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“O.k. See you both this afternoon then,” called George Maxwell to his two daughters, both of who were still sleeping upstairs. He closed the front door and walked briskly to his car. Inside, the elder of the two girls, Tobi, rolled over on her bed and shook the dreams from her hair as she tried to wake herself. Still half asleep, she stumbled to her feet and moaned slightly as the blood rushed down through her taut, nineteen year old body. She’d been having the most exquisite dream, and now small fragments of it were returning to her memory.

Where had she been? Someone’s house, perhaps? Destinations were always hazy in dreams, though this place had seemed so familiar. She’d felt safe there, as comfortable as if it were her own home, yet she couldn’t quite remember specific details. Something purple, she thought, and the scent of vanilla maybe? Stepping onto the cold bathroom tiles, a shiver ran the length of her spine. It contributed to the tingle in her lower stomach and she involuntarily pushed a finger lazily inside the elastic of her camisole panties. Twirling it in the curls of her pubic hair, she toyed with the idea of sliding it down to her moistening slit. I’d better not, she thought. Anna is in the other room.

Anna was Tobi’s younger sister, though only by eighteen months or so, and she was right now rousing herself from a dream also. Knowing Tobi was already using the bathroom, she stretched out across the bed in search of warm spots, and tried to go back to sleep. After all, it was a Saturday and neither of them had any plans. Their father had left to attend an auction and they no longer lived with their mother so the house was empty, and no one would be back all day. Anna rolled onto her side and exhaled as her nipples dragged across the pillow. The movement brought her thighs together and the pressure released a delicious sensation that made her grind them against each other. Unlike Tobi, her dream was clear and, in some ways, still continuing. In it, she was asleep in her room, in this room, when she heard a feint knock at the door.

It was still dark, but she could make out the shadow of a woman standing by the entrance. Masked in a mass of hair – deep, auburn and long – the woman’s face was hidden as was her tiny body, beneath a silk bathrobe. Though Anna didn’t know who it was, she felt calm and non threatened and, in the dream, rolled onto her front to continue sleeping. A breeze swept across her legs and she because aware that the sheets had slipped from her body and that her baby-doll nightie had ridden high on her thighs, exposing the cottontail panties she was wearing beneath. Remembering the presence in her room, she reached down to pull the nightie into place but froze when she felt a hand gently come to rest on her leg. Tracing patterns in the darkness, the woman drew her fingers delicately over the back of Anna’s knee, then up further to her thigh, climbing higher, higher…

At this point she’d woken, frustrated. Even in her dreams, she couldn’t get a release. You see, though Anna had dated many boys, and had been immensely popular at high school, she was still a virgin. It had always been her choice and she was comfortable with it. That’s the kind of girl she was and, whilst she watched her girlfriends get coerced into “giving it up” for a half bottle of Plymouth, something about all those misguided fumblings across the back seats of cars had convinced her to wait; convinced her to hold out for something more. The boys she’d dated had been just that: boys, with little of the sexual prowess she needed if she was going to hit her peak. Their rough finger jabs at her crutch and panicked groping of her breasts did nothing but cause her extreme discomfort and them intense confusion and it was always a relief to everyone when she would assume control and slide her lips down their chests, over the heads of their throbbing cocks. She loved giving head and, if the whispers around school were anything to go by, she was good at it. Getting these goons off is about as hard as taking off my bra, she thought as she slowly ground her thighs together.

She was tempted to play with herself. Here, alone in her room, no one would know. But the truth is, she’d never done it. It wasn’t an issue of privacy. It had just never felt right and she wasn’t about to start now. So, here she was, a gorgeous eighteen year old brunette in the prime of her sexual life, and still yet to have ever had an orgasm.

Meanwhile, Tobi had no such reservations. Standing under the hot stream of the shower, she was massaging her small breasts whilst enjoying the sensations of the water cascading down her body. bursa eskort bayan Tobi was a knockout. She turned heads and she knew it. The complete sexual antithesis to her sister, her quest for pleasures of the flesh could almost be described as compulsive and she had a list of encounters that was as long as it was detailed. Now towelling off, her petite a-cup breasts shook liberally as she dabbed at her spectacularly enlarged nipples and she paused to pull languidly upon them once more. Further down, errant drops of water traversed her perfect stomach before pooling in a thick triangle of dark pubic hair that nestled itself between her shapely hips. As she pulled the silk bathrobe over her shoulders, fastening it loosely at her tiny waist, her hand graced a rough patch on her inner thigh and she reached for a tub of vanilla moisturising cream.

As Tobi was passing her younger sister’s room, she heard a moan and poked her head in to investigate. “Morning sleepyhead,” she said. “What’cha…” Tobi stopped mid sentence as she realised Anna was in fact still asleep. The sheets had been kicked off and her nightie had ridden up far enough to display the tops of her panties, however this wasn’t what caused Tobi to raise a hand to her mouth to stifle giggles. In her dream state, Anna was grinding her pelvis demurely against a pillow that was wedged between her thighs and moaning softly. Tobi was amazed. She knew of her little sister’s aversion to masturbation and never would have believed the scene in front of her, had she not been seeing it with her own eyes. Anna’s breathing was heavier now and Tobi smiled. She knew the signs well enough to know that Anna was reaching one hell-uv-an-orgasm, and she’d be damned if she was gonna miss out on seeing her little sister’s first big cum. “Wow, what a dream you must be having,” whispered Tobi as Anna’s movements against the pillow became more frenetic. Unable or unwilling to control herself, Tobi slipped a hand inside her robe and again resumed tugging at her nipples whilst her other hand fell between her thighs. Finding her clitoris, she sighed with pleasure and leaned back, eager to match her sister’s every move, however she misjudged the distance between herself and the doorframe. Feeling as though she was going to fall, Tobi threw a foot back to regain balance but the shift in her body weight caused her to crash against the door.

Anna woke with a start. She was sweating profusely and inexplicably confused.

“What, where…Tobi, what are you…what am I…” Anna looked at her sister who was trying to regain her balance. Her silk robe had fallen open completely and her legs were splayed lewdly, displaying her still-glistening pussy lips. The tub of moisturising cream had overturned and the air was thick with a delicious vanilla aroma. Anna looked down at the pillow in between her legs and became aware that her crotch was throbbing. She started to panic.

“What have you done?” she squealed. Her brain was fumbling for an explanation and she was turning red with embarrassment. She couldn’t be sure, but deep down she had a good idea of what she’d been doing, and the thought repulsed her. What’s more, she knew Tobi has been watching.

“What were you doing? Were you watching me?” Anna was scrambling to pull herself together, checking all her clothing to ensure she wasn’t ‘showing’ like her sister had been, whilst still trying to determine exactly what had just happened.

Tobi, meanwhile, didn’t even bother to pull her robe together. Instead, she just rose to an upright position and stood there, smiling. She was busted and she knew it.

“You were! You were watching me,” screamed Anna. The blood was rising to her face and she was now a deep shade of crimson. “GET OUT,” she screamed. “GET OUT, YOU FUCKING PERVERT.”

Tobi laughed. “Me? Perverted? I just watched you fuck yourself with a pillow.” She casually started tracing circles on her exposed stomach.

“WHAT? What are you talking about? I wasn’t…I didn’t…” Anna was totally flustered. She didn’t know what to say and instead just sat there shaking her head, wishing the world would just swallow her whole. “Oh, but you were,” smirked Tobi, “and you did, little sister. I watched the whole thing.” Try as she might, Anna knew it must be true. Defeated, she buried her head into the very same pillow that she’d been fucking only a minute ago and started to cry. A rush of sympathy rose quickly within Tobi and, ridden with guilt, she moved to comfort her little sister.

“Heeeeey sis,” she said as she stepped toward the bed. “Listen, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. ”

“It’s bursa otele gelen eskort bayan easy for you to say,” Anna sobbed into the pillow. “You fuck anything. You’re a sexual freak!”

Tobi bristled with anger, but remained calm. “Why? Because I know what I like and I’m not afraid to get it?” Tobi’s voice dropped an octave or so and she said, in a whisper, “You were almost there, weren’t you. About to have your very first orgasm.”

“What?” Anna stopped crying and looked up at her sister. Her eyes were puffy and red. “But how did you…” “I overheard one of the guys saying that getting you off is like working a rock.”

Anna started crying again.

“Heeeeey, don’t worry,” said Tobi. “I told that jerk right in front of his friends that it must be something to do with his technique.” Tobi laughed sardonically. “He won’t be saying that again for a while.”

“You don’t understand,” sniffled Anna. “I wanna have one. I really do. What’s wrong with me, Tobi?” Her voice was shaky and Tobi knew she had to move quickly to stop another teary outburst. She sat on the bed and shifted her weight closer to her little sister. “Baby, nothing’s wrong. How’s a girl supposed to cum with limp dicks like those controlling the scene?”

She reached out and rested her hang lightly on Anna’s exposed thigh. Drawing her fingers back and forth, she continued. “The secret is to know your body. No one’s gonna help you.”

“But that means touching myself,” protested Anna, “and I can’t do that Tobi. Its revolting.”

Anna had stopped crying now, and had noticed Tobi’s hand that was slowly shifting higher. Was Tobi seducing her?

Rather than protest, she felt a familiar warmth return to her cunt. “You know,” said Tobi mischeviously, “I could show you.” Anna froze. She’d been hoping this was the direction they were heading but now she was unsure what to say, or do. Noticing her tension, Tobi quickly added, “I mean, just this once… to get you started.” She leaned closer still and whispered breathlessly, “Would you like that? Would you like me to show you?”

Anna said nothing but instead turned her head so that her mouth was inches from her sister’s. She parted her lips slightly and moved closer still. Tobi met her halfway and their mouths connected softly in a short, open-mouthed kiss. As they drew back, their bottom lips clung briefly together before breaking free. Anna moved again and this time, as she met Tobi once more, she explored deeply with her tongue. Moaning, Tobi slid her hand under the bottom of the eighteen year old’s nightie and caressed her stomach. The cold impact of flesh on flesh caused Anna to gasp but she relaxed as the hand continued its journey all the way to her breasts. Cupping first the left one and then the right, Tobi kneaded gently the fleshy orbs, delighting in the sponginess and feel of her sister’s slightly larger tits.

She rolled her thumb and forefinger gently around the nipples, eliciting a groan. Anna moved a hand to reciprocate the pleasure but Tobi pushed it away. Taking both hands, she raised Anna’s nightie up and over her head, revealing her delectable assets.

“Lie back,” Tobi cooed. “This is about you, remember.” Anna did as she was told, sighing blissfully at the attention she was receiving. Swinging a leg over her waist, Tobi straddled her sister and peered straight into her eyes. “I’m gonna give you what you’ve been holding out for,” she whispered. “Are you ready to cum, little sister?” Anna gulped, then nodded and with that Tobi dropped her mouth directly over Anna’s left nipple and began to suck.

“Oh, God,” Anna gasped. Never had anyone made her feel as horny as she felt right now. She though of what she must look like, lying there in nothing but her tiny cotton panties whilst her sister frantically worked her nipples with her mouth, and it made her even hornier.

Tobi lifted her head and again looked Anna in the eye. A thick strand of saliva stretched from Tobi’s lower lip all the way to the nipple she’s been working and she wore a smile seductive enough to stop traffic. Anna knew her sister was hot, but she’d never seen her as hot as she looked right now. “We’re only just beginning,” she rasped, and another bolt of pleasure shot through Anna’s body as Tobi greedily slurped the saliva back into her mouth. Lowering her head over Anna’s stomach, she squirmed her tongue right into her sister’s navel whilst clawing her nails down both of Anna’s sides. “Holy shit,” bucked Anna. She was extremely ticklish and the nails felt like they were hitting every nerve centre in her body. bursa eve gelen escort She bucked as she said it, throwing her entire pelvis off the bed and Tobi, seeing the opportunity, immediately slipped both her hands under Anna’s ass, cupping a soft cheek in each palm. As Anna landed, Tobi squeezed and Anna groaned in pleasure and rolled onto her side.

This merely facilitated the easy removal of her panties, and Tobi grabbed the elastic and yanked them down off Anna’s hips and over her knees to reveal a delicate, virginal and almost untouched pussy, capped with a perfect triangle of manicured pubic hair. “Oh my,” she gasped as the final piece in Anna’s naked puzzle was revealed. “What? What?” Anna panicked and reached to cover herself but Tobi pushed her back in the bed. “Your cunt,” she said. “It’s so beautiful.” Pushing her thighs apart to get a better look, she giggled and said, “You little minx. I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this for so long.” Tobi leaned forward to within an inch of her sister’s pussy and inhaled deeply. “Ooh, don’t you smell good,” she breathed. “Time for the main course.”

Anna fell back onto the bed again just as her sister began to lightly blow cool air across the lips of her now very wet pussy. Never in her life had she felt this good and things were only getting better. Very gently, Tobi dragged her fingers up Anna’s inner leg, starting at the ankle, up over the calf, past the knee and up the thigh. As she reached Anna’s inner thigh, she exerted more pressure and Anna, ever responsive, arched her back and thrust her pussy forward into Tobi’s face. At this, Tobi extended her tongue and laid one long lick from bottom to top right up the centre of the pussy in front of her. “Oh oh oh,” moaned Anna, thrusting her hips forward and reaching out for anything within arms length. Her hands found the top of Tobi’s head and she pulled her sister’s face forward, burying it into her sopping cunt. Tobi again slipped two hands under Anna’s arse and tightly squeezed and groped her cheeks as she mashed her lips and tongue against the cunt she now owned.

“Oh Gaaaaawwdd,” screamed Anna. There was a warmth building inside her now that she’d never felt and she knew it was the beginning of an orgasm; her first orgasm. “Oh Tobi, oh..oh..don’t stop,” she cried as her sister licked and chewed at every corner of her cunt, pulling at her arse in an effort to push her tongue even further inside. Tobi was worked hard, slathering her tongue up and down her sister’s labia. She had plenty of experience with girls, and ate out a number of her friends on a regular basis, but this was special. She badly wanted to be the first to bring her sister to orgasm, and to taste the flood of cum that was going to explode all over her pretty face. Showing an expertise constructed from years of practice, she calculatingly and patiently avoided the clitoris. She was saving that for the grand finale. Judging by how hard Anna was bucking her body, she knew it wouldn’t be long.

Taking one of her hands from the young, firm arse cheek she’d been molesting, she swept it over the top and planted two fingers squarely on either side of the clitoris, exerting pressure as she licked and sucked all of the moisture that was now liberally flooding out of Anna’s pussy. Anna, in turn, tightened her grip on Tobi’s hair.

The girls were so lost in their passion that neither of them heard the car pulling in the driveway. Anthony, their father, had forgotten some things and decided to swing past the house to collect them.

“Uurrgghh,” groaned Anna at the clitoral stimulation. The pressure inside her was so strong now that she needed nothing but to release it, and there wasn’t a mouth in the world that she’d rather release it into. She balled Tobi’s hair in her fists and ground her cunt into the hungry face. And Tobi, knowing it was time to send her sister over the edge, pushed two fingers of the hand that had been working the clitoris deep inside Anna’s cunt. They slid in easily.

“Oh…oh…oh…oh…Fuuuuccckkkkk.”

With the other hand she reached up and pulled frantically at her sister’s nipples.

“Fuck…fuck….fuck….fuuuuuuuucckkkk.”

And with her mouth, she pursed both lips around the clitoris, applying pressure, and sucked hard!

“Fuck…Tobi…God…This..is…it….I’m gonna, I’m gonna, I’m gonna…”

Both of the girls heard the front door open, and the sound of heavy footsteps in the hallway. Panic ensued.

“Shit! It’s Dad,” Tobi cursed, and before Anna could do anything, she tore her fingers out of her sister’s cunt, scrambled off the bed and grabbed her robe.

“Noooooooooooooo,” groaned Anna, frantically clutching at Tobi’s hair as it fell through her fingertips.

“Nooooooooooo,” she cried as the sensations started to subside inside her and the pressure fell away to a dull throb.

“Noooooooooooo,” she shouted into the pillow as Tobi left the room.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

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I went to the refrigerator and grabbed myself a beer. I might as well be relaxed seeing as how this afternoon will probably be the worst afternoon of my life. I sat down on the couch and flipped on the tv only half-ass watching it for the moment. 2 o’clock quickly turned to 3 and I knew that both Alex and Veronica should be coming soon. I was halfway through my 3rd beer by then. I had a little bit of a buzz going, but I didn’t really give a damn. I heard the sound of a car pulling up to the driveway and lazily waited on the couch for the unknown visitor. When the door opened, I thought it was Alex, but seeing as how everything else was going wrong today, it ended up being Veronica. A pair of conservative khaki shorts, a sleeveless white turtleneck, and a pair of white tennis shoes now replaced her navy suit from this morning. Hell at least in times of crisis she still looked like a million bucks.

“Good afternoon,” she said calmly, “God you look like shit.” She added.

“Thanks.” I said not really caring and not making any attempt to get her a beverage or speak to her for that matter.

“I can hardly wait to speak to Alex about all this.” she said sarcastically.

I raised my hand in the air, “Let me speak to her.” I said.

