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For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved to cook. It started when I was very young and I’d help my mother in the kitchen. Eventually I began baking on my own and slowly moved to preparing entire meals. But I’d always loved baking desserts the most. People seemed to enjoy those much more than anything else I made. After several years, I started playing with the ingredients and making up my own pastries, cookies, cakes and pies. Some of them were disasters, but others turned out really well. I judged my success on the response of the people who ate what I’d prepared. My mother and her friends were my main test subjects. They were usually very appreciative, but on occasion, they would complain about how I was making them all so fat.

Eventually, I moved out on my own. I found a nice apartment near the restaurant where I was employed as a Greeter. I would have rather been a cook, but my manager said I was more suited for the Greeter position. Apparently he thought I was friendly and cute, the two main qualities required for the Greeter position. I suppose at 5 foot, 6 inches and weighing it at under 130 pounds, cute is an appropriate term for a 19 year old boy.

After work, I spent my free time experimenting with recipes. The problem with baking at my new home was I really didn’t like to eat much of it. I liked to taste it, to judge for myself, but I really didn’t want to eat an entire pie, or a few dozen cupcakes, or a whole cake, or a dozen éclairs. At first I saved everything, but it all went bad waiting for someone to eat it. So I began throwing it all away after I’d tasted it and passed judgment on the recipe. I felt bad for throwing away food like that. But I really didn’t know what else to do with it.

One afternoon, I’d just pulled my latest cherry pie from the oven. It was steaming hot, the crust was golden brown, and it smelled delicious. It looked almost perfect, a little of the filling had boiled up over some of the criss-cross crust. In my mind it was a failure and I hadn’t even tasted it yet.

A knock on my door brought me out of the slump I was quickly slipping into. As I opened the door, I was surprised to find my across-the-hall neighbor, Mrs. Riley. She was a mature woman, quite a bit older than I was. She was also a very full-figured lady with breasts, hips and thighs that would easily compete with my mother’s and her friends. She had dark brown hair that was styled perfectly each time I’d seen her, like she just came from a salon. She also had big, dark brown eyes and a smile that could make my knees weak. As soon as my door opened, I saw her inhale. And with a smile on her face she asked, “What in the world is that delightful smell?”

I told her it was a pie I’d just taken out of the oven, I offered her a slice if she wanted one. She readily accepted and she didn’t mind when I told her she’d have to wait a while for it to cool down. I’d always thought pie tasted its best when warm, not steaming hot and fresh from the oven. We sat down at my modest table and chairs. And I poured her a cup of fresh Hazelnut coffee with a pinch of cinnamon.

Up until that day, we’d only greeted each other in the hallway. But as we sat across the table from each other we learned the basics about each other, past relationships, or lack thereof in my case, families, or lack of a family in her case, where we worked, things like that. Just when the conversation was coming to an awkward pause, Mrs. Riley told me I’d been torturing her with the smells of my cooking since I moved in. I began to apologize, but she cut me off. She told me the only reason I should be apologizing is because I hadn’t invited her over sooner. I blushed and felt terrible that I hadn’t thought of that.

I soon stood up and cut her a very healthy sized slice of pie. I also added a scoop of vanilla ice cream I’d made a few days earlier in my ice cream maker. One of my mother’s friends bought the maker for me before I left home. I laid a clean fork on the dish and set it in front of her, taking my seat opposite of her.

Mrs. Riley asked, “Aren’t you going to have some?”

I explained that I’d rather watch her eat it, it was how I found out if she liked it or not. And her opinion of the pie meant more to me than my own.

I know she felt a little uncomfortable eating pie with me sitting there watching there. But she soon picked up her fork and took a bite. The instant it touched her tongue, I knew she liked it. She had the same reaction my mother and her friends had when they really liked a dessert. Her eyes sort of rolled up and a moan slipped through her lips. She told me it was wonderful, the best pie she’d ever had. Mrs. Riley then went back for another bite. She moaned again, closed her eyes bursa eskort bayan and arched her back a little.

I’d always thought that for some women, eating something sweet could almost be sexual thing. I suppose that was part of the reason I loved to cook so much. I’d always been what my mother would call a “people pleaser”. And when I cooked, it generally pleased people.

In no time at all, Mrs. Riley had finished the cherry pie a la mode. I asked if she’d like another slice. She told me, “I really shouldn’t, I shouldn’t have had the slice I already ate. I know what I just ate exceeded my points for the day.” I knew she was talking about Weight Watchers. My mother had been doing it for years, I was very familiar with the lingo.

If there was one thing I learned from being around women my whole life, it is that women sometimes forget they are pretty. So I began to remind Mrs. Riley. I told her she was very pretty and shouldn’t worry about losing weight. I went on to inform her that she was perfect just the way she was. While I told her these things, I took her plate from in front of her and set it in the sink. I pulled down a dinner sized plate from my cupboard and cut her an even bigger slice of pie, leaving less than half of the pie in the pan. I also put three big scoops of ice cream on and around the pie.

When I turned and set the plate in front of her, Mrs. Riley looked like she might cry. She told me in a cracking voice that no one had told her anything like that in a very long time. I smiled, while still standing there, and told her I was only telling her the truth.

She didn’t make a move for the pie I’d cut for her, she was sitting there holding back her tears and staring at the pie and ice cream in front of her. So I scooted my chair over close to hers. I picked up the fork and got a big bite of pie on the end. Raising it to her lips, I reminded her again how beautiful she was and not to worry about silly things like calories and saturated fats. She slowly parted her lips and I slipped the pie into her mouth. Her eyes closed and that moan emerged from inside her. After feeding her four or five more bites, I think Mrs. Riley began to believe that she was pretty again, the tears faded away and she became happier. But she didn’t make a move to take the fork from me. So I kept feeding her bite after bite of the pie and ice cream.

As she swallowed the last bite, I sat here beside her, my skinny thigh against her thick thigh. She turned and looked right into my eyes, with a little glob of cherry filling on the corner of her mouth, she said, “If I had met you 20 years ago, I would’ve asked you to marry me and never let you go.”

I smiled, reached up and scooped the filling from her cheek on my finger. I told her she missed a little bit. She took ahold of my forearm and moved my fingers to her mouth. It was then my turn to moan when she licked and sucked my fingers clean. I hadn’t realized how aroused I’d gotten just feeding Mrs. Riley. It was pretty strange to both of us, I’m sure.

As my fingers slipped from her mouth, there was a very awkward moment. Neither of us spoke, and the way she was looking at me made me nervous. Something needed to be done, so I stood up and took her plate to the counter. There was only a little more than a quarter of the pie left, and I asked if she wanted another slice. Mrs. Riley insisted that she was full and couldn’t eat another bite. I frowned, lowered my eyes to the floor and told her she mustn’t have like it that much if she didn’t want one more little slice.

When I looked back up into her eyes, she was staring at my groin. It was then that I realized my modest penis was rock hard under the khaki shorts I was wearing. While not tearing her eyes away from the small lump in my shorts, she agreed to one more small slice.

I turned back toward the counter and laid the rest of the pie on her plate. I went to the freezer and retrieved the ice cream container. Mrs. Riley told me to just put a tiny bit of ice cream on the pie. So I put four large scoops all over her plate, emptying the container I keep it in. I took her plate and walked back toward her, she looked from my eyes, to the lump in my shorts to the plate in my hand.

“I said a little slice and tiny bit of ice cream! That is a lot more than what I asked for! You’re terrible!” she spoke with a happiness in her voice I hadn’t heard before.

As I set the plate down in front of her, she took ahold of my left wrist with her right hand. Her left hand then moved to cup over my stiff penis. She looked up into my eyes as I moaned and wiggled against her touch. Without a word, she released my wrist and moved both hands to the button on my shorts. bursa otele gelen eskort bayan Maintaining eye contact, she undid my shorts, hooked her index fingers under my shorts and underpants and slowly lowered them passed my knees. Letting them go, it all fell around my ankles.

Up until that moment, my sexual experience was limited to kissing and over the clothes petting. Standing there with my erection out in the open, Mrs. Riley had already taken me farther than I’d ever gone before. She let me stand there blushing for a moment with her hands on my hips, letting her eyes wander from my bare feet to my eyes. She lingered on my thin, four-and-a-half inch erection longer than anywhere else. In a soft whisper, she said, “You are beautiful.”

She then took me by my wrist and pulled me down onto her lap. With our faces so close together, I thought she might kiss me, instead she slowly pulled my tshirt upward, my last piece of clothing was being removed. I raised my arms slowly as Mrs. Riley pulled it up over my head and dropped it on the floor with my other clothes. I was completely naked and perched across her lap. Her left arm was looped behind my back and held my opposite hip. I’d never felt so vulnerable before.

I tried to say something, but she raised the index finger of her free hand and set it across my lips. “Shhh.”, was all she said. That same finger slowly drug its way down my chin, neck, chest and stomach until it looped its way around my penis. Her thumb pressed in from the opposite side and she began to slowly stroke me up and down.

I felt so sexy and horny, it was something completely new to me. I wasn’t sure what to do with myself, the feelings were so powerful. I was about to ask if I should do something when Mrs. Riley leaned in close and kissed me. The kiss was a soft, gentle kiss. Her tongue entered my mouth with no urgency, she licked the front of my teeth and let her tongue dance slowly with my own. I could taste cherry pie and coffee. It was a perfect moment and I’ll remember it always.

When the kiss broke apart, she smiled at me and whispered, “Pie.” While raising her chin and motioning to the slice on the table.

I giggled a little and then took the fork in my hand. Scooping up a large bite, I raised it to her lips and fed her while sitting naked on her lap with her fingers sliding up and down along my excited penis. She obviously knew what she was doing, it’s like she could feel when I was about to squirt and her fingers would stop moving. They would only begin caressing me when I’d completely calmed down.

From time to time I would forget to feed her. When that happened, she would whisper that one word to me again, “Pie.” And I would giggle while scooping up another bite. In was during one of those moments when I began to smell her sex in the air. At first I wasn’t sure what it was. It smelled so musky and humid, it was something I couldn’t remember ever smelling before. After several moments, I began to put it all together, I could feel her warmth from beneath me, her breathing was very ragged, and I felt one of her nipples poking against my side. Mrs. Riley was just as horny as I was!

I squirmed on her lap as I scooped up the last bit of cherry pie from the plate and moved it toward her mouth. On the way there, Mrs. Riley began to stroke me really quickly. I was already hornier then I’d ever been before and it was no surprise when the pie slipped off the fork. It landed on my upper thigh and began to slide its way off. Acting quickly, Mrs. Riley pushed the dishes out of the way, helped me stand and then had me lay back on the table. Pulling her chair in close, she looked up into my eyes and began to lick the pie from my leg. After licking up any trace of the pie, she began to lick and kiss her way farther up my thigh.

In one of my most embarrassing moments ever, every muscle in my body went taut and I squealed in a strange high pitch. Mrs. Riley’s lips and fingers weren’t even close to my penis when it squirted. I was twitching and convulsing on the table while the most powerful orgasm I’ll ever have rocked though my body. I’d never heard the strange noises that slipped through my lips before. They were high pitched and sounded very primal. Pearly white drops of my love were squirting up over my stomach, a few even making it to my chest.

When it was all over and I’d finally calmed down, I raised my head to find Mrs. Riley sitting between my spread legs, leaning back in chair, smiling. In a soft voice she said, “That was the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.”

Feeling stupid, like I usually do after I masturbate, I leaned up and slid off the table. I staggered bursa eve gelen escort to the counter on rubbery legs and got a paper towel. I cleaned myself up and tossed the gooey thing in the trash. When I turned, Mrs. Riley was still sitting, watching my every move. When I went to get my clothes, she beat me to them. She told me I looked much cuter without clothes to hide behind.

I realized I hadn’t done anything for her, she must have been so horny. Again, not sure what I was doing, I stepped closer to her and slowly dropped to my knees moving between her heavy thighs. I had no idea what I’d do when I got there, but I decided I’d figure it out. Unexpectedly, she reached down and took my face in her soft hands. She looked down upon me and said, “That is very sweet of you, but you don’t need to bother. I’ve already cum twice. Let’s save that for next time.”

I felt horrible. I hadn’t even noticed that she had orgasmed, twice! I was so tied up in my own feelings and emotions that’s I’d completely overlooked Mrs. Riley’s pleasure. I promised myself I would never let that happen again. I was feeling like such a jerk. When I finally looked up into her eyes again, it was as if she knew how I was feeling and what I was thinking. Those big brown eyes seemed see more than just my physical appearance.

She took my hands and helped me rise up off the floor and at the same time she also stood up. Taking me in her arms, she kissed me once again. Another soft, gentle, unrushed, loving kiss. That kiss was well underway and I was still trying to find a place to put my hands. I couldn’t reach all the way around her, so I wound up resting them on her hips. When our lips parted, she pulled me in close and hugged me against her body.

That’s when she saw the empty 10-inch pie pan and ice cream tub. She moaned again while pulling away just enough to face me. Leaving her hands on my bare hips, she said, “I can’t believe I ate that whole pie. And how much ice cream did I eat? No. Don’t tell me I don’t want to know.”

Standing there naked, I told her it didn’t matter, that I thought she was perfectly beautiful. And if eating pie and ice cream made her happy, she should eat pie and ice cream. I started to go on, but she shushed me with her finger.

“Sweetie, I didn’t mean to sound upset. This is the first time, in as long as I can remember, that I don’t feel morbidly guilty for indulging in foods I love. And baby, I LOVE more than just your cooking. You’ve made me feel like a desirable woman. And I haven’t felt that way in a long time. You are the nicest, sweetest, cutest boy I’ve ever known.”

I felt like I was melting. Mrs. Riley was looking right into my eyes and holding me so gently. It was the moment I learned what loving someone felt like. I didn’t know what to say. I stuttered and stammered while looking up into her eyes. No longer feeling funny about being naked while she was still completely dressed. I gave up trying to express myself with words. I threw my arms up around her neck and initiated a kiss for the first time.

The kiss was just as wonderful as the others. We held each other, our tongues sliding against one another. I could still taste the pie on her tongue. My arms were able to reach all the way up around her neck, which also gave her hands freedom to explore my body without interference. Those hands of hers caressed me from the bottoms of my cheeks to my shoulders and back down again. I was beginning to feel myself getting aroused again when the kiss broke apart. We were both gasping for air and giggling.

She placed her open palm in the small of my back and guided me toward the door. With her free hand on the doorknob, she told me she wasn’t going to hesitate to come over the next time she smelled something good coming from my apartment. I giggled and told her I’d ask the landlord to get me spare key for her. She smiled and told me she’d like that very much, and she was going to hold me to it.

Pulling me in close once again, Mrs. Riley kissed me. It was another long, slow, passionate kiss. It was perfectly wonderful. And then I heard her turn the knob on my door and slowly open it, exposing us both to anyone in the hallway. For a brief moment, I wanted to hide behind the door. But that would mean breaking the kiss. And kissing Mrs. Riley was worth the chance of someone seeing me naked and kissing the woman from across the hall. I didn’t know anyone else in the building anyway. My toes curled up tightly when I made the conscience decision to let her expose me to the thankfully vacant hallway.

The kiss broke to our gasping for breath again. She spoke first, “You are my special boy.” Lowering one hand she slowly drug her fingertip up along the underside of my now very stiff penis. “I’m going to leave you wanting. But when you do masturbate, will you promise that you’ll think of me? Because Sweetie, when I masturbate, you can be sure I’ll be thinking about you.”

After one last quick ‘bunny’ kiss, Mrs. Riley released me and walked into the hallway closing my door behind her.

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Their time in Atlanta was like a dream. Nate couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so content. They were able to walk hand-in-hand, kiss and flirt with each other in public and never once worry about being spotted.

They arrived on a Monday and originally planned to stay until Thursday. After being there only one day, they decided they wanted to stay later. Since Lizzie’s publisher had paid for her portion of the trip, she had to make a call and arrange to stay through the weekend. Then they picked a somewhat nicer hotel and indulged in room service a couple of times. In between the romance and solitude, they checked out neighborhoods and some of the surrounding communities.

“I like this area,” Lizzie commented as they cruised in their rented vehicle down a street lined with enormous trees.

“Me too.”

It was an older neighborhood with medium to larger sized homes. The lot sizes were generous with a lot more mature foliage than some of the other places they’d visited.

“You don’t think the houses might be too large for just the two of us?”

Nate nodded. “I suppose they are. I was thinking that any one of these places would have a big enough space for your art studio.”

He glanced over in time to see Lizzie’s surprised expression. “What?”

“Aren’t you going to look for anything that you want?” she asked.

He chuckled. “What do I need?” He shrugged and looked around. “A room for a gym, maybe. An office and roads to jog on. I can get that anywhere. Just like finding work as an accountant.”

“I don’t want you only thinking of me as we try to find a home here.”

“Lizzie, I always think of you and anything I can do to make you happy.” He reached over and squeezed her hand where it rested on her thigh. “It’s all I want.”

“You’re something else, you know that?”

He nodded and winked at her. “I know. And I have to live with that knowledge every day.”

She laughed and squeezed his hand back.

It was Saturday and they rounded the block to find an open house another half mile up the road. It was a nice bungalow, unusual for this area but the lot size allowed for the larger footprint of the house. They wandered through the rooms, not saying much but never letting go of each other’s hand.

When they got to the master bedroom, on the northwest side of the house, they both stopped and stared.

Lizzie pointed out the window. “That is the most amazing view we’ve seen here.”

Nate had to agree. He hadn’t realized this house was so close to the neighborhood green space with the little lake and walking paths. The lot on this end of the house sloped down and away, leaving a beautiful panoramic view of the surrounding parkland over the line of the trees at the back of the property. There was even a small private patio outside the bedroom, with wrought-iron railings twisted in artistic lengths.

Nate could already see their chairs on the deck, Lizzie sitting in one with her sketchpad on her lap, he in the other, cup of coffee and newspaper in his hands. He could imagine watching the sun set every night too, holding Lizzie in his arms and whispering all the things he wanted to do to her in bed after dark.

