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Farmer’s Daughter Ch. 06

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Ch 6 – The Ride

Revenge served as cold as ice cream

NC<18 – No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story.

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We woke up the next morning to sunshine and bird songs and went out to do the morning chores, still naked, holding hands between the three of us and sharing playful and flirtatious and bittersweet caresses, knowing all too well that my car was supposed to be ready to be picked up sometime today.

I’m not sure when, but sometime during this weekend I had come to care about these girls.

Sure, it started out as an episode from a letter to a porn magazine but in an amazingly short time they had grown on me and my chest actually hurt I was in such conflict.

We knocked out all the things they said needed to be done before we left then went in to clean up.

You know how I mentioned the upstairs bathroom a while back? Well, farmhouses years ago also had things called “mud rooms” where the folks would remove muddy boots and dirty or muddy clothes before going into the rest of the house. This farmhouse had a mud room.

But this mud room was a bit different. And that was good because we didn’t have and muddy boots or clothes to get rid of.

What this house had a room that had probably started out as a mud room or an enclosed porch had been turned into a mud room with a shower. And what a shower!

Bobbi Jo opened the door this time and, yeah, my jaw dropped again. I had thought the shower upstairs was great, and it was. This one was fantastic!

You had to step down into it and onto the tiled floor. You know how you usually refer to the “bottom” of a shower or a tub? Yeah. Not this one. This one had a floor. The room was entirely tiled, from floor to ceiling. The only things that weren’t tiled were the windows and the inside of the door. The tile included a nice bench a little more than halfway to the far wall.

Bobbi Jo walked over and slid the windows open, letting in the fresh cool air from outside, along with birdsongs while Betty walked around the room turning on the shower heads.

Yeah, you read that right. Shower headS.

There were six of them spaced around the room, which was unusual enough, but what made them more unusual was that they protruded from the ceiling instead of the walls.

What made them more unusual than that was that they all had flexible hoses and the heads were mounted on some kind of movable arms so they could be positioned in different locations, heights, etc.

We had discussed the bathroom upstairs yesterday while doing chores and it turned out that when Betty’s parents had inherited the farm they had decided to renovate the house before they moved in.

When they got to stripping the plaster and lath to install drywall they had discovered the house was an old timber-frame one where the studs weren’t part of the load-bearing walls and what made it possible to put in such a big window in that bathroom.

Betty had grown up using the bathtub/shower in the downstairs bath, not realizing that not all parents had bathrooms that big.

Once she and Bobbi Jo had moved into the master bedroom it occurred to her that maybe her parents were into some things she hadn’t suspected.

Turned out that once she realized that, she had to re-consider the reason the mud room was what it was.

“You know,” I said as we stepped into the spray of all those shower heads, “I think I’m really sad I never got to meet your ‘rental units’ too.”

Betty smiled up at me kind of sadly, but with a glint in her eye, “You just wish you could have had the mythical and fabled mother-daughter three-way instead of the much more common bi-sexual three-way.”

“No!” I protested with as straight a face as I could manage. “I was thinking that with the right timing I could have had a four-way with you, your Mom and Bobbi Jo while your Dad was out in the fields.”

She smiled at me, said, “Oh, shut up,” and pushed me further into the spray of the showers.

We sat on the bench with Bobbi Jo behind me with her legs straddling it like I was and Betty sitting on my lap facing me.

We kissed for a long time, in between hugs until we finally decided that the time had come for me to leave.

I stayed downstairs and got dressed in the back room off the kitchen while the two girls went up to their room to get dressed.

I was dressed and had my sample cases and suitcase by the front door when I heard them coming down the stairs.

I turned and looked and about backed over my suitcase and fell down.

See, up ’til now I had seen them in “farm clothes” – IF you could count that costume Alanya Sarışın Escort Betty was wearing yesterday (only yesterday??) – or those pajama outfits/costumes.

This was an entirely different side of them that I had seen. And I had seen a LOT of sides to them in a little over a day and a half.

They came down the stairs wearing matching outfits. Matching except Bobbi Jo’s was pink and Betty’s was yellow.

Other than the color and the size, though, they matched.

Knit dresses that looked like they had been sprayed on.

Low-cut fronts. No bras.

The bottoms of the dresses came to about mid-thigh.

Both were wearing what most guys refer to as “fuck-me pumps” (where the hell do you find “fuck me pumps” that small for Betty?) the same color as the dresses.

But the crowning touch was the little lace-topped ankle socks they were wearing.

It was like the entire outfit was screaming “SEX” but that small little reserved part of it was whispering “but, but, but, I’m a GOOD girl”. The contrast was as sexy as the outfits.

They slowly walked over to me, model style, crossing their feet across each other and swaying their hips. It was all I could do to not change my mind, tear my clothes off and then rip theirs from them.

“I’ll go get the truck,” Bobbi Jo said, and she walked through the kitchen and out the back door.

I was surprised when I heard the low rumble of what sounded like a tuned racing engine fire up and idle around the side of the house.

I looked out and saw an older pickup truck roll into view. It was older, but it didn’t look old. The body was in really good condition. Nothing special paint-wise. Just a truck. But it sure didn’t sound like “just a truck”.

Betty grabbed the smaller sample case and I grabbed the larger one and my suitcase and we walked out the front door. Just as I was about to go through the door I caught something out of the corner of my eye and realized the clothes I had shed the day before yesterday were still lying crumpled on the living room floor.

“Damn, my clothes,” I said as I started to go back for them.

“Pick them up on your way through next time, mister,” Betty smiled up at me.

“Next time?”

“Unless you don’t want to?”

“Oh, hell yeah! I was actually wondering how many times I could play that, ‘Excuse me, but my car broke down’ thing before you showed up at the door with a shotgun and told me to ‘get the hell on outta here, mister!'”

We carried the bags out to the truck and I put them in the back.

Betty held the passenger door open for me and I looked at her askance. “I don’t think I can ride the ‘hump’ very well, sweety.”

She smiled and said, “You’re not riding the hump. I am.”

“Well, shouldn’t you be getting in first, then?”

Her smile turned wicked as she said, “Not THAT hump.”

Oh.

So I climbed up into the truck, she climbed in and sat on my lap and she pulled the seatbelt across the both of us and fastened it.

Bobbi Jo drove out of the drive and onto the blacktop and turned in the direction the tow-truck had gone.

As we drove, Betty started to rock her hips back and forth across my crotch. It didn’t take long before she was riding the hump of my cock between her ass cheeks through the dress.

“Jeez, mister, don’t you ever stop?”

“Sorry. Can’t help myself in such beautiful, sexy company. Especially with you rubbing that cute little ass of yours on me like that.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, mister, this road just has some bumps is all.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Well, mister, I don’t think I can keep riding here like that with that thing like that.”

“What do you want me to do with it? You made it like that.”

“Oh, so it’s MY fault?”

“Kinda.”

“Well, let’s try this.” And she unbuckled the seatbelt, turned around unbuckled my belt, unhooked my trousers, unzipped my fly and pulled my hard cock out. Then she turned around, lifted the hem of the dress to her waist – no bra, no underwear, why should I be surprised? – lowered her cunt over my cock, leaned back and re-seatbelted us in.

As we continued to drive down the road she went back to rocking her hips.

“See, mister, just like I said. It’s just that the road is bumpy. But this is a much more comfortable way to ride to town.”

I started to reach around her waist and she slapped my hand.

I thought she was playing and tried again and she slapped my hand again.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“If you do that, I’m going to come, you’re going to come and Bobbi Jo’s gonna lose control of the truck.”

“Oh,” I said glumly.

“But you CAN play Alanya Şişman Escort with these if you want,” and she reached down, grabbed both of my hands and put them on her titties through the dress.

And so, as we drove along, she rocked her hips on my throbbing cock and I gently squeezed her boobs through her dress.

Eventually the road widened out to be a four lane and traffic picked up. We came to a stop light and Bobbi Jo looked in the mirror, smiled and pulled into the left lane just before getting to the light. “Just act natural,” Bobbi Jo said quietly. I wondered why until another pickup rolled up to our right.

I looked out the window into the eyes of a younger guy, probably about the girls’ age and the guy sitting next to him about the same age. “Morning, boys.” Then I turned to look straight forward again.

I could hear the driver whispering to his buddy that I was playing with Betty’s tits, but his friend wasn’t believing him until he lifted himself off the seat to look across his buddy.

Right about then, Betty reached out, grabbed the dashboard and slowly started sliding up and down the full length of my rock-hard shaft.

I had been watching the lights of the cross-street and the turn-lanes and at just the right time I turned and looked at them again and said, “You boys have a good day, now, ya hear?”

As the light turned green, Bobbi Jo stomped the gas, the tires spun and we left them sitting in a cloud of smoke at the light. Coincidentally, Betty had been in the “up” position and the acceleration slammed her back down on my cock. I think she’d been watching the lights, too.

“Shit! What do you have in this thing?”

Betty told me and I told her I was surprised that she knew so much about it.

“This was Daddy’s and my project during high school. We tore the engine out, took sent it to a machine shop to have some work done, then brought it back and put it together together.”

“Wait. So you know stuff about cars? Do you know what was wrong with my car?” She nodded. “Then why didn’t you tell me that so we could have come and gotten the parts and you could have fixed it and I could have gotten back on the road?”

“Because then we wouldn’t have had this weekend together, mister.”

“Hey, speaking of which, why do keep calling me mister? I know you know my name by now.”

“Well, at first it was part of the act when I first started seducing you, but now it’s just our little nickname for you. Bobbi Jo really likes to call you that when you’re dominating her if you haven’t noticed. She’s not really big on the whole ‘master’ or ‘mistress’ thing”

I looked over at Bobbi Jo and she nodded slightly.

We found the dealership and Betty slid up off me and I had to try to stick my wet cock back in my trousers while still seated in the truck, which wasn’t easy. Luckily it was just wet and not cum-drenched.

When I went inside I found out that they hadn’t quite finished the repairs so I figured I had some time to kill. I told the girls that I could just wait here and they could head back to the farm to make sure they got back in time for evening chores.

They said they had plenty of time because Bobbi Jo would drive much faster going home than she did getting into town.

They asked what my plans would have been had I gotten into town on time two days ago.

“Well, ummm,” I hesitated. “I’d have gone to one particular office where there’s an office manager about my age that I’ve been trying – unsuccessfully – to hit on every trip through. I hit there then the motel, just in case I ever do get lucky with her. Then I hit the rest of the clinics in town in the morning before heading out again.”

Bobbi Jo growled, low in her throat. “Where’s this bitch’s office?”

I told her where to go, wondering the whole time what was going through her mind and if I should have told her or not.

When we got to the office, Betty jumped off my lap and asked how long it would take me to do what I normally did.

“About 40 minutes, I guess.”

“OK. You get your sexy ass in there and do what you normally do. Do you hit on her right at first?”

“I usually flirt with her all visit and then ask if she’d be interested in dinner just before I leave.”

“Good. Like Bobbi Jo said earlier, Just act natural. You’re just a day or two late. Car trouble.”

So I grabbed my two sample cases and went inside.

The office manager glared at me and said, “You’re late.”

“Whoa! Sorry. Didn’t know I had to meet your schedule. I had car trouble. Just got into town.”

She harrumphed and I went about my business, flirting with her even though my heart wasn’t in it, because now Alanya Sınırsız Escort I was comparing her to the two beauties waiting outside. But I put on as good a front as I could.

Right around the 30 minute mark the door opened and Betty stepped inside.

“Jeez, mister, aren’t you done yet?”

I don’t think the office manager could see who came in from her seated position. I don’t think she could see Betty when she walked over to me, wrapped her hands around my upper arm and rested her head on my shoulder. “Can’t you quit early?”

The office manager stood up and her eyes widened as she saw Betty. I glanced around the waiting room and saw that the eyes of everyone in there were wide as well. I think a couple of ten-year old boys spontaneously sprinted into puberty right about then, too.

“Now baby, I’ve got work to do. I’m almost done. Can you sit quietly and wait ’til I’m done? Then we can get you an ice cream cone or something.”

I said that because I knew there was an ice-cream stand right next door, where I usually drowned my rejection in a big hot fudge sundae after I left this place.

“That sounds good,” she said as she let go of my arm and asked “Can I have money for ice cream now?

I pulled a handful of bills out of my wallet and handed them to her and told her to get one for her and one for her friend and that I’d get one when I was done.

I split my attention on the office manager who seemed to be looking at me in a new light and the view out the door as the two girls walked in that model-strut – in those “fuck-me pumps” no less – to the ice cream shop next door.

I thought the kid at the window of the shop was going to fall out of it when he saw them standing there.

I carried on as I normally did with the office staff and timed it right.

I had my back to the door and was in the process of asking the office manager if she’d like to have dinner with me tonight when I heard the door open. I could hear the collective intake of air when they walked in as everyone took in the matching outfits and the size difference.

The office manager had stood up when she heard the gasp from the waiting room and saw the two of them walking across the office.

She tried to fluff up her hair. “Well, I don’t know. I don’t usually, but I might.”

Betty stood on tiptoes to see across the counter better, took a long, slow lick up her ice cream cone and giggled.

Bobbi Jo planted an elbow on the counter, leaned over, looked her slowly up and down and then looked down at her and said, “Oh, lady, you wouldn’t stand a chance. This here is waay too much man for any ONE woman.”

As she pulled herself back across the counter her ice cream cone dripped onto the massive expanse of bare skin. She jerked a little and I took a tissue from the box on the counter and I reached to wipe it up.

“No, mister, let me!” said Betty. I started to hand her the tissue, but instead she stood on tip-toes again, extended that fantastic tongue of hers and looked the office manager right in the eyes and slowly licked that running drip of ice cream off Bobbi Jo’s cleavage.

“Wow! Now I’m ready for some ice cream, too,” I said. Bobbi Jo smiled at me and turned her cone so the next drop landed on her cleavage again.

“No, you silly goof. I meant my own ice cream.”

She looked like she was going to pout until Betty licked that drop up too.

I picked up my sample cases and turned to walk out the door. They put the hands that didn’t have the cones in them around my arms and we walked out together.

I put the cases in the back of the truck and we walked over to get a hot fudge sundae for me – but this was definitely NOT a rejection sundae.

We finished our ice cream and as we walked back to the truck holding hands I glanced at the window of the clinic and saw the office manager standing there watching us.

Sucks to be you, I thought.

The girls gave me a ride back to the dealership where my car was now ready.

They seemed reluctant to leave until I reminded them they still had evening chores to do or the animals would suffer. They dragged leaving out until Betty finally blurted out, “You’re just trying to get rid of us so you can hook up with that bitch of an office manager now that she’s seen you for who you really are!!”

“Girls, I wouldn’t try to hook up with that bitch of an office manager now. Or ever. Not now that you two have reminded me who I really am.”

*****

You probably won’t believe this, but I’m a traveling salesman. No, not the old door-to-door salesman for brushes, vacuum cleaners, magazines or encyclopedias.

I actually sell specialty medical products. That requires traveling to every clinic in my district on a regular basis, and I’ve got a regular route that I follow in the process so I can spend each night in my “regular” motels.

Except for one weekend each trip. That one I spend at a farmhouse on the right side of a two-lane blacktop road with my two very, very close friends.

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Fifty Shades Invades Michigan

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Friends,

Although the Fifty Shades bestsellers involve a D/s relationship and a good deal of BDSM, I am submitting this story in the erotic couplings section, as the hero of my story just uses the books as a way to pick up women for short term relationships, while he is traveling on business.