Moments later we heard the sound of Alex’s Camry pulling into the driveway. With moments, Alex came through the door. Her eyes immediately darted to Veronica who stood in the entryway to the kitchen. “Hey Mom.” She said suspiciously. “What are you doing here, shouldn’t you still be at work?” Alex shrugged off her backpack and coat leaving them in the hallway.

Veronica stepped forward. “Well sweety, your Father and I have something to talk to you about.”

I stood up and walked to Alex who now stood in the middle of the livingroom and guided her to the couch to sit with me. “Sweetheart, your Mother came by this morning to talk to me about us. You know that things have been different around here for the past couple months.” I said.

Alexis’s eyes darted to Veronica then back to me again. I read the dread that lingered in her eyes. “You guys are getting a divorce aren’t you?” she interrupted questioningly.

I stared at her long and hard knowing that she already knew and had probably had suspicions about it for quite awhile.

“Well honey, your Mother and I think that it’s best if we do go our separate ways yes. We both have agreed that a divorce is best for both of us.” I said to her. Her eyes glazed over lightly.

Veronica stepped forward. “Honey we know this is hard for you….” She said before being given a fiery glare from Alex.

“Hard for you?!!” Alexis yelped, standing up. “ You don’t know anything!”

Veronica stood frozen in place as Alex yelled. I watched as a single tear ran down her left cheek. “You’ve never been here. You’re always at your god damned office or out with that guy.” She started blurting out almost everything she could think of. “I’ve seen him waiting in the car for you when you come by to pick up a pair of clothes or to pick up your mail. Don’t you think I fucking see anything?!!” she screamed.

Veronica bursa escort bayanlar crossed her arms, a cold stare frozen on her face. “Now young lady I will not have you speak to me that way! Your father is as much to blame for this as I am.”

Alex rolled her eyes and gave a hurtful laugh. “Yeah right, whatever you say.”

I stood up, putting my arm over Alex. “Sweetheart don’t speak to your Mother that way. I know you’re upset, I am too.”

Alex quickly dismissed my comforting hand and stormed up the stairs to her bedroom without another word, leaving both Veronica and I frozen in place staring at eachother. Veronica grabbed her purse off the counter and looked at me. “Well,” she said, “ I think that went over nicely. I think she needs to cool off. I will give you a call most likely Wednesday to let you know about when I’ll be over to collect my things.”

I nodded, my only concern right now was Alex. Veronica left without another word as I climbed the steps to Alex’s room. The door was locked and I could hear the loud humming of that teen bop music she listens to blasting. I decided it best if I let her be by herself for awhile, no need making it worse by talking about it now. I went downstairs and started dinner. It looked like I’d be eating alone tonight.

*****

I cooked up some spaghetti and left the rest for Alex if she decided to come down. It was about 6 and she still hadn’t come down from her room. I didn’t much blame her though. The way I was feeling right now, I wouldn’t have been much for company anyway. I decided to eat in the diningroom. We hardly ever used that room anymore. I didn’t want to watch tv tonight. I just wanted to eat in quiet, even if it was by myself. I sat at the end where I normally sat when Veronica, Alex, and I would all eat together some years ago. At the memory, I felt my eyes water. God, why was this happening? I’m losing my wife and maybe even my daughter. I could handle losing Veronica, but not Alex; never Alex…..

I slowly let my head fall in my hands and softly cried in silence. I didn’t know what to do now, what was the next step? How do I rebuild my life? I picked up my plate and threw the whole thing into the garbage, going back to the dining room table and resuming my previous thoughts. I could help but think that I’d be alone for the rest of my life.

“Daddy?” I heard Alexis’s voice behind me as I quickly wiped the few tears on my face.

“Yyy-yes sweetheart?” I replied. “You all right?” I asked not turning around.

Alex walked over to my side standing beside me. “Yeah I guess so. I’m just upset and hurt. I can’t believe Mom would do this to us.” She put her hand on my shoulder and I covered it with my own, stroking her hand gently.

“We’ll be all right. As long as we have each other.” I whispered. I held her hand gently, rubbing it in my own. Her other hand went to my other shoulder as her hand rubbed at the tension.

“I’m so sorry Dad. I hate seeing you unhappy. I don’t know what to do sometimes.” She said softly. “I’ve watched you turn from this happy, wonderful guy, to this man who just bayan sarisin escort bursa doesn’t do anything but work. And I know it’s because of her and it drives me nuts.” She explained. Her hands were now both massaging the tension in my neck, lightly feathering her fingers outward to stroke at my neck and jaw. I closed my eyes slowly relishing in the comforting feel of my daughter’s soft hands.

“I know I’ve been unhappy babygirl. I knew this would happen sooner or later, I just don’t know quite what to do now.” I said honestly. Her hands stroked from my jaw, downward to the center of my chest. I was enjoying her touch more than she knew. I loved Alex so much. I didn’t want her to leave me, ever. If she ever left me, I’d die. I sighed softly as I thought.

“I love you Daddy.” She whispered into my ear, her lips brushing against my ear lobe. I could’ve sworn I felt her wet tongue touch my ear, but then again it could’ve been my imagination playing tricks on me. I grabbed her hands and held them on my chest. My heart was pounding with love for this girl. I looked up at Alex and was surprised when she sat on my lap. Despite my sadness over the day’s events, my cock was hard and aroused. I didn’t care though, I just wanted to hold my daughter. I put my arms around her and hugged her tight.

“I love you too babygirl, don’t you ever forget that okay?” I asked and kissed her cheek lightly. She looked at me softly, her big eyes warming my broken heart. She softly placed a loving kiss against my cheek, reciprocating. I smiled warmly. “You’re so wonderful.” I told her. “If you weren’t my daughter…….” I started breaking off as I realized what I was insinuating. Her hands rested against my broad chest, massaging the muscles there. I held her hips gently, squeezing lightly as her body shifted. I leaned forward and placed a butterfly kiss upon her neck whispering again that I loved her. Her head leaned back and I took it as my sign to kiss her neck more firmly. I continued soft kisses along her neckline adding gentle nibbles as I went. My hands squeezed at her hips more urgently. Her hands feathered over my shoulders as she continued to allow me access to her young flesh.

“Oh Daddy…” she interrupted, “Why did it take you so long?”

I realized then that she had been wanting my love for I’m not sure how long. She had been waiting patiently for me, trying to entice me, but I never quite caught on. The thought made my cock twitch with desire even more so now that I knew the truth of her words. I slowly stood from the chair, continuing to hold my daughter in my arms. I placed her small frame on the edge of the table, my lips never once leaving the soft curve of her neck.

“I want you sweetheart.” I whispered in a somewhat raspy voice. I slowly lifted the cotton tee, which covered her upper body, continuing the same process with her bra and discarding them next to us. Her small breasts heaved in excitement as I gently held each one within my hand. Alex laid her back down against the cool table as I fidgeted with the zipper on my jeans.

“Please Daddy, I want you too.” bayan esmer escort bursa I knew then that she was going to let me take her. I was so happy, filled with love and desire for this young woman. I knew that the guilt would seep in eventually, but at this point I felt nothing but right. I tugged at the jeans and boxers which constricted my throbbing cock and as it sprang free, Alexis’s eyes widened. “Daddy I’m scared.” She said concerned.

I smiled warmly reassuring her that she and I would both be just fine, and at that moment I gently pushed into her expecting to feel her hymen, but feeling nothing but warm velvet wetness surrounding me. My head rolled back as I gasped in pleasure. Instinctively her thin legs wrapped around my waist as I slowly pumped in then out getting her used to the feel. I heard soft mewling sounds coming from my daughter below me and seeked out her lips for the very first time. Finding them I kissed her roughly, swirling the length of my tongue within her succulent mouth as our moans filled one another. My thrusts came faster as our lips tasted, nibbled, and suckled at one another. Groaning as her body held onto me, the table lightly shaking with the force of my thrusts, and the feel of her wetness surrounding me. No words were exchanged, just soft moans and grunts from myself as I pushed towards orgasm.

“y-y-yessssssss.” She hummed as I pounded into her. In a tumble of pure lust and passion the only response I could think of was to tell her how good she felt wrapped around me. Her pussy clenched at me, the mewling sounds from my daughter urging me further into a dark red fiery pit of pleasure.

“Oh Jesus……” I grunted through clenched teeth. I held her hips, squeezing the soft flesh as my orgasm approached. With the last few moments I quickly pulled out of her and stroked my cock furiously as thick ropes of white sperm flew onto Alexis’s belly. I grunted with each spurt and as my orgasm ended, I found myself smiling. Alex gently ran her hands along the length of my back as I rested my weary mind against her chest. “Jesus.” I whispered exhausted.

A small satisfied moan escaped my daughter’s lips and I kissed her breastbone lovingly. “What have we done?” I smiled to myself as I asked her rhetorically.

“What I’ve wanted for awhile now Daddy.” She replied smiling down at me as I lay sleepily on her chest.

I grabbed the small shirt off the floor and carefully wiped the large puddle of now cooling cum on my daughter’s belly, then discarded the garment back onto the floor. Alexis sat up, her hair tossed to one side just like the night in her bedroom. This time she was no longer just my daughter. I had just made love to her. She was now a part of my being in 2 senses. I slowly stood up myself and pulled up my jeans and boxers around my ankles and left the zipper open. Alex chose to stay naked and walked upstairs to my bedroom. I knew now that she was going to be sleeping in my bedroom now and I was literally glowing with anticipation of things to come. I ran to the kitchen and turned off the light then crept up to our bedroom. Entering, I found Alexis lying on her side, her head resting on one arm as she watched me cross the room.

“So you’ll be sleeping with me tonight huh?” I asked jokingly.

“Of course.” She replied smiling and with that her soft body covered over mine, claiming it as hers. It was hers after all. She owned me now; heart, body, and soul.

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It was just another morning at the gym. I was off that day so I went just a little later. I took the opportunity to work out a little harder because I knew I did not have to go to work. When I finished, I was looking forward to a nice long, hot shower. I was probably in the shower for five minutes enjoying the relaxing effects of the strong current of the shower. I heard someone come into the shower room. I glanced behind me and saw a younger black man walk into the shower and take a shower head several positions beyond where I was standing. I work out at an older gym and the shower room is the open style.

I was really enjoying my shower and was kind of in a trance when I heard the young black guy ask me “Do you like what you see?”

I was shook out of my trance. What did he ask me? I realized then that I had been staring at him. As he casually stroked his cock, he asked me again “Do you like what you see?”

I quickly looked away, blushing. I had been caught staring at him as he stroked his cock. What was I thinking?

Then he said “Your cock obviously likes what you see!”

I looked down and my cock was hard as a rock. I was shocked and embarrassed. What was going on? I was totally hetero. I am married. I have three kids. I certainly am not the kind of person who would be caught staring at a young man stroking his cock and getting excited about the site. I sensed movement from the young man’s direction. When I looked up, I saw him walking towards me still casually stroking his cock. When he got close to me, he asked me

“Do you want to touch it?”

I was shocked. No, I did not want to touch his cock. What did he think I was? I went to step back from him and he told hold of my wrist. He did not force me, but he asked me again

“Are you sure you don’t want to touch it?”

I was holding firm against his hand, but I was not pulling away from him. He had me in a staring contest as he repeated for a third time

“You know you want to touch it, don’t you?”

I kept staring at him as he slowly pulled my hand closer to his semi hard cock. He slowly put his cock in my hand and holding my wrist, he stroked his cock with my hand. It was hot and firm, but not hard. It felt strangely similar to how my cock felt in my hand when I did the same thing to myself. As we continued to stare at each other, he slowly let go of my wrist as I continued to stroke his cock. He was getting harder and harder escort bayan as I stroked him. I was more and more enjoying the feel of his hard cock in my hand.

“You like that, don’t you?”

What the hell was I doing? This isn’t me. I have never touched another man’s cock. But yet, here I am stroking the cock of a young man who could be my son. And my cock is as hard as I can ever remember it being. Why was I so excited about stroking his cock?

He asked me again “You like stroking my cock, don’t you?” All I could do is nod.

“Say it!”

I just looked him in the eye as I lowly said “I like stroking your cock”.

What was going on? I was in a stupor. I was doing something totally against everything I thought I was and I was so excited about doing it. I willingly admitted it out loud.

“Do you want a closer look at it?”

What was he asking? Was he asking me to get closer to his cock? What else did he want? Where was all this going?

“I asked you if you wanted a closer look?” he asked in a slightly firmer manner. I have no idea why, but I nodded.

“Say it!”

I just looked at him, took a deep breath and said “I want a closer look”.

“A closer look at what?” he asked.

He sensed that he had me where he wanted me and was pressing for more control. I weakly said “I want a closer look at your cock.”

“Follow me.”

I followed him into the locker room. We had both grabbed our towels and wrapped them around ourselves as we were both sporting hard ons. Once we were in the locker room, he turned to me and pushed me down on a bench. He stood in front of me and let his towel drop. His still semi hard cock was inches from my face. It was visibly throbbing. I knew what was coming next, but I just could not stop myself. How could I be in this position? I was trying to get the courage up to reach up and take hold of his cock once again, when we heard someone come in the locker room. We both grabbed our towels and covered ourselves up. I think we both realized at the same time that we were taking a big chance.

He looked down at me and told me “If you want to finish this, meet me outside in ten minutes.”

I knew what he was talking about. I had to decide if I was going to go down this path. Was I ready to do something that was probably going to change me and how I live my life forever? I was hot as I have ever been. I could not get the vision of his semi altıparmak escort bayan hard, black cock inches from my face out of my mind. It made no sense, but I had to have it. I threw caution to the wind, quickly dressed and went outside.

He was already standing outside. When he saw me come out the door and walk towards him, he got this sly like grin on his face. He knew he had me. I was his to use.

“Follow me” was all he said.

I got in my car and waited for him to pull out of his parking space and I pulled in behind him and followed him to his house. Questions kept running through my mind as I followed him. What was I willing to do for this guy? What would he want me to do? What if we got caught? What if my wife or family or even my friends found out what I was going to do? How would my life change?

I came to my senses as he pulled into his driveway. I pulled in front of his house. He pointed to the front door. I sat there trying to compose myself when I saw the front door open. He motioned to me to come in. I got out of the car and almost ran to door. What if someone saw me going into his house? Maybe they would somehow know what I was about to do. Then I composed myself as I walked into the foyer of his home.

He looked at me and said “if you are serious about finishing this, strip here in the foyer and meet me in the family room.” He pointed to the family room as he walked away.

Well, I knew that this was my last opportunity to turn back. But I thought about the vision of his semi hard cock and I knew I had to have it. I took all my clothes off and walked into the family room.

He was standing in the middle of the room naked with his hands on his hips. He 7″ cock stuck out from his body in a semi hard state. I walked over to him. As I got to him, he reached out and pushed me to my knees. Here I was kneeling naked in front of a young man young enough to be my son with his semi hard cock a couple inches from my mouth.

He told me “Open your mouth bitch!”

I took a deep breath and opened my mouth. He took hold of his cock and pushed it past my lips into my mouth. Wow, what a feeling. It was long and thick and hard and hot. And it tasted ok too. I had not had time to think about what I was going to do if I got his cock in my mouth, but things just sort of came naturally. I knew I had to be careful with my teeth from my experience nilüfer eskort getting a blowjob. So I carefully tongued his cock as I slowly began to bob my head back and forth on his cock. He moaned slightly and I could feel his cock swell in my mouth. Wow, what a feeling that is. I came to my senses long enough to realize what I doing and what I must look like. But then the feeling of being on my knees submissively sucking another man’s cock over took me and I went back to sucking his cock in earnest.

I could not keep track of time but at some point I could feel his cock swelling up and hardening even more. I knew that had to be it. I really had not thought about what I was going to do when he came close to cumming. He took care of that by telling me he was close.

“I am going to cum in your mouth” is all he said. He was obviously gritting his teeth as he said it.

I accepted that as the way it was supposed to be. At that moment I began to wonder what I was going to do with his cum when he told me “Make sure you swallow every bit you cocksucking bitch!”

Well that settled that. I felt his first spurt of cum at the back of my throat and I instantly went to swallowing his cum load as fast as I could. I did not realize at the time that he had hold of my head, so taking his cum load in my mouth really was my only option. But I realized that whether he had hold of my head or not, I was taking his load in my mouth and swallowing it all.

At that moment I realized that I had made a major change in my life. I willingly dropped to my knees and sucked another man’s cock, willingly swallowing his cum load. I was a cocksucker. And I also knew that this would not be the last time I would suck a cock.

He looked down at me as he slipped his cock out of his mouth.

“First time?”

I nodded.

He smiled.

“You know that you are mine now?”

I had not thought about it, but the idea somehow appealed to me. I was wondering what he meant by the statement when he said

“From now on, when I want to use you, you will submit to me and do what I want you to do for me.”

Wow, that was a pretty open statement.

“Do you agree to be my bitch?”

I nodded.

“Say it!”

I quickly said “Yes, I agree to be your bitch.”

