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f?rsat aya??na geldi dedim bana
bu çok genç acaba aleti
büyükmüdür diye sordu kar?ma
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üzerine ç?km?? aletin sadece
yar?s?n? içine alm?? ç??l?klar atarak
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30 dakika sonra hareketlerinden
kar?m?nen az 3 kere bo?ald???n?
hissetmi?tim çocukta ç?t yoktu
kar?m bir kere daha bo?ald?ktan
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ben hiç sikilmedim buyarra??
nas?l al?r?m deyince kar?m ben
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sende alabilirsin deyip güldü o
güne kadarkar?m?n götünü
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hiç konu?mayan çocuk kötü bir
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10 dakika sonra yan?nda 2
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ününde aleti muhte?emdi hatta
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My Sister’s Gangbang Pt. 01

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My name is Mark. I am 22 years old and I live in a big house uptown with my two sisters. Our parents died in an accident two years ago, leaving me in charge of the family. Our uncles offered to let us move in with them, but we refused to leave our home. My sisters and I were very close even before the accident and now more than ever. I am a couple years older than Tracy and Kelly is the youngest. Both girls are very pretty and sexy. I admit that in the last few months, as I’d watched them go around the house wearing only t-shirts or nightgowns, I had wondered what they would look like naked, or how would it feel to touch their soft bodies. I never suspected that my opportunity to find out was in the very near future.

It all started when I was walking past Kelly’s room and I heard some quiet moaning coming from inside. I could easily imagine what was going on and I carefully opened the door. My little sister was lying on her bed completely naked, fondling her pussy with one hand and rubbing her tits with the other. She was unaware of my presence; completely drowned in her senses.

I stood there quietly for a while, admiring her beautiful body. Her skin looked so smooth and tender. She was thin and her breasts were rather small but they had a shape and size just right for her frame. Her ass was another thing; it was perfectly round with no tan lines. With this magnificent body, combined with her angelical face, she had nothing to envy from any magazine model. I walked out careful not to make any noise and closed the door.

Twenty minutes later her room door opened and she walked out dressed in a long t-shirt, white panties and nothing else. She walked down the stairs and joined me in the living room to watch TV. She had a look of satisfaction in her face.

“Hi!” she said.

I just smiled back at her. As I changed the channels, I stopped at FTV channel (fashion TV) and there were some teenage models posing in bikinis on a beautiful beach. They looked gorgeous, of course, but no better that my young sister, so I asked her,

“Have you ever considered becoming a model?”

“What? Me? A model?” she asked back.

“Sure! Those girls look no better than you.”

“Do you think so? That would be really cool! Travel to all those places for free!”

Then I said, “Hey, I just bought a digital camera, would you like me to take some pictures of you? Later we can load them in my computer and put them in a slideshow, so you can watch yourself posing like a model”.

“Yes! Lets do it!” she said excitedly.

“Ok. Follow me”

My sister Tracy was out for the weekend so Kelly and I had the house to ourselves. We went to my room and I pulled my camera out of its case.

“Stand near the window,” I said.

She walked in a sexy way, looking back at me. She leaned on the window, smiling at the camera and lifted her left calf a little bit. I started taking pictures. Her sensual moves and positions were turning me on.

“You look beautiful. Nice butt” I said. She felt ashamed and looked down. “Come on! If you want to become a model you have to be shameless. Make love to the camera!”

She just giggled and said, “Ok”.

“Why don’t you change your clothes? Put on something sexy.”

“What should I wear?” she asked.

“Anything you want.”

She ran to her room and after a few minutes she came back wearing a white blouse and a short skirt with black shoes.

“Now, let’s take some pictures of you on the bed” I said.

She sat on the bed and I started shooting away, “Move your hands over your body”.

“What?” she said surprised by my request.

“Move your hands like the models we just saw on TV.”

She hesitated for a second but then she started to slide her hands over her legs and arms. I kept taking pictures and let her move at her own pace. Then, she moved one hand over one of her breasts and closed her eyes.

“Yes! Like that! This is perfect!” I said loudly.

This seemed to loosen her shyness a little because then she began to caress both of her tits and looked to the camera with very sexy eyes.

“Wow! You were born for this!” I said and she gave me a big smile.

I noticed she was not wearing a bra so I said, “Undo the top buttons of your blouse.”

She did it without hesitation. She unbuttoned not just the top but all of them. Her blouse was still tucked into her skirt so her naked breasts were just barely visible as she moved from one position to the other. This was incredibly sexy and I was really horny.

“Lift your skirt a little bit,” I said.

My young sister was obviously excited too, because she lifted her skirt almost all the way to her panties. I took pictures of her perfect legs. “You have the most beautiful legs I have ever seen,” I told her.

“You mean it?” She asked.

“Sure. Let me see them with more light. Why don’t you take off your skirt?”

She hesitated for a second, but then she pulled it down to her feet and a second later, she was standing in front of me wearing just her white panties bursa escort and her open blouse.

“You are so damned beautiful. Now lay on the bed and keep moving,” I said.

She did as told and with her blouse now opened freely, her creamy white breasts became fully exposed as she shifted from one position to the other. I didn’t waste the opportunity and captured everything on the camera’s memory.

After a long while we both got tired and finished the session.

“Did you like being a model?” I asked.

“I loved it! Let’s look at the pictures!” she answered.

I downloaded all the pictures to the computer and set them up in a slide show, ready to be displayed sequentially, after hitting the enter-key. Kelly glowed with enchantment as she watched herself semi-naked on the screen.

“Ok. That’s it for today. Maybe we can do it again tomorrow”.

That night I could not stop thinking of that gorgeous young body posing only for me. One question was going through my head and I didn’t know the answer to it… Given the opportunity, would I be capable of fucking my own sister? Well, it didn’t matter anyway because the chances of that happening were very remote… weren’t they?

That night I looked at the pictures over and over and I ended up jerking off so I could catch some sleep. But I was not the only one. When I went for a glass of water and passed outside my sister’s room, I again heard moaning coming from the inside. I felt an irresistible urge to peek inside but the house was too quiet and I was afraid that she would catch me this time, so I didn’t. I listened to her moans until she finished and then continued my way to the kitchen.

The next afternoon, after Kelly arrived from school, she knocked on my door.

“Can I see the pictures again?” she asked timidly.

“Sure, come in,” I said. “I don’t have another chair but you can sit on my lap.”

“Ok,” she responded gladly.

When she sat over me, I could smell her delicious perfume and that made my dick swell noticeably. I though that maybe having her sit on my lap was not such a good idea after all, since she could easily feel me getting hard inside my pants.

I started to display the pictures at random order, pausing longer on the most revealing ones. Kelly looked at each picture and then looked at me each time with such an angelic face that I felt the urge to throw her to the bed and fuck her brains out right there.

“Mark, do you really think I’m pretty?” Kelly asked.

“You are not only pretty, you’re gorgeous,” I said.

Kelly smiled and gave me a big kiss on the cheek while she put her arms around my neck. Then she rested her head on my shoulder and I took the chance to put my hand on her thigh. Then, with her head still resting on my shoulder she asked,

“Mark, what’s a gangbang?”

I was taken by surprise by her question and I only responded, “Why do you want to know that?”

“Well, when I asked my friend Laura if she was still a virgin, she told me that she wasn’t and that she had even participated in a gangbang with her boyfriend and other guys. I had no idea what Laura was talking about so I changed the subject,” Kelly responded.

“Well,” I said, “a gangbang is when a girl has sex with several guys at the same time”

“What? Do you mean one right after the other?” she asked.

“No, I mean at the same time,” I responded.

“But, how do you do that?” she asked.

“I have some pictures of a gangbang if you want to watch how it’s done,” I said.

“Yes! Show me!” she said agitatedly.

I searched for the porn pictures I had stored in the computer and opened the first one. It was a picture of a beautiful teenager, with black hair and blue eyes, sitting fully dressed on a sofa with five guys sitting and standing around her, also fully clothed.

“First answer me something. Have you seen a naked man before?” I asked Kelly.

“Of course. I’ve seen pictures in some dirty magazines that my friends brought to school”.

“Ok. Be ready then, because you are going to see really hot pictures now.”

Kelly nibbled her lower lip and nodded, turning her face to the screen.

I started displaying the pictures. The first ones showed the teen sucking the guys’ dicks while being fuck by one guy at a time. Kelly had her eyes wide open and glued to the screen. Meanwhile, I inadvertently moved my hand over her slim thighs and squeezed them softly. She moved her hand on top of mine as a sign of approval.

When I displayed a picture of one guy penetrating the teen’s anus, Kelly gasped.

“Is… is he… entering her ass?” Kelly asked truly amazed.

“Yes, a lot of girls like to be fucked in the ass,” I responded.

“Wooow,” was all she said.

The next pictures showed two guys fucking the girl in her ass and pussy at the same time while she sucked another one. By now, Kelly was breathing deeper than normal and was moving very uneasily on my lap. She was squeezing my hand as I caressed her upper leg. I moved slightly closer to her pussy.

Then, I displayed bursa escort bayan a picture of one guy shooting his load in the teen’s open mouth. Kelly gasped again. The following pictures showed the girl getting her face and mouth filled with cum and Kelly was practically hypnotized by the show.

I moved my hand a bit more until I reached her panties and touched her pussy with the back of my fingers. Kelly unconsciously closed her legs, trapping my hand between them. She moaned as she buried her head in my shoulder and I started to rub her gently over the silky material of her underwear. Her breathing became heavy and started to pant as she opened her legs allowing me to caress her pussy. I could feel her slit and pouting cunt lips getting wet from my touch. In less than a minute, she clamped my hand again within her thighs and squeezed me hard as she started to cum. Her body contorted on my lap for a few seconds. Her eyes half open, only the white visible. When it was over, it took her a few seconds to regain control of herself. Then she looked a little ashamed at me and said,

“Mmmmh, this is the first time this has happened to me. I mean… with a man”, she said, “I’ve only come before when I used my own fingers… and it is not the same.”

“Did you like it?” I asked.

“It’s the best feeling I’ve ever felt,” she responded.

“Let’s take some more pictures”, I suggested. “We’ll continue where we finished yesterday.”

“Yes!” she screamed happily.

“Take off your skirt and open your blouse.” I said. She did as told and soon enough she was again posing half naked before me.

“Open your blouse for the camera” I commanded.

She hesitated for a second but then she showed her beautiful bared breasts as she moved around the room and posed over the bed. A few minutes later she pulled off her blouse completely and laughed like a little girl that just had misbehaved.

“Ok, let’s lose those panties”, I suggested.

This time she objected and said “No, not my panties. I feel too embarrassed to do that…”

“Come on, honey. Do it or we will never do this again!”

She thought about it for a moment and with one swift move, she pulled her panties down to the floor.

“Great, lay on the bed and show me what you’ve got”.

I shot flashes like crazy, getting close ups of her bubble butt and her pink cunt.

“Now we are being really naughty,” Kelly said while she looked at the camera with a grin.

I dropped the camera aside and moved closer to her. She just stayed there looking at me, with her legs partly opened. I grabbed her legs by her knees and started to slide my hand up along calves and thighs. She gasped softly. I touched her pussy lips with my finger, which made her buck her hips and gasp again. Then, I slid my finger the length of her slit until I reached her tiny hole and pressed delicately, penetrating just to the first knuckle. She moaned hard and threw her head back. I pulled back and the pushed in again. As I started to finger fuck her, she lifted her head and torso, resting on her elbows and looked directly into my eyes. Her hips were now moving in sync with my finger and increasing the pace slowly. Soon after, she got a glazed look in her eyes and started cumming again, harder than the previous time. She plunged back on the bed as her climax took control of her body. She shivered and convulsed with the powerful waves of passion traveling up and down her spine. Then, it slowly faded away.

“Now its my turn,” I said as I stood up near the bed and took my cock out of my pants.

As Kelly came back from heaven, she sat on the bed in front of me and just stayed there marvelling, staring at my huge hard-on.

“Give me your hand,” I said.

I took her hand, made her grab my shaft and then showed her how to wank me off. She began to masturbate me, never taking her eyes off my phallus.

“Why don’t you kiss it?” I said as I moved forward, closer to her face.

Kelly looked up at me with her angel eyes and then looked back at my shaft.

“Come on. Kiss it!” I said again.

She leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss at the tip, retreating her head immediately.

“Again!” I said.

She leaned and kissed me again. This time she stayed a little bit longer with her lips resting on my dick.

“Now lick it,” I said. She pulled out her tongue and licked my cock in the most seductive way I have ever seen.

After a few slight touches with her tongue, I said, “Open your mouth and put it in”.

After a short pause and a gentle push from me on the back of her head, my cock slipped between her lips while she moaned with pleasure. Her mouth felt so warm.

“Now suck it deeper,” I said as I pulled her head harder towards me.

She looked up at me with pure joy in her eyes and that made me almost shoot my load right there.

Suddenly, she pulled my dick out and asked, “Are we going to do it like the pictures?”

“What?” I said.

“Are you going to spray it in my mouth?” She asked.

“Do you want me to?” I responded. escort bursa

“Yes! Do it”

That said, I pushed my dick back in her mouth and started fucking her face. At times, I pushed so hard that the head of my cock slammed in the back of her throat but it didn’t seem to bother her at all, which really surprised me since most girls gag even if they are used to giving blowjobs. Kelly was a natural.

I kept fucking her face hard. Her saliva was drooling to the floor and loud squishy sounds filled the room. Then, I felt the familiar tickle in my balls and I said, “Get ready, baby… I’m cumming…open your mouth…”

I pulled my cock out and aimed my first shot right to the center of her open mouth. This caught Kelly by surprise, which closed it for a moment but she opened wide again just in time to receive the second shot. Some sperm landed on her upper lip and on her right cheek. Then I put my cock back inside as I released the rest of my load. Kelly closed her lips tightly around my shaft, moaning, her eyes wide open looking at my belly. Her tongue gently caressed the underside of my cock while I discharged the last drops in her warm cavity.

I stayed in her mouth almost a minute after I finished cuming and Kelly kept sucking hard on me, like she was trying to milk out more of the gooey sperm. Finally I pushed her away softly and she looked up at me with ‘I love you’ eyes. I noticed that my entire load of cum was still churning inside her mouth and I told her to spit it out on her hand. She did and some of it dribbled down her chin and onto her chest. She looked up at me again, not sure of what to do. I told her to go to the bathroom and clean up.

When she came back, she threw her arms around me and held me tight, “I love you!” she just said.

After that night I set my mind on a mission; I was going to fuck both my sisters, no matter the consequences or how long it took.

Chapter two

The next day, I came back from work and everything was oddly quiet. Usually there was sound coming from the TV or the stereo. I saw the light turned on in my room and went upstairs to see what was going on. I stopped at the door and looked at Kelly sitting in front of my computer and Tracy was kneeling on the carpeted floor just beside her. They were looking attentively at the monitor and even though I couldn’t see what they were watching, I had a good idea of what it was. The computer is on the opposite wall from the door so they didn’t see me nor hear me when I walked in and stood right behind them.

“Look at the size of that dick!” Tracy said, “I don’t think I could ever fit that thing inside me!”

“That girl seems to be enjoying it very much,” Kelly responded without taking her eyes off the screen.

“Hi girls!” I said noisily.

“Ahhhh!” Kelly screamed.

“Shit!! Idiot! You scared me!” Tracy said as she jumped on her feet.

“What are you watching?” I asked mockingly.

Tracy looked at the screen and immediately blushed. Kelly just looked back at me and gave me a wicked smile.

“We were… Kelly…” Tracy said nervously.

“Relax,” I said, “If you want to see porn, look at the good stuff. Move over,” I said to Kelly as I pushed her gently off the chair.

She stood up while I sat down and then she sat back on my lap. She was just wearing a t-shirt that barely reached her legs. Tracy looked at Kelly for a second with a startled expression on her face but quickly looked back at the screen as I grabbed the mouse and played a movie that I had stored on the hard-drive.

The movie started with one beautiful girl taking off her clothes like a stripper and then two already naked guys joined her on the scene. The girl began deepthroating their dicks in turns. She really could take several inches down her throat. My sisters were hypnotized watching the screen and Tracy knelt back on the carpet. I turned up the volume on the speakers to make it more impressive for them. After a few minutes, the actors were banging the woman as hard as they could. I moved my arm around Kelly’s waist and rested my hand in her lap, very close to her pussy. Tracy didn’t notice this. But I did notice that Tracy was already breathing deeper than normal. More minutes passed and Kelly was slowly rubbing her legs together.

Kelly grabbed my hand and placed it on her pussy. I started to caress her cunt lips through her panties. She jerked and gasped at the feeling of my finger caressing her clit. This time, Tracy did notice my actions on Kelly. She watched, eyes wide open, as I slid my finger up and down Kelly’s tiny panties. Kelly had her eyes closed and her head tilted toward me. I pretended I was watching the movie. Tracy was speechless, unable to decide what to say or what to do.

More minutes passed. Tracy was still frozen in her place watching my hand work on Kelly. My younger sister was now panting openly and when I sensed that she was about to cum, I stopped. I wanted her to be as horny as possible for my next move. I lifted Kelly from my lap and made her kneel on the floor right next to Tracy. I quickly unzipped my pants and pulled out my already hard cock. I was not as big as the guys on the movie but my size was nothing to complain about. As soon as my dick popped out in front of Kelly, she jumped forward and engulfed it in her mouth. Tracy gasped in shock and said,

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My Birthday

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Yesterday was my birthday. Not my eighteenth birthday as in so many Literotica stories, turn it around and that’s more like it. I was eighty-one yesterday.

When Elsie died six years ago, I just couldn’t abide living alone in the big, empty family home, so I sold it and moved to the cottage. She was just two years younger than me, and she went before her time, but that is life, I guess.

We have always lived in what they call Cottage Country, so it was no big deal winterize the cottage and decide what I wanted there for my retirement home.

