a hint of blackness at the margins. She stood in front of me, and with her fingers she separated her lips, revealing her beautiful pink hole.

She smiled and looked me in the eye. “Does my pussy look nice, Glen?”

“Damn, it’s so hard not to fall in love with you, Ash. You’ve got an amazing body.” I said as my eyes wandered over her tiny frame, taking in her heavenly beauty.

Ashley wrapped her arms around my neck and laid on top of me, peppering me with kisses. My hands were all over her body and through her lustrous, blonde hair. She slipped my shorts off, then I removed my t-shirt, socks and tossed them to the floor as well.

“Wow… you’ve got a huge boner there, Glen!” Ashley exclaimed as she placed her soft, pert lips against my hard shaft before she swallowed it whole. Someone who was well-versed in the technique of fellatio taught her well. I wonder who it was, her mom or Aunt Jessie.

“Trust me, it’s easy to get a boner around you.”

“Aww… thank you, that’s lovely!” She said as she continued taming my manhood with her tongue.

“Would you Magosa Escort like to finger my pussy and eat me now, Glen?”

“You bet I would. Lay on your back and spread wide.”

As I drew my nose closer to Ashley’s inner thigh, her aroma reminded me of damp cut grass and white wine. Her bodily secretions, however, had the flavour of a great red wine.

I ended up spending a lot of time playing with her wootsie. If Ashley’s attitude is any indicator, I doubt she would be happy with plain vanilla sex; instead, I imagined she’d want it spicy and rough. In my perspective, Ashley grew up in not only a loving home, but one that didn’t have limits or view sex just as means of reproduction, a money grab or as a taboo. Mary-Louise and Jessie emanated sensuality and Ashley grew up loving to look her best and having sex with none of society’s guilt.

I upped the ante a tad higher, but the ulterior motive was that I became smitten with her adorable little starfish. I’ve got a feeling it’s going to be a part of my most intimate fantasies for a while.

“Okay Ashley, I’m going to poke my finger into your pretty asshole.”

“Oh… go for it, Glen,” Ashley said, but stressed I should do it slowly. “At first it hurts a lot, because I haven’t grown used to doing this yet. But once my ass muscles loosen up, I enjoy having my asshole fingered and sucked by other people. You could be the first person to shove your cock in there if you’re good.”

I took my sweet time taking turns shoving my finger into her behind and licking her. “Would you like me to slip my cock in there now?”

“No, let’s do it later when Mom and Aunt Jessie can see us. They’d be proud of me having my first anal. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No… of course not!” I shook my head and assured her, but I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed.

Despite my repeated licking and kissing her clit, she had no noticeable response at first. I worked my way down between her knees to her tiny little feet, meticulously sucking each toe. I made my way up to her flat stomach, running my tongue around her belly button as I went. Her apricot-sized breasts, brownish nipples and areolas were the most beautiful I’d ever seen. Her nipples were long and hard.

Ashley’s lips looked and felt like a delicate red rose pedal. Her being the more aggressive kisser this time, she pressed her tongue into my mouth. Our two tongues danced like fairies on the point of a needle. Her saliva tasted like a mountain stream. She could get a guy off with just a simple, passionate kiss.

I inserted my stiff shaft into her tight little twat, and she let out a slight moan. Her teenage pussy didn’t require any lubrication; it was fine on its own.

We established our rhythm of kissing and making love after a couple of strokes. I had reached the purest state of bliss. Mary-Louise walked into the room with a nonchalant air about her, picking up our clothing from the floor and stacking them on the coffee table while she watched us having intercourse.

“Wow Ashley, it’s amazing to see you and Glen getting along so well.”

“Here, let me climb on top and you can relax for a bit.” Ashley instructed as she straddled her legs over me on both sides, then crouched down. I watched as my hard cock disappeared inside her.

As Ashley rode me, Mary-Louise stood by, a smile on her face, her hands brushing Ashley’s back and shoulders. Then we changed positions. I shagged her in a doggie fashion as she leaned over the back of the sofa. I began slamming Ashley as hard as I could, increasing the intensity of my blows with each passing moment.

“Holy Shit Glen, not so fucking hard.” Ashley snapped.

“Don’t cum inside her, please Glen.” Mary-Louise pleaded.

After I heard Mary-Louise, I quickly pulled out. She stood with her head beside my hip and put both arms around my waist. With one hand, she finished me with a hand-job. I unloaded over Ashley’s gorgeous round ass. Mary-Louise stood smiling beside Ashley, who was still in the doggy position, took a couple of fingers and smeared my sperm all over her daughter’s perfectly round bootie.

Aunt Jessie walked into the living room and detected sex in the air. “Whoa, someone just got laid, Did you just get laid Ashley?”

Ashley took another seat on the sofa, flushed and panting heavily. She leaned her head back and momentarily closed her eyes. Her hot, sticky skin pressed against me as she regained her composure.

Seconds later, she answered. “Yeah, Aunt Jessie, I just got a proper fucking… Holy Shit! Glen, you’re incredible!”

Aunt Jessie appeared to be happy with her niece’s success. She turned and walked out of the room, then returned seconds later with towels, which she handed to us. “Here, you two better dry yourselves off.”

We took Aunt Jessie’s suggestion and did just that. Ashley snuggled up to me once again. Mary-Louise sat up straight and proper in the big chair, hands on her lap, legs crossed, while Aunt Jessie perched on the armrest of the sofa, arms crossed and smiling; all the while, the four of us engaged in some light-hearted and sexy conversations.

After a while, Mary-Louise stood up and headed into the kitchen. Shortly after, I followed her.

Aunt Jessie looked at Ashley, a bit perplexed. “Where’s Glen going?”

