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Playtime by The Pool

“Oh, G.C.. It gives me such pleasure to see you happy.”

“Jenny, it makes me happy that I can give you pleasure.”

“Well, with your tongue licking my pussy so incredibly, you don’t leave me any other course.”

As I looked up from between my nieces’ thighs I couldn’t argue with this logic. It was another beautiful day in the neighborhood and my niece was doing what she does best. Making her uncle come.

It had all started with my cell phone chirping four months ago. It seems my brother-in-law was getting posted immediately overseas for a top position to the US legation in Moscow. My younger sister would be leaving within a few weeks to join him but there was a Jenny problem. It was her second year at Orange County Community College and what with classes etc and all her friends etc. they didn’t want to totally disrupt her whole life. Would I take her in until graduation in June? She’s the only child of my only sister so how could I say no?

I am unattached and happily so. I have a contrarian streak and if someone says, “Jump” I do NOT answer how high. I might say what about walking or how about not jumping today or how about you jump in the lake!

For this reason I have my own one man company developing my own inventions. A one person inventor’s fund. And consequently, in a perfect position to be ‘Uncle’.

Well, I helped my sister as much as possible with her move. (Try moving to Moscow in two weeks and the things you never think about twice are suddenly very large) The State Department was going to pay the mortgage etc. but every thing else had to be shut down, closed up, shut off and otherwise handled.

Two weeks on and I was driving to LAX with my sister as she had her last person-to-person with Jenny. The usual be goods and be carefuls and study hards and listen to your uncle and here’s the numbers and a thousand other airport departing clichés.

We got my sister on the plane and as it was Saturday and no school I asked Jenny what she wanted to do. She replied that she was going to the movies later with two of her girlfriends so back to my house was fine.

My house. This was going to be tricky. I built a one level with pool and workshop and the usual amenities. Large library and media room. Medium sized kitchen and bedroom. Large bathroom with tub and shower and Jacuzzi. But the only guest room shared this bathroom. There was a toilet and vanity separated by a second door, but still. I only have one sister so who was going to stay over? Besides, out of towners wanted to be near the beach. Which is where I sent them if they showed up at the front door with a sad story and a suitcase.

So. Jenny and a common bathroom. Did I tell you what my niece looks like? No less an august publication than Sand and Surf named Jenny and the two future moviegoers as Hermosa Beaches’ #s 1, 2 and 3 in their poll of readers. The classic beach look. Blonde, tanned and curvy. More particularly, Jenny is 5′ 8″ with shoulder length hair and blue eyes. A lovely body, 34 C (I’ve checked), and the snarkey sense of humor that runs in our family. Did I tell you about the bathroom?

“Uncle Graham?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Anne and Carlie are going to come over for a swim before we go out to dinner and the movie. I want to show them the house. O.K.?”

“Sure. I’ll be in the workshop any way.”

Numbers 1, 2 and 3 at my house. In my pool. In bikinis. This was going to make working on a new prototype of a cash register drawer interesting. While I’m working on gears and pulleys, three girls were having each and every inch of their epidermis caressed by my water. Concentrate, concentrate.

I was trying to work on a particular aspect of the opening protocol of the drawer when……

There was a knock on the door from the pool deck to the shop and Jenny poked her head in.

‘Uncle Graham, I want you to come and meet my friends.”

I walk out to the pool and see across the way heaven-in-a-two-piece. Anne and Carlie were twenty car pile-up gorgeous. As Jenny introduced me to them, I could tell they were some weird combination of shy, nervous, excited, happy?

“I’m glad to meet you. I hope you all can help Jenny the rest of the year while her parents are away. I’m just her bachelor uncle and don’t know all the ways around her school and everything.”

The three of them giggled and bounced on their toes, glanced at each other and generally did the ‘Aw shucks’ routine. Something was going on but I didn’t have a clue.

“Glad to meet you. Feel at home. Fridge, sodas etc. There’s a music system over by the pool house. iPod ready. Just dock it and hit ?.”

I walked back across the deck and went back into the shop but not before looking over my shoulder for a quick second. I shuddered.

Next morning. I’m taking a shower and trying to remember who poisoned my Absolute. Oh yea. I guess I was over served while watching Liverpool vs. Wolverhampton last night. Trying so hard not to think about pools and water and skin. Trying not to think of elephants. You know how that works.

I’m keçiören escort a little groggy while toweling off when Mr. Happy wakes up too. One thing leads to another and I’m sitting on the Jacuzzi deck flipping through my girlie mags. Now let me just state right here that I am unattached, not unconscious. I have FWBs too, but my right hand never asked me to buy a $450 pair of shoes! Or buy $1000 plane tickets for a second cousin twice removed out of town across the country five-day wedding!

Mr. Happy is getting happier by the second when I hear something in the half bath leading to Jenny’s room. The door opens just before I ‘m able to put the towel to good use.

“Sorry. I was just going to take a shower. I’m so used to having my own bathroom and everything.”

“Yea. We’ll have to work out some signal. Like on a plane. You know, Occupado. I’ll be done in a minute Sweetheart.”

This was going to be more difficult than I thought.

Well, it’s Sunday and all. The NYT and a strong cup of coffee and a nice English muffin. Ah, lovely. Meanwhile, I am going to have to change some of the basics at 2235 Hubbard Ave. No more smoking in the house (sue me). Mr. Happy can only visit when Jenny is at school. And general ship shaping up.

I also decided to redo Jenny’s room. New sheets etc. A new TV and a new desk and bookshelf. A new wireless printer/copier for her Mac Book. A new wireless upgrade for the house as a whole. (And you lot thought I was a cheap bastard. I’m not constitutionally opposed to expenditures.)

A whirlwind of stores and parking lots and malls later, we were well on the way to redoing her room. Some things would be shipped later in the week so it was going to be a project. It gave some Jenny to her own room and gave her some things to keep her busy to ease the transition.

“Jenny, what do you want to do for dinner?”

“I don’t know. How about you?”

“Well, we could do Italian. A place over on Escondido does great eggplant Parm. And they deliver too, so no hassle. With their house salad.”

“Could Anne and Carlie come for dinner too?”

Right. I’m going to say no?

“Sure. It’s six o’clock now. I’ll call for delivery at eight.”

There is a breezeway that leads from the driveway to the pool so I didn’t see Anne and Carlie arrive. It was getting dark and the lights over the deck are muted for the neighbor’s sake. I’m drinking some red and watching the EPL and all is right with the world. Through the window behind my chair I could look out at the pool. I see three shadowy figures and a lot of leaning in to whisper in ears and looks at the house and standing up to walk around and come back to whisper again.

Delivery is approaching so I get up to set the table and generally put on my feast provider hat. The food arrives. I call out the window to “Let’s eat.” The screen slides open and in walks Jenny, followed by Anne and Carlie. It’s going to be hard to chew my eggplant Parm because my jaw dropped open ten inches.

All are in shorts and Ts but I think the bra store was closed. If there was a dime sitting on top of any of the six breasts in the house I could have told you which side was up. I wondered how respiration was possible.

We sit down to eat and I am eyeballing my plate to keep from crying. I make sure that when I look up to return pleasantries, as this torture session progresses, that my gaze is an uninterrupted path from plate to face with no stops along the way to admire the scenery.

Dinner is eaten, though I would be hard pressed to tell you what I ate. I know what it was but my taste buds had been overridden by my dick. I gulp red wine and try not to act too much like a total moron. I think I get away with it as no one tells me I’m drooling.

After what seems like a few geological eras, maybe just the Cretaceous, we finish and everyone gets up. Everyone but me. I’m going to need a minute to ‘relax’. Everyone is bustling about. Filling the dishwasher, putting things away. Cleaning up. I sit there smiling.

Finally, the girls finish and go back out to the pool while I stumble back to my library. I fix a drink and fall into my chair. The TV is on to God knows what while I try to compose. Over my shoulder the conspiracy continues. Whispers and looks. Jenny gets up and comes into the house. I hear her coming down the hall. She walks into the library.

“Hey?’

“What’s up Jen?”

“We’ve always been able to talk about anything, right?”

“Sure.”

“Mom said you and her were like the Three Musketeers, only two. She said that she never felt as close to someone until Dad. The two of you against the world. Mom said you guys talked about everything, no secrets.”

“That’s right Jenny. No secrets.”

” No secrets and I want to make you happy now that I’m with you.”

” Thank you Jenny. I’ll always try to make you happy.”