In this story, the hero seduces two different women online and sets up in-person dates. I hope the emails described at the beginning of the story aren’t confusing. The hero sets up alternate biography’s, to meet each women’s needs. In other words, it’s fiction within fiction.

Comments are welcome.

TSG

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I was on business in Novi, MI, just west of Detroit. It was the early evening of the first night of a six day business trip. I had finished a nice dinner, but was tired and was heading back to my hotel room, when I decided to stop at a Barnes and Noble. If I couldn’t sleep, I wanted something other than the TV to occupy my time.

I was standing at the best sellers section looking over the latest fiction, when a mid-40’s women stepped next to me, reached out and grabbed the second book of the now famous “Fifty Shades” trilogy and quickly walked away. Moments later, a young Mom, pushing a baby carriage grabbed the first two “Fifty Shades” books and pushed the carriage toward the checkout line. Less than five minutes passed, when a third, a young professionally dressed and very attractive woman picked out the first of the three books and went to pay for it.

An idea started to form in my mind and percolated over the fifteen minutes it took to get back to the Marriott. Once in my room, I stared my laptop and took some time researching the story line of the Fifty Shades trilogy. I knew the basics, but wanted some detail. I found chat rooms and read first-person reviews and discussions. I spent some time identifying what woman liked best about Christian Grey and Ana Steele, the two main characters.

When I had enough information, I booted up a well known free personal ad website and submitted the following:

“Fifty Shades in Michigan?”

“More mature and less controlling, Christian Grey type, searching for my Ana Steele. I am interested in the possibility of a long term and ongoing friendship. I hope we can have a normal all-American relationship in public and the type of relationship that Christian and Ana had, in private. I am white, 48, 5’10”, 185lbs, clean-cut, well educated, professionally employed and experienced in this type of lifestyle. You are interested in an ongoing relationship, are honest and willing to explore your “Ana” side with the right man. Let’s trade a couple of emails and see if our needs might match-up.”

After setting up a new private email address, I shut down for the night and went to bed.

The next day, a Monday, I was extremely busy. I attended six meetings and in between, typed up notes and followed up on emails and other business. It wasn’t until I was driving back to the Marriott and passed Barnes and Noble that I remembered my “Fifty Shades” posting.

I’ll admit that I was shocked when I opened my private email account and found a total of eleven email responses. However, it only took a couple of minutes before I realized that all but two were SPAM.

Barb’s email response:

“Hi, I’m Barb and I read all three of the books, while I was on vacation. Well, I actually read them twice. I read your personal ad this morning and have been thinking about it all day and finally have the guts to respond. I’m forty-six; white, married and I live about 20 minutes from Novi. I work in Detroit and pass through Novi driving each way. Although I am married and don’t want to change my status, as I do love my husband and children, I need and want something more. Our love making is passive and boring. I doubt you’ll be interested in a married woman, because I won’t be able to do any regular dating. However, if you think you might be interested in an affair with a married woman, who is eager to learn about D/s, let’s talk. BTW — I am 5’8″, white, with dark shoulder length hair. I am a size 12, with curves, a 38 cup size and full hips.”

Deb’s email response:

“I’m a lot younger than you and am 26. I’ve known I am a sexual submissive for years. Boys my age think that makes me a slut and they treat me like crap. They spank my ass and just want to screw me. I’m looking for someone who knows how to treat a submissive. I want my limits to be respected, but I want to be pushed. I’m 5’4″, 130lbs, cute, dark eyes and hair. I exercise and am in good shape. I hope to hear from you.”

I wrote to Deb first:

“Dear Deb, I’m Chris. Thanks for writing. Your age doesn’t matter to me and I am excited that you have had some D/s experience. I’m not looking for a 24/7 arrangement. Basically, I’m looking for a friendship outside the bedroom and a willing submissive in private. I have been widowed for three years. While married, my wife and I discovered my Dom and her sub sides. We explored D/s for the entire time we were married. I didn’t date immediately Alanya Yabancı Escort after becoming single, but have dated over the last 18 months. I’ve met some great woman, but all have been vanilla. I want and need more than that. Tell me about what you enjoy about D/s and describe your hard and soft limits. Chris”

And my response to Barb:

“Dear Barb, I’m Chris. Thanks for responding to my ad. Like you, I am married and am not looking to change my situation. My wife and I explored D/s and BDSM until she lost all interest in sex. While my sex drive remains high, hers is in reverse. I am looking for a woman near my age, as I think it’s important to have similar life experiences. I’m looking for friendship and not a quick hook-up. I’ll admit this is the first time I have explored the possibility of an affair and I’ll admit that I am nervous. However, my need to explore a D/s relationship has pushed me to going online and looking for this type of friendship. I will also admit that your inexperience is a turn-on, as I think it will be exciting to teach a novice submissive. Will you share your thoughts about D/s. What turns you on and what doesn’t? Chris.”

After sending the second email, I took a long shower and rinsed the grim of a long day off. I dressed and was getting ready to head out to dinner, when I heard a beep signaling that I had an email.

It was from Barb:

“Hi Chris. My husband is in his home office, but I’m still nervous about writing. Wow! Nervous and excited. I’m glad that you are willing to teach me and that it’s a turn-on for you. I’m not sure how to answer your questions, as my only real experience is just reading Fifty Shades. I’m usually in total control when my husband and I make love. He isn’t forceful. He just makes love for a few minutes and is done. My breasts are very sensitive. Every once in a while he pinches my nipple hard. He doesn’t mean to, it just happens. It gives me a huge sexual jolt that I love. I wish he would do it more. When we have intercourse, he just makes love, when he is on top. When I get on top, I ride him hard and it feels so good. But he never lasts very long. I just want a guy to take control. It scares me to say it, but it’s what I want. Barb.”

Rather than going out to dinner, I decided to order room service, so I could eat and continue to email Barb.

After placing my food order, I sent Barb the following:

“Dear Barb, I hope this doesn’t sound crude to you, but I don’t “make love.” I fuck. I’m always in control. I’m rough. I’m demanding. I want to get this out in the open. If we decide to pursue this type of affair, I don’t want you to be surprised. I’m thrilled that you shared that your breasts are sensitive to pain. I enjoy exploring pain as pleasure. Spankings and pinching can be very exciting. Does the idea of bondage, blindfolds and gags excite you? Does your husband work from home? If we decide to take the next step and meet, is it easy for you to get away from home? Chris”

As I was typing Barbs email, I was notified that I had another email. When I checked, it was from Deb. It read:

“Dear Sir, First I want to tell you that I am sorry for the loss of your wife. That’s terrible! Do you have kids? I’ll be honest and tell you that I got sick of guys and explored girls for about a year, but didn’t find what I was looking for with them. I’m a stylist and work in a large salon. All our customers are talking about Fifty Shades. I was thinking, because it’s so popular, maybe I could find a guy who was into it. I actually placed a couple of ads looking for a D/s relationship, but just received one line answers wanting to hook up. I want someone who knows what they’re doing. I do have limits. I don’t want to get beat up. I won’t do blood, piss or crap. I want D/s sex, without the wacky stuff! Do I make sense? deb.”

Room service delivered my steak, veggies and salad, along with two cold micro beers. I took my time and had a nice dinner and when I went back to my computer, I responded to deb:

“Dear deb, Thank you for your condolences. I have two daughters. Both are in high school and are good kids. They get great grades, they are involved in sports and other activates. I’m proud of them. Thank you also, for calling me Sir. I appreciate your attention to these small details, as they tell me a great deal about you and your D/s experience. I agree about your limits. I’m not interested in the more extreme forms of BDSM. I’d like to invite you to dinner tomorrow night. Would you be available to meet at the TGIF’s next to the Mall, at 8pm? I’ll look forward to that possibility! Chris.”

There was an email in my in box from Barb. It read:

“Dear Chris, OMG! Your email didn’t offend me! It excited the hell out of me. I mean really excited me. I’m soaked! (blush!!!) Everything you described is what I’m looking for! (blush beet red!!!) My husband works in the city. He’s always working and has an office at home too. He might be a huge problem. He’s very jealous of me. We do everything Alanya Yaşlı Escort together and I have a hard time getting out alone at night. My only freedom is during the day and I work too. Would it be possible for you to get together during the day? Barb.”

I wrote Barb:

“Dear Barb, I can easily meet during the day, as I make my own schedule and am often out of the office. In fact, I have meetings in Detroit tomorrow. Would you like to meet for lunch? Pick a place you feel comfortable. Some place convenient, but where no one will know you. I hope we can get together! Chris.”

I found a new email for Deb in my box:

Dear Sir, Thanks for the invitation. I would love to meet!!! I get out of work at 6pm on Tuesday. I have plenty of time to get home and change. TGIF at the Mall is perfect for me. Do you have any instructions for me? deb”

I responded a few minutes later to Deb:

“Dear deb, Please dress to please me. Wear a matching bra and panty set. Be freshly shaved … legs, underarms and pubic hair. Please be on time. I will meet you in the bar and if we are enjoying ourselves, we can go to the dining room for dinner. I’ll look forward to that possibility! Chris”

Barb’s newest email was waiting for me. It read:

“Dear Chris, I’m so nervous and so so so excited. Yes! Let’s meet. Can we meet at the Panera’s in The Home Depot parking lot at Seven Mile Road and Corbin Avenue? Can we meet at noon? I’ll be the one standing at the front door! Please let me know if that works for you!!! Barb.”

My response to Barb was a simple confirmation:

“Dear Barb, I will be at Panera’s tomorrow at noon. I’ll look forward to meeting you! Chris.”

I turned off my computer and went to bed.

I had a very busy Tuesday morning and by eleven o’clock, I was glad to get out of my customers office. It was a short 20 minute drive to the Panera’s and I parked across the parking lot, with a clear view of the front of the restaurant. Fifteen minutes before our agreed upon time, I saw an attractive dark haired woman stop at the entrance and hesitate. When she entered, I decided it wasn’t Barb, but after a short time, she came out and stood at the entrance.

From the distance, I could tell she was tall and very well built. Her hair was pulled back and was in a pony tail. She was wearing a tight top with a good amount of cleavage showing from 50 yards. She had dress slacks that hugged her curves, long legs with heals.

I watched several men walk past and ogle her.

Deciding I wasn’t going to make her wait, I drove to the back of the Panera’s, parked and walked around the building. We each started to smile, as I got closer. I reached out my hand and said, “I really hope your Barb?”

She responded, “Hi Chris. It’s so nice to meet you!”

“Is it safe to kiss your cheek?” I asked.

Barb blushed and nodded.

I leaned in and kissed her cheek and whispered, “You are so fucking sexy!”

Barb took a deep breath and with her eyes to the ground, shyly said, “Thank you.”

As I said, “Let’s get lunch,” I reached for the door and held it open. I boldly gazed at Barbs exposed cleavage, which caused her blush to deepen. I was also pleased to see that she had an incredibly well shaped ass. Barbs over-the-shoulder look confirmed that my eyes were focused on her butt.

The line was short and in just a few minutes, we were seated at a back table with our food. Barb was easy to talk to and we got acquainted. Although we flirted and teased, we didn’t mention anything about BDSM.

As we finished our meals, Barb said, “I guess you’re not interested in me?”

I smiled and asked, “Why would you say that?”

Barb shrugged and continued, “I thought we would talk about sex for our entire lunch.”

I explained, “Barb, I’m not shy, but I’m also not going to embarrass you and discuss private things in a public place.” I leaned across the table and asked, “Are you attracted to me?”

She nodded.

“Good. I’m glad. I’m very attracted to you too. Let’s go sit in your car and talk about more … personal things. Do you agree?”

There was a spark in Barb’s eye as she nodded again.

Barb’s SUV was also parked in the back of the building and was only two spots away from my Hertz rental. Using the remote, she unlocked the vehicle and we climbed in.

As we settled into the front seats, with our backs against the door and facing each other, I nodded toward her cleavage and said, “You dressed to please me.”

She answered, “I usually show off “the girls,” but today I wore a special bra to show them off even more.”

“Did you do it for me?” I asked.

Barb shyly admitted, “Yes.”

“Show me your sexy bra.”

Barb’s face brightened and she pulled the fabric of her tight top to the side, showing off just a bit of her red bra cup.

I smiled; leaned across the center council, reached out and quickly flicked open all the buttons on her shirt to her waist. With her top open I was able to Alanya Yeni Escort pull it wide, exposing her entire bra and cleavage.

“When I ask to see you bra, I expect more than a tease. Do you understand?”

She was too surprised to respond.

I was still leaning toward her. Using my fingers, I traced along her cleavage from her chest to bra. Her tits were large, milky white and very full.

“How long has it been since a man, other than your husband has touched your tits?

Barb gulped and admitted, “Over twenty-five years.”

I spent the next few minutes silently tracing my fingers over her breasts.

“Do your panties match your bra?”

Barb nodded and said, “I always match.”

“Show me,” were my next instructions.

Barb started to pull at the side of her slacks, but quickly remembered what had happened when I asked to see her bra.

She unbuckled her belt, popped open the buttons, slid down the zipper, lifted off the seat and with two hands, pushed at her waist band, until the pants slid over her hips. She sat back down with her pants hanging at her knees.

Moving from her breasts, I rubbed my fingers across her stomach and over the strings of her thong. I traced down one leg and up the other.

“You’re excited?”

“Yes. Very,” she admitted.

“I can smell your excitement. “

“Oh Jesus,” was her answer.

“Open your bra.”

Barb reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra. Without being instructed, she lifted the cups and exposed her tits. They only sagged a couple of inches. Her tits looked great and were topped with two large and erect nipples.

When I pinched her right nipple, Barb grunted.

“I think you told me that you get turned on, when your nipples are pinched,” I observed.

I pinched her left nipple and she grunted again.

Using her right nipple as a handle, I lifted her tit and shook it.

“OOOHhhhhhh! Owwweeeeee!!!”

I whispered into Barbs ear, “Loss the thong!”

In seconds, it joined her slacks at her knees.

Her knees were slightly spread and her full bush was on display. My left hand continued to pinch her nipples, moving back and forth between them. My right hand slipped between her thighs and traced along an absolutely soaked pussy.

“Before we meet the next time, you’ll shave your pussy bare. Do you understand?”

“Yes! Yes! I’ll shave for you!”

My middle finger entered her tight steaming pussy, as I pinched a nipple even harder. I slid it in and out before adding a second finger and then a third.

Barb was sitting in the front seat humping her married cunt into my hand.

“Play with your clit. Make yourself cum.”

Like a rocket, Barbs right hand attached her clit, as I pinched her nipples and sawed three fingers into her hole.

“So good! So good! Sooooo fucking gooooooood!!!”

I let go of Barbs tit and let her thrash through a hard and intense cum. She groaned when my digits popped out.

Barb smiled shyly. “I can’t believe I’m doing these things!”

“Do you want to stop?”

“I don’t want to ever stop, but I’d prefer some place a little more private!”

“I agree. Please get dressed.”

Barb quickly fastened her bra and buttoned her blouse. She pulled up her thong and then her pants and after tucking herself in, fastened the belt.

My fingers were covered with Barbs pussy juice. I held my hand to her face and told her, “Clean my hand”. I was trying to push Barb and make her uncomfortable, but she surprised me and attacked my fingers, cleaning each digit.

When she was done, she asked, “When can we meet again?”

“I think you told me, your husband leaves for work very early?”

She answered, “Yes. He leaves at 4:30 every morning.”

“And you don’t need to be at work until 9am?”

“That’s right.”

“I’ll find a place for us to meet on Thursday morning and email you the location. You might want to tell your boss, you may be a little late.”

