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Felix’s Wonderful Night

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I was surrounded by three men, all considerably older than me and much more experienced than I was. I received the ball from the left, and managed to take advantage of my young speed and burst to dribble past the triumvirate of defenders, before lifting the ball into the 6-yard box so that our star striker could head it in for the opening score of the game. That play had been the highlight of the game and had made the rounds on social media and sports shows. Hype was beginning to gather for AS Roma’s bright new young, American rising star, also known as myself. It was difficult being so young and so famous, since the hopes of being America’s first soccer superstar were immediately placed on my shoulders, just like they were placed on Christian Pulisic at the same time. Before the beginning of the season, Christian and his team, Borussia Dortmund, were in town to play a friendly against Roma’s sworn rivals: Lazio. He’d only played a half of football, as was customary in such a situation. Being the good friends that we were, we decided to head out to a club that same night.

All in all, it wasn’t really all that much of a big night for us. It wasn’t like we had won the Champions League or something like that. While it wasn’t that big of a deal for Christian and me, it definitely seemed like it to a group of about six or seven girls that were having what seemed at the time like the night of their lives. We looked on from afar, our interest quite piqued, especially by the outfits they were wearing. After a few rounds of drinks the older team members egged us on to approach the gaggle of girls that had been drawing our attention from the moment they stepped into the night club. They were all quite beautiful, and they were together in a group, making the task at hand that much harder, compounded by the fact that I’d spent much of my time in high school focusing on the sporting side of things, as opposed to what other guys were up to.

Nevertheless, the whole thing went smoothly to start. We eventually narrowed down to two girls, one for each. Tamara was a gorgeous Italian-American girl who started off as an Instagram model and had since just gotten her first major contract, which was the reason for the celebration. She was wearing a short black dress with a plunge neckline and something of an open back, with matching black platform pumps, all of which contrasted well with her pale, olive skin. Her long dirty blonde hair was loose yet expertly arranged. I couldn’t help but smile like a dumb ass when our eyes first met that night, which through some bizarre act of magic made me that much more endearing to her. She had an inkling of an idea about who I was, which made me more comfortable within the situation as a whole. She was eternally confident, cool as can be.

“Come on, I’ll buy you a drink or five” I said, whispering to her as we all sat at a table. She nodded, and after shooting a look to her friends, led Alanya Zenci Escort me by hand to the bar.

“I want at least those five drinks, wonder boy. Maybe more than that. Probably more.” She said, holding my left arm. “Definitely more than five.” She added with a small laugh, before placing a kiss on my cheek. I waved over the bartender and ordered the first of many rounds that would come that night. I let myself go with the flow after initially worrying about looking like a drunken fool.

After the drinks, I took her out to the dance floor. I was in for quite a treat, as it turned out. Her ass felt great against my crotch while we grinded to a particularly fast paced song, teasing me with her expertise before rewarding me with a closer, slower dance that allowed me to kiss her neck from behind, grabbing her side and her waist and pushing her towards me. Tamara had a look in her eyes that showed just how at home she was in the dance floor and on the spot light. She was such a natural and it was extremely impressive to say the least. We shared our first kiss while dancing and facing each other, rubbing crotches sensually.

I took her back to the table once I was feeling tired of dancing, even though she was still roaring to go out there and have the time of her life. She was sat on my lap now, and I had one arm around her waist and another one across her lap. We were shifting between making out and chatting with her friends, one of which had taken a liking to Christian, seeing as how she was looking at him as she sat on her lap. Eventually, the rest of the girls and my friend dispersed around the night club, either to drink, dance or chat with some guy, or all three at once, leaving us alone at the table. We locked eyes and I smiled confidently, taking her cue and placing a hand on the inside of her thigh, slowly snaking it upwards as I gathered sufficient courage to be able spread her wet panties aside and slip in one lonesome finger, testing out the waters as she bit her lower lip and nodded to me encouragingly. I became emboldened by her quick nod, exploring her wonderful pussy with my finger, feeling her out before slipping in another finger. A bouncer passed in front of us seemingly out of nowhere, just flashed in front of us like he’d teleported in there. I bite my lower lip as I hope and pray that he doesn’t turn around to get a good look at us. He stops momentarily before going on his way and leaving us alone. I smile to Tamara and keep going, adding a third and final finger, loving how she arched her neck back while biting her lower lip to keep her moans in check. I’m forced to slip my fingers out as soon as her friends start coming back, and Tamara’s smile showed just how pleased she was.

As the night was winding down, her friends were making their mind about heading back since they had a flight that they had to catch after sleeping off the hangover. Before Alanya Manken Escort exiting the club, Tamara took my phone from me and saved her contact. Immediately the morning after we started texting each other, deciding to become a couple a few weeks later.

*****

Tamara was laying down on the beach chair as she took in the sun from the terrace that faced the beautiful Mediterranean Sea. As I found out early in our relationship, Tamara was the daughter of a high-profile international lawyer and a fashion designer, which meant that of course they had a huge house on a private island off of the coast of Sicily. She was really quite a bit of a brat, but it was essentially a little speed bump considering how amazing she was. She was a few years older than me. I was close to turning 20 at the moment and she was 22 going on 23.

“Hey, babe.” I said, sitting down on the edge and placing my hand on her tummy to completely catch her attention. I was wearing some blue swimming shorts and nothing else. I shake her lightly as she ignores me the first time around.

“Can’t you see that I’m tanning?” Tamara said, whining because I’d interrupted her time in the sun. “Did you bring me a water bottle?” She added a few moments later, to which I responded by immediately handing over the ice-cold bottle that she had come to expect. I didn’t really mind being a bit whipped by her, given how warm and loving she was most of the time. “Thanks, babe.” She said, sitting up to drink from the bottle.

“No problem.” I say with a smile and a hand on her side. Her bikini was simple, teal colored with wide black bands. Her top held in check her perfectly formed 28C breasts that I couldn’t help but admire as she looked on from behind her sunglasses.

“My eyes are up here, dumb dumb.” She quips, teasing me for being mesmerized by her wonderful body. I stick my tongue out, which makes her giggle, making her perfect double dutch braids bounce a little. I was on a winter break, enjoying my time with my wonderful girlfriend, who was taking a photo of me, probably to put it on her Snapchat story.

“Your fans hate me. I’ve read the comments to your Instagram posts and to your tweets. They think you deserve better than me.” I say, commenting with one eye closed due to the sun.

“You shouldn’t give a fuck about those idiots.” Tamara takes off her sunglasses and sets them on the side, apparently knowing she wouldn’t be doing any more tanning for a while.

“Sometimes I can’t help but do. They get really bad, especially after a loss, where I have to deal with the abuse I receive.”

“Babe, they’re just trying to get under your skin.” Tamara says, getting closer to me and placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Do you think you deserve better than me?” I ask, a bit tenderly and submissively, knowing what the answer was but not being able to get over the insecurity.

“Felix, Alanya Anal Escort you’re the best thing that’s happened to me.” Tamara responds, before adding a joking quip “Well, maybe after this mansion or my modeling career,” which draws a smile from me.

“Oh shut up” I reply, before leaning in to kiss her, pressing my tongue into her mouth and playing it with hers. What a wonderful life, really. Sure I get antsy sometimes but nothing could ever beat this kiss, or sharing this view with Tamara. I remembered back to the night we met and how amazing her outfit looked at the moment, feeling myself get hard while I do so. We’d gotten frisky in so many places it was ridiculous, so why not this terrace.

I glanced her a look that she well knew the meaning of: ‘Do you wanna fuck?’ She nodded in assent, to which I responded by sitting further into the chair, so that she was on top of me while we were making out. I place one hand on her ass, squeezing it as she grinds up against my crotch and straddles me with a leg on each of my sides. I look at her in the eyes, sitting up against the chair’s lifted part so that we could kiss with ease while I worked on undoing her bikini top, releasing the wonderful breasts I had been eyeing just a few moments ago. I kiss the top of them, before settling on one of them and sucking its nipple as Tamara moaned softly and ran a hand across my hair.

I fiddled with my swimming shorts before managing to pull them down to reveal my engorged cock. It wasn’t huge, just a bit of average at 6″ but Tamara didn’t give a fuck. She loved it and loves it like nothing else. She smiled as she saw it, taking it in her hand to give it a few strokes before pulling down her bottom with her hands. I rub up my cock against her wet pussy, teasing her so that she would release her beautiful, soft little moans.

“Stop teasing me.” Tamara whines, making eye contact and pleading for me to lead myself into her. I oblige her, pressing myself inside her and starting out slow as her hips swayed from side to side and from backwards to forwards as she fucked me back. She loved to ride, and she never throws away the chance to make it the greatest sexual experience for me and for herself. I slightly increase my pace, making her keep up.

I place on hand on one of her breasts as she rides me, fucking me back with equal measure to what I was carrying out. Tamara’s moans increased in frequency and loudness, which was music to my ears, and even I was letting out some grunts and groans, which Tamara cleared loved to hear. We increased the force that we were using, and I could feel the warm waves of pleasure that signaled the coming of the orgasm. It was a shared one, I could feel it and so could Tamara. I press my lips against her and wrap my arms around her, wanting to hold her tight as we both got closer than ever to our orgasms.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Tamara.” I said, panting slightly after Tamara was resting against me, carrying a fresh load of cum that posted no pressure or risk because of the pill. “God, you’re so fucking amazing.” I said, rubbing Tamara’s pussy lazily as she cuddled up against me, kissing the top of her head as we shared the view that the mansion’s terrace provided.

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My Son, The Photographer

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This story is pure fiction.

“Hi Mum,” I heard my son’s voice call out. “I’m home.” I turned and looked up from the flower bed I was weeding to see Andy clicking his camera. Andy’s always been keen on photography but it is such an expensive hobby with all that processing and printing so, for his birthday a couple of months ago, I bought him a mid-range digital camera. Now he clicks at anything in sight. You should see some of his flower close-ups: he has a knack of getting them just right.

I brushed an errant lock of hair back from my face and smiled, “Look at the state of me!” I was aware that I was wearing an old pair of jeans and an old shirt – both of them now smudged with soil marks but that didn’t seem to bother him: he just clicked away.

“That’s fine, Mum,” he assured me. “Looks good, looks natural.”

“I’ll show you natural,” I said, standing up and going towards him waving my muddy hands towards his face.

He shrieked in mock horror, “Don’t you dare!”

“Then don’t you dare takes pictures of me in this state! I’m about done anyway. Let me get cleaned up and we can have our meal out here in the sun. Sandwiches and cola OK?”

“Sandwiches and wine would be better. And put your glad rags on if you don’t want me to photo you in those old things.”

I went up to the bathroom, stripped and jumped under a cool shower – I was all hot and persipring from working under the hot sun all afternoon. I towelled down then looked at myself in the long mirror. “Hmm,” I thought, “not bad for 37.” My tummy was tight and my C-cup boobs were still firm. Just a couple of extra pounds around the hips.

Andy’s father had left me for a ‘younger model’ five years ago – leaving me with a 13-year-old boy to raise. Fortunately I had a small private income from a legacy which, with the maintenance I was getting from Andy’s father, left us reasonably comfortable. The house was mine, from my parents’ estate: a modest place but with a large secluded garden which was my love.

I threw my bathrobe around me and returned to my bedroom where I selected plain white cotton bra and pants and a light knee-length summer button-through dress with an open neckline. I had made the sandwiches earlier so I only had to retrieve them from the fridge. I grabbed a bottle of wine and took it all out to the picnic table in the back garden.

Andy joined me after a couple of minutes with a couple of pages of pictures he’d printed off. He passed them over to me and I handed him the bottle to open. I looked through the pics and realised that they were very good. We sat down and Andy poured the wine. I passed him a plate of sandwiches and continued to look over the pictures. I had to chuckle at the sight of me with a streak of mud over my face where I had brushed my hair back and I told Andy not to take any more pics of me like that.

“OK,” he said, “when we’re finished you can pose for me as you are. You’re pretty enough like that. Deal?”

“Deal, you flatterer!” I smiled.

