My Sunday Ride

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Dear Jake,

I must tell you about my ride Sunday. I just had an argument with my roommate, I was so angry. I needed to get out and clear my head. So, I decided to go out to my bike and go for a ride.

Did I mention my bike before? It is a 98 Harley Softail Custom, I have a street sweeper rear fender and a Jessie James front, dual tanks. 15 inch ape hangers and a bitch bar that is taller than my 5’6″ frame. Just looking at the bike makes me wet myself; and then when I get on and start it, there is no stopping the stream of juices.

Anyway, I was upset with my roommate, so I hopped on the bike and took off. I headed out of the local area and decided to take off in a different direction then I usually do. This way the roads are very curvy, I like the feel of the bike as it moves around the curves, reminds me of your hands moving along mine. My bike is made to be between my legs, the power at my complete control, letting me ride it fast and hard.

Did I mention, that it was a beautiful day out? I put on a white tank, low cut in the front, barely covering my B cups, the back cut even lower, showing my tat that covers the full upper half of my back? I had on my tight jeans, fits like a glove and they make the ride that much more, enjoyable. My dark red hair was flying free, I really didn’t want to take the time to put it up.

Well, as I took off I started relaxing, letting the wind excite me, the vibrations between my legs, the raw power under my control, the wind beating my shirt against my ever hardening nipples. My jeans rubbing my pussy, did I tell you I have figured out the right gearing to optimise the experience, just shifting to the side gets me wet?

By now, I have forgotten what had sent me out in such a hurry and I wasn’t going to think about it. Just enjoying the ride. This time being alone makes the ride that much better. I sneak a peak at my breast, I can see them, my shirt is blowing away from me, I see how the wind is trying to move the separation of my shirt between my breast to expose one. This excites me, wouldn’t it be nice to be riding down the road having the wind move just right and bringing my breast to full exposure, especially when others are driving by?

I look down breifly then look back at the road. The next time I look down I see my hard pink nipple, I look at the other one and see it is also very hard, although that ones view is through the shirt, exciting but not as much as the exposed one. Seeing this makes me shift just a bit feeling the juices starting to drip. I sit back on the bike bringing my leg up onto the primary case.

Then I bring escort antep my hand down between my legs, rubbing it bringing memories of other times that have caused such sensations, feeling the vibrations pulsing through my body. I focus on the sensation between my legs, my breasts, my nipples. I even take my hand from my pussy and bring it to my mouth, licking them and bringing them down to my nipple rubbing it, then moving my hand back to my pussy letting the wind blow the wetness from my nipple.

The sensations going through my body, the moisture, the rubbing, the vibrating, the smacking of my shirt against my hardened nipple, all this brings me to a memory, one of a story and I loose it completely, cumming everywhere. I feel the wetness on my seat, running between my legs, the tingling through my body, giving in to the pure pleasure of the experience. My only hope now is to continue the ride and hope the crotch of my jeans will dry before I have to stop.

Well, now I have to ride some more just to dry off, good thing I went in a different direction this one in a more quiet road. I continue down for a while, winding and twining through the back roads, through the farmland that is around my new place. After a while, I need to reposition, when I do I bring my legs back setting my feet on the back foot pegs, this making me think. Think back to the previous story I sent you. I press down on the pegs moving my ass up just a bit, experimenting to see if it would be possible?

So I started thinking of how much I/we could enjoy the ride, you slipping down from the back of my bike bringing me down onto your lap. Taking control of the handlebars, letting me slide out of my pants throwing them off to the side of the road, I don’t expect to be needing them where we are going. After I am finally free from the confines of my pants, I move my hands down the front of me sliding them inbetween my legs, stopping for a quick, wet feel before continuing farther down, moving past my ass because if I stop there I may not leave.

I am now feeling your confinement, I feel you pushing to get out, not wanting to make you wait any longer I unzip your pants, you popping out excited at the thought of getting close to something so, hot, tight and wet. Seeing me naked from the waist down sends shivers up your spine. I grab onto your throbbing cock, taking it tightly into my hand you feel my juices that haven’t had the time to dry in the wind on my fingers. I start stroking up and down as I move my pussy closer to you, you can feel the warmth inviting you to cum inside. I move my legs escort araban up behind you resting them on the seat you just left, lifting myself just slightly, getting more leverage.

I move myself slowly down onto your hardened cock. Moving the tip of your cock in, stopping and slowly moving you back out. I move your tip in again giving you a taste of the pleasure awaiting you, while moving my hand back down your cock, then up meeting my pussy just below the tip. I move back up taking you out, moving my hand over your tip, rubbing my juices into the tip and into the palm of my hand, moistening it to ease the movement back down your shaft; bringing you back into me.

Now I move you deeper in, slowly moving. I take my free hand and start rubbing my clit, moving my fingers from that down feeling you inside of me, moving you inbetween my fingers rubbing then bringing it back up to my clit. I bring you back out, then move you back down. This exciting me even more. I keep moving up and down on top of your hardend cock, rubbing my clit moving you inbetween my fingers, rubbing you. Moving faster, moaning with pleasure. I am now completely wet, your pants are saturated with my juices, my hands moving easily around you. Bringing you completely down into me. This time I move my feet from the seat behind you and down onto the rear footpegs. Getting more support to keep my movements going. I keep playing rubbing, stroking, bringing you in and out of my pussy. Wanting you deeper, wanting more. I slip my fingers inside my pussy next to you, rubbing moving inside and out, up and down. Keeping you just inside not letting you leave.

This time my movements are making it hard for you to keep control of the bike, your concentration is getting harder to keep. You look down at me wanting to just grab on and pull me, take control. Forcing me to do as you please instead of letting me continue to tease you. So you pull over, quickly turning off the bike, putting the kickstand down grabbing me my the hips and pulling me, forcing me down taking you completely inside of me, causing even more of my fingers inside. You hear me moan louder telling you to “Fuck me, Fuck me Hard”

Not wanting to disappoint me, you continue fucking me hard, moving faster with each passing moment. Moving in and out, pulling me tightly against you grabbing me, fucking me. You take one hand from around my waist moving it up my back and grabbing a hand full of my hair, pulling I moan in complete excitement. You feel me tighten around you, feeling the increased moisture the dripping down your cock onto gaziantep arap escort bayan your balls, moving me up then down, fucking me harder and harder. I feel your dick getting harder and harder, I feel the tightening of your balls, when they smack against my clit teasing it, playing moving back and forth.

I grab them playing with them in my hand, encouraging them to continue to tease me. You continue to fuck me moving, now you are standing getting more leverage to pull me into you even harder, pushing farther inside.

Not wanting to be finished I quickly pull away from you turning then pulling off my shirt, moving my tits into your face telling you to lick them, bite them, suck them, play with them.

Then I start moving you closer to me, letting your tip just barely tickle the outside of my pussy, feeling the moisture just waiting for you to cum inside. I stay there enjoying your attention to my screaming nipples, your playing with one in your hand the other in your mouth, I tell you to bite harder, you do as you are told making me moan with pleasure. Not able to continue without having you fucking me I quickly move down burying you completely inside of me, moving you inside then out. Moving up and down, stopping just a short time to let you nibble some more on my nipples.

Now you have your arm around my waist trying to control me, trying to keep me from continuing in my frantic desire to have you completely inside, buried deep, throbbing, pulsing as you cum. I keep moving up and down until you can’t hold me any longer and deside to let me have my way, I continue slamming down onto your cock, then back up, repeating over and over.

I feel you are about to explode, oh how I want to watch as each stream erupts out of your tip. I want to catch it on my outstretched tongue. To be able to enjoy the flavors. The though causes me to gush, my juices now dripping down the side of my bike.

I feel you are getting ready to release yourself, so I quickly move off of my most recent of rides and bring you into my awaiting mouth. Sucking you and rubbing your shaft. Enjoying the flavors left there from my own dripping wet pussy.

I continue stroking you until I hear your moans getting louder, your breathing heavier, you dick harder, tighter. I move my lips from around your dick, but continue to stroke your shaft. Moving my hand up and down. You say “I’m going to cum”

I open my mouth, with my tongue outstretched. Just as I do, the first streams, come shooting out landing on my tongue. You continue releasing your massive load into my mouth, onto my tongue, some even landing on my cheek. Once you have finished, I move my finger, taking the cum on my cheek and moving it into my mouth, to savor the flavors you have given me.

This thought has now given me the most pleasurable ride I have had in a long time.

I hope you will be able to join me for a ride the next time you are in town.

HP

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Sister Sarah Ch. 06

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I have an amazing sex life. I would never have thought that it would stem from fucking my sister frequently, or that she would ever end up living with me as my lover. But true to my word, I took my sister in, and support her fully. It was just the next day that she packed up what she had, and moved in with me. I hired a moving company to help her, since I had to return to work following our weekend filled with sexual adventures. I have several bedrooms in my house, and I gave her one of her own to move her things into. Whatever she had that would create duplicate…furniture and things like that…were to be sold. We chose a room big enough to give her space, and most importantly to give the appearance that she actually did have her own room. If family or anyone else came by, it would be just as our story was to be, that she lived with me, and nothing more. In reality, Sarah lived in my bedroom. She slept with me every night, showered in the master bathroom, and did everything else there just as if we were partners. It was great having a sexy woman in my bed again, and it just felt right having that woman being my gorgeous sister.

The first night she stayed with me in new fashion, I came home from work and found her ready to be fucked by her brother. The movers had gone, and Sarah was dressed in one of my loose tanks that she’s become so fond of. That was all she had on. She was busying herself around the house, doing things to get settled. She was unpacking her things, and making my house her home. I came in and saw her body exposed under that tank top, and immediately became super aroused. She ran to me, jumped into my arms, and kissed me.

“I missed you today, J,” Sarah told me before kissing me again. Her always wet pussy ground into my abdomen as I supported her weight with my arms.

“I missed you, too, baby girl,” I replied. “Did you wear this all day?”

“No, silly. I put on shorts when I went to my house to help the movers.”

“You’re showing your sexy body to other people without me?” I asked, feigning disappointment.

“I’m sorry. Do you not want me to?”

“I’m messing with you, sweetheart! You’re incredibly gorgeous, and you know, if you got it, flaunt it, right?”

A look of relief came across her face, and she kissed me again. I let her down reluctantly, and watched as her shirt clung to me, and fully exposed her cunt to me. Before I could even put my hands on her, she excitedly wanted to show me everything she accomplished while I was working. She took me to her room, and showed me that her bed was already set up and made, clothes put away, and things in high order. I noted the glaring lack of clothing, but didn’t say anything. I figured she had put most of it in my closet, since there was ample room. That was our next stop. She showed me where she put her things, and it started to feel like home. As she opened drawers to our dresser, I again noted something. The glaring lack of undergarments.

“Sarah,” I inquired. “Where are your bras and panties? I don’t see any of them here.”

“Oh, they’re in my dresser in the other room. I don’t like wearing them, and I know you’d rather have me like this,” she replied, just before lifting the shirt up over her titties, and doing a quick spin.

“Well, you’re not wrong, love.” Truth was, I did enjoy having her scantily clad, or even completely naked when we were at home, or anywhere else, for that matter. I took her in my arms, and hugged her tight and kissed her neck. “You are not wrong at all, only…” I stepped back, and stripped her of her shirt, leaving her standing before me in all of her naked glory. “This is how I really prefer you.”

She smiled, and stepped to me, pressing her breasts into my chest. “Will you fuck me every day?”

“Just once?” I asked.

“Well, I mean if you’re up to more, I’ll gladly let you.”

“It’s a deal!”

Sarah giggled with delight before leading me to tour the rest of the house to show me all that she had done. I have to admit, having her girly touch around the house really made it feel like a home. It had felt so incomplete since my own divorce, and she was making it cozy again.

“So that’s the tour,” Sarah said. “Do you like it?”

“I do, Sarah. You make me so happy, and I know this is going to be perfect for us.”

A tear came to her eyes, and she kissed me sweetly, and thanked me for making this happen. “Now go get into something more comfortable. I have dinner started, and then we can relax. All this work has me worn out.”

She turned to tend to dinner, and I watched her briefly, working on things in the full nude, just as though it was natural. For us, it was becoming more natural to be naked at home and in front of each other. All hints of embarrassment or apprehension had long disappeared, and we were both happy to expose ourselves to each other. I loved watching my sister as she did things naked. Her perky tits just barely jiggling with her movements. Her ass and pussy exposed to me when she would bend over, not even paying attention to the fact that she was gaziantep zenci escort bayan naked. I really enjoyed the sight of her tits as they hung so pretty from her chest as she bent at the waist. I wanted to walk up behind her and fuck her in that position, but I reluctantly went to our bedroom to change. My sister’s nudity had me constantly hard. Hell, she made me hard when she was dressed! I decided to join her in the same way. I stripped naked, and placed my clothes in our hamper, and went to join her in the kitchen.

I saw Sarah again bent over at the oven tending to what she had inside. The site of her made my hard cock belch precum onto the floor. I literally squirted my lube. It left a sticky stream connected, as I continued to flow my juice. I reached to capture it in my hand, and collected a handful. I squeezed it around my cock as I walked up to her. Sarah was standing now, stirring a sauce on the stovetop. I walked up to her, and put my slimy cock between her ass cheeks, stopping right against her puckered hole. The heat of her ass made my cock even harder, and I squirted more precum against it. She moaned as I reached around her, and ran my slippery precum covered hand up her tummy to her breast. My others hand pulled her tight to me as she continued stirring the sauce.

Feeling my sloppy wetness on her body, she asked, “Did you just jack off, honey? I would have taken care of you.”

“I know, sweetheart. It’s not cum, though. It’s just precum.”

“Damn! Excited to see me much?”

“Yessss…” I hissed, as I pressed harder into her ass, feeling her start to relax her hole for me.

“Dinner will be ready in just a few minutes,” she told me breathlessly, feeling me start to enter her ass.

I nibbled her bare shoulders, and thrust the length of my penis all the way up into her asshole. Her knees went weak, and I put my arms around her to support her.

“It’s ok. I’m just playing a little bit while you cook.”

I started to slowly make love to her butt, giving her long, full thrusts. I was almost fully leaving her ass, then pushing my full length back up into her. Her ass eagerly took my slick pole, as I continued to lubricate her with copious amounts of precum. Sarah pushed back, and allowed me to take her tiny hole as she continued to work. She struggled, as her body tried to give in to the pleasure she was trying to ignore. When she bent to take the filets from the oven, I buried myself even deeper into her butt.

“Oh my god,” Sarah exclaimed, as she removed the pan and set it on the stove. She remained bent over a bit to feel me deeper inside of her ass. I pulled out, leaving a thick strand of precum connecting my penis to her delicate bum.

“Finish up, sweetheart. I’ll go set the table.”

Flushed, she smiled at me. As I stepped away, that string of lubricating fluid released from my cock, and connected as a streak down her legs. She kept it there, feeling the warm stickiness between her knees. I winked at her as I walked away to gather dishes. “There will be more of that later,” I promised her.

“I certainly hope so,” she replied.

Sarah had made filet mignon in a red wine reduction, perfectly medium. She had grilled asparagus and garlic herb mashed potatoes on the side. I could definitely get used to having her around. I never knew she was such a good cook. I poured us both wine, and she served us. By now, I was leaking so much that my legs and balls were soaked. Watching my sexy sister serve dinner completely naked had me even hornier than I thought possible. Her breasts swayed gently with her every move, and as she leaned, I watched as they lifted away from her chest, making her nipples point out. It was such an erotic scene, and I wanted nothing more than to pull her to me, and suck on those luscious breasts. She blushed as she caught me watching, which made her even more sexy. She knew what she was doing, and started exaggerating her movements to my enjoyment. I could see that her bare pussy was leaking it’s nectar down her legs, as she was getting more turned on by turning me on even more. Finally, she sat next to me, leaned over to kiss me briefly, and joined me to dine.

“So how was your day?” Sarah asked.

I smiled, as it had been forever since someone actually asked me that, and meant it sincerely. She really wanted to know.

“Well, it was actually good, but when I got home and saw you, it was perfect,” I replied.

She smiled at me, having felt in her heart what I had just said.

“And I have news. I have a project in South Carolina near the beach, and I have to leave tomorrow afternoon. I’ll be working from home in the morning, then leaving for the airport about noon.”

A worried look came across her face, as she obviously thought I was going to leave her alone in our newly established home together.

“There’s more,” I continued. “I bought you a ticket, so you’re going with me.”