“I think we should make an offer.” The words were out before he’d had a chance to think beyond his daydream.

Lizzie laughed and jiggled his hand. “Maybe we should check out the rest of the house first.”

Nate turned to her with a smile and nodded. They walked through the rest of the house, finding and admiring the other two bedrooms, the large, state-of-the-art kitchen, and the back deck with the beautiful, elaborate gardens. Downstairs, they found a wide-open living space complete with a wet bar and wine cellar.

“This is a nice house, Nate.” Lizzie let go of his hand to walk over and look out a window. For a basement, it wasn’t very basement-like. The windows were high but large, letting in an inordinate amount of light. “But neither of those spare bedrooms upstairs were big enough for an art studio for me.”

Nate nodded. “You’re right. I guess we’ll just have to renovate part of the basement into a studio for you.”

Lizzie turned from the window to look at him. Nate met her gaze and neither of them spoke for a long moment. She dropped her hands from the windowsill and twisted her fingers together. Nate walked towards her and pulled her hands apart to bring her fingers to his lips.

“Boy, you just have an answer for everything, don’t you?” Lizzie smiled over his bent head. “Quite a change from just a few weeks ago when neither of us had answers for anything.”

Nate nodded. “It’s not that we didn’t have answers. I think it’s that we didn’t want to face what the answers meant.”

Lizzie looked back and forth between his eyes. “You’re right. And now you’re ready to face the answers?”

“I don’t know about that but I know I don’t want to keep going on the way we have been. I’m ready for a change.” He leaned closer, their noses almost touching. “Aren’t you?”

She stared at him for a moment bursa suriyeli escort escort longer then nodded. “You’re right. We should go make an offer.”

Nate kissed her and they walked back upstairs to find the realtor.

****

Lizzie knew it wouldn’t last, their elation over making a decision and moving forward with their lives. They got home and reality sank back in. As Lizzie moved forward with her transition, Nate made arrangements to close out his accounts. Somewhere in the midst of moving arrangements, packing and unwinding together, they knew they had to make time to tell their parents.

Lance made a suggestion as to how they should handle it. He came over one evening and they all dined on Chinese takeout over boxes draped with old checkered tablecloths.

“You need to invite them over for coffee, they’ll see the boxes and there’s your conversation starter.” Lance gestured with his chopsticks as he spoke. “The rest will just come.”

Lizzie and Nate exchanged a look. They battled their guilt daily already for not having even mentioned the move to their parents up to this point. There was a good chance they might not even be forgiven for that, never mind their relationship.

“Thanks, Lance, but it’s going to take more than that, I’m afraid.” Lizzie smiled and lifted a dumpling from her plate.

“Well, the longer you leave it, the worse it’ll be.” Lance dug around his vegetables until he found a piece of water chestnut. “Don’t think you can just move and then call them from Atlanta.”

Lizzie shook her head with a laugh. “No. We wouldn’t do that. But how do you tell your parents you’re in love with your brother?”

“I’d start by assuring them that it doesn’t have anything to do with them.”

Nate nodded in agreement. Lance’s words made sense. Lizzie agreed as well but she knew that no matter how they put it, their parents were going to be hurt and confused, maybe disgusted and angry. Maybe even angry enough to decide never to see them again.

“All I know is it’ll be easier for them once we’re in Atlanta.” Lizzie pushed the remaining food around on her plate. “The distance will help.”

“Easier for them? Or for you two?”

Lizzie glanced up at Lance before looking to her brother. Nate met her eyes with his own steady gaze and she felt calmness settle over her. The hardest part of all this was still to come but in the past several weeks, she’d come to realize that with Nate, she knew she could face anything. To Lance’s question, she had no firm answer except that it was a little of both.

The three of them finished their meals and cleaned up. Lance offered to come back the next weekend to help them pack but they declined.

“I think we’ll go have lunch with them on Saturday.” Nate reached for Lizzie’s hand.

She squeezed his fingers and he looked down at her with a smile. She stepped closer and he tucked her against his side with one arm. They looked up at Lance, who stood near the front door.

“So when do you guys move?”

“Three weeks tomorrow,” Lizzie said.

“Wow. Coming up fast.” Lance narrowed his eyes. “Don’t wait to tell your parents. Go for dinner tomorrow night.”

Lizzie and Nate exchanged another look but didn’t say anything about it one way or another. They hugged Lance goodnight and watched him head down the front walk towards his waiting vehicle.

“He really is a good guy, isn’t he?”

Lizzie smiled at Nate’s perplexed tone. “I think he is.”

“He doesn’t care at all about us being together. I mean, he cares, but only as a friend looking out for other friends.”

“I know what you mean.”

Nate nodded and they backed into the house, shutting the door behind them. They made their way upstairs to the last two rooms in the house that hadn’t been packed up, their bedroom and their shared office. Nate went to his computer to make sure everything was shut down for the night and Lizzie flipped her sketchbook open.

The page it opened to was her sketch from several weeks ago, following a restless night. She’d dreamt of the isolated cabin by the lake and drawn it after waking up in the middle of the night. Later that night, Nate had found her and offered her comfort as only he could. She smiled as she traced the outline of the chimney with one finger. So much had changed since that lost and hopeless night.

“What are you working on?” Nate asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Nothing yet.” She walked over to his desk and he pushed his chair back so she could settle in his lap. “I was just looking at this.”

He nodded as he looked down at the drawing. “I remember. It’s very good.”

Lizzie smiled and relaxed against his chest. She kissed his cheek and put her fingers to the cabin in the drawing. “I’ll have to do another one once we’ve moved.”

“Good idea, sweetie.” He kissed her and held her close while they stared at the drawing for another few minutes.

Nate yawned. “I’m beat.”

“Me too.” Lizzie closed bursa ucuz escort the sketchbook, any urge to draw now gone. She set it on his desk and cuddled up to his chest.

For a little while, they sat there, arms around each other, hearts beating in time. It was quiet in the house, no artificial noise or light beyond Nate’s desk lamp. Noise from the street out front was almost nonexistent. They could almost pretend they were alone in the world. A few weeks ago, plagued with bleak dreams, Lizzie would have been afraid of that very thing. Now, she realized she only needed one thing: Nate.

She tipped her head back and he looked down into her face. “Let’s go to bed.”

He chuckled and pressed a brief kiss to her lips. “It’s only nine. You’re that tired?”

Lizzie grinned. “No. I’m not tired at all, but you just said you’re beat.” She shivered as she watched Nate’s eyes darken and his grasp around her tightened.

“Well then. I’m sure I can figure out a way to get us both a good night’s rest.”

And he did just that.

****

Next weekend, they took the long drive out to their childhood home in Winnetka. Just as they’d done last time, they held hands and spoke little. Lizzie’s leg twitched and Nate’s fingers tightened more than a few times on the steering wheel.

“Should we eat first?” Lizzie asked.

Nate glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. “As opposed to…?”

“Telling them before we eat?”

“Is that something you want to do on a full stomach?” Nate gave her a weak smile.

She looked out the windshield and Nate saw the muscles of her throat work as she swallowed. “I think they might not want to hear it on a full stomach.”

Nate’s insides clenched at the thought of how their parents would react. They’d agreed to lay it all out for them, be honest and clear, answer any questions they might have. Above all, they wouldn’t fight with them. If the worst happened, they’d just leave and go back home. In a short while, they’d be moving and they’d be out of their parents’ hair for good, if they wanted it that way.

Drawing in a deep breath, all Nate could do was squeeze Lizzie’s fingers. They’d be at their mother and father’s house in a few more miles. There was no going back.

“I love you,” Lizzie whispered as they pulled into the driveway.

“I love you, too.” He brought her hand to his lips for a kiss.

He parked the car and they got out. At the front door, their mother answered after the first knock.

“I’m amazed!” Clara exclaimed and drew them inside for hugs. “You’re on time for once.”

They laughed and Nate knew their mother wouldn’t hear the strain in their laughter.

“Where’s Dad?” Lizzie asked.

“He’s in his den, watching the game.” Clara turned and urged them towards the kitchen. “God, you’re both too skinny. Come eat something.”

“Mom, we’re here for lunch.” Nate laughed but followed his mother into the kitchen. “The whole point is eating.”

“Yes, well, lunch won’t be ready for a bit yet. Come have a snack and then you can go tear your father away from the television.”

Lizzie and Nate exchanged a look as their mother moved across the kitchen. It didn’t matter what they looked like, if they were chubby or skeletal. Clara liked to feed her kids. They submitted to her snack-administering and sat together at the kitchen table.

“How is work, Elizabeth?” Clara asked as she set a bowl of mixed fruit on the table between them.

“It’s great.” Lizzie smiled, happy to discuss her work. Ever since accepting the new position, she’d been taking on new and different duties as training for her eventual transfer. She told her mother about the new job and left out the part about the transfer to Atlanta for the moment.

“That’s wonderful, my dear.” Clara bent to kiss her daughter on the cheek. “I knew you’d make a name for yourself there, but I had no idea it’d be so fast.”

“Me either, Mom.” Lizzie agreed with a nod before glancing at Nate again.

He couldn’t help it. He beamed with pride at the way her cheeks turned pink with pleasure at the discussion. He knew she’d been working her ass off for months now and more recently, since accepting the new position. She came home fit to bursting with tales of her day at work and all the new things she’d been learning. Between that and the move, she’d changed. She was more relaxed and playful. Nate would have loved her forever, no matter what, but he’d be lying if he said the change to her demeanor didn’t please him.

“Maybe now you can get your own place and let Nate have his house back,” Clara said as she turned back to the counter where she was finishing up with lunch prep.

At that, Lizzie straightened up in her chair, the cheerful color fading from her face. Nate met her look and gave a slight nod.

“Uh, I’ll go get Dad.” He stood up and hurried down the hall to find his father. He heard Lizzie speaking to their mother.

“Mom, there’s something about the job that I have to bursa üniversiteli escort tell you…”

Nate swallowed the lump in his throat. It was here, the time they’d have to come clean with their parents. He paused in the doorway to the den and knocked on the open door.

“Dad?”

“Hi, Nathaniel. How are you, son?” Davis stood up and walked over to give his son a hug. “Where’s your sister?”

“In the kitchen with Mom.” Nate swallowed again and gave his father a weak smile. “Would you come into the kitchen? Lizzie has some news to share.”

Davis grinned. “Yeah? Of course.” He turned and picked up the remote to flick the TV off. Then he followed Nate back to the kitchen.

“Hi, Dad.” Lizzie stood up to give her father a hug.

“Hi, sweetie.” He kissed her forehead and held her at arm’s length. “You look different. Are you eating enough?”

Lizzie rolled her eyes. “Why is that the first question from both of you? Yes, I eat enough.”

“We just want to make sure you’re taking care of yourselves.” Clara smiled over her shoulder. “Davis, get them some drinks and sit down so Elizabeth can tell us her news.”

“Sure. Nate, you want a beer?”

“No thanks. Just iced tea is good.”

“Elizabeth?”

“Same for me.”

Davis pulled the pitcher from the fridge and poured four glasses. He set Clara’s on the counter, giving her a quick kiss and squeeze around her waist with one hand. Then he sat across the table from Lizzie and Nate, setting their glasses down as well.

“So what’s the big news, Elizabeth?” Davis asked.

“I was telling Mom about my new position with the publisher.” Lizzie quickly recounted what she’d already told Clara about the job. Davis grinned, patted her hand and gave her a hearty congratulations.

“Thanks, Dad.” Lizzie smiled and looked down at the table. She fidgeted for a minute until Nate touched her leg under the table. Her eyes lifted, flicked over his face briefly before turning to their father again. Clara had moved over to sit beside Davis as well.

“What is it?” Their mother cocked her head to one side.

“This new job came with… conditions.” Lizzie swallowed. “Well, one condition, really.”

“What?”

Lizzie glanced sideways at Nate once more. “Um. I have to move. To Atlanta. The new position is there.”

For a second, no one spoke. Davis cleared his throat and reached for his wife’s hand. “Elizabeth, this job is an amazing opportunity for you. If it was in Anchorage, we’d still say you should take it.”

“Oh, I’ve accepted the job, Dad. I’ve already been down there to look for a place to live.”

“That’s wonderful, my dear.” Clara blinked a few times and Nate knew she was holding back tears.

He looked down. He had a sinking feeling that the rest of this conversation wasn’t going to go well at all.

“Of course, we’ll miss you, but it’s only a plane ride away,” Davis said, still holding Clara’s hand. “When do you move?”

“In a little less than three weeks.”

“My goodness, that’s soon.” Clara looked up and gave her daughter a watery smile. “Do you need help packing?”

“No, Nate… um, Nate’s done a lot.”

Nate could hear the catch in her voice and knew he’d have to do the rest. She was on the verge of breaking down.

“Well, at least Nate will get his house back.” Clara gave a little laugh. “You can start doing your own thing again.”

“Mom, Dad. There’s something else we need to tell you.” Nate cleared his throat, the words churning over and over in his head. He needed to say it, just say it once, out loud for them and then they could deal with whatever came. The were stuck though, lodged in his throat and he struggled.

Their father frowned. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I’m moving. To Atlanta, as well.”

Davis frowned. “I don’t understand. Did your office offer you a new position there?”

“No. I’ve signed off most of my accounts here and tendered my resignation with the firm.”

Clara shook her head. “Why would you do that? What’s in Atlanta?”

Nate looked at Lizzie. Her eyes were wide and she was pale as snow. Now. He needed to say it now. All of it, all at once.

“Lizzie will be there. We’re moving to Atlanta together.”

Silence dropped over them like a shockwave. Lizzie reached down to clutch Nate’s fingers where they still rested on her thigh. He returned the gesture, more than aware of the desperate worry in her grasp. Drawing in a deep breath, he lifted their joined hands, overpowering Lizzie’s panicked resistance, and set their hands on the table.

Their parents’ eyes fell to their hands and Clara sucked in a sharp breath. “No.” Her voice was barely a whisper, her face drawn taut.

“I don’t understand.” This from Davis, his expression one of confusion.

“I’m moving… we’re moving to Atlanta together.” Nate drew a deep breath. “I’m moving because Lizzie took that job in Atlanta and we didn’t want to be apart from each other. It’s what… it’s what couples do.”

“Couples?” Davis’ eyes snapped to Nate’s face. “What the hell is going on here?”

“Davis…” Clara’s voice was weak and her husband turned to her immediately. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what? Ask questions? Did you hear what he just said?”

Clara stared at her husband, her eyes pleading. Nate and Lizzie watched the exchange, their fingers tightening their hold.

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Keeping It in the Family (Sisters) Ch. 03

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WARNING: There is reluctant and straight sexual activity in this story. If you do not like either of these categories, I suggest you do not read.

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Naomi quickly got up and put her clothes back on, then helped a dazed and satisfied Anna do the same. She was kind of jealous that her mother ate her girlfriend/sister so well her first try, but it didn’t bother her so much, so she didn’t think anything of it.

Once they were both dressed, Naomi told Anna to put a chair out on the front lawn while she went to get something ‘special’. Anna compiled and got a green lawn chair from the back and brought it to the pathway to the front steps. When she came back in the house, she saw Emma trying to sit up straight and lean up against the couch still trying to catch her breath. Anna softly chuckled at the worn out woman’s efforts. She noticed that her legs were still untaped and casually taped them together immobilizing most of her mother’s movements. As soon as she was done, she heard Naomi call down for her.

“Coming!” Anna answered. She took one last look at Emma before heading up the steps to her lover.

When she opened the door to Naomi’s room, she found her rummaging through their sex trunk.

“Where’s Trevor?” Naomi asked, referring to their shared 9 inch purple dildo.

“Um…we just used him didn’t we? It’s probably under the bed.”

“I already checked there.”

“Is that all you were looking for?”

“Yeah, but I guess we can just substitute,” Naomi started towards the door descending down the steps with Anna following closely behind. When they were both at the bottom of the steps, they found Emma trying to escape by inching like a caterpillar towards the front door.

“Oooh, don’t worry mom. Outside is exactly where we’re going ,” Naomi said smugly.

Naomi took one of her arms and motioned for Anna to take the other. They both dragged their naked tied up mother outside on the walkway of their steps where the lawn chair sat.

The sun was shining high in the sky at 12:32pm with birds chirping and the trees flowing with the wind. “Ooh. Such a beautiful day to fuck your mother outside, doncha think?”

“A beautiful day indeed,” Anna agreed, staring off in the horizon.

“Alright, set her down here, then sit in the chair.” They let go of Emma beside the chair and Anna happily sat down.

“What if someone see’s? God this is so fucked up,” Emma cried out.

“Quiet!” Naomi replied. She picked her up and laid her over Anna’s lap.

“The FUCK are you doing?”

Anna pushed her head her down and slapped her ass causing it to turn into a light pink. “She said, quiet!”

Emma whimpered quietly and laid there helplessly while she waited for her punishment.

“I’ll be right back.” Katie said dashing back in the house. “Warm her up for me, yeah?”

“No problem” Anna answered with a devilish grin. She leaned over and picked a blade of grass beside her. Softly and carefully, she brushed the tip of the grass over Emma’s bare back. She shivered and grew goosebumps all over, she’d even relaxed a little. That was until she felt the single blade of grass run further down her spine, over her soft plump ass cheek and inside the crack tickling her in an itchy sort of way. Her first instinct was to reach up and scratch it, but with her hands tied up, all she could do was squirm and clench her two cheeks together.

“Oh now that’s no fun. Come on mommy, relax,” Anna said while she soothingly ran her hand through Emma’s hair. Unfortunately, Emma didn’t budge. Anna quickly changed her demeanor and pulled Emma’s head by her hair so she could talk in her ear. “Open your fucking ass up NOW!”