I moved things like furniture and other stuff around a bit to have what I wanted, and get rid of the rest. Some things were given to family members, some were sold, and some even ended up in the dump.

The cottage is situated on a low hill overlooking the lake about a hundred yards away. I have a dock there and a twelve foot aluminum boat I use for fishing.

The cottage was sure a wonderful place to be, so many fun filled family week ends with the kids and then the grand kids. Great times when family or friends would come up from the cities down south to go fishing, or just relax for a few days. It was a great place to get away from the rat race, but that was in the past, nowadays, it’s almost too quiet.

I’m not complaining, I’m comfortable here. I have all that anyone needs, and I have my memories to keep me company. Lots of really good memories too!

I was always into books and I have a library that contains more books than I will ever read in this lifetime. I have satellite TV to keep me abreast of what is going on in the world, and I have my car, snug in the garage that I built with my own hands a few years back, ready to carry me anywhere I might want to go.

Travel doesn’t interest me much, and I mostly keep to myself because the family is always so busy when I go to visit them. Oh, they tell me that they are glad to see me, and go out of their way to make me feel welcome, but they are all a part of the rat race that governs our lives, and their time is not their own.

It was late fall, the leaves were mostly all gone, and an early dusting of snow left a couple of inches of the white stuff on the ground.

Most of the family had headed down south, two carloads of them off to Panama City in Florida to enjoy some sun and surf. It looked like I would be alone for my birthday, but really, that was no big deal. After you have had as many birthdays as I have, celebrating them is no big deal.

This year my birthday falls on a Sunday, and I thought that I would drive out to the highway for a meal at the gas station. They have a pretty good restaurant there, and a meal there would let me celebrate my birthday with some of my memories.

Imagine my surprise when mid morning on Saturday my granddaughter Karen’s little red truck pulls in the yard.

She graduated from high school a couple of years ago, and her family bought her the truck for a graduation present, but more likely in recognition that she would need some wheels to attend university.

It was a cute little truck, candy apple red, with a tonneau cover over the short box. It had a stick shift and there were two bucket seats in it. Karen had it tricked out in all the do-dads that young people seem to need on their vehicles.

Karen’s mom told me that they bought the truck for her because she liked trucks, and because they hoped that she would get in less trouble with a truck that only had two seats in it. She said that too often a bunch of rowdy back seat kids were the cause of accidents.

It was chilly out there, and before I could pull on a jacket to go welcome her, Karen had lifted up the metal tonneau cover, and extracted a plastic laundry basket from the box. I was able bursa evi olan escort to make it to the door to open it for her when she got to the cottage.

I opened the door and stood aside as Karen breezed into the place with a cheerful, “Hi Gramps.” I hate it when anybody calls me Gramps, or Pops, but I never have the heart to tell her that.

We go back a long way! Karen was always the one that spent time with her grandfather, whether it was at our home or here at the cottage. We had lots of good times together before she grew up into that “young lady” that had other interests and not much time for grandpa.

Karen told me that she was always short of cash, and she decided to come out and houseclean my place in lieu of a birthday gift. She also told me that she had brought some groceries with her from home.

First thing that Karen does is to make a lunch from the stuff that I have on hand.

After lunch, she puts the dirty dishes in the sink with the breakfast dishes, and starts stripping my bed, getting ready to do some laundry.

Karen goes through the house like a good dose of salts, grabbing everything she can find to wash, and then she starts vacuuming the rugs, taking the mats out to beat the dust out of them, and that sort of thing.

When the laundry is done, then it’s the same thing all over again, but this time it’s in reverse, putting things back, and making my bed up with clean bed clothes.

Then she turns her attention to the refrigerator, and that is a revelation. Despite her twenty years in this life, it would appear that Karen knows what best for me, better than my eighty some years of experience with myself.

It just doesn’t matter what I say, if she thinks that some food is too old, no good, or whatever, it’s gone into the garbage, and that’s that, no argument. Thankfully she brought most things needed to replace what she has thrown out.

Karen’s work is not finished by supper time, but she gets a meal on the table a couple of hours later, and we sit down to a good meal, served perfectly. She even brought a little bouquet of artificial flowers for a centerpiece on the table, and for the first time in a long while, the table has a tablecloth on it.

Just watching Karen work has worn me out, and after watching the National News that comes on at nine, I tell her that it’s off to be for me.

Karen told me that it was too early for her to turn in, and she would see if she could find a good movie on the TV before going to bed. She came into my arms, gave me a nice kiss, telling me to sleep tight and don’t let the bugs bite, a joke from the time we had together when she was a child.

Somewhere along about three in the morning, my full bladder warned me that a catastrophe was imminent unless something was done quickly to avert it.

I rose from my bed, went to the bathroom and did what had to be done, and returned to my bed, still more than half asleep.

I was surprised to see Karen, naked, sound asleep in my bed, but I was too sleepy for it to completely register in my mind.

I went back to sleep and slept like a log, better than I have in a long time.

When I woke up, I was lying on my side with my legs drawn up, and Karen was sleeping beside me, her ass spooned up to me, naked as a jay bird.

I didn’t know what to make of this, wondering what to do next, and to tell the truth, I was a little embarrassed.

I need not have worried, Karen wakened a couple of minutes later, and when she became aware that I was awake, she wiggled her ass around, trying to snuggle it up even closer to me, if that was possible.

Not knowing what to do in this situation, I grabbed her like I used to do, wrestled her altıparmak escort around a bit and pretended to bite her neck where it meets her shoulder. “You better be careful young lady, or I’ll eat you,” I said.

“Would you do that for me?” Karen asked.

“I would do anything for you Karen,” I replied and let her go.

She bounced out of bed, making no effort to cover her nakedness, wishing me a Happy Birthday, and informing that the birthday boy was to get his breakfast in bed this morning.

Karen pulled on a flowered house coat and bounced off to the kitchen to make our breakfast, after asking me what I wanted.

To tell the truth, I would have preferred to eat in the kitchen, and sit at the table talking to her while she prepared breakfast, especially if she would take the house coat off!

However, it was her show, and I let her play it out, but in the meantime I had to get up to go to the bathroom for a leak. That taken care of, I felt a lot better and went back to bed to await developments.

When she brought my breakfast to me on a tray, there was a big blue pill on the tray, and she insisted that I take the pill right away while she was watching. After I took the pill, I started eating the breakfast she had prepared while she sat on the edge of the bed, and balancing her tray on her knees, ate her breakfast.

Karen wasn’t the least bit concerned about keeping the front of her house coat closed, and in a way it would be ridiculous to worry about it now after the way she was prancing around in the nude earlier.

I got some good looks at her saucy little tits, her belly button and the fine hair that covered her pubic mound. I did get a couple of accidental glances at her cunt, and I would have liked to have a better look, but that was not to be.

She took the trays to the kitchen when we were finished, and after cleaning them up, she came back in my bed room, took the house coat off, and sat on the side of the bed naked.

All the while, Karen is carrying on a conversation with me in a bantering way, not the slightest bit self conscious about her nudity. The joking around started taking on a sexy tone, at times getting almost raunchy, and as she was moving around the room, I got to see me all of her treasures.

Gradually Karen was coming on to me, rubbing my chest with her hand, rubbing her tits on my chest when she kissed me on the lips.

It wasn’t long until she crawled back in bed with me, and began to rub my belly with her hand. Then her hand went a little lower, and she started to play with my pubic hair with her fingers.

I could feel my cock starting to stand up, and it felt good, no doubt helped along by that minx Karen who was getting bolder with everything that she did to me. Now she was rubbing her cunt on my knee, and I could tell that it was wet. That helped too!

Rubbing her cunt on my leg put her perky little tits on a level with my belly and I could feel the firm little nipples rubbing against me there. Her belly was rubbing my pecker and it was making it harder than it had been in twenty years.

Finally, Karen took my cock in her hand and squeezed it, then stroking it three or four strokes. At that point Karen moved around until was within inches of my cock, looking it all over, sliding the foreskin back, squeezing a little pre cum from it and finally lightly kissing the head of it.

Now I was desperately wanting to get my cock into some hole, preferably a woman’s cunt. It seemed that Karen sensed my desperation, took my cock in her mouth, and plunged until my cock reached the back of her throat. A few strokes later, she pulled away, and positioned her cunt so that it was right in front of my face.

Earlier, gemlik escort I was trying to get a peek at Karen’s cunt, but there it was, inches from eyes, and I was seeing the most intimate details of her darling little pussy.

“Eat me Grandpa, you said you would,” Karen told me, a little plaintively.

I had never heard that term before, and there was no way I was going to become a cannibal, no matter what. “You want me to suck your cunt?” I asked tentatively.

“Yeah, just do it!” she replied, kind of breathlessly.

I got my hands under her ass and held her cunt to me. Getting my nose right in it, I could smell her woman scent, not strong, but unmistakable. I got my tongue going and did whatever she seemed to like the most, until she climaxed.

When she came, she rolled off of me, and lying on her back, she pulled me on top of her. She guided my pole into her fuck hole, and after savoring the feel for a minute or so, I began to work with her. The feeling was incredible, something I never expected to feel again.

Little Miss Karen was bouncing her ass all over the bed and was whimpering with her lust. She was telling me to fuck her, to fuck her hard, and when she came she made an even greater effort to get me off.

I wanted to come and I was really trying, but I just could not make it. After fucking her for quite a long time, I gave up, I couldn’t get off.

Lying on my side after resting for fifteen minutes or so, I pulled her ass to me, and slid my cock in her cunt. There was no doubt that I could get further into her in this position, and it felt good. I didn’t have to worry about keeping my weight off of her or anything else, all I had to concentrate on was my pecker sliding in and out of her cunt.

Even so, I had the added attraction of rubbing her taut little belly, feeling her cunt or playing with her lovely little tits, all attractions worthy of one’s undivided attention.

A bonus of this position was my ability to stroke faster. I have never heard fucking rated in strokes per minute, or inches per some measure of time, but if you measured it in pleasure, it was the greatest for me.

The faster I went, the faster I wanted to go. The deeper I went, the deeper I wanted to go, both of which turned Karen on a little more. Before long, I could feel tingling in my scrotum, the signal of an approaching orgasm. It took quite a while to reach my orgasm, but there was no doubt in my mind that I was coming this time.

And come I did. I had the most exquisite orgasm in all of my years! It was something else, something I will never forget.

Karen was really wound up, and I had to put my hand on her ass to stop her because she was starting to hurt me. I couldn’t just leave her up there, so I finger fucked her till she had a couple of shattering orgasms, and it was her turn to beg me to stop.

I cuddled her to me after that until I fell asleep. The first thing I knew, Karen was waking me for lunch, fully dressed and looking like she just got out of the shower.

We had a pleasant lunch, never mentioning our little encounter once, but gabbing about everything else. We talked about her university studies, in her second year now, and she complained that it was tough. There was a lot of work that had to be done, and the work was not easy either.

After lunch Karen cleaned up, washed the dishes, then packed up her cleaning supplies in the laundry basked, put her ski jacket on and prepared to leave.

I thanked her profusely for what I called the nicest gift I ever got for my birthday, and cleaning up the place too.

I held the door open for her as she left carrying the laundry basket to her truck. It was snowing lightly now, and her boots left tracks in the snow. I watched as her little ass winked at me as she walked across the yard. She put the laundry basket in the back of the truck and as she turned to get in the truck, she yelled over her shoulder, “Love ya Gramps,” got in the truck and was gone.

I wonder? Maybe next year, who knows!

The end.

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My Sister Sam

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My baby sister is a whore. Since she lost her virginity, during her senior year of high school, the bitch has been cock crazy and cum drunk. Dick is all she thinks about and I don’t mean some wimpy, six inch wannabe. Nope, she likes the big ones, the bigger the better and the more the merrier. Black, white or even extraterrestrial, if it’s got a prick she’ll fuck it and beg for more.

Hell, I’ve even seen her do five guys at once, mewing like a kitten for cream as they pumped their thick splooge all over her young face and tits. It was the first time I pimped her out like a whore and she loved it. Now, I sell her hot, fucking body to anyone with the cash, friends, family, strangers, it doesn’t matter to her as long as they’re hung like stallions.

My friends say she has the sweetest lips they’ve ever had wrapped around their dick meat but I already knew that because I’m the one who made her into a slut. That’s right, I’m the one who first popped her cherry and taught her the fine art of how to milk a cock, the one who took her from innocent schoolgirl to cum sucking whore. It was the best Christmas of my life.

I was home from college, for the holidays, after a nasty split with my current girlfriend over the directions we would take after graduation in the Spring. Things had been going badly for some time as she was not much into sex and I, your typical male, was all about it. She complained that I was too large so even when we did do it, it usually wasn’t much fun. Right before Christmas break she lowered the boom and told me it was over. Horny and rejected, I went home to lick my wounds.

I arrived late that night, my family having, long since, retired for the evening. Creeping up the stairs so as not to disturb them, I passed by my sister’s room and noticed light falling through the cracked door. Silently, I peered inside.

Sam was standing at a vanity brushing her hair. I had not seen my baby sister in nearly eight months and what I saw now could have been another woman altogether. Gone was the pudgy little tom girl who used to follow me around the neighborhood and pester me to no end. Gone, as well, were orhangazi escort the awkward arms and legs that did not seem to match her frame and the ratty hair, tucked beneath a faded ball cap. The jerky locomotion of youth had been replaced by the fluid grace of womanhood and the gentle glow of her skin seemed to mask a smoldering, new sensuality.

I was astounded by her transformation from childlike innocence to worldly sophistication. My little baby sister had become a woman and a drop dead beautiful one at that. The exotic curve of her breast, dangling like teardrops from her petite build aroused me and I somehow knew that I would not be satisfied until I had her for my own. Unfortunately, I did not realize at that time that I would stop at nothing to have my way.

“Wow, what happened to my baby sister?” I said as I entered the room. She turned from the mirror and shrieked when she saw me, “Hi big brother!”

“You’re all grown up.”

“Do you like?” She replied, running her hands down her tight, gorgeous body and looking at her reflection. “Built for sin,” I said. “I wish.” She pouted at the mirror, “all the guys at school are such boys!” I couldn’t stand it anymore.

Quietly, I walked up behind her and folded her into my arms. She melted like butter in my embrace and sighed, softly. “I’m glad you’re home.” She smelled like an angel and the touch of her long, silky hair on my face fueled my abandon. I took the plunge, cupping one of her tender, young breast in my hand. “Mack!” She broke from my grasp and whirled around. “Have you lost your mind?” She feigned dismay but I could also detect a faint hint of curiosity in her frown.

“I’m sorry. Didn’t that feel good?” I inquired as innocently as possible. She softened and pushed me playfully in the chest. “You’re my brother, silly. We can’t be doing that…it’s not right.” I pressed on. “But you did like it?”

“You surprised me…that’s all,” she said, turning back to the mirror. I was losing control, my desire, an untamed animal screaming for the release that only her tender, soft body could provide.

I touched nilüfer escort her again. Her nipples were erect, pressing expectantly against the white silk of her nightgown. “I want you…now,” I cooed in her ear, pressing my cock into the warm flesh of her beautiful ass. She did not pull away. “You should stop,” she whispered. Her breathing was heavy, labored, her skin flushed. I slid my hand into her panties and found the soft, silky ringlets of public hair covering her mound. I wanted her, my baby sister, and at that moment: I would have done anything to have her. “It’s wrong,” she said as I took her by the arm and pulled her toward the bed. When she resisted, I finally snapped, backhanding her across the mouth. She fell to the floor and a faint trickle of blood appeared on the corner of her lip. “You son of a bitch!” She spat, “get your fucking hands off me!” I ripped her nightgown from her shoulders and her plump, round tits fell free. My cock was about to explode. “Don’t be a prick tease…you know you want it,” I replied, unfastening my pants and pulling out my huge prick.

I saw the look of fear in her eyes. “No Mack, don’t,” she pleaded as she crawled toward the door. I walked up behind her and grabbed a handful of her glistening hair, pulling her soft, warm lips to my raging hard on. “Suck it you cunt!” I slapped the bulbous head on her face again and again while tears streamed from her eyes. “I’m your sister!” She screamed. I could not stop. She turned her head and I jerked back on her hair again. “Stick out your tongue.”

Reluctantly, she opened her mouth and I shoved the massive head of my dick down her throat. I watched the entire length of my shaft disappear and nearly came. The soft, moist suction of her lips milking the splooge from my pulsating meat drove me into a frenzy and I fucked her face like she was a whore, pumping my cock violently in her mouth. I grabbed her tits and mauled them in my hands, twisting the nipples until she squealed in delight.

It was then that I noticed her hand between her legs, rapidly rubbing her clit. It looked like she was about to cum herself. Delighted, türbanlı escort I pulled my meat from her mouth. “You like sucking brother’s meat?” She cupped my balls in her hand and flickered her tongue around the helmeted head of my prick. “Give it to me,” she begged. “You want to be brother’s whore?” I said while I buried my cock to my balls in her mouth and left it there. She moaned in pleasure and drug the tips of her fingernails across my nuts.

I was ready to explode on her face as she took my meat in her hands and pumped the head in and out of her hot, fucking mouth. Her fat tits were bobbling back and forth while she stroked my prick and begged me to cum. “Feed me,” she mewed and I felt the splooge rise from my balls. “Oh my God…you fucking whore…eat my dick!” I cried as my cock erupted and thick, sticky streams of sperm splattered her face and tits.

Each spasm shot out another hot load of cum and she lapped it up eagerly with her wet, hungry mouth. I had never shot that much nor had an orgasm that felt so good and I didn’t want it to end. My balls were drained yet she milked me for more, stroking, pumping and sucking my limp meat for the last drops of gooey sperm. And, when suddenly a violent shudder racked her body, I knew that she had cum too and I smiled. It had been too easy.