“O.K. then. Now I’m going to make you happy. I know you don’t have a girlfriend or anything. I also saw what you were doing this morning.”

This is where I turn red and blue and purple.

“Don’t be ashamed.”

Jenny kızılay escort then called out the window to Anne and Carlie.

“Come in the house. It’s down the hall from the kitchen.”

What the fuck? She wants her friends to see me squirming. A thousand feelings ran in my head. Anne and Carlie walk in smiling and holding hands.

“Anne and Carlie want to tell you something.”

Anne spoke first.

“Uncle Graham? Can I call you Uncle Graham? Mr. Collins is too formal for an uncle of Jens’. We tell each other everything and we, Carlie and I, have always thought that you were an UILF.”

I look at Jenny with a “Wha…”

“Uncle I’d Like to Fuck.”

I would not have been more shocked if Ed McMahon had risen from the grave and presented me with a check for Ten Million Dollars!

Anne walked toward my chair while she lifted her T-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She was massaging her tits as she stood in front of me. Licking her fingers and then squeezing her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, pulling up one nipple, then the other. Letting one, then the other drop back. She put her hands on the chair back so she could raise her right leg to place it on the arm. Her breasts were in my face and I tried to look cool as she adjusted her position. She lifted her left leg in turn so that her legs were folded up and pressing into my sides. ( Note to self. Congratulate yourself in the morning for buying a VERY sturdy leather lowback club model.) Her breasts now seemed to need some kind of assistance. As Anne held my shoulders I gently, almost hesitatingly, touched her breasts. Anne pushed her chest forward asking for a little more horsepower. I increased the pressure and rubbed my palms around her nipples and areola. I pressed her breasts together so I could lick the nipples in turn. Nipping with my teeth. Sucking them whole into my mouth. She was breathing more rapidly and as I rubbed and sucked I could hear her heart thumping away. She threw her hair back and pushed into me harder, demanding. Her breasts, at least 34D, were now covered in my saliva as I sucked on her nipples like a South Seas grouper fish.

Mean while, back at the Ranch. What are Jen and Carlie doing as Anne is rearranging my back molars? My niece and Carlie are standing off to my left side holding each other around the waist, watching and smiling. Smiling. Like watching a puppy get a bath. My cock is so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it and they’re smiling. O.K. Anne, I’m back.

Anne is now mashing my face into her tits and moaning. Rubbing her pussy into my chest and bucking like a Fort Worth bronco. I am so occupied that all I can do is hang on. I shake my head to clear my cock and know it’s time that I take over this rodeo. I tell her to stand up and take her shorts off. She flicks them into the corner and faces me. I pull down her panties and I lift my right hand to cup her pussy and run my middle finger along the crease. She is so wet that my hand can hardly hold on. I push my finger into her pussy and she whimpers and pushes back. She wants my finger to go further. I tell her to turn around and sit on my lap and put her legs over the arms of the chair. I start to plunge my right hand into her pussy while holding onto her stomach with my left hand.

“Oh! Oh! Don’t stop! I want your hand! Let me come! Make me come!!

“I’ll make you come Annie. Hold on. Hold on!”

I’ve now got three fingers in her pussy while my thumb is banging up against her clit. Her vagina muscles are trying to suck my hand into her stomach as she rocks up and down trying to increase the sensation. She’s on the verge and I’m doing my best. This workout is better than the gym any day.

“Please lick my pussy! Pleeeaaasee!!!”

So, I pick her up, turn around and place her on the arms of the chair. Her legs hanging over, her pussy now pointing up to the sky and I drop down and cover her clit with a thousand kisses. She is pushing again, demanding again, and I love it. A girl who wants what she wants and wants me to supply it!

I push my tongue into her pussy, in and out. Fucking her with my tongue. She is into the rhythm, matching me as her hips buck. I could do this all night. I kiss and lick and probe and cover her with my open mouth. She is close and I decide to “motorboat’. Cover her clit with my open mouth and blow air while applying slight pressure. It made her clit almost flutter in the wind. She raised her hips two feet off the chair and let out….

“AAHHHHOHHOOOEEEAHHHOOO”

I was afraid 911 was next. She was moaning and whining (as Muddy Waters used to sing) for the next minute while I sat back and watched the best orgasm in the most gorgeous pussy. I wiped her smile off my lips and looked over at Jen and Carlie. They were still smiling but a new look of delight spread over their faces as they watched Anne finish getting off. Now that they had started this, I was going to see how far it would go.

“Who’s next?’

Anne looked at me.

“Wait a minute. That was only one time. I want more. I most certainly, you bet want more if that’s the daily menu.”

“Don’t hog him. sincan escort Let someone else have a turn.”

And with that Carlie was taking off her shorts and thong and walking over to my new ‘Love Chair’. She pulled off her T-shirt so fast she ripped it up the back. She motioned for Anne to get up. I kissed Annes’ hand as she stood and winked. There would be more all right.

Carlie sat down but stayed on the front edge of the cushion. She held her arms wide, silently asking for a kiss. This was so cute I almost blushed again. I scrunched over on my knees and wrapped my arms around her. The first touch was soft, tilting our heads. The next kiss was full on Arc de Triumphe. Our tongues dueled as I was holding her hips, kneeling my way between her thighs. She stopped for a second and pulled my shirt off. She flicked my right nipple with her middle finger and I was startled at how good it felt. These girls were just full of surprises. She crept up the front of the chair until she was stting on the back with one foot on each arm. Her legs were spread and I could see her pussy was wet already. I leaned forward and put my arms under her thighs. Her feet pushed back into the chair so she could maintain her balance.

“Would you like a serving of the same?”

“Oh, yes please.”

“Carlie? You want to know what helps me to serve you?”

“What?”

“Talk to me. Talk to me while I cover your pussy with kisses. Tell me what to do. Keep me informed.”

“Do you promise that I’ll get the same as Anne?”

“Motorboat and all.”

“I will give you directions like Rand McNally!”

Carlies’ pussy was prfect. Shaven and, well to use a word, pert.

I leaned my head forard and gently kissed the inside of her right thigh. Her left thigh. Moving from side to side, rubbing across her pussy lips as I went back and forth. I put my tongue inside her and flicked up pushing the slit open…. Eh, where’s the soundtrack? I stopped and looked up at Carlie.

“Sorry. I was enjoying you so much I forgot. Now?”

I nodded.

“Yes oh yes very much yes right there push your tongue deeper up up yeaaa flick my clit back now up back up fuck my pussyeeee oooo stick your finger ahh yes circle it around push down now your tongue on top yes yes ahh mynipples mynipples aahhhhh squeeze hard HARD my clitttt yes oooooo don’t o don’t my ass hold tight TIGHTTT put your hand under my ass rub my crack my asshole around around lick oohhh I’m ready getting ready please make me oohhh like Anne likeAnne please I’m ready ready (at this point I give her the Evinrude) EEEEHHHHAAAAAHHHHOO fuck fuck ……. darwin darwin oohhh …………… AAHHHhh..hh.hhh.. Oops!”

She tumbles over the back of the chair. A second later she peeks over the back with a grin like X-Mas.

Now I have a problem. Anne then Carlie but Jen? What about Jen? She should have a chance but she’s my niece. That wouldn’t be right would it?

“Anne, Carlie? What about Jen?”

They lift their chins over my right shoulder. I half turn. My niece is sitting on the front edge of the matching ottoman with her left arm extended behind her gripping the back edge. She’s leaning back naked with her feet on the floor and her legs spread like a Russian gymnast. She’s pumping a combo vibrator-dildo in her pussy. Her head is thrown back and she’s gasping for air as it looks like she’s going to come. At the last second she looks me right in the eye and lets out a little yelp as she shakes her whole body. I had been so oblivious with Carlie that I never realized she was behind me!

It was then that I understood that Jenny had set the whole thing up! Enlisted her friends to give me the night of my life. And it wasn’t over yet! I turned around as Jenny got up and walked around to join Anne and Carlie. They stood together with their arms around each other’s waists and looked like three cats that had just eaten the canary. Three beautiful naked girls were smiling at ME!

“Now it’s our turn. Since this seems to be dancers choice, you tell us what you want us to do.”

“Since I gave at the office twice, I think I should get two choices. Especially since my first time won’t last twenty seconds with the way my cock is.”

“That’s fair. But of course Jen can only watch.”

That’s right. Jenny can only watch. Even in the midst of paradise the Gods throw the occasional spanner in the works. Ah well. My cock broke off this reverie to get back to the show.