Barb nodded and asked, “I thought you would make me … ummmm … do things to you?

Smiling back, I said, “Do you mean, suck my cock?”

She nodded.

I definitely would have had Barb suck me off and more probably would have fucked her face, but realizing I had a date, later that evening with Deb, I wanted to save my cum.

I simply told Barb, “I’ll take what I want on Thursday morning!”

Later that evening, I was at TGIF’s, sitting at a small high bar table. I had a good view across the bar. At exactly 8pm, Deb walked in. She was young and cute. Her dark hair hung to her shoulders. She had a slim, athletic, petite body, covered in a brown paisley knee length sun dress.

I watched as she first looked at the people sitting around the bar. Next she looked table to table, until our eyes locked. Deb smiled and walked to me. I stood as she approached, shook her out-stretched hand and kissed her cheek.

“Thanks for meeting me.”

Deb smiled and answered, “I’ve been looking forward to meeting all day.”

The waitress approached, as we took our seats and Deb ordered a Margareta. Just like my date, earlier in the day, Deb and I chatted. She told me about her life and I shared my made-up biography. We decided to have dinner and instead of moving into the dining room section, stayed at our table.

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My head felt thick, like maybe someone had stuffed it with cotton then wrapped a tight strap around the middle. It was uncomfortable, but it didn’t quite qualify as painful. Also, it was dark–pitch black, actually–and for some reason my eyelids wouldn’t open no matter how hard I strained.

More awake now, I realized that there really was something tied tightly around my head, which is the reason why I couldn’t open my eyes. I tried to bring my hand to my face, to pry it off, but I couldn’t. Something had my wrist, both wrists actually, holding them in place over my head. Panicked now, I tried to sit up. My ankles were also secured. I felt something soft–my bed–under my hips, but I was effectively immobile, restrained spread eagle.

“Cathy!” I yelled. “Cathy, are you okay? Cathy, where are you!?!” I called frantically.

Try as I might, I couldn’t remember how I got like this. I thrashed and pulled at my bonds, but they were hard, unyielding. The bed, a solid wood four poster monstrosity that Cathy had picked up at an estate sale years ago, barely moved despite the fact that I weighed over 200 pounds and was in decent shape. A cool hand covered my mouth.

“Calm down, sweetie, it’s alright,” I heard my wife’s lilting voice sing into my ear. “If you keep it up, the neighbors will talk.”

I fell back against the bed, chest heaving. “Cathy, what’s going on?”

She chuckled. “Nothing, honey. Why do you ask?”

I flexed my arm, pulling against whatever was holding my wrist. “I’m not sure, but I don’t think I went to sleep pinned to the bedposts.”

“Oh those,” she giggled. “Happy Father’s Day,” she called, her voice trailing away.

Where was she going? I strained to listen, heard her footsteps leave the room. Cabinets opened and closed, drawers slammed shut, and by the time she returned I’d managed to slow my breathing, but I wasn’t exactly calm.

“Honey, where are the kids?” I asked, my voice shaking.

“At my parents’. They picked them up earlier.”

“Earlier? What time is it?” I asked, puzzled.

“Almost 1:00 in the afternoon,” she said, and a cork popped nearby.

1:00 in the afternoon? How the hell had I slept until 1:00 in the afternoon? On a good day I was up at 7:00am, on a bad one 8:30am.

“I guess those Tylenol PM were stronger than we thought, Alanya Ukraynalı Escort huh?” she asked, anticipating my question. “Good thing, too, otherwise I have no idea how I was going to get your present ready.”

I’d come home sore last night and she’d suggested that I take something a little stronger. She even drew me a bath, and between that and the pills I was falling asleep walking to bed.

Cathy and I had been married 12 years this May. We had two children, a boy, 4, and a girl, 8. Before the kids we’d been as adventurous as any other couple, but things had definitely gotten stagnant after we became parents. Apparently, Cathy had decided it was time to change that.

She traced a finger over my lips, running it along the edges, letting it travel down my chin, along my neck, across my chest. She made slow, lazy circles around my nipples, tangling her finger in my chest hair, flicking my nipple hard enough that I winced. My cock was throbbing now, rock hard.

Her hand continued down, moving over my stomach, settling on my balls. She squeezed and tugged and I tried to press myself against her. She laughed softly but continued, fondling, massaging, until I was leaking precum.

When she let go it felt like I’d been slapped. I lifted my head, hoping to at least hear where she’d gone. About to call out I felt her settle on me, her legs straddling my waist.

She was naked, and she was turned on. Her crotch was moist already, and as she slid down to settle against my shaft I could feel her heat. She teased me; there was no way I could enter her without her putting me inside. Laying there, her body covering me, she kissed me deeply, letting her pussy press against my cock while her tongue snaked inside my mouth.

I sucked hard on her tongue, trying to urge her to mount me, but she held the kiss for an impossibly long time. When she finally broke it, instead of moving down and letting me enter her she moved up, dragging her now dripping pussy over my body. She continued to move up until she was over my face, the juice from her pussy dripping onto my lips.

“Come on, Keith,” she coaxed. “Make it worth my while.”

Like she really had to ask. I loved the taste of her, could lick between her legs for hours. Maybe part of it was psychological. Cathy was a redhead–a strawberry blonde really–and I swear her pussy juice was a sweet as fruit and as thick as honey.

When she was like this, and it had been a long time since she last was, she literally flowed like someone had turned on a faucet; it was amazing. She juiced constantly, soaking the chair, the bed, whatever clothes she might be wearing.

She lowered herself onto my face and I felt the warmth of her pussy on my lips and chin. Her fine, wispy pubic hair was matted to her pussy lips and her thighs felt hard and muscular on either side of my face. Obediently I let slither out, taking a long, slow lick along the length Alanya Üniversiteli Escort of her slit. I was rewarded for my efforts with a long contented sigh. I licked harder, forcing my tongue between her lips; she pressed against it, trying to mount it.

She spread her legs wider and grabbed my head, pressing her wet spreading pussy harder against my mouth. Restrained like this I was totally under her control, able only to do what she let me. I sucked greedily, drinking her, my cock stiffening painfully as I was bathed in her smell and her liquid. I worked my jaw until I was able to trap her swollen pussy lip between my teeth and chewed gently. She squealed lustily and ground harder against me.

This total lack of personal control was a huge turn on for me. I’m a big man–6’2″, 225 lbs–and I’m not what you’d call a suit and tie. I own my own construction company, specialize in additions and decks, and I still get my hands dirty. The fact that I could barely move and couldn’t see anything had me so hard that I’m surprised I hadn’t shot yet.

I was so lost in the action that it took me a moment to realize that there was a hand on my cock. I froze. I could feel Kathy’s feet pressed against my torso, knew there was no way that she could grab my cock in the position she was in. I tried to speak but my mouth was full of pussy.

“Careful, Keith,” she murmured. “We don’t want you to get hurt.”

We? Whose we? The hand on my cock pumped my shaft several times and I relaxed. My mind raced; who else was here? Whoever it was knew what they were doing. Fingers danced along my cock until I was moaning into Cathy’s pussy, my balls tightening painfully under the steady manipulation. I licked and sucked Cathy harder, struggling to make her feel as good as I felt.

I froze again when I felt something hard move against the underside of my sac. It was flat and wide, and the person between my legs was moving it slowly, carefully. There was something familiar about the motion; I couldn’t help thinking that I should recognize it, even though I was certain that it was out of place.

Oh shit! It struck me–I knew what it was feeling was. I was being shaved! While my wife rode my face, some one had a razor down at my crotch. Sweat broke out on my forehead as I tried to spread my legs, give them all the room they needed. I softened slightly and they stopped, fondling me until I was hard and throbbing again.

I suppose I was as hairy as the next guy–not so much that I looked like a walking rug, but enough to tell that I’d been through puberty. I had a “goodie trail”; you know, that line of hair that starts at the belly button and ends at the cock. My pubic hair was dark and coarse, much stiffer than the hair on my face or even on my head, but whoever was shaving me seemed to know what they were doing. I hardly felt a thing.

Kathy finally crawled off my face and I gasped, overwhelmed by the sudden Alanya Vip Escort rush of air. I felt abandoned, despite the almost mechanical scraping between my legs that reinforced that I definitely wasn’t alone.

I heard Cathy giggle, then she took my nipple between her lips and sucked hungrily. My nipples had always been my most sensitive spot. I arched my back, remembering that her pussy had dragged across my chest and realizing that she had to be tasting herself. I was sure there was now a generous amount of precum mixing with the shaving cream.

Apparently I also had hair on my shaft because I felt the razor make its way over that as well. If I could have gathered my thoughts I would have been trembling with fear at the thought of a blade being so close, but Cathy increased her assault on my chest and I was too busy focusing on the explosions that were buffeting my loins, starting from my nipples, pebble-sized and throbbing, and radiating down through my crotch. I felt like a spectator in all this, unable to control my responses or my reactions.

Suddenly I was alone, no one touching me anywhere, my cock shaking painfully when I moved.

“Please,” I begged. “Don’t leave me like this!”

I heard muted laughter. I strained against the shackles, arching my back, longing for a touch. I thrust my hips in the air hoping to make contact with someone.

Finally I felt small, strong hands press my hips against the bed. They were definitely not my wife’s; Cathy was closer to my size, with large hands and a gentle touch that could make me melt in minutes. These hands felt daintier but yet more insistent, more urgent.

I felt lips brush my sac, latching on and sucking my balls into a hot, tight mouth. I bucked; something made the breath warm, the touch electric. Freshly shaved, my balls tingled in the mouth, gradual at first but increasingly getting stronger. As I was sucked and licked I began to pant, my cock twitching uncontrollably.

The mouth kissed its way up my shaft until it had my cock head trapped between its lips. Sucking in hard small teeth grazed the tip, and a hand grabbed my balls and squeezed. I spread my legs and moaned, unable to form words or beg for release. The person must have been able to feel how close I was because all contact was broken abruptly, leaving me sputtering on the bed.

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Markus Haverhill was a man used to getting what he wanted.

He was the son of Leonard Haverhill, founder of Haverhill Enterprises. He was heir to a multi-billion dollar fortune. On top of that, he happened to be a six-foot-two, 200-pound, black-haired, blue-eyed Caucasian male in his late twenties. He had it all. He lived in a million-dollar mansion in Los Angeles. He drove very cool cars. He had a Ford, a Lincoln, a Toyota, a Jeep, a Porsche and an SUV. All of them the best in automobile finery.

Currently, Mark Haverhill was in Beverly Hills. He was at some party that some socialite was throwing. He hated these things. They were boring. He was right there when someone caught his attention.

A tall woman with long black hair and pale green eyes. She looked like she could be a centerfold. He approached her. Her name was Julia Anderson. She was some feminist author. Mark liked feminists. They were the most wicked bitches in the world. They said that they stood for the rights of women but they were basically after power and privilege just like everybody else on planet Earth. Some truly wanted to help women. Others were man-hating freaks and most were hypocrites.

He liked taking them to his bed. Nothing like Alanya Zenci Escort making a woman change a firm “no” to “yes” and “oh yes”. He smiled to himself as he approached her. She was a model. She was also an aspiring actress. He had seen the type many times. He knew just what to say to get her into bed and after talking to her for one hour, he had convinced her to show him her apartment.

That’s exactly where they went.

Mark sat on the couch. He watched Julia undress. She started to undress and moved about sexily. She undulated before him and took off her clothes, revealing a sexy body. She had full breasts, a slim waist and a nice, tight-looking butt. She was one sexy lady. He smiled and she returned his smile and looked at him provocatively.

She came to him. He kissed her and started to caress her body. She didn’t want to wait and went straight for his dick. She took his cock into her mouth and started to suck the life out of him. She was sucking his cock and licking his balls. Her tongue ventured into his ass as she pumped up his cock with her hand. She sucked him until he came inside her mouth. She drank his cum, not spilling a single drop. He took her into his arms and lifted Alanya Manken Escort her off the ground. Laughing, he carried her to bed while she pretended to struggle. He threw her on the bed and she tried to evade him. His irresistible and strong arms dragged her back to him. She lay on her back, legs spread and smiling invitingly. He took her like this, entering her pussy slowly. He started to really give it to her, slamming his cock deep inside her. She screamed as he fucked her, hard. He held her by the hips and roared like an animal as he fucked her. She wrapped her legs behind him and he thrust deep into her. Her pussy is so warm and tight that he can’t resist for much longer. He cums, shooting his load deep inside her. After sex, she came into his arms and they went to sleep.

When Julia woke up the next morning, Mark was already dressed.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“Out.” he told her.

“Can I see you again?”

Mark looked at her. Was she stupid or what?

“Look, lady. We did our thing. It was cool. Don’t think that makes us an item or something.”

He left.

Mark headed out of the apartment. He was pleased with himself. He had gotten himself Alanya Anal Escort some new pussy and made some money. He didn’t have much to do so he wanted to look for some new pussy. He hoped that maybe next time he would meet a real challenge. He was driving on Hollywood boulevard when he saw a statuesque black female walk by. She was bootylicious. He smiled to himself and changed directions. This was gonna be good…..There was nothing like the thrill of the chase. You are a predator hunting the most dangerous and elusive of prey. A woman. It’s a thrill. It has been since the beginning of time. The women of today act as if they are no longer bound by biology. The fact is, most women are attracted to men and most men are attracted to women. That’s basic biology. It has been this way since forever. Religion, social rules and ideologies like chivalry or feminism only complicated things. The women of today are frivolous. The “sisterhood” they boast about doesn’t stop them from backstabbing their best friend in a way that no man ever would. Chicks are worse than guys. Ten times worse. The sensitivity stuff is bullshit.

You may call any man who speaks the truth a misogynist but it is proven that many women are misandrists and they abuse power when they have it and don’t respect the rights of others unless compelled to do so.

This guy was gonna enjoy himself. Some guys liked men. Many guys liked both men and women. Our don juan was part of the group that chased women exclusively.

And he was gonna remain that way.

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My Sister’s Visit

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A fictional embellishment, spun off from the story “Accepting The Offer.”

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My dad was wrapping up a phone call as I walked into the kitchen.

“Who was that?” I asked as I opened the fridge for the milk.

“Your sister. She’s coming up to the house for a few days,” he replied, looking over the edge of his bifocals as he gathered his newspapers from the kitchen table.

“Oh,” I replied flatly, pouring myself a cup of coffee. “When’s she getting in?” I leaned against the counter, the coolness of the stone top sending a jolt through my bare ass as I brought the mug to my lips.

“She should be here later in the afternoon.” And with that, he adjourned outside to one of the pool chaises. Straddling the lounge, he set the paper between his legs and sat, his dark walnut skin a distinct contrast to the weathered white vinyl straps. He reclined to read, the newspaper obscuring his torso; all one could see were his legs and, between, his flaccid penis and relaxed, stretched scrotum.

“Fuck,” I muttered, disgruntled.

It’s not that I didn’t like my sister; it’s that I wasn’t particularly close to her. A product of my dad’s first marriage, my sister is 15 years older than I, so by the time I had any cognizance, she was already off at college followed by a move to another city to pursue her career. So Stephanie—like her brother George, who’s 2 years her junior—is more like a distant cousin that I saw at major holidays than a sibling. She is nice and we get along, but there was no denying that her visit would severely curb my ability to go nude around the house.

Still, I had the opportunity to enjoy the day nude, even if it was to do chores around the house and around the property for my dad. With the house up and in from the road and surrounded by tall foliage, we could enjoy much of the property naked. Wearing little more than sandals and sunscreen, I set out pruning and watering and tackling other to-dos.