When we finished the sandwiches, Andy cleared the detritus of the meal away then moved my lounger away from the table. He had me sit in the chair and took a couple of portrait-type pictures from the front and sides. He adjusted the back of the lounger so I was half-reclined and told me to lie back and relax as if I were sunbathing. I could hear his camera clicking away.

“Run you fingers through your hair …” Click. “Raise your right leg over your knee …” Click. “Dangle your sandal from your toes …” Click. “Give me a bit of thigh …” I was beginning to feel like a model with a professional photographer as I allowed my hem to slide back a little, revealing a couple of inches above my knee. “Great …” Click, Alanya Yabancı Escort click, click as he moved around me.

“Up you get, Mum. Sit on the edge of the table, hands on your knees …” I complied. Click. Hands behind you and lean back …” Click. “Hold it there …” Andy made a slight adjustment to the folds of my skirt. Click. “Look to your left … look to your right …” Click, click.

Next he had me shuffle back so my legs were straight out on the table. He clicked away as he had me turn my head and body various ways. “Raise your left knee half way, foot on the table …” Click. “Bit of thigh …” Click, click. “Knee right up …” he pulled a little at the folds of my skirt. Click. “Pop the bottom two buttons of your skirt, Mum.” I did so, allowing my thigh to be exposed to half way. “Magic …” He moved around, clicking the camera. “Roll onto your tummy. Elbows on the table and prop your chin in your hands …” Click. “Bend your right knee. That’s it, all the way …” Click. “Hands on the table, arch your back. Yes, head back, stretch …” Click. “One foot up …” Click. “Both feet …” Click, click. “Damn!”

I looked over to him with a query. “Card’s full! Let me go and upload these onto my computer. Want to see them?”

I sure did want to see how they had turned out so I followed him to his room. I sat at his shoulder as we went through the pictures. A few of them weren’t too good but mostly they were very clear.

“You’re a good model, Mum,” he commented as he clicked through the shots. Then I froze at a couple of the pictures – where I was on my back with my knee raised. Right up my dress showing all my thighs with my white pants clearly visible. “Andy,” I exclaimed, “they’re indecent.”

“Pshaw, Mum, you show much more when you’re in your bikini. Is that indecent?”

“Hmm,” I murmured, non-comittedly and watched as the rest of the pictures clicked through. Near the end of the sequence, I noticed that I was showing a lot of cleavage and in two shots my bra was also on show. Again I protested and again he said if it were my bikini, it would be OK, so what’s the difference? “Besides,” he said, “you have a lovely figure, you’re a super model and it’s only you and me seeing these.”