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Aunt Lotus

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All characters are fictional, and are 18+ years old. If subjects like shemales, recreational drug use or family-based sexual acts are not your cups of tea then please move along – otherwise I hope you enjoy my story!

Please let me know if you’d like a part two, such as a club scene or a scene adding in one of Lotus’ other girls. Or maybe just Lotus actually fucking Lily? I value your feedback!

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“Auntie, I’m home!”

Lily bounced through the door, backpack slung over her shoulder from her last day of senior year. She shed her sandals and bag, bare feet digging happily into the soft, white carpet that blanketed her aunt Lotus’ living room. Lily had been living there for a year, the sweet, comforting scent of lilac greeting her warmly each time she stepped into the house, and she felt like her soul was finally healing from the loss of her parents.

Bolin and Mai Li had died in a car crash, leaving Lotus, Bolin’s sister, to take in their daughter. She had done so without hesitation, even though she hadn’t been prepared to welcome an eighteen year-old into her home, and after a year the two had formed a very close, comfortable bond.

So comfortable, in fact, that Lily had accidentally discovered her aunt’s secret two months before.

One night, when Lotus had come home from an evening of clubbing, she had passed out drunk on the couch. Her black, slinky micro-dress had ridden up, revealing red, silken panties that weren’t enough to contain the large, semi-hard cock peeking up from under the elastic. Lily recalled how her father had always said her aunt was ‘born different’, but he had never elaborated, simply stating that she liked her privacy. Now Lily understood why, and she was curious to find out more about her aunt’s unusual anatomy.

She left the sprawling living room, wandering through the luxurious, two-story house until she found herself in the backyard. There was still no sign of her aunt, though her car had been in the driveway, so Lily called out yet again.

“Auntie? Helloooo!”

After a moment the door to the small changing shed adjacent to the pool opened, her aunt and an unknown woman stepping out. They were both wearing plush bathrobes, the two women flushed and disheveled as they approached her.

“Welcome home, Lily. I trust your last day of school went well?”

Lily could see the outline of her aunt’s hard cock pressed against the soft material, the large bulge just begging to be ogled. There was no hint of clothing beneath the bathrobes, and the stranger’s had slid partially off one shoulder as if it had been thrown on hastily. Lily swallowed, forcing herself to look away from the taboo fascination. She gave Lotus a weak smile, her voice a bit tight as she replied.

“Umm, yeah, thanks. Just glad to be home. See you in a bit for dinner?”

Lotus nodded, her companion leaning in to whisper something as Lily turned to scurry inside. It wasn’t the first time she had walked in on Lotus with a woman, and while it was rarely the same woman twice they always looked very similar: young, petite, dark hair, perky breasts and long legs. Her aunt definitely had a strong preference, and now that Lily knew what lay between her legs she wasn’t surprised that beautiful, young women would flock to Lotus.

“Of course. I’ll meet you in the kitchen around five, and we can cook then, so in about an hour.”

Even with all of the money she made as a renowned lawyer Lotus still preferred to do activities such as cooking, rather than have a maid do it for her, and Lily loved the time they spent together in the kitchen. Her aunt would teach her how to make traditional family recipes, such as dim sum and baozi, and it was wonderful bonding time. Lotus was very open about most topics with Lily, never talking down to the young woman like she was still a child, and tonight Lily was determined to learn more about her aunt’s cock.

As the teen made her way upstairs she cursed the wetness gathering between her thighs. Her pussy was tingling, her clit aching as she thought about sex. She had had sex before, but not in quite some time, and she had already wrestled with the inner demons of just whom the cock she was imagining belonged to. The night she discovered her aunt had a cock she had masturbated, thoughts of what it would be like to fuck a woman with a dick burning through her mind, and now her fantasies were back with a vengeance. She had an hour before dinner, and she knew what she was about to spend that whole time doing.

Dinner came and went, the evening fast approaching as the two women dined. Once finished Lotus cleared their plates, and when she returned from the kitchen she was carrying two wine glasses. Lily, though never expressly forbidden, hadn’t drank before, and she had always been curious about the flavor of wine. Lotus beckoned for Lily to follow, leading the girl into the living room. She folded herself onto the couch, gently patting the seat next to her. Lily compiled, nestling herself back against Lefkoşa Escort the smooth, cool leather.

“Here, sit. Now that you’ve graduated I’m happy to allow you to be considered an adult, as you would be if our family were still in China, and as long as you’re safe and responsible with how you use them then I’ll supply you with any recreational substances you’d like. In fact, I likely have many such items already in the house.”

Lily’s eyes grew wide, her lips parted in surprise as she stared hard at her aunt. Lotus was never one to joke, and it was clear that she was serious about her statement. A flash of a plan formed in her mind, one that was both thrilling and would hopefully sate her curiosity.

“I know you sometimes smoke opium to relax; would you let me try some with you?”

Lotus studied Lily for a moment, gaze sharp as she slowly nodded.

“Yes, but I do get a bit…funny…when I smoke. It’s not something I typically do with others, as it can increase my libido and lower my practical judgment. If something happens, such as I find myself getting flirty, then I’ll excuse myself. Is that agreeable?”

Lily chuckled, shaking her head slightly.

“Yeah, no worries auntie. I’m around horny people allllll the time at school, so it’s not like you’d be any worse!”

There was no further push back, no dissuasion: Lotus merely stood, exiting the couch to return a few minutes later with her paraphernalia. Lily had learned that opioids made her aunt giggly and talkative, which is what she hoped would happen, and as Lotus sat up the pipe Lily took her first sip of wine. The bitter alcohol raced down her throat, the sting causing her to cough as she swallowed. A bit dripped down her chin, Lotus reaching out to gently wipe it away, and a faint blush crept across Lily’s cheeks at the contact.

Her plan worked.