“Remember that! I have plans for you. Now get dressed and get out of here. I have things to do. Leave your cell number and email address on the table in the foyer. “

As I walked out of his front door, I wondered if anyone had seen me go in. I wondered if anyone knew that I had just sucked my first cock. I wondered if anyone would find out. I actually was a little gitty. Little did I know how my life would change?

More to come…

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– Nov. 30 –

I know i haven’t written in a while, dear diary, there’s a lot to tell. Life is amazing, to say the least. The big news is that i lost my virginity over thanksgiving; the bigger news is that it was to a woman. Actually, more than one woman. I’m so confused! Let me start at the beginning.

There were a bunch of people who stayed in the dorms for Thanksgiving vacation. Sarah, me, Marie, and Tina, Marie’s roommate, were among them. 7 days with no responsibilities, we were ready to have a good time! We ate out a lot, went shopping, spent Thanksgiving day watching football in my dorm room (some of those players are really hot!), and made plans to meet Saturday night at Marie’s room, then go out to Tina’s parents’ house. They left town Saturday afternoon, and we made the 2 hour drive to their house, arriving around 6 on Saturday.

The house was fantastic! It had a hot tub. It had a big screen television. It had great couches and chairs and decks and bedrooms and bathtubs and showers. Tina was definitely from money, i thought as i walked in the door. Things were looking up even more when she pulled the key to the wine cabinet from its supposedly hidden location, and opened up what was to be the first of many wine bottles we would kill that weekend.

We settled down to watch some television, all of us sacked out on one piece of furniture or another, after dinner and another bottle of wine. We were all somewhat toasty, especially Tina. While flipping around on the television, we came upon one of thsoe bad softcore sex movies that are on cable. That’s when the whole thing started to get out of control. We watched for a few minutes, then Marie complained about the movie being boring. Tina looked at her strangely and ran out of the room, returning in a few moments with a stack of dvd’s. She looked at Marie pointedly, and threw one of the discs into the player, then sat back down on the couch.

Before i go on, let me give you a sense of the atmosphere. We were all tipsy, for sure. Sarah, who i’ve told you about, was in the lazy boy. She was wearing a half shirt and a sports bra, and jean shorts. She was laying so her back was on an arm, her butt was in the seat, and her legs were over the other arm, laughing way too much. Tina is about 5-6, 120 pounds maybe, with long strawberry blond hair. She’s tough, reminds me of Marie. She’s muscular, and wearing leather pants, barefoot, and a man’s dress shirt over her sizeable rack. Her butt looks great in those pants, too. She’s lying on one of the couches. I’m on the other couch, wearing my usual jeans and a white tshirt and sandals. Marie is on the floor, lying on her stomach. She’s wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt.

Okay, back to the story. The disc starts to play and the first thing we see is this huge breasted blond, naked, sucking on a humungous cock. It was just mammoth. We had moved out of the softcore and into the hardcore, for görükle escort bayan sure. As we watched the camera pulled out, and we saw that the woman sucking was also getting fucked from behind by another huge cock. There was silence in the room as we watched. There was the occasional bit of nervous laughter, but by and large the silence continued as we watched them do her, finally cumming on her face and back. The thing was plotless, as most of them are, and the next scene was an orgy. An all-out orgy, with about 15 guys and as many girls. There were pairs, threes, fours, and mores, and it got all of us hot. Finally the movie was over, and we all got up and walked around, almost embarassed to look at each other. Tina looked at Marie and asked “better?” Marie, being a smartass, answered “it was alright i guess… have anything more interesting?”

Tina looked her up and down, and answered “maybe.” She grabbed another of the discs and popped it in, and grabbed a deck of cards. She looked Marie in the eye “I challenge you to a game of poker; the winner gets to be the boss of the loser for the rest of the weekend.” Marie put her hands on her hips and answered “I’ve got a better idea. We all play, and the winner gets to boss the others around for the weekend.” I tried to step in and say what a bad idea that was, since i really didn’t know Tina at all, but Sarah stepped up and said “Fine.” Which, when you think about it, figured. She did like to boss people around. I sighed and said “i’m in.”

We all sat down at the dining room table, the tv playing another episode of “Jail Babes” or some such movie in the background. Tina dealt first, and authoritatively. I had a bad feeling about this, a feeling that turned out to be right. When the game was over, Marie hadn’t won. Neither had I. Neither had Sarah. I was worried.

Tina stood up and said “well, slaves, are you going to back out?” We all looked at each other and shook our heads; rules were rules, and we’d play by them. “I’m so glad” Tina replied. “Kelli, clean up the dishes. Marie, go make us something for dessert. Sarah, come with me.” She grabbed Sarah by the hair and pulled her out of the room. Marie and I looked at each other, wide-eyed, then shrugged and went to do as our new “Mistress” had commanded. A deal was a deal.

A few minutes later, Tina returned. “Marie, come with me.” Marie complied without complaint, and they left the room. Again, a few minutes later, Tina returned. “Kelli, come with me.” And i went.

She led me upstairs to a room i hadn’t been in yet – her room. Once we got there, she threw me on the bed by my hair and slapped me on the ass, hard. I cried out in suprise, and she put her face right next to mine on the bed. “Are you going to wimp out, Kelli? Don’t you have the nerve to see this through?” I frowned at her and stood up. “Bring it on, Tina.” She did.

Rummaging through her drawers, she altıparmak eskort grabbed several items and threw them onto the bed. “Strip naked and put these on. Then come back down to the living room.” She stormed out of the room and slammed the door. I obediently stripped off my clothes and slid into the ones she’d prepared for me. The shorts were leather, and were small for me, and small to begin with; basically they were a cross between panties and hot pants, and fit like they were glued to my body. The bra wasn’t much better, a leather thing a cup size too small. It pushed my breasts up and out. I could hardly believe it when i saw the last item: a black dog collar with studs. I sighed and put it around my neck, feeling like somehow Tina must have planned this all ahead of time.

I walked into the living room as red as a strawberry, until i saw Marie and Sarah. Marie was in a corset-like thing of some sort, with laces in the back, fishnet stockings, and black heels. She looked great, like some sort of dark vinyl or leather goddess. She, too, had on a collar, but hers was red. Sarah was another story altogether. She was dressed in red lace, the barest pieces of it failing to completely cover her crotch and her breasts. Her nipples peeked out over the top of the wispy bra, and the panties were so miniscule they could hardly be seen. There was a very nervous look in her eyes.

Tina stripped off her shirt, leaving her in a black bra and those fantastic leather pants. She ordered us all to sit, and we did. She paced in front of us for a few seconds looking intimidating. Without a beat she grabbed Marie’s collar, attached a chain to it, and pulled Marie to her feet, throwing her none too gently against the wall. She grabbed her hands and feet, and pushed her to the point where she was spread eagled, her face pushed against the wall. Tina leaned into Marie’s ear and whispered “wimping out yet?” Marie shook her head in reply, and Tina walked over to me, lowering a hand to mine.

I took her hand, and she raised me to my feet. With her other hand, she grabbed Sarah by the hair and pulled her to her feet as well. “Sarah here is having a real problem with this, i think” Tina commented. “The problem is, and maybe you don’t know this, that Sarah is a dominant. She likes to be in control, and being out of control is not a good time for her. Unfortunately, she risked submission in order to have the opportunity to dominate us all, and submission is what she’s going to recieve.”

She dragged Sarah over to the back of the couch, and roughly pushed her forward, doubling her over, leaving her ass high in the air. I was looking forward to what Tina was going to do to Sarah – i thought it was only fair after watching how she used Josh, that she be used as well. Call it justice, whatever, i just wanted to see her be someone else’s plaything. Tina handed me one side of a nilüfer escort long leather strap and ordered me to drop to my stomach and run it under the couch. I did so, and Tina proceeded to use it to wrap around the whole couch, attaching a small ring on the strap to a short chain that connected to the handcuffs that now bound Sarah’s wrists. Sarah was whimpering quietly now in the back of her throat; i really wanted to know what she was thinking. Several sharp practiced yanks on the strap resulted in Sarah’s face being pressed into the seat of the couch, her feet no longer on the floor, with her ass sticking up even higher in the air.

Tina stepped back, admiring her handiwork, and then her hand shot out and slapped Sarah’s exposed bottom, hard. A jolt ran through Sarah, but she didn’t cry out. The red print of Tina’s hand was visible on Sarah’s butt. “Did you like that, Kelli?” Tina asked, suprising me. I nodded in reply. She pushed me over against the wall next to Marie, and gently guided my hands into a spread eagle position mimicing Marie’s. “Tonight may seem to be about me, Kelli, but really, it’s about you” she said, and slid her hands around my stomach, caressing my bare skin. “You are perhaps the most innocent seeming person i have ever met” she continued, sliding her hands upward, avoiding my breasts and tracing the bare skin of my arms “but i think there’s something else in there waiting to be called out, and i’m going to do the calling.” With that she landed her hands on my breasts and squeezed them, giving me a shocking mix of pleasure and discomfort. “You, for sure, will not leave this place unchanged; that is my goal.” Her hands cupped my bottom next, squeezing again through the small bit of leather i was wearing down there.

She let me go, and stepped back, then ran her hands up and down Marie’s body for about a minute. I could tell it was turning Marie on, the pinching and grabbing and general helplessness of the situation. Then, having finished with Marie, she walked out of my line of sight, and i heard the sound of flesh on flesh as she, presumably, smacked Sarah again. I could see Marie’s chest heaving with excitement. I wondered if this was how Tina and Marie spent their time together as roomates!

Soon Tina was behind me again. I was shocked as she spun me around, pushed me back against the wall and kissed me, deeply, driving her tongue into my mouth. I had no choice but to return the kiss, which was suprisingly warm and wet and made my knees almost buckle. Even when i’d kissed Marie that one time before i hadn’t enjoyed it all that much, and figured i just didn’t like girls that way. Tina corrected that thought for me, and i got more and more turned on as the kiss continued and her hands roamed my body again, squeezing, caressing, touching.

After a short eternity the kiss ended, and i sagged against the wall. Tina walked over, spun Marie, and did the same to her while i watched. Finally, she walked back to Sarah, whispered something in her ear, and brought her hand down hard on Sarah’s ass again, this time causing Sarah to cry out in shock. Her cries turned me on, i can’t lie.

What happened next is amazing… and i’ll tell you about it tomorrow, Dear Diary. 🙂

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This is my first foray into the incest/taboo genre, and of course it has an exhibitionist component. I am not sure if I will have a follow up story to this one or not, but enjoy. Please remember to vote and leave a comment at the end, it is the best means to provide feedback and let me know of your enjoyment.

Everyone in this story is at least eighteen.

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The door to the old house opened and I asked “Are you ready?” when I saw Amber swing the door open for me.

“Almost!” Amber squealed and jumping back making room for me to enter. Her blonde hair bouncing as her brown eyes sparkled.

I shook my head as I looked at my niece, and laughed asI walked into the house. For the last four years we had gone out once a month to a horror movie, and once a month she came over to my house to watch a movie in the basement. It always amused me that she chose date night over virtually anything else.

It was Amber’s birthday, her 18th birthday, and she decided to put going out with her girlfriends off until the following week because it was her night with me. I was picking her up at the customary time, 8:00, to drive back across town to hit the mega-plex for the 9:00 show.

Amber was wearing a pair of over sized cotton running shorts that looked suspiciously familiar, a white tank top and a black bra. No shoes or socks, she looked absolutely comfortable and no where near ready to go.

“Are you sure you want to go to the movies tonight? I mean you only turn 18 once in a lifetime.” I asked again. We had been texting each other all week discussing which of the possible movies to go see. We had decided on the latest blockbuster PG-13 horror flick which always struck as an oxymoron. Horror should be R rated, blood guts, tits, ass, you name it. But it was Amber’s turn to pick and pick she did.

Amber’s hands reached out and grasped my arm just below the wrist, her fingers pressing into the palm of my hand, her eyes wide as if she was in fear. “Please Steve? Can we go?” Amber pleaded. Her perfect tits, which I had for years tried to ignore jiggled and her arms pressed them together, thrusting her cleavage up and in. Each year it seemed those tits got bigger and fuller. At fourteen one day she showed up sporting about an A cup, and now here I was staring down the deep crevasse formed by a pair of D cup tits pressed together. It was such an easy natural movement, there was no way she had any idea she was doing it. It was only with a silent chant, “She’s my niece, she’s my niece,” did I manage to keep any sort of control of myself.

Clearing my throat, “Okay, okay,” I said with feigned resignation. Truth be told, I was as fond of these date nights of ours as she was. “Maybe you should invite Kim along.”

A flash of jealousy crossed her pretty brown eyes as Amber’s head shook and said, “No, she thinks you are dreamy, and would probably end up trying to ruin the night for me.” I wasn’t sure which I found more appealing, the petite Kim finding me dreamy, or the fact Amber was jealous.

Ultimately I decided both. With a wry smile I hid as I turned toward the couch I muttered something like, “She can dream, you are my girl.” I hadn’t realized what I said until I heard the squeal from Amber as she headed back toward her room. I watched the swish of the grey shorts hiding what I knew to be a firm bubble ass. I shifted my weight making myself comfortable as I pulled my phone out and checked emails and texts.

Clearing everything out I realized Amber wasn’t back yet and almost thirty minutes had gone by. I called out “Hey, Let’s go! Time’s a wasting.”

I heard her call out, “Just another minute, I gotta pack a bag.” Bags weren’t unusual, I usually took her either back home or to her grandmother’s house after the movies, and closed my eyes and leaned my head back to wait for Amber to decide to finish, though it was beginning to look like we would miss her choice of a movie and would have to see the one I wanted.

Deciding time was on my side, the clear choice was to not hurry her, let her take her time and we would have to see the blood fest at 9:50.

Another ten minutes passed by and I heard her walking back into the living area and announce, “I’m ready.”

I stood up, opening my eyes on the way and did a double take as I looked at Amber. She wasn’t wearing jeans, which in of itself was nothing unusual, but what was unusual, was what she was wearing. The skirt was a short pleated black job that stopped about half way between her knees and ass cheeks. The top of the skirt plunged so low that each of her pelvis bones were clearly visible and if the front plunged any lower, her pubic hair would show. Or maybe it was that low and she shaved, it was certainly the most daring pair of jeans she had ever worn that I knew of.

She had a startling red blouse that looked like a corset made of silk, red and black buttons in the front and as she spun around displaying ensemble, I noticed that indeed the blouse did lace in the back as well, and that gorukle escort the skirt billowed up high enough that for a moment I wondered if I saw her ass. As she stopped the spin her tits heaved and came perilously close to spilling out of the top.

“What do you think, Steve?” Amber asked in what approximated a sultry voice.

I was unable to clear my throat enough, and managed to literally choke out, “Nice. Real nice Amber.”

She bent over to pick up her bag and those tits I dreamed about at least twice a month spilled forward, barely staying in the top. “Let’s go” she beamed, clearly enjoying the reaction she was causing.

We walked over to the suburban and I took the bag from her after holding the door open for her and tossed it in the back. I jumped into the driver’s seat and we headed back toward my side of town, “You know, I don’t think we’ll make the one you wanted to see unless we wait for the 10:50.”

“Nah, that’s okay, let’s go see the other flick.” Amber said.

I glanced at her frequently as I drover, her tits were sitting up in the corset like blouse like they were oysters on the half shell, and illogically, I was finding myself quite hungry. Amber’s conversation was as animated as ever, talking about nearly anything and it filled the forty minute drive nicely.

Pulling into the mega plex, I parked and walked around the suburban to let her out, taking her hand as she bounded down onto the concrete, I swear she smiled as my stuck to her tits, but when I looked up at her face she was frowning at me. I managed to suppress a sigh as I turned and headed toward the box office. By the time we got in line, the moment had passed and she was talking about Kim and her adventures with boys again.

I bought a huge popcorn and a couple of diet sodas and we headed to the theater and found some seats off to one side. As was typical, Amber held the popcorn in her lap and we both ate out of it as the previews and commercials started.

Just before the opening credits, Amber handed me the popcorn and headed off to the restroom. I balanced the popcorn jug between my knees and watched as the movie started. Soon Amber was back and sat down with a huff.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered.

“Tell you later,” Amber responded, still sounding put out.

I glanced over at her out of the corner of my eye and my mouth went instantly dry. He soft lush looking globes were there for the taking, if someone just reached out to do so. After a couple of minutes the movie caught my attention enough that I stopped worrying about Amber and focused on it.

It was half way through the movie that everything changed.

I had set the nearly empty bucket of popcorn off under my seat, and was watching the movie when a particularly startling scene occurred. Amber’s hand came crashing down onto my thigh and she squeezed hard.

It of itself innocuous enough except that she didn’t move her hand and my cock was resting under her fingers. Each time a scary scene came up she would squeeze and I found myself hoping for and dreading the next scary part. I was torn between the dichotomous facts that it felt really, really good, and that she was my damned neice. She was my wife’s sister’s only kid. Three scenes like this I managed to keep my cool more or less, as my cock hardened a little more with each squeeze. On the fourth squeeze I moaned, I didn’t mean to, but could not help myself.

Amber looked at me and then looked down at where her hand was and turned beet red. “OHMIGOD!” she whispered. “I am so sorry; I thought that was your forearm.”