Hesitantly, Emma loosen up her butt muscles only to immediately feel Anna’s two fingers plunging inside her asshole while the cursed blade of grass played back and forth on her poked out, hard, enlarged clit. “Oh my gahhh ahhh” Emma grunted. She felt Anna fucking her two knuckles deep mercilessly inside of her.

Saved by the bell, Naomi came back skipping towards them with her hands behind her back carrying the widest grin anyone’s ever seen.

“What’s got you so happy?” Anna queried still fucking Emma’s ass.

“I found what we could replace Trevor with for the time being.” Katie brought her hand from behind her back to reveal a long, thick, rinsed off cucumber. Emma, having her head down with her eyes closed tightly, had no idea what they were talking about, but from past events, she could tell it wasn’t anything good.

A bursa eskort minute past and Emma found herself being stretched deliciously, taking the whole length of the cucumber in her sopping wet pussy. Her knuckles white from squeezing her hands into fists very tightly trying to keep from squirming too much. Squirming meant a soul searing slap to the ass that left a red outline of Anna’s hand print on each cheek.

She was more so afraid of getting caught in the midst of all this but that very same thought had her pussy quivering and leaking with need. She never thought of herself as much of an exhibitionist, but with the potential of getting caught so high, she couldn’t help but tremble with little tiny orgasmic waves moving smoothly through her.

Fortunately, the inevitable happened, a man walked by across the street and saw the nude, defenseless, woman bent over a girl with another girl plunging a cucumber up her cunt. He looked like he was well in his 20s, much older than Naomi and Emma for sure. He seemed to have thought his eye’s weren’t working as he rubbed and blinked them trying to clear his vision. “Oh, my gah”

“Hello,” Naomi waved across the street “You like what you see.”

“You-you girls aren’t supposed to be doing this.” the man said walking closer to the house

“Oh yeah? says who?” she said with a smirk. “I can uh, see your little friend doesn’t mind.”

The man looked down to see his fully erect member pointed towards the three women. He tried tucking it in between his legs but the damage was already done, everyone but Emma knew that he was very aroused by this public display.

“Oh mommy, it seems we have treat for you,” Anna told Emma.

Emma lifted her head up to find her old paper boy to the side of her. She hadn’t seen him in a while what with him going away for college. She tried to squirm away but that quickly turned into a slap from Anna. She hung her head down in defeat and whimpered quietly.

“Hey, I know you girls. You’re that family that adopted a kid a while back.” The man realized “And… wait…Emma?? You girls are sick, how could you do this to your own mother.”

“If we’re so sick, why haven’t you called the police yet,” Anna queried. “l mean come on, you have a full on hard on right now, she’s right here for the taking. It just depends on if you want it enough.”

The man stood there stunned. He had always wanted to fuck Emma since he was a boy, but not like this. Somehow though, he couldn’t seem to move his hand to his phone. Emma just looked so hot with that cucumber rammed in her pussy like that. His cock got impossibly harder in his jeans. His palms started sweating as he stood there watching as the cucumber slid in and out of her so easily. God, the sounds she made.

“Come on she doesn’t bite.” Naomi said as she grabbed his hand and led him over to her mother. It was as if he was possessed and had no control of his own body. Next thing he knew, his pants were unzipped and his cock was being pulled out by a hand that wasn’t his.

“Wow we got a big one here, I guess it’s good we fucked her with the cucumber first, I don’t think she would’ve been able to take him without it.” Naomi gripped his member, making him groan while his cock dripped with precum.

“You ready, mom?” Anna asked.

“No, No, please James, don’t-don’t do thissssss” Emma’s pleass were cut off by the feeling of James’s thick member stretching her out.

“Ohhh shit, this is so bad,” James said as he used the weight of his hips to slide the length of his dick inside of her. Emma panted and groaned at the realization that he fit it all the way inside when she felt his thighs on her butt.

“Ahh she’s clenching, fuck!” Soon he was thrusting in and out of her with abandon. Lust was oozing out of his pores as all of his fantasies of Emma fueled his hips into pounding harder and faster. Emma couldn’t believe how her day had turned out so far. She’s had amazing lesbian sex (granted it was against her will and with her two daughters) and now she’s having sex, or rather getting fucked by one of the neighborhood boys, and…loving every fucking minute of it. The cucumber had already left her wet and gooey and ready for the next plunge. Now to have a hard, warm, smooth, young cock pistoning in and out had her wanting more. Not necessarily more dick, but more of what Naomi and Anna had to offer her. She knew she could never speak this truth out loud to them, it was far too embarrassing. Right then and there, she knew she wanted, no, needed her daughter’s sapphic love.

For right now though, she’ll just enjoy this proper fucking. James’ dick was hitting bursa merkez escort all the right places, especially her G Spot. Oh my gosh, he hit it so hard and good every single time. She knew after a couple more thrusts, she was done for.

“Oh my god, she’s so fucking tight,” James, exclaimed.

Emma started gripping Anna’s shirt as tight as she could as if to ensure that she wouldn’t float away after this mind searing orgasm.

“Oh god, oh please, oh god” she was crying for who knows what. Gasping for more and more air as her orgasm approached and eventually released the dam and all its glory. She put her mouth over Anna thigh and bit into it so as to not alert the neighborhood with her cries of ecstasy.

James had felt Emma’s pussy explode all over his pulsing dick and couldn’t help but but do the same to her.

“Fuck, she just came on my dick, I’m gonna-“

“Ooohhh no, no ya don’t, not inside my mom, I’m not looking forward to a baby in the house.” Naomi said pulling James out of her mother. Emma whimpered at the sudden feeling of her now emptied hole dripping cum on their path way. “You can go now, we’re done here.”

“What!? But I didn’t even get to cum yet”

“And you never will, if I decide to break it, go! Now!” James angrily stuffed his still hard cock down his pants, knowing full well he couldn’t do anything to change her mind.

“Come on, mom, let’s get you cleaned up,” Anna suggested.

Anna told Naomi to clean up everything they’d messed up while she took Emma to the bathroom.

She knew Emma wouldn’t be able to stand up right after that hard fucking she had just gotten, so she cut the tape from her legs and helped her up the steps to the bathroom and sat her on the toilet. She stared deeply into Emma’s eyes sitting in complete silence.

“I love her, you know,” Anna finally said. “I know you think it’s wrong, but we can’t help what we feel for each other.” Anna paused a moment before taking her shirt off. “I can see that you want me. It’s in your eyes. It’s so obvious, almost as if you’re not trying to hide it.” She stood up and wrapped her arms around her to cut the tape from her arms loose. She held her wrists tightly and forced Emma to grab her tits. “You like these, don’t you?”

Emma couldn’t find the words to say, so she quickly squeezed the large orbs, almost like a flinch. They felt so soft, but firm. She looked at her nipples, how small and pink they were…and…hard! So hard they looked like they were just ready to be sucked. She could’ve just assumed that she was cold, but something in her loins wanted the reason to be that Anna wanted her. Emma’s heart rate went up and her palms her getting sweaty.

“Just say it,” Anna said kind of desperately. When she was answered with more silence, she made it seem as if she’d given up and took off more of her clothes until she was completely naked. She turned to the shower and cut it on before helping her mother inside. She lathered her loofah with soap and started along Emma’s neck. Emma tried to keep a straight face during the process, but it proved very difficult. Anna continued down her arms where she grew goosebumps. “Just say it,” Anna said slightly above a whisper. Emma looked up at her with half lidded eyes, breathing heavier than normal. She almost looked like she was going to say something, but decided against it. Anna travelled to both her shoulders and arms mainly just cleaning off the heavy sheen of sweat That’s been building up since this morning. The smell of almond and honey filled the bathroom the more her daughter soaped her up.

“You know,” Naomi started in a low seductive voice. “You ate me soo good, on the couch earlier, remember?”

“Of course I-I…” Emma started before she forced her mouth shut not wanting to give up her perversion just yet. She knew that she wanted Anna, she wanted her so fucking bad, but she couldn’t seem to find the courage to speak it, but Anna knew just what buttons to press to get her to confess.

“Of course you remember…that’s what you were gonna say” Naomi said matter-of-factly “You remember not because it happened not so long ago, but because you loved it so much.” Naomi started to travel up to her mom’s mom’s breast and sort of slowly massaged them around and around, careful not to touch her nipples. “You loved the taste of your daughter’s pussy. I could tell. After I came, you kept going, like you wanted it to last.” Anna leaned into her so she was close to her ear. She whispered ever so softly “I bet you came so hard because the act of eating me got you so hot.”

Emma shivered under Anna’s unwavering gaze. Even though bursa sınırsız escort she knew she was in the shower, she felt like her skin, had burst into flames “Say it.” Anna said once more. Emma lowered her eyes to the ground holding them there, not wanting to be sucked into Anna’s alluring eyes again. Anna went on to soap up the rest of Emma’s body. Emma let out a soft sigh, relieved that Anna seemed to have dropped the subject. She then started to regain her strength and rinsed herself off. When she was done, Anna faked like she was about to turn the water off and grabbed her waist to pull her close. So close, every breath either one of them took make it so their nipples brushed up together.

“Wha-what are you doing!” Emma said startled.

“I was as hesitant as you, once. When Naomi told me that she liked me, I was scared to say it back to her,” Anna paused, reminiscing the start of her and Naomi’s lives together. “You know what she did to get me out of my funk?” She said with a mischievous smile. Emma looked at her wanting to know the answer. Anna grabbed Emma’s hair and pulled her towards her lips until they came crashing together. Their lips glided together in sync like they were meant to kiss from the beginning causing Emma’s eyes to bulge out of their sockets. Even though Anna had already forced kissed her earlier, this felt like their first kiss not as mother and daughter, but as lovers. Anna cradled Emma’s head with her other hand, sucking on Emma’s bottom lip eliciting a little whimper from her. She ran her tongue lightly in the crease of her mother’s lips asking to be let in.

Emma, without hesitation, parted her lips, accepting her daughter tongue as it slithered in and explored deep inside her mouth. Emma instinctively grabbed hold of Anna’s hips as she slowly lowered her eyes closed. They both started kissing each other more passionately, sucking and licking at each other’s lips, heavy sighs and moans being drowned out by the sound of the water from the shower beating down on their radiating bodies. Without thinking, Emma pushed her tongue in Anna’s mouth where it was captured by her lips and teeth and sucked on. Anna pulled her in closer so their breasts mashed up against each other, but mainly so that she place her leg in between Emma’s and pushed her thigh up against her mound.

Emma eyes shot open as her daughter’s thigh pressed up on her newly wet and throbbing pussy. Anna looked at her with bedroom eyes as she gently suckled on her tongue as her thigh stayed between her legs. Emma quickly caught ahead with what she was suppose to do and starting grinding on Anna’s thigh quickly setting the perfect pace to make her cum quick. Emma broke off the kiss leaned her head back so she was facing the ceiling and cried, “Oh my god, you feel so good, feel so fucking good!”

“Your pussy’s so wet right now, I swear it’s dripping off me!” Anna moaned as she leaned forward to lick and suck along Emma’s neck. Emma kept grinding, climbing closer and closer to her climax. Anna started kissing down her neck pass her collarbone and finally to her breasts.

“Ahhh yes” Emma whimpered as her weakness was being battered by Anna’s unrelenting tongue as it flicked and circled her poor sensitive nipple.

“Come on mommy, cum. I know you can do it. Fucking cum!”

“Christ! baby, we’re gonna have to wash your mouth out after this.”

“You’re one to talk, but we can do anything you want as long as I get to suck your juices afterwards.” Anna words were only making her climb faster to her orgasm but her stamina wasn’t matching her libido and her hips started to slow. Anna sensed this and grabbed hold of Emma’s hips and moved her up and down her thigh faster, coaxing the orgasm out of her mother. She moved in to continue suckling on Emma’s nipples until she bit down on the sensitive nub which elicited a howl/moan from her mother as she experienced her third mind blowing orgasm that day. Emma was panting and flinching as the aftershocks of her orgasm burst inside of her over and over. Anna slowly let her thigh down and helped Emma out of the shower.

“So…what was that about washing my mouth out?” Anna asked grabbing Emma’s butt and pulling her close again. Emma smirked and wrapped her arms around her daughter’s neck.

“Shut up.” Emma leaned forward and kissed Anna long and hard.

Suddenly the door opened startling them both. “I knew I heard something…dirty.” Naomi said leaning up against the frame of the door.

“Mmm you sure did.” Emma said with new found confidence as she pulled Naomi by her shirt collar until she was close enough to devour her lips. She looked up to Naomi’s surprised eyes and looked over to Anna’s knowing ones. She knew this is where she wanted to be. She took her daughter into her arms and kissed her, licking everywhere but her uvula. She kissed her baby girl and knew she’d never ever have sexual frustrations again.

The end

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Bride Submission: A Shocking Secret

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Summary: Feminist lawyer learns of family’s secret sex society life.

Note 1: Thanks to MAB7991, Robert, and goamz86 for editing this story.

Note 2: This is the first part of a year-long plus multi-part story of the bride’s extensive submission from powerful lawyer to obedient incestuous submissive slut during her wedding week.

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“I just need to warn you my family is very different,” Bradley said out of the blue as we reached their luxury hotel…they occupied the penthouse suite.

The way he stressed the word ‘very’ and the look of anxiety on his face had me slightly concerned.

I comforted him, “Honey, if they are anything like you then you have nothing to worry about.”

“That’s the problem, my parents are very, um, what is the best word to use…liberated,” he continued as we walked towards the elevator.

“Liberated how?” I asked, thinking it was an odd word choice.

“They’re swingers, for one thing,” he revealed.

“Oh!” Was all I could muster, this revelation not what I had been expecting.

“They believe we were put on earth as sexual beings and that monogamy is a silly societal expectation made to control the masses,” he explained.

I laughed, suddenly realizing that Bradley was playing with me, “That’s funny, so I suppose my parents and yours are already up there swapping wives.”

“It’s entirely possible,” he sighed, his tone and deathly white complexion telling me this wasn’t a joke.

I asked, suddenly worried, “You’re serious?”

“It gets worse,” he said, unable to look me in the eye.

“Worse than they are swingers who may try to seduce my parents?” I asked, although the idea of my parents as swingers seemed rather humorous. I liked to think they only had sex three times to produce my two older brothers and me.

He continued, clearly nervous, “I should have told you this a long time ago, but I had no idea how to bring it up.”

“It’s okay,” I said, although I was beginning to wonder if that was true.

“I don’t even know how to begin to tell you this.”

“Honey, just say it,” I said, growing more and more curious about what else there could be.

“Brittany, I love you,” he said, as he took both my hands in his and looked into my eyes.

“I love you too, Bradley, and nothing your parents say or do will change that,” I said, trying to comfort him. We were getting married in four days and, due to a variety of reasons, I had yet to meet his globe-trotting parents.

“I should have told you this long time ago, but the reality is, I was too scared to lose you,” he repeated, continuing to be cryptic and vague.

“Just tell me,” I said, getting more worried. Bradley was a strong-willed man and I had never seen him like this…so insecure and nervous…what I loved about him was his powerful persona, especially in the bedroom, “Nothing you say will change how I feel about you.”

“We will see about that,” he said.

“Honey, tell me now,” I demanded, as we finally entered the elevator.

“My family is part of the Order of Syndom,” he said.

“What is that?” I asked, as the elevator began its ascent to the penthouse.

“A secret society of families who run the world through a complex male dominated society,” he revealed.

“What does that even mean?” I asked, getting slightly annoyed by his vagueness. What I loved about Bradley was he was a real man and understood how to treat and please a woman. We are both lawyers and he understands the high stress pressure of my job. He was also the first man who understood my doppelganger personality. At work I was an ice queen; a determined woman trying to be successful and prominent in a still very male dominated field. On the other hand, he understood that when in the bedroom, I wanted to just turn off that persona and become my polar business opposite…submissive and obedient.

“It means that my family is a member of a very exclusive society that sees men as superior and women as subservient,” he continued.

“Like I am to you in the bedroom,” I smiled playfully, trying to lighten the tension.

“Yes, but it’s much more complex than that,” he said, not smiling like he usually did when I got flirty.

Just then, the elevator slowed down, stopping on the tenth floor. An older man, holding hands with a girl who couldn’t be more than twenty and was dressed in a plaid school girl skirt, white blouse, thigh high beige stockings which were completely in view, five inch heels, pigtails and a strange looking black choker with a gold symbol I’d never seen before engraved on it, got onto the elevator. She looked like a complete slut and he like a fucking pervert.

Bradley said with a heavy sigh, “Hi, Uncle Bart.”

“Hey, big man, long time no see,” the good looking, grey haired man greeted, before turning to me and saying, “And you must be the bride-to-be.”

“So I’m told,” I smiled politely, already not liking him.

He took my hand and kissed it as he said, “Brad, this is my girlfriend Amber, she is the Rockenports’ youngest daughter.”

The bursa escort Rockenports were one of the ten richest families in America, being oil Barons in Texas, owners of a fancy line of hotels including the one we were currently in, and, the head of the family, James Rockenport had recently hinted he may run for President.

“Nice to meet you, Amber,” Bradley greeted, although he looked incredibly nervous.

“Nice to meet you too, Master Bradley,” the young slut replied, bowing to him.

I gasped out of shock and anger…thinking only I get to call Bradley ‘Master’!

Bart, seeing my reaction, asked, clearly surprised, “She doesn’t know?”

“I was just trying to tell her when you got on the elevator,” Bradley explained, clearly anxiety riddled.

“Yes, apparently your family is a member of some sinister secret man society,” I flippantly said, wanting to make it clear I wasn’t buying into this old school male hierarchy bullshit, as I glared at the blonde bimbo who had called Bradley master.

In the bedroom, I often referred to Bradley as Master and allowed him to call me a variety of derogatory names that always got me off. Yet, in public, I was clearly the one in charge.

“Oh my,” Bart said, “this is going to be interesting.”

“How?” I asked.

Amber, who had remained mostly silent, said, “You’re in for a real revelation.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell her,” Bart repeated, ignoring my question and shaking his head.