I was stumped and could only mutter that underwear was different, somehow. But secretly I had enjoyed myself acting as his model, even when I knew he was seeing my undies and I was flattered by his compliments so when he suggested I change into something different and we shoot some more I readily agreed.

~~~oOo~~~

But what to wear? Well, I thought, if he’s going to photograph my underwear, that plain white cotton was out. I looked through my wardrobe and selected a cream silk shirt and a flowered cotton button-through skirt. I felt myself tingle at the thought of popping some of the six buttons. I had a positively sinful black lacy half-cup bra and matching panties. I knew my areolas and nipples could be made out through the thin material. I dressed in these and decided to put a little make-up on to colour my face.

I hesitated for a moment with my hand on the handle of the bedroom door, wondering just what I was doing then decided I was enjoying myself so I opened the door and ventured out into the garden. Andy was there waiting for me with a couple of bottles of wine in a wine bucket with ice in and he held out a fresh glass of wine which I gulped down in almost indecent haste and handed him my glass for a refill.

He had me pose in several innocent positions using the wine glass as a prop then, “OK, Mum. Stand there and put your foot on the table as if you were a dancer practicing at the barre. Good – point your toes.” He clicked Alanya Yaşlı Escort away from several angles. “Lean forward …” Click. “Further – hold your ankle …” Click, click. “Can you hold it there?” I assured him I could. He moved to my side and started opening the buttons of my skirt. One, two, three, four – open all the way to just short of my crotch. Did his hand accidentally brush me there as he re-arranged the folds? If so it was just briefly.

He took several pictures from various angles including a couple which were clearly focussed on my pants. By now my standing leg was aching: when I mentioned it, he told me to relax for a while. He poured out more wine and we sat for a few minutes sipping at it.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I asked Andy.

“Oh, yes,” he grinned. “You’re a super model, with really nice legs and a good figure. Are you enjoying it? Do you mind me photographing your knickers?”

“Like you say, it’s the same as a bikini.”

He grinned, poured some more wine and asked if I was ready to start again.

“Sure, how do you want me now?”

“On the table again, flat on your back.” I did as he asked then, “Feet on the table, bend your knees, that’s it …” Click. “Higher; feet apart, knees together, lovely …” Andy pulled my skirt right back so my legs were all exposed. Click, click. “Knees apart – lovely knickers, Mum …” Click.

Next he moved around the table and was standing near my head. Click. “Top button, Mum …” I opened the button and he pulled my shirt open to show the swell of my breasts and a little bra. Click. He took over and popped another two buttons, pulling the shirt completely to one side leaving my right breast covered only by the bra – and yes, his hand did brush over my breast. Click. I felt my nipples crinkling up and tingling: I was getting turned on by my son seeing my undies and getting a crafty ‘feel’. Click. “Sit up straight and shuffle to the edge of the table. No, let your skirt ride up …” Click, click. He opened all the buttons of my shirt and pulled it wide open. Click. “Lean forward, give me a good cleavage. Lovely …” Click.

“Take the shirt off, Mum.” I found myself complying and his camera clicked as I was doing so. He took the shirt and put it to one side then came over to me, took hold of my hands and put them on my breasts. “Push them up and together, like this. Magic …” Click. He took hold of my hand and put it inside my bra before clicking again.

What he did next surprised me: he pulled one strap off my shoulder and the cup of my bra down, revealing my nipple which engorged even more as his thumb flicked over it. In truth, I was enjoying his attention and enjoying exposing myself to him and his camera but I thought I should make some protest at this stage.

“That’s more than bikini, Andy,” I told him.

He grinned. “Do you want to stop?”

Decisions, decisions: my head said yes but my body was singing no. I hadn’t felt like this in years. “Pour me some more wine, please. How many shots left on the card?” I asked.

He pressed a button and peered at the LCD screen. “Six, maybe seven.” He opened the second bottle of wine and handed me a glass. I couldn’t believe I was sitting on the garden table, drinking wine calmly while my son was ogling my bare breast. I noticed his shorts were bulging out at the front.

“OK, we’ll finish the card off, then go and look at them,” I announced.

“Jump down from the table, for these last few shots, Mum.” I complied and my bra slipped back over my breast. This time Andy put his hand right inside and scooped the breast back out before stepping back and taking a picture. He moved behind me and slipped the Alanya Yeni Escort fastening of my bra, taking it off completely. He put his hands round and cupped my breasts. “Hold them like this,” he said, pinching my nipples between thumb and forefinger. I could feel the lump in his shorts pressing into my bum. I held my breasts as he asked, and pinched my nipples. It felt so good, I was almost unaware of my son taking a picture from the side.

He stepped behind me again, put his arms round my waist and popped the last two buttons on my skirt before removing it, leaving me naked but for a pair of semi see-through pants. “Having fun?” Andy breathed in my ear.

“Mmmmm …” I was revelling in my exposure and wantonness. He pulled my hands from my breasts although I was reluctant to stop squeezing them and pinching the nipples. Putting his arms right round me he held my right breast in his left hand, massaging and squeezing it. Again he whispered, “I want your left hand here like this …” I happily obeyed and he rearranged my left breast to rest upon my arm then I felt his right hand slide down the front of my pants and his finger slipping through the slickness of my pussy right inside, “ … and your right hand here.” He moved his finger inside me for a few seconds then withdrew. I put my finger inside and masturbated myself while he took a picture.

His next move was to pull down the right side of my pants, so that my finger could clearly be seen penetrating my pussy and clicked his camera. He started pulling my pants right off and I told him, “If I’m going to be naked, So are you. Take those shorts off.” I wanted to see that bulge ‘in the flesh.’

He finished taking my pants off then stood in front of me and said, “You do it!”

My hands trembled as I knelt in front of him, loosened the top fastening then drew the zip down before pulling his shorts to his ankles. I couldn’t resist kissing the hard flesh in front of me and licking off the precum glistening on the proud head before removing the shorts completely.

“Just a couple more pictures to fill the card,” he said, stepping back and picking up his camera. He took one of me full frontal nude. The next and last, as I thought, pose was of me sitting on the edge of the table, legs spread wide and holding my pussy wide open. He clicked then examined the camera.

“Good,” he told me, “still room for another one pic. Stand with your back to me, legs apart … wider. Good! Bend right down and hold your ankles.” He stood behind me and rubbed his hand over my pussy which was streaming. He stepped back and I heard the camera click for a final time.

“Stay just like that, Mum,” he told me as he stepped behind me and thrust his hard prick all the way inside me. Grabbing hold of my hips he rammed in and out, bringing me to the fastest orgasm I’ve ever had, which was as well because he groaned, “Oh, Mum!” and I could feel his manhood pumping his seed deep inside me.

He slowly withdrew, turned me to face him and gave me a deep, tongue probing kiss which I returned with all my lust. “Shall we look at the pictures?” he asked, grabbing the camera. With arms arms round each other’s waists, we went up to his room, leaving our clothes scattered on the lawn.

Andy put his camera in its cradle as I drew up a spare chair and sat next to him, idly playing with his tool while he set up the slide show. He clicked through them all. They started so innocently but quickly got very sexy as my inhibitions melted away and he got more daring in the poses he put me in. We passed comments on them as they appeared, noting how the different parts of first my underwear then me were exposed. The last few looked positively indecent. They were hardcore porn!

His manhood was rock hard again by the time we finished looking at the pictures. He pulled me to him and gave me another heart-stopping kiss while making free with my breasts. “Your bed or mine?” he asked.

“Our bed,” I replied, leading him towards my bedroom. “From now we sleep together!”

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My Sister…All Mine Ch. 02

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I am not a man that lacks confidence but as I led my younger sister, Cynthia, through the hallways from her bedroom to my own I began to question my actions. I had just pinned my baby sister to the door of her closet, restrained her hands, and licked her pussy until she came all over my tongue. It was the the single most erotic moment of my life and if her body’s reaction was any indication Cynthia had enjoyed it as well. I’d heard her confess her secret desire to be taken forcefully, to have pleasure forced upon her, and though her obnoxious boyfriend had reacted in horror I had known I could give her what she needed. That I was the only one who could.

Still, Cynthia was young and I cared about her, about how she felt about what we’d just done. But, at the same time, I knew I would do anything to keep her, to make her mine forever. I had been looking for the perfect woman my whole life and had never realized she was sleeping right down the hallway. Once in my bedroom I closed and locked the door behind us and turned her to face me. She kept her head bowed, her lovely pale blonde hair falling to frame her face so I could see only a shadow of her beautiful features.

Reaching out to cup her cheek with my right hand I gently eased her face up until she was forced to look at me, to meet my eyes, and in her pale blue depths I could see her embarrassment. Whether it was over what I had heard her admit to or what I had done to her I didn’t know and didn’t care, the last thing I wanted was for her to feel any shame or embarrassment around me. What we had done was the ultimate taboo, I recognized that and also realized that I didn’t care, not one little bit.

“I love you Cynthia. What we just did was the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. I heard you confess your secret desire to your ex-boyfriend. I want you to tell me all of your desires, everything you have ever wanted to do or try. I will never judge you for them and am delighted that you have this wicked streak lurking behind your angelic face.”

As I spoke I eased closer to her until I could draw her flush against my body, her soft curves pressing into me causing me to wrap my arms around her and tighten my grip, wanting to feel more of her, harder against me. I felt her arms rise and slide slowly around my waist as she tentatively pressed herself against me. I knew she’d be able to feel how hard my cock was against her abdomen but I made no effort to Alanya Ukraynalı Escort hide it. I wanted her to know how much I wanted her. We stood there as we were for several long moments, holding each other, as if becoming accustomed to this new aspect of our relationship, when I finally heard her speak.

“I love you too Marcus and…thank you. What you did…it was so much better than my fantasy ever was. And…and I’m glad it was you.”

Her voice turned shy as she admitted that final secret and I could feel my cock throb in response. Drawing back until I could again see her face I smiled and lowered my head until I could capture her lips with my own. Her gasp of surprise mingled with pleasure filled my mouth as my tongue flicked out to tease over the soft folds of her lips before forcing them to part for me. Sweeping my tongue into her mouth she was quickly responding, sparring her tongue with mine and making these sexy little whimpers in the back of her throat. Her arms tightened around my waist and any concerns I had about what we had done melted away.

Finally breaking apart she was gasping for air, her kiss swollen lips parted as she panted softly, her breasts rising and falling beneath her shirt. Speaking of which, we were both wearing entirely too much clothing and sliding my arms from around her I began to swiftly undress her. I made short work of her clothing, tugging at it as if about to tear it from her body, an action that earned me a soft gasp that told me she enjoyed my aggressive actions. Finally she stood nude in front of me and I could only stand there and stare at her a long moment. She was stunning, utterly stunning, and my cock ached with my desire to spread her creamy thighs and fill her tight pussy to the limit.

She was slender but possessed an hour glass figure that gave her a woman’s delicious curves, her breasts pushing a large C while her hips flared out from a small waist. Her skin was soft porcelain perfection, her full breasts crested with pale pink nipples that begged for my lips and tongue. It took all of my will power not to grab her and fuck her then and there. Forcing myself to maintain some semblance of composure I instead began to unbutton my shirt while I toed my shoes off and kicked them aside. I had gotten three of the buttons successfully undone when Cynthia stepped forward, her hands rising to cover my own and halt my progress. Blushing Alanya Üniversiteli Escort gently at her bold action she drew my hands away and took over the task of unbuttoning my shirt.

The soft brush of her fingers against my chest as she finished with the shirt and slid her hands inside to run them over the hard planes of my chest was nearly my undoing. I take care of myself, I work out, and my body is a reflection of that, well muscled and defined without being disgustingly so. Her fingers explored every contour, palms brushing across my nipples until I hissed in response. She enjoyed my reaction to her, I could see it clearly in her eyes as she pushed the shirt from my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Lowering her hands to my pants she undid the belt buckle and began to unfasten the button and zipper that held them in place.

I was nearly holding my breathe at this point, wanting so badly for her to touch me, to caress my throbbing cock, but she took her sweet time pushing my pants and briefs over my hips and down to my thighs, my cock springing free so violently it slapped against her belly. Hands clenched at my sides as she examined my length while pushing my pants the rest of the way down my thighs so I could step free, leaving us both nude. I wanted her to look her fill, to be comfortable with my body, but the intent gaze she fixed on my cock did nothing to help my self control and when she slowly dropped to her knees in front of me I nearly lost it completely.

I said nothing as she took my cock in her hands. I make no claims of having a porn dick, but I have nothing to be ashamed of. Slightly bigger than average at about 8 inches it was the girth that most women enjoyed, my cock being slightly thicker than the average man. I knew what she was thinking and I didn’t say a word, not wishing to ruin the moment, the anticipation of what she was about to do causing my breath to come quick and harsh.

Then she leaned forward, her lips parting so that her tongue could dart out and caress the underside of my cock, and I groaned loudly, my cock twitching in response as a bead of moisture formed on the head. Parting her lips further she took the head of my cock fully into her mouth and my hands went to her head, threading in her hair as she slowly inched her way down on my cock until she had taken all that she could, her hands wrapping around the base.

Though Alanya Vip Escort obviously inexperienced I could tell she had done this before as her tongue flicked at the underside of my length, rubbing along the shaft before drawing her head back up. I let her get her lips to the head of my cock before using my grip in her hair to push it back into her mouth. I couldn’t stop myself as I began to thrust my hips gently against her, fucking her mouth wantonly as she used her hands and lips to work my length in perfect rhythm with every thrust. Looking down I watched as my cock disappeared between her lips, her teeth grazing my skin teasingly with every thrust.