My heart was racing as I cleared my throat and whispered, “It is okay, honey; nothing to worry about.” Truth of the matter is I was so hard that if she gave it one more firm squeeze, I would have blown my nuts down my left pant leg.

She put her hand on my arm, which was on the arm rest, and gave out a little giggle.

“What?” I asked quietly.

“They do feel about the same size you know.” Amber whispered back. I am sure my face must have turned red as I sat there slack jawed looking at her. She bent over and gave me a very grown up feeling wet peck on the cheek and whispered, “Watch the movie, Uncle Steve.”

Inwardly I groaned, this little girl, all of eighteen, today, had accidentally grabbed my cock and played with it and she was cool enough to blow it off. I on the other hand was partially ashamed, and mostly turned on.

I glanced around to see if any of the people around us had heard what had happened, and to all appearances, they hadn’t; all faces were pointed to the screen.

I tried to focus on the movie; I really did. But I was acutely aware of the little dynamo next to me who wasn’t all that little any more. She was on the cusp of womanhood, and some lucky bastard was going to help her.

Thrusting aside all morality, I decided, then and there, that the lucky bastard was going to be me.

I dropped my hand into her lap and wrapped my hand across the top of altıparmak eskort bayan her thigh letting the fingers rest on her inner thigh, my pinky just below the hem of her skirt. The armrest between the chairs came up and Amber laid her hand back on my leg, this time aiming for my cock, giving it an affectionate squeeze. I glanced left and right, and still neither set of people seemed to be concentrating on us. I was hoping that no one knew the two of us that could see us. There would be hell to pay if they did.

I barely stifled the moan that was building in me and squeezed her firm, thin thigh. I heard and felt Amber sigh as her legs spread a little. Emboldened, I stroked up and down her thigh, never disturbing the hem of her skirt, but running my fingers as close to her pussy as I could, with out touching it. I was no longer paying attention to the movie, but concentrated on Amber and our lack of obvious audience, if they just glanced our way they would easily see what was happening.

Amber’s hand started pressing hard against my cock and ran up and down the length of it, I could feel my balls churning at the constant pressure she was putting on me. She then grabbed the head of my cock between her thumb and fore finger pressing and releasing in a quick pressure. I leaned back my breathing was starting to come in short little gasps as her fingers worked their magic on me.

I saw the young man to Amber’s left had noticed what was going on and he was leaning forward slightly to get a better view. Amber noticed too and leaned over and whispered, “He’s watching us.” She ran her hand along the length of my shaft and gave it a sharp hard squeeze.

“I know,: I whispered back. “Do you like that?”

“Oh yes,” Amber moaned back at me.

Her hand kept opening and closing around my cock, milking me for all I was worth, and I neared an orgasm. The lady that was sitting two seats to my right stood up and began working her way past her friend and Amber let go of my cock a moment as her firm ass slinked along in front of us. No sooner had she cleared the row, Amber’s hand was back in place, keeping me agitated again.

It was turning out to be a maddening experience; Amber was lightly playing her fingertips along my shaft and then would squeeze it hard, only to return to the light touches again. Neither Amber nor I noticed when the woman returned until we heard her gasp, standing in front of Amber, facing the two of us. She scooted by and whispered to her friend to move over and then sat down next to me.

Her face was turned toward the screen, but her eyes were cast down to my lap, and as Amber’s hand found my cock, she took a deep breath and held it a moment, the released it in a long slow almost sigh-like sound. Her skin was almost alabaster with dark brown eyes. Her black curly hair framed her face and touched lightly against her shoulders. As Amber’s hand moved up and down, the woman’s nipples, crowning magnificent tits, hardened and then Amber squeezed the head of my cock, forcing all thoughts of being watched aside.

Amber’s ministrations to my cock had me on the edge of cumming, my ass was clenched, and my hand was gripping Amber’s thigh tight, knuckles white. The other hand grabbed the arm rest between the woman and I. I was on the verge of hyperventilating when I heard the woman moan out breathlessly, “That is so hot.”

I had to bite my tongue as my balls released their load, painting the inside of my jeans. The guy on the other side of Amber added his two cents worth muttering, “Fuck yeah,” loud enough everyone with fifteen feet of him shushed him.

Amber sighed contentedly as she laid her head against my shoulder, her hand still rubbing up and down my length, keeping it as hard as she could, sending shivers through my body when she got to the sensitive head, compressing it and expanding it.

My own hand had finally traveled up her thigh and was pressed against her panties, pushing them into her molten slit, creating one of the worst cases of camel toe in history. Amber had given up all pretenses of watching the movie, her eyes were closed and her breathing was fast and shallow. Her right had continued idly playing with my cock and her left was now clutching my wrist between her legs, guiding my hand around. Dampness had collected in her cotton panties and spread slowly as I continued to stimulate her.

“Have you ever had an orgasm?” I whispered.

A breathless “Yes”, was Amber’s response.

“Who was he?” I asked a moment of jealousy.

Amber rotated her face up toward mine and looked me in the eye. She blushed and whispered, “It wasn’t a boy that did it for me, but Kim.”

I almost lost control of myself then and there as my cock began to stir at the thought of Amber and Kim experimenting on each other. Incredulously, I asked, “You and Kim are lovers?”

The woman to my right pretty much gave up on the movie and was leaning over, listening to Amber and me. I looked nilüfer eskort bayan at her, and her nipples were so taut that they were trying their damnedest to push through her blouse and bra. She was pressing her thighs together in time with Amber’s hand.

Amber’s breathing stopped as she gripped my wrist and cock fiercely, her body shuddering slightly and the damp spot in her panties became much larger and overwhelmingly wet. Her scent filled my nostrils causing my mouth to water. Amber’s head bobbed up and down, and breathlessly she muttered, “Yes.”

The woman moaned noticeably, and her hand landed on my right forearm. I dropped my hand into my lap, more to keep her friend from noticing than an invitation, which she apparently thought it was. Her hand traveled along my arm, into my lap and she cupped my balls squeezing them lightly while Amber was still playing with the shaft of my cock. I saw Amber and the woman exchange a look. After the look the woman stopped playing with my balls while they maintained the eye contact. With a faint nod from Amber, the woman’s hand squeezed my balls oh so gently.

The rest of the movie was a blur I didn’t pay attention to it at all. My concentration was on the hand that lay nestled against Amber’s pussy, her legs clamped together holding my hand in place. My pinky was wrapped up in the cotton of her panties and her outer lips, which were soft and moist. Her right hand still lay on my lap, her fingers tracing the outline of my cock. The other woman’s hand was stroking up and down between my legs, my balls rolling around slightly in my pants that were suddenly way too tight.

Before long, my cock was hard again and the woman joined Amber in stroking me, now obviously leaning over to do so. I no longer cared what the people behind us might be thinking, all thought impossible under the assault of the two women. With my free hand I reached up and cupped one of her tits, small and firm. The nipple pressed into my palm enticingly.

The movie came to an unfortunate end; long before I could cum again. We sat waiting for the theater to clear. “Really Terry,” the man two seats to my right exclaimed; “Do you really have to rub some guys cock while I am sitting next to you?”

Terry shrugged and said, “It looked like she needed help.” Amber and I laughed and the other woman stormed off.

As she left, I asked, “Is your friend going to forgive you?”

In response Terry leaned over and tilted Amber’s face toward her and kissed her. Their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths as I stifled a moan. The image of the two of them kissing inches from my cock was mind numbing. Terry looked at me and said, “She is a friend, and you two look far more interesting. She’ll forgive me half way home.”

Amber and I were the last to leave, Terry taking off after her friend, and walked out hand in hand, our fingers intertwined. Amber stopped at the women’s restroom and I at the men’s taking a much deserved piss and wiped some of the cum from the interior of my pant leg.

We walked out into the summer night and I helped her into the suburban; Amber leaned over and gave me that wet womanly peck on the cheek.

I stood there looking into her eyes, and placed my hand on her stomach and worked it up to her massive tit and gave it a squeeze. The silky blouse provided no real resistance and her full breast was soft and plush under my hand. I ran the palm of my hand over her nipple and drug the material down, popping her tit free. I rolled her nipple in my fingers and Kin’s eyes closed and her head lolled back as she moaned. The moan turned into a groan as I left her tit and closed the door, and walked around and climbed in.

“That was mean, Uncle Steve.” Amber said plaintively.

“Really?” I asked as I reached over and free the other tit from its confines. This time I leaned over and sucked it into my mouth, my tongue lavishing it, flicking my tongue over it very slowly. Sitting back up I asked, “Where am I taking you?”

It had to be the most devilish look I had ever seen as she said, “Your house.”

I laughed and asked, “You know your aunt and cousin are home, they don’t leave until maybe tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I know, but she made me promise I would come over after the movie and see her.” Amber said.

“You stay dressed like that and she’ll never let me take you out again.” I said eyeing her sexy outfit, and all of the exposed skin, including the two grape sized nipples.

Amber laughed as she said, “I know, my bag is in the back, remember? I have another out fit in there.”

Amber crawled between the two seats and started over the second row, her ass framed perfectly in the rear view mirror. I reached behind me and ran my hand between her thighs until I reached the junction between them. Amber gasped as I ran my hand up and down her soaking wet panties a couple of times. I then slapped her ass and watched it juggle nicely in the rear view. My mouth and throat went dry as she pulled away from me and kept crawling for her bag.

Once she put hands on it she crawled back forward, and this time her tits were swaying in a mesmerizing manner. She sat in the middle seat of the second row, her legs splayed out showing me her wetness. Cupping her tits she teasingly asked, “Do you like what you see Uncle Steve?”

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Camping and First Time Giving Head

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Just a (short!) fictional story about two guys discovering that they can satisfy each others needs. I’ve always enjoyed being in the woods – camping, hiking, whatever. Such a great place to relax and unwind! It therefore seems only natural to me that it would be a fantastic place for sexual encounters!

Greg and I went camping this week, heading for a favorite spot of ours on the Appalachian trail. We met up at the trail head, managing to arrive only five minutes apart. That in and of itself was surprising, as it had been a bit of a lazy Saturday and both of us had left a later than originally planned. The weather was pleasantly warm, simply perfect for hiking. The old familiar solace of the forest surrounded us immediately and the stress and bustle of the outside world dropped away. We walked together in silence for some time, just enjoying the peaceful sounds of the woods and not wanting to disturb the tranquility and balance of nature around us. Occasionally we’d stop, one of us having spotted a small animal or particularly pretty sight. It felt so good to just walk and be in the woods!

Eventually we found a nice little clearing along the trail and broke camp late in the afternoon. We chatted about the hike in and the things we had seen, about affairs of the camp and the things we wanted to do and see. When the tent was finally in place and the camp pretty much set, we decided to go down to a nearby stream to wash up a bit. Both of us were hungry and looking forward to dinner, so we decided to make it a fairly quick trip.

When we got to the stream, I was first to strip down and jump in. The water was quite chilly and I involuntarily gasped loudly as I went in.

“Warm?” Greg asked, sarcastically.

“Oh, yeah!” I called. “Come on in, its great!”

Greg had in fact just finished taking off his hiking pants and now swept his underwear to the ground in one quick motion. When he popped back up, his cock swung exuberantly out and bounced before settling back down to point at his feet. I had seen him naked before on other trips, and always respected his body. He was tan and toned, strong and well defined. His cock was not huge, but slightly thicker than mine. We were very open with each other and had no insecurities about nudity or sexual topics. I think the fact that we were nearly the same size helped greatly. I know it did for me – I felt much more at ease being naked in front of him knowing that he did not have some monstrous cock that should put mine to shame. Besides, it seemed that we got along very well in general and shared similar view points on many topics. I knew he was a true gentleman, a bit shy around the women, very young at heart, and just an all around nice guy.

My reverie was broken as I realized that I was still staring at his cock and that he had noticed. In fact, he had put his hands on his hips and was staring back at me, with a half smile on his face, as if to say “yeah, you’re busted!”

I immediately flushed with embarrassment and felt that familiar heat rise in my cheeks.

“Well, you coming in or not?” I demanded, a little harsher than I had intended.

“You were staring at my dick,” he countered.

I grew hotter as I realized there was absolutely no way to play this off and he was not going to let me get off easy.

“Nah, I was just looking past you at the..” damn if I didn’t pause too long to think of what it was I could say!

As if it weren’t tough enough to try to get out of this, now I had to blow it by freezing up!

“Aw, shit. Yeah, I was.”

Maybe the honest approach might work. I’ll act like it was no big deal, just a fluke, ha ha now lets get back to life.

“I was just making sure I was still 4 inches bigger than you,” I teased, trying to get that horrible red out of my face.

I was actually proud of myself for being able to divert the conversation, to turn it back on him and get that damn spotlight off me! I am definitely not known for witty repartee, especially when on the spot.

“Four inches my ass!” he said, as he joined me in the water.

“Wow!” he yelled as he surfaced near me. “Holy crap that’s cold!”

“Yeah,” I said, “and it’ll shrink you up even more!”

Greg grinned, then bayan esmer escort bursa grabbed his cock and hefted it up above the water level, standing on his toes to make sure most of it was visible. His grasp forced extra skin forward and made the bulbous head appear even larger.

“Here, I got your shrinkage right here” he teased.

“Don’t make me put you to shame,” I said boldly.

I had a note of teasing in my voice, but it actually surprised me how challenging I sounded. I didn’t mean to! That’s when I realized that I was feeling a little heady. I’m not sure now in retrospect when my demeanor switched from terribly embarrassed to horny, but it happened. I also don’t know how I felt so emboldened to tease like that. It was almost as if I were on autopilot, and it seemed as though deeply submerged feelings and fantasies were beginning to speak and act for me. Perhaps since I had never considered this (much less planned it!), that it made it easier to just function and not think about it. I have a feeling if I did stop to consider what I was doing, and the possible horrible outcome, that I would not have done it. Whatever the reason, I did do it. I think Greg sensed the change in my tone and instinctively knew (or suspected) what it was about. He too dropped his voice a bit, and became a little more serious.

“Oh yeah? You better be able to prove it.”

My pulse quickened and I think my heart actually jumped in my chest. In a surge of adrenaline and nervous tension, I grabbed my own cock. It had certainly been affected by the cold of the water and was barely long enough to show outside my encircling fist.

“Um, alright, you have me beat,” I admitted. “But only for a minute. Lets see how YOU look after a couple of minutes in this water!”

“Yeah, yeah, likely excuse,” he shot back.

He waded over to me, still holding his dick in his hand.

“Oh, no,” I complained, “you have to let go of that thing to let some cold hit it.”

He continued to close the gap between us, until he stood next to me, almost hip to hip.

“Besides,” I continued, “your hand is smaller than mine, so it looks like your cock is bigger!”

“Alright,” he conceded. “You win. Let go of yours.”

I had no idea where we were going and my head was still swimming. Every fiber in my body was screaming to stop this madness, to put an end to it before our friendship was forever jeopardized. But the autopilot drove on, headfirst into the unknown, with me and my consciousness merely a passenger. My right hand slumped to my side and my pitifully limp cock fell free in the cold cold water. No sooner had I let go then he snaked out his left hand. I had a second to register its presence across my bare hip, to feel its warmth as he reached gently around and grasped my soft member. For the second time, my heart missed a beat, then began a fluttering half step before kicking into high gear. I actually had a fleeting thought that I was going to pass out, that I was on sensory overload and my body was going to just shut down. His hand was so warm, so tender, and felt so incredibly wonderful! It had been a while since I had gotten laid and I had completely forgotten how electric the touch of another human being could be, especially that tentative, insecure first touch of a new partner.

I was flooded with emotion – the apprehension, the amazement, the excitement, the stress and nervousness, the feeling of taboos being violated, but mostly just the pure physical pleasure. A combination gasp/groan unintentionally crossed my lips. At once I felt embarrassed at its frankness, at the full admission of the pleasure I felt, of the reckless commitment to the situation. The entire episode might have been reversible if we could play it off as a joke. At least until I let slip that gasp of unadulterated pleasure. In that monosyllable utterance, I had reached the point of no return. I was a goner if he was not feeling the same way I was, as I could no longer play this off as a simple harmless thing. He smiled, probably largely from relief, and almost whispered.

“Does that feel good?” It was a lame question, as he obviously had me fully in his control.

“Yeah,” I whispered bursa ucuz eskort back, unable to do anything but stand there, arms to my sides, eyes fluttering shut, and wishing with all my soul that I could do something to keep him from letting go! As if in response, he began to gently massage my now stiffening member. He was doing a “rolling squeeze”, his tightening beginning with thumb an forefinger, then “rolling” down his hand, each finger in turn squeezing me. The effect was wonderful and my cock quickly starting getting hard again. Suddenly Greg pivoted on his left foot, bringing us face to face. My eyes snapped open in panic when I sensed his movement, thinking that he was walking away and that I had just lost a friend in a vulnerable moment of pleasure.