“Your boyfriend must love when you do that,” I remarked as I rubbed my soft cock across her hard nipples and slipped a finger into her dripping snatch. “You’re the first big brother,” she moaned as her body yielded to my touch and my cock began to rise. “What…” I was stunned. “Surprised?” She asked, while she climbed onto the bed and lay down, spreading her legs in erotic invitation. “But…how did you learn to…”

“Porn flicks,” she laughed, “I like to watch porno’s. Now come here and give me that monster meat.”

That marked the beginning of Sam’s induction into the cult of cock worship, the first bold steps from schoolgirl to slut, sister to whore. I fucked her like a dog, like some stray bitch I’d found wandering the streets. She did whatever I commanded, whatever I desired. Nothing was too perverse, too kinky, for her insatiable need. The more I demanded, the more she gave, her exploits, legendary.

Our home became a temple of debauchery and lust, drawing all who entered into the turbulent vortex of hedonistic pleasure and unencumbered passion. And I, the whore master, directed the show.

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My Big Boob Mommy Ch. 1

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Warning : ADULTS ONLY! IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY EROTIC SEX BETWEEN FAMILY MEMBERS PLEASE STOP READING THE FOLLOWING STORY. YOU ARE WARNED HEREOF!

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(This is the first part of a series of stories whose main theme is big boobs and tit fucking. All the stories involve atleast one character whose main source of lust is big boobs. The series is about a mother, her sister, her daughter and her two stud sons. All the characters are fascinated by big boobs and the lustful tit fucking. So dear reader, your interest differs from this, please look elsewhere!)

“Lick your tits you fucking bitch!. Suck and lick your huge fucking boobs” said my aunt Donna to my mommy who has been making good use of her huge 40dd tits by lapping her huge tits with her pink toungue as much as possible.

My mom is a horny bitch who has been enjoying this incest fun for the past four years with her sister Donna, me and her two stud sons Paul and Dave. My aunt has a very sexy and huge fleshy fat ass which has become the major source of our lust in the recent times. And her huge boobs are the main playthings of all members of our family. She has been training mommy in the art of titfucking for the past few days and mommy has become a submissive student of my aunt Donna.

“Ooooo Mommy! I am getting very hot watching you licking your huge tits!. Oh momma! You know I love to watch you playing with your huge fucking boobs. You promised me that you would do whatever I liked. Please momma! bursa yabancı escort Your daughter wants to watch you doing so many nasty things with your fucking tits. Oh momma! Your fucking boobs are driving mecrazy. Please do all the things to your tits which you promised you would do! Will you do it for me, momma?”

” Ohhh Baby! You know I would love to do anything that would make you happy, honey! Today aunt Donna is with me only to make you fully happy. You know her better than I know. She is expert in the art of titfondling and titlicking. We promise you we will put on a great show for you honey!” Said my momma winking at me. Aunt Donna is now looking at me licking her lower lips with the tip of her pink toungue and she is wiggling her ass to show that she is naughty enough to do whatever I want with my horny momma.

“You do not worry honey! Your momma and me are going to to give a show which you have never seen in any porn movies. We are going to use our huge fucking boobies to make you extremly hot and horny. We will fuck each others’ tits finally with big dildos and you can watch all this in the climax or if you wish you can fuck your slut momma’s huge tits for yourself. Your mommy likes titty fucking. She gets very wild when somebody, be it a man or a woman fucks her huge tits. Don’t you, Julie?. You titlicking slut! I am going to shove my huge tits and and their long nipples in your ass and pussy today and fuck them till bursa sınırsız escort you cum hard on them!Your ass hole is very big honey!I think it can take a quarter of my huge boob inside it and Oooooo!, Just thinking of my tit and its nipple inside your fleshy ass and fucking it with my tit is making me horny, honey!. Let’s do it honey! Let’s show your daughter how I am going to fuck your sexy ass with my big boobs and long nipples!” Said my aunt Donna looking at me with her lust filled eyes.

Oh my god! My aunt is really going to use her big fucking boobies on mommy and sure, I am going to see a full tit orgy scenes today. My pussy is becoming wet at the thought of watching my mommy on all fours and showing her fat ass to me while aunt is behind her huge ass plaing nasty games with mommy’s ass! Wow!This is sure like two horny bitches with huge tits doing the nastiest!.

“Oooo Donna! You really are going to fuck my fat ass with your tits? Honey!Oh my god! It has been long since I felt your long nipple and tit flesh in my big ass!Oh! This is a goint to be huge turn on for my horny daughter, honey!. Please fuck my fat asswithyour huge tits, you fucking slut!. I will lick your ass and fuck your tits with my huge dildo in return!”said my slut mommy.

My mommy has become very horny and she now held her left tit with her hands and squeezed it with fll force. The tit being very heavy and big has bulged out and its nipple has become görükle escort stiff and erect like a small nail, which looked like a small cock protruding out her tit flesh. Aunt Donna, looking atwhat my big boob horny mommy is doing got so hot that she moved her hands on her huge naked tits and started pulling on her nipples. I am getting very hot by looking at these horny bitches, my mom and aunt.

“Look at my tits, you horny fucking bitch!Look at your mom’ huge fucking boobs!You wanted to watch me licking my own tits?YOU fucking slut!Come near and help your momma!Oh god!My ass and pussy are burning with desire, Julie!Do something to my tits. Make me cum hard and showmy daughter how nasty we get while doing this tit orgy!” Said my horny momma out of lust.

She wiggled her fat ass while uttering all these nasty words and i immediately ran to her and stood before her. Oh my sweet pussy! Her huge fucking boobs stoodlike two huge water melons on her chest and one of her tit nipples looked really

Blood red in color. She held her left tit with her left hand and moved his right hand to the tit and pulled its nipple out. Oh my fat fucking mommy!The nipple along with the tip of the tit flesh strecthed out atleast by an inch.

“Look at this nipple, you bitch!Look at your mommy’s long stiff nipple. Now i am going to lick this fucking nipple with my long and fat toungue till you ask me to stop licking. And then i will suck my own nipple by shoving my tit flesh as much as i can

Into my mouth till you cum hard in your pussy. Donna, please come behind me and hold my huge tits with your hands and squeeze them. Come on you fucking bitch, come and hold your sister’s big fucking tits and push them together till they swell to my mouth. “said my big tit mommy.

To Be Continued…

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My Badly Kept Secret

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It’s taken me awhile to get up the nerve to tell anyone outside of my immediate family about all of this. But I’m here now, the keyboard waits expectantly, and I feel the need to tell you my story.

I suppose that it started for me about the time our son Bobby first started dating girls on a regular and serious basis. He was 18 then, a late starter. Right from his birth I’d kept track of his gradual physical development, as all mothers do in our need to know that our children are growing up in a normal and healthy manner. Once Bobby got past puberty, I was reassured each time he passed another of the usual milestones that mark a boy’s journey toward manhood – his growing interest in girls and in the mysteries of sex, his increasingly frequent and vigorous masturbation (the telltale signs in the laundry hamper are unmistakable), and his attempts to appear a lot more sophisticated and worldly-wise than he really was.

Something new and different was happening in my life at this same time, and it was more than a little disturbing. It wasn’t Bobby’s behavior that was amiss. It was mine. As I witnessed the clear signs of Bobby’s maturing masculinity, my reactions to those signs were not at all what my rational mind told me they should be.

It’s important for you to know that I’ve always had a rich and vivid imagination. Erotic fantasy has always played a significant role in my sexual behavior and satisfaction. I doubt that any woman has more deliciously filthy masturbation fantasies than I do. A certain Hollywood hunk, who shall remain nameless here, fucks me at least once a week without him even knowing about it. But I know it. I can feel him in me.

And here’s how my erotic imagination is significant in my story: At some point my handsome and physically appealing son began popping up, uninvited and unexpected, in my erotic fantasies.

His first appearances were innocuous enough. They usually occurred when I tried to imagine what mischief Bobby might be up to on his dates with those cute young girl friends of his. That was fun for me, and I got very good at building sexy plotlines along those lines, but that was only the beginning. Soon I was imagining myself as one of those teen temptresses, and I’d imagine what mischief I’d like to get into with Bobby on our imaginary dates, as both of us explored our emerging youthful sexuality. This was a whole lot better. It was hotter. I had a nagging suspicion that a loving mother probably shouldn’t be having these kinds of nasty secret thoughts, but I was having far too much fun to let that worry me.

My fantasies went a lot further, and quickly. Here are two examples: In a favorite fantasy of mine, the one where a group of young studs take turns gangbanging me, Bobby would now be one of my fuckers – and the only one who made me cum despite my efforts not to reveal my enjoyment of the outrage. In another fantasy, this time the one where my husband Sam and I pick up a married couple at a party and lure them into a swap-and-share romp, the other man would, just at the moment he first brought me to a shattering orgasm, assume Bobby’s lewdly grinning face. This was becoming truly weird.

I had to start trimming my fingernails more closely. My pussy was getting sore.

Here I was, already into my forties, and I found myself feeling sexual desire for a boy who had just turned 19. Not just any boy, mind you. My boy. My only child. My Bobby.

I felt that I was failing as a mother. I felt that I was failing as a wife. If I was in any way a religious person I would have considered my secret urges sinful. I felt like a criminal. I felt ashamed. I felt dirty. I felt abnormal. I wondered if I might be suffering from some mental disorder or deficiency. And through it all I felt a naughty excitement that I knew I wasn’t supposed to feel.

In some ways I felt very much as I had when I was a teen myself and first experiencing the powerful urges of sex. Back then I’d happily experiment with kissing and touching and other sexy games, arousing both my boyfriends and myself in ways that I knew were naughty. In fact, the naughtier the better. That naughtiness was at the very heart of my enjoyment of it all, and now I was feeling naughtier than I’d ever felt before. And more alive. It was scaring me.

I knew it was all just fantasy, but it shocked me nonetheless. A year earlier I would not have believed that anything in fantasy had the power to shock me. Still, I thought I had the matter more or less under control, and my secret and confused emotions weren’t hurting anyone but me.

Bobby had seen his parents flirt teasingly with each other for years. Sam and I used our flirting skills on each other a lot, both for fun and as a way for us to keep our relationship fresh and alive. When Bobby was a child, that sort of banter could be crudely sexual in nature, as Bobby didn’t understand any of the sexy words. I suppose he could tell that it was a fun sort of adult game, but beyond that he understood bursa escort bayan none of it. As he grew up, the sexual references in our games had to become more euphemistic, richer in innuendo and double-entendre, which made them even more fun for us. And probably even more mysterious to Bobby.

But now Bobby was learning how to flirt effectively himself, and he was beginning to hone his flirting skills on me. I knew that real seduction wasn’t on Bobby’s mind – he respected me and my commitment to his father too much for that – but it was fun for him and he could see that I wasn’t offended by it. I was careful not to encourage him, but women my age can’t help but be pleased to find themselves the object of a young man’s flirtations.

What he couldn’t know was that his actions were tearing me apart inside. They were making it increasingly difficult for me to keep my bizarre fantasies separate from the realities of my life. Bobby’s adorably awkward attempts to tease me were having a far more powerful effect on me than he could possibly have imagined. He was seducing me without even knowing that he had the power to do such a thing.

My husband Sam actually seemed to enjoy watching our son practicing his craft on me. I assumed that Sam was just showing his pride in Bobby’s steady progress toward a robust manhood. I believed that I was successfully concealing from everyone my eagerness to respond to to my son’s words and amateurish touches. I was wrong about that. Sam noticed it.

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It was very late one night, some time later, that Sam chose to bring the subject up with me. His timing, as always, was perfect. He and I were cuddling in the delicious warm afterglow of an especially good lovemaking session. Our hands moved in idle caresses over each other’s gradually relaxing bodies, but then two of Sam’s fingers slyly slipped between my pussy lips and began to fingerfuck me, gently but steadily. This caught me by surprise, because it wasn’t usual for him to restart things after both of us had clearly had our current needs fully satisfied. His lips nibbled at my nearer earlobe, and then he whispered to me in that slow and sleepy voice that is such a lovely part of such moments.

“You want to fuck Bobby, don’t you babe,” he said, in a matter-of-fact and non-accusing way.

My entire body tensed so suddenly that I didn’t have to answer the question directly. Sam knew that he’d struck a nerve in my psyche.

Sam whispered on. “It’s OK, babe. Lots of mothers have those urges.”

I remained silent. It was hardly a defence, but it was all that I had to work with.

“And he’d fuck you in a moment if you ever gave him the chance,” he went on.

“What?” I gasped in shock. “What makes you think that?” I asked, seriously wanting to know and aware that I was dangerously close to formally validating Sam’s assessment of the situation.

“Lots of horny teen boys have jerk-off daydreams about their moms,” he said. “I sure had lots of hot ones about mine.”

“You never told me that before,” I said, honestly shocked by his confession.

“I never got into my mother’s panties,” he said. “So I figure it didn’t count.”

Ignoring the madness of male logic, I asked him why he’d brought up this whole weird subject at this time.

“Because I can see how bothered you are by the way he’s been teasing you. You obviously want him to want you, hon. You might feel a whole lot better if you just gave in to your natural lust, fucked the hell out of him, and got it over with.”

“That’s the craziest thing you’ve ever said to me”, I said, trying hard to believe my own words. My pussy tingled at the idea, all on its own. Sam’s fingers were no longer doing their thing inside me, and I was already starting to miss them.

“Bobby will feel better once his virginity is no longer an issue for him,” Sam said. “Look, sweetheart, I won’t bring this up again. It’s up to you and Bobby. You can do it or not, but I think it would be good for both of you.”

There was a long silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence. It was thinking time, which I badly needed just then.

“Wait a minute!” I said, still trying to make sense of this strange conversation. “Why is this so important to you? What’s in it for you?”

“I’d like to watch,” he said, and then he turned away from me and was asleep in less than a minute.

I was awake for at least the next two hours. For a lot of that time my fingers were continuing to do what my husband’s fingers had been doing down there between my legs. I wished that they were Bobby’s fingers. And then I wished that they were Bobby’s cock.

* * * * *

I felt wonderfully liberated in the days that followed my pillowtalk chat with Sam. No matter what might or might not happen between Bobby and me, I knew now that neither my marriage nor my son were going to be destroyed by it. And I wasn’t crazy!

When Bobby was at home, I dressed to görükle escort tease him. I retrieved various articles of clothing from cartons stored in the back of closets, where they’d gone when I thought they were a bit too snug or a bit too revealing to be tasteful on a woman of my age. Around the house I started to wear seductive underwear, and stockings, and shoes with greater-than-mid-height heels. I didn’t have to wait for some special occasion to justify their use now, because now every day was a special occasion for me. I wanted every part of my mature figure to be very much on display, and if Bobby caught a glimpse of a lacy bra cup or panty hem or garter strap as I moved about the house, so much the better.

I even began to pose for Bobby. I found excuses to bend over to pick things up off the floor, or to reach for things on very high or very low cupboard shelves. I knew that at such moments an already short skirt would slip up even higher on my thighs, or the seat of tight pants would stretch itself even more snugly over the swells of my buttocks. Bobby would openly stare in speechless wonder, so Sam would have to speak for him, saying something like, “Great legs, babe! How about showing us another inch or so of them!” or “Damn! Those pants look about to pop wide open and spill your pantied ass right out in full view … not that either of us would mind!”

Bobby seemed a bit stunned by it all, as if his fantasies were coming true in ways that he’d never expected they would. He may have been stunned, but he knew a good thing when he saw it. His flirtations became bolder, and they now met with open acceptance and returns of the sexy play from me. Sometimes he would glance nervously at his father, worried that Sam might have noticed his behavior and my reaction to it, but Sam was always either ignoring us completely or enjoying our little games as much as we were.

Sam had long been in the habit of giving my ass a playful slap when it was within reach and clad in some curves-revealing garment. It was a carefully choreographed routine. The slap would bring a squeal of feigned surprise and a glare of annoyance at Sam from me. Every time. That was my part in the game. Sam would then give Bobby a man-to-man wink of shared macho mischief. Bobby, even as a young boy, had found this little performance endlessly amusing and would laugh aloud at it. Every time.

Now Bobby felt bold enough to take Sam’s role in the game. He would slap my butt and then remove his hand from my bottom, slowly, just as he’d so often seen his father do. After my obligatory squeal, I would glare at Sam (for teaching our boy such naughty behavior), but I would give Bobby a quick smile or a quick cheek kiss for his much-appreciated attention.

I always made sure that my heels gave my ass the best possible motion as I moved about the house, as if inviting more of those naughty slaps. Sometimes, after having had my ass slapped, I’d rub my hands over the seat of my skirt or pants as I walked from the room, for added effect.

The normal motherly hugs and kisses that I shared with Bobby now took on an added degree of sensuality. Our hugs were now more intense, our usual cheek kisses were now sometimes squarely-on-the-lips kisses, and I gave him some hints about tongue use in kissing which I told him his girlfriends would appreciate. I told him that practicing these new skills was necessary for him, and I didn’t have to tell him how much I enjoyed his practice sessions with me. All of our physical expressions of affection, however routine and mundane they’d been in the past, now lasted longer and became distinctly more meaningful.

I’d known for some time that Bobby had some porn magazines hidden up on the high shelf in his bedroom closet. In the past I’d always carefully avoided touching his secret cache, saving him the embarrassment of knowing that it had been discovered. But now I would occasionally take down a magazine, open it to a particularly sexy picture, and leave a stick-on note on it saying something like, “I like this one myself!” Sometimes I’d leave a pair of my previously worn panties in the bathroom, as if by mistake, knowing that he would ‘borrow’ them for use as a masturbation aid. The laundry hamper would hold the evidence until I wanted to see it (and smell it) for myself.

Bobby was getting steadily better at playing the games with me. He’d walk from his bedroom to the kitchen for a late snack, bare-chested or in just his college logo’d T-shirt above his boxers or jockey shorts, knowing that I’d probably catch a glimpse of him somewhere along the way. He would leave his door open just a crack when he masturbated, knowing that I could get a peek at him if I passed by at just the right moment.