Sarah abandoned her dinner, and jumped up. I knew she wanted gaziantep escort bayan a hug, so I scooted back just in time for her to land in my lap.

“I get to go with you?”

“Of course! Remember a while back when I promised to take you with me?”

“I remember, but I didn’t think it would happen this soon.”

“Baby, you know I travel a lot, and I want nothing more than to take you with me everywhere I go. I want us to be together forever, in everything we do.”

Emotion overtook her, and she cried tears of love and joy at my words. She kissed me. Her perky breasts pressed into my chest as she did. I reached behind her at the small of her back, and pulled her closer to me. My cock, still at full attention, mashed between our bodies as we made out. Our juices combined, and made me even wetter than before.

I hesitantly broke our kiss. “Let’s finish eating, and I’ll tell you about it.”

Sarah returned to her seat, now obviously excited about the trip. She listened intently as I gave her the details.

“We’ll be in a condo near the beach. Not on it, but close enough we can walk there during my off time, so plan on spending some time there. I will have to work most days, but will have evenings and weekends off, and a few days off during the week as well.”

“Days? Week? How long are we going to be gone?” Sarah asked.

“This trip, at least 2 weeks, maybe longer, depending on how the job goes.”

“Are you going to make love to me in another state?”

“Of course, sweet Sarah! I promised that to you.”

“Are you going to make love to me on the beach?”

“Let’s play that one by ear. It depends on…” I trailed off. “No. If my sister wants me to make love to her on the beach, I’ll make love to her on the beach.”

She straightened up, filled with glee as I agreed to make love to her out in the open.

“In fact, there is a balcony on our condo. Do you want me to fuck you out there, too?”

“YESSSSS,” Sarah hissed.

“Ass or pussy,” I inquired, trying to get her more excited.

“YESSSS!!,” she hissed again, clearly excited at the thought. “And I want to suck your cock out there, and I want you to fuck my tits out there, and I want you to cum all over me, and whoever sees gets to see.”

“You horny little minx,” I teased. “You’re really into this, aren’t you?”

“J, I want the world to know how much you love me, and I don’t care who sees you making love to me.”

“But you want to let them see me cum all over you?”

“Yes I do. I don’t even care if they find out you’re my brother. I love you, and I love it when you give me your cum all over my body, so if someone is watching that, then fine.”

“Well ok then!”

“What should I pack?” Sarah asked.

“Whatever you think you’ll want, baby. We’ll go out quite a bit, probably, so something you can wear to dinner. Any other time, you can just wear what you have on now,” I teased, jesting at her nudity.

She smiled excitedly at the thought of being naked in a strange place. “What about at the beach?”

Knowing she was excited about being naked in public again, I told her, “Not much. If I’m to fuck you on the beach, I want your beautiful body covered as little as possible, and as accessible to me as much as possible.”

She smiled, and said, “I have just the thing.”

“Ok, then let’s clean up here, and go get packed so we don’t have to mess with it in the morning.”

We stood, and started to gather dishes up. When we got to the kitchen, she placed what she had in the sink, then turned to take my load. As she turned, she looked down to see that I was still dripping precum from my rigid, veiny cock. A look of lust came over her face, and she pulled me to her, and embraced me. We kissed like long lost lovers, our tongues dancing in each other’s mouth. I put one arm behind her back, and with my free hand, I toyed with her breasts. I cupped one in my hand, and gently tugged at her nipple. A moan escaped her as she reached between us to grasp my slippery pole. I switched to her other tit, and treated it the same, building the passion and desire in her gorgeous body. She massaged my slick penis, up and down slowly, rubbing the tip into her abdomen, and just above her pussy.

“Fuck me, J.”

Who was I to be asked twice? Still in a kiss, I lifted her to the counter, and stepped into her. She sat up tall, and looked down as both of us watched as I slowly entered her. A ragged breath escaped her, and I looked at her face as she watched her brothers penis enter her vagina. She never stopped watching until I had disappeared completely inside of her, my balls resting against her ass. She looked up and caught my eye.

“God I love seeing you enter me.”

I smiled at her, and gently urged her to lean back on her hands. When she did, I leaned to suck on her tits. Her nipples were super hard, as her whole body was turned on. I fucked her slowly, and sucked her breasts. I stood to watch her body, and her body language as I made love to her on the counter. Her eyes were closed most of the time, but she would occasionally look into my eyes, and nod encouragement as I pistoned into her sopping pussy. I held her legs up to give her more comfort, and pushed them apart to get to her innermost depths. Her pussy contracted around me as she was rocked by orgasm, forcing even more of her sweet girl juice out of her. We were both so wet that we dripped our combined fluids onto the floor below us.

“J, I want you to cum on me tonight. Will you cum on me tonight? Please cum on me. Cum all over me.”

Hearing my sister beg for my cum was bringing me to the edge. I fucked her a bit faster now, unable and unwilling to leave her hanging. She came again as I sped my motions.

“Baby, I’m going to cum!”

“Cum on me!” She begged again. I pulled out, and she hopped off the counter, and immediately went to her knees.

“It’s going to be a lot, love,” I warned

She grabbed my cock, and started stroking me. I watched as she gave me an amazing handjob to finish me off, and noticed her breasts jiggling with every move. Her free hand went to her pussy, where she scooped up some of her delicious juices. She smeared it on my cock, using both hands to stroke me now. She briefly took me into her mouth to taste our combined fluids.

“Here it comes,” I grunted, and then erupted. Thick streaks of cum left my penis, and my sister aimed me in different places on her body to get as much coverage as she could. I came on her face and in her hair. I blasted cum on her breasts, coating them so semen dripped from her nipples. I came on her pussy. When my forceful blasts started to diminish, Sarah took me into her mouth, and sucked the rest from me. She continued to suck, and never released me until I started to shrink in her mouth. She looked so fucking hot, literally covered in my cum, with my dick in her mouth. It was almost enough to keep me hard, but I was still exhausted from the day.

I helped Sarah to her feet as she licked the last droplets of cum from her fingers. It seemed to be a pleasant dessert for her. I put my arm around her waist, and guided her to our bedroom so we could start packing for our trip. I pulled out two suitcases, but Sarah stopped me.

“Unless you’re taking a lot, I don’t think we’ll need two. I’m taking the minimum, and my toiletries,” she told me. She stood there smiling, still covered in my cum.

I asked, “what do you mean by minimum?”

“I mean, I know we’ll be going out, so I’m just rolling some sun dresses for that, and maybe a couple of pairs of shoes.”

“No bras? No panties?”

She laughed at that. “No, silly! Most of the time, I intend to be naked, and when I can’t do that, I want to be dressed as little as possible.”

My sister had clearly taken to her new lifestyle in my home. In the short time she has been here, I haven’t seen her dressed even once. Granted, it has only been a very short time, but she is thoroughly enjoying her ability to be naked when she wants to be.

“Ok, my love,” I started. “As my princess wishes. Please just be careful to not get us arrested,” I joked.

I watched her gorgeous, naked, cum coated body head to the closet to select her dresses. Meanwhile, I started gathering my own clothes, but found it difficult to keep my eyes off of my sister. She didn’t have a care in the world, prancing around as she was. She rolled a few dresses tightly, and used less than half of the available suitcase space. I was going to be able to easily put my things in, along with our toiletry bag. We checked and double checked to make sure we had all we needed, and I zipped up. I put the suitcase by the bedroom door, just in case we thought of anything last minute. As it was getting late, I suggested that we shower, and get ready for bed.

“I’m so excited to go tomorrow, I doubt if I’ll sleep,” Sarah said.

“Well you can always sleep on the plane,” I told her.

“Doubtful…” she trailed off, as we went to the shower. I watched her again as she reached in to turn on the water, and let it warm up. I truly adore watching her naked form bending in different ways, and showing me different viewers of her amazing body. My heart warmed with love, as I again came to the realization that I was in love with my sister, the most beautiful woman in the world. As I was standing in awe, and lost in my thoughts, Sarah had entered the shower.

“Hey, daydreamer. Care to join me?” Sarah asked, as she ran her hands over her breasts under the water. I snapped out of my trance, and stepped in to join her, immediately taking her in my arms, and pulling her close. Her arms came up around my neck, and we kissed under the cascading warm water. I ran my hands down her back, and to her perfect ass. I spread her cheeks, and pulled her tighter to me, my rising cock pressing against her pussy. I felt the heat from her most precious region radiating onto my pole, and it made me full hard almost instantly. Sarah’s hard nipples ground into my chest, and she twisted her upper body back and forth, rubbing her tits against me, effectively scrubbing away the cum I had sprayed on her earlier. My cock nestled comfortably between her pussy lips, and I felt her start to hump against me. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths, and we found ourselves lost in erotic bliss as we loved each other.

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Sister, Sister, Mean Sister

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I was barely 18, just out of high school the year my sister Florence came to live with Mom and me. Florence was my half sister from my Dad’s first marriage.

I really didn’t know her growing up, just visits maybe 2-3 times per year. She mostly ignored me, I considered her to be a stuck up snot to be honest. She grew up being cared for by my Aunt, after Dad died Mom just couldn’t handle Florence and me both. I was pretty mellow, Florence was a handful, boys, drinking, into something all the time.

My Aunt lived on a farm way out in the country so that put quite a damper on Florence’s exploits.

Now I had to put up with her underfoot all the time. Every morning she would go into the bathroom and lock the door. It would be a solid hour before she came out, plastered with makeup, looking like she was going somewhere even though she wasn’t.

Just a pain in the ass, mostly.

Add in that she seemed to delight in finding something about me to put down, treating me like a little kid because she was 3 years older than me.

My life became simply miserable.

Florence got the big bedroom upstairs, too. That meant I was out in the main room, more like a dormitory than a room. When Dad was alive he logged our place, the crew that worked for him spent 5 nights each week at the house, and they used the big main room. The side bedroom was on the left at the top of the stairs, it had a door. The big room on the right had nothing, no privacy at all.

So on top of everything else, I lost my nice private room, that pissed me off.

One thing about the upstairs was the ceiling. It was just wooden boards, not even painted. The old house was never finished. The boards had gaps about a half inch wide between them. They were probably fairly tight when put in but the lumber was green, so they all shrank some as they dried out over the years.

I knew that from up in the attic I could see right down into the upstairs floor. That was because I stored my toys and comic books and a few other books I didn’t want Mom to know about up there.

The opening to the attic was just a wooden cover, to get up there I had to stand on the bed and pull myself up.

Easy to do, I was young and strong.

So one night I was laying in bed, I could see the light under the door from the room that Florence was in. I had one of my books and a flashlight under the covers, as close as I could get to privacy.

Then a thought popped into my head. I hopped up, quietly, and lifted the attic cover and set it aside. Then I swung my legs up and into the opening.

Being careful to step just on the beams I worked my way across to over Florence’s room. I could see the light from in there shining through the cracks.

Working my way into position, I peeked down and there stood Florence in front of a mirror. She had on blue jeans and just her bra.

I was instantly hard as a rock!

I sat quietly for a long time as she fiddled with her hair, messed around with jars and lotions.

Then she reached behind her back and tripped the bra!!

Her smallish little titties swung into view, they were capped with dark nipples. She lifted them with both hands, turned one way, then the other, admiring herself in the mirror. Then she did something I thought was odd, she pinched her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and rolled them. I could see part of her face from my angle, her expression looked like it hurt like hell?

Then she suddenly stopped, pulled her jeans down and off. I saw her fanny in a pair of plain white panties for just a few seconds, as she walked over the the switch and turned out the light.

I sat there quiet as a mouse until I heard her breathing steady, then I sneaked back to the attic opening gaziantep yavuzeli escort bayan and slipped down to my bed.

I whacked off furiously thinking about Florence’s titties. I had to do it under the covers, and I didn’t want to make a mess so I had a washcloth I kept handy.

For several weeks, that became a ritual. I watched as Florence sometimes lay back on the bed, rolling her nipples with both hands and squeezing her legs together tightly. A couple of times she rolled over on her stomach and thrust her hand down the front of her panties, I could see the muscles of her ass working as she pumped her hips.

Those damn white panties were ever present, though. I wanted to see her pussy, see what the hairs looked like. I wanted to see if she looked like the pictures of the girls I had in some of my magazines.

Florence still treated me like shit, but now I didn’t mind. I was getting my revenge almost every night.

Then one night two of her friends showed up. One was Kathy, she was older than me, too. She was a little bit heavy, and wore jeans that looked like someone had jumped up and down on her to get her in them. Her blouse was a plain white one, it looked like a man’s short sleeve shirt.

The other one was Janet, she was slender, almost too slender. She had on low cut pants, a halter top which left her stomach bare.

Kinda sexy, I thought.

They all more of less dismissed me as of no importance, off they went to the upstairs room. It wasn’t long before there was cackling, loud noises, it sounded like they were having a battle royal up there.

Mom was gone to work at the restaurant, she worked the 3 to 11 shift 6 nights a week, part of how I got away with a lot of my escapades.

I went to the bottom of the stairs and yelled.

“Hey, ya wanna hold it down a little, I am trying to watch TV!”

“Shove it up your ass, pipsqueak!” was all I got in response.

That pissed me off.

I sneaked up the stairs, avoiding the 3rd step from the top that always made a noise. I hopped up on my bed, then climbed across the stringers to over Florence’s room.

All three of them were sitting on the bed, passing a cigarette back and forth and giggling at the top of their lungs.

It took me a moment to realize that that wasn’t a cigarette, they were smoking drugs! Mom would have a screaming fit if she found out, I knew.

I thought about telling on Florence, but how would I explain that?

“Hey, Mom, I was peeking into Florence’s room from up in the attic…..?”

Yea, sure.

To hell with it, I stood up to sneak back out.

I bumped my head on the rafters, lost my balance for a second, and stepped off the stringer I was balanced on onto the ceiling boards.

I managed to catch myself but not before pushing the board loose an inch or so.

Suddenly it was completely quiet.

“You MOTHERFUCKING little PERVERTED cocksucking little SON OF A BITCH!!” I heard Florence scream.

Oh shit.

I scrambled for the attic opening, was just lowering myself down onto the bed when Florence arrived. She stood here with her hands on her hips, glaring at me, Kathy and Janet right behind her.

“What the FUCK are you DOING, you perverted little BASTARD?” she yelled.

“I was just getting some of my comic books.” I managed to whimper.

“Yea? Well where the fuck ARE they, you cocksucker?” she screamed, looking down at my empty hands.

“I…” was all I managed.

“Let’s GET him!” Florence said, piling into me and knocking me over onto the bed.

I knew I could whip her ass, I was easily as big as she was, but she was a girl, for God’s sakes.

All my life my Mom pounded gaziantep yeni escort bayan into me that men did not hit women, it seemed that Mom had had to put up with some of that when Dad was alive.

So Florence was swinging away at me and all I could do was try to block, I was twisting this way and that but her goddamned legs had me clamped so tightly I just couldn’t get loose.

I tried to grab Florence’s arm, ended up with a handful of tit, quickly let go.

“Help me!” Florence yelled over her shoulder.

They did.

Great, now I had all three of them piled on me, no chance in hell.

I gave up, let myself go limp.

“What should we do with this little PERVERT?” Florence asked, panting as she glared down at me.

“Let’s pants him.” One of them said.

That got me to struggling like a madman, a waste of time with the big cow named Kathy holding one arm, Florence straddling me with her damn legs still locked on my waist, then the skinny broad was helping to hold my other arm.

I felt hands fumbling at my belt, Janet was working on that with her free hand. I felt the belt give way, then the catch, down went my zipper.

Florence leaned forward and put more of her weight on my left arm, Kathy had the other one, she was way too strong.

Janet hopped up and tugged, down came my jeans to my knees.

“Oh, God. Check out his boxers!” Florence squealed in glee.

It hit me I was wearing the set with the fuzzy little animals all over them, goddam Mom and her tastes in clothes.

All three of them looked, I turned bright red in shame.

“Pull them down, Janet. We got him!”

Janet tugged while I tried to press my behind against the bed to stop her, that didn’t work. Finally she got them started and stripped them down and off, waving them in the air in victory.

I was naked from the waist down!

“Oh, look! His little thing is hard as a rock!” Florence shrieked with laughter.

So help me I was going to strangle her if I could…just…get…loose.

I felt her weight shift off my arm and started to reach around to throw her off me when I felt her hand clamp down on my balls. That brought me to a dead stop.

“Move and you lose them.” She told me matter of factly.

Kathy let go of my arm but I didn’t dare move, Florence had a solid grip on my nuts.