Gritting my teeth I moaned every time she took my cock into her mouth, her tongue rubbing the shaft with every thrust, and soon I could feel my balls tighten. I knew I was about to cum and I tried to pull her head away but she fought me, forcing her mouth down onto my cock harder, faster, the head bumping against the back of her throat.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum…stop…”

I loved Cynthia and was unsure how she would feel about taking my cum in her mouth so I tried to spare her but she wouldn’t allow me to. Hearing me announce that I was about to cum she moaned around my cock, the sound and vibrations causing my moans to grow louder. My cock throbbed between her lips, those sexy little whimpers in the back of her throat sending shock waves of vibration of my length until I couldn’t withstand it any longer. My hands tightened in her hair and I gave several final thrusts into her mouth, my head falling back as a loud shout filled my room.

“Fuuucckkk!!!!”

Stream after stream of my cum filled her sweet mouth and she swallowed as much as she could before it began to run down her chin but she didn’t seem to care, her hands pumping the base of my cock as she continued to work the throbbing length until every last drop of cum had been milked from my shaft. Sliding her mouth free from my still semi-hard cock she used her shirt on the floor next to her to clean her face up before leaning in and using her tongue to do the same for me.

“Oh god baby…you didn’t have to do that,” I groaned as I finally released her hair and helped guide her to her feet. Drawing her in against me skin met skin as my hands skimmed down her back and cupped her ass possessively, pulling her intimately against me. She met my eyes, a blush still staining her cheeks over what she had just done, and so wantonly too.

“I wanted to. It was my turn, anyway.”

She pressed against me, rubbing her body against mine, and I knew then that my composed, shy, little sister harbored a lustful side that she had never shown to anyone before..until now. And she was mine. All Mine.

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Farewell to Celibacy Ch. 03

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I pay for a massage, with a (very) happy ending.

It was a typical suburban house in a typical suburban street in an Essex town called Woodford. As I had been requested, I left my car a hundred yards or so past number 42 and walked back. It was a well-kept house with a neat front garden, gleaming paint and sparkling windows. That made me feel good and gave me some faith in what Ben had told me on the phone.

“It’s a clean, tidy house; you will feel at home with me.”

“Hi you must be Christina,” the tall, quite good looking, grey haired, dark skinned man said when he opened the door. “I’m Ben.”

I walked in and we shook hands. The place smelt clean, he was clean, he hadn’t been leading me astray on that, which gave credibility to the other things he had claimed in the e-mails we had exchanged.

“Is it Christina or Chrissy?” He asked looking deep into my eyes sending pleasant shudders through me.

“Either, I don’t mind,” I told him.

He was about 50, he did have grey hair, he was slim and tall and quite good looking. That made me think the massage would be wonderful, that he would have the educated hands he claimed and that he would, in his words, “Ensure I had a wonderful time.”

But I wasn’t sure that he actually really offered what I was after. I thought he probably did, I guessed that he would make me cum, but I hadn’t been able to summon up the courage to ask him.

I followed him up stairs.

“OK Chrissy, you can change in here,” he said showing me into a small bedroom. “The bathroom is next door,” he added, leaving me alone.

There was a white towelling robe on the narrow bed, which I assumed I should put on. I stripped down to my panties. Should I keep them on or remove them, I wondered?

There was a knock on the door. “When you are ready, come across the landing, I’ll be waiting,” Ben said.

I knotted the tie on the robe, opened the door and went across the landing. Ben was standing just inside the front bedroom, which was dimly lit. There were several candles flickering and some soft music, probably Enigma, playing. Ben had changed clothing. Gone were the jeans and tee shirt. He was now wearing a shorty, silk dressing gown, which, like mine, was tied at the waist, but his was dark blue silk and ended mid-way down his thighs. Where the lapels gaped I could see his fairly hairy chest, the hairs varying in colour from black to silver. His lower legs were bare.

“Come in Chrissy,” he said, holding the door open for me.

He shut the door behind me and dimmed the lights even more.

I was surprised not to see a massage table, but instead there was a mattress on the floor covered by a large towel.

“Yes we don’t use tables,” he said guessing, or seeing my surprise, it’s more relaxing on the floor.”

“Ok,” was all I could manage.

“For both of us, he added, taking hold of my elbow. “Would you like to lie on your front first, Chrissy?”

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do about the robe, so I hesitated, with my hands hovering by the bow. He turned his back and picked up a couple of towels from a pile on a table.

“Yes take that off please.” He said in a rather officious tone.

I laid down as instructed, oddly pleased that he averted his gaze. The mattress was soft and warm; it was pleasant to lie on and quite relaxing. He knelt beside me and covered my body in two or three warm towels. It was just like being in a regular, straight spa. If it hadn’t been for the way he was dressed I would not have even thought that there might be the ‘other services’ I wanted.

He started on my back by peeling the towel back a little and pouring a warm oil between my shoulder blades. He massaged me fairly deeply all over my shoulders. It felt good. That finished, he repeated the exercise with each of my legs. Each time merely rolling the towel back to expose the part that he was about to massage and, with both legs, tucking the top in a little round my bum. I was beginning to worry that maybe I had read the situation incorrectly and that this was just a straight massage, so similar was it to all the spa treatments I had experienced.

But then it changed.

I felt him roll a towel exposing my lower back, waist and the top of my bum, just where it starts to flare up into the two mounds of flesh. He poured oil onto the small of my back and started massaging that and my waist. His hands were sliding a few inches up my back all round my waist and onto my hips then back and just up the swell of my bum. It was gorgeous. I could feel the sides of his hands keep pushing against Alanya Sarışın Escort the towel that was draped over my bum, moving it down a little. It felt as though it had moved quite a way, but in reality it was only inches.

“Feel good Christina?”

“Mmmmmm, very nice,” I groaned back, finding speaking difficult with my head resting on my arms.

I felt the towel over my bottom being lifted.

“May I?” he asked.

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but in any case I murmured. “Yes.”

He removed the towel.

“Oh Chrissy, what have we here?” He asked, obviously referring to my panties.

They were dark blue, lacy, hipster shorts, cut acutely across each cheek of my bum.

I didn’t reply, I had no idea what to say.

“Very pretty, very nice,” he said as I felt his fingers run over them.

Nothing happened for a moment or two. I simply lay there as Ben, presumably, simply stared at my bum. That excited me. It played to my new-found sense of exhibitionism: I may even have slightly wiggled a little.

“Very nice and very sexy,” he went on quietly, resting a hand right on my cheek. That excited me even more, but nowhere near as much as his next words did. “But also, very unnecessary.”

He didn’t ask, he simply assumed and took over; that also thrilled me.

“Lift up a little,” he said quietly as he slid his fingers into the waist-band.

“Fuck he’s taking my knickers off,” I thought, as I did as he asked and lifted myself up. And that is exactly what he did, took my knickers off. It was an amazing feeling to be lying there on that mattress, my eyes closed, the room dim with mystical music playing as this older man, kneeling beside me his bare leg, pressing against mine slid my panties down my legs. I knew that he must have seen all of my bottom and probably my pussy lips as well between the backs of my slightly parted thighs.

I knew then, with that most erotic of gestures that this was most definitely not going to be a straight massage. And from then on it wasn’t. His touch became softer, more of a caress than a massage, he went nearer to my more intimate places and his body came into more frequent contact with mine as I lay on that mattress on the floor in his house.

I felt him remove the towels covering my legs so that both of them were bare. He shuffled behind where my feet lay on the mattress and took hold of both of my ankles. Without asking, he pulled them apart, wider and wider. He didn’t say anything at all but I suddenly got the most stringent charge of sexual arousal as I felt his fingertips brush up the inside of my left thigh, stopping just millimetres from where my pussy lie open, wet and waiting.

I felt his knees against the soles of my feet, he was pressing there as he caressingly massaged my inner, upper legs. Even in the dim light, he could not have avoided seeing my pussy lips, I wondered if they were glistening with my female excretions.

He lifted one foot. He caressed and massaged that, the ankle, my instep, the arch and each of the toes. That was surprisingly erotic. He lifted my foot further and pressed, quite hard, on the sole, massaging all over that and the ball of my foot. And then, he rubbed the bottom of my foot against the silk of his dressing gown; I was not sure, though what part of his body that was covering, well not at first that is. But then I gasped with sensation as I felt the bottom of my foot being pressed against what was obviously his bulge through the silk. He wasn’t erect, but there was some hardness there. It was such a charge, I loved it.

I felt him shuffle between my opened legs, his knees pressing against my legs, just above my own knees pushing them even wider apart. I knew he must be staring at my open pussy. His hands found my bum. He squeezed each cheek and rolled the flesh around, kneading and squeezing it and then pulling my cheeks apart. I could feel him leaning forward and then had I a fabulous sensation; one that I had never experienced before. I felt him blowing his breath firstly, along the crease between each cheek, then right on my bum hole and then all along the cheeks of my pussy. It was an amazing feeling and I couldn’t stop a deep grunt of pleasure slipping from my mouth as my entire body jerked and my bum wiggled at him.

“Nice?” He asked, moving his face away.

“Mmmmmmm,” I moaned back.

“Good,” he went on rewarding me by replacing his breath with his finger running softly right along the length of the crease in my bum.

I moaned and jerked again so intense and lovely Alanya Şişman Escort were the sensations he gave me.

Then he moved his hands up my body and started to massage my upper back, shoulders and neck. To reach them he moved deeper between my opened legs. Deeper, until the front of his knee touched my pussy. Another big jerk and moan from me. He pressed more firmly. I pressed back, he pressed more, I tried to close my legs round it, tried to sort of ride it, I suppose, but he stopped me.

“Not yet Christina,” he said in a rather schoolmasterly way as he kind of admonished me.

He moved away and said softly. “I think it’s time for your front now. Turn over please.”

It was so incongruous, I thought, that as I struggled my body over from my front to my back, he averted his eyes. He compounded this charade of being discrete by holding up a large towel, just as straight masseurs do, who are trained to avoid looking at the client’s naked bodies. But they only provide muscle relief, not the sexual pleasure I was expecting from him.

He laid the towel over me. It covered me from my waist to my ankles.

Laying there on my back, naked and covered in just a towel I got the chance to have a good look at Ben, my masseur. Kneeling beside me, he leaned forward and placed a pillow under my head, gently lifting my neck to do so: that was a nicely tender touch; I liked his gentleness and consideration.

I also liked the way the lapels had now slid very widely apart showing his hairy chest. It was open to his waist; there was no sign at all of a bloated stomach, in fact, what I could see above the tie, looked firm, taught and flat. Nice, I thought.

He shuffled from alongside me to behind my head, out of my view. Before he moved out of sight, though, and as he shuffled alongside me, the bottom part of his robe gaped. I wasn’t sure, but it looked as though he was naked under it. For some daft reason, considering I was here for him to give me sexual satisfaction, that seemed incredibly exciting and made me want to plunge my hands under that robe and grab at the bulge, my foot had experienced earlier.

As Ben gave me one of the loveliest scalp massages I had ever had, something I find immensely erotic even when performed by a straight masseur or a hairdresser, my mind was consumed with wondering whether he was naked under the robe. That seemed such an important issue. My mind was buzzing with curiosity and queries. Was he naked, was he hard, how big was he, was he circumcised and would he later offer to fuck me with it, or simply let me hold it? Would he present it to my mouth for me to suck and if he did what would he taste like?

Those questions had to remain unanswered though, at least for a while, for he had started to massage the front of my shoulders, along my collar bone. My eyes were tightly closed, but I knew he would have to be leaning forward from his kneeling position. I frequently felt the silk of his robe, probably the cuffs or elbows, brush across me face; a heady sensation indeed, silk is so sensual, I find. Then I opened my eyes and saw that it was not the cuffs or elbows, but the folds covering him beneath the waist, the part covering his, what I was sure would now be, his erection. I still couldn’t see that and how I stopped myself from reaching up for it, I have no idea. It is so unlike me, but I had such a desire to feel and stroke his cock that my body was exploding with want.

I closed my eyes again and gave into the feelings, sensations and emotions that Ben was creating in me. He certainly knew his stuff, both from a technical massage and an arousing a woman angle.

His hands were softly massaging that area between my collar bones and where the flesh became fuller as my breasts flared out from my chest. His fingers, for I think he was just using those now, were rotating in little circles, moving steadily downwards, although when he moved down a few inches he would then go back up again to near my collar bone. Down, then up, up towards my shoulders, down towards my breasts; up to nice feelings but not sexual and down to the erotic playground of my breasts and nipples.

But now, as his hands and fingers slid downwards, each time I felt them push against the towel, the edge of which was just where my breast flesh erupts from my chest.

And of course that meant two things.

One, that each time he pushed the towel, the edge moved up the swell of each boob and two that as he did that, so the edges of his hands touched that most sensitive flesh.

Although I knew, Alanya Sınırsız Escort or thought I knew, that soon my breasts would be bare and he would gaze at them, touch them, squeeze and caress and maybe even suck them, and although he, presumably, knew that as well, we both continued with the charade. The charade of pretence, the game of not knowing, the play of anticipation, building the suspense and creating the hope and expectancy of impending sexual delight.

I opened my eyes again. The silk of his robe brushed against my forehead as he leaned forward his hands on a downward sweep. I watched them go slowly nearer and nearer to my breasts. They rested against the edge of the towel, the sides of his hands and his little fingers were on my breast flesh, touching it, sending wonderful feelings through my body. The towel moved up each breast. It was now half way up each mound. I could see at the peak of each of them the outline of my nipples that were so aroused and erect they were making very evident indentations in the fairly heavy towelling material.

I so wanted that towel to go, to be removed, for Ben to slide it away so that my aching breasts were his to gaze at, adorn and do with as he wished. I was so fucking aroused and horny I was sure I would be up for anything.