One of his girlfriends insisted that he learn how to ‘slow dance’, and I offered to teach him a simple foxtrot, the first ballroom step I’d learned as a girl. We spent a few hours practicing together, over the next two bursa escort bayan weeks, and soon we were able to dance close together with little risk of stepping on one another’s toes. We quickly abandoned the sedate ‘dance class’ position and opted for the more sensuous one favored by romancing couples: His arms around my waist, my arms around his neck, our faces nearly touching as if about to kiss. And kiss we did, at the end of each song we danced to. And sometimes during the songs, too.

Sex with Sam was, if this is possible, even better than it usually was. In the heat of our shared passion I’d call him Bobby, which fueled my fantasies, and he’d call me Mom, which fueled his. I don’t know if Bobby ever heard us do that but, beyond making sure that our bedroom door was firmly closed, we took no special precautions to prevent our being overheard.

* * * * *

And then, one day, I just knew that the time was right for Bobby and me. I still have no idea what made me so sure about it. I suppose I’d simply crossed some invisible emotional line, without even being aware that the line had been there all along. I told Sam that I felt ready to take the ultimate step in the gradual mutual seduction that Bobby and I had been engaged in for some time. I felt that Bobby was ready too.

“This may be your last chance to speak up and stop me if you want to,” I said. “You know that I would never do anything to hurt you.”

“Are you kidding?” he laughed. “I wanted this to happen before you even thought about it! But I really would like to watch you two at it, even if I have to hide in a closet or something to do it.”

“I want you to watch us,” I said. “I want you to know everything that happens between Bobby and me. It will be my way of letting you share the experience with us.”

“Maybe someday I’ll really be there with you two, and Bobby and I can take turns fucking you until you beg for mercy.”

“Sam! You are so awful!” I gasped. “Which is why I love you so much,” I added, kissing him wetly and grinding my pudendum over the noticeable bulge which his cock, even in its relaxed state, made in his pants.

Sam and I tried to think of a pre-planned situation where Bobby and I might reasonably be moved to have sex, one where the situation would appear to be totally spontaneous. Together we devised what seemed to be a workable plan, one which would enable Sam to be a voyeur at our son’s first fuck, and we picked a date in the following week that worked for my personal cycle.

I felt the same giddy anticipation I’d felt in the days leading up to my high school Senior Prom, and later in the days leading up to my Wedding Day. Just as I did before both of those occasions, I hoped that I had the courage to carry off my part in them with grace and aplomb.

On both of those occasions I’d also hoped that at least one good orgasm would be part of the coming Big Night. Of those two occasions, only my Wedding Night delivered in that regard, but ultimately this was a good thing. In the months that followed my Senior Prom, I was glad that I hadn’t wasted my virginity on the immature nerd that I discovered my date for that night truly was.

Considering the wonderful orgasms I’d been enjoying in Sam’s arms when he was pretending to be Bobby, I thought the odds of our son bringing me to those same heights of pleasure were pretty good. And I planned to milk every drop of cum out of my son that his balls could produce on our first night together, no matter how long it took me to drain him very dry. That thought made me very wet.

* * * * *

The appointed day came. In the morning, still in my bathrobe, I made a big show of kissing Sam goodbye at our front door. He was ostensibly off for a two-day business trip, but of course he had no intention of missing the events of the coming evening. I had no idea how he planned to spend his day, but I knew he’d be around the house somewhere soon after nighttime fell. His goodbyes to Bobby, shouted over his shoulder as he walked out to the car, included telling our son to look after me in his absence and to not give me a hard time about anything. We both waved to him as he drove away. One of Bobby’s hands had come to rest gently on the uppermost swell of my buttocks, even before Sam’s car had left the driveway. I removed it gently, but not before he got the message that I didn’t really mind it being there.

A half hour later I said, “It’s going to be just you and me for a couple of days, Bobby,” as I kissed him goodbye and sent him off to his morning classes. He couldn’t resist a chance to practice his tongue-kissing techniques with me, and I couldn’t resist returning his kiss wetly. By the time the kiss ended my pulse and breathing rates were significantly elevated, but I managed to say, “You’re getting very good at this, darling. Keep up the good work!”

The day passed, albeit at a rate that seemed impossibly slow, but eventually the day was winding down pretty much as it usually did when Sam was not going to be home for dinner. Bobby had attended to his class assignments after he got home from school, dinner for the two of us was over, the kitchen cleanup chores had been completed, and Bobby and I were sitting on the Family Room sofa watching a classic old movie on television.

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Mrs. Gordon’s Bridge Club Ch. 04

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Jean Gordon was stretched out in a lounge chair beside her outdoor swimming pool sipping her morning coffee. She enjoyed this part of her day, a quiet time to contemplate both past and future. The chair was positioned under the patio roof that extended from the back of her house out to the pool. The rays of the morning sun were low enough in the sky to beam under the roof to warm her topless body. She was pretty much protected from prying eyes, but she could not care less about being seen.

She had been a little down these past few weeks. What had been a full and fun life for the past year or so was about to change. She had been enjoying regular sex provided by a young college student and pizza delivery boy who was about to graduate and leave town, unlikely to ever return.

She would still have her afternoon ladies meetings to enjoy, but even they would be affected by Jim’s departure. What had started out as an afternoon Bridge Club hosted weekly by Jean had evolved into a group of ladies relating intimate erotic stories and watching porn videos. They had eventually all taken turns screwing Jean’s pizza boy and his departure would remove some of the luster of their afternoon of bridge.

Jim was to graduate this coming weekend. He had a busy few days ahead of him so they had selected this night for their last time together. Jean was not certain how she would deal with his departure from her life, but right now was thinking only of the pleasure to come later that day.

Thoughts of sex with her young lover were filtering into her mind when her cell phone buzzed. She removed her fingers from one of her nipples and settled back with a “Hello, Jean here,” expecting to hear from one of her bridge club friends.

A vaguely familiar voice responded, “Hi Jean, this is Emily Martin. Glad to catch you, I was not real certain that this was your number.”

Jean responded, “Emily, my God, a name from my distant past. How are you? We haven’t talked in years. Are you in town?”

Emily said, “Yes, I have just arrived and will be around for a few more days. I thought we might meet and chat if you have the time. You know, relive old times and bring each other up to speed on our lives.”

Jean said, “Oh so glad you did call. Can you come over to my house right now? I have a few hours to spare and it would be much nicer to meet beside my pool. Where are you? I can pick you up.”

Emily responded, “Love to come over, but you stay put and I will catch a cab. What’s your address?”

The two ladies had been roommates and close friends many years before while attending the local college. Jean had married locally and Emily had left town for work before she in turn had married. They had remained in contact via Christmas cards for the most part, with the occasional phone call on special occasions. It had been a long time since they had chatted and even longer since they had met. Jean was a little surprised that Emily had made the effort to meet her again.

Theirs had been a typical young woman friendship demonstrating the old adage that opposites attract. Jean had been the outgoing extrovert, and Emily the introvert, calm and restrained. They had double dated on many occasions, usually instigated and arranged by Jean. They had spent one wild Florida spring break week in a rented condo with two boyfriends that had included drunken partner swapping.

Jean stood in the doorway as she watched Emily pay off the cab and turn towards her. She was still gorgeous and still carried that shy and slightly standoffish look that Jean had admired and envied. Jean may have been the driving force in their relationship but she had always been aware that Emily marched to her own drummer. Today she wore a lace blouse and flared pleated skirt that swirled as she walked set off by high heels enhancing already shapely legs.

They embraced tentatively, twenty-five years was a long break in any relationship and it would take them a few minutes to relax. Jean was still wearing her bikini but had pulled on a light swimsuit cover with the intent of returning to the outdoors for their chat. She showed Emily around the main floor of her home before guiding her to the pool where Emily pulled off her high heels and settled comfortably into a lounge chair beside Jean.

They started with updates on their lives, marriages, children, widowhood and divorce. Jean had married but lost her husband quite recently, while Emily had married and struggled through an unhappy relationship until her divorce the previous year.

The subject turned to their college days and they relived and recalled the fun and friends of those carefree times. At some point after finishing one bottle of wine, the subject turned to that wild week of sex on spring break.

Emily said, “How did we ever get ourselves into that situation? It must have been a dare of some sort, I can barely recall their names, and yet we were taking turns with these guys. I swear that I have never bursa otele gelen escort told anybody else about that week, and without this wine I could not discuss it with you.”

Jean laughed, “Well, I did tell the story to my Bridge Club partners on one occasion, but relax, I made no mention of your name. We share all of our secrets following bridge, and I left no detail out of my story. The bridge ladies were highly turned on. That week with you and those two guys remains a highlight of my erotic life.”

Jean continued, “Which brings me to your life now. I gather that you have not enjoyed much pleasure from your marriage. What happened?”

“Not much to say,” Emily murmured, uncertain about discussing her unhappy married life, “except that there was never a good part to it, he worked in construction and was away more than he was at home. He treated me poorly and I should have left him a long time ago. He was never physically abusive but belittled me in front of others and publicly blamed me for our inability to have children. The only nice part of the marriage was his family, his older brother and wife and their children. They recognized my situation and made every effort to keep me involved in their family lives.”

“Oh damn Emily,” said Jean, “you deserved much better than that, you have always been so kind to others and beautiful to look at. But I guess choosing the wrong man will do that.”

Emily asked, “How about you? Have you recovered from the loss of your hubby? After such a long time happily married it must be a jolt to live on your own.”

“It was rough the first year,” Jean said wistfully, “the house seemed so empty. But I got back at it socially, travelled a bit, tried a few lovers, and then by chance started a regular weekly bridge club. Had as many as sixteen here in the house at first, but it has tapered off for the last year to six of us.”

She opened another bottle of wine and filled their glasses.

She continued, “We have a great time with the bridge club. Started having a few drinks at the end of the game instead of tea and crumpets, giggling about life and sex. As the sex discussions expanded each week, most of the ladies dropped out, I suppose because they were not comfortable with the direction we appeared to be taking. Somebody brought a porn video on one occasion, and that became a regular agenda item. By this time we were pretty well down to a core group of sex starved women.”

Emily breathed, “Oh, how lucky can you be, I doubt that I have even met one woman who talked about their sex lives, let alone admit they like to watch someone doing it. But you always were interested Jean. In sex I mean. If it hadn’t been for you I probably would have graduated as a virgin and missed all that fun we had.”

Jean said, “It’s been a blast and only got better. I was home alone one day and ordered a pizza to be delivered by this young college guy. He looked good enough to eat. I liked the way he looked at me, you know, his thoughts were obviously about getting in my panties. He made me so damn horny. I repeated the order over several weeks, asking the pizza place to send it by the same guy. Matters became hotter with each delivery. He could barely keep his eyes off my tits and ass, and I was desperate to grab him. I swear he was hard all of the time. One day I met him at the door wrapped only in a towel.”

Emily drained her wine in one gulp, her eyes bulging, her mouth open as she gasped, “My God Jean, deliberately? What happened?”

Jean laughed, “No need to guess what happened Emily, he just tore the towel off and screwed me on the kitchen table. It was thrilling, can you imagine? And oh yes, it was deliberate on my part.

That started a regular diet of sex between us. He was insatiable, ready every time that I called him. He was a busy guy, studies, sports and working spare time. I gather that he wanted to be true to a girl back home and I was providing him all of the pussy that he wanted while away. It worked out great for both of us.”

Jean grasped the wine bottle again and filled their glasses once more. They were into the second bottle now, but what the hell.

She continued, “One day at Bridge Club, I admitted to the other ladies that I was getting regularly laid by this young stud. Long story short, they wanted some too and it turned out that young Jim was ready to provide it. Each week at the end of the bridge competition one of the ladies would go upstairs to meet him in my spare bedroom, and the rest of us would sit around giggling and laughing at the sound of the bed bouncing across the room. It usually ended up with one satisfied gal and five of us hornier than hell. It has been quite wonderful. It was beyond my dreams to think of having so much erotic fun at my age. I swear that I am enjoying sex now more than I ever have.”

A pause and then she asked, “What about you Emily? You have to tell me how you have made out for escort bayan sex, both during your marriage and since the divorce. Don’t wait for it baby, if you can find it, do it. You have the looks to get pretty well any man of any age.”

Emily said, “Well compared to you Jean, my sex life has been like the Sahara Desert, dry and desolate. The first few years of marriage were not bad, although the sex was ‘procreational’ rather than ‘recreational’. And when it did not result in pregnancy, Larry lost interest. It was pretty much that way for the rest of my marriage. The divorce was only a year ago, and I have not done much as yet. I did bed a guy who has sort of worshipped me for years, but let’s just say it did not light a fire in me. I’ve since told him that I was not ready to pursue things. Nice guy though.”

Silence ensued after Emily’s review of her sex life. But Jean sensed there was more, something that Emily wanted to relate, and said, “Come on Emily. I do remember you and sex from way back. I may have been the forward one but you really got into it once things started. I recall being screwed in one bed while you shouted directions and screamed your pleasure from the other bed. You were wild baby.”

They both laughed and Emily finally continued. “Well, yes, there is more, but it is not something that is easy to talk about.”

She sipped some more wine, girding herself to continue. “I have a nephew, he is about 22 now. He is the son of my husband’s older brother, the ones who have kept me sane over the years. I have spent a lot of my time at their family cottage, summer and winter. It is just so much more relaxing out there than in my apartment. My nephew also loved being there on the lake, and we became quite close.

He turned twenty a few years back and our pleasure in each other’s company took a sudden sexual turn. I became more provocative, showed more boob, waved my ass at him and thoroughly enjoyed his response. We started to play peek-a-boo when changing to our bathing suits, timing it for when we were alone in the cottage, stripping down so that the other would walk past an open door at just the right moment. We both made sure to wait naked until the other passed by. He was always hard and I was always bent towards him with my tits dangling. And the silly thing is that neither of us acknowledged afterward that we were doing it deliberately. “

Jean interrupted, “Hum, baby, sounds like fun. Cannot imagine a young man seeing you naked and not jumping your bones immediately. You are not going to tell me that you have never laid him are you?”

Emily, slightly embarrassed, said, “Well yes, or I mean no, I have never laid him, despite having the opportunity and recognizing how much he wanted me. I suppose because of my respect and love for his parents, more than any concern about my husband Larry, and usually being in the family cottage, I just could not spread for him. But I wanted him.”

Jean sympathized, “You must have touched, kissed or something Emily. Surely you could not just look and drool. Horny young men are not real patient for the most part. Tell me that you let him feel you at least!”

“Oh yes,” said Emily, “It was not all just look and don’t touch, we got real close on a few occasions. At our last encounter, we were in the sauna alone. There was nobody else at the cottage that day, but there was always the possibility of someone showing up. We stripped inside the sauna, sat naked beside each other. We took turns adding steam, standing and moving and sitting back down. He had an enormous erection, can still picture it a few inches from my face as he moved past me to throw water on the hot stones. I let my legs spread and reveled in him gawking at my nicely trimmed pussy.”

Jean groaned, “God baby, you are making me very horny, all that going on and you are telling me that you didn’t fuck him!”

Emily continued, “I know, crazy isn’t it, my pussy is clenching right now as I think back. He kissed and sucked my nipples; I just lay back and closed my eyes. He put his hand on my knee and I spread for him. His hand slipped up my inner thigh, I could barely wait for him to touch my pussy as he continued to suck my nipples. He whispered, ‘Feel my cock Auntie, feel it please’. God, after months of seeing it and wanting it in me, my hand was shaking. It felt huge in my hand.”

Another pause in the conversation, the only sound being heavy breathing as they sipped their wine. Emily could barely believe that she was revealing so much detail, but it was a relief to relate it to someone.

“Remember, we are in a sauna,” Emily continued, “wooden benches and steaming hot heat, not the best or most comfortable place to get it on. We kept at it, he sucking my tits and fingering my pussy, and me stroking his throbbing cock and starting to wonder what would happen next. As far as I knew, someone could have arrived during the hour or so we had been in the sauna so the option mudanya escort of going back to the cottage was not a consideration. Finally he said, ‘Let me fuck you Auntie, right here, right now, I need to get off ‘.

I couldn’t do it. I was so damn horny and just aching to feel that big hard cock inside of me, but I just couldn’t do it. I moved to my knees between his legs and said, ‘I’ll get you off Jim’. I sucked and jerked him off, a complete blowjob. I had never done Larry like that, and in fact it was probably the first full blowjob I had done since our weekend with those two guys. Remember Jean?”

But Jean was not thinking back to their joint blowjob; her mind was fixed on Emily’s exclamation of her nephew’s name, ‘Jim’. She asked, “What is Jim’s last name Emily.”

Emily looked up with a guilty look on her face and said, “It’s Paulson, why? That’s my married name.”

“Strange coincidence I guess,” murmured Jean, “My young man’s name is Jim Paulson as well. It didn’t connect because you used your maiden name Martin. Weird isn’t it. And he calls you ‘Auntie’, very formal; my Jim calls me ‘Mrs. Gordon’ even while he is screwing me. Emily, it’s the same guy isn’t it.”

Emily could not look Jean in the eye and staring fixedly out over the pool confessed, “Yes Jean. He and I share pretty much everything in our lives and while he never named you outright, in the course of our sex chats he told me about all of the action he was getting with some older women while at college. He dropped your married name in error a few times and combined with what I knew about your life, I pretty much figured it out. I became certain when he then mentioned ‘Jean’ one time during an exchange.

I am sorry for appearing underhanded but I was so very curious. I am here for his graduation on Saturday ahead of his parents who arrive tomorrow. I was hoping to meet him before they got here.”

Jean stared at her friend, shrugged a bit and said, “No problem Emily, I understand. I am not sure whether I should tell you, but I have a date with him this evening. It will be our last dance; he’s staying the night. I’m guessing that you were hoping to get alone with him weren’t you.”