An hour later Lotus was talking like a schoolgirl, her loosened lips eager to share anything with Lily that the teen asked. The women were high, the combination of alcohol and opium giving them a relaxed, carefree attitude. Lily took a deep breath, her gamble at venturing into unknown territory about to reveal itself.

“Auntie, have you always had a cock?”

That question caught Lotus off guard, the woman downing the rest of her wine before speaking. She was quiet for so long that Lily almost thought she wasn’t going to answer, but she finally did.

“Yes, always. Your grandparents thought I was a boy, until I started developing breasts and womanly hips at age twelve. Then they didn’t know what to make of me, but they loved me nonetheless. They died when your father and I were in our early twenties, which is when we came here to America.”

Lily scooted across the empty couch seat between them, gently wrapping her arms around her aunt. They embraced for a moment, both of the women immediately hyper-aware of how their bodies were so close together. Lily’s nipples quickly grew hard, the nubs pressing against the silk of her private school uniform, and her recently-masturbated pussy began to moisten again as she thought about how close to a big dick she was. Lotus was no better, her treacherous cock springing to life as her petite, beautiful niece embraced her. She let the hug happen, but only for a moment before she tried to pull back.

“Lily, I think I should go to my room…”

Lotus made to extract herself from the hug, but Lily only clung tighter.

“No auntie, please! I want you to stay with me.”

Lotus’ attempt to stand had only entangled them further, Lily’s thighs now being spread by Lotus’ knee. The girl had pressed herself in even tighter, a hand resting on Lotus’ hip as she wiggled herself against her aunt.

“Pleaseeeee?”

Damn, her niece was wet.

Through the thin material of the girl’s panties Lotus could feel how juicy Lily’s cunt was, the short skirt the girl wore only serving to further excite Lotus’ now-raging hard-on. It was all Lotus could do to keep her hands still, to not touch the clearly-needy girl pressed against her. She let out a moan, cock twitching as Lily’s weight shifted.

“No, I have to go. I’m, I’m sorry…”

“Why?”

Lotus bit back a growl of frustration. How could she tell her niece the truth? Lily would hate her, be repulsed by her, and that would break both of their hearts. She began to untangle herself from the girl, tried to distance their bodies, but Lily’s demand for knowledge was relentless.

“Auntie, why!?”

“Because I’m aroused by you!”

The words barked from Lotus before she could stop herself. Time seemed to slow, her chest clenching as she waited for anything: a scream, a slap, crying…she screwed her eyes shut, anticipating the horrible conclusion to her mistake.

The only response was a gentle kiss as Lily pressed her lips to her aunt’s.

Time froze, the moment stretching as Lily and Lotus let their lips meet. On instinct Lotus wrapped an arm around Lily, her eyes still shut as she deepened Kıbrıs Escort the kiss. After a moment Lily parted her soft lips, allowing Lotus to explore her mouth. The woman did, her tongue gently caressing the girl’s as they kissed, a cute little mewl escaping from Lily as they made out. Lotus felt the girl’s arousal spike, the teen subtly grinding her hips down to create friction on her aching pussy.

Lotus felt her cock drooling, so much precum gathering at the tip that she was sure it was going to leak through the front of her robe. She kept her eyes shut, not wanting to break the spell the world had fallen under, and she nearly gasped when Lily reached out to guide Lotus’ hand to her breast. The mixture of wine and opium clearly had the girl’s libido raging, and as Lotus felt the warmth of Lily’s tit in her palm she told herself that she would enjoy it for ‘just one moment’, then stop.

Lily had other plans.

She held her aunt’s hand in place, her hips giving a subconscious wiggle when Lotus’ fingers brushed across her pebbled nipple. Lily broke the kiss, a breathy moan nearly driving Lotus wild.

“Oh, auntie, don’t stop. That feels so good…!”

Lotus didn’t. Instead, with her niece’s encouragement, she raised her free hand, removing it from Lily’s hip to bring it up to the girl’s other breast. Inhibitions were gone; a line had been crossed, but they had crossed it willingly together, and Lotus had no interest in retreating. Her eyes were now opened as she cupped both breasts, appreciating the heft that Lily’s tits had to them. They were nice C-cups, the round globes perched proudly on the teen’s chest. She ran her hands gently across the smooth plane of the teen’s bra, loving the cry that escaped Lily’s parted lips at the contact.

“Ahhh! Oooh, that’s nice…”

Lotus repeated her movement, her fingers longing to rip the cumbersome shirt from Lily’s chest. She wanted to touch the girl’s heated skin, to take a cute, pink nipple into her mouth and caress it with her tongue, but she would let Lily lead. Whatever the girl did, or didn’t, want would be granted. Lotus looked up, admiring the flush of Lily’s pale skin, and their gazes met. She was glad to see that Lily’s eyes were a reflection of her own: no regret, no hesitation, no disgust. She wanted to let Lily know that the girl was in charge, Lotus willing to follow her lead.

“What do you want, sweet heart? I can stop, and we can never speak of this again, or we can continue. You have to decide.”

Lily’s eyelashes fluttered, her body trembling as she replied.

“Don’t stop. I want you to touch me everywhere, and I mean everywhere.”

Lotus let out a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding, the last of her already-flimsy doubts draining away. Without further ado she flipped the front of Lily’s skirt up, revealing the tiny, neon-blue thong the girl wore. Lotus gently pulled the material aside, slowly revealing Lily’s clit as it moved. The teen scrunched her eyes shut, her breath catching as she finally got the level of contact her body was desperate for.

When her pussy was bared Lotus took a single finger, the digit running teasingly up and down the girl’s soaking slit. Lily squirmed, trying to get more friction from Lotus’ finger, but a firm hand on her hip kept her pinned in place.