Janet tossed my boxers on the floor and sat down on the bed. I just lay there helpless.

“Gee, it’s only about six inches but it’s hard as a rock!” she giggled, reaching out and stroking my cock a few times.

I tried to will that to go away, with no success. Florence was now sitting on the bed, holding my balls and looking at my cock, Kathy had scooted down to where she could see, too. Janet was rubbing and squeezing it which wasn’t helping one damn bit.

“Let go of me.” I demanded.

“Are you done fighting?”

I didn’t answer, I was thinking about knocking some of her teeth out.

Florence squeezed again.

“Give!” she insisted.

“I give.” I said. There was no other possible answer.

Florence let go, I just sat there, my face blazing red, my cock pointed straight up.

Three girls sitting there looking at me with smirks on their faces.

Janet was still playing with it, she actually seemed to be enjoying herself. She reached over and shoved my knee aside, I didn’t resist.

Hell, by now I was half afraid to.

“So how long have you been spying on me?” Florence asked, watching Janet who was now working on my dick pretty hard.

“I wasn’t.” I lied.

“You better tell me.” Her hand started to reach for me.

“All right!..OK! A long time.”

“How gaziantep zayıf escort bayan much did you see?”

“Pretty much everything..except.”

“Except what?” Florence was smiling now, her voice took on a different tone.

“I..I didn’t see your…you know.”

“No pussy?”

I just nodded.

“Do you want to?”

I nodded again.

“Well, come on ladies, let’s show the little pervert what he wants.”

Janet and Kathy both looked at Florence. Janet kept right on pumping, I felt my cock getting bigger.

“Oh, come on girls. Let’s do it.”

Florence stood up, grabbed her jeans and down they went. She took her panties right with them.

There she stood, black pubic hair neatly trimmed did a good job of covering her up.

Kathy hopped up and laughing pulled hers down too. She was chubby, her pussy lips stuck out of her, completely visible, a scruffy looking sparse brown bush failing to cover her. Hell, she even pressed her knees apart some as I sat there and stared.

“Come on, Janet!” Florence urged.

Janet finally let go of me and stood up, took a deep breath and slid her hip huggers down. There were no panties.

No hair, either.

That did it, my cock twitched and shot off, splattering all over Florence who was standing right in front of me.

“Oh, yuk!” She squealed, jumping back.

Kathy and Janet started laughing which kept on into hysterics, as Florence wiped at herself with the washrag that was on the table by my bed.

MY washrag, I realized. Then it hit her.

“Oh fuck! You little bastard, you jack off into this don’t you? It STINKS!!” Then she darted into the bathroom.

That helped some, but not much.

I sat there in complete shame, my cock wilting. They all pulled their pants back up.

“Did you learn your lesson, dickhead?” Florence yelled, coming out of the bathroom with a fresh wet towel.

I just nodded meekly, sitting there looking down.

They all went back to Florence’s room. It was perhaps two hours later when I heard two of them leave, still giggling all the way down the stairs.

I figured maybe 20 years and a beard and I would be able to show my face in public.

I went back to sleep. I don’t know how long it was before a voice woke me up.

“Danny?”

I stayed quiet.

“Danny?” I heard again.

“What?” I answered, shaking off the fog of sleep.

“Will you come in here a moment?” Florence’s voice was soft.

I got up and went to her door, tapped.

“Come on in.”

It was dark in there, just the moonlight from outside was shining in. I could make her out, just barely, laying on the bed.

“What do you want?”

“I was thinking. You could..will you come here?”

I walked over to the side of the bed. I realized she was naked, at least her breasts were.

“What?”

“Will you…please? Roll my nipples? You know, like you..watched me do?”

“….What????”

“Please, Danny?” Her voice was small, breathless.

Oh, why not, I thought. I sat down, reached out and took her nipples between my fingers, rolled them.

Florence let out a groan, her hands went between her legs. I didn’t see any sign of panties in the dim moonlight. After a bit of that, I felt her hand come down and rub across the front of my boxers.

“It’s OK, isn’t it? We are just half…”

I stood up, pulled my boxers down and off. Then I slid up alongside her on the bed.

She pulled me forward, her legs spread wide as my hands fumbled to find her sex. I let one finger slip inside, she didn’t resist. I leaned forward and sucked on her nipple, as hard as I could. Her head went back, her hips thrust up.

“Do it, Danny! Put it in me..please?” Her voice had an urgency to it.

I rolled over on top of her, slid inside with ease.

“Oh, God. It’s so BIG!!” she mumbled.

Big? Hell, a few hours ago she was insulting me.

What the hell.

We are only half brother and sister. I shoved inside her as deeply as I could go, her hips bucked up and her wet pussy mashed against me.

Somehow, she didn’t seem quite so mean.

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Sisterly Loving

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My love life hadn’t been going very smoothly as of late. The woman I was seeing for the past two years decided to leave me. She wanted to get married with no more delays. I said no and she took a walk. I was really in a bad mood when I got a call from my sister Sue. She knew I wasn’t happy and she offered to take me out to dinner one evening.

I met Sue at a restaurant one Friday night. We had dinner and more than a few drinks when she said we should go back to her place to wind down. Sue and I sat down on her couch and had a heart to heart talk once we arrived.

“You need to get over her Jeff, it’s time to move on,” my sister said to me.

I knew she was right but I was still moping around. Sue started to rub my back and shoulders as we were talking. I wish she wouldn’t have done that. I looked at Sue and thought how attractive she was. My sister has long black hair and was shapely. She especially had big breasts. I just love big breasts. As my sister rubbed my back my cock started getting hard in my pants. I knew that wasn’t a good sign.

I looked at my sister’s face and then I did something I shouldn’t have done. I leaned in and I kissed her directly on the mouth.

“No Jeff, we shouldn’t,” she told me.

I just didn’t care at this point. I pulled my sister into my body and I brought my one hand up to her top. I started rubbing her tits through the material. Sue tried to pull away but I wouldn’t let her. I was so damn horny, sister or no sister. We sort of wrestled as Sue tried to break free from me. I pushed her down onto her back. I locked my lips onto hers. My hands were trying to work her top up off her body.

I think my sister gave up and let me get her top off. She had a bra that snapped in the front and I undid it. Her big tits came free and I lowered gaziantep vip escort bayan my face and took each one in my mouth. Sue let out a loud sigh and I figured I was going to have my way. Her nipples were so hard as I sucked on each one.

“Oh my God, Jeff!”

I just had to have my sister, there was no other way around it. I stood up and started to strip out of my clothes. I got undressed in a minute or so. My cock was erect and standing straight out. Sue just stared at my thick member. I reached down and pulled my sister’s pants and undies off.

“I need you Sue, please don’t say no.”

My sister didn’t say a word. I took that as a ‘yes’ so I got back onto the couch. I pulled my sister’s thighs apart and I lowered my face one more time. I began to lick her wet folds and prepare her for my cock. Sue was moaning loudly now. I slipped my tongue into her gash and I tasted her hot juices. Sue placed her fingers around my head and pulled me tightly to her pussy.

I lapped at my sister’s gash until I figured she was ready for me. I pulled away and took hold of my stiff dick. I guided my mushroom to her opening and positioned myself to enter her.

“Oh my God!” My sister let out this low scream.

I started to push past her wet folds. I was giving her more and more of my dick. I finally had myself all the way inside my sister’s pussy. I started going faster, feeding Sue with long, deep strokes. I soon felt my sister wrapping her long legs around my waist. I think we both needed each other that night. Sue was panting like a dog in heat. I fed her all seven inches of my erect cock.

I was stirring my dick around rubbing Sue’s pussy walls. I must have been hitting the right spots. I could feel Sue’s pussy gaziantep yabancı escort bayan going into convulsions. I knew if I kept this up my sister would be having one giant orgasm. I just kept pounding my raw dick into my sister. That’s when I felt her warm juices splashing against my groin.

Sue just lost control and was spraying me with her hot love cream. I had never felt anything like that before. A few more strokes from me and I felt my balls tightening up. I just couldn’t hold back from all this hot sister sex. I buried my dick in the whole way and I sprayed Sue with my love seed. You should have seen the expression on my sister’s face. She wasn’t expecting me to cum, that was for sure.

I blasted her pussy with a stream of my hot oils. Sue’s pussy muscles tightened around my rod and she milked me of all my cum. I have to admit I had never had sex quite like this. Our fucking together was so intense. Maybe it was because it was brother and sister making love. I must have had large load saved up. It felt like I hosed my sister for a good twenty minutes. Unfortunately, I felt myself going soft.

When I pulled out a gusher of my cum spilled out of my sister’s pussy. I watched as it ran out and down her ass crack. Sue didn’t move for a few minutes. It seemed like she was spent from all our lovemaking. She finally came out of her haze and looked up at me.

“You need to let me up so I can clean myself.”

I got up from my sister and she weakly got to her feet. She went to the bathroom and didn’t come back for a long time. When I heard the bathroom door open I looked up. My sister had a bathrobe on and she sat down next to me on the couch.

“We need to talk,” she said to me. “I am not on any gaziantep yaşlı escort bayan protection.”

It was my turn to be surprised. I figured my sister had been on birth control pills. I had just fucked her with my bare dick and shot a large load of my baby cream into her belly.

“I’m sorry Sue, I just lost control of myself.”

“I wanted that as much as you did,” she said to me.

Sue said she hadn’t had sex in a long time. That and the alcohol had gotten her horny as well. We talked some more and Sue said I better stay the night. We walked back to her bedroom and picked up where we left off. I was naked on my back when Sue took off her bathrobe. She climbed over top of me. I felt her hand taking my cock and rubbing it against her opening.

I didn’t think I could get hard again so soon. I was dead wrong. That rubbing against Sue’s pussy got me hard in short order. Sue guided my dick to her soaked pussy and she sunk down on me. Fuck, did that feel good once more. My sister began to ride up and down my shaft. My hands went first to her ass cheeks. I was pulling them apart as I pumping my dick to meet her thrusts.

“Pinch my nipples, Jeff,” my sister pleaded with me.

I reached out and tweaked each of my sister’s big nipples. That made Sue go nearly crazy. I never thought our lovemaking could get hotter than when we did it on the couch. I was so wrong. Sue was bouncing up and down on my dick. We must have done it for a good half hour before I felt my cum rising up. I was shocked when I hosed my sister’s pussy with more of my seed. Sue had an orgasm where her whole body shook. I then took hold of her hips and felt her fall onto my chest.

Sue started to cry a bit. I guess the sensations she had were so intense. We eventually uncoupled and we held each other for a long time.

“What are we going to do Jeff?”

Sue was afraid I had made her pregnant. I began to worry as well about my stupidity. There wasn’t much we could do now. I had given Sue two large loads of my cream. We would have to see what happened down the road. We did agree on one thing. Sue and I were going to keep making love with each other. I need her as much as she needs me, it seems.

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Sitting on Dad’s Lap Ch. 03: Kelli Ups the Ante

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Edited by ElmerStudd

Authors Note:

I love the premise of mom taking a road trip on her son’s lap. There are a lot of those stories posted here. For months I searched for the opposite dynamic, a daughter on her dad’s lap. I couldn’t find one, so I wrote it. I intended to write a one-part story for a quick stroke, but it turned into a multi-chapter story.

Warning:

This story contains adult content including father-daughter anal sex. If this isn’t your knid of smut, please find something else to read.

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So we never really talked about the boys, Benny, Kenny, and Lenny; they were triplets, IDENTICAL triplets. Usually, if you spend enough time around identical twins or triplets, you will learn to tell them apart. That was not the case with our boys. Only their mom was able to tell them apart. She was the only person they could never fool.

Being the pranksters they were, they pulled the old switcheroo more than once. They thought it was funny, and I admit sometimes it was, but not when it came to school. The school happened to catch them one day and we found out that they had been taking each other’s classes for years. Benny the math guru, Kenny, the science nerd, and Lenny, with his gift for languages. They ended having to repeat a year of school with each of them going to a different school to ensure they took their own classes. They graduated back in May and immediately following the wedding they had to head to college for freshman orientation.

After we all took a shower and were ready to start the day, my phone rang. I saw it was Kenny calling. “Hello?” I said, knowing he never called me. Kenny was a mommas boy.

“Hey pops, I need a favor. I left my computer there and I need a file from it. Can you go to my room and save the PDF file called College Forms to my google drive.”

“Yeah I can do that,” I told him. Is there a password on your computer?”

“I’ll text it to you,” he replied.

“Don’t you need it at school? Should I FedEx it to you?” I asked.

“Naw, we’ll be home this weekend, I can get it then. Thanks pops, I got to go. A hottie just walked in,” he said, hanging up.

I hung up the phone and went to the room the boys had shared since they were born. When they became teens we built an addition so they could have their own rooms. They decided to stay in one room. At least I got a man cave and Missy got an in-home yoga studio.

I saw the laptop on the desk, opened it, and logged in. I saw Kenny had left his GMail open and an email from Benny was open. I read it, shocked at the contents. Benny had been dating the same girl, Brianna, for two years now. The other two were love ’em and leave ’em types who never dated a girl for more than two or three weeks. Benny and Kenny had made a bet, and Benny lost, so they were setting up a plan to have Kenny sleep with Kayla, Benny’s long time girlfriend.

Reading the email further, I found that Lenny had already slept with her more than once. My boys didn’t only swap places in school, they swapped bedmates. I was far from a prude, but it seemed wrong for them to do this, at least wrong to not tell the girl. I made a mental note to talk to the boys when they were home this weekend. Thinking that what they were doing might be illegal.

I closed Kenny’s email, found the document, and saved it to his cloud account. Once it was uploaded, I shut down his computer and headed down to the garage to take the swag, stuffed into my wife’s car, over to Kelli and Dave’s Condo.

While we were ferrying the presents into the condo, Missy’s phone rang.

“Hello?” she said puzzled, mouthing toward me “it’s Kelli.”

“Oh baby, that sucks. I’m so sorry. Of course, we can pick you and Dave up. Text me the info. And I’ll see you soon.”

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Dave got called back to work. Something about a hostile takeover.” Missy said to me.

“Fuck, Kelli must be pissed. I mean she had to postpone her wedding twice for his job, now their honeymoon is cut short.” I said.

“Yeah, she’s not happy. But she loves him, and he is a good man. Hopefully, this is not a harbinger of things to come.” As she put down the last of the brightly colored packages.

“Hey babe, I have an idea,” I leered at her.

Missy laughs, “No way! We are not christening Dave and Kelli’s bed. Let them use it first,” she said as her phone chimed. “Flight arrives tomorrow at 8:40 am. Dave has to go straight to the office, so you need to pick up Kelli since I have to work.”

(•Y•) (•Y•) (•Y•)

I pulled up to the arrival side of the airport a little before nine am, knowing that it would take time for Kelli and Dave to make their way through the airport and collect their luggage. It wasn’t until 9:20 or so that I saw my baby girl and her husband walk out of the baggage claim and start looking for me. I tooted my custom horn and the air was filled with a klaxon from a World gaziantep ucuz escort bayan War II submarine about to dive.

I chuckled as everyone in the area jumped at the sound and Kelli and Dave headed toward me, Dave shaking his head while Kelli giggling. One of the reasons I loved her was we had the same warped sense of humor. She walked up to me and we hugged like we always have. I never thought about it before, but we hugged more like lovers than father/daughter. After the last few days, I was more aware of her breasts pushing into me, the sweet smell of her hair, and how sexy she was. I had to step back faster than I wanted because I didn’t want her to notice I was swelling in my pants.

Kelli climbed into the passenger seat, while Dave and I shook hands and loaded the luggage. Once everything was in the truck, Dave got into a cab to head to the office as Kelli and I settled in for the drive to their new home.

“You need some breakfast or a drink,” I asked, planning on stopping before getting on the toll road to avoid paying the hyper-inflated prices at the service centers.

“No, Thank you, daddy. We had a big breakfast before we got on the plane,” Kelli answered.

“So how was the honeymoon,” I asked, curious about things dads aren’t supposed to know about their daughters.

“Fine!” Keli told me, showing me how annoyed she was at Dave and cutting their honeymoon short. “He’s probably going to be leaving for Liechtenstein in the next few days. Can you fucking believe it? He worked six days a week, ten or more hours a day, for a year, so we could have a three-week honeymoon. Then on day two a single phone call and the asshole tells me the honeymoon’s over cuz he has to work. Then on the flight home, he tells me he may have to leave for a week or more. I refuse to be a widow to his goddamn job!” Kelli starts venting to me.