Emily smiled wanly and replied, “Well yes, I had planned to give him a graduation present from his Auntie. I feel freer now, what with the divorce sort of eliminating the family connection. It will just have to wait. I am sorry that I bothered you Jean. I shouldn’t have intruded in your life.” She struggled to her feet and straightened her clothes.

Jean said, “Nonsense, I have enjoyed the intrusion. It has been a wonderful morning and afternoon reliving old times with you. As far as Jim is concerned, I love being in bed with him, but I have already shared him with my close friends, so why should I worry about you getting some of him. Why not stay and surprise him tonight? It might be a blast.”

Emily turned pale, she may have hoped for something like this to happen today, but had never dreamed the possibility might actually arise. “Oh God Jean, I can’t do that! What if he doesn’t want me? He might be angry to find me here. Oh no, can’t do it, I’d faint from embarrassment.”

But Jean was excited about another possible threesome, especially one with Emily. She said, “Come on, you know that he wants to fuck you. I have seen this nephew of yours in action, and baby he has never turned down the offer of some pussy. And he will be hard for yours I guarantee. This could be great fun. Please stay Emily. However, no holds barred, everything goes, that is how he and I enjoy sex. And, he gets excited when me and another lady get it on. Does that shock you?”

Emily sat back down, let out her breath, and said, “It does sound exciting. I had convinced myself that I would bed him tonight.” She paused and looked into Jean’s eyes, “Not sure about you and I getting it on, I have never done it with a woman, although I used to like watching you naked. Remember when we used to try on each other’s clothes and undies? I used to get really horny, but did not know what to do about it.”

Jean laughed, “Oh yes, I remember very well. I tried your panties on one time after a gym class and almost got off feeling your moisture on my pussy. But I did not try it with another woman until this past few months. I have done it twice now with Jim and another woman. It’s fun; the sensations are quite different being felt or feeling another woman. Jim loves watching and then becomes a wild animal when it is his turn with two of us.” She closed her legs tightly, caressed her breasts and said, “We have to do it Emily. It will make my last night with him very special and serve your needs as well.”

Jean’s preferred approach was to surprise Jim with his Auntie when he arrived. Emily thought they should tell him before he got there and give him a chance to decline. Jean won out and the plan was that Emily would be naked in bed when Jim first saw her.

Later that afternoon Jean waited in the kitchen for her pizza boy to arrive. She planned to relive her very first encounter with him and was once again wrapped in a towel. Although he no longer worked for the pizza place, he was to pick up a pizza for an accurate replay of the first time. She opened the back door as he knocked.

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Her şey tatlıya bağlanmıştı.Müge ve Gökhan barışmış,yüzler gülüyordu.Gökhan abi bizim eve daha ık gelip gitmeye başlamıştı.Eee artık sikeceği iki kii vardı..Geçen süre zarfında ben spora başlamış vücudum biraz şekillenmişti.Spor salonunda ki erkeklerin beni siktiğini de hayal edip mastürbasyon yapıyordum.
Ablamın doğum günü için dışarıya çıkmak için hazırlanmıştım.Kapının önünde ablama seslendim.. mügee hadi.. geç kalıcaz…Gökhan abi aşağıda arabasında bekliyordu bizi.ablam siyah bir trench kotla çıktı odasından.güzel bir makyaj yapmıştı.ellerinde kırmızı ojeler vardı.siyah parlak külotlu çorap giymişyi.yüksek topuklu bir ayakkabıda giymişti.OO güzellik dedim.gülümsedi.arabaya indiğimizde Gökhan ablamı dudaklarından öptü.kıskanmıştım ama hangisi kıskandığımı bilemedim.ben arka koltuğa oturdum.Taksim de bir bara gittik.Orda da arkadaşları vardı.ablam kontunu çıkardığında ise gerçekten şaşırmıştım.o siyah parlak çoraplar yukarı kadar çıkmış.götünün hemen altında biten bir elbise vardı.uzzun kolluydu ama sırtı beline kadar açıktı.içinde sütyen olmadığı belliydi.Gökhan abi bara girerken elini beline koydu ordan da kalçalara kadar indi.Ablam hafif bir dirsek atarak bir şeyler söyledi.eminim beni işaret etti.
Herkes eğlemişti partide.içkiler içildi daslar edilmişti.gitmemize yakın slov bir müzik çalınca balam bana yöneldi.gel kardeşim geceyi senle sonlandıralım dedi.sarıldım bu sefer.iyi doğdun ablacım dedim.canım benim diyerek sarıldı.elllerim belinde çıplak tenindeydi.tahrik olmuştum.başımı boynuna omzuna doğru koydum.kokusunu içime çekiyordum.en son fotoğraflarda çeklince evlere doğru gittik.arabayı eve uzak bir yerde durdurdu Gökhan abi.bana döndü.5 dk müsaade et kayınço dedi.indim arabadan.köşede bekliyordum.öpüştüklerini gördüm.eminim gökhanın elleri de boş durmadı.babam evde ve saat sınırlı olmasaydı sikerdi de..haklıydıda…eve çıkıp yattıktan sonra ablamın külotunu aradım.yoktu.sakladımı yoksa odasına mı koydu diye düşürken çorabının ağ kısmının sırılsıklam olduğunu farkettim.müge külot da giymemişti.güzel bir posta 31 den sonra bende uyudum.
Saat 11 gibi bir mesaj geldi Gökhan abide.Ablamla enim danstan sonra çekilmiş fotoğrafını atmış. İyi ak bakalım dedi.Bir şey var mı bu fotoda.bence gayet ormaldi.abla kardeş sarılmış poz vermişiz. Sikine bak olum dedi Gökhan abi.kazık gibi olmuş.geröçekten de öyleydi.ablanı mı arzuluyorsun dedi..kekeledim. hayır dedim. Yapma dedi anlarım ben. İstiyor musun söyle bana dedi. Evet dedim.istiyorum. merak etme dedi.sikicin seni düşünücek sen sadece enden haber bekle dedi.
İki hafta sonra yarın saat 11 gibi evin oralarda ol dedi Gökhan abi.ordaydım.armasını bekledim.yaklaşık yarım saat sonra eve çağırdı.çıktım.kapıyı çıplak açtı.eliyle sus işareti yaptı. Dudaklarına yapışmak istedim bu gün farklı dedi. Ses çıkarma sakın gir içeri.ayakkabılıkta mügenin ayakkabılarını gördüm.bu ne demeden susturdu beni.öptü duaklarımdan.. sus dedi.bu gün konuşmak yok.elimden tutup yatak odasına girdiğimde hayatımın şokunu yaşadım.
Kalın pereler çekilmiş durudaydı.dışarıdan sızan ışık odayı laşlaştırmıştı.yatakta ablam müge çırılçıplak yatıyordu.elleri birbirine bağlı,o bağda karyolaya bağlanmıştı.gözleri de sımsıkı bağlanmıştı.tüzsüz beyaz bedeni mükemmel görünüyordu.gökhan abi. İşte zamanı geldi aşkım.fantazini gerçekleştiricez. Sakın korkma dedi.kim geldi dedi ablam..hadi çok heyecanlıyım.. nefes alış verişi düzensizdi. Düzgün konuşamıyordu bile.. Gökhan abi sus işareti yaptı yeniden.elimden tutup yatağa doğru götürdü beni.
Yatağa yaklaşıp ayak uçlarından dokunmaya başladım.elimi hissedince bir ürperdi.gökhan aşkım burda mısın dedi. Evet hayatım rahat ol. Yanındayım dedi.ayak parmaklarından başlayarak parmak ucumla dokunup yukarı çıkmaya başladım.baldırları dizleri bacakları yumuşak tüysüz ve beyazdı.bacak arasına geldiğimde ksaıklarını okşadım.bacaklarını kapamıştı.kasık tüylerini okşadım.çok uzun olmayan şekilli tüy bırakmıştı kasıklarında.kokusunu aldığım yer parmak ucumdaydı.gökhan abi ablamın bacaklarını açarak amını bana sunmuştu.bir taraftanda ablamı rahatlatıyordu.amcığı pembe ve şekli çok güzeldi.iç dudakları çiçek gibi açılmıştı.ıslaktı.parmak uçlarım oraya vardığında nefes alış verişmiz sıklaşmıştı.sonra göbeğie doğru gittim.yuvarlak yavaş ve yumuşak hareketlerle okşuyordum. Memeleri dipdri ve uçları sertti.boynunu ve ensesini de okşadım.en son dudaklarını okşadım.parmağımı ağzına aldı ve emdi.ablam müge bilmediği birinin parmığını emmiş kendini ona sunuyordu.ıslanna parmağımı amına götürdüm.gökhan abi kalkmış sikiyle oynuyor ve zevk sesleri çıkarıyordu.amı sıcacıktı.tepesine dokundum.. ahhh diye inledi ablam.parmağımı yavaş yavaş içe soktuğımda ne kadar sıcak ve ıslak olduğunu gördüm.
Hadi soyun artık dedi Gökhan abi bana.tamam işareti yaptım kafamla ve bir anda çırılçıplak kaldım. Yatağa çıktım.gökhan abi sikimi tutup ablamın ağzına doğru götürdü.ağzını açmış gireceği siki bekliyordu müge.dudaklarına değdirdim.ağzına soktum.çıkardım yalattım sikimi. Taşaklarımı emdirdim. Harika yapıyordu. Evet işte böyle dedi Gökhan abi..aynı bana yaptığın gibi.. em bu siki de..elim memesindeydi diğer memesini de Gökhan abi amiyordu.müge hem inliyor hem de bana sakso çekiyordu.çok geçeden boşaldım ablamın ağzına.bir kısmını yutarken ir kısmı da dudaklarından sızdı çenesine dorğru.sikim hiç inmemişti.eğildim.dudaklarına yapıştım.ablamı dudaklarından öpüyordum ve ağzının kenarında benim spermlerim vardı.hepsini dilimle topladım ve tekrar ablamın ağzına sundum.dilimden emiyordu hepsini.ellerini serbest bırakmaya çalışıyordu ama nafile. İyi bağlanmıştı.bütün vücudunu yalaya yalaya amına kadar geldim.bacak arasına yerleştim ve ablama oral sesk yapmaya başladım.dudaklarını ısırıyor ve dil atıyordum.gökhan abi ise klitorisiyle oynuyor ve başımı ablamın amına bastırıyordu.alam çığlık çığlığa bağırıyordu.gökhan abi memelerini emdikten sonra ablamın ağzına verdi sikini.bende ablamın üztüne doğru uzandım.ablam hadi diye inliyor o inledikçe Gökhan abi sikini bir kez daha sokuyordu.ıslanan ve yanan amcığına soktu. Ohhh dedi ablam.. çok iyi.. gökhana şkım çok iyi bir yarak bulmuşsun bana..
Sikmeye başladım.gökhan baş ucundaydı.yattım ablama doğruöpüşmeye başadık.. sik eni daha sert diye inliyor o inledikçe bende daha sert olmaya çalışıyordum.nefes nefes kalmıştım.gökhan abi saçlarımdan tuttu kaldırdı beni ablamın dudaklarından.. ablam ne olduğunu anlamaya çalışıyr bir tafatanda sikin tatını çıkarıyordu.gökhan sikini ağzıma soktu.ablam görmüyor ama anlıyordu ne olduğunu. Deliye dönmüştü. Çok geçmeden kasıla kasıla boşaldı.bende dizlerimin üzerine doğruldum. Acaklarını omzuma attım.ayaklarını yalıyordum.ve sikimi bir kez daha maına soktum.bacaklarını kırarak üzerine abandım.hızlı bir şekilde gidip geldim.ve bir süre sonra alamın içene boşaldım…ablam da aynı anda gelmiş ve rahatlamıştı.gökhan abiye baktım.sikini ağzıma dayadı.oral yapmaya başladım çok geçmeden bütün sperlerini ağzıma akıttı.sperm dolu ağzımı tekrar ablama doğru uzattım. Spermleri ona akıttım.emerek ve yalayarak temizledik hepsini.
Temizlendim ve ablama görünmeden evden çıktım.akşam alam eve gedliğinde yorgunluktan ölüyordu.omuzları tutlmuştu.. masaj yapayım abla dedim. Yok öldüm bu gün uyuyucam dedi ve erkenden yattı…
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Pasif-Aleyna – Hakan ile – 2

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Pasif-Aleyna – Hakan ile – 2

Tekrardan hepinize selam. Yeni hikayemi yazmadan önce birkaç bilgi vermek istiyorum. Bu hikayeler yaşanmıştır, hiçbir şekilde yalan olma durumu söz konusu değildir. Başımdan toplam 5 defa ilişki geçti bunlarıda hikayeye dökeceğimi söylemiştim sizlere ve dökeceğimde. Bir kaç arkadaş “hep yalan söylüyor, gerçekse video çeksin o zaman” gibi laflar söylüyor. Onlara burdan sadece şunu söylemek istiyorum özel yaşanan özelde kalmalı herkeze gösterilmesi gerekli değildir. Ben size sadece yazı ile bu olayları anlatıyorum. Video şuanda düşünmüyorum ilerde aktif bir yeni sikici bulursam ki bulacağım. O zaman video çekmeyi düşünebilirim ama şuanlık çok erken. “Sen cd misin?” gibi sorularla çok sık karşılaşıyorum. Bunada cevap vermek istiyorum. CD değilim, sadece pasif bir gayım. Sex sırasında cd kadar olmasada kadın gibi giyinirim. ( Oje sürmek, tanga veya jartiyer giymek gibi ) Onlar kadar aşırı bir giyinme takıntım yok. Karşı taraf isterse giyiniyorum. Sadece fantezi olarak. Heralde biraz daha anlaşılmış oldum. Daha fazla uzatmadan kendimi bir kez daha tanıtıp hikayeme geçmek istiyorum.

Ben Aleyna. 19 yaşında 3 yıldır pasif gayım. Başımdan 5 defa cinsel ilişki geçti. Hepsinde pasiftim. Pasif olmayı seviyorum. Kendimi tanıtacak olursam. 178 cm boy, 70 kg, esmer, siyah saç, kahverengi gözlü, etine buduna dolgun dolgun kalçalı biriyim. Okuyorum. Ailemle yaşıyorum. Hikayeme geçmek istiyorum.

Hikaye yine benim eski sikicim olan Hakan’la gerçekleştirdiğimiz bir olay. Hakan’la 2. birleşmemizden sonra hiç bir araya gelemedik. Zaman mekan sıkıntısı gibi faktörler buna engel oluyordu. Hakan’ın sürekli beni sıkıştırıp kalçalarımı sıkması, bana bakarak sikiyle oynaması beni tahrik ediyor ama yer sorunu yüzünden sadece tahrik olmada kalıyorduk. Hakan birgün geldi ve karısının ve çocuklarının yarın sabah akşam dönmek üzere annesine gittiğini eve gidebileceğimizi söyledi bende ilk önce tehlikeli olacağını düşünsemde kabul ettim. Ertesi gün sabah 12 de onlarda olacaktım adresi aldım ve gittim. Kapıda beni karşıladı ve içeri aldı kahvaltımı yapıp gelmiştim. İçerde koltuğa oturdum ve Hakan yanıma geldi altında boxer kocaman büyümüş sikiyle yanıma oturdu ve ellerini belime doğru getirdi ve hoşgeldin tekrardan aşkım dedi. Hoşbulduk dedim. İçeri git sana süprizim var dedi. Odayı gösterdi. Odaya girdim ve içerde yatağın üstünde Tanga, baldıra kadar uzun çorap ve mini etek tarzı bir etek vardı hemen üstümü çıkardım ve giyindim. Hakan beni tuvalete çağırdı. Tuvalete girdiğimde hakan inanılmazsın bebeğim dedi gözleri açılmıştı. Bende teşekkür ettim. Hakan küveti suyla doldurmuş beni yanına çağırıyordu. İçine girmeden önce Hakan beni ters çevirdi ve eteği kaldırıp götümü öpmeye yalamaya başladı. Süper bir duyguydu. Bir süre sonra eteğimi arkadan çözdü ve çıkardı bende çorapları çıkarmadan direk suya girdim. Hakan boxerı çıkarmış duru su içinde siki çok güzel görünüyordu. Hemen girdim ve önüne oturdum. Sıcak suyu sırtıma sürüyor beni okşuyordu bende arkaya doğru elimi uzatıp sikini okşuyordum. Siki artık tam kıvamına gelmişti hadi canım artık başlayalım dedi ve hazırdık.

Ben hemen ters döndüm. Hakan bacaklarını küvetin 2 yanına doğru uzattı ve dışarı çıkardı belini yükseltti ve bana verdi. Bende önünde domaldım. İlk önce sikini elimle biraz sıvazladım. Sonra ağzıma aldım. Ağzıma aldığımda Hakan’ın gözleri yukarı doğru kaymış bir biçimde ohhluyordu. Hakan harikasın aşkım devam diyordu. Ben sikini yavaşça yalayıp sonra elime aldım. Ağzımla taşaklarını yalamaya ve ağzıma çekmeye başladım. Çok inanılmaz titriyordu Hakan çok zevk aldığı her halinden belliydi. Bir süre yaladıktan sonra sikini tekrardan ağzıma aldım ve yalamaya başladım. Arada boğazıma kadar sokup tekrardan çıkarıyordum. Sonrasında elimle sikini tuttum. Hem sıvazlıyor hemde kafasına sakso çekiyordum. Bir süre sonra aşkım ters dön dedi ve o pozisyonda domaldım. Hakan hemen arkama geçti ve götümü yalamaya başladı çok güzeldi gerçekten. Daha sonra baş parmağıyla kenara çekti tangamı. Kenara çeker çekmez baş parmağını götüme soktu. İleri geri yapıyordu. Aynı anda götümü yalıyordu. Daha sonra 1 parmak 3 parmağa kadar çıktı canım yanmaya başlamıştı artık. Gerçekten çok güzedi.