But like the master arouser he evidently was, he didn’t rush, he didn’t hurry things; he continued building the momentum, keeping me in suspense and on the boil. Playing with me, knowing what I wanted and needed I am sure.

I closed my eyes again and revelled in the magic moments he was giving me. His hands touched the towel and the slope of my breasts again. They eased the cover further up the slopes of my boobs, which due to my supine position were slightly flattened, providing a less extreme incline.

Again and again it was edged up as again and again he leaned forward his robe caressing my face his hands touching my boobs. I desperately looked to see if I could catch a glimpse under his robe, but the angles were not right and, in any case, the room was too dim for me to see. I could not indulge my voyeuristic desire by seeing his prick, but I could certainly indulge my hedonistic needs by loving the touch of his hands on my flesh. The question my mind was now grappling with was, if and when I would be able to fulfil my exhibitionist instincts and have Ben see my naked breasts and swollen nipples.

It didn’t take long for the edge of the towel to climb the mini mountainside of my breasts and for it to sit precariously right on their flame tipped peaks. His hands now had more skin to flitter across. They had the expanse from the top of each orb to just before each nipple. Three to four inches of super-sensitive flesh that he was lightly stroking, caressing, touching and massaging. I was squirming my bum a little, crossing and uncrossing my legs and gripping the towelling covered mattress with my fingers. My breathing was heavier, my eyes were shut tightly and my mouth was slightly open; probably I was groaning and moaning quietly. And then I felt it, then it happened, then, suddenly my breasts were free, they were uncovered, they were bare, they were available and they were ready for him.

I didn’t actually feel the towel being removed, but then I realised it hadn’t been. Ben had taken the simple expedience of sliding his hands under it, of running them up each boob, of opening his hands up and cupping my tits in his hand.

The grunt that escaped from my mouth was almost animalistic, my body trembled, and I writhed my bottom and arched my back pushing myself against his hands. It was fantastic.

“Oh yes,” I sighed as he squeezed and rolled my tits around. He pinched my nipples; he pulled them and pressed them. He pushed the two orbs together squeezing them into one mass of tit flesh, pushing his fingers into the crevice between them.

The towel did come off then and my boobs were bare. Not just them I suddenly realised, but all of me. He had removed the other towels as well so that my entire body was exposed.

“Mmmm, lovely,” he murmured, bending right over me so the part of the robe covering his thighs and stomach pressed against my face obliterating my sight. His hands slid further and further down my body. Past my tits, over my lower chest, onto my hips, along my stomach, across my pubes and, with no hesitation at all right between my legs that I so willingly opened for him.

His fingers made a cursory caress of my pussy lips, they checked out my clit making my body, almost, convulse. I grabbed his hand and closed my thighs round it, shoving myself as hard against his fingers as I could.

And like that he made me cum. Not once but several times, several wonderful times.

He held me as I came down from my orgasm, comforting me and stroking my hair. But not once did I get see or feel his cock. I never even knew whether he did have an erection.

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Fantasy = Reality in the Oral World

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It was a special Friday night, just six short months after we had been together. Jean’s son was away on a school trip and we both had the night off from work. Jean had cooked a wonderful supper, and after dinner while I was cleaning up the kitchen and doing the dishes she jumped into the shower, to get ready for our special night, the first night we have had alone, together, in the last three months.

After I had dried and put the last dish away, I went into the our bedroom and found the special present that I had bought for her. In our past love making sessions she had mentioned how much she enjoyed using toys during sex, and how much she missed the ones she had to get rid of when she moved. The day before, I went to the local adult book store and bought a eight inch by three inch dildo. I thought this present would spice up or sex life. I was finishing putting the batteries into the toy when I heard the water quit running and heard Jean humming a pleasant tune. Quickly, I put the vibrator under my pillow, until I could spring my surprise on her.

Stepping out of the bathroom, her red, blond hair wrapped in a towel and a body towel wrapped around her, she came up to me and gave me a deep sensuous kiss. “I am so glad we finally have a night to ourselves,” she said after breaking our kiss, then she proceeded to the bedroom, closing and locking the door. It was my turn to use the bathroom for a quick shave and shower. Upon finishing up in the bathroom I stepped out to find Jean waiting for me, laying on the couch in a purple lace teddy.

Jean, at 5′ 7″ and 145 lbs. was not the most curvaceous woman on the world, but she had one asset that turned heads of both men and women, her chest. She had a 38 DD chest, and in the teddy she was wearing they stood proud from her chest, but, my favorite thing about Jean was not her chest but her legs and ass. Jean was a nurse at the local hospital, and from being on her feet all day, and going to the gym and working out four times a week, she had well toned legs and a firm sculptured ass, which were accentuated by the teddy she was wearing.

I disappeared into the bedroom, and slipped into a g-string that I had also picked up for this special occasion. Walking out into the living room Jeans eyes got as big as saucers when she seen the first of her two surprises of the night. I sat down next to her, and she instantly put her arms around me, snuggling up into my bare chest. We were just enjoying holding each other, snuggling, just enjoying each others company with no kids around.

Jean started to rub my chest, running her fingers through the hair, something that just drives me wild. I leaned over and started nibbling on her neck, kissing ever so gently. Licking her neck, working my way to her ear, where I started blowing soothingly, whispering sweet nothings to her. Jean has very sensitive ears, and it was just like touching her “on” button. Her hand start to rub lower and lower, moving from my chest to my belly, then to my thighs.

I quit kissing her ears, and gave her a deep sensuous kiss, moving one of my hands behind her head and the other to her ample chest. I started caressing her bodacious boobs, circling her aureoles, tweaking her fast hardening nipples. Jeans hand were not idle either, she kept one hand caressing my thighs, and put her other hand back on my chest.

As things started heating up, we decided to move our activities to the bedroom. I followed her into our room, holding her hand and staring at her voluptuous ass. Once in the room, Jean lit half a dozen or so candles, as I closed the blinds, and turned back the bed sheets. Neither one of us needed outside music as we would soon be making our own sweet sounds.

I found the bed first, laying down on my back, relaxing, while I watched her finish lighting the candles. The soft glow cast over her, making her look like an angel. When she joined me in bed, she put her head down on my chest, immediately kissing my chest with light little pecks. She started trailing her kisses lower and lower, as I reached down and started running my fingers through her reddish blond locks. When she reached my thighs, she grabbed my g-string with her teeth and started tugging them down my legs. I lifted my hips up, helping her with her goal. When she got them to my feet, I kicked them off, and Jean immediately started kissing her way up my legs, alternating between one then the other. She reached the apex, and teasingly started to lick the inner most part of my thighs, driving me wild.

Tantalizing slowly, she began to work the tip of her tongue over my balls, lightly licking from one to the other. On one trip between the two balls, she stopped in the middle and started licking up the vein, until she reached the helmet. Taking her tongue she rimmed my head, once, twice, three times, and on the fourth time, she licked up the top of the helmet and stuck the tip of her tongue in my little hole, licking up my sweet tasting pre cum.

An Alanya Olgun Escort instant after licking me dry of my pre cum, she engulfed my whole seven inches of manhood. As she reached the base of my cock she stuck what bit of her tongue out she could and tickled the tops of my balls, sending a shiver up my shaft that continued all the way to the top of my head. When she brought her tongue back in, she started humming very quickly, while at the same time slowly moving her lips back up to the top of my dick. My toes curled, my legs straightened, and goose bumps appeared all over my body as I was fighting back the greatest sensation I have felt in the last three months.

For the next ten minutes she continued her ministrations on my manhood. Deep throating me, humming on both the down and up strokes. Licking down my shaft, taking my balls into her mouth. A few times, she would lick the line in the middle of my sack back toward my tight hole. The last time she was kissing my hole, she took her hands and spread my cheeks, and stuck her tongue into my sensitive bung hole. When she finally worked her way up to my dick head, she took just the head into her mouth and hummed her happy tune, this time I couldn’t hold back, I tapped the top of her head letting her know I was about to cum. She cupped my balls, feeling me tighten up, she lightly stroked me, helping the cum up my shaft into her waiting mouth. My first shot filled her up, when the second one started shooting she pulled away and let it hit her in the eye, with the third shot hitting her in the cheek, and the fourth and final one landing on her lips.

With out swallowing, or wiping the cum off her she crawled up my body, slipping her teddy off in the process. When she reached my head she bent down and gave me a deep tongue kiss. Unwittingly I stuck my tongue into her mouth, not realizing she hadn’t swallowed my cum. At first taste I winced, then I started to enjoy the taste, realizing it wasn’t so bad, I could see why she enjoyed swallowing my cum. When she ended our kiss, I was a bit disappointed, as I wanted to taste my own cum some more.

I didn’t have to wait long though, she bent back down, this time offering me her cheek. I stuck my tongue out and started to lick the big glob of cum that was stuck to her. This had a little sweeter taste, maybe since it wasn’t watered down from Jeans talented mouth. It wasn’t long, before it was gone. “MMMMMMM, it seems that you like the taste of your own cum!?”

“I wasn’t sure about it at first, but when you didn’t give me time to think about it, I just dove right in, and started to enjoy it. The cum on your face was much sweeter then the cum in your mouth. That must be what it taste like to get it right from the source.”

I didn’t wait for an answer, I started kissing her again, first just a light loving kiss on the lips, then caressing her cheeks with my lips. Heading south, the kisses became more lustful as they reached her chest. Pushing her breast together I began to lick one nipple, then the other, but not before my face was devoured by her cleavage. When I came up for air, I went back to work on her nipples, this time I started to suckle on a nipple while pinching the other.

After I had finished nibbling on her nipples, I looked up, and seen that her eyes were rolled back, and I could see she was lost in lust. When I took a free hand and started to trail it down her belly to her thigh, she let out a slight gasp as I tickled the inside of thigh right next to her pussy. The journey of my oral pleasure only half over, I started nibbling my way down to my ultimate goal. When I passed her belly button, I stuck my tongue in and swirled it around for just a brief moment. As I did that, she reached down and started rubbing my head, and moaning a bit more.

When I reached her pussy lips, I blew a sweet puff of air on them, bringing out a very audible moan. ” Please stop teasing me and just eat me,” she said.

Not wanting to disappoint her, I took the tip of my tongue, and flicked her clit a few times, before taking a long, anguishing slow lick down her love lips. At the bottom, I flicked my tongue a couple times on each lip, while caressing her inner thighs with my hands. Jean continued rubbing my head while gently forcing my head into her crotch. Taking the hint, I took my tongue and plunged it in as far as it would go.

With my left hand I reached up and started to massage her right breast. My right hand snaking it’s way up her side, tickling her ever so gently. When my hand stopped at her shoulders she thought I was going to grab her other breast, but instead I reached under the pillow, and grabbed the second present that I had in store for her. Jean was so lost in what I was doing to her with my tongue, she didn’t notice me slide the vibrator from under the pillow. When I had the vibrator down where it belonged, I removed my tongue from her wet hole. She was about to protest until she Alanya Otele Gelen Escort felt my tongue tickling her clit. I was looking up at her, when I inserted the vibrator into her willing hole. Jeans eyes widened when she felt the foreign object in her, but they got even bigger when I moved the end piece turning it on. As the first vibration started tickling the inside of her love canal, she tensed up, for a few seconds, then relaxed with a loud ” OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH MMMMYYYYYYYY GGGGGGGGODDDD,” Then her hips started bucking and it was all I could do to keep my tongue on her clit. Reaching down I turned the vibrator up one more notch, she really started bucking and screaming. Finally she reached down and grabbed my ears and pulled me away from her wet sensitive pussy.

I left the vibrator in her juicy pussy, as I slid my way up her body. Kissing her passionately now, I reached down and removed the toy and instantly replacing it with my hard aching cock. Slowly pressing it inside her, inch by inch, letting her feel every bit of it, as it filled her to over flowing. When my hard cock bottomed out, I just lay there enjoying the feeling of her soft, tight love canal. As I started to pull out of her, I reached down and grabbed the vibrator and place the tip of it on her clit.

I began to slowly pump in and out of her while teasing her clit with the tip of the vibrating toy. I could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. Jean started to loose control, as she was thrashing around under me. I picked up my pace, fucking her harder and deeper. I turned up the vibrator to the highest level when I picked up my pace. At the feel of the ultimate vibration Jean let out a blood curdling scream, that I was afraid would elicit bangs on the walls from the neighbors. Jean started to orgasm so much cum started to shoot out of her pussy for the first time, since we have been together. Her body was shaking uncontrollably now, and she was screaming some sort of words that were unintelligible to the English language. With one last hard thrust deep into her now soggy pussy, she tensed up, her pussy muscles clamping around my dick she came so intensely that she sucked the cum right out of my dick. I tried to keep my shrinking dick in her, but with our combined juices it slid right out.

I leaned down in an attempt to give Jean a kiss, but she lovingly pushed me away, “sorry honey” she said between huffing and puffing, “but you just fucked the breath right out of me.” That brought a silly smile to my face, and a bit of a chuckle to both of us.

I figured if I couldn’t kiss the lips under her nose, why not give her sex lips a kiss. I got up on my hands and knees and turned around so my face was by her legs and my now limp dick was resting near her head. I had never had a cream pie before, but after enjoying my cum from her mouth, I wanted to bring her to another orgasm while enjoying both our juices mingled together.

I was a little tentative when I went in for my first taste of her cum filled pussy, seeing my own cum dribbling from her lips. I remembered what it tasted like on her cheeks and during our kiss, so I just stuck my tongue out and started lapping at the pool of cum that had accumulated on her lips. Jeans eyes flew open for the second time that night as she propped herself up to look at what I was doing.