I glanced over at her in sympathy, “I’m so sorry baby. That sucks.”

Kelli reached over and took my hand. “Daddy you and Dave work for the same company and have the same job, why don’t you have to work?”

“Dave and I are both in the finance department, but he’s an auditor and reviews financial documents, while I oversee accounts receivable, meaning I invoice customers and record payments. Dave and his team will be reviewing all the company’s financials to see if we have enough liquidity to stop the takeover. It sucks for you, but everything will work out for the best.”

“It’s just not fair daddy,” she said, starting to cry.

I reached over and took her hand, as I steered off the exit ramp for their house. Kelli’s tears flowed freely as I sped through the streets and pulled into their driveway. I jumped out of the car, ran over to the passenger side, and opened her door. I scooped her out of the car and carried her into the house, remembering the night of her wedding and carrying her sister into the house.

I carried her over to the couch and sat down with her on my lap, her head buried on my shoulder as she continued to sob. This is another reason we were so close, she had always been very sensitive and emotional. For some reason, I was the one she sought out for comfort and protection for whatever monsters, real or imagined, were upsetting her. I sat there and let her cry while I stroked her hair. For the first time, I noticed how soft her ass was as it rested on my dick. As one hand ran through the strands of her long honey blonde hair, my other hand started rubbing her back and I noticed that she was not wearing a bra. My dick throbbed and I felt Kelli shift her ass a little. At first, I thought it was to reposition herself, then when she kept moving, I realized she was intentionally making me hard.

I let my hand drift lower and it came to rest on the top of her buttocks. I could just feel the start of her crack. Kelli lifted her head and looked into my eyes. “Oh daddy,” she moaned and mashed her lips into mine, kissing me like a lover. I returned the kiss with all the pent up passion I had been denying existed. My hand forced its way into her pants and I felt the hot soft skin of her ass.

Kelli moaned around my tongue as I squeezed her ass and she began to pull my shirt up and off my chest. I stopped kissing her long enough for her to pull it over my head, then started kissing her again. My other hand slid under her shirt and found her breast, as soon as I touched it, my dick swelled and became uncomfortable. I stood up holding Kelli as we kissed, and carried her into the bedroom. As soon as we entered the bedroom, I put Kelli down on the bed and began to take off my pants. Kelli lay on the bed staring at me hungrily as I let them fall to the floor, leaving me there naked. I moved to the side of the bed and pulled Kelli into a sitting position. I grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head revealing her tits to my gaze.

I sucked in my breath at the sight of the single most perfect pair gaziantep ukraynalı escort bayan of female tits I had ever seen. It’s as if they were designed to my exact specifications. Bright pink areola the size of a coffee mug, nice long hard nipples pointing upwards begging to be sucked, so I did. I leaned over and sucked her right nipple into my mouth and took her left one in my hand. Kelli moaned and pulled my head into her breast as I did my best to imitate a Hoover.

“Fuck, daddy, I’ve wanted this for so long, please fuck me, daddy.”

My cock throbbed and I felt some precum drip from me at her salacious words. I reluctantly pulled away from her delectable soft tit-flesh. Kelli knelt on the bed and began to undo her shorts. Fighting against my urges, I knew that I had to tell her before anything else happened. “Kelli, I want to, god do I want to.”

Her hands froze as she looked up at me. “It’s okay daddy, I’ve wanted you to make love to me for years. Please…”

I held up my hand, “It’s not that I don’t want to, I just need to tell you something first…” I sat on the bed and looked away from her. “The night of the wedding…” I told her about being drunk, the car ride, and the next morning when Ashlynn, Missy, and I came together. When I finished, I sat there a little confused and uncertain of what to do.

Kelli knelt on the floor in front of me. “I already know Daddy,” she grabbed my hands, as I looked at my topless daughter in shock. “You know how competitive Ashlynn and I have always been. She called me the next morning to tell me she had you first,” Kelli smiled, “but she’s an inexperienced little girl, I’m a woman who knows how to please a man and is willing to use EVERYTHING I have to make my lover happy.”

“But, what about Dave?” I asked, trying to wrap my head around the way my world was twisting and turning.

“Dave knew I had a daddy fantasy from the start. I call him daddy a lot, even outside the bedroom. When Ashlynn called I put it on speaker and Dave heard everything. As soon as I hung up, he told me I could sleep with you if I wanted. So daddy, do you want to fuck your baby girl?” Kelli let go of one of my hands, opened the drawer of her nightstand, pulled out a bottle of Doc Johnsons Anal Lube, and handed it to me. I know Ashlynn and mom won’t do this, I will, BUTT only for you.”

My dick, which had gone flaccid during my confession, sprang to attention. I had always wanted to try anal sex but was never fortunate enough to find a willing partner. I sat there staring at the lube as Kelli looked down at my rigid shaft and took it into her mouth.

I gasped in shock as the warm wet mouth of my firstborn daughter showed me what she meant. I thought Ashlynn was the best dick sucker ever, now I knew she was an amateur compared to Kelli. Kelli slurped and gagged on my shaft, my eyes closed as she effortlessly swallowed my cock. I groaned as I felt her throat vibrate rhythmically, realizing she was humming, sending good vibrations through my shaft, and making my toes curl in pleasure. Kelli’s hands took my balls and began to caress the heavy sacks loaded with my sperm. That was all it took to push me close to the edge.

“I’m about to blow,” I gasped

Kelli pulled her head off my cock, “Cum in my mouth daddy, this way you can fuck my virgin ass for a nice long time,” she said before she sucked my balls into her mouth. She sucked on each one as she slowly stroked my cock. The pressure was rapidly building and I was holding myself back. Kelli felt my balls shift and cock swell, she quickly swallowed my dick again and that was all it took for me to lose control. I blasted my cum into her mouth groaning in pleasure as my orgasm exploded from my toes and out of my dick. Kelli proved what a true champion cocksucker she was and swallowed every drop of my largest load ever. I fell back on the bed gasping for air as she continued to milk every last picoliter of cum from my dick.

I felt her release my cock from her mouth. I lifted my head and watched as she peeled her shorts off her body and down her long legs toned by years of tennis. My mouth watered at the sight of her pussy, lightly covered by a well-trimmed bush in the shape of a heart. I licked my lips in anticipation of tasting that luscious 25-year-old slit. Kelli must have read my mind because she climbed onto the bed and straddled my body in a reverse cowgirl, lowering herself onto my face.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched her beautiful, sweet, glistening, sexpot, slowly descend towards my face. As it approached my eagerly awaiting mouth and tongue, I was busily memorizing the way her lips twisted and turned, how the hair follicles were spaced, the cute birthmark on her inner thigh that reminded me of a teddy bear, and the way her pink skin glistened with her cream. As she got close my eyes closed and I sniffed her scent like a wine connoisseur sniffing gaziantep üniversiteli escort bayan an unfamiliar vintage. Her scent was intoxicating, I just drew in as much of her private perfume as I could until her lips brushed mine. As soon as I felt the contact, I opened my mouth and swiped my tongue across her lips.

“Ohhh, Daddy,” she moaned as my tongue followed the line of her slit from the base to the clit that I sucked into my mouth and started to give a pale imitation of the one she gave me. I flicked the nub with my tongue as I sucked as hard as I could making Kelli squirm. “Daddy your tongue feels so good,” she squealed.

I felt her take my hand and spread something slick on my fingers. “Finger my asshole daddy, get it ready for your big hard daddy dick.”

I blindly moved my hand and found her ass cheek. I followed the curve of her skin to the crack and let my hand slip inside and slide between her cheeks until I felt the puckered skin of her last virgin hole. I started to toy with it, letting the tip of my finger rest against it lightly moving it in circles as I released her clit from my mouth and began letting my tongue lap up the cream overflowing from her womanly fount.

Her hips pushed back trying to take my finger into her and I eased it back teasing her as I pushed my tongue into her folds. Her back arched and she moaned and at that moment I pushed my finger deep into her.

“Ohhh fuck!” she screamed as she collapsed on top of me and began to caress my dick. My hips bucked involuntarily as my baby girl, my favorite daughter began to fondle my semi-erect cock as she slathered it with the lube. I began to tongue fuck Kelli as I finger fucked her anus. Her hips were rocking to meet my thrusts and I withdrew it almost all the way and then eased it back in with another finger joining it.

“YESSSSSSS daddy” she hissed, as I continued to finger her and spread my fingers apart to help loosen her up to accept her daddy’s cock into her hole. She kept fondling my growing cock as I drank her juices and worked my fingers in and out of her tight hole. I redoubled my efforts with my mouth wanting to make her cum before I claimed her brown cherry. I used my free hand and slipped two fingers into her, probing around until I found her G-spot. I began massaging the spongy bump as I lapped at the outside of her slit and continuously plunged my fingers into her tighter hole.

“Yesss daddy, yesss, feels so good… so fucking good… eat my cunt… finger my butt…” she moaned between gasps and groans. I could feel the tension building in her body as I used every trick I learned to pleasure a lover to make my daughter cum. I kept up the licking and probing of her orifices as I felt her legs begin to shake.

I pulled my mouth away while continuing to use my fingers, “Cum for daddy, spill your slut juice all over daddy’s face,” I said loudly, trying to make her hear me despite my voice being obscured by her naked flesh that was wrapped around my head.

I’m pretty sure she heard me because almost as soon as I was done speaking my mouth was filled with a tangy surge of girl cum. I lapped it up greedily trying to capture it all like she did when she drained me of cum. Her body was shuddering and I could hear her saying “I’m cumming on your face daddy, I’m cumming all over my daddy’s face, my daddy made me cum…”

After swallowing every bit of her nectar I could from the source, I turned my head and began licking her thighs, cleaning up the overflow. I pulled my fingers out of her two holes and she climbed off my head. She sat on the bed looking at me, her eyes filled with gratitude. “Holy shit daddy, no man ever made me cum like that.”

“And you baby girl gave the greatest blow job I’ve ever had, and that includes your mom and your sister.” Kelli beamed in pride and kissed me in gratitude. The simple kiss grew until it was a full-fledged makeout session. Kelli was stroking my cock and I was pawing at her breasts. We broke apart for much-needed oxygen, our chests heaving as we looked at each other in animal lust, our hearts racing and blood coursing through our bodies.

Kelli used her powerful legs and launched herself at me, tackling me onto the bed. We began wrestling with each other, licking, biting, groping and mauling each other’s bodies, until I finally had Kelli pinned beneath me and was ramming my fingers into her pussy as she lay there gasping, my fingers pummeled her cunt. “MERCY,” she screamed, I stopped.

I got off her and said, “Okay baby girl, get on all fours, it’s time to take that cherry of yours.”

Kelli rolled over onto her front and rested on her hands and knees. I moved behind her and got on my knees. She reached behind her and pulled apart the globes of her ass. I pushed forward until my hard cock was touching her pretty little rosebud. “Push it in daddy, push your baby maker into my dirt chute,” she begged as I applied some more lube to my shaft.

I pushed forward and I felt my tip pressing against her hole. “You ready for this baby girl? ‘Cuz once it’s in, I ain’t stoppin’ until I flood your bowels with my baby batter.”

She moaned and pulled herself open wider as I started to apply pressure, feeling her sphincter start to spread apart as I pushed in. “Are you okay baby girl?” I asked as my head penetrated her virgin hole.

“Better than ever daddy, now I need you to cum in my ass.”

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Sleepwalking Ch. 03: End of Pretend

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This is the third entry in my Sleepwalker Diaries. I highly recommend that you read the first two parts to see how we got this far.

licks and kisses,

nikki

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Dear Diary, what can I say but hang on to your binding. Ever since this whole dirty, kinky, crazy adventure started I’ve known that it was only a matter of time before it came out in the open. I mean, seriously, how long can you pretend to be asleep and ride up and down on your brother’s cock in the middle of the night? At some point a girl gets so horny that keeping quiet simply isn’t an option.

Before I get too far down that track though, let me tell you how it all happened.

As you know, I went home because of my sleep walking and the first time was completely innocent on my part. Of course the innocence didn’t last (you already know I’m a dirty bitch) and eventually I fucked Grant. Then we both moved out here, me for work, Grant for school.

Early on Grant didn’t have many friends and it was just the two of us in the house. He’s here to keep me from doing anything completely stupid when I sleep walk (like try and drive the car or light the stove) and because he’s doing that he gets the benefit of Mum and Dad paying the rent. I don’t mind that bit either! I pay my share, but if he wasn’t here I’d be paying the whole lot.

It all started well enough, but being Grant’s first time living out of home I had to teach him a few facts of life. Toilet seats go down, toilets get cleaned, washing doesn’t do itself and there’s sure as hell no ironing fairy. We took it in turns to cook, which may not have been the best choice. It will work in the long run, but let’s just say that some of his early efforts had me thinking that perhaps I would have been better off doing it all. I think its fair to say that we both looked forward to my cooking night! I have introduced him to the concept of vegetables again, even if they are the frozen variety.

We have separate rooms of course. I sleep with my door closed but Grant sleeps with his open. He says that the noise of my door opening is enough to alert him to the fact that I’m sleepwalking so that he can react in time to stop me from doing anything too crazy. I think he just likes me visiting.

I waited a bit after we moved in before I deliberately did anything and as it turned out, the first time that I sleepwalked for real I only went and turned the television on. Grant came out to get me and was faced with the dilemma of waking me up and sending me back to bed or trying to navigate me there somehow whilst asleep. He went for option 2 but after a few failed attempts to move me, woke me up.

I was dazed and confused, but thanked him when I made it back to my room and had worked out what was going on.

The next time I sleepwalked he woke up when I left my room. He scrambled out of bed and followed me, watching with amusement as I started fumbling about in my pyjamas trying to make a sandwich. He stopped me before I ate it, which was lucky given the hideous combination of ingredients I’d pulled from the refrigerator and slapped onto the bread.

Those two incidents happened within days of each other. We were talking over breakfast the day after the sandwich incident and Grant suggested that maybe the fact that we weren’t at home any more might mean that I wouldn’t be kicking him out of his bed from now on. I studied his face, trying to discern if he knew that I had been faking some of the time or not, but couldn’t convince myself either way.

I thought that if I went in to his too soon after the discussion, it would be too suspicious. I was getting frustrated. I mean I wanted nothing more than to ride my brother’s cock again, or better yet whenever I wanted, but it seemed like events kept conspiring against me.

It was taken out of my hands. Only two nights after the sandwich incident, I woke up in his bed. I had no memory of what had happened, but as always, my pussy was wet. It was so strange to think that I must have done something, or that he had done something to arouse me and I really had no idea what it was. I found out later of course, but at the time … nothing. I later found out that I didn’t have sex with him and that he didn’t fuck me, but he did touch me all over and masturbated while looking at my naked body.

Three days after that I was determined to have his cock in my pussy but once again missed out. It was a bit of a weird one though.

I had been out with friends and had a few drinks. Grant had been at home studying and apparently, for a bit of tension relief, had watched some porn on a DVD that he’d bought. I didn’t know it when I went to bed, but that night I sleepwalked my way into the small living room and apparently sat down and started watching his DVD.

The noise of a girl screaming in orgasm on the television woke Grant and he came out to find me sitting in front of his porn. He’d forgotten to take it out of the player and I’d managed to start watching it! Apparently gaziantep suriyeli escort bayan I was topless, wearing just my pyjama bottoms and nothing else.

Grant tells me that he sat down next to me and started to play with my tits. I didn’t react a whole lot other than to squirm around on my seat a little. He bent his head and sucked the nipples and after a while, stood up and exposed himself. He stood in front of me cautiously, wondering if blocking the view of the TV would cause any dramas. Apparently it didn’t. He stroked his cock and moved the tip of it across my lips. They parted before him and he happily slid his rapidly hardening dick into his sister’s mouth.

Fancy sitting topless, asleep and having your brother sliding his cock in and out of your mouth. It quite possibly freaks you out, but it turns me on. He wanted to fuck me. He said that even after having wanked himself to orgasm while I was out, he was horny as buggery. Apparently watching the por had stoked his desire considerably. He tried to wiggle me out of my panties, but couldn’t manage to move me enough to do so without fear of me waking. In the end he fucked my mouth to the point of orgasm and then unloaded himself into the boxers that he’d been wearing when he went to bed.

He was about to wake me up when he realised he was naked. Instead he headed back to his room, discarding the cum filled boxers and grabbed a clean pair before coming back to wake me up.