Once the daily duties were completed, I treated myself to a dip in the pool. The cool water surrounding me, caressing every inch of my skin was invigorating. But the clock on the wall suggested that my sister would be arriving, so I retired to my room for a shower.

I lay on the bed nude, letting my room’s opened louvered windows and ceiling fan dry me, acutely aware of my cock and tesicles hanging between my wide spread thighs. The sun waning, I heard the faint crunch of tires on our driveway. Stephanie was here. With a perturbed exhale I rose and slipped on boardshorts and a t-shirt to greet her.

I joined my dad in the living room. I found it odd that he chose to stay naked, but I thought: his house, his daughter, his rules.

“Well, hello, Sweetie. So good. To see. You,” she punctuated her honey-spun drawl as she hugged me in the doorway. Transplanted to the South, she called everybody “Sweetie.”

“Daddy!” She called as she strode to our dad offering an equally sumptuous embrace.

I brought her bags from the car as the two of them caught up. I was pleasantly surprised that she picked up food; it saved me the trouble of having to either whip something up from the not-much in the pantry, or we’d all have to go out. I guess two men in a house on their own portends certain expectations.

We dined at the kitchen’s small glass table as the sun sank. I cleared while my dad and sister chatted, but as both smoke like chimneys, I soon excused myself, not only to escape the smoke, but to rid myself of my clothes and address my surging horniness.

My door had no sooner struck the jamb that I was stripping down. I retrieved the collection of magazines my dad gifted me from my bureau and settled on my bed. I could feel my cock lengthen and thicken with each pound of my heart that beat thunderously in my chest. I relished the sensation of it thickening as I watched it lurch forward as it was flooded with aroused blood. Though long familiar, I drank in the photos and lingered in the stories within the pages. My eyes widen as I feasted on the beautiful, seductively nude women splayed and displayed before me. My mouth went dry; I licked my lips. My cock dispelled its first bead of precum that crept teasingly down my cock to my scrotum; I felt my balls tighten as the cool serum rolled over the Alanya Suriyeli Escort folds of my sac.

I glided my finger along the underside of my shaft, expelling more precum from the tip. I caught the essence on my fingertips and used it as an unguent as I caressed. I settled in on one of my favorite photo sets. My breathing shallowed. I felt the familiar roiling deep within my groin. My orgasm and ejaculation were urging. I rose on my haunches, thrusting my cock toward the erotic beauty on the page beneath. My cock, thick and heavy and solid, hovered above the model’s open, welcoming pussy and her taut nipples. My breath accelerated. I slid my left hand down my chest, sparking my nipple as it went, over my belly to ultimately cup my contracting scrotum as my right slid along my distended cock. I stopped a teased the bloated head of my cock, delaying the ecstasy that was charging toward its zenith.

“Hey Sweetie?” I heard my sister’s voice outside my door. The erotic spell shattered.

“Yeah?” I called back, trying to steady the quaver in my voice.

“Can you help me for a minute?”

“Uh…yeah. Can you give me a couple of minutes?”

“Can you come now?”

“Ugh, not anymore,” I muttered in frustration under my breath. “Uh, yeah. OK. Hold on,” I called.

I released my cock. I took a deep breath to calm myself as I wiped the syrup of precum from my hand onto my hip. I stepped from the bed, my cock bouncing luridly from my groin, and donned the largest beach towel I could find. Able to wrap it around me twice, the fabric’s bulk did help to conceal my erection, but it constricted my walking.

I shuffled to the door. “Coming!” I said, the irony playing in my head.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Sweetie, but the lights in my room burnt out, and I don’t know where the bulbs are.”

I froze in my tracks when I opened the door: my sister was standing before me fully nude. It was hard to see her features in the dim glow of the courtyard lights, but there was no mistaking the fullness of her breasts capped by her delicate nipples, her subtle curves, and the unruly thicket of pubic hair that dressed her mound.

“Why are you naked?” I asked, gulping.

“Daddy said that when Anne”—my mom—”isn’t around, you two go naked at the house. And since that’s how I grew up too, I figured I could slip back to my old familiar ways,” she said, adding flare to her statement by raising her hands above her head and jutting her left hip out playfully. She paused. “I’m surprised you’re in a towel.”

“Yeah, well…,” I demurred. “Didn’t seem appropriate to come to the door…you know…”

“Ah! Well, you can get rid of it if you want. It’s just me,” she reassured, patting me on the arm.

“Uh, it’s ok. Let’s change your bulbs.”

Challenged by the wrap, I shambled along behind my sister to the kitchen. As we entered I stared at the rich, soft curves of her fulgent creme ass, and the slight contours of her waist. Though my sister, my cock couldn’t refrain from reacting to her, swelling and yearning against the towel’s tight wrap. Luckily she didn’t notice the bulge; precum drooled down my left thigh.

“How do you know it was the bulbs?”

“They both popped when I flicked on the switch,” she explained. I fought to look into her eyes, striving to project a quotidian nonchalance to her nudity, yet I thirsted, shamefully, to see as much of her body as I could. Her breasts, her areolae, her nipples, her belly, her lithe hips, her smooth skin, her robust bush.

Though my sister, she was a naked woman. And I was horny 18-year-old guy whose masturbation was interrupted and orgasm incinerated.

“Hup! Yeah, it’s the bulbs then.”

Gripping the towel tightly in my left hand, I retrieved two bulbs from the storage cabinet. Mummified in the towel, I followed her to the guest room, my eyes fixed on the sway of her hips and the jiggle of her ass. My cock battled against its containment; more precum drooled.

I flipped the switch a couple of times in the doorway. The lights in the overhead fan were definitely out.

I made my way to the bed. Like a sea lion trying to mount a rock, I flopped and squirmed my way onto the mattress and uneasily stood.

“Why don’t you just drop the Alanya Türbanlı Escort towel?” My sister asked befuddled.

“Uh, no. It’s ok. I got it,” I said confidently.

I strove to unscrew the first dead bulb. The ceiling fan swayed. I lifted my left hand to steady it, but I felt the towel start to give way. I quickly grabbed it.

Exasperated, my sister said, “Oh, just drop the towel already,” and yanked it from me. My cock jutted from my body. I was far from fully hard, but perceptibly engorged enough to show signs of arousal.

“Oh!” My sister guffawed.

“What the fu—?!” I truncated the word as I realized that I had never cursed in front of my sister before. I tried to spin my inflamed cock out of view by rotating my hips.

Annoyed and embarrassed, I replaced the first bulb. It sparked to life, bathing us in unapologetic light. What was muted in the ambient light from the closet and bathroom was now in sharp focus. I looked as she did at my beleaguered cock, pulsing with the beat of my heart in frustrated shades of red and purple. A crystalline strand of precum linked the tip of my cock to my thigh. I was mortified. I hurriedly sought the bulbs on the mattress, hoping that squatting would shield my imprudent appendage behind my thighs.

“I’m sorry, Sweetie,” my sister intoned. “I had no idea. Were you…when I knocked?”

I rose silently, quieted by a powerful concoction of fear, embarrassment, shame, anger. I was at a loss for words. What do I say? ‘Yeah, sis, I was jerking off and just about to cum’? I glared bitterly.

“I’m so sorry,” she continued.

“It’s OK. Don’t worry about it. Forget it,” I reassured curtly, trying to get out of this awkward conversation. I stretched in the operation of replacing the second bulb. Elongating my body I’m certain only made my cock jut further, amplifying my predicament.

“I’m sorry,” she continued. She reached out and caressed my hip. I’m certain she intended her touch to soothe, but as raw as I was, her soft stroke triggered something in me. Electricity shot through my body. My cock jolted sharply, then quivered.

“Whoops!” I heard her say as I screwed in the second bulb. I froze.

“What?!”

“You’re dribblin’, Sweetie.” I looked down. My sister grabbed the towel and cupped it beneath the tip of cock. My body belched forth a sludge of thick white semen that pooled pitifully but obviously on the dark blue terry. Ice coursed through my veins. I felt queasy.

“WHA’?! Oh my gaw! I, uh,” I sputtered and turned away. I hopped off the far side of the bed. My cock whipped a strand of cum onto my right thigh as I landed.

“Ok, you’re set.” I blurted as I scurried. I just wanted to get out of there.

“Hey!” My sister barked. “Calm down. Come here,” she called me over.

Putting her hands on my shoulders, she looked into my eyes. “You’ve nothing to be embarrassed about,” she reassured me.

I rolled my eyes, “Yeah, uh huh, OK.” I looked everywhere but at her.

“I’m serious. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. OK?”

I settled and looked in her eyes.

“If anyone should be apologizing, it’s me. When you said you needed a minute, it should have occurred to me. I did grow up with a younger brother, after all,” she said, graciously. We both chuckled uncomfortably, but it defused the tension.

“Ha! Yeah, well…,” was all I could think to say.

“Bad timing?” My sister sought.

“What’s that phrase my mom likes – ‘in the short strokes?'”

“Oh-wuh!” She said, striving to sympathize with my plight. “OK, well that explains it.”

I dropped my shoulders uncomfortably, adding a sarcastic, “Thanks.”

“Hey. Stop. I’m not upset so I don’t know why you are,” my sister added. I could feel my eyes well. “So you dribbled a little. So what? You can’t control that.”

“Yeah, but still…” ‘Why is she belaboring this?’ I thought to myself.

“Oh, ‘but still’ what?” she confronted me.

“But still, I just dribbled cum in front of my sister. That’s super embarrassing and weird,” I protested.

“It’s only weird and embarrassing because you’re letting it be. It doesn’t bother me, so don’t let it freak you out, OK?” I nodded with a heavy reluctance. “I should let you get back Alanya Ucuz Escort to bed. But make me one promise.”

“Uh, OK,” I hemmed.

“Don’t feel you can’t go nude around me. I want you to feel comfortable in your own house. Daddy told me how much you seem to enjoy it, and I don’t want to cause you to change, so don’t let me stop you, OK?”

“OK.”

“And,” she continued, sliding her hands down my arms, grasping me just above the elbows, “stop being freaked out. It’s natural. And it’s not like it’s the first time I’ve ever seen it. It’s just your body doin’ what it does. Positively nothing to be ashamed of. OK?”

“OK.”

“I guess that’s two promises, isn’t it?” She said with a sparkle in her eye. We chuckled lightly. My spirit lightened. I saw my sister in a new light. But the new perspective unleashed a flood of adrenaline. I caught my sister’s full breasts in my periphery, her rich areolae and the dainty jut of her nipples. She was naked. I was naked. I felt her touch on my arms, and my body reacted accordingly. Despite my disquiet, my erection surged.

For whatever reason, my sister looked down. “OK, time to go,” she mused, patting me on the hip. My cock swayed. Returning her gaze to me she said, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Let me just grab the bulbs,” I said, motioning toward the bed, my cock pointing unapologetically, indecently at her abdomen.

“Oh, leave ’em, Sweetie. I’ll take care of them.”

“OK,” I said, swinging the towel over my shoulder. As I turned for the door, I paused. “Hey, Steph? Thanks for understanding.” I took a deep breath. “I appreciate it.”

“Aw, of course, Sweetie. You’re welcome,” she replied sweetly and stretched out her arms. “C’mere and give me a hug.”

I turned back and approached, my eyes drinking in the elongated contours of her breasts as she stretched her arms. I leaned in to just touch shoulders, but she pulled me close, pressing her body tightly to mine. While she ran her left hand up and down my back comfortingly, my hypersensitized cock slid along her right hip. Though she was rubbing my back, she also swiveled faintly, her hip gliding fore and back along the side of my yearning shaft. I breathed deep as I embraced her, trying to calm my nerves. But the feel of her skin, the press of her breasts against my chest and the tickle of her pubic hair on my right thigh short-circuited me. I could feel those familiar stirrings. The muscles in my groin bore down like a clenched fist. My balls tightened and my cock surged. She released me, but it was too late. The final swipe of her hip along my length, especially when it grazed the tumescent ridge of my glans, set me off. I felt the skin of my face tighten. I clutched her left hip, closed my eyes and whispered a reluctant, “oh shit, sorry!” through gritted teeth.

“It’s OK,” she soothed, continuing to rub my back.

My orgasm was seismic. My cock erupted, jettisoning my pent up semen. I succumbed to my ecstasy; overwhelmed, I froze in place. Too disgraced to look at her, I looked straight down. The first pulse gushed a rope of cum that landed on the floor, with some splashing on my sister’s waist. The second stream hit the floor with a pronounced splat. I could see my sister’s hip and thigh and pelvis and navel and bush as my cock jolted rhythmically but uncontrollably in ejaculation. As I emerged from the orgasmic delirium, I whipped the towel from my shoulder and wrapped it around my impolite, spasming penis, feeling the waning pulses and capturing the latter spoutings of semen. Through this whole unfortunate episode of abandon, my sister kept rubbing my back.

“Oh, shit, oh shit, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I apologized in panic as my orgasm concluded.

“It’s OK, Sweetie,” she strove to assure me. “Don’t be sorry. Boys’ bodies do that. No need to be sorry,” she reassured me with a warm smile as she stroked my right arm. I yanked the towel from my cock and stooped to sop my spilled seed from the floor.

“May I…?” She asked, motioning to the towel.

“Huh?” I asked. Then, noticing the dollop of cum just above her hip, I said, “Oh…yeah…here,” and handed her the towel. I’m certain I was as dark a red as the towel was a blue.

I stood and looked at her. Though deflated, my cock still felt heavy as it arced down over my relaxing scrotum; a drop of cum struck my left foot. “I should, uh…good night.”

“Good night, Sweetie,” she said, hugging me again. “Sleep well and I will see you in the morning,” she said, her voice tinged with coyness. I exited and she smacked my ass playfully as she shut her door.

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Fantasy By The Fire

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We arrived at the cabin around 8 p.m., after a long workweek. We quickly unpacked our bags, and sat down. You said, “Whew. What a week. Could sure use a massage.”

I told you to just sit there and relax for a moment, while I got something ready for your massage. I started a fire in the fireplace, dimmed the lights, and went to get a bottle of flavored oil out of my bag. Then, I went into the kitchen to get some glasses for champagne. I came back into the room, got an afghan and placed it on the floor. Then, I took the champagne and poured some into the glasses. I then got up, forgetting to get the chocolate covered strawberries out of the fridge. Then I came back in the room, and sat down next to you.

I took a strawberry, and fed it to you slowly. Then, I took a glass of champagne, and handed it to you, then took my own. We made a toast to a nice weekend, and drank. Then I looked into your eyes, and we kissed nice and slow….letting our lips part naturally, and softly sighing into the nice, warm kiss.

My hand was on your chest, and I could tell your heart started to beat faster. I kissed you harder, and then sat back and told you to remove your clothes, and lay down on the blanket by the fire. After you did that, I gave you a blindfold, and told you to put it on. Then, I lightly tied your hands together with a silk ribbon, not tight, but loosely, and told you to lay down on your stomach and not to move unless I directed you and that you couldn’t touch me unless I let you.

You did as told, and heard some rustling noises (me taking off my clothes). Then you felt the warmth of my lightly oiled Alanya Olgun Escort hands on your shoulders. Rubbing you slowly, gently, as I kissed your cheek. I heard you sigh and moan….relaxing instantly.

I massaged my way down your shoulder blades in nice circular motions. My hands kneading softly down your lower back…..and kneading your firm ass. My hands moved lower to caress your thighs and balls…and then each calf, and then your feet. Then I went back to your shoulders and massaged you all over again the same way.