” Anne, are you left handed?”

“No, but Carlie is.”

I stood up and took off my shorts and briefs. My cock was aching after being hard for so long and pressed in. The head was coated in pre-come and twitching for release. I sat down on the ottoman. I asked Jenny to go in the bathroom and look in the sliding drawer under the Jacuzzi deck. I told her to look for a little clear bottle with a blue cap and bring it back. She returned with it and gave it to me. The three girls all looked knowingly at each other. KY Liquid. Can’t stroke a dry cock with dry hands. I told Anne to kneel on the right side of me and put her left arm around my waist. I told Lefty to do the mirror image on her side. I asked Jenny to bring a towel from the kitchen so the carpet wouldn’t get soiled. She said that wasn’t needed. ……. Wait for it!!!! She said she was going to sit in front of me with her legs spread and that I was going to come on her tits! Oh sweet Huxley and Hoyle.

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Asch was dreaming. As frequently happens when men dream in the morning, he had an erection. He felt his cover being lifted off, and this fit into the dream, along with the slight motion of his bed. He imagined someone hovering in the air over him and slowly descending over him, and sliding onto his erection, then the pleasurable feeling of the tight moist warmth sliding up and down the length of his member. Then he felt breasts against his chest and knees on the bed at his hips, and realized he wasn’t dreaming. He smiled and thrust upwards in cooperation with Octavia’s up and down movements. He felt warm breath at his ear.

“Gotta get my morning exercise in, y’know,” she said. “And pushups are my favorite exercise.” She rested her upper body on her elbows, gently pressing her generous breasts against him, and rocking her hips into him with gradually increasing urgency.

“I’m not gonna last very long if you keep that up,” murmured Asch, still moving his hips.

“Try to not come. Arch your back and hold still. I have a surprise for you,” she said. So he stopped moving and she rose and fell on him faster and faster until suddenly she tensed and cried out in orgasm, then collapsed onto him, and pulled herself free.

“Okay, you beat me to the punch!” he said. “Was that on purpose?”

“Yes. You had me so horny last night I even flirted with some of the drunks at work, so I had to come up and take care of my needs even though it’s my sleepy time and I’m pooped.” She levered herself up so she could look at his face better. “Your surprise is that you’re supposed to report to room 314 at the hotel pronto. Don’t bother taking a shower, just get down there. And let me borrow this bed for a few hours. Now git!” and she rolled aside, gently shoved him toward the edge of the bed, and collapsed.

Asch smiled to himself. He was pretty horny now too, but the prospect of seeing Mary was interesting enough that he cooperated. He slid into some shorts and a T-shirt, kissed the nearly asleep Octavia and headed out. Good thing he had banked a bunch of hours of chores. He admired the affection between the two women that allowed them to each let the other, um, spend time with him.

When he got to the hotel, the concierge recognized him and handed him a key. “You’re supposed to let yourself in,” he said with a half smile and a wink. I’d say you’re a lucky man.”

“You don’t know the half of it. Be sure we’re not interrupted,” smiled Asch as he left a ten-spot on the counter for the man.

He quietly let himself in and found Mary, naked, spread-eagled on the bed. He admired her long brown hair, ample bosom, narrow waist, and smooth pussy as he tiptoed over to the bed. He dropped off his clothes and started to bend over to kiss her when her eyes popped open and she grabbed his leg. Smiling wickedly, she said, “We’re both dirty. Let’s get clean.” And she pulled herself up to a sitting position.

He held his hand for her to hold onto and when she was standing she threw her arms around him and ground herself against him. “I hope Octavia took good care of you while I was gone,” she muttered between kisses. I missed you and I can hardly wait to enjoy your company.”

Asch was erect again, and she grabbed him by his member and led him into the bathroom. In the shower she noticed the washcloth and tossed it onto the floor. “Hands and soap,” She announced. She soaped up her hands, handed him the bar, and worked up from his ankles. He soaped her back while she was bent over, then handed her the soap and worked on her front while she was still bent over. This became a more visual task as she straightened up. They shared the bar again and scrubbed each other’s genitals and behinds, grinning at each other at the symmetry of their actions. Then Asch bent down to do her legs and she scrubbed his back from above, making sure to place her breasts on each side of his neck. Finally they rinsed off.

Asch bent down a little, then put his hands under her buttocks and lifted her, settling her onto his erect member. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and legs around his hips and levered herself up and down onto him. She threw her head back savoring the intensity of feeling him impale her again and again. The movement became more and more urgent for both of them until she arched her back trembling and cried out at the same time he grunted repeatedly his own orgasm. Finally they slowed down and she smiled at him. “Think I can just stay here?” She wiggled her hips a little, still enclosing him.

“Mmm, I certainly won’t mind, but you might lose your perch eventually.” He twitched his kegel muscle and she inhaled in response. “Not right away though.” He kissed her and she squeezed herself against him. They kept moving their hips, and his erection took a long time to start to soften.

Finally she lowered her feet to the floor of the tub and slid off him. Then she grabbed him and examined his manhood. “Hmm. Still pretty manly, sir. Let’s dry off and get on the bed.” So they did; she kept eryaman escort playing with him, toweling him generously and herself sensuously, looking into his eyes and smiling.

They plopped onto the bed, he on his back, she on her side, one hand playing with his member, which was still fairly erect.

“Y’know,” he sighed, “you’re pretty easy to hold up, but I was getting ready to lock my hands together to make sure I didn’t drop you.”

She snickered. “I think I would have hung suspended on this,” she gave him a good squeeze, “for quite a while.”

“You’re certainly sexy enough,” he smiled. And twitched when she pulled his skin down harder than usual. He raised hips to increase the effect.

“Are you getting interested again? Goodie!” She increased her ministrations on his crotch, hitching herself around so both hands were free, and her chest was on his stomach. She worked herself around until she was almost on top of him, still massaging his balls and penis. She threw her leg over his head and he began to kiss and stroke her pussy with his tongue.

She moaned with pleasure and increased the work of her hands. He began to buck in response. Suddenly she stood up and looked down at him with hunger in her face. “Put a pillow under your hips.” He arched his back to get the necessary height as he worked the pillow underneath him. Watching, she growled, and stepped toward his waist. She hunkered down and rubbed his now fully erect manhood against herself, bouncing up and down, thrusting herself onto him, and moaning. He did his best to enhance the effect, arching his back even higher. She stood up again and turned around. “I want to look at you,” she growled, lust written all over her.

Asch smiled and she dropped herself onto him. “Let’s see how this feels,” and as she hunkered down she moved so he went into her other opening. He enjoyed the tightness, and it made his erection even harder. Mary threw her head back and slowly lowered herself farther and farther onto him, then began to move up and down. Asch reached down and caressed her exposed clit, making her cry out and move faster. Asch arched his back in time to her movements and rubbed her clit harder and harder, and they moved faster and faster, until she exploded, jerking her hips and trembling as she cried out. The effect pushed him over the edge and he jerked spasmodically several times.

Finally she collapsed forward onto him and heaved a shuddering happy sigh. “Wow. That was intense,” she murmured, fingering his neck and cheek, tucking herself under his chin. Asch put his arms around her, and they snuggled. His erection finally relaxed.

They almost dozed off when she lifted herself up. “Yikes! We have to get clean! We have a big day ahead of us.” When he stood up, she grabbed his privates to lead him into the shower again. “Hmm. I don’t see this this way very often.” She looked up at him. “I like it both ways, though,” she smiled.

“That’s a relief. I don’t think I could stay erect all the time. Though I could certainly think of a worse fate, like never having you guys around.”

Mary heaved a sigh. “Yes, my flight leaves this afternoon. No more fun for me, especially missing Fred’s talk. I got in in time to grab a bite at Anchovies this morning, y’know.”

“I figured you two had gotten together at some point.” He sighed. “I can’t decide whether I like you two better together or one at a time. Actually I like everything. And to tell the truth, what I really like best is that you two both seem genuinely happy.”

“We are, we are,” she said as they headed out.

Mary had to do paperwork at the airport, so she and Asch both rode the jitney so they could spend a little more time together. She laughed at his version of “meeting” Fred in the tavern and how it led to their double date to the concert. He learned more about working in the airline industry, quirks of different pilots, regulations, and passengers. It turned out she liked the travel, and enjoyed interacting with the passengers, but the paperwork and routineness of long flights was wearing on her.

They kissed so enthusiastically when they got to her destination, he felt stirrings in his loins again, and fantasized about more sex with her while he waited for the next jitney headed back to town.