I needn’t have panicked though, as was evidenced in the new sensations I was feeling. When he changed position to stand before me, he was now able to (and had) used both hands to lightly grasp my hard shaft. He now awkwardly slid both hands over me, alternating from one to the other, each grasping loosely around the base of my cock and sliding gently

up and over the head, which was now pointing at his stomach. I was afraid to move, afraid that anything I did might cause him to stop, but I risked a glance down. I couldn’t help it – I needed to see if the sight of this event was as grand as the feeling it was causing. He looked down, too, and we both watched as his hands continued to stroke me. His cock was now as hard as mine, most of it exposed above the waterline, and continuously being bumped by his own hands as he drew them back towards himself. Slowly, tentatively, I reached out for him, cautiously watching his reaction, trying to ascertain if this was okay or not. He licked his lips and his eagerness shown clearly on his face, so I completed the motion, my right hand closing around his penis.

Slowly, almost inaudibly, he sucked in a long breath and I could feel his cock twitch in my hands. His arms bumped against mine in our awkwardness and he paused his motion, his right hand still holding me and his left poised to replace it. I began to slide my hand up the length of his shaft, matching the grip he was using on me. What a surreal moment! I was suddenly touching another mans cock, and I was completely amazed by how it felt in my hand. It was bizarre feeling the cock only through the nerves in my palm and fingers, when I was accustomed to feeling it both through my hand and simultaneously through my penis!

It was fascinating to feel his hardness and his girth and I found that I didn’t want to let go! Instead, I opted to slowly slide my hand back down his shaft, mesmerized by the action. Greg’s idle left hand swung back to his side and now we were stroking each other in a palm-up grip. I smiled as I realize that he was unintentionally squeezing me tighter in response to the sensations my touch was apparently causing him. After a brief moment of this he half stepped, half stumbled backwards towards the bank of the wide stream, pulling my cock with him, forcing me to follow. The movement was made terribly clumsy and very difficult to coordinate because neither of us was willing to let go of the other’s cock. It was as if we were both afraid that parting would be permanent.

When we reached the bank, we were forced to break apart and did so only reluctantly. Greg quickly scrambled up onto the soft grass and I followed, eager to reunite and my mind racing with ideas. He lay down on some of our discarded clothing and immediately sat up to reach out for me. My cock swung heavily left and right as I walked, dipping and bobbing in rhythm with my walk, which was hurried and direct. He smiled as I neared, not tearing his eyes from my raging hard on. He looked as excited as I, his thick cock nearly resting on his stomach as he leaned up to me. Both his hands fluttered up to catch my cock in mid swing. His fingers immediately beginning to dance lightly all over it, shakily attempting to caress every inch of flesh. It was more than I could bear. My knees started to weaken and another moan escaped my lips. Greg sat fully upright now, his face mere inches from my groin. His caresses stopped and he held my dick in both his hands, bursa anal yapan escort one on either side of my cock, such that just his fingertips touched me. Then he guided me towards his mouth. I felt a welling up in the deepest pit of my stomach, perhaps even my bowels, as his lips pressed against the tip of my penis. His lips were soft and delightfully warm as they encircled the first half inch of me. The fluttering in my stomach unexpectedly morphed into a deep rolling rush of excitement, enveloping my balls, my rectum, and everything in my lower abdomen. It was as if someone had loosed a flock of tiny birds, their weight bearing down on my insides while their beating wings stimulated me to the roots of my sexuality. Never before had such a complete wave of sexual pleasure coursed through me like that and it threatened to drop me to my knees. I did sway forward a bit and Greg took the opportunity to push the pink head of my cock past his lips and into his eager mouth.

As the crown of the swollen head passed his front teeth, I felt his hot tongue on the underside and I could stand no more. I dropped to my knees, my cock sliding violently out of his mouth. He had apparently just applied suction to his mouth, as it kind of “popped” as it slid out. It swung wildly as I flopped down to the grass next to him and rolled to my back.

“Don’t stop,” I managed to squeak out as I did dropped, and he quietly obliged.

He took his time to position himself over me this time, obviously enjoying his new toy and opportunity. He was still visibly shaking (from nerves? cold? both?) and his shoulders shuddered as he lowered himself over me. His hands lie to either side of my hips, his body hovering over my legs in a sort of “push up” position. I parted my legs, giving him room to drop to his knees. Without taking his hands off the ground, he nuzzled up against me, his nose dragging the length of my stiff cock. He drew his face down to my balls, and I could feel the warm skin of his cheek against my inner thigh. My back arched and my hands clenched as he sucked my left nut into his mouth. He had worked up a good bit of saliva and it leaked out and down my scrotum as he gently rolled my nut in his mouth. He then let that fall out and began to swish his tongue across my balls, a little too firmly.

“Ow,” I called out, my voice distant in my own ears.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “Too eager.”

I smiled in response, too caught up to even answer him. He went back to work, much softer this time, gently lapping the broad section of his tongue from between my legs to the base of my cock. He then began

to work his way further each time, sucking on the underside of my shaft as he went. Finally he was back to the head of my penis, which was now liberally lubricating my stomach with precum. Still working without hands, he pressed the tip of my cock to his lips. His tongue flicked against the opening of my urethra, which was interesting, but not overly sexual, so I placed my hands lightly against his neck and gently pulled him toward me, driving my cock slowly into his waiting mouth. I nearly came right then, but somehow managed to refrain.

He attended to me expertly, even though I was later to discover it was his first time. He worked me over, building a powerful orgasm from long, slow, inhumanly tight strokes in and out of his mouth. He applied unbelievable suction that made a slurping noise as air entered his mouth at the top of each stroke. His tongue danced constantly in his mouth, lashing my throbbing cock with its warm wetness. A few times he gently massages my balls while he worked and it was at one of these times that I could hold back no more. I came in torrents, pumping spurt after spurt of hot cum into his mouth, arching my back and tightening every muscle in my body until I was cramped all over. He sputtered once, but took it all in and then licked and sucked me clean. As my cock started to go soft, he regressed to using his hands to massage me, cupping me much the same was as the first time, in the stream. I lay back, exhausted, thrilled, spent, floating in sexual bliss.

“Hey, you’re pretty good,” I said after a long moment. “But I can do better.”

His eyes sparkled as he first stroked me gently in his fist and then rubbed my cock against my stomach with his palm.

“Oh yeah?” he challenged.

“Yeah,” I said, sitting up.

“Well, lets see ya try,” he quipped, still rubbing my softening cock.

He lay back on the ground and I re-adjusted, positioning myself over him very much like he had over me…

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All in the Family Ch. 01

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Anal

They say when you wed; you also marry your wife’s family. I didn’t mind being considered part of Lisa’s family, in fact I loved it. The challenge was dealing with the open and sensual atmosphere her family promoted. It would not be an overstatement to say that they changed my sexual life.

Lisa and I met after college while we both were working in a web design firm. She’s a designer, and I’m in client services. We became work buddies, slowly morphing into dating. A year later we decided to marry. Lisa’s family embraced me. Being Italian, they wore their emotions openly. My white, Protestant family was small and introverted. The wedding was hysterical. My parents, I’m an only child of only child parents, behaved like they were wearing meat-scented cologne while being surrounded by a tribe of cannibals. They barely left their table.

Lisa’s family was dancing, singing and drinking—a lot of drinking. There were more aunts, uncles, cousins and godparents than I could count or remember. Narda, my new sister-in-law, dragged me to the dance floor, and wouldn’t let me leave. When the DJ started a song that usually required grinding, I started to make my way off the floor.

“Hold on, Wright,” she said. “You can’t leave me alone.” As we danced Narda backed her butt into my crotch, and didn’t hold back on grinding. I did everything I could to fight off an erection. I was three-quarters there when the music stopped. I prayed my suit coat blocked the obvious bulge in my pants.

I sat next to Lisa. She kissed me and said, “Narda loves to dance. She looks so freaking hot out there.” I looked at her and she grinned. She slid her hand onto my lap, letting the tablecloth cover her motion.

“Ooh, I see you agree.”

“Lisa, I didn’t mean for anything to happen.”

“Chill, Wright. It’s only natural. I’m sure if I had a dick it would be hard all the time, especially if an ass like hers was parked on it. Besides you’re part of the family now, and that includes Narda. You’ll get used to it.”

The rest of the wedding celebration went along without further dancing with Narda. I did dance with Lisa’s mother, Maria. She was an older version of my wife. She looked years younger than her age, and bubbled with an energy that infected everyone around her. I never felt so much love. Looking at my parents huddled together, I knew that I wanted the Cantafio’s to be my new family.

After the reception we went to Lisa’s parent’s house. The reception continued, but now everyone had changed out of formal clothes to relax in garb appropriate for the hot July weather. Lisa’s mom and her mom’s sisters put out a spread of Italian food that could have fed half of New Jersey. Lisa and I hardly ate at the wedding because we were so busy with pictures, visiting, cutting the cake, and all the other formalities. Sitting on a swing with plates on our laps, we relaxed for the first time in nearly a month.

Narda came over carrying a bucket of cold beers. She was wearing short shorts and a yellow tank top. In any attire, Narda looked sexy. Tonight, with a fine coating of sweat collecting at the neck of her top, and her nipples pushing against the thin fabric, she oozed sensuality.

“Having a good time?” Narda asked as she handed us two beers.

“Definitely,” I said, trying unsuccessfully not to stare at her nipples.

Lisa snorted, “I guess you are, too, judging by those freaking bullets in your shirt.”

Narda looked down, and laughed. She pulled each nipple and said, “God, weddings always make me horny for some reason. Maybe it’s imaging the bride and groom ripping each other’s clothes off, and screwing like dogs.”

I laughed and Lisa barked. That broke the three of us up. I was in awe of how easily this family talked about sex. Late that night, we left for our honeymoon at her parents’ beach house. It was only an hour away. They gave it to us for two weeks, but said expect some company in the second week. The way her mother explained it was priceless.

“You’ve been living together for a while. So screw your brains out the first week, and then you’ll be happy for some company the second week.”

Although Lisa and I had lived together for three months, we took her mother’s advice acting like newlyweds during the first week. Rarely dressing or even getting out of bed, we made love at a frenetic pace. By the Saturday following the wedding, we both were sore, and agreed to a one-day cooling off period.

We were lounging around the house when we heard tapping at the door. Narda was standing outside. Lisa, still naked, screamed and ran to greet her sister. I quickly pulled a pillow from the couch and held it strategically in front of me. After hugging Lisa, she brought her bag in to drop it in an empty bedroom. I backed out of the room toward our bedroom.

“No hugs for your sister-in-law?” Lisa asked.

“In a moment, absolutely.”

“You take the fun out of things, Wright.”

I continued to back away until I could close the door to our bedroom. I dropped the pillow and noticed the dark spot created by my seeping erection. I pulled bursa eve gelen eskort bayan on briefs to try to keep it pinned in place, and added baggy shorts and a tee shirt.

Lisa, now draped in a loose sundress, and Narda were in the kitchen opening beers. Narda gave me a big hug. I tried to just embrace her with the top of my body, but she pulled me close to full body contact.

“So, have you been fucking the shit out of my baby sister? And with what I’m feeling, I’m becoming the most jealous woman on earth.”

My mouth opened, but no words came out. Thankfully I had returned to close to normal, although it felt thick and ready to spring up at any second.

“Well, you better be taking care of her,” she added with a laugh.

“Well, the truth is,” said Lisa, “this is one of the few times we’ve even put on clothes. And, I am really sore.”

Narda’s eyes lit up and she offered a high five to her sister. “Hey, you didn’t have to put clothes on just for me. After what I felt with Wright at the wedding, it could have been a pleasant sight. And, I envy your soreness.”

I know I blushed. Lisa was used to the bawdy nature of her sister. I had come to learn that the whole family loved earthy language along with sexually charged conversations. It wasn’t what I knew growing up, but I understood that they meant no harm by it. They just enjoyed life and had few inhibitions.

Lisa laughed. “I can tell you what you probably felt at the wedding was twice that size this week. My man out did himself.”

“Well, then let’s toast to big cocks that keep on working,” said Narda.

Lisa raised her bottle and the two of them drank their beers.

Narda was born Leonarda. Their dad is Leonardo. Their parents had been trying for years to have a baby. When their mother finally became pregnant, their father was sure their baby would be a boy. It was a family tradition to name the first born male after the father. When a little girl appeared, Leonardo was conflicted. He and Maria discussed it, and decided that they may never have another child, so Leonarda was christened. To their surprise and delight, a year later Elizabeth joined the family. Her birth was more difficult than Narda’s, so the Cantafio’s ended up with two beautiful girls.

After finishing the beers, the girls decided that beach time had arrived. Narda went to her room and Lisa and I to ours. As we stripped, I had a growing desire to not leave the bedroom. Lisa looked at my growing desire and said, “Put it away. I really need a break, and I don’t want Narda lurking outside our door listening.”

“Would she do that?”

Lisa laughed as she fastened the top of her bikini. “Hell, I know I would. And, don’t let her see that thing in its present condition.”

“Not that I planned to do so, but why?”

“God, she’d be all over it in a second.” Lisa looked at my erection. “Hell, what woman wouldn’t?” She bent and gave it a nice kiss on the tip.

I pulled on my baggiest bathing suit and the three of us walked to the beach. Arriving we picked a spot on the sand, the women pulled off their cover-ups. Although Narda was older, her body was the fitter of the two. She ran and did yoga. Lisa was not a big fan of exercise and her shape was softer. This is not to imply that she’s heavy. I love Lisa’s figure and demonstrated that point repeatedly during the last week.

Looking at the two bikini-clad women lying alongside of each other, I made silent comparisons. Lisa’s breasts were definitely larger, both in how they pushed out against her top and in their roundness. Narda’s small breasts showed almost no cleavage. Narda’s waist was tight, with the slightest hint of a six pack. Her long legs evidenced the result of her exercise in shape and muscle tone. She was about three inches taller than Lisa. Even without shoes she came close to seeing eye-to-eye with me at around five-ten.

Narda’s suit bottom was relatively modest. I noticed she had a tight rear end with enough of a bubble to take her out of the “boy butt” category.

I felt guilty mentally evaluating my sister-in-law’s body. I turned my attention back to my wife. Lisa is pretty. The first thing I had ever noticed about her was her eyes. They are deep brown. Her thick dark eyebrows gave her a mysterious, intense look. Her olive-toned skin easily darkens in the sun. With a broad smile showing white teeth, Lisa’s face draws my full attention. Her ample breasts are lots of fun to play with. Funny I was never a “big breast” guy, but I find that Lisa’s turn me on. Her middle is soft and she has a slight muffin top in her tiny bikini bottom. She’s wearing a new bikini, bought for our honeymoon. It is quite narrow in the front and sports only a thin strip in the back. It showcases her hips and full butt. Being shorter than her sister, her legs are not as long or toned.

“New suit, Lisa?” asked Narda.

“Yep. Got it just for this week.”

“Sexy,” Narda said. “Looks like you must have done some serious grooming to fit into it. As I recall you used to have bursa eskort bayanlar quite the garden.”

Lisa laughed. “That was years ago and you know it. I’ve been keeping it trimmed for a while.”

“And now?” Narda asked.

Lisa blushed. “Went all the way.”

“You like that Wright? Finding it bare and smooth turns you on?”

I knew Narda was baiting me. She loved to tease and embarrass both of us if she could.

“Narda, it’s fantastic. Especially when I’m going down on Lisa. It’s heaven.”

Lisa shrieked and threw a towel at me. “Wright, really. That’s too personal.”

“You know that’s what she was driving at,” I said and looked directly at my sister-in-law. “and, it’s the truth.”

Narda laughed and slapped my leg. “So, Wright, did you return the favor?”

“Huh?”

“Did you clean yourself up as well?”

“Uh, no,” I stammered. “Guys don’t do that sort of stuff.”

“Oh, so it’s ok for us to shave it off so you can enjoy eating us out, but you can’t return the favor. You think we like picking pubic hairs from our teeth after giving a blow job?”

“Narda, honestly, you are embarrassing Wright to death,” said Lisa.

“Truth time, sister,” said Narda, who was now sitting up. “Do you like all that hair when you’re sucking him?”

“God, Narda, please stop.”

“Come on, tell the truth. Are his balls hairy?”

I thought Lisa would probably pass on responding. Instead, she shocked me. Giggling she said, “God, yes, they are like really, really hairy. Makes me think twice about licking them, except they’re so big and full that I love sucking them. And, yes, Narda, I said big—huge balls.”

“Lisa!” I said.

“Wright,” pushed Narda. “What’s good for the goose should be good for the gander—whatever the hell a gander is.”

“Male goose,” I said.

“See, proves my point. I think you should return the gesture that your beautiful bride made. Clean it up.”

I laughed at how ridiculous the conversation had turned. “I really don’t want to talk about it any longer. Besides, I would be too scared to take a razor to my balls.”

“That’s what wives are for, dummy,” said Narda.

“Oh, I couldn’t,” said Lisa. “I would not want to cut something. No, that’s not for me.”

After a few moments of silence, Narda grinned. “Well, then I think that’s what sisters-in-law are for.”

“No way, you’d shave Wright’s balls?” exclaimed Lisa.

“Been there and definitely done that,” added Narda. “Of course, not with Wright. Let’s make that clear. And, I’ve also made sure the cock and the whole nest is as smooth as my pussy.”

I glanced down and wondered how smooth it was. “So, how smooth is your pussy,” I figured two could play this teasing game.