You started to squirm a little around your waist. I could tell you were getting hard. I told you to turn over on your back. You did, and I started to massage the front of your shoulders, and your pecs. Rubbing your nipples as they got hard. As I did that, I leaned down and started to kiss you. Softly just on your lips, then your cheeks, then nose, and forehead. Then I nibbled on each ear lobe, as my hands massaged your pecs and abs. You felt my tits against your cock, and I felt your throbbing cock bat back and forth against them. Straining itself to get in between them.

I started to move my hands down your belly button, then down around your cock, but not touching it. I massaged your balls, the inner thighs, then your legs and feet again. Then, I told you to get on your stomach again. Once you were back on it, I started to “massage” your back and shoulders with my tongue and mouth. Exploring your firm muscles with my tongue. Tasting the coconut oil, mixed with your masculine scent. I let my mouth kiss, suck and nibble on your flesh. My mouth and tongue Alanya Otele Gelen Escort massaging your shoulder blades, then your lower back. My left hand moved around you to start caressing your cock slowly.

My mouth moved to your ass cheeks. I licked circles slowly around each one. Then slowly ran my tongue up and down your nice crack for a long time. I could feel you squirm, and your cock was rock hard in my hand. I spread your cheeks with my mouth and started to tongue fuck your sweet ass while pumping your nice stiffy cock in my hand.

You started to pump back and forth, fucking my hand. So, I stopped touching it, and moved my mouth down to your balls. I licked and kissed your balls, and the nice sensitive area between your sweet ass and thick balls. Lightly grazing my teeth around it. Then I licked and kissed your thigh backs, and calves…down to your feet. I licked the soles, and lightly sucked each toe slowly like little cocks.

You begged to touch me, and fuck me but I wanted you to wait……it wasn’t time yet. I told you to turn on your back. You quickly did so! I started to kiss your chest and neck. Then I took each nipple in my mouth, licking and sucking your nipples….making you moan loudly. Then I kissed my way to your belly button and darted my tongue in and around it. My tits again flirting with your cock.

Then you felt my chin against your cock as I held the base. My lips grazed the head as I started to take it into my hungry mouth. I sucked the head nice and slow…my lips making circles around the engorged cock head. My tongue flicked in Alanya Rus Escort and out of the tip, seeking sweet delicious cum. Hungry to have my man’s cum inside me. I started to suck your cock all the way…..slowly at first, but then fast and furious. The sounds of my sucking making you start to hump my mouth.

I sucked for a long time while my hands held your ass, and my tits had your full balls in my tits. Then I stopped and straddled your cock, taking it deep inside me. I started to rock back and forth. Riding you slowly. I bent and put my 54-DD tits into your mouth. Feeling you suck hungrily at my tits….making me moan outloud.

I removed your blind fold and untied your hands. As we looked into each other’s eyes, we kissed hard and long. Bucking wildly as your cock was deep inside my hot, wet cunt. As I sat back up, your hands held onto my tits as we fucked.

Then I pulled you ontop of me. My legs spread wide so that you can fuck me deep and long. You fucked me fast and rough, looking me deep in the eyes. I told you to do it harder, and fuck me and make me yours. Then you straddled my tits, and shoved your cock deep between them. As your cock poked out of my tits, I sucked fast and hard on your cock head! God, how I wanted your cum. You had your fingers deep in my pussy, working my clit. Then you turned and we 69’d. You eating my hot pussy, while I sucked that hot cock.

I could tell you were about to cum, so I clenched my pussy around your hot fingers, and we came together. You shot your hot load down my throat, and I sucked and swallowed hard. Feeling the sticky, sweet cum and wanting it more and more. After we were done, you laid on top of me for a long time. We kissed and tasted each other’s cum. Then after a short nap while still entwined, you asked for another massage………saying that you had a “very tight muscle” that needed work. We spent the rest of that weekend with intense physical therapy.

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My Sister in Law Jean Pt. 01

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This is a true story. The names have been changed but the facts have not. A sordid tale of sister and brother in laws.

***

It was Christmas Eve, 1997. The entire family was at our house, kids, grandparents, my wife’s brother and his wife and kids. We were all sitting in the kitchen laughing and drinking. We usually had a good time, and everyone went their own ways. This night was different though. My sister in law was drunk and kept looking at me, winking and even went as far as licking her lips once. I took it as the alcohol speaking and did not think much of it. I excused myself and went up to use the bathroom. I closed the door and started relieving myself. The door opened quietly, and she looked at my cock as I was peeing.

“Get out Jean! What the hell are you doing?” I whispered, hoping no was listening.

“I just wanted to see if your cock was how I imagined it was.” Jean whispered.

“Just get out. This is wrong.” I told her.

She left with a pouty look on her face.

I went down shortly after and found everyone as I had left them. I sat back down and joined back in. My oldest had been standing beside me at the counter and left to go hang out with his friends. Jean quickly took his place. Her thigh was right against me. She was pushing the boundary quick. She dropped a fork and bent over to grab it and slipped a note onto my leg.

“I want to blow you.” The note simply said.

She stood back up and continued like nothing happened. Now she is not a stunning beauty, but rather a curvy gal with thick thighs, a nice plump ass and decent tits. She had short dark hair and always had great fingernails.

I stuffed the note in my pocket and took a drink of my Jack. And then another and another.

20 minutes later I found my hand massaging her calf running it up as high as I could without being seen. She leaned against the counter and I was able to run my hand to her crotch. She was quite warm.

I wondered what she looked like nude. Was she hairy or shaved? What did her ass look like? What did her tits look like? No doubt I was aroused. The rest of the night was rather uneventful other than some hidden Alanya Fetiş Escort petting.

Everyone got coats on and departed for the evening. With the kids gone and me being teased, I was quite horny. My wife and I fucked, and she got off before I came. She is usually not interested but tonight she was. It was kind of nice. I fell asleep and woke the next morning slightly hung over, but I knew everyone was coming back around noon. I was in the kitchen prepping some snacks. My phone buzzed. Not anything unusual, I was always getting work texts.

I opened the text. It was from Jean. “Sorry about last night, I was drunk.”

OK, good. Problem solved. I apologized also for my behavior and I thought that was it.

20 minutes later, I get another from her. “I still want to blow that cock of yours. And I am sober now. You want me to suck your cock?”

What the hell is with her. She can’t be serious. I called her bluff.

“I am headed to the store in 20 minutes. Meet me behind the grocery store by the trees.”

I left about 30 minutes later, grabbed the groceries I needed and drove behind the building. There she was sitting in her SUV.

I pulled up to her and jumped in her car.

“I didn’t think you were coming. I was getting a little worried you left me hanging.” Jean said.

“Did you get laid last night when you got home? You were pretty warm.”

Jean laughed. “I was soaked. My panties needed ringing out. And no, I didn’t get laid. He fell asleep the minute he got into bed.”

“What about you? You fuck the old lady?”

I laughed. “Yeah, I fucked her. But she is not the most confident person in bed. So, nothing exciting.”

“Well let’s get this done, I don’t have a lot of time since I need to be at your house in 2 hours.” The words almost purring out of her mouth.

I reclined the seat and unzipped my pants. Pulling my semi erect cock, I let Jean see it for real for the first time.

She grabbed my cock and started running her hand up and down on my shaft. I quickly reach full length and thickness.

“MMMM, nice cock Tim. Much bigger than my husband.”

I Alanya Gecelik Escort am not the biggest cock in the world but 7.5 inches long and thick is pretty good. It never failed me.

She quickly dropped her mouth on my member and started sucking. Must have been the moment because I was close almost immediately. After about 5 minutes I warned her I needed to cum. She didn’t even miss a beat and I shot into her mouth. She swallowed every drop.

Once I was done, she pulled her mouth from my cock and licked her lips. I zipped up and sat there.

“Get out, we have obligations to get to. Quit sitting there. Your wife will get suspicious.” Jean said.

I zipped up and got in my car and went home.

I got home and my wife greeted me. “Did you get everything you needed?”

“Yep and then some.”

She smiled and said “Good!”

A couple hours later everyone started showing up. I greeted everyone as they came in and took coats. Jean and her family came in. I took their coats.

“Let me help you with those!” jean offered.

She grabbed several and we took them to the upstairs bedroom. We dropped them on the bed, and I turned to leave. She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, grabbing my hands and putting them on her tits. They felt fabulous. Big and firm.

I pulled my hands away and saw her nipples had hardened. I pointed to them and grinned.

She adjusted her bra and hid them a little bit. At least good enough to go back downstairs to family.

After some talk about the kids, we all sat down to eat. I had made a wonderful dinner. Prime rib and the works! It was very good. Everyone was very complimentary.

We all retired to the great room and the kids opened a few last presents. One of the toys required batteries.

Jeans asked her husband, “did you remember the batteries I had on the table?”

He replied, “No, I forgot.”

My son pleaded with me to go get some and I agreed.

“Care if I tag along? I can grab more for our house, so we don’t have to stop on the way home.” Jean insisted.

“Fine with me. Anyone else wanna go?” I asked. Alanya Genç Escort And had to.

No one wanted to go, which was fine with me, as I knew why she was going.

We weren’t 25 feet down the road when she unbuckled and fished my hard cock out quickly sucking my cock. I found a parking lot and pulled into the back, behind a building.

I reached over the top of her and ran my hand into the back of her pants reaching her pussy. She was wet. I also felt a pad.

I pulled my hand out quickly and looked for blood. There was none.

“What’s with the pad?” I asked Jean.

“It is to hide the wetness dumbass. I can’t be there all day looking like I wet my pants. Now get your hand back in my pants!” She purred.

I found my way back in and found her opening. She not only soaked but had a hairy cunt. Don’t get me wrong, if she would have been shaved, I would have been ok. But I prefer a hairy box and she had one.

She popped off my cock and asked if I would fuck her hard and fast.

I said I am dying to and she pulled off her pants and panties and crawled into the back seat of my truck.

I crawled back with my pants down around my ankles and entered her from behind. I fought my cock through her hair to her waiting opening. Quickly finding our groove, we both enjoyed the fucking.

“Mmmmm Tim. Slap my ass and treat me like your slut. Talk dirty to me. Dirtier the better.” Jean moaned.

I spanked her a couple times and slid my thumb into her ass. She clinched with the penetration but didn’t complain. I fucked her hard and was close to cumming.

“I need to cum Jean. I am close.”

She was shaking and having an orgasm. “Don’t cum in me. You can’t. Hubby will know. I promised him we could hump tonight. Please!”

I pulled from her seething cunt and she turned and mouthed my cock. She sucked like an industrial vacuum. Pumping her head up and down.

“Cummmmmmmming Jean, I am cumming!!” I moaned.

I let go and she swallowed every drop. Again.

We dressed and got back in the front. She pulled 36AA batteries from her purse.

“Oh, look. We bought batteries.” She said evilly.

“You naughty slut! This is going to be good. I can’t wait to fuck you properly.”

“Me either. Let’s try this weekend. Can you get away for a few hours?”

I told her that I could, and I would let her know when and where.

“Deal.”

We were back in 30 minutes with batteries in tow.

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My Sister Made Me Ch. 04

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I realize that some people are having issues with Sam’s relationship with the Pastor. As one of the comments on the last chapter said, Mentalcase won’t leave it unresolved. I can assure you that it will be resolved, it’s just going to take a few chapters to get there. My longtime readers can attest that I’m not ever in a hurry to finish a things, and I never rush the story.

I’m not making light of abusive relationships, or people that user their power to coerce those that are in a position below them, no pun intended. If you’re in a position like that, speak up and get help.

My intent isn’t just to turn you on with these stories, but to tell a compelling story as well. I’ve tried writing non-sexual things in the past, but the trouble is they inevitably turn nasty. First and foremost, this is a story about sex. I would have put this in a more suitable section, Nonconsent, but if a story contains Incest in the slightest form, it gets sent to this one.

Please have patience and trust that this story will suitably resolve the Sam story line. She has to grow as a character first, though, so it won’t happen in this chapter. If you dislike this, I encourage you to seek out other works. I don’t let my readers dictate how a story turns out. I have the plan for how it works in my head and I fill in the blanks as I go, but the beginning and end are set in stone.

Thank you again for being loyal readers and fans. You guys are the best therapy that a guy like me could hope for.

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Alex

Alex sighed and looked at the clock. Toni was late again. Their shift was supposed to start at 3:00 on the days they worked, though Toni was seldom there on time. She ran a hand through her hair and tousled it, then sighed as she heard a vehicle pull up.

She walked to the window and slid it open, smiling at the college age guys in the vehicle.

“Damn, baby,” the driver said.

She smiled and waited for the order. “What can I get you?”

She didn’t really notice their obvious stares as she stood waiting in the window, her bikini covering what it could of her. The month that she’d been working there had hardened her to the feeling.

“Well, shit, I’ll take two of you,” he said, winking.

She smiled.

“Can I take a pic?” the guy in the passenger seat asked, peering over.

“After you buy something,” she said, forcing a sweeter smile.

The passenger handed a wad of cash to the driver, who handed it to Alex. Passing the cash over, the young man smiled expectantly as Alex turned and began to prepare their coffee.

The door opened just then and Toni came in.

“Bout fuckin’ time,” Alex said, glancing at the clock.

“Sorry,” Toni said, stripping out of her shirt to reveal the lingerie she was wearing. Alex was in a skimpy bikini, but Toni had chosen something much more revealing.

Stepping over to the window, Toni smiled widely and waved at the two boys.

“Holy shit, there are two of you!” he said, grinning like an idiot.

Toni snickered and nodded. “Identical!” she confirmed, her voice raising as she fell into the sultry temptress.

Alex sighed and turned, handing the coffee over.

“How about that picture?” he asked.

She smiled and nodded, adopting a somewhat provocative pose for them.

Toni rolled her eyes and came up behind her, her hands moving to her twin’s breasts and pulling the cups to the side.

Alex snickered as the two guys whooped and hollered in the truck, clicking away with their phones.

“That was like, 40 dollars they tipped you,” Toni said after they’d driven away. “The least you could do would be show them a little skin.”

“I think you show enough of that for the both of us,” Alex said.

Toni rolled her eyes but didn’t press the point.

“What took so damn long to get here?” Alex asked.

Toni sighed. “I have to walk all the way across campus and still change. I’m not lucky enough to have a class I can leave early from.”

Alex rolled her eyes and sighed.

“It’s not like I was trying to be late, little miss bitchy,” she said, rolling her eyes.

Alex ignored her.

Frowning, Toni turned and leaned over to look at her.

“What is it?” she asked.

Alex shook her head. “Nothing,” she muttered

Toni slid in front of her, her hands going to her twin’s waist and pulling her close. “If you tell me what I did, I can at least make it up to you.” She stuck her tongue out between her teeth and looked down Alex’s body. Turning her hand around, she slid it inside Alex’s bikini and let her fingers gently brush through her sparse pubic hair.

Alex closed her eyes and shook her head, reaching down to grab Toni’s wrist as her twin’s fingers slid it further down, past her lips.

“Ohhh…,” Alex sighed. “Toni,” she hissed, “Stop!”

Toni grinned and pulled her fingers free, popping them into her mouth and sucking the juices from them.

Gathering herself, Alex turned away from her and sighed. Another vehicle pulled up and Toni quickly pulled her lingerie into place Alanya Grup Escort before going to the window.

It had been a month since they’d gotten a job at The Twin Mountain Coffee Company, and Alex still wasn’t enamored with the whole thing. Toni might be the whiny little princess when she needed to be, but Alex really didn’t like working, and preferred to use her dad’s money. She’d been trying to wrack her brain to come up with a plan to get her dad to let her quit. She’d even thought about telling him where Toni had made her work, but that would get Toni in trouble and she wasn’t about to do that to her beloved sister.