“Tell me what?” I demanded, getting frustrated, like I often did in the law office when men talked around me and not to me.

“Shit,” Bradley cursed, as the elevator slowed down. “Honey, please let’s go back downstairs so I can explain everything.”

“Is the initiation training off?” Amber asked, disappointment in her voice.

Bart said, “Don’t worry, the initiation training is definitely still on.”

“What initiation training?” I asked again.

Just then, the elevator doors opened and I gasped again.

A ridiculously big breasted, red headed young girl in a maid outfit greeted us, “Welcome to Brittany’s initiation training into the Order of Syndom. Please sign in.”

I glared at Bradley.

Bart greeted, “You’re new.”

“I’m Star,” she introduced herself, with a heavy French accent.

“Of course you are,” I sarcastically quipped.

Ignoring my clear disgust at her, she continued, “My daddy is Mario Cliffton.”

Mario Cliffton was a French fashion mogul and the designer of the dress I was wearing Saturday. My head was beginning to spin as I tried to put this avalanche of strange disconnected information together.

“How lovely,” Bart smiled, cupping her breasts through her skimpy uniform.

I again glared at Bradley, who was not looking at me but staring at the big chested maid.

I moved to the guest book and cursed, “Shit, my parents are already here.”

The redhead said ball bubbly like a bimbo would be, “Oh, they have been here for a couple of hours already.”

Bart quipped, “I imagine they are more than just here.”

“What does that mean?” I snapped, civility no longer an option.

“I think it is better for you to see for yourself,” Bart said, as he stopped feeling up the quasi-celebrity maid, and signed in. “Oh, Candi is already here and so is Dad.”

I had met Candi, Bradley’s sister, once while in Vegas, and thought she was rather strange and subservient, which was all beginning to make sense as this bizarre day continued.

“Shit,” Bradley finally spoke. “Brittany let’s get out of here…this was a mistake.”

“I’m not leaving until I see that my parents are okay,” I said tersely.

Star said, all giddy, “I’ll let Master know the guest of honour is here.”

She disappeared around a corner as I turned to Bradley and asked, my tone giving no doubt as to my growing anger, “What the hell is going on Bradley?”

He stammered, “I-I-I, um.”

Bart interjected, “Brittany, we’re a very close family.”

“So is mine,” I replied. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“We have a family tradition that goes back hundreds of years,” he continued, avoiding a clear cut answer like politicians always do.

“Stop giving me cryptic answers,” I snapped.

Before he could answer, I heard another voice from behind me, “Brittany, it is so great to finally meet you.”

I turned around to see a very good looking older man, a close replica of Bradley, looking at me, dressed only in a robe.

Shifting from hostile to sweet, I greeted, “Hi, Mr. Wolfe, it is a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“You as well,” he smiled warmly, pulling me into a big hug, his smile so inviting.

This was how I had imagined the meeting, minus the poking of his cock into my thigh during the hug.

Breaking the hug, he took my hand and said, “Come with me, Brittany. My wife is dying to meet you.”

“Dad, please,” Bradley said.

Mr. Wolfe gave him a look similar to what I give, which shut him up quickly.

I followed my father-in-law bursa ucuz eskort to be around the corner, and was quickly overwhelmed with the massive spread of a penthouse suite. It looked like somewhere that movie actors would stay. He led me through the massive living room as I wondered where everybody was.

Stopping at the door, he asked, “What did Brad tell you about me?”

“He was cryptically telling me about a secret society led by men, but we were interrupted by Bart and his high school girlfriend,” I answered.

“Bart likes them young,” he chuckled as if that explained it, “always trading in for a newer model.” After a pause, he said, “Did you know your family is also a part of the Order of Syndom?”

“What?” I asked, shocked.

“Yes, I have known your father for years. I am surprised he was able to resist the obvious temptation,” he said, again being cryptic.

“What temptation?” I asked, suddenly leery of where this conversation was going.

“Why, you, of course,” he smiled, opening the door to a massive bedroom.

What I saw next shocked me to the very core of my being. I stammered, “M-m-mom!”

My mother, completely naked except for black thigh highs, was straddling a grey haired man in his sixties, assumedly Bradley’s grandfather, and riding his cock…in her ass.

Mom, not remotely embarrassed to be caught by her daughter committing sodomized adultery, moaned, as she took the older man’s long, thick cock in her ass, “Hiiii, sweetheart.”

I hadn’t noticed Dad, but was greeted by his voice, “Hi, honey, happy you could make it to your initiation training.”

I turned to see he was sitting with a beer in his hand as Bradley’s sister, Candi, also naked except thigh highs, hers red, sucked his cock.

“D-d-dad,” I stammered, unable to comprehend what I was witnessing.

He ordered, “Come and give Dad a hug.”

My mind spinning, I obeyed my father like I always did, as I tentatively walked over to him and bent down to give him a hug, trying to avoid looking at his cock.

I gave him my usual daughter-dad hug, but when I went to move away, he ordered, “Come sit on Daddy’s lap so I can explain what is happening here.”

“But you’re naked,” I said, pointing out the obvious, before adding, “and someone who is not Mom is sucking your cock.”

“As you should be too,” he responded.

“Daddy!” I gasped, unsure if he meant naked or sucking him. As soon as I was around my father, who was and still is a very handsome man and very forceful, I became a little girl again, eager to get his approval and completely unlike my usual strong-willed self.

“Just do as Daddy asks,” he said soothingly, somehow making his absurd request seem okay.

Behind me, Mom’s moans increased and I looked back to see that an older woman, Bradley’s mother I assumed, was now awkwardly licking Mom’s pussy as she continued riding the old man’s cock.

My pussy was undeniably, inexplicably wet, which only enhanced my confusion.

“Honey, come and get Daddy hard,” Mr. Wolfe said behind me.

I turned to watch his daughter, Candi, move away from between my father’s legs and scurry to her father, dropping to her knees as he dropped his robe. I stared in voyeuristic awe at the incestuous act as she took her dad’s cock into her mouth.

Dad said, drawing me away from the shocking act and back to him, “Time for you to begin your initiation training, Brittany.”

I turned to him, his eight inch erect cock pointing up at me, and asked firmly, “Dad, please tell me what is going on.”

“Get undressed and I will explain everything,” he said.

I was distracted as I heard mom screamed, “Fuuuuuck, fill my ass with your come, Maaaaaster.”

I again turned to watch as Mom reached orgasm from riding a stranger’s cock in her ass.

“Your Mother has her best orgasms from getting ass fucked,” Dad said, behind me.

Ironically, I thought to myself, so do I. I felt it was the ultimate act of submission, giving your ass away that made it so hot. Bradley fucked my ass regularly, filling my ass with cum as he called me nasty names…knowing that the ultimate submission always got me off.

“Earth to Brittany,” Dad said, as I was brought back to the crazy reality I was witnessing.

“W-w-what?” I stammered, turning away from Mom’s sodomy and back to my naked father.

“What are you thinking?” Dad asked, the smug look on his face showing that he somehow knew it was something naughty.

“N-n-nothing,” I stuttered.

“Were you enjoying watching your mother?” he asked.

“What? No,” I defended, as I actually hadn’t. “It’s just I can’t begin to understand what is happening here.”

“I think you have always known,” Dad said, his hand moving to his fully erect cock.

“Known what?” I asked, Dad’s cryptic answers as annoying as Bradley’s earlier.

“That mom is subservient,” he said.

Thinking of how mother was the stay at home wife, so “Leave it to Beaver”, and always fawning over Dad it vaguely bursa anal yapan escort made sense. She also always wore nylons and was, in retrospect, very obedient.

I joked, “I just thought she never left the fifties.”

“Oh, in many ways she hasn’t,” Dad laughed back. After a moment, he ordered, “Now get undressed, my dear.”

“But…” I began, the order so ludicrous.

“No buts, Brittany, everyone else is naked,” he pointed out.

“Except for the thigh highs,” I quipped, always unable to avoid being a smart ass when the opportunity arose.

“Are you wearing thigh highs?” Dad asked.

“Yes,” I admitted, suddenly wondering if the silk thigh high stockings Bradley always had me wear, and were being worn by every woman here, was somehow a symbol of obedience for the women in this strange secret society. Also, I vaguely remembered that mom wore pantyhose every day when I was growing up and wondered now if they had always been thigh highs.

“Good, at least Brad did that right,” Dad said, his tone implying annoyance at Bradley.

“What does that mean?” I asked, as I kept asking questions, but got only vague answers and more questions.

“Just that Brad has not followed the Order of Syndom, which is very disappointing, since I chose him for you,” Dad revealed, another domino falling in a life that before the past half hour had made sense.

“Excuse me?” I asked, his last few words shocking me yet again.

“Oh honey, do you really not understand yet the breadth of the Order of Syndom?” He said, as he pointed around the room.

I didn’t look but instead firmly demanded, “Tell me what you mean by you ‘chose him for me’.

He sighed, “I told you I would explain everything once you got undressed, Brittany.”

“Fine!” I snapped, frustrated and figuring obeying this preposterous task would get me closer to the answers I was searching for. I took off my dress and stood in front of my father in only my bra, panties and thigh highs…shivering slightly and feeling very vulnerable.

“Bra and panties too,” Dad instructed.

“Seriously?” I asked.

“We are all just flesh and bone, my dear,” Dad explained, “don’t let society’s expectations control yours. Nudity is natural.”

“Is that why incest is justified?” I quipped, turning to look at Candi sucking her dad’s cock rather lavishly.

“Exactly,” he nodded, ignoring my sarcasm, as he explained, “Sex is supposed to be between two or more people you love, and who loves you more than your own flesh and blood?”

“You want to have sex with me?” I asked, even though the answer was beginning to be obvious.

“Of course,” he nodded, “but this is about much more than just having sex with you.”

“It is?” I asked flabbergasted, my father just admitting he wanted to fuck me. My whole father-daughter relationship was suddenly being questioned.

From behind me, Mom put her hand on my shoulder and whispered, “Free your mind of judgement, my dear.”

I turned to look at her and said, my tone still bitter, my alpha male personality dying to stay in control, “And how am I supposed to do that?”

“Understand your place,” she answered.

“My place?” I repeated, incredulously.

“Yes, honey, there is a natural hierarchy in all relationships,” she explained.

“You just fucked another man in front of your husband,” I pointed out.

“Because Master instructed me to,” she said, as if that explained everything.

“Aaaaaaaaaah,” I screamed, frustrated beyond all means.

Mr. Wolfe interjected, “This isn’t going anywhere, Cam.”

“Agreed, Walker,” Dad said with a nod, before standing up and ordering me, his tone firm, “Bra and panties off now, Brittany.”

I turned back to Dad and gave him a desperate look, but when his stern facial expression didn’t change, I, hands trembling, obeyed, as I unclasped my bra and tugged down my panties…even though I didn’t know why I was obeying.

“Good girl,” he purred, like he used to when I was a child…making me suddenly feel obedient and desperate to get more of his attention.

Mr. Wolfe continued, as I turned to him, “Brittany, it is time you understood your place. Your dad and your fiancé both did not do their job in preparing you for your role in the Order of Syndom.”

“My role?” I scoffed, his words sounding absurd. I noticed that Bradley, Bart and Amber where also in the room now.

“Yes, the social hierarchy of the Order of Syndom is very clear and not negotiable. As it has been throughout history, the man is at the top of the family hierarchy and the woman naturally is below him,” he explained.

“How 1950s,” I quipped.

He sighed, “Your father should have disciplined you back when you were young…as sometimes women, like you, think they can buck a centuries old system of power and submission. Plus, let’s be honest, you dress the role of a feminist, you work the role of feminist, but truthfully you are a submissive underneath your facade of pretentiousness.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, pissed at having my character questioned.

“Brad, what is your bride-to-be like in the bedroom?” Mr. Wolfe asked, looking at his son.

Bradley, instantly broke eye contact with me, and answered sheepishly, “She is submissive.”

“Does she call you Master?” He asked.

“Yes,” Bradley admitted.

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An Earthday to Remember

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Earthday was here and I knew that it was going to be a whopper. It seemed I had been the on the unlucky side of the draw this year. Normally I would have taken a leave day and avoided this celebration like the plague but now it seemed that I would be not only working the main epicenter event but also be in full control of the patrol working.

Let me briefly explain here that normally these events are held and go off without a hitch, but seeing the state of the world and our engagements overseas the DC police department wanted all aspects covered for either a riot or possible terrorist attack. Being the senior member, one of the few that weren’t behind a desk I may add, of the police force I had been chosen to head up all points for this day’s massive celebration and events.

At 5:45 A.M. there I was pulling out the crispest uniform I had and adorning it with the usual name badge and gear. As I buckled on my utility belt I had a faint stirring down below. The one thing I could look forward to today was the normal array of participants to the Earthday celebrations. As a rule a few celebrities spoke near the Lincoln monument and then a concert was held in the park. Of course among the crowd would be the little college cuties, you know the ones, those that are vegans or something of that nature, and dressed in some type of hemp clothing and sans bras.

Ah the site of unfettered breasts always would bring a smile to my face. I looked in the mirror sizing myself up making sure I was in tip top inspection form. I thought I was at least remotely handsome still even though I was rolling down that hill of old age now. Standing a modest 5’10”, weighing in at right around 210 and still in peak physical condition even for an old fart like me I still turned a few heads. My once thick black main was now greying at the temples and it seemed to give me that edge certain women still related to. That whole mature look that reminded them of some one like there fathers or grandfathers.

I headed out the door to go and meet the detail and lay out the day’s game plan and position every one before anyone showed up besides the usual overnight campers that were allowed for this event. The one item missing from the uniforms today would be our handguns. Today was supposed to be a peaceful day and we just wanted to enforce a presence only. Not a threat to the good natured crowd that regularly attended Earthday in DC.

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Trisha looked in the mirror, today was the day. She had her little picket sign ready, “Blow up the oil, Destroy the soil”. She was planning on protesting with a large group of her college sorority that was up in arms about the war going on over in Iraq. Every one feared the same only these girls were trying to get their message heard. They all had the same dark worried feeling that Iraq would destroy the oil reserves over their just to spite our attack on their country. That or they would destroy the oil fields in Kuwait and either way the eco harmony would then suffer severe repercussions.

The plan was to protest with their signs and not get rowdy or anything of that nature. Plus this was an opportunity to see some of the most outspoken and earth friendly celebrities as well as a kick ass concert. So either way Trisha looked at this as a win-win situation. She headed out to her car and headed down to the railway system so that she would be able to get a quick ride home tonight and not have to sit in traffic.

Trisha felt the nip of the air rip through her tiny T-shirt with a picture of the earth on it and the midriff bare. Her shorts were perhaps a little too short she realized as she sat down in her car and felt the cushion on the bottom portion of her exposed ass cheeks. Oh well it won’t hurt to give some of the guys there a few glimpses of skin she figured.

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At noon the sun was high above and I could scarcely stand the heat as I stood there next to the stage listening to one of the guys on stage giving his speech. The crowd roared appreciatively after every pause the guy gave and although I had no idea who he was apparently everyone else around me did.

“Captain Mead,” my earpiece crackled startling me out of my heat induced mind wandering.

“This is Captain Mead, over,” I replied.

“Um sir, I think we may have a situation brewing over near the side of the monument,” Sargent Davis chuckled.

“Oh really what is it?” I inquired.

“Well, sir, I think that some of these little college girls that are protesting might have irked a few of the drinking frat boys somehow and it seems like tensions are mounting quickly.” In the background I could hear some yelling but nothing abnormal about that in a crowd this size.

“Ok, Davis, are you just pulling my leg,” I asked with some reserve, “or are you serious and need assistance with some cute coeds?”

“No Captain, altıparmak escort for once I am dead serious I don’t want to end up letting this one go and a riot starting.”

“10-4 Davis,” I responded, “All available units proceed to vector 3, use persuasion guys not your mace,” I chuckled. As soon as I placed the mic. back on my hip I was quickly moving around through the section taped off to gain quicker access to the needed area. _____________
Trisha and her friends were dripping with sweat by noon and the crowd of frat boys near them seemed in the mood to pick a fight today. Even if it were with girls as the case may be here. Trisha stood in the front of her group trying to calm every one down well aware that her sweat soaked T-shirt was proudly displaying her chest and the dark aureolas and nipples against the wet white material. She had hoped maybe a little shot of titty would subdue the immature boys who had somehow smuggled in some beer but so far she had not had any luck.

“Come on boys,” she pleaded, “we just want to enjoy the day and show off our signs in quiet protest.”

“You damn hippy tree hugging cock teases are all the same,” one boy slurred, “you think you can show up and do your little protest thing and then go back and take a shower and use your hair spray and destroy the ozone and things will be all right.”

Trisha had to laugh at this remark just simply because it was so stupid. This guy was making no sense and she hoped that he wasn’t the so called leader of the fraternity or they were destined for the bottom of the barrel. “Look dude,” she said with a smirk, “you have your thoughts and that’s fine but we didn’t bother you guys you came over here and started picking on us. Why don’t you just got get another beer and enjoy the concert coming up next and we can forget all about this pencil dick.”

She wasn’t sure why she had added the last remark but for some reason she felt a bit better having added it too her reply. She could see the guy fuming and his face turning red and his fists balling at his side and she knew she had either hit a sore spot or just offended his manliness in front of all his friends and now he would have to do something to one up her or save face. He quickly stepped towards her and cocked back his arm like he was going to smack her when she did the only thing she could think of. She kicked him squarely between the legs dropping him to the ground in pain as she connected.

From there things spiraled downhill quickly and the other guys stepped in to try and get at least one of the girls. Just as one of them did manage to slap Trisha a uniformed cop slid through the boys and grabbed a couple of them by the back of the neck as other officers swarmed in on them.

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As I moved through the crowd swiftly I saw one of the boys rear back to slap the a brunette in the front of the girls and just before he could swing she brought her foot up and kicked him full on in the balls. He dropped like a sack of potatoes and in the time it took him to hit the ground his friends closed the gap between themselves and the girls and they were starting to slap the girls and latch onto their clothing.