Narda took a quick look around to see if anyone was paying attention. Sensing we were not the center of attention, she crawled between Lisa and me and sat back on her legs. Grabbing the front of her bikini bottom, she pulled it out and down. Lisa and I stared at the smooth area between her legs. She held her suit open and I easily saw the top of sex lips. My immediate reaction was “Wow!” I then did a quick mental comparison to Lisa. Narda’s were smaller and tighter than Lisa’s plump outer lips and the bits of inner lips that always peeked out from Lisa were nowhere to be seen on her sister.

“My god, Narda, I can’t believe you. I think you’ve had too much sun, or something,” I said.

Narda smiled, and let her suit snap back into place. “It’s just skin, sis, just skin.”

She absently rubbed the front of her bathing suit and looked up.

“Maybe we do need a break from the sun,” Narda said. “Why don’t we go back to the house and we can spruce things up.”

“No way,” I said.

“What’s the matter,” Narda asked. “Afraid I’d think you don’t measure up?”

Before I could answer, Lisa said. “Oh, I can tell you that what’s under those shorts is nothing short of amazing. It’s the biggest I’ve ever seen or had.”

“Now, I’m really interested,” her sister said.

“You know this entire conversation is incredible. How did we get focused on my private parts?” I shook my head.

“Oh, come on, Wright. It’ll be fun,” Narda teased.

“For whom?”

“For me, that’s for sure. I’ve been wondering what my sister has been enjoying. And, when I’m done, I think Lisa will have a lot more fun.”

“Yeah, but I don’t see where my fun comes in,” I said.

“Wright, I’m going to be handling your cock and balls. Doesn’t that sound like fun? You can continue to ogle my tits while I’m tending to business.”

“Shit, Narda, I’m on my honeymoon. And, I have not been ogling your breasts.”

Both Lisa and Narda laughed. “Yes, you have, Wright,” said Lisa. “It’s ok. Narda has really sexy tits. You know, Wright likes tiny tits.”

“What?” I said in surprise.

“It’s okay, honey. I know you love mine and you certainly play with them a lot,” said Lisa. “But, whenever my girlfriend, Allie, is around, Wright’s tongue is dragging on the floor. She’s tall, thin, blond görükle escort bayanlar and has tits about your size. She never wears a bra and always seems to have to bend over in front of Wright to pick up something. He just stares down her shirt at her little titties with the big rosy nips. I know I’ll get a special fuck that night. That’s why I love having her visit us.”

I didn’t know what to say. Lisa was right, but I didn’t think I was that obvious.

“Nice to know,” said Narda. “I mean you’ve got the best boobs I’ve ever seen, maybe next to Mama’s. I always felt like the girl who didn’t get her Christmas present.”

“Oh, stop, Narda,” said Lisa. “Wright, she is just trying to make you feel bad for her. Her tits are perfect. Remember at the party after the reception and how good they looked in that shirt. And, every other guy there didn’t even know if you had a face. Their eyes were glued in one spot only.” Narda and Lisa laughed.

“So, Lisa, do you mind if I take care of your new husband,” Narda said with a lightness in her tone.

Lisa laughed out loud. “Hell, go ahead. Just don’t do any permanent damage. We may be taking a break today, but come tomorrow I want everything in top working order.”

After a pause, Lisa added, “Hell, Sorta like old times.”

I looked at both of them. They returned my look, and then turned toward each other. In a second they were both holding their stomachs as they rolled on the blanket laughing. I didn’t get the joke, but had an inkling that they may have shared something similar in the past.

“Ok, let me in on it,” I said.

“We will,” promised Lisa. “When we’re back in the house.” She and Narda fist-bumped each other.

“You mean you’re letting this crazy idea happen?”

“Why not? We’re all family now,” said my wife. She added, “And, it’s only skin.”

Back in the beach house, Lisa went to get some beers from the fridge. Narda told me I should go shower and make sure to use some conditioner “down there”.

“When you’re through, just wrap a towel around you. Oh, and bring the shaving cream with you.”

“This is insane, you know that,” I said.

“You’re right. I think I need a drink—or two—to calm me down.”

“Uh, I don’t think it’s a good idea to be drinking before you’re, well, you know.”

“You mean before I have your cock and balls in one hand and a razor in the other?”

I swallowed hard, and said, “Exactly.”

“Don’t worry. I promise not to accidently cut off more than an inch or two.” She and Lisa thought that was funny.

“Now run along and get that shower,” said Narda.

“Do I bring you my razor?”

“No, I’m going to use mine. It’s better for the delicate areas. And I’ll see if Papa left some hedge sheers in the shed. Just in case you have a nasty nest.”

Lisa and Narda were drinking beers as I slowly walked to the bathroom. I stripped and hopped under the warm water. I washed myself thoroughly, and did put conditioner through my pubic patch and on my balls. I still could not believe my wife was going along with this crazy idea. Just thinking about having Narda touching me made me hard. I thought about how her bare pussy looked in the sunlight. I imagined what her tits looked like under that bikini top. I gave in to the feeling and spent a couple minuets stroking myself to a strong climax. My dick was still sore from all the activity of the week, but I knew if I hadn’t done this, I’d be erect the second I walked out of the bathroom.

I dried off and wrapped the towel around my middle. With the shaving cream in hand I ventured out to the living room. Lisa came and handed me a beer. She kissed me and told me how much she loved me. “Are you ready?”

“No,” I said. “How about you tell the story that had the two of you cracked up on the beach. You know, the ‘old times’. I can finish my beer and screw up my courage while you talk”

The sisters again exchanged a look. “Ok, sit here and enjoy your beer,” said Lisa.

I was sitting on a big side chair and the ladies were across from me on the couch. I arranged the towel so as not to flash them. Narda pouted as I did this.

Lisa fetched two more beers for Narda and herself before beginning her story. “Well, as you might have noticed Narda and I can be a bit competitive.”

I snorted thinking about how they tried to outdo each other in almost every facet of their lives. Although Narda was in top physical shape, Lisa never backed down from a challenge. Many times I would hear them arguing about who made the best bacon and eggs, found the best bargains at the mall, or any number of stupid contests.

“So,” Narda said, “When we were dating we thought it would be cool to compete there as well.”

“You mean like who could get the other’s boyfriend to ask you out?” I asked.

“No, we never went after each other’s boyfriends or dates. What we did was more involved and a lot more fun,” my wife explained.

“Ok, so what?”

“Well,” Narda said with a smile, “We would double date, and then see who make her date come first.”

My mouth hung open. “You what?”

“Yeah, “continued Narda, “So we’d be at our house when our parents were out. We’d be in the same room, and start making out with our dates. Then we each pull their pants down. They guys would sorta flip out, especially because they were already hard. So, to help them out, off came our tops. That seemed to make them feel better.”

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I woke up before Tim again. This didn’t particularly surprise me. According to Fiona, who had been involved with each of us and was still a close friend, he was a night owl and it was the next thing to impossible to drag him out of bed before noon. I suppose that I should take it as a special point of pride that he woke up at dawn for an unexpected and amazing sex session. Not wanting to press my luck, I gently shifted his arm and slid out of bed. I stood by the window for a little while to watch him sleeping and to listen to the gentle patter of the rain. Some people look angelic when they’re asleep; not he. Tim looked like some sort of wild spirit, naked, with his hair spiky and in disarray. To me, this is much more attractive than an angel and on a much more instinctual level. Certain instincts were in fact taking effect and I decided that I had best get moving before I interrupted his rest again. We’d have more sex later. Much more, if I had anything to say about it.

Since I was already feeling a little bit chilly, although not quite cold, I very quietly laid and lit a fire in the stove. Apparently not quite quietly enough, as a pillow hit me in the back of the head as I tiptoed to the door. “Hey,” I squawked, “I can think of much better things to do if you’re awake.” Tim sat up a little bit in bed, the blankets pooling around his hips. One dark eyebrow lifted in a devilish arch, “I just bet you can.” A tremendous yawn split his face, “But if you don’t mind, I’d like to try those ideas later when I’m feeling energetic. Now, if you would be so kind as to return my pillow…”

“Fine, but only because you’re going to need to be damned energetic indeed for what I’ve got in mind.” I grinned broadly and walked the pillow back to him, collecting a brief, but enthusiastic, kiss as my reward. Then I headed out into the living area and gently shut the door. I quickly looked around until I found my watch, no mean task, given the clouds of dry and damp cloth hanging from the ceiling. Fortunately, the sheets over the table where my watch sat seemed to be almost dry. Unfortunately, some of the clothes had dried out too. Well, maybe we would just continue our pleasant nude adventure anyway… It was only 9:30 on our first full day, after all.

I was glad that Tim had brought in more wood than we had thought we needed as I started up the kitchen stove, leaving the fireplace for later. I went out onto the porch to get one of the water jugs which we had left out there as we retreated from the storm. Lugging it in, I filled the tin kettle and set it to boil. I went out and dragged the other three jugs into the back bedroom, since we weren’t using it anyway. Fortunately, the bed seemed to have pretty much dried out over night, so there hopefully wouldn’t be any problems with it. I was standing on the porch, having a luxurious stretch and gazing out at the lake before dealing with our bags, when I heard a cough from behind me. I whirled and instantly grabbed a bag to hold in front of my crotch as I flushed beet red. Standing near the wood shed, was a young park ranger with his eyes as wide as saucers and a healthy flush creeping up his neck. We both started stammering at about the same time. “I was just coming to” “There was a storm and” “check because I” “all our clothes got” “saw smoke and” “really wet and” “Dave and Rachel usually” “I really wasn’t expecting” “don’t come up this time of year.” “anyone up around here,” I finished lamely.

“Dave is my uncle and my friend and I are using the cabin; we’re fishing.” I clarified, “Now, if you’d wait out here for a minute or two, I’ll find something dry and be right back.” I backed into the cabin, still holding the bag, even though the ranger had politely averted his eyes. At least I hoped it was out of politeness.

I quickly dropped the bag in the washroom and madly grabbed some underwear, which turned out to be Tim’s and were a little tight, except in front. Now is NOT the time to be thinking about Tim’s crotch. You’ve horrified the poor guy out front badly enough already. I yanked down a pair of shorts that I had brought in case it got warm and a light but warm flannel shirt. Hell, I wasn’t exactly going to bother co-coordinating my outfit. Clothes of any sort would have to suffice. When I opened the door, he was standing on the porch, as far away as he could be and still be sheltered from the droplets which continued to fall from the sky. He was very carefully looking away from the bedroom window and even the back of his neck was flushed deep red.

“It’s not what you think.” Well, that was a stupid thing for me to say, “OK, well it is what you think, but we didn’t plan it that way and it’s sort of a private thing.”

“I know; that’s why it’s bloody embarrassing to walk in on you guys. I’ve never… that is, I haven’t… Oh, poop!”

I couldn’t help it, he looked so flustered and his exclamation was so silly, I started to snicker. He görükle escort laughed a little bit too, mostly out of awkwardness, it seemed. I stopped laughing and put out my hand.

“I’m Marc Robertson. Would you care to come in for a cup of coffee?”

“Sure, that would be nice. I’m Richard Foster.”

Once inside, he saw all the hanging ‘decorations’ and gave a real chuckle. “Ah, I see, you really did get caught pretty seriously by the storm.”

“Yup,” I said as I dug out mugs and the jar of instant coffee, “I hope instant is okay with you. It’s all we brought.”

“It’s fine; I don’t usually bother with anything more complicated myself.” He took off his wet jacket and tossed it over the line. He must have been as tall as I am in order to manage it without having to stand on a chair. When he put his hat down on the counter, I could see that he wasn’t quite as young as I had thought, but still probably less than 25 years old. He had fairly short blond hair, a bit of a tan and warm brown eyes. Brown eyes which seemed to be checking me out. Nah, it couldn’t be.

I handed him a mug, “Do you take sugar or anything?”

“Nope,” he said, taking it from me, “I like my coffee plain. Should we maybe step outside?” he asked, glancing at the bedroom door, “so that we don’t wake your um, boyfriend.”

I blushed a little bit at hearing a stranger say this, even though I had every intention of making it true. “I doubt that even a marauding grizzly could wake Tim up again before noon, but it might be a good idea. Just head out the back door, I’ll join you as soon as I grab some sugar for myself.”

He went out, and I scooped a spoonful of sugar into my cup and went outside, closing the door behind me. The overhang of the roof was enough to keep off the slight drizzle which was the tail end of last night’s storm. Richard was leaning against the wall, sipping his coffee.

“So,” I said, “do you usually come up to check on my aunt and uncle when they’re around?”

“Yeah, I figure it’s a good idea. I mean, it’s pretty isolated here and they’re getting older. You never know if one of them might have a minor accident and need help getting to the hospital or something.”

“Thanks, Richard, I appreciate it. That’s awfully decent of you.”

“Well, it isn’t any trouble. I have to make rounds up here at least every two days anyway to make sure that nobody’s set any traps or been hunting or fishing illegally. Speaking of which, I’ll need to take a look at your ID and fishing permit before I go.”

“No problem, I got the permit renewed on the way up here, so everything should be correct.”

“Good. So um, how long are you guys planning to be up here? We’re looking at rain on and off for the next two days, but after that it’s supposed to warm up and get really nice.”

“That’s great! We’re up here for the rest of the week, although we may need to make a trip down to town sometime to resupply.”

“I see. Well, if you’d like, I’ll tell the other folks at the station to steer clear of here so that you can have some privacy. You’ll still probably see me every two days, but I’ll give a holler so as not to, err, well, you know.” He finished his coffee and opened the door.

“Thanks, that would be nice.” I said, ducking under a sheet to grab my wallet off the table. “We’re kind of new at this, and I wouldn’t mind a bit of time alone together.”

“Sure, I get that. Everything seems to be in order here.” he said, glancing over my permit and ID. He reclaimed his hat and jacket and headed for the door.

As I saw him out, he turned briefly to me and said: “Um, Marc?”

“Yes?”

“I’ve got some time off in four days and I was kind of wondering if I could come by and ask you guys a few questions.”

“What kind of questions?”

“About, well, being … gay.” The flush was creeping up his face. “I know you’d like to be alone with him, but it would be really helpful because you’re the first gay couple I’ve met and I haven’t had anyone to talk to and I’m just feeling really unsure of everything right now…” He tapered off, looking a little desperate. I revised my estimate of his age down by about two years and took pity on him.

“Well, I can’t make any promises as to how much I know, but if you like, you can come for supper then and we can talk a bit. Tim’s closer to being an expert than I am and I think he’s still pretty far off.”

His face lit up. “Thanks, Marc. I really appreciate it.” He put on his hat and headed back down the path into the woods. I’ll be damned. I guess he really was checking me out before. Suddenly I’m a man magnet. How odd.

I went back in and ate a couple of pieces of toast. I find that even plain toast is great when made over a wood fire. While waiting for Tim to wake up, I busied myself with taking down the dry stuff and sorting it into folded piles and spreading out the damp stuff to dry better. I rinsed out the muddy clothes from last night as well as the bags and hung them in the bathroom. I also went down to check that the boat was in good eskort bayan shape. Fortunately, the rain had let up for a while, so I was able to make it down to the boathouse and back without getting wet again. I felt kind of glad that the park prevented easy access to the property, because otherwise I suspected that my uncle would have sold it off years ago. As it was, all the cottages on the other side of the lake, where there was a road, had been sold years before to developers and turned into country mansions for the ridiculously affluent. I could see them faintly across the misty surface of the lake, sticking up among the trees on the other side. Luckily, the cabins on this side of the lake were spaced pretty far apart and didn’t see a lot of use at this time of year. Other than Ranger Richard (I grinned, remembering the cartoon raccoon from my youth) we had the place entirely to ourselves. Checking my watch again, I found that it was almost twelve o’clock. It was time for me to wake Tim and I knew exactly how I wanted to do that.

I stripped off my clothes, leaving my boots by the stove to dry. Naked, I opened the bedroom door and slipped in. Conveniently, Tim had rolled onto his back. I pulled aside the blankets and started to lick his penis as I gently rubbed his testicles with my left hand. Without waking up, he started to respond; his dick lengthening and thickening until he was fully hard. Positioning myself so as to have the best possible angle, I took a deep breath and put my lips around his cock head. Slowly, cautiously, I let it slide further into my mouth until the head was tickling the back of my throat. This was the point at which I had stopped last night. Tim was moaning slightly in his sleep, and wiggling around a bit under my determined assault. Holding his hips in place to keep him from jerking and choking me, I started to swallow him deeper. I had to concentrate very thoroughly on suppressing my gag reflex. At first I took just another inch before backing off and gasping a little. As I went for it the second time, I felt Tim’s hands gently stroking my shoulders. I looked up to see him looking at me with hungry eyes. He grinned at me wickedly and I winked back at him. He said nothing, and his hands continued to rub my shoulders, not pushing, just making contact to let me know that he loved me and the pleasure I was bringing him. I loved him even more for not pressuring me. It was clear that he wanted me to do this as badly as I wanted to, but he was willing to let me take it at my own pace.