It wasn’t that the job was hard. Just the opposite, in fact. Her shifts were exercises in keeping herself entertained, never mind that Toni was constantly trying to fill the time by getting into her pants or turning her on. It was easy, but it was boring as all hell.

She liked the customers enough. Most were super nice and she even had a few regulars that she noticed were coming back regularly to see her. Most were well-behaved, and even the ones that were lewd weren’t too bad. One or two had taken their dicks out when she’d flashed them, and she’d had to admit to herself that she’d liked it. Having the effect she did on men was exciting and empowering. After the first time one of her regulars had pulled his cock out and she hadn’t complained, he tended to drive up and do just that every time. There was a digital marquee outside that her boss had installed that the girls signed in to. It displayed the names of the bikini barista, or baristas that were working that day. She’d been alone the first time it had happened, and while shocked, she couldn’t look away. The middle-aged man had given her fifty dollars and asked very politely if she minded flashing him. She’d smiled and shrugged, pulling her bikini aside for a few seconds.

The man groaned and immediately groped his crotch. She’d smiled at his reaction, causing him to grow embarrassed. He started his car and put in gear, ready to bolt.

“No!” she’d told him, surprising herself. “I don’t mind!”

In truth, she didn’t. It was a little flattering, to be honest.

He’d grinned widely and unzipped his pants, only pulling the tip out as his hand disappeared into his underwear.

She’d stood still, feeling a little self-conscious as he watched her. “God, you’re incredible,” he’d told her. She smiled and winked at him, and he groaned, cumming in his pants. He sighed deeply and kept thanking her.

“See you soon!” she’d told him, waving playfully. The next time, he’d driven up to the window with his zipper down, but his cock not out. Toni answered the window first, but Alex took over when Toni let out a surprised cry.

“Hi”! Alex had said. “I see you came back to see me again!”

The older man had smiled and nodded. “I just couldn’t stay away. You’re too beautiful.”

He’d pulled an even fatter wad of cash out of his pocket and handed it to her, causing her to smile widely. That time, Toni had joined her in flashing him, but was still taken aback when he’d pulled up with his cock completely out of his pants.

After getting an explanation from her, Toni had shrugged and laughed it off. The older man had been back five or six times since then, always on Alex and Toni’s shift.

“Such a beautiful cock,” Toni had said, smiling as the two flashed him the last time he came. “Makes me want to go home and call my boyfriend over.”

The man smiled and blushed, murmuring a “Thanks” before driving off.

“You embarrassed him!” Alex had scolded.

Toni shrugged and looked at her, amused. “You’re mad because I scared off some creep that was jerking off to you?”

Feeling silly, Alex had fallen silent at the berating and went back to what she was doing.

Those were perks to the job, she realized. She definitely enjoyed the money, but also seemed to get really, really turned on by all the attention she got. Toni was always groping and trying to get her turned on, sure, but she also got horny working alone.

A car driving up drew her from her reverie, and she moved over close to her twin as the vehicle pulled to the window. It was another group of college guys. She smiled, feeling her pussy grow damp as they ogled the two of them. Sliding the window open, Toni began to take their order.

Most of the guys were polite and seemed to want to just look at the two of them, but a few seemed to think hitting on the two of them was a good idea. Of course they got requests to kiss each other, but Toni had decided early on that it was probably best if they didn’t do that.

Occasionally they got rude people, or guys that were crass or just nasty. One had yelled, “Let me see you eat your sister’s ass!”

Toni had quickly shot back, “Never when we’re working!”

A hardened stare from her sister brought her out of her reverie and back to the present.

“Come on Alex,” Toni whined. “Don’t make me force it out of you.”

Alex sighed. “I’m just tired and grumpy, okay?”

She Alanya İranlı Escort leaned forwards out of the window and let the driver get a good look as her breasts swayed sexily.

She heard Toni moving around behind her as the driver drove off with a wistful wave, and sighed. Two hands pulled at her bikini and a warm set of lips kissed her rump. She sighed and tried to brush her away, but Toni wouldn’t be dissuaded so easily. A warm tongue slid up her slit as she leaned out the window, causing her to groan in pleasure.

She heard engine noise and turned, seeing a car pulling up. It was Mr. Ericson, the older gentleman that liked for them to look at his cock.

“Toni, we have a… fuck… customer,” Alex groaned, trying to focus.

Mr. Ericson pulled up to the window and smiled as he saw Alex half hanging out.

“Hi Mr. Ericson!” she said loudly.

Toni’s tongue slid upwards, probing her asshole before she felt her suit being pulled back into place. She glanced down and saw him stroking his cock as always. He reached into his pocket and took out a wad of bills, then proceeded to wrap it around his dick and begin to jerk himself off with it.

“Someone is feeling very naughty today,” Alex said.

He nodded. “What am I?” he asked, looking at her pointedly.

She grinned, sensing that he was asking for her to humiliate him a little. She didn’t know why, of course, but seemed to understand that he liked it.

“You’re a dirty old man,” she said, smiling as Toni came up. Her lips were shiny from Alex’s pussy and she smelled of her. Wiping her face on a towel, she reached around Alex and pulled the bikini aside as Mr. Ericson watched.

She leaned around and brazenly pulled and tweaked her twin’s nipples, causing their customer to groan in pleasure.

“I’ll bet you wish you could cum in my sister’s mouth,” Toni said. “You dirty old man.”

He groaned, crying out in pleasure as he stroked, a rope up cum bolting from the tip of his cock and landing on his stomach. The wad of bills he was still masturbating with was mostly clean still, save for a few errant sprays of his seed. Toni took it from his proffered hand a few moments later. She seemed nonplussed, and took it over to the sink as Alex turned to prepare his coffee.

“That was pretty crazy,” Toni said, grinning a short while later, having washed off the bills.

“You shouldn’t tease him like that,” Alex said.

“Tease him?” her twin asked.

“That he could cum in my mouth. That was a little mean,” she said.

“Who said I was joking?” Toni said, grinning wickedly.

Alex sighed. “You’d make me suck off a stranger?”

“Of course!” Toni said. “Anyone, anytime, anywhere,” she said. “Remember?”

Alex nodded. “Yes, Mistress,” she replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Their shift continued as normal for the rest of the evening. The next day was an off day, and the two spent it catching up on homework and relaxing. The following day, Thursday, Alex was working alone. Saturday the two of them would be working together again. She seemed to find working alone easier, and had begun to prefer it. Toni was such a perv and a distraction that they usually just ended up going down on each other when they didn’t have any customers.

She momentarily felt bad, thinking of her twin that way. She knew full well that she instigated things between the two of them just as much as Toni, if not more.

The shift had been going fine until that guy in the truck had pulled up. The guy was a little sleazy looking, but she shrugged and leaned out, offering him a tantalizing view of her gorgeous cleavage.

“I’d like a special,” he said, grinning widely and holding up two one-hundred dollar bills.

She looked at him curiously. “I’m sorry?”

He sighed. “A special. You told me the other day when we were working out that if I came here and gave you two hundred dollars, you’d give me a special.”

She frowned. “I have a twin, so maybe it was her?” she ventured.

He shrugged. “I don’t care who does it. I just want my special.”

Still confused, she looked at him pointedly for a moment. “What’s in a special, exactly?”

He sighed. “Look, damnit. I was told that if I came here and gave you two hundred dollars that I’d be able to get a blowjob.”

Alex’s mouth dropped open in shock, and the guy panicked as he saw the look of shock on Alex’s face, tearing out after throwing the two hundred dollars at her.

Angrily, she finished the rest of her shift before she sped home. Entering, she saw Sam smiling at her but shook her head, heading upstairs to Toni.

Opening the door to Toni’s room, she slammed it closed and glared at her twin.

“Bad day at work?” Toni asked.

“You might say that,” Alex said, snarling at her. She pulled the two $100 dollar bills from her pocket and threw them at her sister. “A complete stranger said that someone who looks a lot like me offered to give him a blowjob.”

“No,” Toni said. “I told him that he could buy one from Alanya Manken Escort you. I didn’t say that I’d give him one.” She turned and looked pensively into nothing for a moment. “Or did I?”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Toni!” Alex yelled.

Sighing, Toni stood and tried to calm her down. “Keep your voice down. People can hear you and you’re still in your work clothes. He wasn’t supposed to come to collect so quickly. I told him next week so I could have time to talk to you about it.”

For several long minutes, Alex yelled at her twin. To her credit, Toni sat there and took it quietly, waiting for a chance to speak.

“It’s good money!” Toni had said, finally. “And yeah, I kind of want you to start sucking off a customer or two. It’s a new idea I had.”

“It’s sex with strangers!” Alex had countered.

“It’s nothing you haven’t done before!” Toni had replied.

“Only because you fucking make me!” she’d screamed back.

“I’ve never made you do anything you didn’t want to do, and I’ve never made you suck off a stranger,” Toni said. “You’re the one that sucks off her friends, and the fucking school principal!”

“Why do you want to make me do this? Do you hate me?” Alex asked.

“Of course I don’t hate you. You’re my favorite person in the world! You’re just so much braver and stronger than I am. You don’t care what people think of you and you’re so much prettier than me. You don’t see it because you’ve never cared about that, but you know you’re gorgeous. We need the extra money and we can’t ask our parents. Do you know what mom and dad will do to us if they find out where we’re working?” Toni sighed and pulled her down to the bed with her, stroking her hair.

“And when they discover that I’m sucking cock for money?” Alex countered.

“We’ll take precautions. Do you know how much money you could make in just one day? We get paid what, 15 dollars an hour plus tips? This $200 dollars for just a few minutes of work a day, and you get to do it as many times as you can handle! You could easily make $1000 dollars in one day! Plus, we can charge them extra if they want intercourse. That’s more money for the both of us!”

“So I’m not crazy in thinking that I’ll be the one doing the work and you’ll be collecting the money?” Alex asked.

“Well of course we’d split the money. You’re not my slave, okay?” Toni replied.

Alex began to think that her sister was starting to make sense. It was true, she’d sucked off boys before. Bear, Eric, Kenny, even Toni’s own boyfriend had all felt her lips on their cocks and had filled her mouth with their delicious cum. She did really like it, that was true.

“Come on,” Toni said. “I let you fool around with my boyfriend all the time. Can’t you just try to do this for me?”

Sighing, Alex ignored the question and went to her bedroom.

A few hours later, Toni emerged from their adjoining closet and slid into bed beside her. “I’ll tell you what,” Toni said. “How about we try it for just one or two shifts, and if you don’t like it, we can stop. We can even quit working there and find something else.”

Alex sighed. “How are you going to get people interested in this?”

Toni smiled. “I’ve got a plan in place already.”

That Saturday, the twins were early for their shift. It was a relatively short one, 11 to 3, but Alex was sure that it would be an eventful one.

As luck would have it, Toni had found the first guy that had come by where she’d been hit on by him the first time, at the gym. She didn’t bother explaining, but told him that if he wanted his two-hundred back, that he could come by and she’d give it to him, or they could talk about other arrangements.

“I’m still not thrilled about this,” Alex said, seeing the semi-familiar vehicle pulling up.

Toni kissed her and ran a hand through her hair. “Just do it for me, okay?”

Alex sighed, nodding.

“Hello!” Toni said sweetly after sliding the window open. “What can I get for you today?”

The guy sighed, seemingly ready to be done with the charade. “A special,” he said simply.

“One special,” Toni said, smiling over at Alex. She took the two hundred from her bra and placed it in the drawer. “That’s gonna take us a few minutes,” she said, smiling. “Wanna come inside where it’s cool and wait while we take care of your order?”

He grinned widely. “Sure!”

She pointed across the lot. “Just park over there and knock on the door.”

Alex sighed nervously, waiting for the inevitable. A minute or so later, a soft knock at the door drew her from her daydream. Toni moved over and opened it, smiling as the guy came in.

Closing the door behind her, she made sure it was locked.

“First, know that there are cameras installed. What you purchased was a $200 dollar cup of coffee. My sister is going to help you relax during the wait by offering to give you a completely free blowjob.” Toni had seemed to slip into an “all-business” persona, which surprised Alex. “If you abuse her in any way, we’ll turn the tapes over to my boss, who knows some not-so-nice individuals. Is that in any way unclear?”

He shook his head yes. “I’m cool,” he said.

Toni glanced over at Alex and nodded. Sighing, Alex turned and kneeled in front of him. He reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling his modestly sized cock out and looking nervously at the two.

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My wife left me when Marisa was just four years old. We had had a solid, passionate marriage with the usual problems, but always lots of love and lots of hot sex. When she walked in on me and my younger sister Karen fucking like rabbits, that changed a few things. First she was going to sue me and take Marisa, but I had records of the funds she had stolen from her workplace, and that combined with her previous criminal record (which she had not revealed to her employer) left me with the power to destroy her career, her reputation, and her livelihood. In all truth, she just wanted more babies, and when Marisa became a toddler, she was disappointed. She wanted a baby to coo and burp and wet its diaper and all those things, but I was satisfied with one child and I didn’t want any more. So my wife moved out and found a guy and got immediately pregnant, and Karen moved in with me.

Karen and I had always sort of had a crush on each other and had kissed a few times when we were kids, but nothing had really developed until I moved away and went to college. I came back in the summer, when I was 20 and Karen was 18, and something about her had changed. She was certainly wilder and freer, and we did things together as adults, clubbing, partying, gambling — all sorts of things that built a new bond between us.

One night after we got home from a club, we were having a nightcap and joking and laughing at the kitchen table. At one point there was a lull in the conversation, and Karen downed the rest of her drink, looked me in the eye with a smirk on her face, and got down on her hands and knees and crawled toward me. When she reached my chair, she looked up at my face with a smile, and very matter-of-factly undid my zipper, reached into my pants, hauled out my cock and started sucking on it. I was stunned, but it seemed so natural. My beautiful, loving sister bobbing on my dick and sucking furiously — I was in heaven. It didn’t take me long before I grunted out, “Oh God, Sis, I’m gonna cum!” to which she moaned “Mmmm-hmmmm!” encouragingly and sucked even harder.

I gasped and choked out a low groan as I blasted an enormous load of thick, white semen into her mouth that she greedily swallowed every drop of. After she had squeezed out the last pearly drops onto her tongue and gulped it down, she looked up at me again, her cheeks glowing and an adoring look on her face, and my heart melted. I knew that I loved her like a sister, but also as so much more. Every day thereafter she gave me at least one fantastic blowjob until I left for college again in the fall.

That year I met Debbie, fell in love, and we were married the next summer. I had resolved to be true to her, but the second I saw Karen again, I knew that I had two loves, and nothing could ever force Karen out of my heart. At our wedding, Karen was one of the bridesmaids, and I will never forget the moment when I said “I do”; I looked over at my sister, proud and beautiful, a beaming smile on her face and a hint of a tear welling up in her eye, and thought of how her belly was full of my sperm as she stood there with us in front of the whole congregation.

Anyhow, Debbie and I had a good relationship, and the sex was hot, but very vanilla. She didn’t like oral sex, and wasn’t into experimenting very much. Karen, on the other hand, wanted to take me further. She was the one who more often than not suggested that we try anal, golden showers, or BDSM. Sex was so exciting with Karen that it became more frequent. Debbie and I quickly discovered that she was actually pregnant during the wedding; we figured the date of conception was about two weeks before the big day. Debbie and I fucked like lunatics during the pregnancy; she was constantly horny and had incredible, powerful, noisy orgasms. She loved to be bent over and pounded from behind doggy-style as she moaned and whimpered for me to fuck her harder. When Marisa was born, the moment I looked at her I knew I had three loves. My heart was full and life was wonderful. Karen came over frequently to assist with the baby, also sneaking in a blowjob whenever she could. She helped out babysitting and often she would come with Marisa and me to events for kids. Debbie just wanted another baby, and increasingly lost interest in our daughter as she grew older.