I saw through the brief gaps as every one moved around that the center of the fight was growing quickly more intense. Pushing bodies to the left and right as I made my way closer I could sense that in the next minute or two this could erupt into a full riot if other crowd members saw what was going on. This had to end and it had to end now. Crossing the last few people in the way I grabbed the two men starting their assault on the brunette and locked my hands around their necks.

Quickly I pushed them to the ground before they could react at all and within ten seconds other uniformed officers were separating the rest of the combatants. The girls were still on one side now shouting at the guys and vice versa. I was surprised the boys pinned below my knees with their faces to the ground weren’t struggling any more than they were but it appeared that the brief separation they had been given had helped them back to reality. Just as I started speaking to them the little brunette that had been getting pawed and slapped stepped forward and kicked the one of the boys in the face.

After slipping the boys wrists into quick tie cuffs I stood up and grabbed the brunette and spun her around so her back was to me. As soon as I pulled her arms behind her and cuffed the girl she was immediately apologetic.

“I am so sorry officer,” she whimpered, “I’m not sure what just got into me.”

“Well, young lady, even though you were being assaulted earlier you are going to have to face assault charges yourself,” I said to her angrily, “if you had just let me arrest those two and not kicked one of them it would have made this much easier and you wouldn’t have been in any trouble at all.”

I watched as the other officers subdued the remaining members of this little crowd and bursa anal yapan escort nudged them away ordering them to disperse. The two boys I had cuffed were already being led to one of the officers cars and were going to be heading down to the station for a few hours until their buddies could bail them out.

“Come with me miss,” I instructed the little brunette. She hung her head down and let me lead her straight to the car I had behind the monument. As I led her that way I realized I hadn’t read her rights to her or even frisked her for the possible weapon she could be hiding.

Gently nudging her in the direction of the hood of the car I instructed her to “assume the position.”

“But officer, I don’t have anything to hide no pockets, no weapons, nothing sir,” she exclaimed.

I figured I could take this one girl at her word but that would be against protocol for even the most innocent looking law breakers sometimes had weapons or ill intentions. I leaned her down over the hood of the vehicle and noticed her shorts riding up. The soft well toned flesh of her ass cheeks peeked out from the bottoms of her shorts and I wondered just how much flesh would be exposed if she bent all the way over. What the hell am I thinking I wondered to myself, I am an officer of the law and should just be doing my job not wondering just how much flesh I can make this girl show.

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Trisha felt the cold metal of the hood of the car against her nipples and she wondered just how much of her ass was hanging out of her shorts as she got frisked. The cop was attractive enough maybe she could work out a deal with him if she apologized for kicking that asshole in the head. But a chill ran up her spine even as she worked out her plea that she was going to make. The officer had run his hands up the insides of her legs and right to where her shorts cut off. His big strong hands seemed to linger there just a bit too long and for some reason neither of them could move from this predicament.

“Sir,” Trisha finally managed to find her voice, “I have never had so much as a parking ticket and you saw those guys hit me and try to do more. Isn’t there some way I can get out of having to go to jail this afternoon.”

Even as she spoke she wiggled her little ass back against his hand making sure that his fingers would feel the taunt muscles of her ass. She was sexually aroused, maybe by the uniform, maybe by the rugged mature handsomeness of the officer she wasn’t sure what it was or why but she was definitely horny. She hadn’t failed to notice the dark head on his hair as he had led her away from the ruckus nor the slight greying at his temples. His tall body thick with muscles and surely he might have a bulge or two somewhere in his advanced age but that made him sexier to her in her mind.

Trisha was starting to wonder if he liked little innocent college girls bent over the hood of his car. She figured if he did maybe he would like one naked and bent over other things for him. Just as she thought this REM could be heard on the stage playing one of their most well known songs and the crowd erupted in its appreciation.

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God this girl would look so much better naked right now James Mead thought. No one else really saw this girl for sure so if she happens to not turn up later maybe no one will miss her. Captain Mead hesitated a moment longer with his hand on her flesh and then pulled her up and opened the rear door to the squad car.

Grabbing his microphone, “Listen up guys I am going to have to run home and change uniforms that little punk we just arrested tore this one and got blood on it and you know how I feel about that,” he said as he stood outside the vehicle.

“Ok Captain,” one of the officers responded, “We can take it from here on out if we need you we can just beep you or call the house old man go cool off and have a beer.”

James opened his door and slid in behind the wheel as he looked in the rear view mirror he could see the scared look on the girl’s face and he knew she was frightened by the thought of going to jail for the evening. Little did she know he had other plans for her. And even if his suspicions were wrong about her being into him, he would let her go and drive her home at the least after cleaning her up and putting some ice on her face.

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Trisha watched as they wound around the capitol and then down the side streets to a nice gated community. “Sir, where are we going?” she inquired. Even as she asked her little pussy was tingling inside her shorts and she felt her nipples harden against her shirt. Her body felt flushed at once and she hoped that this officer had some deviant sexual intentions because she could use a good release right now.

“Well, miss, um by the way what’s your name?” James asked. “Oh, it’s Trisha Hearst.”

“Ok, then Trisha, I am going to take you to my home and clean you up and bursa bayan escort then your free to get a cab or call a friend to get a ride home,” James said with a smile.

“Oh thank you officer,” Trisha cooed, “I had hoped you might let me go but you really don’t have to clean me up first you can just drop me off where ever is convenient for you.”

Both were just being safe right now not venturing into the sexual realm of their thoughts vocally yet. James turned the car into his driveway and turned off the engine, as he stepped out of the car he glanced down and realized he had a protruding bulge beneath his utility belt and it wasn’t because he had to pee either.

James opened the door for Trisha and led her out of the back of the squad car and nudged her towards his front door. “Sir, aren’t you going to take the cuffs off me now?” Trisha asked inquisitively with a impish little smile.

“Well I had to make sure you wouldn’t struggle yet dear and I also want to clean you up without a fight,” James teased.

Trisha made sure to put a little more wiggle in her walk as they slipped through the door and she walked towards the kitchen that lie directly ahead of her. The older officer was near her and she could feel the searing heat radiating from his body. She was afraid to turn around now feeling just a bit too vulnerable still tied in the quick cuffs and at his very mercy.

James could wait no longer to touch ths little brunette beauty, he reached for her and his hands locked on her shoulders gently as if preparing to massage her and then they slid down her back to the heart shaped bum beneath her shorts. “Oh god yes,” he sighed contently. His hands squeezed her tight ass cheeks as he pressed forward and pushed his erection against the center of her shorts. He kept her back to him refusing to turn her around yet, if she decided to reject his advances now would be the time.

James leaned forward and kissed the back of the Trisha’s neck as he brushed away her hair and in an instant he felt her little fingers squeezing the head of his shaft as her hands were still secured behind her back.

Trisha was now aroused and on edge, she was going through a mixture of emotions here. This guy could be some wild pervert, she thought that could be good though. And on the other hand he was old enough to be her father and almost if not her grandfather. That idea alone sent more chills up her spine and she threw caution to the wind. She wiggled her little ass back against him and breathed a sigh of lust as he kissed and nibbled at the nape of her neck. Trisha had one request though.

“Sir, I have two questions, oh my goodness that feels, um so incredible,” she teased, “first since today is earthday can we please venture outside somewhere? And secondly I would like to know who’s name I should be calling out in a little bit.”

James chuckled to himself realizing he hadn’t told this little vixen his name yet. “James is the name you will be screaming later Trisha,” he told her.

Then without further words he led her through the house and out onto the back patio which was surrounded by high fences all around and she figured no one would be looking down into his yard nor did either of them care at this moment. Trisha felt James’ hand on her hips and she spun quickly to look into his eyes as she raised up on her toes to kiss him.

A bit surprised but pleased nonetheless James responded to Trisha’s kiss and pressed his own lips against hers. It only took a second or two before he felt her pink little tongue slide against his lips and he opened his mouth to reciprocate the action. It was intense for more than one reason. Here was a girl young enough to be his granddaughter he was sure and also she had a little metal stud through her tongue and it was a whole new feeling to him.

Trisha was dying to see the cock beneath this older hunks pants and she dropped to her knees as she broke the kiss and leaned forward. She knew the old guy would love the next thing she was about to do, every guy did. She opened her mouth and pressed it against his crotch and with her teeth she found the zipper to his trousers and pulled it down. As soon as the opening was made she pushed her tongue into the gap and probed his boxer shorts for the opening she knew she would find there. Upon finding this one she pushed her tongue through the hole and tasted flesh and salty precum.

James was amazed at the girl’s oral skills and she hadn’t even gotten his cock in her mouth yet. He reached down and pushed her away slightly only to reach inside his trousers and boxers and pull out his large cock. As soon as the head was through the opening she dove back on it like a hungry little slut and started running her studded tongue around the head and pushing it against the little slit. She was moaning and purring as she sucked in each exposed inch now and within seconds James could feel the urge to cum starting to overwhelm him.

“Trisha please,” he started. She looked up into his eyes silencing him with her smile as her lips framed his cock and she lowered her lips to the very base before sucking hard and sliding them back up his long, thick shaft. She knew he was going to cum and all the better for her. Then even if he was old and it took a while to get this throbbing monster back up he would last longer.

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This is my entry into the “Halloween Story Contest.” Please note that all characters in this story are all over 18 years of age. Please rate and vote on this story at the end. All comments are requested.

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Chad was making his way down the hallway when—

“Hey, Dad!” his daughter suddenly jumped in front of him, having been in wait.

“Hey, Brittany,” he returned her surprise greeting, though not as enthusiastically, after recomposing himself.

Giggling, the girl asked, “Did I scare you?”

“No, you just leapt out of nowhere—”

“That reminds me,” her words became soft and she stood with her shoulders up, holding her hands at her chest, where her father knew already that she wanted something. “You know how Halloween is coming up?”

“Yeah, it’s only a few days from now. Why?”

“Daddy…!” the strawberry blonde begged, batting her eyelashes and tilting her head to the side.

“What do you want, Brittany?” he hoped it wasn’t to see a boy.

“Well, I was just thinking,” she looked to the floor, kicking her shoe leisurely across the carpet, “that… since Halloween is coming up, and I have nothing to do, and my friends have nothing to do, that we should…” the eighteen year old spoke swiftly as she added, “I don’t know, maybe have a party.”

“A party?” the single parent thought it over. “I don’t know, Brit. When would this be, and who would chaperone it?”

“I was thinking here… tomorrow night? And we’d totally be okay by ourselves, I promise.”

Chad guffawed at his daughter’s attempt to go wild with her high school hooligans at his household unsupervised. “No, I don’t think so, sweetheart, but maybe in another year, when you’re an adult. Plus, you know my friend is throwing his Halloween party tomorrow—”

“What don’t you like about it, then, huh?” she got close and touched his hand, trying to win his favor. “Is it the time, the place, or is it because no one would be here to watch us, because, if you’re worried about that last thing, why don’t you host the party? See, then, problem solved.”

“Uh…” the dark haired man really didn’t want to miss out on his friend’s locally famous costume party, but he gave in. “Okay, okay, fine, but no drinking, a minimum number of boys, and you and your friends have to be under my watch the entire night, got it?”

“Thank you, Daddy!” Brittany sprung forward to hug her father, laying kisses at his cheeks. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…! This is going to be the best Halloween ever!”

“I don’t know about that, but shouldn’t you be heading off for school by now?” he pretended to check his watch.

“Hey, I hope that’s not who you’re dressing up as, because you’re a terrible joker. I just got off school, silly.”

“Hah, it’s not like you’re any better. You definitely take after me there.”

Sprinting off to her room, the excited teen shouted, “I have to go call Sarah!”

“Hey, no running in the house, young lady,” Chad scolded.

“Sorry, Dad…”

The following day, Brittany invited her friends over. They would all come in themed dress for the holiday, and this gave Chad himself the opportunity not to let his own costume go to waste. He’d be the Incredible Hulk, which he was muscular enough to pull off, using a shredded pair of jeans as the shorts, and then green body paint to complete the ensemble. However, the stuff took so long to put on, but after getting a third of the way through, there was no turning back. After what seemed like forever, the single father becoming nervous as he already heard music and commotion coming from downstairs, he was finished and went down to serve as their responsible overseer.

“Wow, Brittany’s dad, I didn’t know you were so swoll,” exclaimed a fair, ivory-blonde teenager upon his arrival, who wore a white dress and had her hair tied back in a single braid.

“Hey, Kate,” he gave his salutations to one of his daughter’s closest friends. “Uh, I have no idea what the hell you just said, but thanks, I think. Who are you supposed to be?”

“I’m Elsa,” she announced. “…You know, from Frozen.”

“Oh, right,” the man now recognized it, though didn’t quite remember the corset, lingerie, or garter from the movie. “Would you know where I can find my daughter?” he then inquired, observing the sea of mingling teens filling his house.

“Just look for a red dress,” the chaperone was told.

Keeping this in mind, Chad went to the punch bowl, figuring this spot to be a good place to scout the area from. Since he was shirtless, not to mention single, in a room full of young girls, he almost felt like a pervert. This feeling subsided when he was relieved that the female to male ratio was in his favor, lest any fishy business happen under his nose. He couldn’t, however, see his kin anywhere. On top of that, the partyers who would’ve otherwise been familiar weren’t, for a lot of them wore masks or found other ways to masquerade their obvious identities.

A smiling Princess Jasmine bursa escort approached, an olive skinned, midnight haired beauty in a curve-fitting blue dress, saying, “Damn, Mister B, do you mind being swollested? Because… damn!”

“Sarah, don’t swear or I’ll tell your mother,” she was warned. “But what’s with this ‘swoll’ shit that I keep hearing about?”

“It means you’re shredded, man, like totally jacked—swag. How many times do you hit the gym? I mean, you obviously lift.”

“…Regularly,” the dark haired man stared blankly at the teen girl and her bizarre antics. “Do you know where—”

“That’s pretty legit, B-man. I gym it regularly myself, can you tell? Maybe I don’t pump the iron like you can, but I stay fit.” With that, she presented her body, striking a pose, though the gentleman, much older than she, diverted his eyes.

“Uh, that’s nice… S-girl, but I’m looking for Brittany.”

“But I thought we were having a conversation?” the raven-headed princess crossed her arms.

“If we were, Sarah, I honestly didn’t understand any of it,” he confessed, confused by the estranged generation he found himself amidst.

“Whatever, she’s over there.”

In the direction he was pointed towards, he saw the radiant, sun-kissed complexion of his daughter in between passing bodies. Making his way through the crowd of high school students, he caught a glimpse of her outfit. She’d red lips, a red dress, and red pumps, holding a similarly colored plastic cup of punch, with white stockings adorning her long, slender legs. Chad knew immediately that the strawberry blonde personified Jessica Rabbit, but he was disconcerted. His disconcertion was firstly prompted by the provocativeness of her costume, knowing that, or at least back in his day, she’d be described as ‘fuck-able’, and that bothered him. Secondly, he finally reached the epiphany that… there wasn’t a single boy at this party. This left him in a bit of a crisis, because, if his daughter was provocatively dressed, though there weren’t any potential threats to take advantage of this, was it wrong?

“Brittany,” he addressed her by name once he reached the girl in question.

“Hey, Daddy, you’re—”

“If you say ‘swoll’, you’re grounded… Uh, just kidding,” was quickly added.

“No, what I was going to say is that… you’re the Incredible Hulk!”

“Oh, right, yeah. And you’re—”

“I’m Jessica Rabbit!”

“But don’t you think that,” if Chad had a collar, he’d have been loosening it, “it’s… well, a little revealing?” He coughed, put off by the fact he could see his baby girl’s DD-cup bust perfectly due to her cleavage, and way too much leg, almost even ass, from the slits in the sides of her attire.

“Silly Daddy, there aren’t any boys here. What’s there for you to worry about, then? It’s a good costume, and I’ve been thinking about dressing up as Mrs. Rabbit for Halloween all year, or at least ever since I re-watched the movie. Don’t you think I look good?” Just like Sarah had done, she put herself on display, and it made the single parent indescribably uncomfortable.

“No comment, but why didn’t you invite any of your male friends? Not that I’m complaining, I mean, it’s just… peculiar.”

“We don’t need boys to have fun!”

“…What does that mean? Brit, this isn’t your way of coming out, is it?”

“Ew, Dad, don’t be gross. I’m not gay, god…!”

“Well, that’s good. Uh, not that there’s a problem with being gay, I just—”

Deadpan, Brittany assured him with, “I’m not.” She then became oddly giddy, asking, “Hey, do you want to hear something weird?”

“Is it weirder than Sarah saying ‘swag’ and ‘swollesting’ me, whatever that means?”

“So, my friends made this bet to see who has the biggest girl-balls. Can you take a guess what they have to do?”

“…Girl-balls? And, uh, no, I can’t say I have the faintest clue,” the green man was scratching his head.

“Whoever can flash more skin to the boys at this party wins. Kate was all, ‘I’m going to win because I’ll just take out my tits’, but Sarah told her, ‘Except no one wants to see your B-cups, so you’d have to show them your vagina’. Then, I was like—”

“But, Brittany, I’m the only male here…” Chad’s heart was pounding so hard that he couldn’t even get on his daughter’s case about her vulgarity. “Your friends aren’t actually doing this bet, though, right?”

“No, it’s still going on. That’s what I was getting to, but you rudely interrupted me. I was just trying to warn you, but you—”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, Brit. But, uh, finish the rest of your story, then.”

“Alright… I was like, ‘Sarah, don’t be an idiot, Kate’s boobs are totally Cs, and there’s no way we can do this since my dad’s the only guy going to be attending’.”

“Wait, wait, wait a second, missy. What do you mean by ‘we’?” somehow the protective father just knew his daughter was in on these risqué shenanigans.