It turned out that my pyjama top had been discarded back in my bedroom so I was topless when he woke me. He hadn’t even turned off the DVD or the TV and so I was woken up sitting on the couch in front of two girls tangled together in a 69 with my nipples hard and erect.

‘You have to wake up Nikki,’ he was saying, shaking my shoulder.

It took me a while to work out what the hell was going on, especially because the sight of the two girls having so much fun together turned me on more and more as I realised what it was. When I turned to Grant, his cock was already starting to show signs of arousal.

‘Nikki, you were sleepwalking,’ he explained, his eyes flicking down to my tits.

“Oh shit, really? I was watching porn?’ I asked laughing.

‘Yeah, you’re the most awesome sister ever,’ he said.

‘Wait, where did I get the porn from?’ I asked.

‘Oh um, I left it in the player by mistake,’ he explained, clearly embarrassed.

I laughed at him.

‘I guess you’re enjoying being away from the ‘rents hey?’ I asked him.

‘Yeah, look I’m sorry I won’t do it again,’ he promised.

‘Oh don’t be silly, I know boys have needs. Just make sure that you don’t leave it lying around where one of my friends might see and be sure to share!’

Grant looked at me in shock.

‘Share?’ he asked.

‘Yeah, you’re not the only one with needs,’ I said, turning to watch as the girls on the screen moved to scissor together, the camera going in close on their shaved pussies as they were mashed together.

I glanced sideways at Grant, pleased to see his cock rapidly hardening.

‘You mean you like watching that?’ he asked, nodding to the two girls.

‘Uh huh,’ I said, ‘but right now I think I should be going back to bed.’ I stood up and gave him a quick hug, pressing my bare breasts against his chest.

‘Thanks for waking me, sleep well.’

I left him alone and headed to bed, my pussy aching desperately

after having teased him. He wasn’t far behind me and as I lay there trying to go back to sleep I heard movement from the next room. I smiled to myself as I imagined him laying in bed, stroking his firm cock as he remembered that I had just hugged him and mashed my bare breasts against him. I fingered my pussy as I listened. At some point I came and drifted off to sleep, hoping for crazy dirty dreams.

I woke up horny. I needed a cock so bad. I was determined that within the next couple of days I’d fuck my brother again.

The two day wait was a killer. I kept teasing myself with my vibrator whenever I had some time alone, bringing myself close to the point of orgasm but not giving myself the relief that I needed. Why I didn’t I don’t think I’ll ever quite work out, but there was something about building the tension that drove me on. It fed my desire and my dirty fantasies. I imagined going up to him as he sat watching porn and just kneeling in front of him, taking his hard cock in my mouth and sucking it while he enjoyed the onscreen action. I wanted to sit on it, grind down on it. I wanted him to take me from behind and fuck me like an animal. I found myself listening to Nine Inch Nails, singing along, day dreaming.

I gave it two nights and then on the third I ‘sleepwalked’ into his bedroom. I walked in and stripped naked, taking as much time as I could given I wanted to just rip the clothes from my body. My nipples ached with desire and I felt as though my pussy juice was likely gaziantep türbanlı escort bayan to start flowing freely down my legs I was so wet. He was awake. He’d heard me open the door to my bedroom and by the time that I started to climb into his bed he was naked. His cock was rock hard. He wanted it as badly as I did. I knew it, but neither of us could say it.

His hands immediately sought out my breasts. They kneaded and fondled, caressed and pinched. I lay there, loving the attention, glad that my brother’s apparent fascination with my tits matched the extent to which I enjoyed them being played with. I’ve always enjoyed my tits being played with. It’s a very sexual thing for me. It wasn’t enough that night. The burning desire between my legs demanded attention. I wanted a tongue, a cock, fingers, God I would have happily had anything stuffed in there at that time.

I decided that I was going to have to be the one to make the move. Maybe it had been too long, maybe Grant had lost the spark that drove him to do more. I rolled toward him, arm flopping onto him. My hand caressed him and then I took his cock in my hand, groping it firmly. I heard my brother groan as my hand squeezed and released his shaft. I started sidling my way down his body. I made sure that my naked body rubbed against his each time I moved, stoking his desire until my lips found the head of his cock and engulfed it. I wanted to moan around it, to let him know just how much I loved having my brother’s cock in my mouth. I took my time, swirling my tongue, sliding my lips up and down. I could feel him thrusting at my mouth, enjoying the attention I was bestowing upon him.

I wanted to suck his balls, to grope them with my hand. I felt so restrained by the pretence of sleepwalking! As much as I was enjoying myself, I was also building my frustration. As I sucked, I moved between his legs and then, when I had positioned myself, I started working my way up his body. I slithered up along him, my hard nipples trailing across his skin, my breasts rubbing him. When my pussy was clear of his cock, I pushed back down, feeling it poking at my wet, slick pussy lips. I needed him inside me so bad. I wanted to grab it so that I could ram myself down hard. I didn’t. I ground and moved, waiting, desiring.

Finally! Grant reached between us and grabbed his cock, holding it still against my motions until I was at last able to feel it slip between my lips. A little moan escaped my lips. Grant held completely still, obviously concerned I was waking. I cursed myself and resumed my performance, working back and forth and around and around as I slowly took his entire cock inside. I loved that delicious stretched feeling as my lips parted around him. He thrust at me as I held myself with my palms on his chest, head tipped forward, hair hiding my face from his view.

I stayed like that for a while, seeing how active he would be. His desire would get him building his pace and the force of his thrusts until he would remember where he was and what he was doing and he’d stop, clearly worried he would wake me. I leaned forward slowly, my hair falling in his face. When my breasts were squished between us against his chest I held myself as he rocked his hips, moving his cock in long slow strokes. It was divine. The intimacy surprised me. I wanted a good hard fucking, but laying there with him, so close, his masculine smell filling my nostrils, it satisfied me in a way I hadn’t expected.

I felt Grant’s hands on my butt, squeezing and pulling at my cheeks. Then he was rolling me off of him. He slipped from beneath me and I was left face down on the bed, wondering what was to happen next. My hair had covered my face and I couldn’t see.

Grant had knelt beside me, He ran his fingers down my spine. I almost shivered. They traced circles on my tight buttocks and he ran one down the cleft until he almost touched my puckered little anus. He didn’t though. I’m not averse to a little anal action here and there and I was so horny that had he simply shoved a finger in there, or his cock, I’d have screamed in pleasure.

Neither of those things happened though. Instead I felt his cum. Warm sticky cum gushed from his cock and landed between my butt cheeks. It dribbled down between them and over my pussy lips. It was the closest he’d come to filling me with sperm and I loved it. I clenched my cheeks together to feel it squish between them, then had to lay there as if sleeping.

I felt his weight shift from the bed. I waited and sure enough he returned to clean me up.

He left me and I drifted off to sleep. When I woke, it was morning and I was alone. Naked, but alone. I found my pyjamas beside the bed. I ignored them. I walked darlingly naked from Grant’s room to my own. My heart beat rapidly as I made my way, half hopeful, half fearful of encountering my brother. I didn’t. With a sigh I pulled a black lace thong from my underwear draw gaziantep ücreti elden alan escort bayan and pulled it on. I grabbed a plain white singlet and put it on as well and then went out to the small kitchen.

Grant’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head when I strode in, hips swaying deliberately.

‘Sleep well?’ I asked him nonchalantly.

‘Most of the night. Of course there was that bit where I had to get up and change rooms, but I can survive.’

‘Given where my pyjamas were when I woke up, I’m sure it wasn’t too much of a trial for you.’

He blushed.

‘It’s ok Grant, you can’t help it. I understand that if a naked woman is in your room you’re going to look, even if it is your sister.’

He still struggled for an answer, but I waved him off, helping myself to some cornflakes.

After a few minutes of awkward silence we settled into more casual banter about the day and week ahead, discussing our schedules, what we would have for dinner (how bad it could be when he cooked that night). I made sure I moved about the kitchen a few times, showing off my butt, bending so that it would be aimed directly at him. By the time that I left him to it in the kitchen he was beyond half mast. I went happily to the shower where I took more time than I needed to wash myself, paying particular attention to my pussy and nipples. I even slipped my little finger in my bum a little as I remembered how close Grant’s touch had come to it the night before.

I didn’t cum. I restarted the tease, building until I was close, but never quite tipping over the edge. I even did it at work that day, sitting in the toilets, biting my lip as my finger twiddled my clit. When I returned to my desk my panties quickly dampened as my body tried desperately to calm down the from the pleasure that had been built but not relieved.

In the end it just meant that I wanted him more. That was the whole point.

Four days and nights I teased myself. I half hoped that I would wake up in his bed with no knowledge of what he’d done to me but with a wet pussy to reassure me that something had happened. The other half of me hoped it wouldn’t so that I could plan it.

That night we were both home, sitting in front of the TV, flicking channels, neither of us able to find anything that would hold our attention. I was so horny I was all but squirming in my seat.

‘Where’s your porn Grant?’ I asked him. I caught him just as he was about to take a drink from his coke.

He coughed and it sprayed out of his nose. I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

‘What did you say?’ he gasped as he recovered from the shock.

‘I asked where your porn is. I want to watch it.’

‘Porn? Now? With me?’

‘You can leave if it makes you uncomfortable, but yeah, I want to watch some.’

‘God what’s got into you?’ Grant asked me.

‘Hey, girls get horny too you know,’ I said as if that would explain everything.

Grant shook his head.

‘Yeah but I don’t think that they normally sit and watch porn with their brother.’

‘Just go get it for me,’ I laughed at him. ‘Like I said, you don’t have to stay.’

I wasn’t sure that he would actually do it and half expected that he wouldn’t, but he put his coke down and wet off to his bedroom. He returned with a disk in his hand and put it into the DVD player.

He sat in his chair and I arranged myself comfortably in mine. I sat so that I was half turned toward him. I wanted to be able to watch him as well as the TV.

Watching him was entertaining. I could tell that he wasn’t able to get into it the way that he no doubt would have if I wasn’t there. For a start he didn’t touch himself at all. He hid his erection from me so I couldn’t even really tell how hard he got. I took advantage of his discomfort and stuck my hand in my pants, gently teasing my clit as my gaze drifted between the on screen action and my brother.

‘You do realise that real sex isn’t like porn, don’t you?’ I asked, some bizarre older sister thing kicking in.

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well for a start, not every dick in the world is that big. I mean if you believed porn you’d think the average size was like 8 inches or something. They’re certainly not all that big and the average is probably more like 5. Then there’s the fact that guys simply don’t last as long as they do in porn. They’re all on viagra and they cut the movie so that it seems like they last forever.’

‘Wow, who would have thought my sister would sit and watch porn and give me sex ed?’ he laughed at me.

‘Hey, just so you don’t set unrealistic expectations.’

‘Oh don’t worry, I haven’t had much sex, but I’m not a virgin. I haven’t had any complaints either.’

I turned and grinned at him before sitting back and watching the DVD some more.

When it ended, we descended into awkward silence again. I put Grant out of his misery and bid him good night.

At 2am my alarm went off quietly, my phone buzzing under my pillow. It was enough to wake me without having the sound screaming out through the whole apartment. I climbed out of bed and went to the door. I fumbled with it. It made enough noise that I hoped that Grant would have woken. I liked it when hew as hard and naked when I climbed into his bed. I wasn’t disappointed. I lay with him as he began to explore my body with his hands. My nipples rose with the pleasure and my pussy melted.

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Smart Girls Rule Ch. 02

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FYI:

This is a modification of a true story related to me by one of the early female students that did win her degree from the University of California, about the 1930’s

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“Hi Dad, It’s your Rita. I have made arrangements for your stay here in Berkeley.”

“Baby, it is so good to hear from you. I have just finished packing for the trip. I hope mom can make it, uh, have you heard whether or not she’s coming?”

“Apparently not Dad! I guess when she divorced you; she threw me in her shit-can along with you. She was the one running around looking for true love plus wealth, and you were the one demonized. God! I am glad our little secret never got out.”

“Oh well, it’s going to be wonderful to see you again darling. Did you make hotel reservations?”

“Sure did, Holiday Inn is all set for you and Jean; and I will be Jean’s replacement! I’m sure you won’t mind lover.”

“Your libido really warms my cockles Dear. I really dislike the 1200 miles that separated us, but your scholarship was much more important. When I get there I will be able to talk more plain, and to the point.”

‘OK Dad, I will see you at the airport tomorrow, and get you checked into the Holiday Inn. If the clerk addresses you as professor, don’t worry about it, and go with the flow! I intend to give you full details!”

“Now you have my interest peaked! It will be difficult waiting to have you in my arms lover. Bye for now!”

“Bye Dad.”

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I knew I was in California by the different texture of the people. Yes, texture is the best word to describe it. The throng, after casually looking around, kind of reminded me of scenes from Star Wars. Oh, There is Rita, at least sanity within this carnival of folk!

“Rita, what happened to you? You’ve become a knockout! I guess you stayed serious with working out.”

“Oh Daddy, I feel so good in your arms. Kiss me darling, and let’s get out of here.”

After a quick check in, the bellboy gave me a funny look upon delivering my bags, along with Rita’s, to our room. I tipped him and he seemed to feel shortchanged? With a “thank you Professor,” he finally closed the door behind him. Alone at last with a most delightful woman, that is quite eager!

“Darling, I got us a room with a hot tub.”

As she starts removing her clothes, “now I am your toy, so if you want to fuck me, I will slip into bed, otherwise meet me in the tub and I will do my best to fuck you.”

“Goodness Rita, you have become so worldly that I feel a might threatened.” I start taking myself down to boxers.

“Rita, you are one beautiful 23 year old, in fact your beauty is almost intimidating.”

“Enough bull Dad, your going to get ‘home base’ anyway, so let it all hang out.”

Once naked, she rushes into my arms pressing hard nipples into my bare chest, I bend forward to kiss her adorable lips, only to feel her aggressive tongue pressing to open mine. Her darting tongue is pumping up my cock, that is now poking her in the tummy.

“I am glad you kept up with your biking Dad. Bikers have great staying power, and I really need you.”

With that she jumps up into my arms wrapping her long legs around me, and I let her slide a bit until her cunt rides upon my cock. Laughing, I carry her to the bed, and lay her on it chiding, “you gave me a choice, but came up with the correct answer. Baby I am going to fuck you now, and afterward we will get into the tub, and you can fuck me!”

She seks hikayeleri slides over to make room for me, “as I always said, daddy knows best!”

I take a nipple between my lips and suck lightly on it while tweaking the other. I then look between her legs and see her familiar bush, just lightly trimmed to eliminate stragglers. I then lick her nipples and pull her close for passionate kisses.

“Thank you Daddy, this is where we left off before I left for my scholarship. Oh, you still have it ‘old man’; my cunt is ready for your kisses. I’m kinda glad you have more control than I have.”

With that I place my hand over her pussy and feel the heat emanating from deep within, like a welcoming mat. I slip a finger into her pussy easily because she is already prepared for intercourse. In fact she is so dilated and sloppy wet, I could put all my fingers into her.

“I am happy to see you have been true to yourself these last few years.”

I kiss her lips to let her enjoy my heat, I then move down between her legs, that she spread before me, opening her to my lust. Her tangle of pubic hair is inspiring, as I spread her moistened pussy lips to gain access to her hooded pleasure button. I first lick those lips that entice a soft moan from my darling. I move my tongue around her clitoris to make her start panting. She now has her erection stiff and available for abuse, so I quickly accommodate her by placing her clitoris between my lips for light suckling.

“Oh damn it, too sensitive, don’t fool around Dad and shove your cock into me, please! I need you.”

With that I raise her legs onto my shoulders bend her double and slide into her easily, fully burying my cock to my testicles, where I start frantically pumping into her while she writhes beneath me moaning with joy. She starts convoluting her pussy muscles in cycles about my invading prick. She is close now so I look into her eyes, give her a big smile, and then bring my lips onto hers to enjoy her frantically stabbing tongue. She breaks the kiss with a scream that makes her body shudder. For a pussy that started out so loose, it clings to my cock milking me. The churning in my testicles forces my cum deep into my darling’s cervix. Shakily, I remove my body from hers, and we both move on our side facing each other.

“Thanks Dad, I really needed that. I know you felt my well-used pussy, and I appreciate your lack of comments. I have learned my cunt is fully adjustable now, to all sizes of pricks. All it takes is for the guy to be hard, and I am happy to work with him, squeezing him with my muscle for mutual gratification!”