Artık içine girmeliyim dedi ve beni ayağa kaldırdı ve o pozisyonda domalttı. Ayağımın teki suda diğeri küvetin kenarına koymuş domalma pozisyonundaydım. Hakan sikine tükürdü ve yavaşça götüme girmeye başladı. İçime tam girdiğinde dur dedim ve öylece kaldı. Bir süre durduktan sonra yavaş hareketlerle git gel yapmaya başladı. Güzel bir tempo yakalamıştık artık. Hakan arada götüme tokat atıyor götümün kenarlarını ayırıyordu. Bir süre sonra hızlanıcam dedi ve hızlanmaya başladı. Siki kayganlığını yitirince götümün kenarlarını ayırıp sikerken tükürüyordu. O tükürükle kayganlaşan siki daha da acı hissi veriyordu bana. Artık yavaşça yorulmaya başlamıştı. Hakan aşkım ben yoruldum dedi ve geçti yere sırt üstü uzandı. Ben hemen geçtim ve sırtım suratına dönük olarak yavaşça sikine oturdum. Önümdeki lavoboyu tuttum ve yavaşça kendimi yukarı çekip aşağıya bırakıyordum. Güzel bir hızda yaklaşık 5 dk bu pozisyonda kaldık ve artık Hakan boşalacağım demişti. Ben hemen başka bir pozisyonda patla dedim. Hemen yere yattım. Hakan geldi bacaklarımı omuzlarına aldı ve yavaşça bana yüklendi ve sikini içime soktu. Bacaklarım onu bir yay gibi geri atıyordu sürekli artık patlayacaktı ve patladı. İçime akan o sıcacık sıvı beni bitirmişti bile. Süpersin dedim sende öylesin dedi ve siki ufalana kadar öylece kaldık. Daha sonra dinlenmemiz lazımdı. Suya bir süre girdik 5 dk sonra içeri onların yatak odasına geçtik.

Hakan yanımda ıslak biçimde uzanmış gözlerini kapatmıştı ıslak vücudu beni çok etkiliyordu. Hafifte kaslı olması cabası. Hazır mısın diye sordum. Yoruldum sen devam et dedi. Domaldım ve sikini ağzıma aldım. Yalamaya başladım oda ellerini deliğime getiriyor okşuyordu. Daha sonra tamamıyle önünde domaldım saksoya devam ettim. Hakan ellerini kafama uzattı ve o şekilde tuttu ağzımı sikmeye başladı. Bir süre sonra boğazıma kadar sokuyor çıkarıp tekrardan sokuyordu çok güzeldi gerçekten. Daha sonra kıç üstü oturdu sırtını yatak başlığına dayadı ben dahada geldim ve saksoya devam ettim. Hakan ellerini uzatıp kıcıma sert tokatlar atıyordu. Siki tamamen kalktıktan sonra, beni ters çevirdi ve sikini tükürükleyip içime girdi. Götüm bu sefer rahat almıştı ve git gel yapmaya başlamıştı bile. Sürekli durmadan sikiyordu. Arada sikini çıkarıyor bir anda dibine kadar sokuyordu ve bu canımı çok yakıyordu. Sikini tamamen içime soktu ve elleriyle omzumdan çekerek hızlandı canım çok yanıyordu ahh diye sesler çıkarıyordum. Hakan al seni gidi küçük fahişe diye laflaar söylüyor beni dahada azdırıyordu.

Daha sonra Hakan tekrardan sırtını dayadı ve oturdu. Bende suratım ona dönük olarak kucağına oturdum. Zıplamaya baladım. Çok güzeldi kıçıma tokat atıyor beni dahada çoık zevke getiriyordu bir kaç dk sonra kalçamı elleriyle havada tuttu ve alttan kendi git gel yapmaya başladı süperdi. Bu pozisyonu bıraktık ve sağ kolumun üstüne doğru uzandım. Hakanda aynı şekilde uzandı ve o pozisyonda içime girdi ve sikmeye devam etti. Çok hızlanmıştı artık ne yaptığını bilmiyordu sanırım çok azmış bir biçimde sadece ahh ohh diye sesler çıkarıyordu.

Bir süre sonra patlaması gerektiğini ama yorulduğunu söyledi. Bende tamam dedim ve onların odasında ufak bir iskembeye onu oturttum ve domaldım. Sikini içime aldım ve kendimi ileri geri yaparak siktiriyordum. Hakan ellerini komidine koymuş sadece bana bakarak devam et orospu devamm diyordu. Artık boşlacağını anlamıştım çünkü aşırı titriyordu. Hemen döndüm ve sikini ağzıma aldım saksoya başladım. Hakan boşalacağı zaman dön götüne attırıcam dedi. Beni domalttı. Suratımı yere doğru getirdim bir kule pozisyonu gibi birşeydi. Deliğinin üstüne boşalıcam sonra içine iticem dedi. Ohhh layarak deliğime boşaldı bir kısmı belimden sırtıma bir kısmıda apış aramdan yere damladı. Tamamıyle boşalınca sikiyle içeri doğru itti ve sanki sikiyormuş gibi hepsini içine bıraktı…

Artık ikimizdede takat kalmamıstı. Dinlendik yemek yedik ve saat 5 gibi evden çıktım.

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Güya Amıma Asla Dokundurmayacaktım! (Tuba 24., Ank

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Güya Amıma Asla Dokundurmayacaktım! (Tuba 24., Ank

Küçüklüğümden beri ilgiye ihtiyaç duyan bir kızdım ben. Kilolu oluşum, üstelik birazda çirkin oluşum yüzünden birçok zaman alay konusu oldum. Artk bu alaylar öyle bir raddeye gelmişti ki, bazen kendimi tutamaz ağlardım. Böyle bir çocukluk geçirdim, ancak ergenliğe girince durum biraz daha değişti. Artık zaten büyük olan kalçalarım, iyice şekil almış, göğüslerim gün geçtikçe büyümüş, amım tüylenmeye başlamış ve artık genç bir kadın olma yolundaydm. Bu dönemlerde tanıştım mastürbasyonla, cinsellikle. Küçük bir şehirde yaşıyordum, gerçekten tutucu olan bu şehirden kurtulmak için tek çarem, üniversite snavlarıydı. Lise boyunca, zaten benim kafam dağıtacak bir şey olmadığından, derslerine aşırı çalışan bir kız oldum. Bunun ödülü olarakta snavda iyi bir derece yaptım, Ankara’da özel bir üniversitenin iyi bir bölümünü burslu olarak kazandım.

Ailemin durumu çok iyi değildi, burs kazanmış olmam onları rahatlatmıştı. Üstelik bursun kapsamı çok genişti, yurt ve yemek ücretleri de bedavaydı. Ama Ankara gibi büyük bir şehirde nasıl yaşayacağımı bilmiyordum. Üniversite açılmadan önce, ailemle geldik, kaydımı yaptırdık ve yurda yerleştim. Bir süre sonra memleketime döndüm, sonra tekrar geldim, ve okul başladı… Okul başlayınca dikkatimi çeken şey, anormal derecede zengin ve yakışıklı erkekler oldu. Tabi bana yüz bile vermiyorlardı. Zaten çokta aranmıyordum, derslerime gidip geliyordum. Bölümümün çoğu kızdı ve hepsi taş gibiydi. Yani onların arasında sırıtıyordum fazla kilolarım yüzünden. Tanışma partileri falan oldu, ama ben ailemin yolladığı az miktarda parayla bunlara gidemiyordum.

Oda arkadaşım Sude ile oldukça yakınlaşmıştık, odayı paylaştığımız için hiç utanmadan sıkılmadan birbirimizin yanında soyunur, giyinirdik. Ben bile kız halimle Sude’nin vücuduna hayranlık duyuyordum, (unutmadan belirteyim, biseksüel duygularım var, ama hiç bir kadınla ilişkim olmadı). Haliyle Sude güzel bir kız olduğu için dikkati çekiyor, yakışıklılar hep onunla takılıyordu. Beni birkaç kez dışarıya davet etmesine rağmen, gitmemiştim. Gidip ne yapacaktım ki? Konuşkan bir kız değildim, hep içime kapanık, kendi hayal dünyasında yaşayan bir kızdım ve bu halimle kimsenin ilgisini çekemezdim. Bu ilgi çekememe olayı, bende bastırdığım duyguları fena halde dışarıya çıkarma isteği doğuruyordu. Bulduğum her frsatta, tuvalette, banyoda, hatta gece Sude’nin uyuduğu zamanlarda, hemen elim tombul amıma kayıyor, gözlerimi kapatıyor ve benim hoşuma giden erkeklerle hayaller kuruyordum. Ama ne hayaller… Olmayacak yerde, olmayacak zamanda rastgele beni domaltıp birkaç erkeğin siktiği hayali mesela. Tecavüz fantazileri… Aklınıza gelebilecek her fantazi… Belki benim farkıma varırlar diye düşünüp duruyordum, ama bu fantazilerim başıma öyle şeyler getirdi ki, artk içimde tutamayıp bu hikayeyi yazmama sebep oldu.

Oda arkadaşım Sude’nin takıldığı arkadaşlar benim hayatımı değiştirdi diyebilirim. Onlarla tanışmak hayatımın dönüm noktasıydı. Hiç unutmuyorum, bir kış günüydü. Yurttan tanıştığım arkadaşlarımla yurdun bahçesinde oturmuş, çay ve sigara içiyorduk. Sude de gece 22:00 gibi geldi yanımıza, ama yanında iki tane taş gibi oğlanla. Birinin adı Murat, diğerinin adı Berk’ti. Okadar yakışıklılardı ki, resmen dibim düşmüştü oğlanlara, ama sessiz sessiz oturuyordum, onlar muhabbeti açıyor, gülüp eğleniyorduk. Yurda giriş saati gelince, Murat Sude’yi dudağından öptü. Anlamıştım, Murat’ın yeni sevgilisi Sude’ydi. Ben de, “Çok memnun oldum!” diyerek elimi uzattım, koca elleriyle benim elimi sıktılar. Akşam Sude uyuyunca yapacağım mastürbasyon için sabırsızlanıyordum. Gece oldu, Sude kafayı vurduğu gibi uyudu, sanırım biraz alkollüydü. Ben de hemen Murat’la Berk’in beni siktiklerini hayal edip, mastürbasyonumu yaptım ve uyudum.

Birkaç gün sonra, Murat ve Berk gene yurdun kapısındalardı, Sude’nin haberi yoktu, biz de dersten dönmüştük. Murat Sude’yi görünce, “Aşkım!” diye sarıldı, Berk te benim elimi sıktı. Bizi dışarıya davet ediyorlardı. Ben her ne kadar gitmek istemesem de, Sude çok ısrar etti. “Tamam!” dedim. Arabalarına doğru yürüyorduk, Lüx bir Cip’e bindik. Arabayı Murat kullanıyordu, Berk’le ben arkada, Sude de önde Murat’ın yanındaydı. Günün geri kalanını onlarla geçirdik. Ayrıca ogün hayatımda ilk defa bira içtim, ama tadını beğenmedim. Ama muhabbet güzel gidiyordu, ben Berk’ten inanılmaz etkilenmiştim. O da benimle muhabbet kurmaya çalışıyordu. Böyle yakışıklı ve zengin bir erkeği etkilemiş olmam düşüncesi bile beni coşturuyordu. Neyse, o akşam yurt giriş saatine 15 dakika kala, bizi bıraktılar yurda. Ben de kapıda telefon mumaramı Berk’e verdim.

Odamıza çıktık, o gece hemen uyudum, içtiğim biradan halen kafam dönüyordu. Ertesi gün Berk’ten gelen ‘Günaydın!’ mesajıyla uyandım. Sude’den utanıyordum nedense. Sude’ye çaktırmadan, bütün gün Berk’le mesajlaştım. Haftasonu için de sözleştik, daha haftanın başıydı ve biz sürekli mesajlaşıyorduk. Böyle bir adamın benden etkilenmiş olması, beni müthiş bir şekilde onurlandırıyordu. Haftasonu geldi, Berk son model bir spor arabayla beni aldı. Bütün gün güzelce gezdik, eğlendik, Cafede oturduk, bana hediye aldı falan. Gittikçe aşık oluyordum Berk’e. Berk te benimle ilgileniyordu. Ama Sude’ye bu konu hakkında hiçbir şey söylemiyordum.

Gene bir akşam Berk beni yurda bıraktı. Yurdun önünde arabada konuşuyorduk ve ilk kez beni dudağımdan bir erkek öptü. Çok küçük bir öpücüktü, ama tadı damağımda kalmıştı. Aslında inanılmaz azmıştım, ama ona azgınlığımı çaktırmamak için nefsime hakim oldum ve arabadan indim. Tabii direk yatağa girdim, o gece o öpücüğü hayal ederek mastürbasyon yaptım. Artık cinsel dürtülerim tavan yapmış durumdaydı, günde bir kez yaptığım mastürbasyon sayısı 3-4 olmuştu. Bunun da getirdiği bir yorgunluk vardı tabi. Ama mastürbasyon hayallerimin tek erkeği artık Berk idi.

Ve o gün… O günü hatırladıkça, halen amımda bir karıncalanma olur. Berk’le mesajlaşmalarımız artık sekse dönüşmüştü. Berk’in, (Şu anda üzerinde ne var?) mesajları yavaş yavaş, (Amın kıllı mı? Şu anda nereni okşuyorsun? Yarağım kazık gibi oldu, seni düşünerek 31 çekiyorum!) şeklini almış, resmen sanal seks yapar olmuştuk. Neyse, o gün Berk beni yurttan aldı. Üstümde ne olduğunu bile hatırlıyorum. Tabi ogün onunla sikişmek falan aklımın ucundan geçmediği için gayet normal giyinmiştim. Siyah bir gömlek, içimde siyah sütyen, kot pantolon ve slip siyah külot. Yurtta kişisel bakım zordu, dilediğimiz zaman am kıllarımızı alamıyor, ağda yapamıyorduk. Onun için amım kelimenin tam anlamıyla orman gibiydi, bacaklarımda da tüyler duruyordu. Kısacası hiç sexy değildim. Akşama kadar yine gezdik eğlendik. Sonra Berk, “Aşkım, daha yurda giriş saatine epey bir vakit var, bana gidelim mi? Film seyrederiz! Hem ev arkadaşlarımla da tanışmış olursun?” dedi. Ona öyle bir güven duyuyordum ki, “Olur sevgilim!” dedim.

Evine gittik, bir apartman dairesiydi. Girdik içeri. Ev arkadaşları Buğra ve Can’la tanıştırdı beni. Onlar da en az Berk kadar yakışıklıydı. Önce yemek yedik hep beraber. Dışardan kebap söylemişlerdi ve aylardr kebap yemiyordum. Yemeklerimizi yedikten sonra kanepeye geçtik. Buğra içeriden 8-10 tane bira getirdi. Ben biranın tadını sevmediğimi ve içmeyeceğimi söyleyince, gitti bir şişe de Votka getirdi. Votkalı biranın tadının daha güzel olduğunu söyleyip, biramın içine Votka karıştırıp verdi. Ve film izlemeye başladık. Filmi izlerken biramı yudumluyordum. Bir, iki, üç derken artık gözlerim kaymaya başlamıştı. Alkole hiç alışık olmadığım için hemen zom olmuştum. Berk benim bu halimi görünce, “Tubacığım, istersen odama geçelim, dinlenirsin?” dedi. Ben de, “Tamam!” dedim, Berk’in odasına geçtik.

Oldukça büyük bir yatak vardı. Ben yatağa oturdum, o da yanıma. Biraz başım ağrıyordu, Berk uzanmamı teklif edince uzandım yatağa. Berk de yanıma yattı. Berk’i deli gibi arzuluyordum, ama vücudumun bu halinden utanıyordum. Kapı açıktı. Kapıyı kapatmasını istediğimde, Berk kalktı, kapıyı kapatıp tekrar yanıma geldi ve yavaşça dudaklarını dudaklarıma değdirdi ve beni öpmeye başladı. Ben de karşılık veriyordum. Vücudumu ateş basmış, sanki bedenim benden ayrılmıştı. Her yerim alev içindeydi. Berk artık üzerimdeydi ve dudaklarını dudaklarımla iyice kenetlemiş, dili ağzımın içindeydi. Elleri de vücudumda geziniyordu, hoyratça gömleğimin üzerinden tombul memelerimi okşamaya başlamıştı. O okşadıkça ben deliriyor, daha fazlasını istiyordum. Berk gömleğimin düğmelerini açmaya başlayınca, “Dur!” dedim, ama içimden devam istiyordum. “Ne oldu birtanem?” dedi. “Aşkım içeride arkadaşların var, ne yaptığımızı anlamayacaklar mı?” dedim. “Aşkım sakin ol, hiçbir şey anlamazlar! Hem zaten onlar da kızarkadaşlarını eve getiriyorlar. Sen kendini bana bırak, merak etme sana zarar vermeyeceğim!” deyip beni sakinleştirdi. Ben de bıraktım kendimi. Ama emindim ki arkadaşları seviştiğimizi anlayacaklardı. Ama umrumda mıydı şu anda? Yıllardr hayalini kurduğum şeyi yapmak üzereydim. Sarhoş da olsam, halen bilincim yerindeydi ve ne olursa olsun, asla amıma dokundurmayacaktım!