“Daddy, why would you want the size of your little girl’s girl-balls bursa ucuz eskort questioned? Of course I couldn’t let them make a fool out of me, so I’d be doing it, too.”

“We’re going to have a talk about this later,” he asserted. “But I’m glad you talked them out of it. That would’ve been… well, just as you said, weird.”

To his horror, the strawberry blonde clarified, “No, Daddy, that’s why I said I was warning you. You know, I have to give you a heads up that my girlfriends are going to be seeing who can get the farthest with you.”

“…Brit, there’s an incredible difference between flashing and trying to ‘get the farthest’ with someone.”

“Yeah, I know, but you keep interrupting me…! God, Dad, you never let me talk—”

“Please, Brittany, just skip to the end and tell me what’s going on.”

“Kate was all, ‘You’re already out, then, Brit, because you can’t flash your dad, so you lose by forfeit. But I was like, ‘No, I have no problems with showing him my tits, but only because I know he’s not going to try to perv on me. I mean, he’ll ground me, but I’ll win by default because I’ll be showing my own father my breasts, and that’s way crazier than even if you fucked him’. Sarah, pissed off, told us, ‘Fine, then, the bet is who can get the farthest with Brittany’s dad, but I know I’ll win because he’ll butt-fuck me, and there’s no way you’ll sleep with your dad, so, again, you’re out, Brit’. That’s why we aren’t talking to each other right now, because we’re all trying to win the bet and are temporarily enemies until we know whose girl-balls are the biggest.”

“…What in the hell is going on?” the dumbstruck man wondered if he was currently having a fever dream.

“Don’t worry, Daddy, you have nothing to worry about,” he was assured. “They don’t have the girl-balls to try anything with you, so I already win.”

He knew he was going to regret asking, but he did. “How are you already going to win—”

Immediately, his daughter pulled down the top of her dress. Before he realized she’d even done it, he was staring at her bare, exposed DDs, which were as perfectly and lightly tanned as the rest of her sun-kissed body. He couldn’t look away, yet only because he was so flabbergasted that his own flesh and blood would try something that was… well, blatantly incestuous. After several seconds of exhibiting herself in clear view of everyone else, Brittany fixed her vesture. A large smile was upon her face, and that was perhaps the worst of all. Luckily, however, it was so brief, and the only people who knew to be looking in their direction were in on it.

“I already know I’m grounded, Daddy, but I’m going to go rub it in,” the girl outfitted as Jessica Rabbit exclaimed before walking away.

Needing a drink, Chad staggered over to the punch bowl. He’d almost forgotten that it wasn’t alcoholic, which he cursed before acknowledging that it was ultimately a good thing, since sugar was still a profound drug for some of these high school kids. Although, to his dismay, there awaited Princess Jasmine.

“Oh my god, she really did it,” Sarah gasped. “What a crazy bitch!”

“Hey, don’t call my daughter a bitch…” but the father wondered if she’d gone crazy, or if he had.

“Fuckin’ mother-fucks, I had money going on this shit. This is the total opposite of swag right now!”

“Sarah, your mother is going to hear about this,” the chaperone threatened.

“Yolo,” the girl exclaimed before lifting up her blue gown, showcasing her shaven, nubile pussy to her friend’s dad. “Except,” she dropped it back down the instant Chad’s gaze was transfixed, “that’s not going to be enough. Yeah, it’s weird that I showed you my cunt, but showing your tits to a family member is way, way worse. Hey,” she advanced, causing the man to withdraw, “have you ever fucked young, teen asshole before, Mister B?”

“Everyone!” the music was shut off and the Incredible Hulk stood up on a chair to get the attention of the attendees. “I know you were all probably having a lot of fun, but the party’s over.”

“Aw,” the crowd sighed disappointedly in unison.

But this was the end of the road, so everyone was dismissed. Each room was emptied and parents were called until every female was sent packing. It took nearly thirty minutes to ensure everybody was gone, though they finally were… with the exclusion of Brittany, Kate, and Sarah, of course. They were sat down, where they looked to the floor, knowing they were in a lot of trouble. No, it was beyond mere trouble, and the incoming punishments were inconceivable.

“…Hah,” the strawberry blonde finally laughed to herself, “I have the biggest girl-balls.”

“No,” Chad affirmed, “there isn’t a winner here. Whatever this game was, it’s over, and you’re losers, each of you. Honestly, what did you expect to accomplish with this?”

“Brittany’s dad, it was totally Sarah,” Kate fell to her knees and groveled before the adult. “She pressured us into bursa anal yapan escort it. I know your daughter did some stuff, but it was only because Sarah’s a massive bitch-whore.”

“Hey, fuck you, Kate. Fuck you and your B-cup tits!” the accused teen shot back in her own defense.

“They’re Cs, you tramp—”

“Enough of this fighting, girls, you’re equally to blame,” Chad, still green of skin, prevented a potential cat fight. “You’re going to need a damn good explanation to get out of this one, if you even can.”

“Do you want to know the truth, then, Dad?”

“Yes, now!”

“We have vaginas…”

“…What?” the single father was aghast from his offspring’s response.

“You wanted to know the truth, so that’s it. We have vaginas, are horny and hormonal, and it’s hard to think when you’re so boy-crazy, so we didn’t think at all.”

“…Swag,” Sarah added to the end of Brittany’s eccentric honesty.

“Don’t tell my mom,” Kate sobbed. “Please, please, please, I can’t get grounded again. She’ll take away my tumblr!”

“I already knew I’d be in a lot of trouble,” Jessica Rabbit went on, “but—”

“It’s no use, Brit. He’s already sunk our battle ships. It’s time for operation Kate’s boobs, also known as plan B… Hah, see what I did there?”

Once Princess Jasmine had verbally vomited out this ridiculous nonsense, each girl lifted their dresses in sequence. Chad recoiled, for his daughter and two friends shamelessly presented their vulvas for him to see in plain view. They were perfectly smooth, with the exception of the somewhat stubbly Elsa, though who was, just as they, hairless. It was alarming, because the teenagers were trying to tempt him, and he feared that it may have been working. He scanned what was on offer, his mouth salivating, swallowing hard, before knowing that the middle girl was the most appetizing by far… where he glanced up to look the red dressed girl in the eye.

“Daddy,” she pleaded, “I think it would be more of a punishment if you gave us what we were after. I mean, judging from that enormous bulge in your shorts, we’d be sorrier if you fucked us than if we were grounded.”

“Yeah, Mister B, turning my butt inside out and making me walk funny would be way worse than my mom not giving a shit about anything I say or do,” Sarah chimed in.

“Mine would spank me,” the fairer of the blondes confessed, “and… I’m a virgin.”

“But,” the sun-kissed girl stood, still raising her outfit to reveal her teenage cunny, wetness visibly staining her inner thighs, “you’ll have to fuck me first.”

Chad’s head was throbbing, as was his erection, of which he couldn’t conceal from the three high school students, so he surrendered. “You’re making it too difficult to refuse, so… okay.”

As his daughter undid his torn trousers, Kate and Sarah were rigorously high-fiving each other, triumphant and bubbly from getting their way. His titanic shaft fell from its resting place, only for red lipped kisses to tenderly decorate his tip and first few inches. In the depths of Chad’s mind, he always wondered what Brittany would be like, but now it was real, not just a suppressed, buried away curiosity. However, her interest in fellating him was short lived, since the strawberry blonde wanted only to ensure that he’d reached maximum hardness, which he had. After some obligatory head bobbing upon his glans, her lipstick leaving smears—his own daughter’s lipstick, to be precise—where she teased him with her tongue, she got up from her knees and, seating him in the chair she’d been sitting in herself, was desperate to use her tightness as a sheath for her daddy’s prick, aching to ride it.

Jessica Rabbit put the underside of his organ against her cunt and grinded. With her hand, she held it firmly between her parted labia, kissing him with her pussy lips, directing his throbs into her vulva. Chad’s dick was so sopping in her juices, where Kate had climbed upon his face. Because the table for the punch was behind where the man sat, the ivory haired teen reached forward and seized the sturdy furniture for support, resting her virginal hole at his mouth, her knees at his shoulders and legs down his chest. However, when Brittany threatened penetration, and as the three girls’ chaperone became stuporous from lapping desperately at Elsa’s twat, a jealous Jasmine spoke up.

“Hey, what about me…? I want to get eaten out, too!”

Thinking over how it’d work for a moment, they repositioned themselves on the floor. With Chad lying down, his daughter squatting over his groin, Kate and Sarah were knelt to the left and right of his head. They put their pelvises together, clitorises touching, and let their friend’s father alternate between sucking and squelching both nubile offerings. He tongued their clitoral hoods, suckled their vaginal lips, and rimmed his pink organ around their thresholds. When he temporarily ignored one for the other, the awaiting party grated herself against her peer’s pussy, desperate to get off. All he could think about was how the raven haired beauty had showed her snatch to him before, about how he never thought in a million years that he’d have a mouthful of it, or that he’d know the delicious flavor of its fresh succulence. Something similar could be said about his daughter, who—

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The Jerkoff Club Ch. 03

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Being a member of the club is great. It’s a pleasure (pun intended) to hang out (pun intended again) with the guys, watch porn and jerk off. Most women don’t understand the need for men to masturbate. It has very little to do with sex and everything to do with desire. I can really only speak for myself and my friends who agree with me. We love to fuck. We will fuck any and every chance we can get. The problem is – our wives don’t want to as much as we do. They can go without an orgasm for a lot longer than we can. So we beat our meat. There is a stigma attached in western society that masturbation (for men anyway) is pathetic. A woman fingering herself is hot, but men -losers. I don’t agree but the club is kept private because of that type of thinking by others. It’s the reason it is kept small and intimate. There are not many men who can whack off with other guys around without it being “gay”. The Jerk Off club is for straight men who enjoy watching porn with others and don’t mind being watched while doing it.

The latest meeting brought a slight twist to the club. David came up with a way to really make the session last. A bet as to who could hold out the longest. The stakes? Last one to pop got to have a solo session at the next club meeting. That is, he could watch and stroke off, but the other 3 guys couldn’t. They would have to go home with blue balls and hope to get some from the wife or have to beat off in the bathroom hoping she wouldn’t hear! That would freaking suck! But of course being a bunch of macho guys we all “knew” we could hold out the longest and all quickly agreed.

So let me set the scene. The usual suspects were in attendance at my house. Tom, Steven and David came over last Saturday night for our monthly “guys sports night”; that’s we call it for our wives. Little do they know. Anyway, as soon as the usual catching up was over we adjourned to my basement rec room for the club meeting. I had the oil and ceremonial “cum catcher” towel in front of the television and gestured like a game show hostess to the guys to “come on down.”

David had brought an all threesome DVD for us to watch. The rules still applied- by the 1 hour mark the cock was out and stroking was to start, but this time you couldn’t stop. Well sort of. David laid out the ground rules.

“When we whip ’em out and start rubbing the contest begins. The last one to shoot his load wins. You can stop only three times for 30 seconds at a time. After that, if you take your hand of your dick and someone catches you, you lose. The winner get to have a solo session with the other guys sitting on their hands jealous. They have to stay and watch all the porn while the winner gets off and then go home and hope to get some from the wife. Most likely they will end up alone in the bathroom beating off in the shower! You punks game or do you concede right now? “David asked smugly. I don’t know why; he always was the first or second to let loose.

“I’m in.” I said. No problem for me. I felt I could last longer bursa escort than these guys. I had been stroking myself for years. Then again what guy hasn’t? Don’t let men bullshit you ladies. We ALL jerk off. Some more than others, most more than we would like but we all do it.

Steven and Tom both agreed so the bet was on. We all sat spread out and got comfortable and I put the DVD on play and dimmed the lights. In the semi-darkness the screen came to life and showed to hot blondes licking a dude’s stiff rod. They took turns; passing the shaft back and forth licking and slurping on it while the guy sat there and enjoyed it. My cock got hard immediately. I loved getting double teamed like that; Lord knows it hasn’t happened as much as I would have liked in my life but the times it has, damn! Tom had his hand down his pants. Looking over at Steven I saw his bulge swelled up too. David already had his shirt and pants off and was tenting his briefs already. This was only the first scene! As soon as the 3 scene ended I upped the showmanship. Not to be of done I began to disrobe as well but didn’t stop there. I went straight to the briefs coming off and had my dick bobbing before the others.

“Pass the oil cause I’m good to go. I can start before you and end after you pussies no problem.” I said cheekily.

Well the others wouldn’t let me get away with that. They too got undressed as the movie played. For the first time that I could remember we all were hard and stroking before the one hour mark. I don’t know if it was the DVD (although is was fucking hot!) or the competition but we were ready to rock and roll! The oil was passed around and shafts were coated and glistening in short order.

David knelt on the floor and said “On you mark, get set, JERK!”

I moved next to him and Steven knelt on the floor to my right. Tom came off his chair and knelt to Tom’s left. What a sight – four married men on their knees together having a circle jerk. If I wasn’t so turned on I would have bust out laughing. We were shoulder to shoulder around the towel mesmerized by the fucking on the screen. As it was it took all I had not to shoot right away. I mentioned before how I loved to watch and be watched. Here was a chance to really see my buds close up. Because of the bet we had to stare at each other to make sure we played fair. It was great opportunity for me. Seeing a cock shoot it’s load is a turn on to some women (and most gay men my homosexual friends have told me) but not for the majority of straight guys. Well for me it is and here was the jackpot for me, live in color and close up! We all were moving our hands slowly to start I noticed. I don’t know about you guys but once I get my hand moving really fast I find it kind of difficult to stop. But, I can stop when I know I am being watched, that was the advantage I felt I had over the others.

The DVD kept playing. Two guys and a girl, two girls and a guy in every possible position. Steven was the first bursa escort bayan to use one of his 3 breaks. He took his hand of his cock and held it straight out and closed his eyes. It jerked up and down in time to his pulse, while he shook his arms and rotated his neck a few times. After 30 seconds David called time and Steven put his hand back on his dick and started rubbing it again. Tom told him to open his eyes and look at the tv; he did just as a guy shot his load onto a woman’s cheek and lips. I was next to burn a timeout, then Tom and David almost at the same time.

Two minutes later, on screen was an Asian babe getting double drilled. One hard one up her ass and one in her cunt. She was grunting and groaning as the two men pumped her hard and fast. That made me almost blast off so I used my second time out. Fuck! I only had one left and the others still had two. I was thinking I was going to lose as I watched the clock tick off my thirty seconds. Luckily the babe on screen started moaning really loud, squeezing her firm tits. The guys in her ass pulled out and sprayed her butt with a nice sized load. Seeing that made David call his second time as well, just as mine was over. Steven and Tom kept stroking looking from us to the screen and then at each other, determined to be the last to call the second timeout as I started up again.

Five more minutes, next scene. Now it was two HUGE knockered black broads fucking a big dicked black guy. I mean these bitches both must have been 38DDD. Well you could guess what would happen. Steven and Tom both let go like their rods had burst into flames. I only had one time left and was “in the zone” as it were. As long as I didn’t speed up I felt I could hold out indefinitely. Thirty seconds later they both grabbed on and started jerking again. We were all down to the last timeout. Next time we stopped was it. After that if we felt it coming, we had to cum. In short order, although we all tried to hold out, we all burned our third and last time out.

It was past the 30 minute mark. I could not believe we all could jerk off this long and none of us shoot. We had to keep reapplying lube to our rods to prevent getting rubbed raw. I could smell the musky odor of sweaty balls in the room. The air conditioner was on but all four of us were sweating! We all kept looking at each other; if a guy broke rhythm and seemed like he stopped for more than few seconds, they others would start counting down ” 3, 2,.1..”. By unspoken agreement, we had decided if we got to zero, the guy getting counted at, lost. The screen flicked and a new scene started. We all looked and for a brief second we all stopped and groaned. An orgy! A fucking orgy came on!

Well that was it. No way were all of us making it through this one. There were at least six or seven couples getting busy. A redhead was riding a guy lying on the floor as a blonde was sucking on her titties. She had her left hand on the girls ass with her middle finger bursa escort kız teasing her asshole. I had sweat forming on my forehead as I concentrated on not cumming. My poor dick was aching for release. I wasn’t going to win I thought but I would be damned I was going to lose it first! The others were also trembling with the effort of not cumming. Their rhythmic stroking was a thing of the past. Hands jerked; started and stopped with no pattern as the bitches on screen called out for more and harder fucking.

“OH SHIT, NOOOOOOOOO!” Tom cried out as his hips started pumping. Then the blast came. His semen started blasting all over the floor. Thank goodness we use the “cum catcher” or we would have some explaining to do. In about 15 seconds he was done.

“Fuck. I’m out” he said sadly and sat back.

Steven was next which surprised me. He and I had jerked off for years together and I know how long he could last. I though he was going to win. He simply smiled and closed his eyes and let it fly. A nice creamy load spurted out of his eight inch rod and mingled with Tom’s deposit on the towel. His chest rose and fell as the cum pumped out of him as he moaned and hissed. When he was done he too moved back and sat on his butt to watch David and I battle it out.

And then there were two. David and I stared at the screen and looked at each other out of the corner of our eyes. There was a sixty nine on screen. A woman on top of a man sucking him as he ate her pussy. A second woman crawled over and started tonguing the guy on the ground’s ball sack while a second guy came up stuck his dick in the bitch on top. She screamed with a hard dick in her mouth while she got reamed and clit licked at the same time. David kept tearing his eyes from the screen to me and back again. I could tell he was about to shoot and was holding on for dear life. In a show of bravado I stood up and spread myself into an almost sumo wrestler stance. Now I was pumping my dick with my right hand and rubbed my nuts with my left. I was on complete display and loving it. If my wife could see me now, I thought she would absolutely be dripping I bet. David tried to get up and copy me but couldn’t make it. As he tried to get up, a guy on screen yelled ‘cumming!’ ; he turned to look and saw cum all over a babes ass and lost it. He crumpled back down and fell on his left side. His right hand was free and was a blur as he churned his load into the air.