“After graduation, I want to settle down Dad, and want you to be my main squeeze until I am ready to get knocked up, and have a family. The boys I currently fuck are crap, and the horny Professors are fun, but have no substance. Yes, I will tell you all about them. Now I do not want to interfere with your life, I just want to be there when you need me. I love you so much that I contemplated no protection so you would be the one to knock me up, but that is too damn unethical, even though acceptable in the Bible! Catch your breath ‘old man’ and met me in the tub.”

With that said, she scampered to the bathroom and started the hot tub. I am still panting from the workout and frazzled by her admissions, as I drag myself to join this super seductive lovable trollop of a daughter in the hot tub. Stepping into the water and sitting along side this fascinating nymph I blurt gaziantep şişman escort bayan out. “Dear, that is a very heavy duty load you just placed upon me, and one that sacrifices yourself by destroying the possibility of a more normal lifestyle. What we do together is a secret that is locked between us, and works for the moment. I love you, and I want you forever, but I also want you to fulfill your life, and not be the one to drag you down.”

“Look Dad, you are my true love. I could come home after an evening of fucking a Professor for the grades, that I justly earned, and still would be very happy to accommodate and pleasure you as your mistress – feeling you add to the cum within me. Thanks to you, I am very comfortable with my feminine body. Oh, the thought of me fucking a Professor is arousing you, huh? Ok, we will talk later.”

She then pivots her body while I scoot up to the tubs edge exposing my cock to her control.

“See Dad, the little fella does have a mind of its own, and nature identifies that as normal. Here little fellow, and get what you deserve.”

She slides her lips down my hardon while using her tongue to dance on it the same way as when we kiss passionately. I place my hands on her face and lift it off my cock and pull her close to me while I feel her erect nipples dig into my chest. Replacing my cock with my tongue, she eagerly accommodates my rigid cock as it slips between her thighs while pressing her mini hardon against mine – she then starts humping me.

“O God Dad, when I am with you I am a total slut, and want you to invade my soul the same way you invade my cunt, I just love this feeling. I am just an old fashioned girl that epitomizes sexual joy as cock in cunt.”

“Rita, we are two of a kind, you really are my flesh and blood. The only place I want to cum is in your pussy!”

With that I turn her around and move onto the seat in the tub while she straddles my legs and lowers herself onto my lap. Raising herself she then reaches between her legs grasping my cock and guides it to her entrance, where I assist in her impalement. Feeling her soft wetness engulfing my prick again is utterly delightful. She then starts fucking me.

“Slow down sweetheart, lets make it last, like forever! I want to soak in your heat, and let us move only for maintenance. I have missed you so much my love, I really want to savor our pleasure before my little man wants to spill sperm into your pussy!”

I reach down and put my finger on her clitoris making her moan with delight.

“Uh Dad, I hope this is a two way street, oh shit, play with my titties that you are neglecting, my clitoris is just too sensitive. That’s better; now when you are ready, clue me in so I can have my way with you. I definitely want to fuck you in the tub to repay your beautiful fuck you gave me in the bed. Oh Dad, feel my goose bumps.

“Oh girl, I feel you shivering now, uh, and your getting very wet in there. We will have to keep this up for your next one.”

“Sorry Dad, but thank you.! I always want to give you the best piece of ass you ever had. O God dearest, I feel you starting to get urgent. Let me take care of you this time.” And I feel her separate and remove herself.

“Lay down in the tub, that’s it Dad, here I am.” She then lies down on top of me straddling my hips with her knees bent, while inserting my prick into her pussy.

“Now its your turn to relax,” while she softly undulated on my cock to get me gaziantep sınırsız escort bayan used to the different feel.

Kissing me intently, she then raises herself to look into my eyes. “I love you so much Daddy, I want to see the pleasure in your face when you cum into me.”

She then starts a smooth long stroke humping onto my cock while giving me an impish grin, until she feels me join her in the motion. Her lips form into an O, and a worried look appears upon her face. Her eyebrows lift as she feels me erupt within her. She is now twitching while I pump a few more strands of cum.

“God, I have really been fucked Rita. This is serious mating!”

“Give me a moment while I gather my thoughts Dad. I do love the feel of you still hard inside me, we are both now coming down now, there I can feel you softening in me letting me know I have been a good girl.”

She covers my face in kisses, while my deflated cock flops out of her totally relaxed dilated pussy!

“I do feel great Dad, thanks for this adventure before graduation tomorrow, I really will be relaxed. You have pumped enough natural tranquilizers that happen to be mixed with male sperm, to make me sleep like a baby, unless you have to make another deposit after dinner. See, isn’t education great! Now pass me the soap, and we will wash each other and get out of here, this is a bath tub you know!”

“Oh my, I really did work up an appetite Dad. Diner here at the Holiday Inn is always a delight, but extra special because of you tonight.”

“Apparently this is your home away from home. So you are telling me that the school’s unethical professors, used your body, yet never gave you an up-grade? And you are happy with this?”

“Yes Daddy, apparently raising my grade would be too unethical – by their standards. (giggle!) It’s the golden rule I guess. Anyway I got the fucking I need, and they got the thrill of a hot lady, so everyone is happy! Tomorrow I graduate, and this is all over. I will be coming home to you to see what I can accomplish in normalville, where I only have to worry about one secret.”

“Is there anything else I can get for you, we have a full selection of deserts, Professor?”

“No Thank you waiter, just the check.”

“This professor stuff really tickles me honey, and to think that the help here converts your evil six professors to infinity. So, you had no really good experiences with the young men on campus? It sounds like you may be a bit too choosy. Obviously you let them stretch your pussy out with some pretty big ones. I am just happy with you Rita, that you let nature take its course, and simply enjoy your existence.”

“Come on Rita, let’s get back to our room. You have got to get a good night’s rest for tomorrows rituals.”

* * * * *

“Daddy, I did bring some sexy nighties, do you want to check it out?”

“Rita, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Watching you remove your clothing to prepare for bed is all the aphrodisiac I can handle. Now that you are down to your cotton panties that fit you so smoothly, my cock is starting to rise. I just enjoy the fact that you look so good in regular clothes, that removing your nylons is sufficient stimulation for me to want to fuck you.”

“Here I am Dad, bare, just the way you like me! You know, our hyped libido is what makes it difficult for us to live apart. We seem to be the only ones that truly understand, and everyone else wants to title a strong natural sex drive, as nymphomania.”

” It’s so good to feel you under the sheets with me, and it is really rare for us to spend a full night together. Let me spoon with you lover, and have you channel your stiffy between my legs, and up against my cunt. Ahh, nice!”

“Daddy, you’re taking advantage of your daughter! You slipped your cock into my pussy!”

“Oh well, if you feel comfortable this way, let’s get some sleep. I love you!”

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Sissi and Me

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A story of sibling ribaldry

© 2017 by Don José Alondra

All rights reserved. No portion of this story may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, scanning or otherwise—save in short quotations in critical reviews or articles, without the express permission of the author.

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.

This story is based upon real people and real events.

I suppose I have always been in love with her.

My older half-sister, Elisabeth, is my goddess, and I adore her more than I can possibly express. My very earliest memories are of her: Sissi smiling in the sun, laughing with me; her gamely trying to help wash my hair, the two of us splashing about the tub as toddlers; Sissi and I curled to-gether like kittens, fast asleep on the built-in bench beneath the picture window.

Westermarck be damned. Growing up in such close proximity has not produced in us the famous Finn’s fabled effect he described so well. Oh, it may have served to slow things down until we were older, mature enough to know bloody well what we were doing, I suppose. But only just. There were most unexpected precipitating factors that would conspire to throw us happily into each other’s arms at last. And thereby hangs a tale.

My name is Franz Josef von Eberstein, and Elisabeth von Eberstein is my sister. We are respectively 18 and 19 years of age. We are German, though we were born in the States, and English is our first language. We reflexively pronounce our surname correctly as AY-ber-shtine, and we never Anglicise it. And yes, our father, Hans von Eberstein, really did name us after the penultimate Austrian kaiser and his lovely wife. Just as the kaiserin was called, my sweet sister is known to everyone as Sissi, though I sometimes call her Liesl as well. She calls me Joey or, if she feels playful or is teasing me affectionately, Josey. Our father calls me Sepp.

Sissi’s mother was actually Welsh, and she worked in the London financial district, which is where she met our father. My mother was from the little Bavarian spa town of Bad Griesbach on the Austrian border, and she taught at the university in Heidelberg.

From her, I inherited my mop of blond hair, piercing blue eyes and angular features. For most of my teens, I was very thin, weighing in at less than 120 pounds dripping wet, due in part to a passionate penchant for running and cycling. With my lanky frame, just under six feet tall, my sister thought for some years that I strongly resembled David Bowie, circa 1979 and his “Look Back in Anger” period. She would kid me that it was me, not Bowie, in the video! (Like many young people these days, we despise modern “music” and prefer the real music of one or even two generations ago.)

But recently, in my 17th year, I undertook a bit of weight training. And with a doctor’s dietary advice, I managed to get up to about 150 pounds—-more muscular now but still trim. I think I like this look better.

As for Sissi, she is more gorgeous than ever I could possibly describe. Perhaps because she is my half-sister and thus genetically more like a cousin, we are as different physically as night and day. She is five-two and perhaps between 130 and 140 pounds. As no one could fail to notice, she is also very busty and curvy in all the right places. She looks very Welsh, like her mother, and she is possessed of the most beautiful brown eyes that ever I’ve seen. Her smile dazzles; her teeth are perfect and gleaming white.

And her hair is positively mediaeval, being nearly as long as she is tall. It is a deep brown in its lustrous colour, thick and more or less straightish to somewhat wavy (depending on the weather), and it plummets to her dainty feet in a cascading wave. She resembles no one so much as a combination of a young Crystal Gayle and someone famous called Lorna Morgan, apparently from Wales, according to an acquaintance that made the observation to me at a soirée once. I don’t know who Miss Morgan is. But if she resembles my sexy sister, she must be truly special.

Dad is a prominent businessman, with many responsibilities scattered throughout German-speaking Europe and here in America, including a German company here in North Carolina. We grew up on Dad’s mountainous, heavily forested estate near Asheville, not far from the Biltmore House. I can’t say that our house and land rival that magnificent palace down the road, of course. But Dad is from Gernsbach, and he designed our home himself. As an in-joke, he named the mansion and estate Triebschen, after the district of Luzern where Wagner’s famed three-storey villa is now a museum. Our home rather resembles a smaller version of some of the castles in Dad’s native Black Forest. It’s surrounded by thick woods, and it features a donjon with turrets and that distinctively Germanic half-timbered şanlıurfa escort bayan style on both storeys. There is a cosy library and study and an excellent wine cellar (more on that later). There is a small lake, full of fish, and it’s completed by a very nice pier that Dad had built some years ago.

It’s a marvellous place, where any kid would be happy and never bored. Sissi and I spent countless hours and indeed years running through and playing in those woods, playing hide-and-seek all over the house and occasionally playfully torturing the maid with our antics. In short, the place was our glorified playpen, truly a paradise.

It still is.

Dad is an older man, though he maintains a driven, dogged energy, and by virtue of his work, we don’t see much of him. He has amply provided for us, and he wants what is best for us. And we know he loves us. But yes, he is distant, and I’m certain he still carries the pain of losing two young wives—-Sissi’s to a drunken driver; mine to cancer—-close to his heart.

It was a cruel fate for our father and us, losing them both within several short years of each other, to the result that my sister and I both grew up motherless. We have no memories of them at all. Instead, it was always just the two of us: me and Sissi, Sissi and me; we two and a string of nannies, nurses and governesses over the years. We did everything to-gether, and we were rarely apart. And almost like twins, we didn’t like it on the brief occasions when we were apart.

Even now, I can close my eyes and easily transport myself back to our early childhood, so many years ago.

“What would you like to play, Joey?”

“Anything you’d like to play, Sissi.”

Her big, brown eyes would shine back at my own blue ones.

“I love you, little brother.”

“I love you, too, big Sis!”

She would embrace me and kiss me upon the cheek, and I would reciprocate. It was as natural as breathing, for us, and it never occurred to us that so many siblings fought or even hated each other, however briefly. I do not remember a time that we ever fought about anything.

“When I grow up,” I would proclaim in all childlike innocence, “I’m going to marry Sissi!”

The maids, upon hearing this, would smile indulgently, knowing this to be a childhood folly. They thought it was cute.

But for me, certainly years later, it was not a childish wish at all. It was a thing I meant with all my heart.

I didn’t always tower over her, of course. Whilst I may be the better part of a foot taller than she is now, so often, when we were little, it was Sissi who was bigger than I. And so, she affectionately called me “little brother” or “little boy,” and I called her “big Sis” of simply “Sissi,” with its double meaning. But I think perhaps I liked it best when she just said my name. With others, of course, it meant nothing. But from Sissi’s sweet lips, it was positively an incantation.

“Joey…”

She had but to whisper my name. She could say it so softly, so prettily. When we were small, she could summon me to look at a butterfly or a tadpole, or when we were older, to ride through the woods astride Siegmund and Sieglinde, the two retired racehorses Dad adopted.

Obviously I cannot speak for my sister in this, of course: but perhaps I imprinted on a maid, a governess or a tutoress, seeing them all, at one time or another, as surrogate mothers. Sissi and I were home-schooled, and we owe so very much to these dedicated women. But maybe my familiarity with them kept me from being attracted to them, even later as an adolescent. We saw few children our own age, but we didn’t care. You can’t miss what you don’t know. And when you have a built-in best friend, who needs them?

No, the Westermarck effect was not very effective for us, as it turned out. Indeed, we were impervious. You’d think we might have been too familiar with each other, Sissi and I. But we didn’t believe such a thing was possible. We were more than brother and sister; we were friends—-pals, buddies. We had the agape love down pat.

Little did I dream it would ever grow into more—-so much more.

***

But the idyll of childhood didn’t last for ever. Once we were inseparable. But soon we would be parted and for painfully long.

I can remember Sissi teaching me how to finger-paint, when we were little. Messy fun! But out of such a seemingly inconsequential beginning, there grew a love for painting and indeed for all the arts. By the time I was 12, I was quite an accomplished painter, winning awards and exhibiting in Asheville art galleries.

Being home-schooled (our last tutoress was amazing), we had easily leapfrogged over the usual American academic requirements, passed the necessary state tests and were preparing to leave for university by the time early adolescence hit us. I wanted to attend London’s Royal College of Art, the greatest gaziantep sarışın escort bayan art school in the world, and I was mad-keen on this.

Sissi wanted to attend Harvard to study English. We both love language and literature, but I think her love is even deeper than mine. So this course of study and action seemed a natural fit.

But when we received our acceptance notices, the realisation hit us like a load of bricks. This meant we would be headed off for opposite ends of the earth, separated for God only knew how long.

One summer afternoon when I was nearly 13, Sissi and I were in my studio. I had converted a section of Dad’s old greenhouse into a place to paint, and it really worked quite well. There was a sink with a huge basin, where I could wash my hands and dirty brushes. The various flowers and plants were readymade models for my still-life works in water colours, oils or acrylics. And the light that poured in was fantastic. It was ideal.

I was painting Sissi. She was my favourite model, of course. I had painted our various teachers and even the maids in the past, often giving away my creations as Christmas presents. But the paintings of Sissi we framed and hung in our bedrooms. These images were ours and ours alone. Ours was a private world, and no one on earth could enter it.

For long years, we’d finished each other’s sentences. We spoke something like the private language of twins, often a combination of English and German. Sometimes we even thought the same thoughts, at the same time. Others would have thought it spooky. But to us, it was simply natural. It was who we were.

It is who we are.

Sissi smiled sweetly at me and was the soul of patience as I worked upon the canvas with furious strokes. She wore a modest blouse and a peasant skirt (she never wore trousers). She sat upon her stool and seemed not to weary at all.

“You sure you wouldn’t prefer the chair?” I asked, my brush fairly flying in my fingers.

“No. This is fine, little brother.”

At 14, she was physically a grown woman. I would soon be 13, and I had begun to notice that my sister’s beauty was something more than a merely aesthetically pleasing subject for a painting. Sissi was causing feelings to stir within me, sensations unfamiliar in more ways than one. I compared it, perhaps blasphemously, to Saul on the road to Damascus, knocked from his horse by his encounter with God. That was the only thing to which I could really liken it. My sister was not merely beautiful. She was empirically, easily demonstrably and without the shadow of any doubt the most beautiful woman on the broad face of the earth.