Berk yavaşça gömleğimin düğmelerini açtı. Sütyenimin üzerinden memelerimi yoğurmaya başladı. “Offf, şunlara bak, ömrümde böyle memeler görmedim, ne yerim ben bunları aşkım, mükemmel bir kızsın!” deyip memelerimin üstünü emmeye başladı. Zevkten deliriyordum, çıldırıyordum artık. Ben de oluruna bıraktım, artık ellerim Berk’in kafasını memelerimle dahada bütünleşmesi için bastırıyordum. Yavaşça bir mememi dışarı çıkardı. Memelerimin halkaları çok geniştir, uçları da kabardığında fındık büyüklüğünde olur. “Offf, şuna bak ya, naslıda kabarmış, nasıl azmış benim aşkım!” deyip meme ucunu yalamaya başladı. Ben de, “Ohh, yala aşkımmm!” diye inliyordum. O yaladıkça kendimden geçiyor, içimdeki kaltağı zaptedemiyordum. Artık iki memem de sütyenden çıkmış, Berk onları sömürmekteydi…

Elini amıma attığında, ben tekrar, “Dur!” dedim. “Noldu?” deyince, “Aşkım bakireyim!” dedim. “Merak etme, bekaretine dokunmam, sadece amınla oynamak istiyorum sevgilim!” dedi. Ama ben gene de, “Olmaz!” diyordum. “Aşkım utanma!” dediğinde, ben, “Aşkım, hazırlamadım, yani, hoş değil şu anda kukum…” dedim. “Kıllı mı?” diye sordu. “Oldukça kıllı aşkım, bilseydim traşlardım…” deyince, “Ben kıllı am severim zaten aşkım, rahat ol!” deyip pantolonumun düğmelerini açmaya başladı. Pantolonumu indirdiğinde, ıslanmış külodum karşısındaydı. “Sulanmış ha?” deyip güldü, yavaşça külodumun üstünden amımla oynamaya başladı. Artık kendime hakim olamıyor, inliyordum.

– Nasıl aşkım? Zevkli mi? Ha? Hiç okşandın mı daha önce?
– Hayır aşkım, ilk kez okşanıyorummm!
– Ohhh, daha önce hiç yaladılar mı bunu?
– Aşkım ilkimsin…
– Benim olacakmısın şimdi sevgilim?
– Aşkım bakireyim!
– Olsun birtanem, istersen götünden girerim sana…
– Aşkım çok acıyormuş!
– Ben acıtmam, alıştıracağım onu. Sen sadece bana bırak kendini…
– Peki aşkım, ama nolur acıtma! Delirtiyorsun beni ve yanlış birşeyler yapmak istemiyorum!
– Sen de beni orospum, sen de beni delirtiyorsun!
– Ne? Aşkım, orospu dedin bana!
– Evet orospusun, ama sadece benim orospumsun!
– Aşkım deme öyle yaa!

Ama öyle dedikçe ben daha da azıyordum.

– Fahişesin sen! Baksana sürtüğüm, nasılda sulanmış amın! Yarak istiyorsun!
– Aşkım, deme öyle nolur…
– Sikilmek istiyormusun aşkım? Sikeyim mi seni? Ha?
– İstiyorum aşkım!
– Ne yapsın erkeğin seni?
– Siksin beni!
– Daha yüksek sesle söyle!
– Sikkk beniii!
– Ohhhh…

Benim sadece külotum vardı üzerimde, Berk halen soyunmamıştı. Berk külodumu yavaşça dizlerime indirince, hemen elimle amımı kapattım. Kıllar fışkırıyordu elimin kenarlarından. Berk elimi tuttu, yavaşça kenara çekti. Sonra okşamaya devam etti kıllı amımı… Artık sıvılarım Berk’in elini ıslatıyordu. Berk biryandan da kalkmış yarağını okşuyordu pantolonunun üstünden. Yavaşça pantolonunu çıkardı. Ardından boxerini de indirince, ömrümde ilk kez yarak gördüm. Kocaman kıllı taşakları ile, kocaman bir yarak bana bakarak okşanıyordu ve bu beni delirtiyordu.

– Eline almak ister misin aşkım?
– Aşkım hiç almadım…
– Olsun birtanem, daha önce hiç okşanmamıştın da!
– Evet, ama…

Ve Berk’in kocaman yarağı elimdeydi. Acemice okşuyordum. O da benim amımı okşuyordu. Zevkten delirmiş gibiydim. Berk elimdeki yarağını yavaşça çekti. Okkalı bir salya akıttı yarağına ve okşamamı söyledi. Böylece yarak elimde daha çok kayıyordu…

İçimde şimdi onu yalama isteği vardı. Eğildim, yavaşça yarağının başını öptüm. “Ooo, sakso mu çekmek istiyorsun?” diyerek elini başıma koyup bastırdı. Yarağıyla burun burunaydım. Yavaşça ağzıma alınca, Berk bir, “Ohhh!” çekti. Yarağını dilimin üstünde kaydırıyor, aşkımı mutlu etmenin verdiği hissle dahada istekleniyordum. Berk beni kaldırdı, kendi oturdu, duvara sırtını vererek. Ben de yanında uzandım. Ben yarağını yalarken, şimdi Berk te götümün yanaklarını okşuyordu. Berk te benim gibi inliyordu, nefes nefeseydi. Ben de daha istekli, daha arzulu yalıyor, sikinin her noktasını dilliyor, onu zevkten uçuruyordum. Berk’in eli artık götümün yanakları arasındaydı, götümün deliğinde parmaklarını hissediyordum…

Yavaşça yana doğru kaykıldı, ben halen ona sakso çekiyordum. “Sevgilim, ver o güzel götü bana. Offf! Şu darlığa bak… Domal aşkımmm!” deyince, hemen domaldım önünde. Berk arkama geçmiş, koca götümün yanaklarını hamur gibi yoğuruyordu. Ben de alttan amımı okşuyordum. Götümün yanaklarını araladı ve deliğim karşısındaydı. Dilini göt deliğime değdirince irkildim. “Sakin ol!” dedi. Ama ben korkuyordum, yani sonuçta göt bu, malum… Acaba istemsiz birşey olur mu diye, korkuyla sıktıkça sıkıyordum götümü. O ise dilini götümün her yerinde gezdiriyordu. Ve o dil götümü yalayıp, yavaşça amıma doğru iniyordu. Sağıma baktığımda aynayı fark ettim, Berk dizlerinin üstünde çökmüş, benim deliklerimi yalıyordu.

“Aşkım, götün de, amın da delirtti beni. Off şu görüntüye bak! Amın harika görünüyor. Hele göt deliğin… Offf, dayanamıyorum artık!” deyip komodini açtı. Bir krem çıkardı. Önce götümün deliğine sürdü, iyice yedirdi kremi. “Aç aşkım götünü!” deyince, iki elimle ayırdım götümün yanaklarını. “Sakın sıkma kendini, alıştıracağım! Canın biraz acıyacak, ama alacağın zevki düşün!” deyince, “Tamam!” dedim. Şimdi sağ elinin işaret parmağı büzüğümde geziyordu. Parmağı götümün içine doğru girmeye başlayınca bağırmaya başladım. Acıyordu! Parmak bu kadar acıtıyorsa, yarak nasıl acıtırdı? Parmağını tamamen götüme sokunca bekledi. Ben kısık bir sesle, “Berrkkk!” diye inliyordum. “Hişt, geçti, tamam aşkım, alışacak!” deyip beni sakinleştiriyordu. Parmağını götüme biraz sokup çıkardı, sonra diğer parmak da girdi götüme. Acı gittikçe artıyordu. Ama istiyordum, Berk’in yarağını bana deliler gibi saplamasını istiyordum. İki parmağıyla uzun bir süre alıştırdı götümü. Artık parmakları rahatça girip çıkıyordu, ama sanki götümde alev vardı. Hafiften gazım geliyordu, ama sıkıyordum büzüğümü. Berk parmaklarını çıkarınca dayanamadım ve osurdum. Domalık halde tutamamıştım osuruğumu. Berk, “Ohoo, daha parmaklayınca osurdun, sikince ne yapacaksın acaba?” deyince utandım. Utandığımı anlayınca, “Sakin ol aşkım, hem zaten osurman beni çok azdırır, sakın tutma, seni osurta osurta sikecem!” dedi.

Artık vakti gelmişti. Yarağına tükürdü ve yavaşça götümün deliğine koydu. Girmeye başladı. O girdikçe ben bağırıyordum. Ama Berk bağırmalarımı, çığlıklarımı dinlemiyor, daracık göt deliğime yarağını daldırıyordu.

– Aşkımmmm, yapma, çok acıyorrr!
– Hiişt, sakin ol, bak kafası götünde.
– Aşkım nolur ağzımla boşaltayım, sokma daha fazla.
– Eee, kes lan orospu! Sinirlendirme beni, bulmuşum böyle koca götü, sikmeden bırakırmıyım?

O nazik adam gitmiş, yerine bir hayvan gelmişti. Ben de bağıra bağıra içime almaya çalışıyordum onu.

– Bağır orospu, bağır da içerdekiler anlasın yarrağı yediğini!

Onları tamamen unutmuştum, kesin benim sikildiğimi anlamışlardı. Berk yarağının tamamını götüme sokmuş, öylece bekliyordu. “Ohhh, daracık! Offf, böyle göt sikmedim yaa, kocaman, öldürecek beni, orospu, yaktın sikimi!” diye mırıldanıyordu. Kurduğum fantazilerden çok daha farklıydı gerçeği. Acıdan geberiyordum, götümün deliği istemsiz bir şekilde kasılıyordu…

Şimdi Berk yavaş yavaş gidip gelmeye başlamış, benim götümü keyifle sikiyordu. Ben de altında kuzu gibi o yarağı alıyordum. “Amını okşa orospum, zevklenirsin!” dediğinde, hemen elimi amıma attım. Amım alev alevdi, bacaklarımdan suları süzülüyordu. Berk hırlayarak beni götten sikmeye devam ediyordu. Arada bir götme şaplak atıyor, o şaplak attıkça ben daha çok bağırıyordum. Ama zevk almaya başlamıştım. Hele amımı okşayınca zevkim daha da artıyordu. Bir erkeğin bana sahip olduğunu bilmek beni delirtiyordu.

– İçerdekiler anlamışmıdır sevgilim?
– Anlasalar ne olacak aşkım? Hepimiz sevgililerimizi burada sikiyoruz! Emin ol, şimdi senin götünü hayal ederek 31 çekiyorlardır.
– Ohhh aşkım, cidden mi?
– Tabi aşkım, sadece senin memelerini, götünü hayal ederek 31 çekiyorlardır!
– Offf aşkımmm…

İçerdekilerin beni hayal ederek 31 çektiklerini duymak gururlandırmıştı beni. Berk ise temposunu arttırmış, artık götümü dağıtırcasına sikiyordu. Götüm yanakları kıpkırmızı olmuştu. Soktukça sokuyor, beni delirtiyordu. Hırlıyor, köpek gibi sokuyor ve arada bir tamamını sokup çıkarıyordu. Bir çıkardığında yine osuruğumu tutamadım. Osurunca dahada azdı ve daha sert sikmeye başladı götümü. İnanılmaz zevk alıyordum.

– Sik beni erkeğim! Ohhh, dağıt götümü!
– Dağıtacam kaşar, dağıtacam orospu!

Bu küfürler beni dahada zevklendiriyordu.

– Evet ben orospuyum ve sen de benim sikicimsin!
– Ohhh, evet fahişe, şu anda erkeğin senin götünde ve onu dağıtıyor. Hep bunu hayal ettin değil mi sürtük?
– Evet aşkım, gecelerdir beni siktiğini hayal ediyorummm!

Götümden çıkardı yarağını. Göt deliğimdeki yangın devam ediyordu. Hem sikilmek istiyordum, hemde acısını dindirmek için ne yapsam diye düşünüyordum. Berk beni yatırdı yatağa, bacaklarımı açtı, belimin altına bir yastık koydu. Ve önüme geçti. Ben hem alkolden, hem götten yemenin acısyla inliyordum, ama zevkim inanılmazdı. Berk tekrar sikine tükürdü ve götüme tek hamlede daldırdı yarağını. Vücudumu okşuyor, meme uçlarımı sıkıyor ve götümü öyle deli gibi sikiyordu ki. Benim de artık amımı okşamaktan elim yorulmuştu.

Birden durdu ve elini amcığıma attı. Kıllı amımın dudaklarını ayırdı ve yavaşça parmağını soktu. “Akım yapma, kızlığım gidecek!” diyordum, ama parmağı sadece girişinde kalıyordu. “Sen istemediğin sürece kızlığına dokunmayacağım, ama bu göt benim!” deyip tekrar sikmeye devam etti götümü. Şimdi iyice sert sikiyordu götümü. Sonra yarağını götümden çıkardı ve eğilip hemen amıma yumuldu. Amımın dudaklarını ayırıp, amımın içini dillemeye başladı. Ve ben çok geçmeden kasılmaya başladım. Kaslmalarımı farkedince, klitorisime yumuldu ve emerek orgazm etti beni. Am sularım yatağa akmıştı. Berk beni orgazm etmenin verdiği gururla, yarağını tekrar soktu götüme. Boşalmak bilmiyordu, hayvan gibi sikiyordu götümü. Ama ben daha fazlasını istiyordum.

– Boz beni!
– Ohhh, bozayım mı aşkım?
– Boz aşkım, ne olur boz beni, patlat kzlığımı, sik amımı!

Berk yarağını götümden çıkardı. Yarağını silecek birşeyler arandı, ama bulamadı. Tuvalette gitmek için kalktı. Tuvalet koridorda, odanın hemen yanındaydı. Kazık gibi yarağı sallana sallana, çırılçıplak çıktı odadan. Odanın kapısını açık bırakmıştı. Ben de kapıyı kapatmak için kalktım, ama götümün acısından rahat yürüyemiyordum…

– Abi ne bağırttın kızı ya! Götünü dağıtmışsındır!

– Oğlum kız tam orospu lan! Şimdi de boz beni, amımı sik diyor!
– Boz abi! İlk sen sik, sonra da biz sikelim!
– Bakalım size vermeye ikna olacak mı?
– Abi diğer kızları da hep beraber siktik, bu da verir herhalde…
– Oğlum diğer kızlarla bu bir mi? Onların delikleri folloşa dönmüş, bunun götünü ilk ben siktim! Ama bu hepsinden daha istekli vuruşuyor! Gerçi sizin hoşunuza gitmez…
– Niye abi ya?
– Oğlum bu orospunun amı çok kıllı, diğerlerininki gibi değil.
– Olsun abi, farketmez, sikeriz!

Berk tuvalete girdi, ben de kapıyı kapatmadan geri yatağa döndüm. Berk az sonra elinde bir rulo tuvalet kağıdıyla girdi odaya. Yarağını tuvalette temizlemişti.

– Konuşmalarınızı duydum!
– Ne konuşmaları aşkım?
– Benim hakkımda neler dediğini duydum!
– Aşkım…
– Merak etme kızmadım!
– Kızmadım derken?
– İstersen onlara da veririm!
– Cidden yaparmısın?
– Yaparım, ama şartım var!
– Kabul!
– Dur dinle! Hepinizi aynı anda kaldıramam, teker teker yaparsanız kabul! Ama kesinlikle aramızda kalacak, kimse duymayacak! Eğer birine anlatırsanz, bana tecavüz ettiğinizi söylerim!
– Kabul aşkım!
– Yemin et!
– Aşkım, annemin babamın üzerine yemin ediyorum!
– Ve asla götten vermem birdaha!
– Tamam aşkım…

İçimi heyecan kaplamıştı. Yavaşça yattım tekrar yatağa. Odanın kapısı açıktı. Artık gizli saklı kalmamıştı nasıl olsa. Artık onların gözünde tam bir fahişeydim. Ve bundan garip bir şekilde zevk alıyordum. O iki yakışıklı erkeğin de beni sikeceklerini düşünmek beni delirtiyordu. Şimdi Berk bacaklarımın arasındaydı, amıma sürtüyordu yarağını. Ben de bekaretimin bozulması için can atıyordum. Nasıl olsa ailemden ayrıydım. Kimse anlamazdı ve ben o an sadece yarak yemek, sikilmek istiyordum. “Hadi sok, ama sakın içime boşalma!” dememle, Berk yavaşça vıcık vıcık olmuş amcığıma girmeye başladı. Ve bir an içimde bir acı hissettim. Kızlık zarım bozulmuştu. Kadındım artık. Beni kudurtan fantazileri yaşamak için artık hiçbir engel yoktu…

Berk çıkardı kanlanmış yarağını amımdan, tuvalet kağıdıyla amımı götümü ve yarağını temizledi. Ve sonra bir anda öyle bir soktu ki, sanki amım ikiye ayrıldı. Gene canım çok yanıyordu. Ama Berk gidip gelmeye başlayınca, acı yerini tarifsiz bir zevke bıraktı. Demin götümden sikilirken acıdan attığım çığlıkları, artık zevkten atıyordum. Berk tamamen üzerime kapanmış, var gücüyle amıma pompalıyordu. Memelerim jöle gibi sağa sola sallanıyordu, kilolu bir kız olduğum için zaten memelerim çok sarkıktı. Berk memelerimi sıkıyor ve iştahla, daracık yeni bozulmuş amcığımı sikmenin zevkini çıkartıyordu. Bir müddet böyle sikti, sonra, “Kucağımda istiyorum seni aşkım!” deyip, uzandı yatağa. Yarağını dikeltti. O azgınlıkla hırlayarak çıktım sikinin üstüne. Artık namus, şeref, kızlık, hiçbir şey umrumda değildi. Tek istediğim, hayallerini kurduğum seksleri yaşamaktı, sanki içimde bir orospu vardı ve bu orospu beni yönlendiriyordu.