“Dammit, dammit, dammit!” he cried and sprayed. “I was winning until I looked at that bitch’s fat ass, fuck!”

He twitched, shook and trembled while jism erupted from his stiff dick. His load shot across the towel and almost hit me it was so intense. If I wasn’t standing spread eagle it would have (ewww!) Victory was mine!

With that I turned my attention to the screen as David panted to a halt. There were three couples lined up fucking doggy style and the guys began to pull out and shoot one by one. As the last stud began to cum I relaxed my clenched ass and balls at let the juice flow. The orgasm hit and I cried out in pure pleasure as I felt my cum blast out of my cock. Once again the Jerk Off club ended another meeting with happy members looking forward to the next meeting. Well, at least I was looking forward to the next time; the others I’m not so sure.

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So my mom got me a job at her friend’s son’s birthday party as a clown. Struggling to pay for college, I needed every job I could get. I knew a little magic, I knew a few jokes, it’d be easy right?

Nope. Half my tricks didn’t work, and no one got my jokes. It was a total disaster. So when Gina told me to wait in her bedroom while her husband took the kids to get ice cream, and go see a movie, I thought, okay at least I’m going to get paid.

Then Gina and Stacy came in and everyone could feel the tension.

It was actually a duel birthday party. Gina and Stacy both had kids that had birthdays about a week apart, or something. Normally I charge a hundred bucks for one kid, but being there were two I thought about doubling it, but we settled on a hundred and fifty.

“You are the worst clown ever!” Gina said.

“Horrible,” Stacy added.

“Okay so everything didn’t work like I planned,” I said.

“My daughter is still upset,” Stacy said.

“You don’t even look like a real clown. You’re wearing faded jeans, corny suspenders and a t-shirt,” Gina replied.

“Well, not only are you not getting paid, we’re gonna teach you the definition of funny. Since we didn’t get any laughter from our kids, we’ll get it from you,” Stacy said.

The next thing I knew I was being tied spread eagle escort to the bed.

Then they both started poking me in the ribs and on my stomach casing me to jump and give short barks of laughter.

“Come on. You can do better than that can’t you?” Gina asked.

Then they both started really ticking me. Using their nails to really make me squirm.

When they saw the effect of pulling my shirt up and out of the way, they decided shirtless would be even better. So, while Stacy sat on me and tickled me, Gina untied my hands, removed my shirt, then retied my hands.

They tickled my armpits, bellybutton and even my nipples. I was really laughing now. I could hardly breathe.

“I wonder how ticklish his feet are.” Gina said.

“Let’s find out,” Stacy said.

Before long, my shoes and socks were off and my feet were getting tortured. My feet weren’t too bad, but my toes, holy shit. Then Gina brought out an electric toothbrush and used that. I may have passed out, I’m not sure. It’s all kind of a blur of laughing, breathing and begging them to stop.

When they finally did, I thought that was it, but no, it wasn’t. With my suspenders off, it wasn’t hard to remove my jeans leaving me in just my underwear.

My inner thighs and knees were ever more sensitive than my toes. There bursa eve gelen escort was another problem too. With two attractive milfs touching me, I was starting to get an erection.

Gina was pretty with long brown hair, I’d guess a C cup breast size and a nice butt. She had a little bit of a stomach, but not too much.

Stacy had short reddish hair, D size boobs, a great ass and a yoga type body. Very toned, but not muscular.

Not only were they hot, but every time they bent over, I could see down their low cut blouses.

“Looks like someone likes being tickled by a couple of older women,” Stacy said, tracing my cock through my underwear.

“Just because we have young kids doesn’t mean we couldn’t be you mother either.” Gina said.

“I wonder if Jackie knows what kind of pervert her son is, getting hard while two older women tickle him,” Stacy said.

It didn’t bother me that I was hard because a) I couldn’t help it and b) judging by their hard nipples, they were enjoying it too.

Apparently, untying me was getting tedious, because Gina simply ran, grabbed a pair of scissors and cut my underwear off.

“Oh my God,” Gina said.

“Are you kidding me?” Stacy asked.

I guess my cock was bigger than they expected. görükle escort When they got over it, they went to town.

Gina tickled my balls, while Stacy stroked and tickled my cock. Then both women used both their hands and ran their fingernails up and down the length of my cock.

“Tell you what, if you can get both of us off, before you have an orgasm, I’ll give you two hundred dollars,” Stacy offered.

“Deal,” I replied.

Both women quickly took off their pants, neither one was wearing panties, but left their tops on. Damn. I was looking forward to seeing their tits.

Stacy climbed on my face, while Gina sucked my cock and played with my balls.

I avoided Stacy’s clit and shoved my tongue as deep inside her as I could. Then I moved my tongue back and forth like a spastic pinball machine flapper. Then when I had Stacy moaning just right, I went for the money shot and sucked on her clit for all I was worth. She had a screaming orgasm.

I almost lost it a few times when Gina was sucking me off, but managed to hold on.

Then the women switched places and I basically did the same to Gina, but toyed with her clit every now and then. She started to come a few seconds before I did. I’m not sure which was more intense, my orgasm and Stacy swallowing it, or the way Gina clamped her thighs around my head.

The women agreed to give me a hundred dollars since it was a tie. I figured I still came out ahead, no pun intended. I made a hundred dollars for making two experienced women come and got a blowjob out of the deal.

I went home very happy, but very tired.

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Alone Again — Marsha ‘Helps’ DJ Again

The next uncomfortable time came when the family was faced with Brad’s next business trip. Though nobody said anything, they were all a bit apprehensive. Though Dejuanne’s head had healed nicely, and there were absolutely no symptoms that indicated an even remote possibility of a repeat of the events that transpired on the beach, this was still in the back of everyone’s mind.

“Maybe I should post-pone this trip,” confided Brad to his wife that night in bed.

“You know you can’t do that. We are fine and you know it. What happened will never happen again, barring another port-a-potty being lifted into the air and striking DJ really hard in the head — two times. I would say the probability of that is pretty remote. Wouldn’t you?”

Brad had to laugh at his wife’s wonderful ability to sum things up. She was right, of course. She was always right. She was the best woman in the world, and he loved her more now than he ever had in the past.

She was simply the best. Most beautiful. Most intelligent. Most understanding. Simply the best. There was no reason to believe that Dejuanne would become aggressive again.

It simply wasn’t in the kid’s nature. It hadn’t been all these years. The only reason he had gotten aggressive that day was because of the head trauma he had suffered. As soon as he recovered from the blow to the head, the aggression stopped.

So Brad’s trip was on. As was customary on the night before an extended business trip, Brad made love to Marsha that night. For some reason, since the accident, their sex life had taken on a whole new charge!

Both Brad and Marsha often found themselves thinking of the incident on the beach quite often. For some reason, every time Brad made love to Marsha, when he first started to penetrate her, he would think back to that day on the beach — the show he was watching between their legs, as Dejuanne penetrated several inches of his incredible cock into his mother.

And while they were fucking, Brad would think of Marsha’s cum covering their son’s massive cock. Brad had to save this thought for toward the end of their lovemaking, as it always made him have an intense orgasm as soon as the mental image entered his mind’s eye.

Marsha wasn’t really much better. Each time Brad would make love to her, Marsha would close her eyes and imagine Dejuann’es immense cock. Granted, there was really no comparison between Brad and DJ’s cocks though.

When Brad entered her, she could barely even feel his tiny little penis. But her imagination, coupled with her stimulating her clit with her hand while they fucked — thinking of DJ’s cock…the sight of it in her hand as she was washing him, then the feel of it, as he slowly began to penetrate her.

Normally by the time she imagined DJ showering her in his amazing amount of cum, Marsha had entered her own earth-shattering orgasm. And of course, this was good for Brad’s ego. Never before had his wife been able to cum during love-making. Now she did almost everytime!

All this imagining for both Brad and Marsha gave the illusion to each partner that they were doing a really good job in bed. Brad couldn’t remember Marsha EVER cumming while he fucked her.

These days she seemed to cum at the drop of a hat! And tonight was no exception. Brad was starting to wonder if maybe he had just found the right position to give her just the right amount of friction during their lovemaking.

After Brad and Marsha each had a wonderful orgasm, Brad slowly pulled out of Marsha and rolled over onto his back with a satisfied smile on his face. Marsha looked over at her resting husband with love in her eyes.

She glanced down at his cute little cock and couldn’t help but smile. He was so cute. And his little dick — which was quickly shrinking after having cum — was also just plain cute!

Sure he didn’t have a monster cock like DJ, but she still loved him.

The next day Brad was off to the airport for his next trip. DJ had a track meet, and Marsha was busy cleaning up around the house.

When DJ got back from his track meet, he was very excited. It seemed he had not only won first place in the Avon Invitational, he had also set a new school record that night in the event.

He was honored at the track meet and awarded another new metal to pin bursa üniversiteli escort onto his letterman’s jacket. He was already starting to look a bit like a field general from all the metals he had been winning this year.

Marsha couldn’t help but feel the glowing pride of a parent as DJ recounted the excitement of the event to her. She listened with rapt attention as her son told her how he was able to beat the two best seniors in the district at their best event.

After supper, Marsha and DJ retired to the living room to watch a movie for awhile. Though DJ never spoke of the event on the beach to his mother, he thought of it often.

There was one thing that continually came back into his mind. Anytime he thought of it, he simply HAD to make himself cum – and quickly — it drove him wild with desire.

As the movie ended, DJ turned to his mother who was seated next to him on the couch. She was wearing a tight red shirt that showed off her perfect tits nicely.

“Mom,” asked DJ.

“Yes?”

“Remember that day on the beach?”

“Uh-oh.” Smiled Marsha at her son “yes.”

“Oh, Never mind.”

“No, it’s OK honey. Don’t be afraid to talk to me about it. It’s really OK.”

“Are you sure? Sometimes it’s really hard for me when I think about that day.”

“Well, as I’ve told you before, you don’t have to feel bad about that day. You weren’t yourself because of getting hit so hard on the head.”

“Yeah I know. It’s not so much that…it’s just-“

“Yes?”

“Well, every time I think about it, I get really excited. There are things that happened that make me almost crazy when I think about them! And that was my first time — ever.”

“Oh yeah?” smiled Marsha, as she thought about how events from that day did exactly the same thing to her.

“Well, though it never should have occurred, I do feel a sense of honor at being the first girl you have ever been with. So tell me, like what events that happened make you so crazy?”

“I can’t say.”

“Haven’t I always told you that you can tell me anything. Why is this so different?”

“Well…I guess you’re right. Well, when I think about what you looked like, laying on your back on the beach — when I was shooting all over you.”

“Mmmm…” An involuntary moan escaped Marsha’s lips.

“Whenever I think of that, I immediately get hard,” DJ motioned down to his shorts that he was still wearing from the track meet.

Marsha could see that they were starting to tent in the front.

“And if I think about it much longer, I start to leak, then I just have to rub myself until I go.”

Marsha felt her panties immediately growing soaked from the idea that her son was also thinking about her, and getting turned on just like she had been doing.

She could tell that her nipples were already hard as little pebbles, and when she glanced down, she could clearly see their outline in her shirt.

She was pretty sure her arousal was not at all noticed by Dejuanne, still it made her a tad uncomfortable.

DJ’s voice was already starting to deepen a bit as he spoke, and Marsha could tell he was getting excited both remembering that day, and talking to her about it.

Marsha felt a little bit ornery all at once, and decided to egg it on just a little bit. “What exactly about that turns you on so much?” asked Marsha as innocently as she could manage.

“Well, I think it was seeing how excited you became when my cum started shooting all over you,” answered DJ.

As he spoke, Marsha glanced down at his crotch, and could see that he was now rock hard, and that his immense cock was starting to leak pre-cum onto the front of his shorts. His cock was so large that it strained against the front of his shorts to such a degree that his mother could pretty much see every detail of it through the shorts — down to the power veins that ran down the side of it.

Marsha found it difficult to maintain eye contact with DJ as he was talking to her, as she was getting the urge to stare at the front of his shorts as his monster began to stand at attention again.

“So that gets you all goin’ huh?” smiled Marsha as she playfully reached over and started tickling his ribs in a teasing manner.

“HEY!” yelped DJ as he stood up to get away, Marsha escort bayan felt something large and hard rub across her wrist as he stood. It felt like someone had just brushed a large tree branch against her wrist!

Not being able to restrain herself, Marsha began chasing her son across the room. The nimble DJ made a mad dash to the stairs, and left his mother way behind to try to catch up.

As Marsha got to the top of the stairs, she realized that DJ was not in site.

“DJ?” she called walking into his room looking for him. Suddenly she caught a quick motion from behind her, and her son was on her — tackling her hard onto his bed, with both of them laughing hysterically as they landed in a tussle.

Marsha felt a bit giddy as she felt his huge hardon rubbing across her ass as the two wrestled around on the bed. Marsha immediately going for the tickle-tactic again and DJ just trying to restrain his mothers hands from the maddening tickling.

As they rolled around, Marsha pushed her son hard back onto his back. As she did this, his huge/erect cock sprang out of the leg band of his shorts.

“Oh my. You better put that thing away before it puts somebody’s eye out!”

“Hahahaha,” laughed Marsha pointing down to her son’s cock.

DJ immediately blushed and reached for the top of his shorts to try to get his cock put back away. This was just the opening Marsha had been looking for, and she immediately began mercilessly tickling her son again.

“HEY!” shouted DJ, letting go of his shorts and trying to get ahold of his mother’s hands again. Marsha couldn’t help but laugh at her son’s predicament.

He was totally embarrassed at having his cock exposed to his mother, but every time he tried to put it away, she would unleash a tickle attack.

“You better get that big thing put away,” laughed Marsha as she tickled her son again. Causing them both to laugh so hard that they were nearly crying.

“You must not want me to put it away very badly since you won’t leave me alone long enough for me to get it done,” laughed DJ.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” laughed Marsha as she continued tickling every time DJ tried to put his rock hard member away.

“But to be honest, it is very magnificent. I think you are going to make some lucky young lady very happy with it someday. I know, in fact, I speak from a bit of experience!”

DJ grabbed his mothers wrists, pulled them together, and attempted to hold them with one of his big hands…as he reached for his cock with his other hand.

As he did so, his mother started struggling really hard…to try to break his grip. To try to keep his hold, DJ pulled the hand he was holding his mothers with up to his other hand, and hence, to his cock.

Marsha felt the back of her hand brush against DJ’s hard cock meat. She couldn’t resist, she reached her hand out a bit and let it brush against DJ’s hard cock a bit more.

DJ immediately let her hands go. And she started tickling him again. He grabbed her hands, and this time pulled both of them back down to his crotch to get a better hold on them. Again, Marsha ‘accidentally’ brushed the back of her hand against his hard cock. DJ was getting really turned on.

“Mom…”

“Yes?”

“Would it be terrible if I asked you if I could cum like that again?”

“What do you mean?”

“Would you let me shoot on you like that again? I’m really horny again, and need to cum really bad.”

“Honey, I can leave the room and let you take care of your friend,” smiled Marsha as she looked down at Dejuanne’s rock hard cock.

“But it was so much more exciting shooting on you — having you look at me while I did it — it was so much more exciting that way!” replied DJ as he pulled his shorts and underwear down to the middle of his thighs, sitting straight up on the bed onto his knees in front of his mother.

“Oh I don’t know honey,” replied Marsha, though her eyes were completely glued to her son’s hard cock as it waved before her face. It was almost hypnotic.

“Pleeease…” begged DJ as he started rubbing it right in front of her eyes.

“If I don’t cum it will start to hurt! When I get this excited if I don’t make it cum it will get really sore,” begged DJ.

“Yes, it’s ok that you make it cum honey. I should escort bursa just leave the room and let you have some pri….” The rest of her sentence was cut short as DJ inched closer to her on the bed and rubbed the head of his cock onto her lips.

The strong masculine smell of her son’s awesome cock overtook her senses. Marsha felt herself coming very close to another orgasm. Acting completely on impulse before she could stop herself, Marsha opened her mouth a bit and allowed the head of her son’s cock to disappear into her warm & wet mouth.

“Oh my God mom, please keep doing that for me. Don’t stop.” These words from DJ brought Marsha back out of her trance.

“Oh DJ, I am so sorry. I should never have done that,” answered Marsha, still staring at DJ’s hard cock — unable to take her eyes off of it.

“Please mom, just do it a little bit more,” begged DJ. Suddenly Marsha felt that orneriness return, and she smiled up at DJ from at his cock.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Oh please just suck it a little bit more.”

Marsha suddenly found herself unable to resist sucking her sons cock a little bit. No matter how hard she tried, she could only get the head and the first couple of inches into her mouth.

Suddenly the realization of what she was doing hit her though. She took her sons cock from her mouth and said, “DJ, I really can’t be doing this. It’s not right.”

“OK mom…but will you at least let me do one thing?”

“What’s that baby?” asked Marsha as her eyes went straight back to the incredible cock right in front of her.

“Can I please jack my cum off onto you like I did that day?” DJ asked, and really didn’t wait for an answer from his mother — he got up in front of her face — with his cock pointing straight at her face — and started masturbating as fast and hard as Marsha had ever seen.

“Oh my God,” thought Marsha as she watched her son play with his cock. She desperately wanted to slide her hand up and play with her pussy as she watched, but dared not.

Within 30 seconds, DJ let out a howl, grabbed his cock with both hands, and started shooting his cum all over his mother’s face. As a reflex, to keep it from getting into her eyes, Marsha grabbed the cock in her mouth again, and started sucking DJ’s cum into her belly. This seemed to renew the force of his orgasm. DJ grabbed the back of his mother’s head, and started to fuck her face — hard.

“MMMMM…..moaned Marsha onto his cock, as she felt a third and fourth stream burst into her mouth, causing large glops to leak out from her lips and down her chin onto her shirt. Marsha also felt another huge orgasm overtake her. She could honestly cum just looking at her son’s big dick!