“Oh please, auntie, I need more…”

She was adorable, a small whimper accompanying her begging as Lily pleaded. Lotus obliged, her finger sliding into the sweet pussy before her. Feather-light movements, her motions moving her finger in waves, let her slowly, teasingly, make her way into her niece’s needy little cunt. First one, then two, then three fingers began to fill the girl, Lily distracting herself from the teasing by kissing her aunt.

When Lotus felt Lily was filled enough she removed her other hand, wrapping her arm loosely about the girl’s waist.

“Ride me.”

Lily responded well to the command, giving an experimental bounce, her clit tingling delightfully as it was rubbed against Lotus’ palm. With a grunt Lily began working her body, her hips frantically moving as she fucked herself on her aunt’s fingers. In less than a minute she came, the combination of all of the night’s experiences bringing her to a quick, screaming orgasm. She tried to stop her body, tried to let her quivering hips rest, but it was too late: Lotus’ dominant side had kicked in.

“Nuh unnnnn baby girl, again. I’m not done watching how pretty you look when you use my body to fuck yourself.”

Lily found herself obeying, her hips automatically moving at her aunt’s command. A moan escaped her, her now-sensitive cunt clenching in protest around the fingers buried in it, but she kept going. This time, as she was fucking herself, Lotus stopped her, a simple demanded accompanying the cessation of movement.

“Unbutton your shirt and pull your tits out.”

“Okay…”

Lily did as she was bid, her nerves on fire as the three fingers in her cunt were scissored Lefkoşa Escort apart.

“Ahhh!”

She cried out, accidentally ripping off her top button as her body was jolted from the movement. Her cunt was so stretched, so deliciously filled, that she couldn’t focus on anything else.

“Hurry up! I want to see your beautiful tits.”

At Lotus’ urging Lily forced herself to continue, her breasts eventually bouncing free as she pulled them above the cups of her bra.

“Good girl. Now cum for me…”

The words were whispered against Lily’s neck, Lotus gently curling her fingers up inside of her niece. Lily resumed her bouncing motion, her pussy gushing as she rode Lotus’ fingers. With the teen’s tits now free Louts began to suckle on them, switching back and forth between the lovely little nipples as she fingered Lily. A few minutes later the girl came again, her cunt clenching as her orgasm ripped through her. She wailed, her voice a husky mess as she cried out her pleasure, her body shaking in bliss.

“That’s it…cum for me…”

When the sensations finally passed Lotus removed her hand, Lily’s eyes transfixed as the woman sucked her niece’s cunt juices off of her fingers. The teen quickly swooped in for a kiss, tasting her own cum on her aunt’s lips. When they parted Lotus let out a content sigh, happy to take in the sight of the ravished teen before her. Nothing was a beautiful as a recently-fucked woman, especially when that woman was her gorgeous, sexy young niece.

“Auntie, is that the kind of tone you use in the courtroom? You’ve never talked to me in such a commanding way before, but I really liked it. It was actually hot…”

For a moment Lotus hesitated, unsure of how much truth to spill, but at this point she saw no need for secrets between them. She idly pinched one of Lily’s nipples, the girl cooing delightedly.

“It is, yes, but I’m also a dominatrix. When I say that I’m ‘going clubbing’ never once have I meant to a dance club. I’m a very active member at a local sex club, one specifically just for wealthy women, and I go at least twice a week.”

Lily’s lips parted, a gasp accompanying Lotus’ revelation. The thought of her aunt in black leather and a tight ponytail, ball gag and cuffs in hand, was nearly enough to make her cum again.

“How, how…ummm, when? I know you bring girls home sometimes, like the one today, but I didn’t know that’s where you met them.”

“It often is, though I also use a local escort service and a very exclusive website. I have a type, as I’m sure you’ve figured, though I only recently realized why I have such preferences.”

She leveled her gaze at Lily, the words sinking in after a moment.

“Oh, oh! You mean…”

“Yes: they reminded me of you. Though, I must say, the real thing is much, much better than any stand-in.”

Lily’s lips were back on Lotus’, her emotions overwhelming her. Lotus had wanted her too, and it gave her a rush of power to know that her mature, wordly, rich aunt had been longing for her too. She broke the kiss, chest heaving as she voiced her next question.

“Auntie, will you fuck me right now? I know I’m not as experienced as your other girls, but I want to make you feel good.”

Lotus shook her head, instantly nyxing the idea.

“As much as I want that I need you to be sober before making such a decision. That’s a threshold we wouldn’t be able to come back from, so I’d want you to be completely lucid.”

Lily bit her lip, her eyes downcast as she fiddled with the hem of her skirt.

“I just wanted you to fuck me just like you fucked that other girl earlier. I want to do everything she did for you, but I’d do it better! I’ve wanted this for a while now…”

Lotus’ could have growled in frustration. Here she was, having been fucking shoddy look-alikes when she could have had the object of her desire the entire time.

At least, almost.

“I appreciate that, sweetie, but unfortunately I can’t quite do everything with you that I did with her. Though, I’d be happy to do most of it with you if you decide you want that when you’re sober.”

“What couldn’t we do?”

Lotus reached between them, gently cupping Lily’s pussy. She massaged the tender labia, earning a moan of approval from the girl.

“I came inside of her pussy, intentionally and with no protection, for the purpose of breeding her in exchange for financial compensation. I can’t do that to you.”

She pulled her hand back, leaving Lily’s cunt aching for more. The teen clenched her thighs in a desperate attempt to hold Lotus’ hand in place, but it failed.

“Auntie, why? We don’t need the money, right?”

Lotus shook her head, confirming what Lily suspected.

“No, not at all. I have a breeding kink, and since we have good genetics these young women are willing to pay for a fun experience instead of a cold, clinical one. My cum is very potent, which is why I rarely have to see the same girl more than once, and I know that if I came inside of you I would likely knock you up immediately.”