On a hunch, Asch tracked down the libretto for Carmina Burana at the library and made about a dozen copies. Then he talked the owner of the music store into clearing a space for Fred’s talk that evening. Greasing the guy’s palm with “rent” helped. He stopped by the bike shop and invited Bill, Charlie, and Jenny to the event, then visited Vivian to do the same thing. She greeted him enthusiastically, showing him her latest creations and bragging about her successes at Sadie’s store. Naturally, he had to admire the piece that had gotten her back into needlework, completed long before the three weeks were up. She said she’d try to drag Sadie along for the evening’s activity.

He realized he hadn’t told Lydia, etimesgut escort so he texted her, not wanting to take the time to bike to the house and then have to shower. She said she’d bring a date!

The grocer promised to deliver a nice hors d’oeuvre tray, with chilled sparkling grape juice and plastic wine goblets. It occurred to Asch that about everyone he had much of a relationship with on the island had been invited.

About 4:00 he met up with Octavia at her home. “I like your shampoo,” she smirked. “And I told Lydia about tonight’s event, but it turned out you had already invited her. I hope Fred’ll be able to handle the crowd.” She looked at him askance. “By the way, do you plan to wear those filthy shorts and that horrible T-shirt tonight?”

Asch realized he hadn’t even thought about fresh clothing. Octavia pulled some pants and a shirt out of her bike basket. “You really need to increase your wardrobe, mister. I had trouble finding anything suitable in your closet. In fact, the shirt was Gus’s. Lydia says you can have if it fits.” Then she ran inside to change. Asch used the downstairs bathroom. When Octavia came down, her top had the exact same shade of blue that his shirt had. “Old family fabric,” she said primly.

The music store was ready when they got there about 4:30; all the chairs from the practice and listening rooms were arranged facing a corner, where the displays had been shifted to make room. Speakers and CD player from one of the listening rooms were arranged symmetrically. The music store guy had made more copies of the libretto, and one lay on every other chair. A table to one side held the comestibles, fresh from the grocer. It looked pretty good, and Asch snitched a piece of celery. Asch and Octavia briefly admired the local photographs and watercolors on the walls, then stepped outside to see if anyone was coming.

They saw Mary coming down the street! “Bad weather in Miami; they canceled the flight.” She grinned wickedly. “So I get to stay for the lecture.” She made a downcast face, “but I have to be back by eleven.” She heaved a dramatic sigh and looked at Octavia, “so no fun tonight.”

Asch put his arm around her in sympathy and patted her on the back, while Octavia made a poochy face. “There, there, now,” he said with exaggerated sympathy, “You’ll get to come back someday.” They went back inside.

People began to arrive. The first was Brian, the black welder who had made the crack about lottery tickets. His date was Carol, their receptionist. It turned out Fred had invited everyone at his workplace. Several total strangers arrived, folks who had been visitors to the music store earlier; Vivian, Mary, Lydia, Sadie, and Lydia’s date, who turned out to be the mayor of a village on the east side of the island; a couple more welders, Bill and Jenny, and even Charlie. Asch suspected Charlie showed up mainly because of Jenny, the way he kept his eye on her, though the food also got his attention. Asch smiled to himself when he saw Charlie put two and two together and offer to get something for her. He smiled more when she cheerily accepted and went over to the table with him. “She’s going to bring him out of his shell yet,” he thought to himself.

On the dot of 4:59 Fred and Anita arrived. Asch had been a little worried about how Fred would react to the size of the crowd, but he worried for nothing. Fred was surprised and delighted. “Good crowd. Maybe there’s hope for this island yet—just kidding” He strode to the front and inserted the CD.

Brian muttered so everyone could hear, “Maybe there’s hope for Fred yet.” To several chuckles from the welders. Carol swatted Brian’s thigh and he pretended to be hurt.

Turning, Fred spoke to everyone, “Folks, we found out at the concert last night that the City Musical Society is planning a performance of Carmina Burana this fall. Several people expressed interest in learning about the music, and here we are! This is the first time I’ve ever actually talked with anyone outside my family about this music, but I can’t tell you how delighted I am that you are interested in hearing about it. I hope I’m not too disorganized; Brian, here, knows me well.”

Everyone quieted down and he launched into the music’s origin in the drinking, gambling, and love songs composed by defrocked medieval monks called the Goliard poets; a collection of their songs found in a monastery basement (Fred acted out a modern-day monk finding the manuscript in a basement and being simultaneously scandalized and interested, to everyone’s amusement); and Orff’s decision to set some of the songs to his own tunes, since no one knows what the original tunes were.

He started the CD, interrupting to give a quick summary of each song, with quips about appropriateness to island life. The song that was entirely a listing of everyone who drinks led to a comment about Clay’s Tap, and the tenor solo of the goose roasting on a spit led to a plug for Momma Rita’s. About halfway through he seemed to etlik escort notice the food in the back, so he called an intermission. About half the people went for the food, and the other half swarmed around him with questions and comments about how much fun it would be to participate in the performance. Some of the attendees even thought Fred was connected to the City Musical Society. The store owner produced a sheet for people to leave their contact information on, that he promised to send to the City Musical Society.

Fred was in seventh heaven, and Anita basked in the reflected glory. Asch was happy, too. His new friend was being successful, the talk was interesting and well done, and he got to sit between Mary and Octavia.

When the talk ended, to Fred’s surprise, everyone clapped.

The gathering at Momma Rita’s was sort of a party after the party. Asch and Bill walked Octavia and Mary to the restaurant. Fred and Anita joined them, as did Lydia and the mayor of Easthaven, whose name turned out to be John. Vivian and Sadie begged off as too tired. Jenny and Charlie decided to go for a walk along the beach and have ice cream, and the rest of the people dispersed amiably. The welders took the leftover food and drink and went to Clay’s Tap.

Octavia seated them at a table toward the back, hugged Mary and pinched Bill, warning him not to get fresh with Mary. Asch made sure there was an empty chair handy for when Octavia could join them. They ordered several appetizers and something to drink. Fred looked at Asch, hesitated, and ordered coffee. “Coffee’s okay, right?” he asked.

Anita leaned over and whispered in Fred’s ear, “Hoping to stay awake for a while tonight?”

Fred cast his eyes sideways at her and raised an eyebrow. “Might I need a reason to?”

“Well, you need to be awake to walk me home, right? Protect me from all those mashers?”

“I can pretty well guarantee you won’t need to worry about any mashers,” he murmured. “Maybe one slightly amorous bodyguard, though.”

“I should be able to handle him,” she grinned and squeezed his knee.

Asch stood up and proposed a toast. He held up his glass of seltzer and said,” Here’s to the island’s newest music teacher, culture icon, and nosy monk!” Everyone cheered and said Hear! Hear! to a chorus of clinking glasses and coffee cups.

Fred blushed. He leaned over to mutter in Anita’s ear, “Doing the monk was actually kinda fun.”

Anita smiled. “Do you suppose he took a vow of chastity?”

“Nah, he became a Goliard.”

Anita snickered and leaned her shoulder against his.

Conversation was animated, and ranged from scuba to the chemistry of welding to music history to fishing and tourism. The party-after-the-party broke up about 10:30.

Bill offered to escort Mary to the airport. She, Asch, and Octavia exchanged looks. Octavia settled it by saying, “Remember, she knows judo.”

Asch started to dump his bike in the back of Lydia’s truck, then realizing that she and John were riding together, decided he could use the exercise. John noticed and gave him a thank-you nod. Fred and Anita headed out, hand in hand. Octavia was stuck finishing her shift.

Anita and Fred took their time, enjoying window shopping, the pleasant evening, the rumble of distant thunder, and one another’s company. “Fred, I have to say I really enjoyed tonight. You’re an amazing person—you know all these physical skills like welding, and you know all this academic stuff like about music. And you’re pretty debonair, too. I never knew any of this about you! I guess being at the Tap made me miss all that.” Anita gave his arm a squeeze.

“You mean the booze hid it from you. And from me, too. I can’t thank Asch enough for talking me into excluding it from my social life.”

Anita exclaimed, “Giving Asch the credit, eh? You’re humble, too!”

“Yeah,” he said wryly, “I wrote a book on humility once. Humility and How I Attained It, or Humility in Ten Easy Lessons or Five Hard Ones.”

She chuckled. “Terrible sense of humor though. I heard that one back in grade school.”

“Oh well, win some lose some.”