I took him further down my throat with each stroke, pausing to let myself get used to the feeling of his shaft where there had never been anything that solid before. In between strokes, I panted to recover my breath and Tim ran his fingers through my hair. The silence was broken only by my gasps and his faint moans, with faint sounds of birds chirping outside. His noises were becoming increasingly urgent, but his hands never once forced me forward. Finally, I took his whole shaft down my throat. My nose rested in his pubic hair, which smelled faintly of sweat and of sperm. I let my tongue tickle the base of his cock and then I withdrew. He looked at me with pleading eyes and I knew that he had reached his limit. His whole body was quivering with his approaching climax as I took him to the root once more and hummed. His fingers clenched in my hair as he screamed, “AaaaaaaAAArrrUuunnhhh! Unh, uhn, UUUUUNNNHH, oh MARC! UNhhhhhh.” as he shot several spurts of cum straight down my throat. I swallowed as best I could, slowly pulling back off of him, creating space in my throat for his load. His last shot dribbled onto the tip of my tongue as I released his softening penis from my lips. He lay there, panting and sweaty, a glazed look of satiation crossing his eyes as he looked at me with a sleepy smile.

Looking at him like this, knowing that I had done this to him was enough to make my own already hard dick completely rigid. I knelt over his chest and began to stroke myself with one hand as I rubbed his chest with the other. Gradually coming down from his orgasm, I saw Tim spit into his hand and rub his fingers with it. Knowing what was to come, I scooted a little further up his chest and leaned forward, using one hand for balance and stroking myself with the other. I felt Tim’s fingers probing my hole, as he inserted one, then two fingers into me and rotated them smoothly. His other hand was busy playing with my nipples, pinching first one, then the other. It was my turn now to sweat and moan. I let go of my dick to lean on both hands as I bucked back on his fingers. He put in a third finger, stretching my hole even further as he took my dick in his fist, moving his hand up and down along my shaft. He used his little finger to rub the underside of the glans, making me cry out. I had never been very noisy during sex before, but this changed as I shouted his name over and over again and spewed my load over his chest and chin.

I lay on top of him, breathing heavily as he rubbed my back and ass. When he pulled his altıparmak escort fingers out of me, I whimpered slightly. I heard him chuckle as he kissed both my cheeks and, extremely tenderly, my lips.

“Marc, love, that was definitely the best wakeup call ever,” he said, as he gently caressed me. “No one has ever given me a blowjob like that one and I think you nearly sprained my fingers with your ass when you came.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I said between deep breaths, “It was pretty fucking hot for me too. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“You would never hurt me, although you are kind of squashing me, big guy.”

I flushed and rolled off him. He followed me over and our pricks rubbed together, both surprisingly hard so soon after our great session. Tim sat up on me and wiped a bit of cum off of his chest and used it to lubricate us as he put both his hands around our two dicks, stroking them together.

“I do plan to spend some time later making you feel just as hot as you made me feel, but right now, I think we’ll just have a quickie so that we can start the day.”

“Speak for yourself, you slug,” I said with a grin as I brought my hands to join his, “I’ve already been up for hours, but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to do some actual fishing.” I spoke between deep breaths, trying not to go off too soon before him.

“See, I knew I could get you to come around to my point of view.” He said as I shot a small load onto his hands and dick. He followed not more than 30 seconds later and we kissed in a leisurely way before he got off me.

Tim leaned down and grabbed my hand, pulling me up. We were both a little slippery from cum, but we managed. He led me to the shower and pulled me in after him. We soaped each other up under the hot water and made out for a while, mostly just enjoying the sensation of closeness as we fondled each other’s asses and I rubbed the slightly tense muscles of his lower back. We each managed to have another orgasm in the shower with the combination of the soap and the hot water in a space that would normally be too small for two grown men. We stepped out of the shower and toweled each other down. This was actually kind of fun. It was pleasant to have someone dry my back for me and I discovered that Tim was quite seriously ticklish, a fact which I mentally filed for later use. We ate a quick lunch of peanut butter sandwiches and veggies, eager to get out on the lake before it started to rain again.

As I started to put on some clothes, I saw Tim looking mildly disappointedly at his pile of dry gear. “What’s wrong, love?”

“Nothing, it just seems a pity to have to cover up. I like being naked with you.”

“I feel the same way, but I’m looking forward to fresh fish for dinner. We’ll spend the evening naked again if you want. In the meantime, wear these,” I said, tossing him the underwear I had thrown on before. “They’re yours, but I had them on for a while to avoid embarrassing the park ranger who stopped by.”

Tim raised an eyebrow, mischief tinting his eyes a deeper green. “Nice. It’s your first day as my lover and you’re already seducing random park rangers.” He looked at my flushed face as he pulled on the underwear. “Omigod! You really DID seduce the park ranger, didn’t you?”

“No, but I think I could have if I had tried. He’s coming to dinner in a few days; he wants to ask us about being gay.” I threw on my shirt and started to button it up.

Tim brushed away my hands and started doing up the buttons, then put his arms around me and leaned up to whisper in my ear, “Really … well, you are going to repeat the whole conversation to me, word for word, as we get the boat ready. I want to know if I have to worry about any competition.” He purred possessively. I leaned down and kissed him roughly, leaving him in no doubt whatsoever as to where my interests lay. We came up for air and I picked up my fishing gear and headed for the door.

“Don’t worry. If either of us has to worry about competition, it’s me. The poor guy went completely red and could barely form a sentence when he saw you through the window.”

I grinned at Tim’s squawk of mock-outrage.

I did fill him in as we got the boat ready. We launched it a little while later as Tim was saying, “I guess I can understand where he’s coming from. I mean, when I realized that I was gay it took a while to get used to it. For that matter, I have to say that you’re coping amazingly well given the situation.”

“I suppose. I mean, I haven’t thought at all about what I’m going to tell my family. Truth be told, I’m pretty nervous about that. On the other hand, I don’t have to worry about whether I’ll ever find someone and I know nobody at work will care since my boss is a lesbian. Besides, if I get a few more books out, I’ll be effectively self-employed.”

“Yeah, lucky you. I’ve still got to be careful not to freak clients out. On the other hand, my family is pretty good about it. My brothers are OK with it and my Dad doesn’t mind, since they have kids to carry on the family name. My mum was a bit worried about me, but she’s come around. The only problem is that she seems to think that I’ve acquired some mystic understanding of décor and women’s fashions. She keeps asking my advice and won’t take no for an answer. I’ve had to make cheat calls to Fiona to bail me out.”

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Dahlia Ch. 1

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I stared into the mirror, picking apart my every feature. I wasn’t ugly…whenever I went out, guys would look my body up and down..so I knew I had a body they could appreciate. My hair was my favorite…light brown and streaked with blonde, and it fell in tight natural ringlets to my waist. My eyes were light grey and slanted slightly at the corners…I wasn’t bad looking, my friends told me I was a babe…so why had Justin left me?

Wiping angrily at a tear that threatened to fall, I turned away from the mirror and flopped down on my bed. A picture of Justin and I last summer in New Orleans sat on the bedside table. He had both arms around me, with a wide grin on his face, his sky-blue eyes twinkling, and his silky black hair I loved so much mussed from the wind. In the corner he’d written “To my Angel with Love, Justin” in his scrawling script. Yeah apparently not enough, I thought bitterly to myself, and picked it up, hurling it at the door.

“Jeez girl you almost took off my damn head” Yelped my roommate Dahlia from the doorway. I’d nearly decapitated her, the heavy frame passing an inch from her face as she stepped into the bedroom.

I buried my face in my hands and cried. I felt her sit beside me on the bed and wrap her arms around me. “Angel, come on, don’t cry…” I pushed her away and leaned back, hugging my pillow.

She sighed, and stood up, pacing around the room and raking her hands through her short black hair. “Angel..I have something to tell you…” she said quietly. Something in her voice made me look up, and for the first time I noticed her eyes were red and puffy, and her face was streaked with dry tears.

I sat up and pulled her down next to me. “What happened?” I asked, grabbing a tissue from my nightstand and dabbing at my eyes.

“Uh..well..” she said, picking invisible lint off of her baggy jeans. I raised my eyebrow at her and she looked away. “I know why Justin broke up with you..” she mumbled.

“What?” I asked, confused. Her face reddened, and she stared at the floor, the toe of her nike pushing into my thick black carpet.

She took a deep breath and looked at me. “Jason left you for Julia.” She said, her eyes tearing up.

I felt a sudden hollowness in my chest, and felt the room start to spin…Justin had left me for JULIA!? Julia was not only Dahlia’s girlfriend, but aside from Dahlia, my best friend. What the hell was this bullshit!

“Angel what am I gonna do?” she wailed, laying her head on my shoulder and burying her face in my neck. She was sobbing hard. I knew it had to hurt…I was torn up as hell over Justin, but Dahlia had gone through hell with her family as well as Julia’s when they came out of the closet. We were still in high school at the time, and both sets of parents had refused to accept that they were lesbians and that they were seeing each other. It wasn’t until two years later when we graduated and Dahlia and I had gotten our apartment that they were free to see each other.

Justin and I had only been dating for two years compared to their five…What the hell did he see in Julia anyway? She was GAY as far escort bayan bursa as we all knew, and she was the exact opposite of me. She was tall, with short mousy hair, brown eyes, acne and was about 30 pounds overweight. She was pretty, but so much unlike me…. I was so confused..

My own tears streamed down my cheeks as I absentmindedly stroked Dahlia’s hair. She’d calmed a bit and was sniffling quietly in my arms. I held my best friend close, rocking her slowly back and forth, both of us in misery.

After awhile, she looked up at me, her green eyes moist with unshed tears. I gazed back at her, an odd feeling in my belly, unable to look away. I reached a finger out to brush the tears from her eyes and suddenly she was leaning up, her lips pressing ever so softly against mine. I pulled back slightly, shocked and a little bit confused. She looked up at me in shame and opened her mouth to apologize but it was too late. My mouth came down on hers slow and hard, my tongue sliding through her velvety lips, finding hers and teasing it gently.

She gave a low moan and wrapped her arms around me, and deepening the kiss. She sucked gently on my tongue, hers twining around mine. Her hands wandered down my body, caressing me sensuously through my clothes.

My hands slid down her sides, touching her silky skin. She gave a soft sigh, and settled me on my back, laying half on top of me. She kissed me slowly, then started a trail down my neck, licking and sucking gently at my skin. Moaning with pleasure I slipped my fingers under the elastic in her black bikini top and slipped it over her head. She smiled up at me, removing my T-shirt and then resuming her trail of kisses down my chest. She stopped at one breast, nipping at my already taut nipple, sending a spasm of pleasure through my entire body. Her fingers toyed with my other nipple, pinching and tugging as her tongue flicked over it’s mate. She switched breasts, and I slid my fingers over her small perky breasts, teasing her nipples as she lapped at mine.

She slid slower, trailing down my belly with a light tongue stopping every few moments to suck and kiss, making me want more. She reached the waistline of my panties, sliding her tongue under it teasingly her hands roaming over my quivering abdomen, before deftly sliding them down my legs.

I gazed down at her, my mind and body filled with the most intense pleause I’d ever felt in my life. Her thickly lashed eyes gazed back, boring deep into my soul. She kissed my dripping slit softly and moved back up my body, ignoring my pleas for her not to stop.

She lay on top of me, kissing me so softly and sweetly, her tongue dancing in an erotic rhythm with mine. I slowly slid off her shorts, a thrill running through me when I saw she wore nothing beneath. I pulled her closer to me, my hands exploring every inch of her soft, silky body, kissing her with a fervor I’d never experienced before. Her smooth pussy ground into my neatly trimmed muff, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. Her hands reached beneath me, cupping my ass and pulling me up against her, my clit bursa sinirsiz eskort rubbing against hers. She let out a small gasp at the same moment I felt myself tip over the edge. We clung to each other for a moment, kissing slowly and then she broke away.

She knelt between my legs, her fingertips trailing tenderly down my thighs. She smiled up at me, then dipped her head down and plunged her tongue into my hot, wet pussy. I called her name, my hands running over and over again through her hair. She purred happily as her tongue explored every inch of my throbbing cunt, sliding out to circle around my clit. She slid two fingers inside me thrusting in time with her tongue which was now swirling frantically around my clit. Overcome with the orgasm that was once again threatening to overtake me, I arched my hips, begging her for more. Her fingers delved into my hole, pressing on my g-spot and sending me flying over the edge again, screaming “Dahlia” at the top of my lungs. My pussy clenched around her fingers, a hot tingling sensation travelling from my convulsing cunt to my breasts, washing me in a glow of utter euphoria. Spent, we collapsed into each others arms.

She stroked my face gently with her fingertips, and kissed me softly. I rested my head in the hollow of her neck and dozed, content.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Act Two

A week had passed since my experience with Dahlia, and you could cut the tension with a knife. I loved her to death, she’d been my best friend since kindergarten, and she’d given me the best sex of my life.

I was still confused however..I’d never been attracted to any woman at all before, and I wanted her again. We were both still hurting from the way our respecive relationships had ended, and I think she was just as confused as I was as to what our relationship would become.

We hadn’t really seen each other all week. I worked the nightshift, bartending at our favorite hangout, while she worked days at an insurance office. Friday was our only mutual day off and when I wandered into the kitchen that morning to find Dahlia sitting accross from Julia at the kitchen table.

My heart leapt into my throat and I felt a pang of jealousy. The bitch had dumped Dahlia, stealing my man in the process and here she was in my house talking to Dahlia again.

I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down beside Dahlia, slamming the mug as I set it down. Julia jumped, then averted her eyes as I directed a dagger glare at her. “Hello slut” I said casually, taking a sip of coffee.

Dahlia turned her head trying to hide a giggle, and I felt a little better.

Julia’s face reddened, and she glared at me. “I was having a private conversation with Dahlia if you don’t mind.” she snapped.

Okay that did it. I stood up and stared her down. “First of all, you cheat on Dahlia with MY MAN, and then have the nerve to come into MY HOUSE and tell me I am INTRUDING?” I leaned down close to her face and said calmly, “You’ve stolen my boyfriend, and you are nothing but a whore. Don’t even think about disrespecting escort bayan me further and telling me what I can or cannot do in MY home.”

Dahlia yanked me back into my chair and leaned back. “Julia here was just begging for my forgiveness. It seems as if Justin ditched her cuz he’s still in love with you.”

That hit me hard for a moment, and then surprizingly I realized that I didn’t give a damn. He cheated on me, and left me. He was done and in the past.

I leaned casually on Dahlia’s chair. “Uh yeah. He cheats on me with THAT” I said rolling my eyes in Julia’s direction, “Then expects me, or so I assume to forget because he LOVES me.” Laughing I leaned over and planted a wet kiss on Dahlia’s lips. “Sorry Julia, but I’ve moved on.”

I smiled to myself as Julia’s eyes widened in shock. The girl looked as if she’d just found out her mother died. Dahlia blinked, looking dazed and then grinned, kissing me back. “Yeah.” she said, a note of finality in her voice. “Angel and I are dating now.”

Julia stood up and ran out the door, as Dahlia and I collapsed into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.

We wiped our tears and sat in silence for a moment, then Dahlia turned to me. “I meant what I said Angel…I want to be with you.” She blushed and ducked her head and I smiled, tipping her chin up with my fingers. “Dahlia..I want you too. You’ve been all I could think about all week.”

I gently lifted her arms and slid off her nightshirt revealing her naked body. Breathing in her sweet scent, I let my lips roam over her breasts, kissing each one softly. She let out a deep, contented sigh and placed her hands on my shoulders, her fingers massaging gently. I slid slowly between her slender legs and slowly kissed around her outer lips. I’d never done this before, unsure of where to start, and the musky scent of her exposed pussy was driving me insane with lust. Moving on instinct, I slowly slid my tongue up and down her slit, causing her to squirm and wrap her legs around my shoulders. I slid it inside her tight hole, following with a finger and was pleased when she moaned my name. My other hand toyed with the soft skin around her clit as I slow-fucked her with my tongue. Her hips began to move, plunging my tongue into her deeply. Her cunt was so hot and she tasted so incredible that I never wanted to stop.

I slid another finger into her, exploring the sensitive skin inside her and moved my tongue to caress her throbbing clit. “Ohhhh Angel, baby” she moaned, leaning down and burying her face in my hair. Happy I was giving her pleasure, I formed my lips into an “o” shape and sucked her clit into my mouth, humming softly as my tongue swirled around it in time with my fingers that were still pumping in and out of her.

Suddenly her legs tightened around me, her fingernails digging into my shoulders and letting out a strangled, primal cry of pleaure. The muscles inside her pussy convulsed around my fingers as the cum gushed out of her. I eagerly licked it all up causing her to scream. She pushed me away and yelled “Don’t stop Angel, please don’t stop” which made me laugh and I stood and straddled her lap, kissing her deeply, wanting her to taste her sweet release on my lips.

We sat there awhile, talking quietly and kissing, discussing plans for the future. We’d been through alot in the past few weeks, but now I felt more content than I’d been for a long time.

To Be Continued…

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Alex and Dylan

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Disclaimer: This is fiction. The author does not condone these acts, or any acts of betrayal in any way. I hope that you enjoy this story – but that’s all it is, a story.