Marsha swallowed as much and as quickly as she could, managing to swallow the majority of DJ’s large wad. As he continued coming in her mouth, Marsha felt herself milking the large cock with her mouth, tickling the head with her tongue, trying to suck every drop from her son’s balls.

DJ just stared down at his mother as she sucked his big cock. Soon, after he was done, and it popped from her lips, he watched her scoop the cum that was on her chin into her mouth, and begin rubbing the cum that was on her shirt into her breasts. Soon Marsha was in the throes of another huge orgasm.

“OOOh YES!” screamed Marsha as she came hard.

“Did you go too mom?”

“Yes baby. Your impressive penis really gets to me I think.”

Marsha immediately felt the waves of guilt rushing over her as she came down from her orgasm.

“DJ, we shouldn’t be doing this!”

“I’m sorry mom, I just couldn’t help it,” replied DJ as he looked down at his mother on her knees in front of him.

God, she looked so sexy. He could feel the pulse quicken to his cock and it twitched a bit as he stared down at his mom.

This action wasn’t missed by Marsha either. She found herself staring up the length of DJ’s cock as it began to harden right in front of her face again. Marsha knew she had to get out of the room, or she would have to touch it again.

“I’ve got to go to the bathroom DJ. You need to get dressed and get ready for bed.”

“OK.”

“Honey, we really can’t let this kind of thing happen again. I love your father, and I can’t live with myself cheating on him like this.”

“Are you going to tell him?” asked DJ, half hoping that she would. At least if he knew, maybe DJ could do more things with his mom — whom he realized he was rather quickly falling in love with.

“Oh I couldn’t do that, it would totally crush him DJ,” said Marsha as she was walking out of the room.

“Please just get dressed now.”

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Reminder: This story, as well as all characters in it, are real. However, all names including my own have been changed for privacy, and likewise with the names of the towns in this story. Also, ALL characters within this story are now above 18 years old and have been for a few years.

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After what was truly an eventful night at the party in Jackson’s house, perhaps it’s to be expected that things got pretty dull for a while after that, at least where me and Heather are concerned. I was a bit too busy to meet up with her or take her to any parties, but the fuck buddy relationship we’d started in late January would continue in fits and bursts.

Soccer season started at last, blissfully cutting practice session time in half on the days we had it, and replacing it on other days with highly anticipated games. Of course, shorter practice sessions did NOT translate into less physically taxing practice sessions, but it was something at least. I had indeed won my spot as a starting forward and would go on to tie with my striking partner, Dwayne, in leading both the team and the region in goal scoring. Unfortunately, we finished as regional runners-up yet for the second straight year (and to the SAME team as last year), but we made up for it with a playoff run to the Elite Eight, first time that either of our school’s soccer programs made it that far. Multiple college offers started coming in for me and Dwayne not long after that game.

Thanks to the commitment to my sport, the next time me and Heather got to get it on with each other wasn’t until spring break, in late March. However, I’ve written enough explicit content on our trysts, and I don’t feel that the Break is worthy of being it’s own story, so I’ll just summarize it as briefly as I can, as Heather wasn’t the only one I was with that week.

My best friend Brent’s older brother, Chris, and his girlfriend Taylar, had both just graduated college back in December. They agreed to take us- as in Brent, Devin and his girlfriend Lakyn, Kat, Heather, and me- to Panama City Beach down in Florida for the duration of the break, so the whole group headed down there the very moment school ended on Friday. We got one of the nice condo places; Chris and Taylar had both landed some well paying jobs. Of course the two couples stayed in their own bedrooms. Brent and Kat shared a bedroom (Kat finally got to fulfill her desire with him), while me and Heather had one to ourselves.

You can imagine just how much the sounds of sex filled the air in our condo room, what with four horny duos staying in it, especially at night. If it weren’t for the fact our spring break had coincided with those of several colleges, we would have most likely received several noise complaints. Of course, since the condo was mostly occupied by lively college students, our room was hardly alone in being the source of loud sex.

Even though Brent and Kat spent most nights together, and Heather and I did the same, we did agree to switch for Wednesday night; Heather slept with Brent, while Kat and I enjoyed each other’s bodies in my bed.

Here’s the part that’s crazy, even though Spring Break at PCB is known for things like this. Thursday afternoon on the beach, my personal body count just randomly went up from two to three. I’d went to the bathroom and had just got back down on the sand- the rest of my group were down by the water. I’d been forcing my way through the humongous crowd went I nearly stumbled into what was a flat-out orgy, nearly a dozen guys paired up with a dozen girls just going at it in the open in various positions, a crowd of people looking on.

Just as I went to walk around this rather outlandish sight (in my eyes at least), this beautiful college-age Hispanic girl, with enormous brown eyes, sun-kissed skin, long dark and curly hair, incredible legs, and a radiant smile- but no bra covering her sizable breasts- stops me with a hand to my chest. Without a word, she gets down on her knees and pulls my swim shorts down and sucks on me, quickly sparking an erection. I’m too shocked to do or say anything about it, so I just stand there for a while before I decide not to question it and enjoy. After a couple minutes of giving me a high paced blowjob (thankfully Heather has helped my endurance improve considerably this week), she gets up, turns around and bends over, pulling her brown swim panties to the side, revealing her slit. Of course I accept her offer, and receive the approving whoops of the people around us as I penetrate her. She gasped, shocked by my size I suppose. Considering she’d been sucking me off quickly, I decide to jackhammer into her just as fast.

At the end of this impromptu romp, I never told her I was coming, let alone ask for permission to do it in her tight pussy. But she didn’t seem to mind one bit that I risked breeding her, merely accepted my bursts of seed with a smile back at me over her shoulder.

We didn’t ask for each others’ names or make plans to meet again, just playfully bursa escort smacked each other’s asses in appreciation as I walked away. I’d never seen her before, and I’ve never seen her since.

(Well, that was hardly brief at all, right?)

Anyways, after Spring Break ended, we went back home and finished up with school and soccer before summer at long last returned, bringing an end to junior year for me, Brent, and Devin, sophomore year for Heather and Kat. We’re still busy, though. During the week, the girls have to go practice tumbling for cheerleading (even our spirit squad is expected to be athletic), Brent and Devin have football practice, while I have to head over to the county to the east for travel soccer. THANKFULLY, we get to hang out together and with other friends on the weekends (when I’m not away for a soccer tournament that is), so we’re not cut off from each other.

Which brings us to today’s story. Kat’s parents own a lakeside house just to the north of Smithville, which is two counties to the west of our hometown; about a fifty minute drive (They make the kind of money that makes me wonder why they never sent her to a private academy). It’s quite a big lake, the opposite, western shore is probably three to four hundred yards away from the east side where Kat’s lake house is at. A river enters the lake from the northeast about three-quarters of a mile above the house, then exits due south about two miles down. Plenty of other houses are in the area, as it’s a popular weekend getaway, but the closest one is separated from Kat’s to the south by a couple hundred yards of woods. And no other houses are located across the road, either.

Starting this summer, Kat received permission from her parents to host little get-togethers at the lake house. Not outright parties, mind, just a group of friends who manage to keep it clean and calm, although we are allowed to raid the ample storage room where they keep the wine, provided no one gets wasted and caught by the cops- or worse. Fortunately everyone doesn’t have any of that happen to themselves.

So nothing anywhere near as big or wild as Jackson’s hell-raisers. I’m fine with that. As this summer would go on to show, typically there would be only about two dozen of us, my classmates and me- a mixed assortment of football, soccer (male and female), and baseball players, as well as Kat, Heather and some of their cheerleader friends. We’d all go swim in the lake, or take the boat out and fish for part of our dinner. Me and the guys would bring gaming systems and play with and against each other, usually war games- the girls would mostly ignore or occasionally watch, maybe even join in. Sometimes we’d just go out and play football in the front yard, while again the girls watched. And of course, every now and then one of the guys would sneak up to one of the second floor bedrooms with one of the girls, and wouldn’t reappear for about an hour or so.

In mid-June we’re having our third get-together of the summer on a Friday night. Heather and I had agreed via text messaging to spend the night there together for some more sex: the second time we’d been here we’d got on the boat and went out into the middle of the lake for a couple of hours by ourselves. Brent and Devin will be there, so will Dwayne. Officially, everyone’s supposed to be there after lunch, around one o’ clock, so naturally that means most of everyone will arrive at about three.

I’m a more punctual kind of guy, so I’m pulling up about ten past one, parking on the side of the road across from the house, behind a bright yellow early 2000’s Mustang.

As I step up to the front door, it opens and Kat walks out holding her car keys, wearing a white tank top and pink short shorts, her hair is in a ponytail. She smiles warmly when she spots me.

“Hey, you,” I say.

“Hey, Scott.” We French-kiss, she accepts my firm grasp on both of her ass cheeks, and even returns the favor. Although we only screwed for that one night almost three months prior, Kat’s made it clear that she really enjoyed our sessions. She’s been a lot more physical in her affections for me since, much like Heather.

“I gotta go into town, I’m picking up the pizza for tonight. Chassidy’s already here,” she says, turning to walk to her car. I walk through the door into the capacious room that serves as kitchen, dining room, and living room at the same time. Doors to the left (south) and right (north) lead into hallways, and half the opposite wall consists of a sliding glass door onto the deck stretching off over the lake shore. The kitchen and dining sections are separated by a long counter that contains a sink and a couple wooden knife holding structures. Sitting at the counter on one of the stools is Chassidy, who’s texting someone while watching a rerun episode of that blasted Secret Life of an American Teen (or whatever it’s called) on the big TV on the right wall in the living room area, a half-empty old fashioned Coke bottle in front of her on bursa escort the counter.

Chassidy is the owner of that bright yellow Mustang, and she’s going to be a senior this upcoming school year just like me, although she’s not a part of my main group of friends. Like Kat, she’s a blue-eyed blond, but her hair ends just as it falls onto her shoulders, while Kat lets her hair flow down past her chest. Also unlike Kat, Chassidy is a petite little thing, about 5 foot 2 or so, maybe a hundred pounds in weight. She’s wearing some sleeveless shirt, with vertical pink and green bar-like lines crisscrossed with thin horizontal blue lines, as well as short shorts that look like a pair of jeans that was cut barely three inches below the crotch area. This form-fitting outfit is showing off her tanned arms, legs, and part of her chest. She’s got a fair bit of cleavage that teases her boobs as well; they’re a little larger than Heather’s, which fit perfectly in my hands.

As unoriginal as it sounds, especially after the memories of Heather, Chassidy is another one of the cheerleader girls, which accounts for her toned body. She’d been on the spirit squad for the first two years of high school, then made it onto the more prestigious competition team last year, and had made it back onto the team for senior year.

She turns as I close the door. She smiles and we say hey.

“You look cute,” I tell her, looking her up and down. She smiles and looks away, a little bashful I guess. “Thanks.”

I sit on a stool next to her, and point to the TV.

“You’re really watching that crap?” I ask.

“It’s not crap, Scott, it’s a good show,” she says, smiling again when I scoff. Guys hate this show, but girls somehow love it.

As I’m shaking my head, I notice a bottle of wine next to the fridge, mostly full. I’m gonna get a glass of that in a bit. Before anyone thinks anything of it, no, it wasn’t to get her drunk so I could take advantage of her lack of inhibitions. I just wanted to have some wine.

Since Chassidy wasn’t at either of the first two get-togethers that Kat’s had, I ask her how summer’s been for her. She pauses, smile fading.

“It’s been okay. Me and Lance are through, though,” she says, looking a little downcast. She continues: “He cheated on me with two of the freshman girls back in May. I found out back on Tuesday.”

“Damn. I’m sorry to hear he did that to you,” I say, and pull her into a one-armed hug that she accepts with a slight air of gratefulness. She gives a small smile in appreciation, not noticing I had also used the time hugging her to be a bit of a perv and look down her shirt, nor that I had also nudged my stool a bit closer to her.

I drop my hand from her shoulder to her back and rub up and down for a few moments. She doesn’t contest: normally she’s a “you can look but not touch” type of girl. She had definitely been faithful to Lance, one of the newly graduated baseball players, but she’d almost never forbade any guy from looking at her, even her breasts. Maybe being single has her craving for physical contact.

I decide to try and lighten her up a bit with more humor. “Want me to kick his ass?” Me and Lance did get in a fight just before he started dating Chassidy, and I’d won despite his strength advantage. Can’t quite remember what the fight was over, but Chassidy had been there to see it happen.

She chuckles, probably remembering me knocking him out cold with that left hook. “No, although that would be fun to see.”

“Alright, I’ll do it anyway. And instead of kicking his ass, how about his undersized nads?”

Now she’s really laughing, leaning back and slapping her knee. She even lets out a hilarious pig-like snort, which makes her laugh harder and now I join in. As we slow down I decide to be a little risky and move my hand from her back to her silky smooth leg.

This makes her pause for a second, the “you can look but not touch” look flickers across her face, then it’s gone. And back again. And then gone again. Ha, she can’t make up her mind if she likes it or not.

I rub my thumb back and forth, then slide my hand up her leg, just below her shorts. I squeeze her thigh and then put my hand on her back again.

Her smile returns, a little sheepish this time. She’s decided not to rebuke me for feeling her leg. That’s one victory most guys never achieve on her. But now I’m unsure of the next step to taking her.

I get up and go to the wine bottle. I find a glass in the cabinet just above it, and fill it halfway. Just as I’m about to put the stopper back in, I look at Chassidy and raise it up.

“Want some?” I ask. Still looking a tad flustered, she nods.

I get another glass, but I don’t fill it up as much as I did my own. I’m not looking to get her drunk.

As I hand her the glass she stands, thanks me, and walks over to the couch over in the living room section, probably wanting a more cozy seat than the stool now. I follow her, and bursa eskort we tap our glasses together before taking a sip after sitting down. She’s positioned in the left corner of the couch, leaning against both the back rest and the arm rest, her legs close to where I am in the middle.

She turns the conversation to me now. “So how’s your summer going, Scott? Better than mine, I bet.”

“It’s been kinda fun for me, I guess,” I scratch at the back of my neck. “Just have club soccer to do, really. We’ve had a couple tournaments and some league games.” I don’t mention that I’ve become fairly skillful at making Heather have multiple orgasms, instead of relying on luck as I had in January.

She nods, taking another sip. “I heard you’ve already got offers coming in for college soccer. Is that so?”

“Yep. Biggest offer so far is Georgia State,” I reply. She seems impressed.

We make small talk for a little while about college. She’s thinking of going to the smaller university that’s about half an hour’s drive to the northwest of this lake. Coincidentally, this is the same one I’d been considering since the soccer scholarship offer I’d received in late April. Most of the people who go to our high school often wind up going there if not to the little community college half an hour to the south of our hometown. She wants to go into cosmetology. I’m still not sure what I want to do in life. I start to feel the urge to pee, but I hold it, thinking that maybe I can woo Chassidy and bone her before relieving my bladder.

I decide to go for it again. She’s still got her legs close to me, so I reach out and place my hand down on her leg again.

She silently watches as I trail my hand up and down, from her knee to her shorts. We’re looking each other straight in the eye the whole time. She’s not repudiating me, which is a good sign. An even better one manifests when she repositions herself: now she’s siting right next to me, giving me better access to her thigh. She almost imperceptibly bites her lip, and she’s trying to hide a smile by putting on her poker face. Eventually she takes my hand and replaces it on my lap.

“That’s enough, Scott,” she says in a sing-song tone.

“For now,” I say with a grin. She coughs, but I can tell she’s covering up a giggle. I put my arm around her and draw her closer, meeting with no resistance. We sit in silence watching the stupid show, finishing our wine off.

Okay, maybe I shouldn’t shit on the series too much; it almost seems to be trying to help me out. Not sure which episode is on- not that I give a damn- but at this point in time a romantic scene between the main character and some guy. Chassidy seems to ease into cozying up next to me, leaning her head against my shoulder. When the two characters on screen kiss, I take Chassidy’s face in and lean in for one of our own.

She freezes up, not responding in any way. She then places a hand against my chest and pushes me while leaning back to break off the kiss. I just lean towards her more, while firmly holding her by the back of her head, making her escape attempt fail. Now she can’t try to get away easily, at least not without risking me pinning her down in the missionary position. While keeping her close with my left arm, I put my right hand under her shirt to feel her toned body. I don’t go for her boobs, just yet.

She manages to break the kiss for a second. “Scott, re-,” she starts, before I cut her off be resuming, this time introducing my tongue to hers. She breaks it again. “I’m not r-ready for s-s-someone new, or a rebou-” is what she gets out before I interrupt her again.

I use my left hand to hold her head to mine, while running my right hand up and down her body from the ribcage to her knee.

A couple minutes of this seems to change her mind. She starts to respond, moaning softly when I suck on her lower lip and when I give her a firm smack on her ample butt. Her hands move, the one that had been pushing at my chest now on the back of my head, the one she’d been using for balance against the arm rest under my shirt, feeling my abs.

Dammit. My bladder is demanding relief, even more than my balls are. Now I’m the one who breaks the kiss. Chassidy seems disappointed, then appalled at the fact she’d been making out with me.

“I’ll be back. Gotta go to the bathroom,” I tell her. She just turns to stare out the sliding door, crossing her arms.

I go down the hall that leads south and find the bathroom on my left, with a bedroom directly opposite from it. It takes a while to get all the piss out but it was sweet relief when I was done- hadn’t realized I’d been holding so much in.

When I open the door to walk out I see movement in the bedroom in front of me. I stop in the doorway and see it’s Chassidy.

She seems a bit flustered. She tries to play off being in here as just her exploring the house, which I’m sure is partially true as she’s never been here before. I get the feeling she was also trying to hide. . .

“Great hiding spot, right across the hall from the bathroom I’m in, right?” I laugh.

I’m blocking off her only escape route, so she just plops down on the lime-green covered bed, looking defeated, annoyed, and strangely even a little expectant.

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