Just then it started to rain. No wind, but the drops came down faster and harder. They started to trot the remaining two blocks to her place, but they were soaked before they had gone ten feet, so they decided to just be wet. Rain dripped from Fred’s hair onto his face, and he glanced over to Anita to see how she was doing. The rain had plastered her blouse to her body, and the street light revealed every curve, even erect nipples. He thought they were pretty nice curves.

“Wow! You look sexy when you’re wet,” Fred blurted.

“What? I have to be wet to look sexy?” Anita countered, with a sly smile.

Fred gulped and shook his head. “No no, you’re always good looking, but this rain, um, looks really really sexy on you. I hope you’re okay with looking that sexy. I’ll try to be a gentleman, but I just had to say it. How’s that? I admit I’m not too good at talking to women. Especially ones I like.” Anita could hear the blush in his voice.

“Well, thank you and I was only teasing. And you’re looking pretty handsome yourself, mister raindrops falling from your nose,” she grinned up at him and touched a drop about to fall from there.

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I met her online, On A dating website. It was October and she had just been stood up on a date for Halloween. We talked for a while and I couldn’t believe anyone would blow off this gorgeous, smart girl. I told her I never would. She seemed a little bit shy, but after a few days of online chatting I asked her to go out to dinner with me. She said she would.

Outside her apartment we met for the first time face to face, and immediately made a connection. Her hair was multi colored and she had dark rimmed glasses, two points of shiny metal pierced her bottom lip in a snake bite. She was hot.

We drove to a restaurant and had a nice meal, making small talk all the while. She just seemed cooler and cooler as I got to know her. Afterwards we walked out into the parking lot and I saw her looking at me with big eyes. Leaning over I kissed her, and she kissed me back. Putting my arms around her I held her lithe body close to mine as I kissed her more passionately.

Hands slid over her little round ass and I swelled against her. My hands slid into her waist band and she gasped as I slid a finger into her tight wet pussy. I could feel how eager she was, and as I massaged her she twitched and climaxed, gasping against my neck as her body throbbed around my finger. We broke away long enough to get in the car and soon found ourselves in an empty park by the bay, necking.

My mouth found her neck, her hand on my hard cock and my finger inside her in the steamy car when we heard a loud knock. Looking up we saw a bright light outside. The cop smirked newcratos at us as he told us the park was closed. Trying to cool off we drove out to the street with my hand on her thigh.

Taking her home seemed like anticlimactic; when I suggested we go back to my place her eagerness showed by her hand stroking me through my pants, and her fuck me eyes boring into me told me what she wanted. It was a long drive but we finally got to my small trailer. Inside we talked again, and kissed for a while.

Across the room I see her looking at me. Our eyes locked and the world slowed down around us. No words were spoken, her eyes said everything. We met and our body’s crashed together, arms and hands encircling while eager lips parted and tongues explored. Her lips are like velvet against mine, our mouths locked together tongues writhing sensually.

Hands slide around her waist, smooth soft skin beneath my fingers. I feel her hands on my neck and my back. Holding each other close our hips grind together, I can feel her heat through your clothes as I rub my hard on against her. She lifts her knee to rub my leg with her thigh, and I feel her throbbing wet heat against my hard yearning cock. I slip my hands down her smooth back and feel her firm round ass.

Squeezing and groping I caress her, my mouth against hers, my hips bumping hers, my hands feeling her smoothness. I slide my fingers down gently touching her dripping wet clitoris, small circles of pressure increasing slowly. My other hand squeezes her ass, slipping my fingers down to touch her. newcratos giriş

Feeling her hot wet skin with both hands and her endless kiss, we break away to breath and my mouth finds her neck as she moans and writhes against me. I feel her shudder and quake as her steaming wetness explodes around me in a pulsating gush and she quivers wildly crushed against me in ecstasy!

Trailing exquisite pleasure over my skin her hands touch me, pulling at the edges and unbuttoning my pants. I pull up her shirt and she pulls up mine. Clothes fly and drop to the floor. Our mouths lock and as I press myself up against her and feel her heat and the smoothness of her skin I moan and throb. I feel her slippery wetness against my hard on and her teeth on my neck.

Hands exploring my rigid flesh, slowly she leaves her mark on my neck, I writhe ecstatic in her embrace.

Seductive lips trail down my chest making me shake and writhe, clinging to the back of her neck and her hips.

Tender lips run down to brush lightly the head of my swollen cock. She licks me up and down slowly hands caressing me as she slowly takes me in. I groan, throbbing in her mouth as she gently massages me with her tongue. My hands feel her soft hair as I tingle with waves of pleasure.

Muscles tense up as she sucks and licks, taking me in deep as I explode, hot cum filling her hungry mouth, arching my back and moaning loudly she continues sucking at me through my long orgasm.

Pulling away she licks my cum off her lips. Kissing her deeply I run my lips down her body, stopping to nibble at her hard little nipples, then down to her smooth flat stomach. I slowly run my tongue down her soft cleft and find her throbbing clitoris.

Kissing her wonderful clitoris I lick down to taste her perfect ass and she shivers with pleasure. I kiss her and lick her and as my tongue probes at her tight ass I feel her pulsing around my finger, I kiss her sensual ass hole and she groans and arches her back.

I pull her up with shaking hands kissing her deeply and biting her neck as the head of my pulsating hard cock slips into her tight wetness. Gasping she stretches around me and I moan, grabbing her ass and lifting her up. She throws her legs around me and I turn and we fall onto the bed.

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Slippery tight flesh grows hotter and wetter and I feel myself tingling and with a hard deep thrust I release my hot steaming cum inside her in an ecstatic explosion! Our body’s writhing together wet and spent.

Slowly slowing down I kiss her passionately and feel her cum and mine mixed together as we gyrate together, wracked by the after throws.

For three days we stayed in my trailer, she told me she had never had some of the things I did to her, and she liked it. As I got ready to take her home she confessed to me that she had never used a vibrator before, and as we drove I couldn’t help but fantasize about using one on her for the first time, but that’s another story.

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Please read parts 1 & 2 and then come on back! Author’s note: all characters in this story are 18 years or older.

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It turns out my father had an unexpected meeting in town and had come back for a few days. It was nice to have him around for a little while, but all I could think about was the feeling of my hand in between Angela’s legs, the way her mound felt through her panties, and that brief moment when I sucked on her nipple. These blissful and intense thoughts clouded my mind and nothing else mattered for those few days.

Angela took it all in her stride, reverting to her usual manner of being a warm, supportive parental figure without showing any sign to my father that she and I had shared some transgressive intimate moments. I wasn’t sure if any of it had meant anything to her, or if her free and easy ways made it natural for her to just do those sorts of things with her step-son, or perhaps anyone.

The afternoon of my dad’s unexpected arrival, I found Angela snoozing on the couch, wearing a long dress; not particularly revealing, but still pretty. My father was in the shower. I sat down next to her but she didn’t stir. I ran my fingers through her hair, as she always did to me, but she still didn’t respond. I put my hand on her shoulder, then, unable to forget our encounter from a few hours before, started to gently stroke her breast. She wriggled around.

“I’m not in the mood, honey,” she said and moved a little to cover herself up, then opened her eyes and saw me. “Oh,” she said, “it’s you.” I guess she thought it had been my dad, which made sense. Her response certainly had been revealing. “And what exactly are you up to, young man?” she said in her usually mock-parental way. “Do you really want your father to see you sitting like this with his wife?”

“He’s in the shower, I can still hear it running,” I replied.

“That’s hardly the point.”

As was usually the case these days, Angela didn’t tell me “No,” exactly, but merely expressed that it was wrong. I put my hand on her shoulder again and she didn’t say anything, but actually moved her arm so she was no longer covering herself. My hand slipped to her breast. Angela didn’t say anything, so I softly began to caress her again, as I had done quite a few times by now. It still felt amazing to me, the most beautiful and exciting sensation in the world. She looked me in the eye and I could sense her desire.

“What do you think your father would do if he saw you doing that?” she said. I didn’t stop touching her, because as usual she didn’t tell me to stop. After a few moments, she said, “Are you still thinking about that girl?” I understood that Angela had allowed me to touch her like this because Hannah had broken up with me, or used that as an excuse to allow me. It was obvious now that she liked this attention from me, but still wanted the excuse. I didn’t answer and gently squeezed her nipple through her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

Angela wriggled around and let out a sigh. I went on touching her tit and she just lay there, watching me. “You know, Michael, I only let you touch me like this because you were sad about hannah breaking it off with you,” she said.