“Damn Dave, you really must like the taste of your cum!”

“I love the taste, I wish we would have done this along time ago.”

“Now I know you like the taste, I think we will be doing more of that,” then she added, “Have you ever wondered what it would be like to taste another guys cum? I have always fantasized about watching a guy suck another guys cock.”

“I have never done anything like that before, but the thought of sucking another guys dick has crossed my mind before. Now knowing it would turn you on it is even more tempting” I replied.

With that being said Jean grabbed me and pulled me up beside her, and now it was time for a surprise for me, she had the now silent vibrator in her hand. “Let’s see how good you would be at giving head,” she said. Pointing the vibrator toward me, I needed no more encouraging, I ran my tongue around the fake head, circling the helmet of my first “cock.”

Looking up at her, I opened my mouth and started swallowing as much of it as I could. Making it only about half way down before my gag reflex started taking over, Jean said ” just swallow, swallow like you are drinking a glass of water.”

Following her instructions, I started going down on my fake cock, this time I made it a few inches farther. I started bobbing up and down now, every once in awhile I would pull completely off and start licking up and down the shaft. As if to show me what I should do while sucking and licking a dick, Jean was caressing my balls with her own hands.

“It looks like you are a natural cocksucker,” Jean said with a chuckle.

“Gee Alanya Rus Escort thanks, I think.”

I gave Jean one last passionate kiss, before pulling the covers up over us and snuggling up next to her. “I think we should get some sleep, we have all day tomorrow to continue what we started tonight.” Jean returned the kiss, closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Being hungry when I woke up, and waking up before Jean did, I decided to continue, where I had left off last night. I crawled under the sheets and started kissing her inner thighs. In the diffused light, I could still the dried love juices stuck to her pussy lips. I liked the taste of fresh cum, but I was a little hesitant about tasting our dried juices. Throwing caution to the wind, I dove in head first, slowly licking her out lips at first.

The dried juices weren’t the best tasting, but as she subconsciously started to get excited, and wet, the flavor started to return, which gave me more incentive to dive in farther with my tongue. Taking my hands and spreading her lips apart, I could see our combined love juices beginning to seep out. I stuck my tongue in without reservation and started to lap up as much as I could. When I couldn’t get my tongue in any further I began to flick, lick and suck as fast as I could. That is when I felt Jeans hands on the top of my head.

“Good morning sweety,” she said with a bit of quiver in her voice.

Stopping just briefly, I moved the sheet off her hips, looked up into her eyes, and said, ” Good morning to you to honey, I hope you like your wake up call.”

“Like it? I love it, I wish waking up could be like this all the time.”

While she was talking I had went back to eating out her still sperm filled pussy. Sticking a finger in her pussy, followed closely by my tongue. I continued my ministrations, getting her more hot and bothered with every passing minute. I took another finger and added it to her, while I used a finger from my other hand to start rolling her clit around. Jean started moaning, when I touched her clit. When I added a third finger, she went nuts, she started shrieking at the top of lungs, and thrashing around. Her juices were coming out so fast, I couldn’t keep up my lapping.

When she finally settled down, I removed my fingers from your love triangle, and crawled back up to her, and gave her a wet pussy flavored kiss. Jean just ate me up, she couldn’t get enough of the taste. She wanted more and more, so I fed her my fingers, one at a time, letting her suck off all her love juices off them.

By the time we had both calmed down, and decided to get out of bed it was 10 o’clock. From our talk last night during our sexual romp, I had come up with an idea to fulfill her fantasy of watching another man suck a dick.

“Let’s get dressed, I have another surprise for you.”

“I have to take a shower, do my hair and makeup…”

“Hold on, hold on,” I interrupted. “Go ahead and put some make up on, and do your hair, put on the little sexy mini skirt and blouse outfit you have, but I want you to go out just the way you are, all sexed up and ready for more.”

Jean looked at me with a puzzled look, “what exactly do you have planned for us today?”

“You will just have to wait and find out, but I can guarantee you, you won’t be disappointed.”

I got out of bed, and went to the kitchen to start some coffee, while she started getting ready. Dropping off the coffee to her in the bathroom, I proceeded into the bedroom to get ready for our little adventure. Slipping my g-string back on, I put on a real loose fitting pair of pants, and a skin tight silky shirt.

When Jean came into the bedroom, she was wearing a sexy pair of panties and bra set. I whistled at her, “Wow those are some sexy undies, but you won’t be needing them,” I told her. Again she looked at me with a puzzled look, but without saying a word she did a little striptease for me.

I wanted to fuck her right then and there, but I know if I started anything, we would never get to the adult book store and I would loose my nerve that I had built up. I gave her a quick peck on the cheek and walked out into the living room, waiting for her to come out dressed and ready. When she did appear, I got an instant woody, she looked so sexy. I was hoping I could get her into the store without some guy mauling her.

Out in the car, she finally asked…”So, Dave, where are we going all dressed up and smelling like sex?”

I just looked over at her, blew her a kiss and kept driving. Five minutes later, we where pulling into the parking lot of the adult bookstore “Paradise by the Red Light.” “OK now I know WHERE we are going, but my next question is, What are we doing here,” she inquired.

“Well sweety, I have a little surprise in store for you today, and if after finding out what it is, don’t try to talk me out of it, because I don’t know if I will ever be able to do it again.”

“What is the surprise, so I know if I want to talk you out of it or not,” Jean asked as we were walking into the store. I just pretended I didn’t hear her and walked up to the guy at the counter. Jean didn’t know what I was doing, as she was to busy looking around, as this was her first time in Paradise, as it is known around town.

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Fantasy in the Night

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Using soft and gentle caresses, he moved slowly up and down her voluptuous body. He was teasing her with his lips and tongue. He did not want to move to quickly, drawing out the pleasure so that she would have several orgasms before blasting his own tormented load of hot, sweet cum. He slowly moved his way down her sexy body. He wanted to kiss, lick and nibble every square inch of her. It was driving her crazy with passion.

He was playing with her beautiful breasts and nipples. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles from all the attention they were receiving. He would flick her nipples with the tip of his tongue, and then suck them into his mouth. He gently nibbled around her nipples bringing goose bumps to the surface. She grabbed his head and tried to get him to pay attention to her pussy, but he quietly refused. Told her that he wants to make her cum just from Alanya Suriyeli Escort the attention he was giving to her breasts. With a slight smile, he continued his efforts on her breasts. When he knew she was close, he flicked her clit with his thumb, soft and tender at first, then with more pressure as she started cumming. She was screaming in passion as she came.

He stopped long enough to allow her to catch her breath, and then he slid down her body, spreading her legs so he could look at her pussy. He saw the cum dripping out of her pussy and was beside himself not to bury his face there and lick and suck all of her sweet juice from her pussy. He gently kissed her clit and then decided to torture her some more by kissing and nibbling on her thighs, getting close to her pussy lips, only to move away. When he had her moaning again from the passion of the moment, he quickly dove in using his tongue to flick her clit and open her lips so he could get to the sweet nectar flowing out of her pussy and down Alanya Türbanlı Escort her ass.

He worked magic with his tongue up and down the outside of her pussy. He would flick her clit and then drive his tongue deep inside. She was rocking her hips, wanting him to go faster but he would not. He decided to do something different than he had before. He grabbed her legs, pushed them up, and licked gently around her asshole, getting all of her sweet nectar that had run down it. He gently rubbed his tongue on her tight little asshole and she moaned. Her tight asshole quivered under his ministrations. He went back to fucking her hot tight pussy with his tongue. She rocked her hips in time with his deep plunges, while he rubbed her clit with his finger. She came so hard this time that she shot cum all over his face. He smiled and began to lick her nectar from his face, and then began to lick her clit again. She moaned repeatedly while he licked her clit and pussy.

While he was licking her clit and Alanya Ucuz Escort pussy, he began to rub her asshole with his thumb; her asshole opened a little allowing him to put the tip of his thumb inside. She began to moan and move her hips, but he had another idea. He made her roll over onto her stomach, putting pillows under her hips to allow him to better see what he was doing. Once she was propped up the way he wanted, he began to lick her asshole again. She started moaning almost as soon as his tongue touched her asshole. He pushed his tongue deeper into it and she relaxed even more. When he had her quite open with his tongue, he shoved three of his fingers into her pussy and finger fucked her pussy while tongue fucking her ass. She screamed out in complete ecstasy and came repeatedly on his fingers and tongue.

When she had caught her breath again, he came up behind her, grabbed her hips, and rammed his cock deep into her tight pussy. He moved his cock in and out slowly at first, building up the rhythm while he slowly inserted a finger into her ass. She quivered in pleasure from the fucking that she was getting, moaning and screaming when he thrust his cock and finger deeply into her body. He kept thrusting in and out until she orgasmed again before finally releasing his hot and steaming cum into her throbbing pussy while fingering her ass.

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My Sister and I Finally Fuck

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After the generally positive response to my last submission to Literotica, where I told you all about the first time my sister milked me, I have been thinking about the next chapter that I should tell you all about. This Saturday, I was alone in my bed (as I write this on Saturday afternoon, my sister is coming round this evening for a meal out in a local restaurant and some fucking after, obviously) so I had an opportunity to think about what to write. I came to the conclusion that I should tell you all about the first time we actually fucked. So here goes. I hope you enjoy it. It is a bit longer than my previous ones but I wanted to give the tale of our first fuck the justice I feel it deserves.

After that first wanking by my seductive sister, we carried on meeting for the next few weeks . This mainly entailed catching up on a Monday for lunch, both of us escaping from our offices for a quick meal. She stuck to her word and always turned up in stockings, suspenders and invariably a rather short skirt. With limited time, we would enjoy our meal (GBK, pizza express etc) and then quickly head to a stairwell in Canary Wharf (close to the DLR station) for a quick tease. My sister would stand on the step up from me and rub her stocking clad leg into my crotch, the pair of us kissing deeply. I could only take so much before we would have to break and go our separate ways and return to work, though I often left with a tale-tell damp spot on my suit from my pre-cum. We also continued to meet up on a Friday night. Now I know you are wondering why we didn’t go to the next incestuous level and actually fuck? Well, as I said in my last submission, I was going through a divorce and so would have been awkward for me to not return home of a night. Plus, handjobs were one thing. To actually move to fucking was a big step for both of us (don’t get me wrong, we both wanted it but knew the significance of what it would mean).

Finally we agreed that the best way to fulfil our desires was to go away for a weekend. By this time we had both realised that we loved my Sis showing off her stockings tops out in public. I loved the thrill of being with a woman showing so clearly that she was wearing sexy underwear. We thought to add extra spice by actually booking a weekend away as brother and sister and she suggested we book a weekend cookery course. This turned me on no end. We both love cooking and the idea of us having a weekend away with other people added an extra tease. We rang the cookery school and booked two rooms. I spoke to reception first to book my room and then told the young lady on the other end that I would pass the phone to my sister to book hers. I got a kick doing this as my other hand felt my sister’s stocking straps through her skirt. Having finally booked, we now just had to wait for the fateful weekend to arrive…

I sat in the coffee shop at the station, waiting for Sis to arrive. I didn’t know what she would be wearing but she did say I would love it. I only had a couple of more minutes waiting before Sis walked in. I exhaled involuntarily as she strutted towards me. On her feet was a brand new pair of white stilettos (I love patent high heels), her legs encased in black nylon, around her hips swayed a short white skirt, a belt cinched her waist whilst the look was complete with a white top. Bloody hell, she looked stunning, wearing all the things I loved. The white outfit contrasting with the dark stockings was just perfect in my eyes. Of course, I still had to check on the colour of her suspender belt but I would do that the first opportunity I got.

“Pick your jaw up, Bro! I guess you like?” She propped up her wheelie case and did a little pirouette. Her short skirt flared out and gave me a clear glimpse of the intricate pattern at the top of her stockings. She had excelled herself.

“I love it. You look magnificent. Want a coffee?”

“No, I checked the boards and we can get on the train. Besides, you’ve brought champagne…you did remember, right?”

I smiled. She had promised to wear a sexy new outfit if I brought the champagne for the train journey. “Of course.”

I gathered my stuff and deliberately dropped a couple of metres behind so as to let my sister lead the way to the platform. This afforded me the chance to admire just how daring she had been. Each step prompted that white skirt to sway, revealing those stocking tops. I suspected it wouldn’t take much to get those stockings a little lower so that I could glimpse the creamy flesh of my sister’s thighs above those stocking tops. I looked around and saw a few ogling glances from men, disapproving looks from women. I caught my sister up as we got to our platform. “We are near the back of the train.” I said.

We found our carriage and my sister lifted her case onto the train before stepping up. She is quite short and so took a big step. Bingo. I was treated to a little show of flesh. This really was going to be a great weekend and Alanya Esmer Escort it really felt as though we were going away for a dirty weekend, albeit an incestuous one. We found our seats, I handed my sister the plastic bag with the champagne and two plastic glasses and put our luggage in the rack above our head.

We soon settled down and it wasn’t long before the train pulled away (on time!). Once the train was moving, I leaned in and whispered, “You really do look fantastic. I love the white skirt.”

“I bet you do!” She smirked before putting her hand behind my head and pulling it the last few inches so our lips met and we kissed hard. My hand instinctively went to her thigh, felt the smooth stocking and stroked upwards. My sister pulled away “Tut, tut, not yet!” She playfully slapped my hand away. Having teased me visually getting to the train, she now wanted to tease my physically. Well, we had all weekend, I could wait (in all honesty, the teasing only served to heighten my burgeoning arousal).