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I’d known Dylan since we’d been at school. His family moved up when we were both in Year 8 and both of us being 12-year-old natural loners, we bonded almost immediately. We used to hang out by the tennis courts during break and lunch all through the next five years, discussing how much we hated school, our parents and most of all the girls who never looked twice at us. Of course, those who did, we weren’t interested in. I guess it’s a teenage thing, a subconscious desire to be cool, but the reason that the popular girl is so often stereotyped as a bitch is that kids are cruel and are drawn to cruelty – especially in a pretty package. It’s only as we mature that we realise that advertising signs con you and the most beautiful, ivy covered buildings are often decadent and crumbling inside. Hell, when I meet people, they often think that I’m a nice guy. I’ll let you make your own judgments.

The one person who was off-limits for our bile-filled rants was Dylan’s younger, by two years, sister. Dylan was always protective of Alex, I recall once he ploughed into a group of four or five boys – what our American friends would call “sport jocks” – who were teasing Alex by holding her hands over her head. Sitting with him later in the medical room, whilst the nurse went off to collect more cotton wool to mop up his bloody nose, I asked him why he’d done it.

“Because she’s my sister,” he said, looking at me like I was a Martian. “What was I meant to do?” I had no answer. I guess being an only child that feeling of sibling solidarity was an alien concept. I got plenty of chances to see it up close, though, watching Dylan and Alex together. When I visited the maelstrom of his house I could see how Alex acted as the solid point that enabled him to lever off the abuse hurled at him by his mother. As for her, she clearly loved and trusted her brother. Some of that rubbed off on me, which I didn’t mind one bit. She was cute as a child and as she grew older, she became beautiful. She had long straw-blonde hair, contrasting with Dylan’s short, light brown hair, but shared his bright blue eyes. We chatted some times but as she grew prettier I became more and more awkward around her. I would have died before I admitted it to Dylan, but I was developing a huge crush on his sister. To be honest, I’ve never really lost it. She was the first girl I ever felt that strong, sexual desire for. More than one girlfriend has had to be placated after a Freudian slip in a moment of unguarded passion. As far as I know, Dylan was never aware of how I felt. Nor, for that matter, was Alex.

Life went on and Dylan and I passed our GCSE’s and then our A-levels and ended up at the same university, middle-ranking, middle-England and as bland as university can be. Those American films portraying College life as one long beer-infused party seemed like some kind of cruel joke. I guess going to the same place as Dylan was a mistake, we were just as insular as at school. This time however, we both had more of a desire to spread our social wings, as it were. We joined clubs, I a film-shooting club and Dylan a debating society. We also started hanging out with other friends and I, god knows how, found myself a girlfriend. Sara was amazing; gentle, understanding and hot. She used to delight in sex in unusual places – blowjobs at the back of the double-decker bus, frigging her in the cinema, creeping off mid-meal at the local restaurant for a quickie in the toilets. I used to call Dylan up each week and recount these episodes in all the glorious detail. She was my first girlfriend and I just badly needed to tell someone about it all. Somehow it didn’t seem quite right to talk to my mum about it. Dylan used to get morose as I was telling him about Sara – I have to admit that I enjoyed this. Sometimes, I’d make up stories so as to have an excuse to phone him. I was suddenly the superior in our previously equal relationship. More than once he’d sigh and tell me he wished he could meet someone like Sara – even the eighteen year-old Alex had a boyfriend now. I’d tell him that he would meet someone eventually – if he ever had, of course, I’d have been gutted.

It was indirectly through Sara that the first seeds were planted. She liked role-play; dressing me up as a policeman, her as a hooker, that sort of thing. I always felt a bit uneasy, as if it wasn’t me fucking her anymore, but went along with it partly out of love and partly because, in my inexperience, anything Sara suggested seemed like it was an integral part of a healthy sex life. One night she suggested that we pretended to be brother and sister. I shrugged and said ok, thinking that it would just be another night of dressing up as someone else. As I’ve said, I was an only child, so it was quite a surprise when I found that, as I stroked my cock in and out of her pussy whilst she told me how bad her ‘brother’ was for fucking her, I felt an unfamiliar excitement churning escort bursa in my stomach. The thought of Sara lying on her back, legs wrapped around her brother’s back whilst he pumped his seed into her, turned me on like never before. I came long and hard into her, surprising her into her own orgasm.

We played the same role-play a couple of times more but Sara soon got bored of any of our fantasies and was always looking for a new thrill. I tried probing her about her feelings for her brother, but my clumsy attempts only caused arguments about the separation of fantasy and reality. A perfectly reasonable position, my head told me – my cock, however, disagreed. There was still a problem, though. However turned on I was by the thought of incest between brother and sister, the thought of Sara actually fucking someone else was a major turn-off. It was when I found her in bed with a one-night stand two years down the line that I finally drew the line under all the arguments and petty squabbling that had developed a barrier between us. At the time, though, I was still deeply in love, not just lust. No, what I needed was another way to get my kicks. The opportunity that presented itself wasn’t exactly planned. I’d not constructed anything more than loose fantasy until that night.

Alex had split up with her boyfriend and had come down for the weekend to visit Dylan. She was pretty upset, very cut up. He’d dumped her – something about needing more space, which really meant he fancied her friend – and she was feeling unattractive and unwanted. Dylan and I did our best to cheer her up took her to a hairdressers who cut her hair to shoulder length and even arranged to head out to a coursemate’s party. As Alex was getting ready, Dylan told me to look out for her.

“She’s vulnerable at the moment,” he said. “I want you to help me look after her.”

“No problem.” I said.

The party itself was pretty boring – loud music, loud shirts and loud people but Alex seemed to enjoy being amongst the ‘grown up students’. She was dancing and getting a lot of attention. A couple of times Dylan or I had to give warning glances to drive away a predatory male who got too close.

“Isn’t this fantastic,” Alex gushed as Dylan headed off to the kitchen to get us another drink. “everyone is so cool!”

“You’re having a good time then?” I laughed.

“Oh yes, I always do with you and Dylan.” Alex paused. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure. Fire away.”

“It’s just that with you and Dylan being so close, I’ve always thought of you as a kind of half-brother, only you’re not my brother, so…” By this time, my trousers were starting to get uncomfortably tight. I tried to concentrate on Alex’s words to take my mind off of it. What she said next didn’t help.

“Do you think any of these guys would sleep with me?” I choked in amazement.

“I’m sure lots would.”

“Oh one would be enough. Trouble is, with Dylan, there’s no way he’d let me go off with someone. I like the idea of just, you know, doing it with a stranger…” she trailed off as Dylan came up with our drinks.

“You ok?” he asked, giving me a funny look.

“Yeah.” I croaked. “Actually, do you think you could get me a glass of water?”

“Sure.” Dylan said amiably and wandered off back to the kitchen.

“I take it you got rid of him for a reason?” Alex asked me.

“Yeah, I mean, yes.” I stuttered. “It’s just that, well, I wanted you to know that you can use my room.” And then, in a sudden flash of inspiration. “Actually, we have a sort of club on campus.”

“A club? What do you mean?”

“It’s a kind of sex club… what happens is that any girl who wants no-frills, no-questions sex, goes into her room and puts a piece of red clothing in the window. A few minutes, maybe half an hour later, some guy comes up to her room and they, you know. The only condition is that the lights have to be off and there can be no talking. That way it’s kept a secret.”

Alex was looking at me with a fair degree of scepticism. Not surprising, really as I’d just spun her a plotline out of a bad B-movie. I smiled at her, much cooler than I was feeling.

“You wait – I’ll show you, if you want.”

“I guess.” She said, as Dylan came back with my water. I was trembling with excitement.

“I tell you what,” I said. “Let’s do shots.” Without giving Alex and Dylan a chance to object, I headed off to the kitchen, in search of the bottle of vodka I’d seen earlier.

Five shots each and a bit of dancing later, Alex was getting giggly. Dylan was definitely the drunker side of tipsy. I knew that if my plan was going to work, I’d need to get the two separated somehow. Then I got lucky.

“I want to go home,” said Alex, abruptly. I looked at her sharply and saw that she was staring across the room at a guy making out with a girl. The guy looked a bit like her ex-boyfriend and she was obviously making some unpleasant associations.

“Aww not yet,” moaned Dylan. He had been staring at a girl for the last ten minutes. I knew that he’d sit there watching her, fantasising about approaching bursa merkez eskort her for about half an hour, before sloping home disconsolate.

“I’ll take you,” I offered Alex.

“Ok. Dylan, you ok?” she said.

“Yeah sure.” He said a bit distracted. Alex shrugged and grabbed her coat.

“Come on.” She said to me.

On our way back to our house, I deliberately steered her a slightly different way. Suddenly she stopped and pointed at a window.

“Is that…?” she asked, gazing in astonishment at the red bra hanging in the window.

“A-hah.” I said, not mentioning that it had been hanging there for at least two weeks – a trophy I guess. Alex was silent for the rest of the journey home. As soon as we got into our house, she turned to me.

“You really don’t mind if I use your room?”

“Not at all – just give me a few moments to tidy up, change the sheets…” I said. She nodded and bounced – no lie – off to the bathroom. I hurried to my room – we wouldn’t have long. I’d already changed my sheets that morning and my room was pretty tidy. What I wanted to do however was set up my video camera on the shelf opposite the bed. I’d bought a pretty hot camera for my latest project and it had a night-vision function, which I switched on. Sara and I had already worked out that placing the camera there gave a perfect view of the bed. I hit record and was just rearranging the pillows when Alex walked in. She looked fantastic, she’d put her hair up in a bun and had changed into a black negligee. I was surprised that she’d brought something so sexy to visit her brother – I guess that she was hoping that the American movies weren’t lying about college.

“Remember,” I told her as I placed my red t-shirt in the window. ” No talking and no lights.”

Alex nodded nervously as I walked out the room.

“And have a good time!” I fired over my shoulder as I switched off the lights.

I went into Dylan’s room and sat on his bed. I didn’t have to wait long. Just a few minutes had passed when Dylan stumbled in, morose and drunk.

“You ok?” I asked.

“Huh.” He grunted.

“Didn’t go well then?” I asked.

“No,” he sighed. “Where’s Alex?”

“In the shower.” I lied. “Sara’s come over.”

“Oh?” Dylan’s shoulder’s slumped.

“Yeah – she wants to play another of her fantasies.”

“Which one this time.” Dylan was like a fish on a line, unable to resist being drawn in.

“She’s got this thing about pretending to be strangers. I don’t know, I don’t really feel like it. She wants to fuck in the dark, with no talking or anything.”

“No talking? So how will she know it’s you?”

“That’s the point. She won’t. It could be anyone, me, Steve, you…” I trailed off and let Dylan mull this over.

“So,” he said at last. “How would you feel about someone else sleeping with her?”

“What?” I acted surprised at the thought. “She’d never cheat on me. I’d dump her if she did and never talk to the guy again. I mean, she’s a good girlfriend, really.”

“Right. So what are you going to do?”

“Just leave her there to stew, I guess. I tell you what, though, I’m starving. I’m going to head down to the supermarket – you want anything?”

“Um, no.” said Dylan, preoccupied with his thoughts.

“Ok – I’ll be about half an hour.” I said and headed out of the room and down the stairs. I opened the door and headed outside. I watched as Dylan’s light was switched off and then headed down to the supermarket. I grabbed a pack of biscuits and had to force myself not to run down the road back to our dorm. I’d taken about twenty-five minutes and when I got back, Dylan’s light was still out. I waited outside until I saw the light switch back on. I then quietly crept upstairs and knocked gently on my door.

“Come in.” said Alex and I pushed the door open and turned the light on. She was sitting in my bed, her hair down and the duvet wrapped around her. On her face was a big smile.

“That was fantastic. Thank you so much!” she said and spontaneously grabbed me and kissed me. I had to stop myself throwing myself on her and contented myself with kissing her cheek.

“You’d better get dressed – no actually, I told Dylan that you were in the shower. You’d better go wet your hair.”

Alex nodded and I watched as she shimmied out of the room to the shower. I switched the camera off and went over to Dylan’s room.

“Hey, how are you?” I asked tossing him the biscuits.

“Not bad, I’ve just been reading a book.” He replied chirpily.

“Oh? Any good?” I said.

“Not bad,” he replied, turning as Alex came in, towelling down her hair.

“I’ve just had a shower.” She said.

“Well, we’d better get to bed,” Dylan said. “Alex, I’ve got a mattress on the floor for you.”

“Thanks.” She scrunched up her nose.

“I’m going to head off to bed.” I said, eager to see what I’d captured on tape.

“Right,” said Dylan with a grin and turned to Alex. “Sara’s over.”

“Oh?” said Alex flashing me a grin.

“Uh, yeah,” I said, heading bursa sınırsız escort out the room to giggles.

The camera had been placed perfectly, The first shot was of me rearranging the pillows and then Alex came into the room. Cue our conversation and then, as I fired off my parting shot and switched the light off, the night-vision picked up Alex climbing onto the bed. Lying down, she eased her panties down, over her knees and dropped them to the floor. Spreading her legs she slowly started to rub herself at the top of her pussy, slowly at first and then speeding up. Every now and then she dipped her fingers into her cunt, first one and then two until she was eventually finger-fucking herself at speed whilst rubbing her clit with her thumb. She was uttering little stifled moans, until with a gasp she arched her back and came. Continuing to slowly rub her pussy, she drew her legs together and rolled onto her side, like a reclining Venus. It was at this moment that the door opened a crack. No light was cast from outside – the hall light must have been switched off – but with the night-vision you could easily make out the shape of Dylan making his way, slowly in the dark across the room. The microphone picked up his heavy breathing as well as Alex’s more shallow breaths. As Dylan reached the bed, his hand touched Alex’s hip and he drew it back as if he’d received an electric shock. The affect on Alex was no less dramatic – she gasped and pushed her hips forward. Dylan hesitantly reached out again and this time, Alex took his hand and guided it to her breasts. Dylan slowly rubbed her breasts through her negligee and then ran one of his hands along her thigh. Leaning down he kissed her surprisingly firmly on the mouth. Alex wrapped her hands around Dylan’s neck and pulled him down on top of her. Their breathing was becoming more ragged but strangely synchronous, it was as if they were breathing the same piece of air. Suddenly Dylan broke the embrace and ripped off his shirt and trousers. From the first uncertain moves, he’d grown in confidence and instinct was taking over. Alex kissed his neck, then his chest, down his stomach to his cock, which sprung erect, knocking her on her cheek when she pulled his pants down. Grasping it she licked it from the base to the tip and then took the tip into her mouth. Dylan put his hands on the back of her head, playing with her hair and pulling it out of it’s bun and letting it hang down to her shoulders. Alex was now flicking the tip of his cock with her tongue – she had obviously had experience giving head, experience that her brother was now benefiting from. Suddenly Dylan pushed her away onto her back and climbed between her legs. Taking his cock in his hands he lined it up against his sister’s slit and clumsily pushed. By now I had my dick in my hands and was stroking it furiously as I watched Dylan’s cock slide into his sister’s pussy. Suddenly I had a thought – Dylan was not using a condom! I had told Dylan many times that Sara was on the pill – she liked the freedom it gave us. He thought he was fucking Sara, so he thought that no condom was necessary. Alex certainly hadn’t taken any kind of pill all that day, so what he was in fact doing was sliding his cock into his unprotected sister’s twat. If he came inside her, she would have no defence to stop his incestuous sperm entering right up to her womb and to the fertile eggs that lay there. I watched in fascination as he pushed in and Alex’s hips rose to meet him. Slowly at first, but then their rhythm built until they were pounding against each other. My hand was stroking my dick, matching each thrust of Dylan’s hips. Their groaning grew – Alex’s was shriller than Dylan but both were muffled. Dylan was obviously afraid he’d be recognised, Alex maybe that Dylan would hear her next door. Little did she know that the man pushing his cock in and out of her twat was in fact her brother. Suddenly, Dylan’s arse muscles twitched and he let out a grunt. With one last thrust he lay there twitching; Alex was impaled on her brother’s cock as it pumped sperm into her and she orgasmed around it. Gently Dylan kissed her and pulled out. As he gathered his clothes clumsily in the dark, Alex lay back against the pillow, her legs spread wide and her pussy glistening with her and her brother’s fluids. Dylan having gathered his clothes, left the room as silently as he could. Alex just lay on the bed, her negligee bunched up around her chest a happy smile on her lips. It was only when my knock was heard on the door that she grabbed her panties and wrapped the duvet around her.

I lay back exhausted. I’d cum just before Alex and Dylan had and felt drained. I wiped up the mess and lay down on the bed. The same bed as the brother and sister had fucked on, unknowingly, just an hour before.

Alex went back the next day – apparently much happier. A week later came the news that she was back with her boyfriend – the fling in my room was never mentioned. Dylan was a bit funny around Sara for a bit, causing her to suggest to me that he’d started to fancy her. I just shrugged – our sex life had never been better and we were going through what I’d later look back on as the best period of our relationship. Dylan himself became much more extrovert. When he did find himself a girlfriend, I wasn’t as disappointed as I thought I’d be – I guess the knowledge of what was contained on the video tape in my room gave me my security.

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