“Aaaah! Sik beniii, ohhh, sok amcığıma, yanıyor amım aşkımmm!” diyerek yarağını amıma aldım. Üstüne kapandım ve kendi kendimi Berk’e siktirmeye başladım. Berk keyifle koca memelerimi yalıyordu, elleri de yeni sikilmiş göt deliğimdeydi. Bir müddet sonra artık o da inlemeye başlamıştı. “Ahhhh! Orospuu! Ohhhh! Mahvettin beni!” dediğinde, boşalacağını düşündüm ve iyice hızlandım. Ama Berk, “Ağzına boşalmak istiyorummm!” deyince hemen indim üstünden. Hep merak ettiğim sperm tadını almak için ağzıma aldım yarağını. Berk hayvanlar gibi hırlyordu, ben de iştahla yarağını emiyordum. Ve ılık ılık ağzıma akmaya başladı spermleri. Geldikçe geliyordu, sanki bitmek bilmeyen bir çeşme misali ağzıma akıyor ve tuzlu dölleri boğazıma çarpıyordu. Döllerini daha fazla tutamadım ağzımda ve kenara doğru damlamaya başladı ağzımdan. Berk’in yarağı halen kalkıktı, kalp gibi atıyordu. Yalayarak iyice temizledim yarağını ve yanına yığıldım. Ağzımın içi yapış yapıştı, içimde tarif edemediğim bir duygu vardı.

Berk kültablasına uzandı, bana ve kendisine sigara yaktı. Sanırım orgazm olmanın dindirici bir etkisi vardı, yavaş yavaş kendime geliyordum ve kendime (Ne yaptın kızım sen?) diye soruyordum. Sessizce, yanyana yatmış, birbirimize hiç dokunmadan sigara içiyorduk. Halen götümün sızısını, amımın sızısını hissediyordum. Kendimi çok pis hissediyordum, ki öyleydim de, her yerim salyaydı. Sigaralarımız bitince ben yavaşça kalktım yerimden. Tek isteğim yurda gidip olanları düşünmekti. Sütyenimi ve külodumu Berk’in fırlattığı yerden almak için eğildiğimde, Berk, “Nereye?” dedi. “Yurda gitmek istiyorum, beni götür lütfen!” deyince, “Buğra ve Can’a da verecektin hani?” dedi. Onlar aklımdan tamamen çıkmıştı. Bir anlık azgınlıkla onlarla da sikişmek istediğimi söylemiştim, ama şu anda canım hiç istemiyordu, tek istediğim hemen yurda dönmekti. “Onlarla sikişmek istemiyorum!” dedim. Berk bozulmuştu, “Ama aşkım, söz vermiştin! Beni sevmiyormusun yoksa?” dedi.

Ben de, “Ben seni seviyorum, ama sen beni sevmiyorsun! Sevseydin arkadaşlarınla sikişmemi istemezdin!” deyince, sarıldı bana. Meme uçlarım onun bedenine değiyordu. “Saçmalama birtanem, sen benim için çok değerlisin! Ama onlar da seni çok beğeniyorlar ve seni sikmek için yanıp tutuşuyorlar! Bırak kendini onlara, hem sen zevk al, hem onlar alsın! Sen sadece benim sevgilimsin, birtanemsin!” diyerek beni motive ediyordu. Ben tam bir gerizekalıydım, salak gibi inanıyordum sözlerine. “Beni bırakmayacaksın değil mi?” deyip sarıldım ona. “Hayır aşkım, bırakırmıyım hiç! Sen benimsin, ben sadece senin zevk almanı istiyorum! Emin ol, okuldaki birçok kız grup yapıyor, sevgilileri de katılıyor ve inanılmaz keyif alıyorlar!” dedi. O anda nedense aklıma Sude gelmişti, “Sude de yapıyor mu?” diye sordum.

“Tabii yapıyor! Sude’yi de bu yatakta siktik hep beraber! Üstelik Murat’la birlikte 4 erkektik. Sude’nin nasıl zevk aldığını görmen lazımdı! Senin Sude’den neyin eksik? Hatta fazlan var! Sen alacağın zevke bak aşkım!” dedi. Sude’nin de onlarla sikiştiğini duymak nedense beni müthiş rahatlatmış ve aynı zamanda da kamçılamıştı. Ama saate baktım, “Aşkım geç kalacağım, başka zaman yapsam?” dedim. Berk, “İkisiyle aynı anda yaparsın aşkım, hemencecik biter!” deyince, “Olmaz!” dedim. “Aşkım neden olmasın? Hem kat kat zevkin artar, hemde çabuk biter, ben de seni vaktinde yurda bırakırım işte!” deyince, “Ozaman önce bir duş almama izin ver aşkım!” dedim. O da, “Tamam!” dedi.

Odadan çıktım. Can ve Buğra boxerlerinin üstünden yaraklarını okşayarak bana bakıyorlardı. Onları görünce tekrar cinsel isteğim canlandı. Çıplaktım ve işin enteresan tarafı bundan utanmıyordum. Oysa ki amım kıllardan görünmüyordu. Her yerim salyaydı ve ağzımın kenarında Berk’in az önce akıttığı spermler duruyordu. Ayağa kalktılar. Buğra, “Başlayalım m?” dedi. Ben, “Duşa gireyim, temizleneyim, ondan sonra!” deyince, geri oturdular. Bacaklarım ayrık ayrık banyoya yürürken, arkamdan gülüyorlardı. Banyonun kapısını kapatıp, klozete oturdum. Çişimi yapıp, taharet musluğunu açınca, durumun ne kadar vahim olduğunu anladım. Büzüğüm kapanmıyordu. Aynada biraz kendimi izledim, rimelim akmış, rujum dağılmıştı, götümün yanaklarında kıpkırmızı şaplak izleri vardı, memelerim morarmıştı. Duşa girdim, yıkadım her yerimi. Hazırdım. Havluyla kurulandım, saçlarım halen nemliydi, ama sorun değildi. Sevişmeyecektim, sadece işlerinin bir an önce bitmesini sağlayıp, yurda gidecektim. Çıktım banyodan.

Salonda kimse yoktu. Biraz önce Berk’in beni siktiği odaya girdim tekrar. Buğra o kalın sesiyle, “Hazır mısın?” dedi. Can da odadaydı. Gözlerim Berk’i aradı, ama o yoktu. Yatağa sessizce çıktım, domaldım. İkisi de yaraklarını sıvazlayarak birbirlerine bakıyorlardı. Bu sahne komiğime gitmişti, ama sustum. Can arkama geçti, Buğra da önüme geldi. Buğra yatağa yattı, bacaklarını açtı. Buğra’nın yarağı Berk’in yarağından biraz daha kısa ve inceydi, açıkçası hoşuma gitmişti bu. Ama Can’ın yarağı Berk’inkinden daha büyüktü ve o girecekti bana şimdi. Can götümün yanaklarını okşadı önce, sonra ayırdı onları ve “Berk te sağlam sikmiş ha!” dedi. Aynadan görüyordum, Can deliklerime bakarak yarağını svazlıyordu. Buğra da yarağını burnumun dibinde okşuyordu. Ben de kuzu gibi aralarında domalmış bir şekilde bekliyordum. Buğra yarağını ağzıma değdirmeye başlayınca, ne istediğini anladım ve yavaşça ağzıma alıp saksoya başladım. Ama Berk’e çektiğim saksonun binde birini çekmiyordum, zoraki yalıyordum. Can da sikine tükürüp amıma sokunca, gene acıyla irkildim. Ama artık neyin ne olduğunu bildiğimden, hiç takmadım bu acıyı, çünkü birazdan bunun zevke dönüşeceğini biliyordum. Can hızlı darbelerle amımı sikmeye başladı. Ben Buğra’nın yarağını yalamakla meşguldüm, ama hiç istemiyordum.

Can amıma sert sert soktukça sallanıyordum, tabi benim yağlı vücudum da aynı şekilde sallanıyordu. Can keyifli keyifli beni sikerken, Berk girdi odaya. Oturdu, bir sigara yaktı, elinde içkisi vardı. Ben Buğra’nın yarağını yalamaya devam ederek başımı Berk’e doğru çevirdim. İsteksiz halim hoşlarına gitmemişti. Can saçımı çekip, “Biraz inle orospu! Yarak istedin, sikiyoruz işte!” deyince, çok sert bir bakış attım. Götüme öyle bir şaplak attı ki, acıyla bağırdım. “Haaah, işte bu!” deyip şaplaklarını arttırdı. Daha sert sikiyordu amımı. Amımdan zevk almaya başlamıştım, hem acıdan, hem zevkten bağırıyordum. Bizi oturduğu yerden izleyen Berk’in yarağı gene kazık gibi olmuştu, yarağını sıvazlarken bir yandan da sigarasını içiyordu. Buğra şimdi de taşaklarını yalatıyordu bana. Taşak yalarken inleyebiliyordum, artık müthiş zevk almaya başlamıştım. Ama zoraki bir zevkti sanki, aklım saatte, gözüm Berk’te, dilim Buğra’nın koca taşaklarındaydı. Kıllar yüzünden ter kokusu vardı taşaklarında, ama hoşuma gitti bu koku. Kokluyordum, yalıyordum, emiyordum, artık ben de zevkime bakıyordum.

Can sonra yarağını amımdan çıkardı. Göt yanaklarımı ayırdı ve göt deliğime okkalı bir tükürük bırakıp, yarağını şak diye geçirdi götüme. Götüme giren yarağın etkisiyle gözlerim açıldı, götüm yanıyordu tekrar. Ben acıyla inlerken, Can, “Ohhhh! Ne göt var be orospuda, koydukça sallanıyor!” deyip gülüyordu. Benimle alay ederek sikiyordu beni. Resmen orospu gibi kullanılıyordum… Berk bizi izlemeye daha fazla dayanamadı ve yarağını yanıbaşıma getirdi. Elimi tuttu, elime tükürdü ve sikini avuçlatmaya başladı. Can götümü sikiyor, ben Berk’e 31 çektirirken, Buğra ritmik hareketlerle ağzımı sikmeye çalışıyordu. Buğra bir ara boğazıma kadar soktu yarağını. Çıkarınca öksürdüm, gözlerimden yaşlar gelerek öğürüp geğiriyordum. Gülüyorlardı deli gibi. Bitsin istiyordum, artık daha fazla sikilmek istemiyordum. Can halen götümü deli gibi sikiyor, hırlaya hırlaya sesler çıkarıyor, küfürler ediyor, götüme şaplaklar atıyordu…

Buğra yarağını ağzımdan çıkardı, hemen yerini Berk aldı. Berk te aynı şekilde ağzıma pompalamaya başladı. Boğazıma girmesin diye kafamı geride tutmaya çalışıyordum, ama olmuyordu, illa ki geliyordu ve koca yarak benim midemi bulandırıyordu. Can hızlandı, hızlandı ve böğürerek götümün içine boşaldı. Buğra da, “Oğlum ne yaptın ya, niye içine boşaldın, şimdi sikilmez ki bunun götü!” dedi. Can ise yarağını götümden çıkarıp, kahkahalarla gülerek, “Gel bak, ne hale geldi orospunun götü!” dedi. Buğra kalktı yerinden, arkama geçti ve “Oha lan, kolum girer bu göte!” dedi. Adamlar pek amımla ilgilenmiyorlardı, varsa yoksa götüm. Amımı sikseler zevk alacağım, ama götten aldığım zevk amdan aldığım gibi değildi.

Can yarağını tuvalet kağıdına silip, oturdu ve bir sigara yaktı. Buğra arkama iyice yanaştı, ama benim domalmaktan belim ağrımıştı artık, dizlerim ağrıyordu. Yüzüstü yığıldım yatağa. Buğra da bacaklarımı ayırıp, amıma daldırdığı yarağıyla benim üzerime kapandı ve sikmeye başladı… Ritmi mükkemmeldi, artık ben de orgazm olmak üzereydim. Titremeye ve kasılmaya başlayınca, Buğra benim orgazm olduğumu anladı ve daha tempolu sikmeye başladı. Benim orgazm çığlıklarım yüzünden sesim kısılmıştı artık, ölmek üzere olan it gibi hırlıyordum sadece. Az sonra da Buğra yarağını çıkardı, benim sırtma gelecek şekilde boşaldı… Buğra ve Can, Berk kadar dayanıklı çıkmamıştı. Berk siktiğinde benim içimi dışıma çıkarmıştı, ama bunların ikisi de hemen boşalmıştı.

Berk’in yarağı halen ağzımdaydı, en sona o kalmıştı. Buğra’yla Can sigaralarını keyifle tüttürürken, şimdi Berk’in altındaydım. Berk te amıma soktu ve hemen gidip gelmeye başladı. Amımı sikerken kalçalarımı tokatlıyordu, ben ise yastığa sarılmış, işini bitirmesini bekliyordum. Ama Berk beni epey bir sikti, hemde hiç yorulmadan. Sonunda o da sırtıma boşaldı ve yanıma uzandı. Ben halen yüzüstü yatıyordum. Deliklerim gene sızlıyordu. Bugüne kadar bakire olan deliklerimden bir günde 3 erkek geçmişti ve inanılmaz pişmanlık duyuyordum…

Biraz kendime gelince yavaşça yerimden kalktım, yorgun adımlarla banyoya gittim. Yorgunluktan gözlerimi açamıyordum. Sıcak suyun altında vücudumu dinlendirdim, ama ağlama hissi geldi o anda. Yığıldım küvetin içine, halen scak suyun altındaydım. Her yerim sızlıyordu. Bacaklarımı iyice kendime çekip ağlamaya başladım, ki o anda kapı açıldı. Can sırıtarak, “Bir kere de banyoda versene!” dedi, tekrar kalkmış yarağını sıvazlıyordu. “Siktir git orospu çocuğu, yalnız bırak beni!” deyip kovdum. Can küfürler ederek banyodan çıktı, kapıyı kapatıp gitti. Kendimden iğreniyordum, tiksiniyordum. Berk’le yaptığım seksten inanılmaz keyif almıştım, ama Buğra ve Can’la yaptığım beni çok kötü utandırmıştı. Resmen orospu muamelesi görmüştüm. Evet, fantazilerim gerçek olmuştu, ama rezil olmuştum. Ya videoya çektilerse? Ya bana şantaj yapacaklarsa? İçimde çok kötü bir şüphe vardı. Çabucak yıkanıp, havluya sarınarak çıktım banyodan. Üçü de salona geçmiş, boxerleri üzerlerinde, bira ve sigarayla keyif yapıyorlardı.

Hemen odaya girdim, önce üzerimi giyindim, külodum kurumuştu, kıyafetlerimi giydim ve odayı aramaya başladım. Kamera falan yoktu, içim rahatlamıştı. Aynada kendime baktm, gözlerim yorgunluktan kapanıyordu. Düğmelerimi sonuna kadar ilikledim, ama boynumda morluklar vardı. Bu halde çıkamazdım, çantamı almak için içeri gittim. Halen bira içiyorlardı. Çantamdan fondoteni aldım ve morluklarıma sürdüm. Berk anlamsız anlamsız bana bakıyordu. “Beni yurda götür!” dedim. Berk ise, “Tatlım, araba kullanacak halim yok, cüzdanımdan 100 Lira al ve taksiyle git!” deyince, “Allah belanı versin, orospu çocuğu!” diye bağırdım. Berk bir hışımla kalktı ve “Siktir git lan gözümün önünden! Bak odaya alırım seni, sabaha kadar sikerim, sonrada sokağa atarım, amına koyduğumun orospusu!” diye öyle bir bağırdı ki, hemen çıktım evden.

Cebimde 10 Lira ya var ya yoktu. Üstelik yurda sürekli giden otobüslerin de saati geçmişti. Yapacak bir şeyim yoktu, mecburen taksiyle gidecektim. En kötüsü Sude’den borç alır öderim taksi parasını diye düşünerek, taksiye bindim. Ağlamamak için çok zor tutuyordum kendimi, halen gözümün önünden film şeridi gibi geçiyordu olan biten herşey. Kendi kendime, (Sus Tuba, bunu sen istedin! Al işte, fantazilerin seni ne hale getirdi! Berk’le sikiştikten sonra siktir olup gitseydin ya evden! Berk seni seviyor mu sanıyorsun?) diye diye yurda vardım.

Taksiciye paramın olmadığını, biraz beklerse içeriden alıp geleceğimi söyledim. Ama taksici, “Ne malum kaçmayacağın?” deyince, “Gel beraber gidelim o zaman!” dedim. Kapıdan girince, nöbetçiden borç istemek geldi aklıma, yarın geri veririm diye düşündüm, ki öyle de oldu. Tabi nöbetçiye uydurmam gereken yalanlar vardı, gecikmiştim. Tansiyonumun düştüğünü, hastaneye gittiğimi söyledim ve adam da inandı. Taksiciye parasını verdim ve gitti. Hemen odaya çıktım. Sude, “Ooo, Tuba hanım nihayet teşrif ettiler!” deyince, “Allah senin belanı versin!” dedim ve ağlamaya başladım. “Ne oldu, Tuba dur!” demesini dinlemedim ve koşarak banyoya gittim. Her yerimi defalarca yıkadım, ama sanki halen pistim. Tekrar odaya girdiğimde, Sude benden bir açıklama bekliyordu. Olan biteni anlattım. Ama Sude’nin bana anlattıkları beni daha da yıktı. Sude halen bakire olduğunu, değil grup yapmak, değil götten vermek, Murat’a sakso bile çekmediğini… Berk’in öğrenci olmadığını ve ailesiyle yaşadığını… Murat’ın da, Can ve Buğra adında arkadaşlarının olmadığını… Murat’la Berk’in borç yüzünden iki gün önce kavga ettiklerini vs. anlattı. Ben de ağlaya ağlaya dinledim…

Birkaç hafta kendime gelemedim. Tam kendimi toparlamaya başlamıştım ki, Berk olacak orospu çocuğunun beni Can ve Buğra’ya para karşılığında siktirmiş olduğunu öğrendim. O sinirle hemen Berk’i aradım, ama “Aradığınız numara kullanılmamaktadır!” cümlesini duydum. Sude’nin bu durumu Murat’a anlatıp Berk’i dövdürmeye çalışmasını engelledim. Murat’ın bu olayı öğrenmesini asla istemedim, yüzüne bakamazdım…

Bu olay yaşandı ve bitti. Halen kiloluyum ve halen sevgilim yok, daha doğrusu olmadı. Ama bazen azgınlık anlarımda bu olayı düşünüp, yine parmaklıyorum kendimi.

[Tuba]

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