Lily’s cunt clenched wantonly. The thought of her aunt impregnating multiple women, and then her, only made her more aroused. She began sliding her shirt off of her shoulders, her bra soon following as Lotus’ attention remained fixated on her.

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The Day I Did It with Mom

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PROLOG

I decided that before I worked/played any more on/with this piece, I would reflect on how it brought me closer to God, closer to being God-like.

I feel that it does, but I’m not sure why. Possibly as a way of easing my conscience. But I think that such a story, working on it, being worked on by it, brings me closer to the God which creates physical life, with all its shit and piss and cum, all the mess of birth, all the mess of sex, all the mess of plant life. “Mess,” that is one word in my mind for it. Another is “infinite glory.”

I sent this story to my spiritual director, telling him that I had written it to get at something within me, something which I did not understand but felt I needed to understand. He very much supported my effort. He is by the way an ordained Christian priest.

Much in this story is factual and much fictional.

THE STORY

I’m bisexual, tho’ more into women than men. My somewhat unusual relationship with my mother started one evening as we were watching the news. There came on the story about Truman Capote being jailed, the one that involved Nancy Reagan. My mother knew of my bisexuality. After the story was over, she turned off the TV, then looked at me and said, “What do men do when they have sex?”

“Mother, do you really want me to tell you? You may find it distasteful.”

“Please tell me,” she said.

“Well, I’ll give you some very graphic descriptions, I warn you.”

“Go ahead.”

“Do you remember my black friend B_?”

“Oh yes. I liked him very much.”

“Well, he was my first lover. The favorite for both of us — remember that he was quite tall and very strong — well…”

“Yes, I remember that about him. Lefkoşa Escort And very affectionate, very loving, I could tell that about him.”

“Well, here is what we did very often,” I said as I moved to a big arm chair. “Now watch,” I continued.

I laid back in the arm chair and lifted my legs high in the air, with the shanks parallel to the floor.

“Then my dear Buford would kneel down under my shanks, grab hold of my thighs, put his head and neck forward for me to hold onto. Once I had hold of his neck, he would stand up, get hold of my butt and move my anus level with his hard-as-steel, eleven-inch dick and shove it. Then… “

“Oh my god, Tom! That sounds like so much fun!”

With this my mother lept from sofa and began to pull me out of my armchair as she yelled, “Do it to me! Do it to me!”

“Mom, really. I’m afraid I’d break…”

“Fuck it! I’ll take the risk.”

So I did as she asked and both of us, as we lay panting on the floor afterwards, were glad she had taken the risk. After a while, she asked me, squeezing my hand very tightly, “When did you first want me?”

I blushed and my penis suddenly swelled again as the blood rushed into it. My mother notice the movement in my slacks and began giggling. “Oh, Tom, why are you blushing.”

“When I was eleven,” I answered.

Then she said, “Aren’t you going to ask me the same question?”

———-

We were at it for three whole days. Most of all, I liked fucking her from behind. She liked most of all taking my dick deep into her throat and rocking back and forth until I came. And came again. And again. I’m sure if I told a doctor this he would say it was impossible. Girne Escort Finally I would simply pass out, fatigued with my body’s effort and ecstatic delirium.

At the end of three days we were both so wiped that we decided to go to OC and rest. After a day of rest at our hotel’s restaurant, she grabbed my cock under the table and whispered a scream in my ear, “Either I’m going to suck this thing here and now or you are going to take me immediately up to the room.”

“Mom,” I replied, “I think we need to talk about policy and strategy.”

“Oh, Tom,” she exclaimed easing back in her chair and letting go of me, “You’re so like your dad! He was always insisting on some plan, like using a budget. We’d do it for maybe a month. Then we’d stop doing it.”

“Mom, you’re the best I’ve every had, but I think there are dangers in this situation and we need to discuss them.”

“OK, love, let’s go down on the beach and have a walk.”

We spent the night on the beach.

——-

But this is not a piece of erotica. It is about the creation of a union, a physical and spiritual union between two people who happened at one time to be mother and son.

The process had begun with a mutual confession, first in our sexual union, than with the union that only honest words can bring for two people who have loved and lusted each other for a long time.

My mother started it with, “How long have you wanted me?”

“A long time. Long, long time,” I answered. “Since I was 12.”

“Oh Tom! If only you had told me. But then I suppose there would have been terrible problems come of it. Your dad might have found out. Also, I fear it would have stunted your Magosa Escort growth, your social growth and perhaps made marriage impossible for you, and then I would not have your handsome boy and girl to love.”

“I fear there would have been another problem. I would have been disappointed in no matter what woman I married, disappointed sexually.”

She looked down at the floor. Her shoulders began to heave gently.

“Ah, mom.”

“Please, please, call me Ann. I call you Tom, don’t I?”

“Ann, then, certainly,” then got out of my chair and knelt at her feet.

“What is it?” I asked, taking her by the shoulders.

“Oh, happiness and sadness both. And confusion. Perhaps confusion. Or maybe fear.”

“Fear? Fear of what?”

“Insanity,” she said and looked up at me.

————

We did indeed marry. There was 21 years and a few months difference between us, but it was OK by us. But we feared that in the States we would at times feel uncomfortable. So we went to Germany to live as mother and son.

So what was “marry” about? Good question. Both of us were Christians and had problems with sex outside of marriage.

“Christians!” you may cry, “and you were engaging in incest?”

Well, yes. But incest is a crime, we believed, only when there is danger of having children. There was none.

“And did you get married in a church?”

Yes, but I wont’ tell you which except that it was quite a normal church and the priest who married us knew of our situation.

“Unbelievable!” you may cry.

Unusual, yes, but it happened. We were two people who loved deeply, body and soul, soul and body, who just happened to be mother and son, a relationship which gradually disappeared.