“Well let’s drink to our weekend.” I reached for the champagne, removed the foil and grabbed the cork. The carriage promptly rang with the pop of the cork and I filled both our glasses.

“A toast. To you and me having a very special weekend”. We both knew what the emphasis my sister put on the word ‘special’ meant. “I’ll drink to that,” then a little quieter, “my naughty sister.” We clinked glasses and drank. We continued to drink as the journey made its way to the South West of England. At every opportunity, my hand strayed thigh wards, always to be met with a “cheeky!”, “Easy!” or a “Tut, tut.” If there was one thing I had learnt since that first fateful pub encounter, it was that my Sis knew exactly how to tease me to the point of complete and utter distraction. I was already filled with lust and that was exactly her intention by wearing such an outfit and denying me the pleasure of feeling her flesh.

Once we arrived at the station, it was a simple matter to walk to the cab rank and get a taxi to the cookery school accommodation. As my sister strutted her stuff to the first available cab, I could almost sense the eyes of each of the cab drivers glued to the titillating sway of her white skirt. I doubt they often saw such provocative displays on a late summer’s afternoon. Sitting on the train for so long had definitely forced my sister’s stockings to slip and the lacy tops were on constant display. I loved the look and the attention she was getting. The taxi driver couldn’t wait to get out the car to help my sister with her case, though I think he made an error as I quickly imagined her in my mind bending over the boot of his car to put the case in the back and the view that would have afforded the whole rank. Still, he got an eyeful as he opened the side door and my sister slid into the back seat. Her skirt rose and sure enough, stocking top, suspender strap and white thigh were displayed. It wasn’t just her brother she was now teasing with this show!

We gave him the address and made small talk for the 15 minute cab ride before pulling into our destination. He practically sprinted round the car to open the door for my sister and his quick footedness was rewarded with another glimpse of the treasures she was wearing. I settled the bill but he hardly paid me any attention as he watched my sister walk towards the entrance of our residence for the next two nights. I quickly followed and arrived at the reception desk.

“Hi, we have a resevration. One room for Ms B***** and one room for Mr R*****. ” She told the receptionist, a young girl in her 20s.”We are here for the weekend cookery course.”

“Ah yes, of course. Ms B*****, you are in room 5, Mr R****, room 6. I presume this is your first time here?”

Before I could answer, my sister responded. “Yes, my brother and I have not been her before but are really looking forward to it. Isn’t that right bro?” My voice stuck in my throat momentarily. The champagne we drank on the train had obviously emboldened my sister as I had not expected her to refer so casually to our relationship. Here was my sister, dressed for a dirty weekend, casually giving voice to our secret. Well, the brother/sister bit, not the incestuous part. All I could muster was a croaked response. “That’s right.”

“Well, there is a welcome drinks and canapes session in forty five minutes down here. Your rooms are on the first floor, via either the lift or stairs over there.” She handed us our room cards with a smile.

Once again I let my sister lead the way and could only imagine what the receptionist was thinking if she was watching us go. As I joined my sister in the lift and the doors closed, I could finally give voice. “Bloody hell Sis, that was brazen!”

“Ha, don’t pretend you didn’t get a thrill? I know I did.”

I suddenly felt like a prude and laughed. If she was going to behave like this for the whole weekend, it was Alanya Eve Gelen Escort going to be very interesting. The lift made the short journey and the doors pinged open.

“What’s the plan?” I enquired.

“Well, I think you need to spend a little time alone thinking about what exactly we are going to be doing in only a few hours.” Her eyes twinkled in that mischievous way they often did when she was teasing me. “I’ll knock on your door in 40 mins.” And with that, she was off to her room. I could only stare in unabashed lust as she let herself into the room, blew me a kiss and closed the door. This was going to be the slowest 40 minutes of my life.

I let myself into the room and did the usual things one does. Left my case in the corner (I am man, I don’t bother unpacking), checked the bathroom and then put on the tv to see what channels there were. Though I knew the TV was on, I really didn’t take much in as all I could think of was my sister in the room next door. When she finally knocked on my door, I leapt off the bed and opened it. She had touched up her makeup but was otherwise unchanged.

“Let’s take the stairs.”

I pulled my door shut and saw that she had done something to her outfit. She had adjusted her stockings to a more modest level so the tops were no longer on wanton display.

“You pulled your stockings up.” I said, like a sulky teenager.

“Well, you’ll just have fun trying to get them lower again!”

We made our way to the meet and greet room, where we were introduced to our six fellow cookery schoolers, who were a mix of ages and sexes. In the middle of the room was a circular table with an assortment of nibbles. We were told to help ourselves and then we would do introductions. At one point during this little social event, my sister leaned over the table to select an item of food. I was stood opposite but a man, of similar age to me, was sat behind where she was leaning and his eyes practically popped out of his head. I knew exactly delights he must be viewing. Her skirt would have ridden up and I suspect he would have seen the complete ‘works’. I don’t know whether she did this intentionally but it turned me on, knowing he was seeing exactly what she was wearing for me, her own brother.

I’ll be honest and confess that I couldn’t really focus on the next hour and was relieved when the host said that we could all go and do our own things for the rest of the evening. We made our farewells and walked to the lift.

“Let’s take the stairs.” My sister suggested. I think she wanted one last chance to tease me. I followed her up the stairs and the view was fantastic. I quickly glanced behind me, saw there were no witnesses and ran my hand up her skirt. It cupped her arse cheek as she climbed the stairs and it felt so cool and smooth to my touch.

“Let’s go to your room.” I was not going to argue and opened the door to my room and let us in. The door was barely shut before we grabbed each other and kissed hard. I’d been wanting to kiss her since we’d left the train and at long last I could. She backed up against the door and as we kissed, my hands fully explored her body. With all the teasing and build up to this moment, my cock felt rock hard in my trousers. We broke contact as I pulled off my shoes and started to undo my trousers. Simultaneously, my sister pulled down her skirt so that she could easily step out of it. Quick as a flash, she removed her top and there she was, stood in front of me, in all her glory. That curvy body clad in black bra, suspender belt and black nylon, the high heels she had kept on accentuating her legs. As I struggled to undo my shirt buttons, she stepped forward.

“Let me help you silly.” Her hands, with those immaculate red nails, hooked into my trunks. Before easing them down my legs, she crouched down and kissed the pronounced bulge within. She knew how turned on I was and finally eased the trunks over my cock, allowing it to spring free at last. She looked up at me, a hint of a smile on her lips and slowly took my cock head into her mouth, looking at me the whole time.

“Oh Sis.” My hands reached for her head and ran my hands through her hair as she took more of me into that sweet mouth. The pleasure was divine (well sinful!) and my legs began to shake with the sheer pleasure. She let my cock slide in and out a few times, taking it a little deeper each time. I could feel the seed in my balls beginning to ‘boil’. Giving a little slap on my bare behind, she withdrew my cock and giggled with unabashed pleasure. Here I was at last. Stood stark naked in front of my sister, her dressed to please. The handjobs and teasing of the last few weeks had changed my life but we were finally in a position to feed both of our darkest desires.

She pushed me back towards the bed until I felt it against my calves. One last push and I was forced to sit down on it. She took my face in her hands and leant Alanya Evi Olan Escort over to kiss me, simultaneously moving her legs to either side of mine. I felt a jolt of pleasure as the coolness of the nylons rubbed against my thighs. With my cock pointing upwards, my sister placed first one knee and then other onto the bed, straddling my legs, her pussy inches from my cock. I felt her hand take my cock and position it ready for what we were about to do. She slowly lowered herself and for the first time, my cock touched her bare pussy. It felt so natural to me and we both gasped as, with only a moment’s hesitation, she lowered herself further and my cock slid so easily into her wet cunt. The sexual pleasure I felt was nothing I’d ever experienced before. I felt as though I was ready to explode with desire and I let out an involuntary grunt as my sister finally bottomed out and I was fully encased in her cunt. We sat there stock still, both of us savouring the moment.

Inevitably, the wanton desire overtook both of us and we began to slowly fuck. My sister raising herself up, almost letting me withdraw before sliding back down again and welcoming me fully back inside. Our rhythm increased in intensity until my sister was raising herself up and then dropping back down on my cock like a stone. The room was filled with the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin. It was like a perfect dream, my sister fucking me with an intensity that was driving us close to the edge. To regain control, my sister suddenly stopped, my cock sunk as deep as it could go. Through her panting she said. “This feels so good Bro.” I could only nod my head in agreement. The sensation of the pair of us being joined as one, in that moment, was perfect. We kissed, savouring the taste and feel of each other, each getting our breath back, silent with our own thoughts. All I could think of was that here I was, my cock complete sheathed by my sister’s pussy. My completely bare cock.

Christ. My bare cock! The realisation hit me that I wasn’t wearing any protection and I had no idea if my sister was using contraceptive. It might seem weird but we had never actually discussed the ins and outs of safe sex.

“I’m not wearing a condom.” I said, the master of the bloody obvious.

“And I am not on the pill. Naughty, isn’t it?”

Before I had time to think of a response, she fell to the side on the bed, taking me with her, rolling me, until I was now on top. Her stocking clad legs hooked round mine, her hands grabbing my bum.

“Now you fuck me Bro.”

It was a command I was in no mood to resist and I started fucking my sister, driving my cock into her. We both started to grunt as each of us enjoyed the released lust of our rutting. I began to speed up, knowing full well that I was soon approaching that point of no return. I think my sister felt it to, as her legs gripped me ever more firmly. One of my hands grabbed her thigh, squeezing it before forcing its way into her stocking top. One of her suspender straps pinged loose as we became more frenzied in our incestuous mating. If anyone walked past my room now and stopped to listen, there would be no mistaking the act that was taking place behind the closed door. That thought drove me to the very edge and I paused momentarily.

“Should I pull out?” I half croaked.

“Don’t you dare pull out, Bro. EVER!” She knew just the right thing to say and the enormity of what I was about to do was too much and I could feel my orgasm racing to the surface.

“Look me in the eyes as you cum Bro. I want us both to know exactly what we are doing.”

And with that, I looked into those eyes I had known all my life and came with an intensity I could barely contain. I tried to muffle my shout as I felt my cock explode, my baby batter pumping deep into my sister. All the day’s teasing by my sister had filled me with seed and I was now returning the compliment and pumping her full of my hot juice

“I can feel it Bro. So fucking hot. So much of it.” I emptied the last of my cum into her belly until I finally felt my cock begin to shrink. Not wanting to separate, my sister pulled me close and I gently lowered myself onto her so we could cuddle like lovers

As the last of my cum dribbled from my cock to complete the creampie, I realised she hadn’t orgasmed. I felt guilty that I was the only one that had truly reached the heights of pleasure. “You didn’t cum Sis”

She released a joyous laugh and I knew then that she’d ‘forgiven’me. “Well, you better recover quickly and put that right!” I kissed her. I had every intention of making sure my sister would enjoy her orgasm and I knew that in the coming weeks and months, we would truly get to know each other’s bodies…

Well, I did warn you at the start this was a longer read but I hope you stayed with me till the end and got at least some idea of the pleasure my sister and I gave to each other that weekend. At the time, I never really considered that the weeks and months would turn into years and yes, we still get the same thrill out of our fucking as we did that first time. As always, please leave a comment if you enjoyed the details of our first time and I will be motivated to regale you with another one of my incestuous memories.

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We’d only been married a short time, though we’d each been married before. And we’d made a promise to one another, both having suffered through the pains of rejection. Simply put, life was too short not to explore and enjoy our hearts desires.

I had told Carol early on that regardless of whatever fantasies she might have, I would do my level best to see that each and every one of them was fulfilled. Similarly, she had made that same promise to me.

It had started out as nothing more than a suggestion, but we both thought it might be fun to see where it led, see how it went. And if we held to our promises, then we both felt it would keep that fire, that passion we’d so missed knowing and having alive.

“So baby, what do you think?” she’d asked.

“I like it,” I told her. “But it will only work if we both commit to doing it,” I explained.

“I will if you will,” she purred suggestively. I was already becoming aroused at just the thought of doing this before we’d even begun.

“Ok, the blue slips are for you, the pink one’s for me.”

“Naturally’, I laughed taking the five neatly cut squares of paper Carol had made for me as she took five of the pink one’s for herself.

“Ron?”

“Yeah?”

“Not that you need any help doing this, but maybe we should fill them out naked, if we’re even more aroused, excited as we do this, then perhaps we’ll be more open and honest about what we put down.”

I liked her idea.

There were few rules, though there were some. We’d discussed these before hand, agreeing to honor them, otherwise we both knew this would fail. There would always be five slips of paper in the jar from each of us. If one was drawn, another must be written to replace it. Another being that we must both draw at least once a month, though frequency wasn’t an issue, something which had both made us smile and laugh wickedly.

Like kids anxious for presents, we pondered the concept of secret pleasures being shared. But the biggest rule perhaps, was in agreeing sometimes a fantasy was just that. A fantasy.

We agreed to be open enough, if indeed we were bold enough, to put our most secret desires on paper. It didn’t mean they would ever be realized. It was a built-in failsafe perhaps, just because Carol or I had a desire or wish, didn’t mean it would be the others. Nor that it would ever be fulfilled. It might in fact remain forever within the realm of our “fantasy jar” as we now called it. But it was also to be understood, don’t put in the jar what you don’t want to happen either.