“And what about that massage?” I asked, continuing to feel her up.

“Didn’t you have a sore back?”

I didn’t answer. Angela seemed to relax, and let her hand fall onto my leg. She gave my thigh a little squeeze, which felt wonderful. We looked at each other for a moment and then became aware that the water in the shower upstairs had stop running. “OK, then,” Angela said abruptly and got up. “I need to get ready. We’ve got company coming over then we’re all going out,” she said and trotted off perkily. I watched her as she left and I felt warm when she turned and smiled and waved.

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Later that night, a married couple, Ted and Jane, came to the house and everyone was drinking and laughing in the kitchen. They had a teenage daughter named Lucy, but I felt a little awkward and shy and so decided to stay in my room. After a little while, there was a knock on my door and a call for me to come out because we were all going out to eat.

“C’mon,” said my father. “I have this awesome rental car, let’s all squeeze in,” he suggested and there was some discussion as to how we’d all fit. There would be six people in one car, but my dad insisted because he wanted to show off the “awesome” sound system to Ted. Jane suggested that Lucy sit on Ted’s knee but there was much eye-rolling so we were back to square one. Finally, my father came up with a plan that everyone was happy with, although if he’d known what had been happening in his absence, I’m certain he wouldn’t have suggested it.

“Ted, you’re up front with me. Ang, babe, you sit on Mike’s lap in the back with Jane and Lucy.” Yes. It was perfect. Angela looked at me with a half-smile and shrugged. I pretended to be annoyed but sat down in the back seat excitedly. Everyone piled into the car and Angela made a point of apologizing newcratos before sitting across my legs. Instinctively, I put my arms around her waist and in her soft summer dress she smelled and felt fantastic.

The car started and Angela relaxed onto me, her ass planted directly on top of my cock which was growing in size rapidly. We hit a few bumps as we moved down the driveway, her body rubbed against me and I became further aroused. Within a minute or two I was rock solid, and Angela giggled at little. She had already had a couple of glasses of wine and was clearly feeling loose.

“You OK back there, Michael?” my dad called out.

“Oh, he’s having a bit of a hard time but he’ll be alright,” Angela said with a faint laugh and looked at me. She smiled a little then shook her head as if reproaching me for some naughty schoolboy behavior. “I can tell you’re happy,” she then whispered in my ear. My hands explored her belly and waist a little and made a few discreet brushes against her tits, which were large and hard to avoid. I was in bliss and thankfully, our destination appeared to be a while away.

“Keep your hands to yourself, bad boy,” Angela whispered in my ear when my hands brushed against her tit for the third or fourth time.

“Keep your ass to yourself,” I whispered back. Angela looked at me again and it was clear she was stifling a laugh. Her eyes still locked on mine, and she wriggled around a little, getting an obvious feel of my hard dick against her ass.

“Bad boy,” she whispered again and my hand “accidentally” grabbed onto her tit as the car went over a speed bump. After another bump, my hand landed once again on her tit and I decided to leave it there. She was wearing a cardigan, so no one else could see. I squeezed her a little and I felt an unmistakable rubbing motion from her backside against me. After a minute or so, Angela whispered in my ear, “it’s alright now, baby, you can let go,” and we both laughed.

“OK, we’re here!” My dad said as we pulled up to the restaurant at last.

“You gonna be OK to walk, mister?” Angela whispered to me, apparently referring to my massive erection. “It might be a little hard for you,” she said and laughed out loud, then added “or not that little.” Everyone was getting out of the car so didn’t pay too much attention. I blushed and Angela gave me a little peck on the cheek. “Don’t worry, it’s OK,” she said sweetly. Then, after one last wriggle, she sat up and stepped onto the sidewalk. I did my best to conceal the bulge in my pants, but it wasn’t going to be easy.

It was a 2 minute walk to the place, and Angela walked beside me, everyone else paired off. She looked down and checked out my pants and then looked up at me with an eyebrow raised. “Why did you bring a pickle with you? You know they have food at this restaurant,” she said and laughed again. She was borderline drunk, but still adorable. She was clearly enjoying my discomfort, but I loved her attention, especially as she seemed to admire my size. Unfortunately, our time together was cut short when Ted tried to start up a conversation between his daughter and I.

Lucy was nice enough, and actually pretty attractive, but I couldn’t get my mind off Angela. My attention drifted and I was lousy company during the meal. My father had a drink or two as well and I thought was behaving badly. He made several dismissive comments to Angela and I could tell she was irritated with him.

I began to look forward to the drive home, and when the time came, I wasn’t disappointed. “Here we go again, babe,” Angela said to me as she sat down on my knee. This time, she put her arms around my neck and pushed her tits against my chest. My hands found her waist and it didn’t take long for my cock to get hard again and press up against her ass. She looked at me and shifted her body a little. I couldn’t tell exactly, but it felt as if she had positioned her most tender female part directly on the pole pressing out of my pants. She looked at me and I saw a fire in her eye.

“You could have taken that pickle out of your pocket, boy. It’s really sticking into me,” she said and wriggled around. She pulled a face, in order to prevent herself laughing out loud and I went bright red. We went over a speed bump and I took the moment to put a hand on her breast, under her cardigan. “Oops!” She said and giggled. She cuddled up closer to me and I felt her breathing in my ear. She started grinding on me slowly, but her full weight was down on me. I could hear and feel her breathing increase, she was intoxicated and aroused. She let out a little moan and I gave her tit a squeeze. “Yeah,” she whispered and I felt her tremble slightly.

The car was dark, conversation was lively and no one seemed to notice what Angela was doing. She put her mouth on my ear and her breathing was intense. She continued shifting her body on me, slow but with purpose, and I heard her make a little squeak, which would have been inaudible to everyone else in the newcratos giriş car. I continued massaging her tit and the feeling of her rubbing on my cock was wild. In the middle of all that, my father called back.

“Say, Ang, what was the name of that place we went to last month, that Italian place?”

Snapping out of her dream-like state and sitting still again, Angela picked her head up and after fumbling her words for a moment, replied, “Um…Bravo. It was called Bravo.”

“That’s right,” my father said and then went on with his conversation with Ted and Jane.

Angela whispered in my ear, “OK, hands off, boy,” and I moved my hand down to her waist. I was still hard, but the moment was over. I was flustered, hot and sweating, but Angela appeared to have regained her composure, which was typical for her. None of this was a big deal for her and she always seemed to take any kind of encounter in her stride. For me however, this little car ride would haunt my dreams for months.

We pulled up at the house and Angela turned to me with a knowing look and smiled. As everyone was getting out of car, she whispered to me, “How dare you touch me like that. I ought to slap your face.” Then, she walked away, into the house. I had no idea if she was serious but I tried to not let it worry me. Angela had clearly been turned on by me, so I felt good.

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A few days later, my father left again. The first thing I noticed about Angela after he had gone was that seem to be more relaxed and dressed more casually again. By casually, I mean, her clothing was more revealing. I wasn’t certain if she did this for my benefit, because she liked my attention or simply because my father didn’t like her to dress that way. Whatever the case, I certainly noticed and was continually getting caught staring at her.

The morning after my father left, I went into the kitchen. Wearing adorable little short shorts, Angela was standing, leaning over the counter, her ass perched in the air like a succulent piece of ripe fruit ready to be plucked. She was reading the paper, whistling a little tune and I just stood there for a moment, admiring. “Hi there,” she said calmly, but didn’t turn around. I was overwhelmed by the urge to slap her ass and was lost in the idea of doing just that when she turned around and smiled at me. Her camel toe was almost enough to make me come and my eyes wandered all over her.

“You look cute,” I said, grabbing a slice of toast.

“I know I do,” she said coyly and went about her business. “Are you out tonight?”

“Yes, I’m meeting up with Will and those girls. Is that OK?”

“Of course it’s OK, babe. You have a nice time. Just be home by 11 and I will too.”

“Oh, you’re going out?”

“Yup,” she said and didn’t anything more. The thought crossed my mind that Angela might be seeing someone, but I tried not to worry about that. I left for school, and tried to enjoy my day, one of the last until graduation. That evening, as planned, I met up with Will as well as our dates, Gina and Natalie. As planned, we had food at a local diner before heading to an arcade to play video games.