“Hah! It was simply the Oedipal thing.”

Actually, we spent a year, each of us, in counseling. For both of us, that was the initial suspicion of the counselor. At the end of the year, each of the counselors was convinced that it was an unusual, but healthy relationship.

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The Newlywed Pt. 02

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See Part 1 for context. All characters are fictional adults, the events are fictional, and I just have a dirty mind. I hope you enjoy it.

Amy Larson had begun to look forward to sex with her husband, Johnny. A month had gone by since she had wonderful, loving, sizzling hot sex with her own father-in-law, Ed Larson. In the following days they had talked and had agreed that it couldn’t happen again — but that it had served a purpose. Amy mused that it had probably not crossed Ed’s mind what purpose that it had actually served. Now, when her husband fucked her, she closed her eyes and thought of Ed. Johnny still hardly ever lasted over 2 minutes, but in that time, Amy could think back on that delightful afternoon with Ed and have her own orgasm. She didn’t even care if Johnny realized it or not.

At first, she had wrestled with her conscience, but as days grew into weeks, she rationalized that the one-time illicit sexual encounter with her father-in-law was a necessary evil and, as long as it never happened again, was something that she had really needed. As far as Johnny knew, she was now as sexually satisfied as he was.

Rationalization was not new for Amy. When she first started watching porn, before she was married, she was horrified, even though it turned her on very much. She reasoned that watching porn and masturbating were far better than having premarital sex with the boys that she dated. She had been raised to believe that having sex before marriage was sinful, so she satisfied her needs by watching and reading pornography.

Then she had gotten married to a man that she truly loved. Johnny was such a good guy; he was handsome and smart and she knew he truly loved her — but he was lousy in bed. He was a premature ejaculator and, even when she got him off with her hand, hoping that he would last longer, he would become so excited when he started fucking her that he became like an animal, totally unaware of her needs.

And it was a need. He turned her on. He was hot and sexy and the sight of his cock made her breasts tingle and her cunt throb with desire. If she wasn’t fulfilled sexually, she dreamed about it and, even when awake couldn’t concentrate. Then her father-in-law, Ed, had come to her sexual rescue. Even though they had only had sex one time, she owed many, many satisfying orgasms to thoughts of that one day. It had been a necessary thing, she thought. Not something that could be construed as really bad in the big scheme of things.

Johnny had to be out of town on business one week about two months after her encounter with Ed. Amy and Johnny were accustomed to having sex several times a week, now, and when he was suddenly gone for an entire week, Amy felt the need to turn to her old friend, masturbation.

School had started, which necessitated Amy working on lesson plans almost every night. When she got home in the afternoons, around 4:30 or so, she usually laid down and took a short nap. This particular day, she had been thinking about sex all day. There were so many hot boys in her senior English classes, and there were some exceedingly sexy male teachers at her school as well.

Amy always dressed very professionally, usually in a dress or a blouse and skirt. She never wore anything that showed her cleavage or that overly accentuated her shape, but she was a very beautiful woman and she couldn’t completely hide the fact that she was very well built. Amy was tall and slender, with C-cup breasts, great legs, and a very shapely ass. She was a brown-eyed blonde. She wore her hair short and it accentuated her beautiful face. Male students and teachers alike gawked at her. Even some girls did! She never let them know, but it really excited her when her looks were appreciated.

On the way home she decided that she really needed to masturbate. She had not done so lately, and the very thought of it excited her. She would get on her computer, surf through porn sites, find some really hot videos, and get herself off. Maybe more than once. The closer to home she got the more turned on she became. She was sure that her panties were already wet. Faces of students and male teachers flashed through her mind, each of them checking her out, some even telling her that she looked nice or pretty, or that they liked her outfit. She was accustomed to them staring at the places where her clothes really hugged her curves — her ass and breasts, especially. She knew it was wrong to be conceited, but she knew that she was a sexy woman and certainly enjoyed the attention that she drew.

When she got home she noticed that neither her mother-in-law’s nor her brother-in-law’s cars were home. It occurred to her immediately that she was probably alone with Ed, her father-in-law. She quickly dismissed the idea, not allowing herself to dwell on it. She and Ed had an agreement. Under no circumstances could anything sexual happen between them again.

Upon entering the house, she went to the kitchen to get a drink of water and, looking out the back window, Kıbrıs Escort saw Ed, shirtless, cleaning the pool. Wow, he was really built! And that tan made him look so sexy! She knew she didn’t need to think that way, but decided that it wouldn’t do any harm to go and talk to him a few minutes.

She grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and took it out to him. “Hey! I brought you some water,” she offered.

Ed stopped, accepted the water, wiped the sweat off of his face, and took a long drink of the water. “How was school today, Amy?”

“Oh it was pretty good. I’m not used to it yet, so I’m pretty tired by the end of the day. Where are Faye and Justin?”

“Faye went over to see her mother. She’s not feeling well. She may spend the night. I’ve got Justin installing software on some new computers at the office. He probably won’t be back here until late. Looks like it’s just you and me for supper. I can order pizza, or whatever you want. Justin won’t mind leftover pizza. I don’t think I want to cook,” he laughed. “I’m about done here. I’m gonna grab a shower, then I’ll order some pizza, if that’s okay with you.”

“Pizza sounds good. I may go get a shower, myself, and maybe a nap. I’ll talk to you later,” she smiled. She couldn’t keep her eyes from roving over his muscular chest and flat stomach. How she would love to just cuddle up with this sexy man, even if nothing else happened. Nothing else could happen! They had made a pact.

She went into her room, locked the door, took all her clothes off, took a quick shower, and started surfing porn sites on the internet. She couldn’t keep her mind off of her father-in-law. She remembered, clearly, how big his cock was. She searched for pictures of men with extra-large cocks. Most of the pictures were of black men, which intrigued her, and some were of gay men, which disgusted her. She found a few of white men that had similar builds to Ed, but none that looked enough like him to really satisfy her. She decided that she would just watch some videos and masturbate.