After Karen moved in there was an adjustment period, but Marisa had always known Auntie Karen, and loved and trusted both of us. Her mother hadn’t paid an awful lot of attention to her as she grew, so she was sad and missed her mommy, but came to view us as her mother and father. Karen and I fucked madly, passionately, and constantly. Now that she could suck my cock whenever she wanted, I was getting two to three blowjobs a day from her on average, and in the evenings we would fuck on the couch, downstairs, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, bedroom, or wherever. My balls were often sore from all the activity, but I loved it and I loved how Karen always pushed us for more. Sometimes it seemed like it was a game to her to see how Alanya Esmer Escort much sperm she could coax out of my balls in one day. Life was still wonderful, even without Debbie.

When Marisa was six, I got a transfer and we moved out east. Karen and I bought a house together, she got a job, Marisa started in school, and we built a life together. All our neighbours and coworkers knew that Karen and I had the same last name, and that Marisa called her “Auntie”, so they just assumed that Karen and I were married and that Marisa was mine from the previous marriage. We did nothing to dispute that assumption, so things were even better for us. We could kiss and hold hands in public, attend functions together… everything was more perfect than I could have hoped for.

In private, we made a point to call each other “Big Brother” and “Little Sister”, or variants thereof as often as we could, particularly when we were having sex. It made it seem extra kinky and naughty, especially since this was our dirty, perverted secret. It affirmed for each other that even though no one we associated with really knew, we knew who we were, and that this was an immoral, taboo, incestuous relationship, and that we loved each other all the more for it.

In the summer twelve years later, Marisa was eighteen and graduated from high school, and my beautiful little sister and I were living life like a married couple still passionately in love with each other. I would buy her flowers and trinkets and sexy underwear, and she would meet me a couple of times a week at lunch to take me into her car in the parkade, suck me off and swallow my semen. We often embarrassed other couples with how affectionate we were with each other.

Marisa was now a young woman, with a tall, slim shapely body and perky B cup boobs, the face of an angel, and medium length brown hair. She had an amazingly shaped ass, plump and juicy, with a wonderful subtle flare at her hips that gave her a sexy hourglass figure, despite her slimness. Even though she was incredibly attractive, I had always viewed her simply as my daughter, and loved her with pure, adoring protective fatherly love. She was my angel, and my sister was my she-devil.

I had noticed that Marisa seemed mopey lately, quite the contrast to her usual contentedness. Karen and I were up watching movies and drinking wine one night while Marisa was out with her friends so I brought it up. “Oh, she’s just having boy troubles,” Karen said to me.

“Boy troubles?” I asked. “Isn’t she over that? She’s been dating that Trevor character for months now. She was mooning over him for the last two years, what the hell is the problem?”

“Sex,” was Karen’s monosyllabic reply. I gulped.

“Uh, ok, what about sex?” I asked, not too sure I wanted the answer. I knew that Marisa was indeed a fully sexually mature woman, and probably had been sexually active for several years now, but I didn’t really want to know about it. I had given her what I thought were all the proper talks about biology and mechanics, tried to avoid moralizing, and trusted her to make good decisions. I guessed she was an adult now, so I could confront the idea of her as an active boinker, and try to do what I could to help her solve her problem.

“Well,” explained my little sister, “She’s having issues because Trevor is pressuring her for sex. They have kissed and felt each other up, but he wants to go all the way. She doesn’t know if she wants to do that.”

“Huh?” I half-choked, trying to keep my composure and sound unconcerned. “What’s the big deal? They’ve been dating for what, three months now? She’s supposedly in love with him, they’re both adults; I figured they’ve been fucking plenty already.”

“Phaugh,” scoffed Karen. “First of all, your little girl is a virgin.” My heart leapt a little, I don’t know if was relief, pride or what. “Second, she’s in love with you, Bro, not Trevor.”

I spat wine across half the room and convulsed into a coughing fit. “WHAT?” I managed to splutter out. “Are you nuts?”

“Hardly” was her amused reply. “You must be blind or stupid to have missed that. Haven’t you noticed the way she looks at you? Don’t you think it’s a little odd that at her age she still wants to spend all this time with you? How many eighteen-year-old girls still climb into their daddy’s laps and give them kisses on the cheek?” I was speechless. “Why, I’ll bet that she goes to bed every night, looking at that picture of you on her nightstand while banging away at her little clitty, calling out “Daddy! Daddy!” into her pillow when she cums.”

“WHAT THE FUCK??” was all I could manage to croak out. Karen’s merriment was clearly displayed on her face. Was she being serious?

“Oh my god, you are blind and stupid,” she continued, taking a sip of wine. “I think it’s the reason she’s still a virgin. Her daddy stole her heart and she hasn’t met anyone else who can light her fire. You are seriously telling me you never had any idea?”

“Fuck, Alanya Eve Gelen Escort no,” I retorted. “She’s my daughter. I don’t even think I should be listening to this!” I blustered.

“Oh, give me a break. Your little sister sucks you off a hundred times a month, and that’s ok, but you can’t even talk about your daughter? She’s totally in love with you! Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed how hot she is?”

“Yeah, she’s gorgeous!” I exclaimed. “A goddess! But she’s my little girl! I can’t even think about her that way!”

“Bet you could if you tried,” she sniffed. “Didn’t you see her body in that bikini at the lake last week? Your daughter is a fox. Tight little ass, delicious titties. Didn’t you see her nipples poking out when she got out of the water? She’s dynamite!”

“Yeah, I noticed. But I tried not to look! Fuck, I almost went blind!”

“Tried not to look!” she burst out. “That’s the whole problem!! There she was, looking drop-dead gorgeous, in her sexiest outfit ever, parading around, dying to get your attention, and you just ignored her!! And you wonder why she’s upset? You’re breaking her heart!!”

We sat in silence for a few moments. Karen drained the rest of her glass and I just sat there stunned. “You’re not kidding about this, are you?” I probed. “Are you sure? How do you know?”

“I know she’s a virgin because we’ve talked about it,” she stated. “And as far as being in love with you, dummy, I just haven’t had my head up my ass. Anyway, I’m getting bored of this movie. Get down here and lick my cunt,” she grinned at me as she hiked up her blue minidress, put her legs in the air, and skinned out of her panties.

I wasn’t completely with it, but there’s no way I could pass up an offer like that! I got down on my knees and took my place in between my little sister’s thighs as she lightly stroked her shaved pussy lips, her legs still high in the air. Her aroma was delicious, musky and sweet, and I wasted no time in licking and slurping all over her mound. I loved the taste of my sister’s pussy from the first time I licked it, and I was loving it now. She spread her outer labia with her fingers for me, and I drove my tongue deep into her vagina, periodically flicking it over her clit an inner lips as she sighed and rocked her hips.

“You know, big brother,” she began as I ate her, “if you haven’t thought sexually about Marisa, you should. I’m okay with it. In fact, I endorse it. And it would be fulfilling her dreams, too.” I still really didn’t know how to respond, so I just concentrated on pleasuring her orally. “Then she could give up all this nonsense about boyfriends and relationships, and just get on with being in love with you. That would take all the apprehension out of sex for her. You really would be doing her a favour.”

“You’re crazy, Sis,” was all I could manage, and I buried my face deep in her snatch and started sucking.

“No, seriously. Unh”, she grunted. “She’s all messed up about sex, unh, because she feels like she’d be giving up on you, unh, if she does anything with anyone else. Uh. Unh. Yeah, suck my cunt just like that.” I took her clit mound into my mouth and started sucking harder rhythmically, flicking my tongue against her clit as I did so. “If you’d just fuck her, Unh, Unh, she’d feel loved and complete, Unh, UNNNHHHHH, and beautiful, OOHHHHHH, and fulfilled, AAAAAHHHHH YESSSSSSS SUCK MY CUNT I’M GONNA CUUUMMMMM!!!!!!!” She screamed and grabbed handfuls of my hair, bucked her hips wildly and squirted her girl-juice into my eager mouth. I gulped down her hot sweet love liquid, and kept slurping her pussy mound until she forced me up by my hair. “Enough! Fuck, enough, too much, I’m way too sensitive!!” she gasped as I beamed at her, my face glazed with her juices. “Wow, awesome, you always suck my pussy so good, Big Brother!” she praised me as she panted and caught her breath. “Now come here and kiss me!”

Our tongues intertwined and my cock was rigid and straining against my pants. As we kissed, my thoughts strayed to my daughter. She was hot! Was she really hot for me? Did she masturbate thinking of me? What was her pussy like? Did she keep it shaved like my little sister, or was it full and bushy? What would it taste like? Fuck, this line of thought felt so completely wrong, but it was turning my on beyond belief!

“Come on, Bro,” Karen purred, “get your cock out and put it in my mouth so I can suck on it.”

“Sure thing, Sis!” I grinned. “One hard big brother’s cock for his horny little sister’s mouth!” I slipped my pants down over my thighs and pulled my underwear down. My dick was as hard as steel and dripping pre-cum. I straddled my little sister’s face on the couch and fed her my cock. She took the shaft in her right hand and sucked the tip into her mouth.

“Mmmmm, that pre-cum tastes so good, Bro. You’re all hard and horny from thinking about Marsia, aren’t you?” she coaxed.

I just groaned as she sucked and licked the head of Alanya Evi Olan Escort my prick as her hand gently stroked the shaft up and down.

“Remember her in that wet, clinging swim suit?” she continued. “Her rock hard nipples poking through that dripping blue material as she bounced up and down for you? She said she was freezing cold, but I know a part of her that was burning hot. Her tight little virgin twat, twitching and throbbing as she strutted around nearly-naked in front of her Daddy, her first love and her true love. She was dynamite and she knew it! She was showing off her body all for you, just a wisp of soaking cloth covering her cunt as she hopped and twirled in front of you. Actually I know another part of her that was on fire, her heart. She worships the ground you walk on. You’re her hero!”

I just leaned on the couch before her with her hand milking my cock in front of her face as she dirty-talked about my little girl. I couldn’t believe how horny this was making me!! My sweet, sexy, nasty fuck bitch of a sister was jacking my cock while trying to make me hot for my daughter! And dammit, was she succeeding in spades!!

She bent my cock upward and started nipping and pulling on my balls with her lips. She gently sucked them into her mouth one by one, rolling them around and flicking them with her tongue. Then she took them both in her mouth and started slurping them together as she squeezing harder on my cock and started jacking faster.

I moaned with my eyes closed, feeling completely energized sexually, a load building and tickling at the base of my dick. Karen then clamped her lips around the base of my scrotum and started sucking super-hard on my balls. I barked out in surprise and discomfort, slumping my knees against the couch as I pitched forward. She began a loud, throbbing hum as she vacuumed my testicles, pulling them down with her lips and teeth as I grunted.

The sensation was too powerful, bordering on agony as I clutched the edge of the couch and yelled out in distress. She then instantly released my distressed orbs with a sucking pop, giggling as she resumed her stroking motions on my shaft. I groaned and gasped, relief flooding to my bouncing gonads.

“You got a nice, big load in there for me, Big Brother?” she crooned. I could only grunt in reply. “Gooood, because I’m going to suck all that cum right out the end of your cock and gulp it all down. I wanna see you shoot a huge wad of sticky, salty, yummy sperm for your little sister so I can eat it all up.”

She loved dirty-talking me while she sucked me off, and I loved hearing it. She didn’t do it all the time, so I could tell she was extra-horny, and she was really getting off on giving me head.

She started sucking on the shaft now, bobbing on my cock, taking it deep into the back of her mouth and then sliding back so only the glans was in her mouth. She set up a slow, intense rhythm, sucking my penis deeply and deliberately. She knew this was the best way to get a big shot of cum from me, so she would usually take her time teasing me like this when she was in the mood to eat lots of sperm. I was already feeling a tingling pressure in my prostate like I needed to blow a massive wad, so I didn’t know how much more I could take. She was in the driver’s seat though, and I knew there wasn’t anything I could do to hurry her up when she was in “blowjob mode”.

She began massaging my balls in both her hands while she sucked me, gently squeezing them and rolling them around between her fingers. Every once in a while she would encircle my scrotum at the base to trap my balls with her fingers and squeeze firmly, chortling bemusedly on my dick when I gasped out. Fuck, I was going mad with lust, I felt like I would explode if I didn’t shoot soon!

Then Karen went back to stroking my cock and started dirty-talking at me again.

“Why don’t you think about Marisa right now? The best thing you could have done at the lake was sit her in your lap and start tickling her. You know how she loves that! She would have been able to grind her horny pussy down on your cock and make it grow. Think of how excited that would have made her feel! Knowing that her hot little body made her daddy’s dick hard, wiggling her butt in your lap as she laughed and giggled. Than all you would have to do is stand her up, turn her around, pull out your cock and offer it to her. Just imagine how her face would light up with joy seeing how big and hard her daddy’s cock was! And knowing she’d made it that way! She’d dive down on this thick fuck stick like it was the best birthday present she’d ever gotten! Think about that! Your beautiful, sweet loving daughter, sucking on your cock, taking it deeper and deeper into her pretty little mouth, savouring the taste and feel of her first cock, her true love’s cock, her big, handsome daddy’s cock!!!”

My head was swimming. This was driving me insane!

She went back to sucking hard, long, and slowly on my dick. She was teasing mercilessly now. Deliberately she drew her lips up and down on my shaft, taking the head of my cock deep into the back of her mouth, then back up so only the glans was clamped between her lips. She kept an intense vacuum around my penis the whole time, her breath coming in quick blasts from her nostrils. Fuck was she sucking hard!

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Dana’s fantasy wasn’t about an event or occurrence he’d dreamed of happening. His fantasy was about a person, a co-worker, Lori Madsen. They’d been friends since Vince, her now ex-husband, first introduced them. Lori and Vince were engaged for about six months before they tied the knot. Dana had even served as one of the ushers at the wedding. Vince and Lori’s marriage lasted almost three years, even though it was doomed right from the beginning. Vince wasn’t one to really settle down. He always preferred to hang out with the guys rather than stay at home. Vince also had a slight drinking problem, barely escaping having his license suspended once for DUI.

Lori was one of those girls you liked the minute you met her. Seeing her soft smile is something Dana looked forward to each day at work. 26-year-old Lori was a couple inches shorter than Dana, probably around 5’7” or so. She had a fantastic figure and legs any model would give a fortune to have. Her near shoulder length, sandy blonde hair and soft blue eyes accented her beautiful face. Dana always found it difficult to talk with her. His eyes keep focusing on her lips. It was a distraction to him, maybe because he just wanted to put his lips on hers. He just couldn’t take his eyes off her lips!

At 29, Dana was still in great physical shape, jogging an exercising almost daily. He was 5’9” and a slim 170 pounds. His light brown hair and blue eyes added to his good looks. He was very conscientious about his appearance, opting for dress jeans and shirts instead of workclothes.

They regularly ran into each other a couple of times a day, usually out on the production floor at the manufacturing facility where they both worked. Lori worked in one of the production offices. Dana worked out on the floor as a machine operator. For the past year or so, it hadn’t been easy for Lori to smile. She hadn’t been happy with her marriage, yet she didn’t seem any happier since her divorce. Dana could usually get her to smile just by talking with her or paying her a well-deserved compliment. Getting Lori to smile was something he felt duty-bound to accomplish everyday. Just seeing her or even just thinking about her always made him smile. He secretly wished she’d married him instead of Vince.