Natalie sat down next to me and looked very sweet. She was a pretty girl and was easy to socialize with. Gina and Will engaged in a little kissing which made it a little awkward for me. Natalie looked at me and I moved in and kissed her on the lips. She didn’t object. The kiss felt good and lingered nicely. As I pulled away, she looked at me cutely and I felt chemistry between us, though the food arrived at that moment so that was that. There was another little kiss at the end of the evening, but as usual, I went home frustrated.

Later that night, I lay in bed, feeling horny from the sweet kisses from Natalie and started jerking off. I was alone, so didn’t worry about locking my door or turning off my light. Normally, I would watch something on the internet, but I was stimulated enough with the memories of my evening and my recent car journey with Angela. I pulled the covers down and stroked my cock, eyes closed, losing myself in the moment. It wouldn’t take me long to reach orgasm. A few minutes later, I felt something stir and opening my eyes, saw Angela standing in my doorway, apparently watching me.

I stopped masturbating and with my hard dick pointing at the ceiling, stared at shock at her. I felt frozen and it was a few moments before I was able to react and pull the covers up. Of course, by then, Angela had had a long, good look at my cock and had probably seen everything I had been doing. I looked up again and she was gone. “I’m home!” she called out, and I could hear amusement in her voice. I grabbed the book I had been reading and lay there, trying to appear nonchalant. I could hear Angela pottering around in the kitchen, and then her footsteps approaching my room. I tried to compose myself.

“Can I come in, honey?” she said in a sweet voice and I replied in the affirmative. She walked over and sat down on my bed next to me. She was wearing a black low cut dress, high-heeled boots and looked sensational. I immediately noticed her sweet smell and felt drawn to her, though was embarrassed at what had just happened. “So I take it you didn’t have much success on your date, sweetie?” she said. I felt crappy then.

“The date was fine.”

“It’s OK, Michael. Everyone does it, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” I didn’t reply, but felt mortified that she would bring it up. I made a pained face, and she ran her fingers through my hair to try and comfort me. “Don’t worry, honey, it won’t be long before you get a real girlfriend,” she said, then paused. “But that doesn’t mean you will stop touching yourself. Everyone does that, because it feels good.”

“Even you, Angela?”

“Michael!” she said in admonishment of my suggestion that she too pleasured herself.

“Well…I…you, er…”

“Want me to leave you to it?”

“So you can leave and take care of yourself too?” I said, feeling bold now. I was half annoyed and half turned on, wanting to have fun with her.

“Michael, I swear to god. You’re a naughty, cheeky boy.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” I said with a smile.

“Fine. Yes, of course, I’m like everyone else and…”

“Touch yourself for pleasure?”

She sighed. “Yes, I suppose so,” she replied after a pause.

“You suppose so, what?”

“Michael Joplin. Don’t push it,” she said sternly, but I could tell she was amused. “Anyway, did you like your date?”

“Yes, Natalie was very nice.”

“Oh good. Do you think you’ll see her again?”

“Yes, I should think so, but…”

“But…?”

“She didn’t seem too…er…keen, y’know…”

“Well, treat her with respect, try to have a nice time, become friends and maybe things will develop…”

“Will and his date seemed to be, well, you know…” Angela looked at me sympathetically. “Angela, am I…not attractive?” I was feeling genuinely insecure. “Do I not have what girls want?”

“Babe, trust me, you have what girls want,” she said quickly then broke off. “Um…you’re a very lovely boy and any girl would be lucky to have you, OK?” I nodded, but didn’t want to let her comment go.

“What did you mean, “trust me”…?”

Angela gave me another funny look, then sighed and put her hand on my chest. “I meant…I’ve seen you, I…”

“Just now, you mean?”

Another pause and sigh. “Yes…you have what girls want, Michael, OK? Don’t be insecure.”

I needed more. “Is it…big enough?” Angela pulled a face, half awkwardness and half amusement.

“Yes, it’s big. It’s…very, um…” she stopped and I waited for her to go on, eyebrows raised. “Any girl would love to…” it was her turn to be embarrassed now.

“To what?”

“Michael, you perfectly well what!” she said and we both laughed. She leaned down, pressing her bosoms against my chest and gave me a loving kiss on the cheek. She stayed in that position and smiled. “You want me to leave so you can…”

“Continue masturbating?” I said with a naughty smile. Angela let out another sigh, but there was a glint in her eye. Purposefully, I looked down her shirt and caught sight of her magnificent chest. I wanted her to do it for me, to ease my frustration, to stroke my cock ’til I came. “No, I’d rather you stay,” I said at last. Angela sat up and smiled at me.

“OK, I can hang out for a few minutes but let me change, OK? This dress isn’t particularly comfy and I need to relax.” She walked away and I lay there, nervous, excited but not very hopeful that she would fulfill my dreams. She returned a few minutes later in her pink silky robe, done up tight, and a little trace of a white lace number underneath. She walked around to the other side of the bed, lifted up the covers a little, lay down and covered herself up. I realized then that I was completely nude, but decided not to say anything about it. She put her head down on a pillow and looked at me. She seemed a little sad.

“How was your evening, Angela?” I asked, laying down facing her. Our faces were about a foot apart and most of our upper bodies were revealed, mine bare, hers under her night clothes.

She sighed again. “It was…OK. Thank you for asking. You’re a very sweet boy.” I stretched out and pulled a face. “You alright, babe? Still sore?” I nodded. “Where’s it hurt, honey?” I was tempted to reply that my dick was hurting and needed stroking, but I resisted, indicating instead that my legs and back hurt. She moved a little closer to me and put her hand on my upper belly. My dick was still hard and she was inches away. “Want me to give you some quick relief?”

“Would that be appropriate, Angela?” I said jokingly.

‘Michael!” she said, laughing. You are such a bad boy!” Her hand made little figure eights on my belly and chest.

“I’m the bad one? After our little car journey together…?” I couldn’t help but bring it up. It had been on my mind constantly and we’d never mentioned it since it happened, three or four nights before.

“You’re right. I’m sorry about that, Michael. I was…”

“Turned on?”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

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My Niece Jessica Ch. 01

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It was the best summer which I have had for a long time but also was the summer which I have felt guilty about ever since. This was the first summer that my niece had come to visit in a very long time. It was the summer just after she graduated from high school and came up here to get away from things for a little while. The last time my niece came up to see us was when I had graduated high school. She was only 12 then so she had changed a lot. My parents and I were surprised when she wanted to come up here and spend some time with us. We thought something was up but after everything got settled we found out there really wasn’t anything up with the visit. It was just a nice summer visit.

We all made plans to pick her up at the airport late on Sunday night. We spent the weekend getting the house and her room ready for her month long visit with us. Now the problem that I had with this visit was that since I was only 6 years older than her at the time, my 25th birthday would be after she left, that she would be spending a lot of time with me and I really didn’t know what she would like to do. I knew how to have fun with my younger nephew but I was at a total blank on what to do with my niece. I called some friends to get their advice and drew up some plans for what to do while she was here. I was still feeling somewhat nervous when the day for her to arrive finally came. My parents went to pick her up at the airport while I did some last minute things like putting sheets on the bed and getting enough pillows for her. I went out to watch some TV until they came home. About 10 o’clock I heard a honk outside meaning they were home. I went outside and there they were walking up the walkway. When she finally reached me she gave me a tight hug and then walked inside. I kept watching her as my dad told me to go get her bags.

I couldn’t believe the luggage that she brought with her. She brought two suitcases and then some other bags with her. I couldn’t imagine what she want so many bags for her short time here. I finally put all her bags in her room and came out to the dining room where she was having some milk while talking to my parents. After sitting there for about 15 minutes my parents finally said they would be going to bed but told my niece I would be up for a while if she wanted to watch TV or something. She got up quickly and kissed both of my parents good night before I showed her where the guest room was and she disappeared for a little while. I was playing on the internet when I thought she just went to bed being so late. But about 11, there was a light tap at my door. I told them to come in and within seconds my niece came in. I looked up quickly smiling at her but then did a double take. She was wearing a tank top and thong panties. She looked at me like I was a freak when she sat down on my bed and starting playing with my television.

“I don’t think you should be wearing that in here,” I said leaning back in my chair as she stuck her tongue out at me.

“Why not? This is what I normally sleep in during the summer,” she said finally stopping on some channel.

“Well Jessica, I don’t think its appropriate. Just put on some shorts,” I said going into my drawer getting a pair of old cotton shorts.

She quickly got off the bed and put the shorts on before hopping back on the bed and watched whatever program was on. We starting making small talk about school and everything else that has been going on lately. We talked about why she decided to come up here before talk went to what we were going to do while she was here.