Just as she started searching, she heard Ed come into the house. She remembered that he said he was going to come in and shower. She would sure love to catch a glimpse of him naked, then come back to her room — just a few seconds of seeing her sexy father-in-law in the nude was way hotter than any porn videos! But, no, she couldn’t do that! Could she? He would assume that she was taking a nap and nobody else was home. He might not even close the door to his bedroom or bathroom! Did she dare? She was shaking slightly from the thought.

She argued with herself for a minute, then grabbed her very short terry-cloth robe and very quietly opened her door and went out. She made sure that he wasn’t in the living room or the kitchen, then stealthily made her way down the hall toward her in-law’s bedroom. As she got nearer, she noticed that, as she had hoped, the door was open.

She stepped very carefully, making absolutely no sound. She stopped and listened. The shower was running. She continued down the hall, peering into the bedroom. From the doorway she could see that the bathroom door also was open, but she couldn’t see inside from this vantage point.

She knew that she absolutely could not get caught. Perhaps she needed to just go back to her room and forget this, but the exciting thought of seeing Ed naked motivated her to enter the bedroom and sneak closer and closer to the bathroom.

Just as she peeped around the door facing, she heard the shower water shut off. She froze, knowing that within a few seconds Ed would emerge from the shower in all his masculine glory. She was not in his direct line of sight when he opened the shower door. Her plan was to just catch a glimpse for a few seconds, then silently steal back to her room.

She saw the shower door swing open, but as Ed stepped out, she could only see his arm reach for the towel. Frustrated, she dared take a step to get an angle where she could see him. What if he wrapped that silly towel around him and she went to all this trouble and saw nothing?

As she stepped, she gasped. He was totally naked. His long, thick cock — the cock that had given her the best fucking of her young life — hung down halfway to his knees. Her own knees felt weak. Fuck, he was just too sexy and gorgeous! In that split second she intensely wished that their illicit union could be repeated just once more. She found that she was mesmerized, unable to take her eyes from her father-in-law’s loins.

“Amy, do you like what you see?” Ed asked calmly.

“Shit!” she gasped. “Dad! It’s not — it’s not”, she stammered, her heart beating so hard that she felt she might pass out.

Ed continued to calmly dry himself and then, without covering himself at all, walked into the bedroom and took his shaking daughter-in-law into his arms.

“I’m sorry,” she cried and he realized that she was actually weeping.

He held her close and whispered, “Nothing to Magosa Escort be sorry about, Amy.” He took her hand and placed it on his hardening cock. “I want it as bad as you do. I was actually hoping that something would happen, since we’re alone.”

Then they were kissing. Ed guided them to the bed and, as he was about to pull her down with him, he untied her robe and uncovered her delicious nakedness.

He lay her on her back and began kissing and licking her breasts, but quickly moved down, holding her ass in his hands as he began devouring her freshly washed pussy. She squirmed and moaned and thrust herself into his face.

“Oh, Dad — oh it’s so good!” she groaned, reaching to pull his face tighter into her loins. “Dad? Please?”

He paused his oral ministrations and looked up at her. Fuck, she was a sexy girl! Never in his life had he been with a woman that was as ultra-sexy and beautiful as this young goddess. She seemed to get prettier and sexier every day. He could not get her off of his mind, and as wrong as he knew it was, and despite the promise they had made to each other, he had hoped against hope that they could be together again.

“What, Amy?”

She felt herself blush. “I want to — do you — can I suck it?”

Ed laughed and crawled up to lay his head on the pillow. He lay on his back and spread his legs.

Amy eagerly grasped his thick, fully hard cock. It was so big! So long and thick and hard! A thrill ran through her. She knew that she was already so wet that her juices were flowing down the insides of her thighs. She lay on her stomach, her knees at the foot of the bed, her calves and feet waving in the air. She kissed his giant nuts, then licked them. She felt wilder than she ever had in her life. Right and wrong didn’t exist. Nothing existed but this gorgeous, sexy man and the delicious pleasure that they were about to give each other.

She opened her mouth as wide as she could and pulled the head and a couple of inches of his gargantuan member inside. She moved her head back, his cock dropping from her mouth. She gasped, “I’m not used to anything that big!”

Ed chuckled. “You’re not going to deep throat it, Amy.”

She smiled and licked around the head. “Does that feel good, Dad?”

“Yes, Baby! Everything you’re doing feels good!” he grunted.

She took the head in her mouth again and just let her saliva wash over it, then stroked him as she sucked gently and continued to lick around the head.

“Amy, Baby — fuck that’s good! You keep on and I’m gonna cum in your mouth,” he warned. “Have you done that for Johnny?”

She took him out of her mouth and gasped for breath. She shook her head. “I don’t know if I can!”

“Don’t try, Amy. It won’t be a pleasant experience if you’re not used to it,” he said softly.

“Just tell me when you’re gonna — I want to see it. Okay?”

Amy licked up and down his shaft, and bent to suck his nuts briefly. Ed moaned and praised everything she was doing. Then she took him back in her mouth and forced as much as she could into her mouth. She could feel the corona of his cockhead at the back of her throat. Driven by pure lust, she tried, unsuccessfully, to take even more. She judged that she had at least half of his enormous shaft in her drooling mouth. She continued to feverishly lick and suck as she moved both her head and her hand up and down his saliva-slickened prick.

“I’m close, Amy!” he panted.

She immediately pulled her head back and, before she could move out of the way, was greeted with a huge wad of her father-in-law’s ejaculate directly in her face. It covered her nose, lips, and chin. Another gob followed, some shooting directly into her gasping mouth. She aimed it away from her as the remainder of his impressive load shot into the air and fell on his hairy chest and stomach.