“I could have made her smile constantly; I could have made her happy.” He thought.

It was late Friday morning, almost lunchtime. Just a few more hours till the start of the weekend. For Dana, it brought mixed emotions. He was happy, thinking about having time to work on the restoration of the old Victorian house he’d recently purchased on Main Street. He was also a little unhappy, thinking about going two full days without seeing Lori. His unhappiness seemed to be getting the best of him.

“Hey there!” Lori shouted as she approached his work area.

“Hey there!” Dana replied, with a big smile. “What’s up?”

“Not much.” Lori answered. “Just taking some printouts back to the schedulers.”

Lori sat down on the elevated stool at Dana’s workbench. He skirt raised several inches above her knees. Dana glanced at her legs but quickly focused on her lips and beautiful blue eyes.

“Is that a new outfit?” Dana asked. “Really looks great!”

“Nah, it’s just something I don’t wear all often.” Lori responded, smiling at his compliment. “But, thanks for noticing.”

“I’ll be glad when this week’s finally over.” Lori added. “I can use a couple of days off!”

“Big plans for the weekend?” Dana asked.

“Not really. I’m going out with my sister and one of her friends this evening.” Lori replied. “Probably dinner and maybe take in a movie or something.”

“What about you?” Lori asked. “Working on the house, I’ll bet!”

“Yeah.” Dana answered. “Still alot to do but it’s looking better all the time.”

Lori and Dana chatted for a few more minutes before she excused herself to continue on with her errand. Dana took one long, last look at her smiling face before she turned and walked away. He watched her till she was out of view.

“Damn it.” Dana thought. “I can’t keep going on like this. This is killing me. I should just work up the courage to ask her out. But, if she says no, it’d probably mean the end of our daily chat sessions.”

Dana thought better about asking Lori out. He was afraid she’d reject him and that would end their friendship. At least now, they still talked on a daily basis. Dana just wasn’t ready to take the gamble. It was just too damn risky!

Dana headed straight for home when he got off work at the end of his shift. Thoughts of going to the home improvement store for materials, mixed with thoughts and visions of Lori. The visions of Lori and recollections of the day’s brief conversation won out.

Dana checked his mail, discarding the junk mail into the wastebasket. He walked through the diningroom towards the kitchen for a cold Coke. Dana glimpsed at the shopping list on the kitchen counter seeing if he needed to add anything to it. The list was already over a full page long. That was long enough, he thought. Dana decided Alanya Masaj Salonu to lay back in his recliner and take a short nap, which was a habit he’d recently developed. It revitalized him and allowed Dana to stay up longer of an evening to work, sometimes till midnight.

When Dana woke up it was almost 6:00pm. His short nap had lasted a little longer than usual. Dana grabbed his materials list and headed for the home improvement store. He purchased everything on the list along with a few extra items. Dana always strolled through the tool section to see what new gadgets or tools he could ad to his collection. It was almost 9:00 by the time he returned home and got his truck unloaded. It was too late to start on anything this late in the evening so Dana figured he’d get an early start in the morning.

Dana jumped in the shower, thinking of how to spend the rest of the evening. Friday night television sure didn’t have much to offer. Thoughts of Lori crossed his mind. He hoped she was having a good time with her sister and her friend.

Dana thought he’d go to Brandywine’s on the west side of town and see what was going on. Brandywine’s was one of the nicer nightclubs in town with a decent sized dance floor. Their sound system was one of the best around. There were usually at least three guys for every girl so Dana didn’t feel like he’d be the only loser there. It was almost 10:30 when Dana entered the nightclub. He found a seat close to the end of the bar. There were definitely more guys than girls at the club this evening. Great for the ladies, tough for the guys! Dana was just there as an observer, he wasn’t about to try his luck with the odds stacked so much against him. Dana ordered a beer and sipped it slowly, watching the people on the dance floor. He was just about ready to order his second beer.

“Hey there!” A familiar voice greeted. “Fancy seeing you here!”

Dana looked around to see Lori’s smiling face close to his. His heart immediately doubled its normal pace. Dana was more than pleasantly surprised to see her. She was with her sister and another girl about the same age. Dana was wearing a red leather skirt, white blouse trimmed in red and red high-heels. She looked absolutely gorgeous, not to mention sexy as hell!

“Well, hello there!” Dana returned her greeting, smiling big as ever. “Thought you were going to the movies?”

“Well, we couldn’t decide on anything to see so Karen suggested we hit a couple of the clubs instead.” Lori replied, her smile fading from her face.

Dana detected a note of apprehension in her voice, like she wasn’t all that crazy about going nightclubbing with the two girls. His eyes focused on her lips, noting Lori’s lower lip twisting to the side a little.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll have fun.” Dana stated.

Dana watched as Lori and the other two girls sat down at a table. Before the waitress could take their drink orders, guys were asking them to dance. They were like fresh meat in a tank full of hungry sharks. Dana watched Lori and her friends dance with several of the guys. She appeared to be having a good time; at least she was smiling like it anyway. The more the guys asked Lori to dance, the more it bothered him. Dana finally turned away from the dance floor and just watched the two bartenders, who were quite busy. From where he was sitting he could partially see Lori’s reflection in one of the angled mirrors behind the bar. Dana thought he noticed her glancing his way a couple of times. It was probably just his imagination, he thought, wishful thinking on his part.

Dana finished his second beer and headed towards the restroom before leaving. He really didn’t want to leave but the more he watched Lori dancing with the guys, the more it bothered him. Leaving was his only option. Besides, it was getting late and he had a busy workday planned for Saturday. Dana exited the restroom and headed for the door. Lori was just coming out of the ladies room.

“Are you leaving already?” Lori asked, speaking just loud enough for him to hear.

“Yeah……………guess so.” Dana replied. “Got a busy day tomorrow…………….sorta”

Lori had a look of disappointment on her face, far from a smile. She looked towards the exit.

“Well…………….would you hang on a second?” Lori muttered. “I’ll be right back.”

“Yeah, sure.” Dana replied, a little confused at Lori’s request.”

Lori made her way through the crowd back to her table and said something to the two girls. She picked up her purse and walked back towards Dana.

“Would you mind some company?” Lori asked, smiling.

Dana didn’t answer; he just held the door open for her. Dana pointed towards his pickup sitting across the parking lot. Lori put her hand on his arm, gently grasping it, as they walked towards his truck. It was the first time she’d ever physically touched him. Dana opened the passenger side door for her. She stepped up into the pickup, her leather skirt hiked up considerably. Dana couldn’t help but notice just how beautiful Lori’s legs were.

“Would Alanya Masöz Escort you care to get something to eat?” Dana asked, temporarily forgetting about Lori having eaten earlier with her sister and friend.

“I’m not really hungry.” Lori replied. “But I could sure use some coffee! I bet you haven’t eaten, have you?”

“No, not really.” Dana answered. “I’m just a little hungry.”

Dana pulled out of Brandywine’s parking lot and headed towards a truckstop restaurant on the interstate, just east of town. He glanced frequently over at Lori sitting in the darkened cab of the pickup. She smiled when she caught him looking at her.

“I’m glad you were at Brandywine’s tonight.” Lori stated. “I’m not much into drinking, guess you can imagine why.”

Dana knew exactly what she was referring to. Vince, Lori’s ex-husband drank enough for several people. Being around alcohol, probably brought back alot of bad memories.

Dana ordered some breakfast instead of a sandwich. Lori just wanted coffee. She lit up a cigarette while they waited for Dana’s food to arrive.

“Since when did you start smoking?” Dana inquired. “Thought you quit a couple years ago.”

“I got back on them while Vince and I were going through the divorce.” Lori replied. “Guess I just stuck with them since.”

The waitress brought Dana’s food and more coffee. Lori kept looking out the window at the passing traffic while Dana ate. She appeared to be avoiding him. She smoked one cigarette after another.

“You want to tell me what’s the matter?” Dana finally asked. “I’m not taking you home till you do.”

Lori looked down at her coffee cup. Her hands were slightly shaking. She started to say something but hesitated.

“I don’t know how much longer I can go on!” Lori muttered. “I can’t get over the damn divorce! I feel like it’s mostly my fault. I should have tried harder to make it work.”

Lori’s statements made Dana think. “Maybe she still loves that bastard, Vince. She may even regret going through with the divorce.” He had to find out.

“You don’t want Vince back do you?” Dana asked. “I don’t think you were ever truly happy.”

“Hell no. I don’t want him back.” Lori responded. “I just feel like such a damn failure is all.”

“You’re the only one I can talk to about it.” Lori added. “The only one who’s ever really cared about me.”

Dana reached across the table, taking Lori’s hand in his. Lori looked down at Dana’s hand. Her eyes watered but she kept back the tears. Dana held her hand till she regained her self-control.

“You mind if I bum one of your cigarettes?” Dana asked, smiling. “I could sure use one.”

Lori hesitantly handed him a cigarette and her lighter.

“Since when did you start smoking?” Lori asked. “I’ve never known you to ever smoke.”

“This is my first one in over ten years.” Dana replied. “Right now, I need one!”

Dana picked up the check and the two walked towards the cashier. Dana asked for a couple of packs of cigarettes when he paid the check.

Dana and Lori left the restaurant and headed back towards town. With Lori with him, Dana didn’t want the night to end. He didn’t feel it was luck that was with him. It was fate and he chose to see where fate would take them.

Dana drove down Main Street, slowly approaching his home. He glanced quickly over at Lori. The entrance to his driveway wasn’t far ahead. Dana turned into the driveway, accelerating the pickup to ascend the steep incline. He opened the driver’s door and stepped out, hoping Lori wouldn’t be alarmed. As Dana walked around the front of the pickup, Lori opened her door and stepped down. She walked towards him as he searched his keyring for the house key. They entered the kitchen through the side door. Lori didn’t appear to be alarmed that he’d brought her to his home.

“Would you like something to drink?” Dana asked. “A cup of coffee or a soft drink.”

“Oh, no thanks.” Lori replied. “I’ve had enough coffee for one evening.”

Dana motioned towards the livingroom, following close behind her. Lori looked all around the massive room when Dana turned the lights on. A smile came immediately to her face when she noticed all the restoration work he’d recently completed.

“I can’t believe how beautiful this room is!” Lori exclaimed. “It’s fantastic!”

“Would you like to see the rest of the house?” Dana asked. “I’ve got most of the upstairs done.”

“Yes, I sure would!” Lori answered.

The two climbed the double staircase to the second floor. Dana showed her the bedrooms and bathroom he’d finished. Lori was in awe as she thoroughly looked over each room.

“I’ve got one last room up here to finish.” Dana stated. “The circular one at the front corner of the house. It’s kind of a combo office/drawing room. Mostly, it‘s a mess!”

“Can I see it?” Lori asked.

Dana led Lori towards the front of the second floor. He turned on the light switch and the large, circular room lit up. There were curved windows all around Alanya Öğrenci Escort the room from one wall to the other. Desks, computers and an old drafting machine filled the room. There was a long table piled with drawings against one wall. Lori entered the room, noticing the drawing displayed on the drafting machine.

“What’s this?” She asked. “It’s not this one, is it?”

“No.” Dana asked. “It’s something I hope to build someday. I keep making alot of revisions. I’ll probably never get all the drawings done at the rate I’m going.”

“I never realized you so involved in architecture!” Lori exclaimed.

“Just an interest I’ve always had.” Dana stated. “Guess it kind of goes along with all these restorations projects.”

“Seems there’s alot I don’t know about you.” Lori stated.

“Anything else I should know?” She asked, smiling coyly.

Her question only made him think of one thing but he couldn’t tell her that. That would be pushing fate too far.

“I can’t think of anything right off.” Dana said, trying hard to keep from smiling.

There was a long, awkward moment, neither of them could think of anything else to say.

“Well, it’s getting late.” Lori said. “I should be getting home.”

Lori walked out of the room, slowly proceeding down the hallway towards the stairs. Dana hesitated for a brief moment before switching off the lights and exiting the room. Lori was standing at the top step waiting on him. Perhaps fate had played its hand out.

The two slowly descended the stairs. When Lori reached the landing, she stopped suddenly. Dana almost walked into her.

“If you want me to stay the night, you’d better be saying something.” Lori stated.

Dana froze for a second while her bold statement sank in. He put his hands on Lori’s slim waist and pulled her in close to him. They kissed, softly at first, then more passionate till their lips were grinding hard against each other’s. Lori’s arms encircled Dana, holding him tightly. Dana ran his hand over the back of Lori’s blouse. He held her warm body close to his. Their embrace lasted for several minutes as they stood on the landing.

Dana led Lori back to the master bedroom. He turned on the light as they entered the room. Lori flipped the switch back off. The moon barely lit the darkened room. She walked past him, putting her purse on the dresser. Dana watched as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. She had the blouse pulled from the waistband of the red leather skirt before Dana realized he’d better catch up with her. He quickly undressed, watching Lori remove her skirt and step out of it. She kicked off her high-heels, then walked around to the side of the bed. She was still wearing her matching red bra and panties. Lori pulled the covers back and climbed onto the queen-size bed.

Dana got on the bed, stretching out on his side. They held each other tight while their lips met in a tender kiss. Dana nibble at Lori’s lips, tasting her lipstick. Lori’s hand gently held the back of Dana’s head as they kissed. Dana didn’t think of his fantasy, he could only think of making love to Lori. The two kissed passionately. Lori’s tongue slipped between Dana’s lips, licking them hard. Her kisses heightened Dana’s sexual desires even more. Dana hard cock was straining against the cotton material of his tight briefs. He pushed against Lori’s tongue with his till he had his tongue in Lori’s mouth. He darted it in and out between her lips. Lori’s lips closed around his tongue, her breathing became labored.

Dana’s hand reached around underneath Lori. She pressed against Dana, arching her back slightly. He unhooked her bra and pulled it from her warm body. Lori’s nipples were already hard. Dana fondled her firm breasts gently, hesitant to be too aggressive. Lori moaned deep when the palm of his hand brushed over her sensitive nipples. Dana had always dreamed of what Lori’s bare breasts and nipples looked like. His mental picture of them didn’t compare to actually seeing them! Dana kissed every inch of Lori’s heaving breasts, gently sucking on her nipples. Lori’s body was writhing, rubbing hard against his. Her arms grasped Dana’s body, crushing her body tightly against his. Their heated bodies melted together. Dana’s hand brushed down Lori’s back to her panties. He rubbed her ass hard, pulling her into him.

“Dana, I need you!” She cried out.

Dana pushed the back of her panties down till he could squeeze her bare ass. Lori was squirming, almost uncontrollably. Dana pulled the front of her panties down, exposing her dark pubic hair. It was trimmed to a little v-shape. Dana pushed her panties down farther, almost to Lori’s knees. He shoved his hand between her legs, feeling her soaking wet pussy. Lori gasped when his finger found her hot little slit.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr” She moaned.

Lori’s fingers were digging into Dana’s back and shoulders. Her ass raised up off the bed as Dana teased her pussy with his finger. He pulled away from her, grabbing at her panties. He jerked them down and off, tossing them aside. Lori’s hand reached up for him, pulling Dana down against her. Dana pulled away again, grabbing her legs, spreading them apart. He lifted her legs, keeping Lori on her back. Dana kissed her thighs, working towards her hot, wet pussy. Lori was moaning constantly, begging him to fuck her.

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