I had studied Bouguereau very carefully. The Impressionists were second nature to me. I knew Draper and Waterhouse. I even knew the movie stars of the good, old days, from the 1950’s to the ’80’s. But no further; I hated modern films and shared my father’s assessment of the modern world: “Always remember, my boy, nothing real has happened since 1989.”

But Sissi surpassed them all.

I was labouring over her hair, trying to ensure that I caught the light just right as it fell upon her five-foot mane. Painting Sissi’s hair was always a highlight in capturing her beautiful image. And her complexion—-not too fair, not too tan and always bereft of blemishes—-was simply flawless.

“Sis,” I whispered in awe, “you’re perfect.”

I placed my brush upon the easel and stood up.

“And you’re perfectly sweet, little boy,” she replied, standing as well and stretching her arms over her head.

Our tutoress had recently introduced us to Dad’s wine cellar (“You’re German,” she said sensibly, “so none of that silly, unrealistic, wait-till-you’re-21 nonsense for you!”). Really is some excellent stuff down there. And sitting now before us on my work table was an opened bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, accompanied by two lovely glasses of Austrian crystal. I washed my hands thoroughly, drying them on a plush towel on a nearby rack. I then spritzed myself with a bit of German cologne to mitigate the smell of paint, before finally pouring two generous glasses of wine.

“Lovely fragrance,” said Sissi, smiling and closing her eyes for a second. “Dad pick that up for you in Munich?”

“Yes,” I replied, handing her a glass. “Glad you like it. Here’s to you, Sis. Zum Wohl.”

“Back atcha, Rembrandt.”

We gazed into each other’s eyes. Something unspoken passed between us, as it seemed to me. I reached down and brought her soft, delicate hand to my lips. As I did so, revelling in the glorious scent of her own delicious perfume, my eyes closed involuntarily, and I frowned slightly, betraying perhaps the true depth of my feeling. Sissi surely knew, for she could always read my thoughts.

“You are the perfect model, Mme Monet,” I said, smiling.

She laughed lightly at my joking reference that şehitkamil escort bayan nevertheless told the truth.

“Let me see,” she said, her arm round my waist as she turned to look at my still-wet work. “Oh! Oh, Joey! It’s wonderful. This is surely your best work yet. Oh, little brother, you’ve outdone yourself! Thank you. Thank you so much. This—-this is beautiful.”

And there was that word again: beautiful. When it comes to my beloved sister, it’s a word that cannot be used enough.

She kissed my cheek tenderly, and I blushed. I thanked her for the compliment and downed two large gulps of the Cabernet, draining half the glass. The wine of late had become something of a solace. It helped to somewhat, however temporarily, quench the growing flames of an awesome ardour, a fire I feared was wrong. It helped keep at bay a desire that could not, should not be expressed. It helped me live with the realisation…

That I was in love—-falling hard, head over heels in love—-with my sister.

***

On my 13th birthday that September, my bags were packed into a taxi. Soon I would be at the aeroport in Charlotte, flying to London.

Tears stained our eyes as we said our goodbyes. Sissi was due to leave for Harvard the next day. She looked up at me, a tremble in her voice.

“Whatever shall I do without you, little boy?”

I smiled through my tears, brushing them away with the back of my hand.

“You’ll be fine. Just fine. But I won’t! What am I to do without you, Sis?”

“E-mail. Air mail. I shall require a stack of your letters every week. And your letters read like poetry, Joey. And there’s always the ‘phone, and of course there’s Skype. It’ll be—-it’ll be as if we’re not even apart!”

“Yes. Of course. You’re right. You’re always right, Sis.”

She reached up and flung her arms round me. I returned her embrace, and we held each other tight for a long moment that felt like an eternity. At last we kissed each other’s cheeks, our love still pure and chaste.

She whispered in my ear:

“I’m as close as the next ‘phone call, Josey, my love.”

“Yes. I know, Liesl, meine Schwester und Liebchen. And your ‘phone will be ringing off the hook, and I’ll melt your computer with Skype chatting!”

“Master Josef! Master Josef!”

It was Marthe, our old German maid. She was running down the steps, trailing a scarf behind her. I smiled at her.

“Marthe, my dear! Have I forgotten something?”

“You need zis scarf,” she said, frowning slightly. “I know. Is varm now, nicht wahr? But in England, soon comes de cold, und you vill need zis.”

She reached up to me and hung the thing round my neck. It was multi-coloured and perhaps 12 feet long, a wraparound muffler, very like the one Tom Baker used as “Dr Who.”

“Danke schön, Liebling,” I told her, my arm round her back, and then casting a look at Sissi, I added, “Take care of my helpless sister, won’t you?”

“Ja, natürlich,” the old woman replied, her grey eyes disappearing into the wrinkles of her craggy, weathered face. “I love both you kinder!”

Sissi reached out, flung her arms tight round me and whispered:

“Don’t go. Stay with me.”

I smiled at her, trying to be strong.

“I love you, Sissi,” I whispered softly in her ear.

“I love you more,” she replied, her voice still hushed and delicate.

I felt her trembling as she wept, her little body, petite but already long voluptuous, shaking in my arms. For a moment, I didn’t want to leave; I wanted only to remain like that, my sister and me both frozen like statues in an eternal embrace.

But in another moment, I was waving goodbye to Sissi and Marthe, gazing at them from the taxi’s rear window. Soon I would be flying over the Atlantic, on the way to my future.

I had no idea just how my life was about to change.

***

Over the next five years, I saw Sissi in person only thrice.

Our lives now were simply headed in completely different directions. The trajectories of education, new experiences and new friends took us into dizzyingly rapid changes, to which I suppose we adapted well enough. We kept in touch as best we could, but living half a world away from each other didn’t help.

Twice she came to London, as of course she had never been there. Once I came to Cambridge, Mass., and she enjoyed showing me Harvard. And on all three occasions, Dad was able to join us as well. Shopping, dinners and of course all the touristic stuff were very nice; all fun. Our reunions were short and sweet, and it was always so good to catch up. But we never seemed to have enough time.

It was just rotten, bloody luck. Our schedules never seemed to work out properly. Sissi and I were now seeing more people than ever we had before in our lives. There were new professors, new demands, new goals—-new lives. It was hard, and there were so many challenges. Oh, yes, we e-mailed each other every day. We wrote real letters, delivered by air mail. Sissi’s penmanship was positively calligraphic, and I returned the favour by including sketches of London life, sometimes by themselves, sometimes in the margins of my letters; sometimes I would simply enclose a large drawing and write a brief note at the bottom. We talked on the telephone on a regular basis, and Skype was always especially nice.

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Sister in Law Moves In Pt. 03

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Two weeks had gone by since I fucked Brandi and life was back in the old normal routine. I had only lusted after her about 3x and it always went away quickly when she talked. Brandi has a wonderful body but she is perpetually single for several reasons, one of them being her lack of a filter. I myself have been completely turned off when she talks too much.

I had a weekday off and wanted to do absolutely nothing. After wasting away the day I found myself in my garage in a recliner watching porn on a big screen. I texted the wife asking her if she would be home on time because I’d rather not waste a good cum if I could help it. She told me she was going to be hours upon hours late and I told her okay and that I had been edging for a while. Then she shocked me a little and said ‘Brandi is going to be home soon would you rather fuck her?” and she then followed it up with “I mean rather than jerking off not fucking me”. I replied “Well yeah of course” and Christie, my wife, texted that she would see if Brandi was going to be there soon and if she would take care of me. Christie went on to say it was only fair and that she wasn’t feeling well today anyways. I was super excited but also expecting to be let down. Brandi can be selfish.

About 5 minutes went by and I got a text from Brandi saying “Get naked and wait for me in my room I have a nail appointment at 6 and need to take a shower you gotta be fast be there in 5!” and my cock almost exploded. I guess she had a heart after all. I just responded “Yes ma’am!” and she replied with “lol”. Her nail appointment was only an hour and 15 minutes away.

I ran inside, checked my breath, even though I really hadn’t kissed her the last time, and then ran to her room and threw off my clothes and got under the sheets which cracked me up as I did it. I had been around her for years in shorts and shirtless but for some reason I got under the sheets. I heard her car pull up and the front door open and she came straight back to her room. The door opened and she laughed a little when she saw me and then said “Well this is weird” and I reminded her she told me to do this. Then Brandi said “Get on the edge of the bed. I’m gonna blow you we don’t have time to fuck.” I lifted the sheets and did exactly as I was told.

Brandi was wearing a black professional work dress that came down to her knees and still showed off her figure without being too nite club looking. She also had on some nice jewelry and heels which she kicked off as she approached the bed. She was totally gorgeous and stylish. She looked down at my already hard cock and then went to get on her knees. I stopped her.

“Please take the dress off.”

“Ugghhh! Alright. But we’re not fucking. I don’t have time.”

Brandi peeled off her dress and threw it on the floor then dropped to her knees in front of me. She wasted no time in grabbing my cock and she started with gaziantep sahibe escort bayan a few licks up the shaft before spitting on it and then putting it in her mouth. In a few short seconds I was already in heaven. I didn’t remember it being this good last time either but she was also drunk. In no time she was deep throating me too and I was in shock at how good it was.

Brandi was an absolute pro. It was turning into one of the best blow jobs of my life. She was sucking and then licking and managing to use her hands the entire time as well. She also spit on it several times. In less than 2 minutes after starting I felt like I was going to cum. I let out a moan and moved my legs making it obvious and Brandi let my cock slip out of her mouth long enough to say something.

“Oh daddy I love your cock daddy” she said and then put my cock right back in her mouth.

“Oh my god” I said in a very guttural way in sheer shock at what she had just said.

All it did was encourage her and she took my cock out of her mouth for a moment again but replaced it with her hand simultaneously.

“Cum for me daddy” and then she sucked some more.

“Brandi” I said as I felt the cum building. She sucked for a moment longer before responding.

“Yes daddy?” and then sucking again. That was it for me. We hadn’t discussed where I was going to cum.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum Brandi!”

“Cum in my mouth daddy!” and she went right down on me but slowly while playing with my balls and I started cumming.

Watching my cock pulsate with just an inch past the head in her mouth emptying my cum was one of the best things I’ve ever seen. I came for every bit of 7 seconds and she was going “Mmmm mmmmm” the entire time and then she had to pull off my cock.

Brandi sat back but as she did she opened her mouth and held out her tongue showing me my cum. I just said “Oh my god you bad little girl” and she closed her mouth, smiled, and swallowed it. I just said “Fuck” and she jumped up off the floor and wiped her mouth.

“Okay buddy let’s go. I got shit to do and you got me all horny now. Get out so I can take a shower. I hope you liked it.”

“Uh fuck Brandi. Yeah. Fuck.”

“I know what I’m good at. Most guys can’t handle the dirty talk. Christie knows it too obviously. She used to be able to make Phil cum in a minute flat when they were -, sorry, TMI.”

“Do you two tell each other everything?”

“Pretty much, now get out. You’re welcome and you owe me. I might have you eat my pussy real soon if it’s okay with Christie.”

“You’re my hero Brandi” and I grabbed her ass and rubbed it as I was leaving causing her to smack my hand away and say “Stooooop I need to go fuuuuuuck” and I did as I was told. I had my shorts on and was about to put on my t shirt and walk out the door when I heard şahinbey escort bayan Brandi say “Wait. Come here.” I turned around and she was taking her panties off and getting on the bed.

“I need you to eat my pussy please. You can’t leave me hanging like this I’m fucking soaked.”

I let out a sigh and felt my dick start to grow again already seeing her kick off her white thong panties and jump on to the center of the bed.

“You should have just let me fuck you in the first place Brandi” I said as I walked towards the bed and she replied “Shut up” as is tradition.

I got on top of the bed and maneuvered my way to her pussy as she propped her head up on the pillows. I wasted no time and she needed no warming up. Her pussy was dripping before I even touched it. I kissed all around and then played with her clit for a moment before putting a finger in, then two with ease as she was wetter than I could remember my wife being in a while. I then started eating her out and it was heaven. I was falling in love with her pussy. The taste, the shape, the wetness, all of it was just so perfect. I felt my cock starting to get hard again and I so badly wanted to fuck her.

Brandi was writhing and moaning harder and stronger with each lick. I was also teasing her nipples as best I could using one hand so really just focusing on one. I knew her sister, my wife, loved that, and I was quickly seeing so did Brandi. I was starting to lose control and wanted nothing more than to fuck her. I moved up higher on the bed so I could suck on her nipples and play with her pussy.

I was sucking on her tit and playing with her pussy for only about a minute when she said the most beautiful words.

“Please put your cock inside me” and I wasted no time in sliding down. I positioned myself in between her legs, grabbed my cock and rubbed it up and down her slit and a little extra on her clit. She moaned out “Fuuuuuck please put it in!” and I gave her what she wanted. I slid my cock in and it went in with ease. Her eyes widened and her mouth was open as if it was her first time. It really turned me on.

I started a nice steady stroke and really wasn’t worried about cumming. I had just cum a gallon only minutes earlier and was amazed I was as hard as I was. This was the most turned on I had been in years. We were sober and it was turning into a bonafide fuck session. The fact I’d known Brandi for years and she was my wife’s sister obviously helped a lot.

I was only fucking her for about a minute when she said “I’m gonna cum” and then she dug her nails into my back causing me to scream out “Brandi!” as it’s not something I’m into and it was unexpected. Her response was to ease up on the nails and instead hug me and pull me into her pussy as far as possible. I of course helped and I felt her pussy throbbing on my cock and şahinbey bayan escort she yelled out “I’m cumming!”. By instinct as it was something I did with the wife I started to kiss her. She reciprocated. Brandi was cumming on my cock and I was passionately kissing her then she broke our kiss for air and to say “Fuuuuuuuck” and squeeze me even harder. She rode her climax as far as she could and I slowed my strokes.

“Can you cum again?” she asked me.

“I doubt it” and she said “Let’s try, keep fucking me daddy” and she reached down and started caressing my balls as I fucked her. Right away I had a feeling she was going to prove me wrong. Brandi was looking me right in the eyes steadying her breathing and said “You’re gonna cum for me okay?” and then she gently grabbed my chin and turned my head towards her and said “Okay? You’re gonna cum in your sister in law’s pussy” and she increased her movement on my balls when she said it. Then she said “Come here daddy” and pulled my head towards hers and I thought I was getting a kiss but instead she went for my ear to whisper to me as I fucked her.

“Do you wanna fuck me and Chrissy together? Would that make you happy daddy? Having both sisters taking care of your cock at the same time? Isn’t that what you always wanted? We can share you daddy. Cum for me and show me how much you love us.”

I was breathing furiously and my heart was pounding. She knew how to lay it on. Or was she serious? I had no fucking clue.

“Cum inside my pussy daddy I wanna feel your hot cum shooting inside me do it now daddy please!”

“Brandi fuck” I muttered as I pounded away.

“Fuck me daddy! Cum inside my pussy! Shoot your hot cum inside my little pussy daddy!”

“I’m cumming!”

“Oh daddy fill me up fuuuuuck I feel it it’s so good uggghhh warm” and Brandi pulled me towards her and this time we did kiss for a while. Then I laid a little bit on her for a moment before she gently tapped me and said “Okay get up I’m gonna be late” and jumped off the bed naked grabbing stuff to take a shower. She ran out of the room and as she did she said “You were fucking magnificent Christie is so lucky” and then I heard her get in the shower.

I laid on her bed for about 5 minutes before getting up. I walked outside for some air and a cigarette. I realized the house was a bit of a mess, too, and I decided to clean it up before Christie got home. It was the least I could do seeing as how she was letting me fuck her sister.

I was still cleaning when Brandi went out the door and said “Thanks for the cum brother in law!” and I laughed and felt my cock get hard again. Christie texted me a while later when she was leaving work and said “B said you came twice” and I replied “Yeaaaaahhhhh OMG”. Her response was “That makes me a little jealous. You haven’t cum twice for me like that in years.” I told her it was cause it was new, her sister, not to be jealous, and her last response before coming home was “I guess I have some work to do. I can’t have you cumming more for my sister than me. Time to get creative!” I just love my wife. Just today her married male co-workers were telling her how lucky I am and how awesome of a wife she is. Totally unrelated to this FYI. If only they knew how lucky I really am.

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Sinful High Class Mom Ch. 02

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This is a revised version of a story I wrote titled “Naughty High Class Mom Pt. 2 under hotteat60

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Lust was consuming me by the second. My nipples were burning through my thin dress. I decided that I had to fuck my son’s giant cock. I had to please that huge cock in a way no girl or woman ever has, and I am quite sure there have been many. I began to think about the black rap star and how many young girls were vying for his attention just to fuck his big cock. It must be the same for my son: the star quarterback with a huge cock. Even if just to fuck a cock so huge for the novelty, what women would not want to at least try my sons huge cock once? And I certainly was no exception. We have always been very close; in fact we were more like best friends than mother and son. God I was so hot just thinking of blowing his great big hung cock then fucking it again and again this weekend.