“Now I got some suggestions on what to do with you while you are here but if you have any ideas just throw them out there,” I said shutting Onwin down the computer and looking at her for the first real time.

She was about my height and skinny as a rail. I kept thinking how does she stay so thin with her father having one of those beer bellies. She had beautiful shoulder length brown hair and her eyes just could spend weeks just staring at them.

“Uncle…Uncle…Uncle Mike what the hell you staring at?” she was saying to me before I finally come out of my zone.

“Sorry you just look so much different than last time you came here. Anyway we can go to the mall, go to the movies, go play some miniature golf, go some places around town. My friends might be going to the lake and they said you are more than welcome to come as well. Otherwise I don’t know what else you would like to do. But tomorrow will be an easy day. We will get you settled and then we have some errands to run with your grandfather but mostly just a lay about day tomorrow.”

“You know that sounds terrific Uncle Mike. I think I am going to have a lot of fun here. But I think I will go to bed since its been a long day.”

Jessica got up from the bed kissing me on the forehead before leaving my room. I just sat there thinking for a little while until I decided to go to bed.

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The next day was pretty uneventful for the most part as we just ran some errands and otherwise just stayed around the house. That night after my parents went to bed my niece came back into my room wearing the same thing the night before including the shorts. She sat there flipping stations again while I answered some e-mails.

“What did you want to go tomorrow Jessica?” I said getting off the computer.

“Well…um I would like to go to the mall because I want to look around and pick some stuff up if you don’t mind.”

” Hey I have no problem. We will go tomorrow afternoon. Maybe treat you to lunch.”

Jessica seemed so happy about that when she finally settled on something to watch. Her expression changed as I looked at the television and she was watching some kind of skin flick on one of the movies and there was a love scene going on.

“I will turn this off if you want,” she said reaching for her remote.

“You are 18 so you can watch anything you want,” I said kind of nervously.

She watched for a little while before jumping up and saying she was going to bed. She left really quick and heard her door close. I stayed up for a little while after that not being able to go to bed. I finally decided to get up and get something to drink. When I left my room I heard some moaning coming from my niece’s room. I didn’t know if I should check on her or not so I very slowly and quietly opened my niece’s door and looked in. I saw her on her front reaching behind her playing with her pussy. I immediately closed the door and walked to the bathroom. I just tried to get the picture out of my head before going back to my bedroom. I finally fell asleep thinking of what was going to happen tomorrow.

The next afternoon we went to the mall as we planned. We decided to eat first before going shopping. We went to look through a lot of stores with her buying some books and perfume type stuff. Then we went walking past Victoria’s Secret. We stopped right in front with her looking in and I guess she finally got the courage to go in. I went to sit down on the bench but before to long she came out with a smile on her face.

“No way dude. You are going in with me,” she said grabbing my hand and pulling me inside.

While she was looking at all the different products, I was there looking around Onwin Giriş not trying to see what she was looking at as she was laughing the entire time. I finally found an area where they had some perfume nearby so I went over there looking through the perfume before my niece came back over and said we were done and walked out. She was so happy that I didn’t know what was going on. She then started pulling me to another department store. We came to the swimsuit section and she started going through different bikinis and such before taking some into the changing room leaving me there with her bags. After about 20 minutes she came out of the room and decided to buy three new suits which she begged me to buy for her since she really didn’t bring enough money today. Jessica did the puppy dog eye thing and before we knew it, I was paying for her new swimsuits.

After that she decided she was done shopping and headed for home. We didn’t talk much until almost home when she started laughing thing about what happened at Victoria Secret.

“What is so funny about it Jessica?” I said.

“You were turning so many different shades of red, it was just cute. That’s all,” she said while laughing some more. All I could do was shake my head and laugh about the whole thing.

We got home just in time to see some rain start to fall. We brought all her stuff in which my parents were asking what we bought. She told them some perfume, swimsuits and some books. My parents just shook their head as she took all her bags into her room. The rest of the evening went without trouble and about the same time as usual my parents went to bed and Jessica came into my room wearing her usual outfit now. I was laying in bed reading this time so she just climbed onto the bed next to me flipping through some stations. Just then some thunder and lightening went off scaring her half to death and coming right next to me.

“I absolutely hate lightening and thunder,” she said laying next to me.

“Oh it won’t last long they never do here,” I said while watching her flip stations.

About a half hour later she went to bed as I stayed up watching television. About an hour later as the lightening and thunder continued, there was a knock on my door and my niece walked in all frazzled. I looked at her expression and held up my hand before she could say anything.

“You can sleep here. Bring some stuff from your room so we can have something down the middle to separate us.”

She smiled and went into her room and before long brought in some pillows, blankets and other things to put between us. She turned out the light, but I could still make her out taking off the shorts and slipping into bed. I just laid there for a little while listening to her breathing get even and then I slowly drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning, I could feel the sunlight coming into my room as I opened my eyes a little bit still on my back. I yawned but kept my eyes closed. It was then I felt a hand slip into my shorts and start stroking my already hard dick. I thought it was all a dream as the sensation continued. But just a few minutes later, the hand dipped under my shorts to wear the hand was now stroking my cock without any covering. I started moaning a little bit thinking this is the best dream I have ever had. I started bucking my hips to me the thrusting of the fist as it continued to go faster and faster. In minutes I felt cum building up in my balls as my breathing got faster and so did the hand. It was then I exploded in my shorts and all over the person’s hand. My breather started to come down and I could feel myself start Onwin Güncel Giriş to smile as all of a sudden there is some laughing. It was then I realized I wasn’t dreaming at all and opened my eyes to see my niece taking her hand out of my shorts all covered with cum. She looked right at me and froze as she saw that I was awake now.

“I am so sorry uncle. I woke up about a half hour ago feeling something poking me in my butt. So I turned over and saw it was you. I was just so curious I am so sorry,” she said almost crying now.

“Its nothing to cry about. Its not right but nothing you should cry about. Just get cleaned up and I have to take a shower now but that is all right,” I said slowly getting out of bed.

I went and got the a towel and went into the bathroom. I was in there for a couple of minutes having the water run when all of a sudden I feel someone’s hand on my cock again. I turn around and see my niece in a pink bikini. She smiled as she continued to stroke me.

“I thought I would show you one of my bikini’s I bought yesterday. This is the one that is most revealing,” she said turning around taking her hand off my cock for a minute.

When she turned around I almost creamed myself because she was wearing the shortest thong that I have ever seen. It showed off almost her entire ass and just enough material in front to cover the promise land. This was also the first time that I realized she had to shave her pubic hair because otherwise everything would be showing. After she got turning around she began to stroke me once again while looking right in my eyes.

“I…don’t think we should be doing this. Your grandparents…oh god…could come in here at any minute.”

“Don’t worry Uncle Mike,” she whispered in my ear. “They left a note on the counter saying they would be out for a little while gathering some things but wanted to talk to us when they got home. So we have plenty of time for things. So what do you want to do today?” she asked as she starting pumping me harder.

“I don’t know, Jessica. You are…oh god…making it tough to think right now. I think I am about to shoot.”

Jessica started pumping faster and faster until I started shooting all over her hand once again. She giggled as she slowed down until taking her hand off my cock and rinsing it off in the shower. She laughed as she got out of the shower grabbing a towel that she had brought in.

“What do you want to do today Jessica?”

“Oh well I can think of a couple of things we could do today but lets see what they want to talk to us about.”

Without another word she left the bathroom leaving me wonder what the hell is going on and why am I letting her do this to me. I got out of the shower a couple of minutes later and got dressed. When I came out of my room, there were my parents sitting at the kitchen table not looking very well when I sat down across from Jessica.

“We have some bad news to tell you two,” my mother said. “Your grandmother had a heart attack and we are going to California for a while.”

There was not a word said as everyone continued looking at each other. Finally Jessica spoke up.

“So what is going to happen now?”

“Well Jessica,” my father said. “You can either go back home when we drive down or you can stay up here a while with your uncle as long as you don’t get in the way around here.”

Jessica smiled one of her evil smiles that I remembered when she was younger and I immediately started thinking there is going to be some trouble.

“If Uncle Mike doesn’t mind, I want to stay here for a while. He could always drive me back home if I have to go before my plane flight.”

Without getting a word in, everything was decided. My parents were going to California for at least a week leaving Jessica and I at the house alone. My thoughts immediately starting thinking about what plans did Jessica have after this morning. Only she knew and I would soon find out.

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