“Ohhhh, Amy, Baby!” he moaned.

Amy’s chest was heaving with excitement. She wouldn’t have believed that a man cumming in her face and mouth would have been as exciting as this. She had heard of men cumming in women’s faces and had always thought it was degrading and maybe even disgusting. She realized now that it had excited her more than sex with her own husband ever had. She had gotten a little in her mouth and, while it wasn’t a pleasant taste, she didn’t mind at all. It was his essence and was, therefore, something that was extremely stimulating. The thought of ingesting the sperm of this incomparably sexy man was making her entire body buzz.

“Come here, Amy,” he whispered as he pulled her to him. Cum was on her nose and lips, chin, and had dripped down to her luscious breasts. Amy was shocked when he began to kiss her, knowing that he must be tasting his own cum in her mouth and on her lips. What would have seemed so disgusting her entire life was suddenly the most sensual and wild thing she could imagine.

He pulled her to him and began to fuck his tongue into her mouth. She could taste cum on his tongue and began Girne Escort to suck it, now savoring the flavor. Nothing in her young life had ever been as wildly exciting. They both had their mouths wide open, moaning and groaning as they fucked each other’s mouths with their cum-drenched tongues. They sucked at each other’s mouths in a frenzy of lust.

Ed suddenly rolled her over on her back, licking the remaining cum from her throat and breasts, then returned to her mouth, frantically fucking her mouth. She sucked his tongue and reached down to stroke his cum-wet cock. To her shock, and delight, he was hard again!

She broke the kiss and stuck her tongue in his ear and whispered, “Fuck me! Please!”

Ed smiled. “Let’s not be in a hurry. It’s so much better if we take it slowly,” he said sensuously.

“Ok,” she moaned as he bent to suck her breasts. “I just…I know I sound slutty, but I need it!”

Ed lay his head on the pillow next to her and gazed into her face as he stroked her hair. “Are things no better with Johnny?”

“Yes and no,” she said, feeling herself blush with shame.

“Tell me, Amy. I want to help you if I can.”

“We do it, often — but he still can’t control himself — but I still get off,” she mumbled.

“Well that’s encouraging, at least.”

“You don’t understand. I think about when you and I — when we did it — how good it was. I usually think about you or someone other than Johnny. I know that’s wrong,” she whispered.

Ed smiled. “Well, you’re right. It’s not ideal. I’m flattered, of course. Who else do you think about? I’m just curious.”

Amy shook her head. “It’s embarrassing, but it turns me on when some of the teachers and even some of the older students at school flirt with me. I promise I would not ever do anything with them, but it does turn me on.” Why would she admit this to Ed? She didn’t have to tell him these things, but she was so starved for someone in whom she could confide. She found that she was willing to tell him anything.

“Amy, there’s nothing wrong with any of that. Of course it would be ideal if Johnny was a better sex partner — and I think he will eventually be — but you are a young woman who needs sexual release. Fantasies are a harmless way to obtain that release,” he said. “Probably having sex with your father-in-law is not as harmless, but here we are,” he smiled.

They kissed, passionately, then Ed whispered, “I want you on top, Amy.”

She smiled, “I’ve never done that,” and promptly straddled him, taking his heavy truncheon in her hand and rubbing it up and down her slobbering pussy. “I’m so wet, Dad. It’s running down my thighs!”

“My little daughter-in-law needs a good fucking, doesn’t she?” he grunted as she slowly inserted the head of his cock.

“Oh you’re so big!” she grunted, then ever so slowly sank down. “You’re splitting me open! I LOVE IT!” she squealed.

Ed propped himself up on a pillow and leaned forward to lick and suck at her breasts as she began riding him. “Ride that thing, cowgirl!” he smiled as she moaned her pleasure and began rotating her hips in a circular motion, screwing her insatiable loins down on his stout cudgel.

“Oh FUCK! I love fucking you, Daddy — um, Dad!” she giggled.

“Freudian slip, my dear?” Ed laughed.

Amy didn’t answer, but the image of her very handsome father flashed through her mind. What would it be like? She dismissed the thought as Ed continued to lick and suck and even bite her nipples. She frenziedly fucked up and down his lengthy shaft.

“Oh it’s good. It’s so fucking good!” she groaned as he grasped her bottom and began to thrust upward, meeting the downward, grinding motion of her over-heated loins. “YES! OH FUCK YES! Fuck me, Daddy! Oh I am CUMMMINGGGGGG!” she groaned, realizing that the use of the word, ‘daddy’, had only added to the forbidden thrill of fucking her father-in-law. This wasn’t technically incest, but it had all of the delicious, forbidden thrill of it.

Ed easily maneuvered her onto her back, his cock still inside her. He began to fuck her hard and deep, looking into her face to make sure that he was not hurting her and that she was okay with it.

“Oh you’re fucking me so good!” she cried. “You’re going to make me cum again! I love it! I love you!” she said as she pulled his face down to kiss him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as another orgasm gripped her. She broke the kiss and gasped, “CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”

She wrapped her legs around him and thrust up at him as he began emptying his massive balls inside her hungry cunt. He felt her shudder and knew that, incredibly, she was having a third orgasm.

She moaned and whispered, “I can’t ever get enough of this. Please don’t tell me we can’t do it again. Please?” She looked into his face, stroking his hair, then kissed his lips gently. “Please?”

He ran his fingers through her perspiration-damp hair. She was irresistible. How could he deny her? “Let’s not make plans, Amy. Not when we’re like — this.”

She nodded and pushed gently at his chest. “I need to pee!” she whispered.

When she came out of the bathroom, Ed had put on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and was laying on the bed, watching her. She took her time dressing, then lay down on the bed next to him.

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