When Kyle came out of the shower he had on a baggy pair of trunks. He passed my room and stopped in his tracks to look in on me. I smiled and said, “So what do you think baby. Do I look hot enough for you?”

I could instantly see his enormous cock swelling menacingly in his trunks. He responded with, “Fuck mom you are a drop dead fucking knockout!”

I then asked him to help me with my zipper. As I began to feel my son’s hand on the zipper I turned my head to the side and then uttered in a very seductive tone, “If you would like to see the body you have been jerking that giant fucking cock off to all these years, you could unzip it baby.”

I then reached my hand back, feeling his enormous cock against my burning ass, then put it behind his head and pulled him towards me. I let my tongue reach out so that we could kiss. Kyle’s tongue instantly met mine. Our hot tongues flicked wildly across each others for minutes as we both moaned like animals in heat. I began moaning louder as this incestuous kissing was driving me wild.

My son then said, “Yeah mom, let that hot pussy cum for me baby. Make it cum all over my big cock baby.”

Oh fuck, that did it. I began to shake, moaning, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck I’m cummmmmmmmmmming baby. All over that great big turned cock of yours.”

After I came my son said confidently, “That’s how hot I’m gonna make you cum this weekend mom. For years I’ve been dying to fuck you mom. You’ve got a killer body that’s designed for fucking and my big cock could tell you’re hot to fuck too.”

This was a side of Kyle that I have not seen before. It was obvious that he had lots of experience and was used to getting his way. I am quite sure having gorgeous looks and a 14 inch cock gave him confidence over all guys his age or older. I knew then that this was not going to be awkward but rather more like two highly sexed people fucking at the top of their game.

Kyle then pulled the zipper down all the way and I let my new dress hit the floor. When I stepped away from it I heard him moan approvingly saying, “Fuck yeah mom, fuck yeah!”

I then turned to see his expression as he stared at my body hungrily. It reminded me of the type of animal lust the black rap star had. This was not my son, but more like a self-assured stud who appreciated an older woman with a sexy body.

I said teasingly, “So I overheard you say you used to stroke that huge cock thinking about me baby.”

My son’s eyes burned with lust as his hand began rubbing along the endless length of his massive cock. My eyes instantly watched him touching the freakish bulge in his shorts. He asked almost smugly, “Yeah, what else did you hear mom?”

I walked to him and kissed his lips softly with my tongue and said teasingly, “I heard you say that your huge cock measures 14 inches baby and my mouth has been watering ever since , just thinking about pumping it and licking it then sucking it off.”

As I said that I squatted down on my high heels and began to pull off my son’s now uncomfortable trunks. When I pulled them over his knees his cock was still inside his shorts waiting to be freed! Finally his trunks were at his ankles and my son’s massive cock was released.

Thinking about the black rap star I said in an amazed voice, “Oh god baby you are so fucking huge. I’ve had a real big cock once before but yours is even bigger!”

His cock shot way out past my face and over my shoulder. I marveled at the wild maze of big veins that protruded along the top and sides of the monstrous shaft. I then took it in both hands and closed my index finger and thumb. Even though I have rather long fingers there was at least 4 inches of my son’s shaft between my thumb and index finger!

I then lifted it, shocked by its amazing weight and put it against my son’s taut stomach. I gasped as it towered up above his tight pectoral muscles! I knew we only had an hour or so before we had to leave so I began stroking his giant cock lovingly in both hands.

I cooed slyly, “Lover would you like me to take the edge off your giant cock before we have to leave?”

He replied almost annoyed, gaziantep özbek escort bayan “I fucking beat off twice today thinking about your fucking hot body mom and I just beat off again in the shower a few minutes ago as I thought about fucking it with my big cock, and look at how fucking big I am again for you baby. What do you think?”

I didn’t even reply. I began licking up and down both sides of his angry shaft. I then began kissing it as I uttered, “Soooo fucking huge. I can’t believe how fucking huge your cock is baby!”

I kissed and licked his massive cock for over 15 minutes. My son then demanded, “Spit on it baby. Make it nice and wet mom.”

As I eagerly did what he asked, I looked up at him and smiled slyly thinking to myself, ‘God he knows just what he likes!’

As I did this I couldn’t help but to think just how taboo and nasty this was. At that very moment my son surprised me by saying, “Yeah mom get real nasty with my big turned on cock. Get it nice and wet baby.”

He then said almost arrogantly, “Yeah baby, enjoy that big cock that you’ve been missing from dear old puny dad!”

I looked up at him and said sexily, “Oh baby I love what were doing, you’re making me so fucking hot!”

I then stood and we kissed wildly as I pumped his oversized shaft in my left hand. I ran my palm over the top of my son’s mammoth cock then twisted it so that my palm slid back down the long length caressing the underside of the club like shaft.

Kyle said, “Yeah mom, that’s how you pump a big cock. Oh fuck yeah that feels great baby.” My son then began kissing my engorged nipples and said, “Fuck mom I’ve been dying to suck on these big fucking nipples. You’ve got the biggest pair I’ve ever seen!”

My son then said, “Keep playing my big cock while I work on this big ass nipples mom. I want to make you cum again baby. I want to work on these great big nipples until your pussy shoots off.”

He stuck his tongue out showing me he wanted to kiss some more. I eagerly gave my son my tongue as he expertly rolled and pulled then kissed and sucked my inch long nipples between his skilled thumb and index finger. I began moaning deeper as my talented son brought me so close to the edge of another wild orgasm.

Knowing he had me he said, “Go ahead baby let those big horny nipples cum like your turned on pussy did.”

That did it. I began to tremble as my son said confidently, “Fuck yeah. Give me another nice cum baby!”

We then began kissing hotly as my second orgasm with my son shot right through me and I moaned, “Ohhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuck yeah baby!!!”

As soon as it ended my son said, “Now bend over at the waist baby so I can look at your sexy ass and those long fucking legs in those hot stockings while you keep playing with my big cock.”

I could not believe that these demands were coming from my own 18 year old son! He was so confident about how he wanted to be played with. He had the confidence of a much older man, not an 18 year old boy.

As I bent over I tried to open my mouth wide enough to at least take in his huge cock head. After minutes of frustration I finally managed to get my insatiable mouth over the giant crown of my sons cock head. He moaned loudly, “Oh Fuck Yeah baby not many women can do that to my cock. FuckYeah your real good baby. Real Good ahhhhhhhhh!”

After a while I would alternate between licking, kissing and coating his gigantic cock with saliva, then inserting my sons huge cockhead in my mouth as I ran my tongue over the crown. As my son thoroughly enjoyed his mothers cock sucking techniques he looked at my body and said approvingly, “I fucking love your sexy look mom. Those high heels and sexy stockings on your long hot legs are driving my big cock crazy baby.”

I then went back to squatting on my high heel pumps determined to bring my son’s massive 14 inch cock off and said, “I’m glad you like my look baby. I wanted to dress sexy for you. I am going to dress like this all weekend lover just to keep that 14 inch monster turned on for me.”

As I continued pleasuring my sons giant cock with my mouth and hands I said, “It makes me feel so naughty dressed in my stockings and high heels like this, kneeling in front of you while I’m stroking and blowing your great big horny cock baby.”

I then remembered the black Rap star telling me to tongue fuck his big black head with my wild tongue. I then flicked my hot tongue wildly over my sons baseball sized cock head for a few minutes as I looked up and smirked at him. The result was the same as he looked at me moaning his approval.

He said approvingly, “Oh fuck yeah, that’s the way to blow my big cock mom. Tease the fuck out of it baby!”

I then added to the heat taunting, “Do you like the way I’m tongue fucking your giant cock baby?”

My son snarled, “Oh fuck that’s so nasty baby!!!”

I then stood and we kissed again as I stroked him along the side of my thigh porno videolar high stockings, pumping him into a frenzy. I slipped back to kneeling and repeated this teasing game of blowing and licking then standing and kissing until his moaning and breathing quickened. His guttural moaning indicated his need to cum.

I continued on, determined to bring my sons 14 inch cock off saying, “Oh baby do you like the way your mothers soft hands feel stroking your huge hot cock?”

“Oh fuck yeah mom. Keep playin’ with it baby. Don’t fucking stop.” he moaned

As I began to feel his giant shaft pulse uncontrollably I said wickedly, “Oh baby I could feel your great big cock getting ready to explode. Is there a nice big hot load in there for me baby?”

“Oh mom, wait until you see how much cum jerks out of my big fucking cock,” he said boldly.

I knew that I had to watch this incredible spectacle and said naughtily, “Oh baby I’m going crazy, let me watch you shoot your great big fucking load!”

Suddenly Kyle announced that he was ready to shoot. At that point a clear liquid began to trickle out of the 2 inch slit of his cock head. This continued for almost a minute. The hot liquid was running through my fingers and coated his giant shaft as my hands continued pumping it devotedly. Even this pre fluid was more cum then most men produce in an entire orgasm!

I fueled the fire teasingly, “Come on baby let me watch you drop that great big load! Do it baby, do it for me.”

My son then moaned,”Oh fuck mommmmmmm!!!”

Suddenly his monstrous shaft began twitching and convulsing and a long rope of cum- over 2 feet long shot out past my face hitting the wall on the opposite side of the room!. This was followed by ten more blasts equal in size and power! I was so stunned by the amount of cum and the power of each blast that I momentarily stopped jerking my son’s huge cock.

Sensing my shock my son said, “Don’t stop fucking my cock with your hands mom, there’s a lot more left.”

I was so amazed at the erotic sight of my son’s enormous cock shooting blast after blast of cum that I actually came too, just by watching and stroking him! It was the most cum I have ever seen including the young black rap stars! My own son came as much as 10 horny men combined!

I couldn’t believe the sight in my sons’ room. Cum was splattered against the wall and was dripping on the floor. It looked like a vanilla milk shake was splattered against the wall! Along the ground was a stream of cum that lead back to my son’s still engorged cock! I then instinctively began licking and tasting the drops of cum that trickled out from the end of his beautiful, massive cock. I noted the wonderful taste and made a note to myself that I was going to drink more than a few hot loads of my son’s cum before this weekend was over.

I continued kissing and slow stroking Kyle’s monstrous cock which disbelievingly remained huge. “So fucking big; so fucking beautiful baby. So much fucking cum,” I moaned over and over as I lovingly worshiped my son’s massive cock for another 30 minutes.

Kyle then pulled me to him and we kissed passionately for almost half an hour before we got dressed to leave for the dinner. In the car he drove and we couldn’t keep our hands off one another. My son’s right hand was all over my long crossed legs. He said, “Keep crossing those sexy long legs mom. That makes my big cock wild.”

His touch was turning me on like crazy, as Kyle ran his fingers up my calf to the elastic tops of my sheer thigh high stockings. At every stoplight we would dart our tongues out and kiss crazily until we were prompted by the car horn behind us. I ran my manicured fingernails along the length of his tremendous shaft which stirred angrily in his pants.

I moaned in his ear saying, “Oh baby, I can’t wait to get back to your apartment so that we can really fuck and get into becoming lovers.” As I continued to teasingly play with it, I still could not believe how enormous it felt after just shooting such a staggering load of cum!

When we arrived at the sports dinner it was clear to see just how popular my son was. He did not introduce me as his mother but rather as his date, using my name Vivian. When we entered the room I noticed every women looking at my son with lust in their eyes. He told me afterwards that he had noticed all his friends and all the men checking me out, and in the bathroom four of his teammates commented on how “hot” I was.

Kyle received six awards for different types of achievement. Throughout the ceremony all I could think of was my son’s giant cock and how bad I wanted to get back to his apartment so that we could get into fucking. When the awards concluded we started dancing. My son held me so close that I could easily feel his mammoth, pendulous cock brush up against my thigh. I whispered teasingly in his ear that there should have been an award for the biggest cock. After a few songs we were on fire to get back to gaziantep rus escort bayan his apartment and begin our taboo mother and son fuck.

As soon as we were in the car my son started running his skilled hands up and down my long stocking covered legs as I eagerly massaged his huge throbbing cock. As he played with my long legs he continued commenting on how sexy they were and how hot my stockings looked. Although the drive was only a few miles to Kyle’s apartment it seemed as if we would never get there! I was lost in lust as I thought about actually fucking my own son and that he had such an enormous, oversized cock.

I began moaning and had a wonderful soft orgasm. As I came we pulled into the parking lot. As soon as my son turned the key our tongues went wild kissing and exploring each others mouths. I was so fucking hot!

I said,” Oh fuck baby my ass is on fire. You’ve got me so fucking worked up. Let’s go inside and play all night baby. I need to suck and fuck that great big cock of yours soooo bad”

He then added, “With what I have in mind for your hot body mom it’s going to take the whole weekend to play with you baby.”

Once inside we went hand in hand into the living room and began a very sexy kiss with our mouths wide open and our tongues darting wickedly across each others. This heated kiss lasted nearly an hour as my son’s hands ran up and down my stockings and over my turned on ass. Kyle would slowly spread my ass cheeks causing me to moan.

He said, “You’ve got an amazing ass mom. I’ve pumped my big cock off so many times thinking about eating it,” he said.

His hands would run up my sides over my stockings as he remarked, “Your legs are so fucking hot mom, and these stockings are driving my big cock insane.”

This was such torture and he knew it. My son was so in touch with turning women on, and not just any woman, but his own mother! He brought me over the edge when he said, “Do you like the way I’m playing with your hot ass and those sexy long legs baby?” At this point our mouths closed on each other and I moaned through an intense orgasm as I continued kissing my sexy son.

After I came we began kissing madly. My son then untied my choker and slid my dress down. My nipples were so long and hard that my son had to pull the material away because they were caught against the thin fabric. Once my big nipples were freed they stood out over an inch long and were throbbing with lust.

My son said approvingly, “Fuck mom you’ve go the biggest pair of nipples I’ve ever seen. I’ve wanted to play with them for years.”

He then began kissing them and flicking his tongue over each one. As he continued this treatment he began running his hands over my stocking covered legs and back to my ass. He would then kiss me saying how much he loved my huge nipples. This went on for over an hour while he sucked my aching nipples and eventually rubbed one while he sucked the other.

I began moaning again and my son asked knowingly, “Do you like the way I’m working your great big nipples mom?”

“Oh baby your driving me so fucking wild. I’m so fucking hot,” I responded.

My son continued kissing me and sucking my engorged nipples until I couldn’t take it any longer. Sensing my need to cum he said, “Go ahead mom, get off again so that I can start sucking your fucking snatch.” I finally released a shuddering orgasm as my son continued pinching my overly sensitive nipples while we kissed franticly.

After I came we continued a very passionate kiss as or tongues explored each others mouths. My son then began pulling down my dress. As he exposed my thigh high stockings my son moaned approvingly. Once the dress was down I stepped out of it remaining in my tan thigh high stockings and high heel pumps.

Kyle looked at me lustfully and said, “Oh yeah, fuck mom you are one sexy bitch.”

My son then removed his cloths and I nearly came from the sight of his beautiful sculpted body and the overwhelming size of his mammoth cock. I couldn’t believe the way it hung down an inch above his knee. The girth so massive it resembled the width of a soda can.

My son then told me what he wanted and said, “I want to watch you walk around the room mom while I play with my big cock baby.”

My son sat on the sofa with the most massive hard on I had ever seen. As he slowly pumped his giant 14 inch cock before my disbelieving eyes I walked seductively around the room. My son’s eyes were riveted to my body and I was enjoying every second of this. As I seductively walked on the hard wood flooring my high heels clicked adding to this wanton scene.

After a while I would approach my son with lust in my eyes as I watched him stroke that monster cock. I would bend at the waist and take it in my hands and pump it slowly, then kiss and lick the enormous head. My son’s hands would run up and down alongside my nylons thrilling me with his touch.

As my hands pumped slowly I said in a deep throaty voice, “Such a huge fucking cock, its soooo fucking big baby. I’ve never pumped such a big cock.”

I would then kiss my son for a few minutes then back off and resume the slow teasing walk again. The next hour turned into the most erotic scene imaginable. This play went on and on, and the more turned on my son became from watching me the more excited I became at seeing him pump that glorious mammoth cock.

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