Seeing her write, watching her nipples harden with obvious excitement as she did was a bit of a ‘mini’ fantasy itself. I enjoyed it whenever I could convince her to simply stay naked, even doing mundane chores around the house, and though she looked upon herself with imperfections, I saw none of those. Seeing only the beauty and allure that had caused me to offer her my heart and soul in the first place.

“What are you doing?” she asked taking notice of me as I sat staring at her. “I thought you’d have all of yours written by now,” she said with a flush growing within her cheeks.

I laughed. She was obviously aroused, whatever she had written, regardless of how simple, or perhaps how detailed her desires might be. The fact she was so willing to write them, in order to share them was a luxury I was enjoying and seeing.

“I’m still thinking,” I offered lamely, as though I didn’t already have a head filled with naughty little desires.

“Yeah right,” she grinned back. “Come on,” she coaxed anxiously, “We agreed Ron, we’d give this a try.”

I wasn’t having a problem with that, I had already made a promise to myself, no matter what she had written, no matter her desires, how silly, how ‘out-there’ or even how decadent they might be. I had vowed to myself, and silently to her, I would indeed fulfill each and every one.

Having said that to myself, I finally put pen to paper and began to share with her, even if it wasn’t to be known immediately my hearts most wicked thoughts.

#

We’d drawn cards to see who would go first, a precautionary measure from springing any planned surprises simultaneously, though the odds of that remote. Remaining flexible as well, swapping turns as it were should the circumstance or opportunity to do something thus taking precedence.

I had drawn her first slip, enjoying the curious look, which came into her eyes as I read it silently to myself. And though she knew it to be one of five that she had written, the secret of which remained with me as I digested her desire, already formulating its completion within my mind. I was grinning too. “This is going to be fun,” was all I said, as she grinned back, reaching into the jar.

Her first had been simple, perhaps a way of easing into the game. But it was never-the-less a fantasy, and I had every intention of ensuring it lived up to her every desire.

#

It couldn’t have been more perfect as it turned Alanya Fetiş Escort out, both unexpected, as well as perfectly timed. Carol had come home from work, an unusually busy day where she’d spent the better part of it on her feet. And, it had been a longer day than usual as well. I’d arrived home well before hand, the brief call she had made telling me she’d be home later than usual giving me the time and opportunity I needed to put things into motion.

Her first “fantasy” written into few words simply indicated, she wished to be pampered, taken care of, and pleasured. Sure…perhaps it left a lot of wiggle-room. I could have taken license with it perhaps as well, but written as simply as it had been, so did I believe a simple response to be the correct one as well.

She looked tired upon arriving home, and though giving me an affectionate greeting and kiss, headed upstairs almost immediately after to change. I followed. Slipping off her shoes, she turned seeing me standing beside her even as she reached to begin unbuttoning her blouse.

“Let me,” I said simply replacing her hands with my own.

“I need to shower,” she responded. It was a polite way of letting me know if I wanted to…she would. But also that she needed some time, some time to gather herself. Time to relax if indeed there was to be any intimacy between us.

I said nothing, only smiling as I continued to unbutton her blouse, slipping it off her as she then automatically reached behind to remove her brassiere. “No,” I said softly. “Let me.”

Again she acquiesced to my request, finally smiling, though again more politely than annoyed. She was never annoyed with my attentions, never that. But tired was tired, and that she told me in her simple look as she gave into my request.

I removed her bra. Then lowered my hand to unzip her skirt, turning it, then watching it fall around her feet as she stepped from it, once again her hands automatically reaching for the black satin panties she wore. My hands again replaced hers, wordlessly this time as she allowed me to pull them down, once again stepping out of them as she placed her hand upon my back for support. “Just give me a few,” she spoke softly. That need to relax so clearly etched within her face, the tone of her words, though the promise of ‘coming around’ when she had spoken being given within the same phrase.

Carol headed for the bathroom, and once again I followed. This time she shot me a brief though annoyed look. “I have to pee,” I explained giving reason.

Carol’s hand reached the door opening it, as she stepped into a whole new world.

It was already lit with at least two-dozen softly burning candles. The bath still exquisitely hot as I’d gauged her arrival perfectly. She turned smiling even as I crossed the room to press play on the CD player, filling the room suddenly with the sounds of soothing soft music. Beside her, the bath steamed with pyramids of bubbles still waiting. Gingerly, she slipped one foot into the near scalding hot water, allowing herself to adjust to it, beaming now as she turned, grinning.

“God I love you!” she stated, her look now not quite so tired, certainly far from annoyed.

Easing herself into the hot tub, she pulled the bubbles towards her like a comforting blanket, leaning back to relax as I joined her there, sitting casually on the toilet seat as I poured her a glass of wine.

I saw the exhaustion slowly vaporize away. The smile still spread across her face as she soaked, the bubbles playing peek-a-boob with her breasts. We sat for a time unspeaking, her eyes closed as the weariness finally soaked away. After a time, she sat up her hand reaching for the washcloth.

“Uh, uh,” I told her. “That’s my job.” I began to wash her back, soaping her first, massaging her neck and shoulders, rinsing, and then washing again. She leaned back, once again eyes closing as I began washing her feet, her legs, repeating the process over and over again though the effort certainly not needed for she was already squeaky clean merely from her soak. I ran the bar of soap now up between her legs, still watching her face, her eyes still closed in rapturous repose. Felt her spreading them slightly beneath the layer of snow-like white that yet hid her womanly treasures.

Though it was the bar of soap itself that first caressed, teased, sliding smoothly and easily up the openly displayed folds of her slit, it was my finger delicately probing as the soap now floated away which caused her to moan expectantly.

I now teased the tip of her clit with my finger, feeling her squirm. As she did, I watched the now rapidly flattening bubbles separate like breaking glaciers upon the high-seas as the furrow of her luscious femininity now came into view, the sight of my hand moments ago hidden beneath the surface, now erotically revealed as I continued to probe, stroking, even allowing my finger to trace an intricate pattern further downwards Alanya Gecelik Escort until coaxing, easing, and then sliding in… nearly as easily into the opening of her more than relaxed ass. “Oh fuck,” she purred soothingly. It wasn’t an urgent statement, but a very ‘caught by surprised’ relaxed one. I allowed my finger to wiggle in even further before introducing still yet another into her more than liquid quim.

There was no urgency to any of that either. Sitting on the edge of the tub though balancing somewhat precariously, I leaned over kissing her, the heat from her lips permeating the slightly cooler temperature of my own. It created an interesting sensation as cool met hot, her tongue flicking out to dance with my own as my fingers continued their slow agonizing assault of both pussy and ass. Though her body urged, coaxing if not imploring me to quicken my stroke, I refrained from doing so. Maintaining the same slow torturous caress that I’d begun with. As hoped and expected, I soon after felt her begin to tense, but not in of course in a bad way, but tense with hovering expectation as she lingered breathlessly on the precipice of orgasmic bliss. And still I continued to slow finger-fuck her, even as she began raising her pelvis upwards, the water now churning, beginning to slap playfully against the sides of the tub.

“Fuck…oh fuck Ron harder! Harder!” she begged. And still I did not. Still I continued that slow in and out motion of fingers, ‘twiddling’ them briefly as I probed before withdrawing, just as slowly, yet just as caressingly as when entering.

“Oh baby…oh baby!” she wailed suddenly, then came in a shuddering convulsion of such pleasure that the water appeared to be boiling.

Though the water had cooled considerably, and the once mountainous array of bubbles had now turned into spent remnants of wispy feather-like streamers floating atop the water, Carol remained soaking, still recovering from what had turned out to be one of the most powerful climaxes I’d ever seen her have.

“Be right back,” I half-whispered barely shaking her from her revelry. “Don’t go anywhere.” It was a compliment as I hurriedly left that she didn’t even bother to answer.

A precious few minutes later I returned, the terry cloth robe that I held still warm from the dryer. “Ready to get out?” I asked helping her up onto still as yet unsteady feet as she stood, slipping into the luxuriously warm robe. “And dinner is ready, whenever you are. I hope you’re hungry,” I said pridefully having made one of her favorite dinners.

I felt the exploratory caress of her hand as it slipped almost casually down the front of my shorts. “I hope it’s something that can be reheated,” she said nipping at my chest, her hands now busily engaged with my rapidly hardening cock. “Because right now baby, I’m hungry for something else!”

The reward of giving Carol the first of her fantasies went well beyond my own expectations. Soon after I lay in the twilight of unimaginable pleasure as her tongue, lips and mouth drove me to, and then beyond heights I had ever previously known.

# It had been a day of errands and shopping. Not that I minded doing that, because I didn’t. I enjoyed spending time, just being with Carol. And, she had a way of turning the mundane into something very, very special.

We’d nearly completed getting and doing everything we’d planned. The last stop, picking up a new DVD release for a movie we’d both been wanting to see. I was looking forward to an evening of entertainment, and popcorn. Although busy as was the case most weekends, I spotted someone pulling out just up a head much closer to the doors.

“No! Pull in over there!” Carol pointed all but grabbing the wheel. Half startled, I immediately cranked on the wheel parking the Jeep where she’d indicated. I thought perhaps she had spotted someone she didn’t want seeing her by the way she’d reacted. That was…until she grinned, reaching down already beginning to lift the tee shirt she’d been wearing over her head. “Surprise!” she smiled wickedly as the twin spheres of my own lusty desires spilled into view. And though my prick almost immediately took notice and began to grow, I couldn’t help but look around a bit nervously.

“Right here?”

“Right now!” she said matter of factly with absolute determination.

“Fuck!” I grinned glancing about me like weather radar suddenly gone wild.

Like a Banshee in heat, Carol tore at my belt, unzipping my fly. I would have been content to merely allow my cock to come free. But no, she wanted, needed more than that. As had I when I had first shared with her this very thought.

“Take them off!” she ordered, which I did. Now sitting with nothing on but a tank top, Carol leaned over a bit awkwardly perhaps, as her large magnificent breasts fought briefly with the gearshift as she sought for my straining cock with her mouth. I was looking everywhere at once, like some sort of cock-eyed Helia Alanya Genç Escort Monster.

Somewhat relieved, I noticed that there were several open spots between the Jeep and any other vehicle. As Carol drew my cock deeply within her talented mouth, I allowed my hands to roam freely cross the surface of those wonderfully smooth soft breasts. The hardness of her nipples pressing against the palm of my hand, my fingers soon rolling her right one as she bent, enjoying the thrill of doing so while she slowly gobbled the length of my shaft up and down.

I’d fought to keep my eyes open, somewhat startled to see another car pull in, though not directly adjacent to ours, only one parking spot away. I quickly glanced to ensure the top of Carol’s head wasn’t making a brief but frequent appearance over the edge of the doorframe, glancing back towards the new arrivals as a young mother and daughter stepped from their car. Sheepishly I sat staring at her, which she noticed. Unsure of what to do if anything, the grin I new that appeared on my face had to have looked bizarre to say the least. All I could think of to do was wave as though I knew them. I was a bit surprised when the young daughter waved back, smiling, even as her mother quickly took her arm jerking her in the opposite direction heading towards the store, though not before throwing me a less than friendly smile.

All I could do was sit there and grin. Carol was driving me insane with this exquisitely torturous blowjob, not to mention the feel of those luscious full breasts filling my hand.

I came thunderously. And by that, I mean I groaned loudly, windows down, pleasure coursing through my ejaculating prick into Carol’s greedily sucking mouth. Even so, there was almost too much for her to take, near choking as she fought to swallow a great deal of it, finally sitting up knowing full well my decadent naughty side of wanting to see that white frothy cum filling her mouth. She smiled, and as she did two twin rivers of semen cascaded like summer falls from the corners of her mouth. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. I wanted to ball my fists, pound my chest, and in my best Cave-Man like voice, yell out “See cum! Me cum! See cum inside her mouth! Woo Woo me cum lots!”

Yeah, the beastly side had been released for a moment, and it took a good few seconds to reel the idiot back in.

Once I had done so, recollected myself, I watched somewhat disappointedly as Carol once again tucked away her luscious ta-ta’s. “Hey honey?” I questioned then continued. “Ah…as much as I love the look of a pearl necklace on you, you might want to fix that before we go inside.”

Carol pulled down the mirror on the visor above her for a quick ‘look-see’ then laughed. It wasn’t exactly a ‘pearl necklace’ per-say, more like a single pearl solitaire, albeit a rather large one however. Pooled perfectly between the gentle slopes of her breasts stood a droplet of semen, happily clinging to her breasts as though in some attempt to hide its purpose and reason for being there. I expected Carol to wipe the remnants of my orgasm away, perhaps even lick it off her finger in doing so. Instead, she merely grinned stepping out of the Jeep.

“Coming? Oh…that’s right, you already did!” she giggled, then stood waiting for me to join her.

“You’re kidding me!” I said slightly stunned. “You’re really going in there with that cum stuck between your breasts?”

“Ah huh!”

“What if someone sees it?” I asked her.

“So?”

“So!” “So, so what? What are they going to do? Come up to me? Hey lady, did you know you have cum stuck between your tits? Why yes, yes I do thank you. Doesn’t it look nice?”

I had to admit, she had me there. “You’re really going to do this,” I stammered as we merged hand in hand, heading inside the store.

“Could be worse, could be leading you by the cock you know,” she told me.

She had a point there.

#

As I had hoped for, over time, and not very much time at all, Carol’s fantasies became bolder and bolder, more daring. I had been careful as well, not writing anything down that I thought might be a little too much for her to handle, let alone ever consider. So as such, whenever she had drawn one of my little blue slips of paper, she would read it and always smile afterwards as she considered my thoughts, already processing the possibilities in her mind. So far, she had yet to return one, always keeping the one she had drawn for completing during the allotted time frame.

As I tossed through the papers, finally picking out one of hers, I almost had to turn away to keep her from seeing the surprised expression on my face. This was obviously a newer one by now, and by the boldness she had demonstrated, though she’d left some of it up to me for further interpretation, it was obvious that Carol had finally turned things up a notch.

“My fantasy is this,” I began reading, careful not to give away the farm in my obvious excitement to this higher level of trust and shared fantasy. “I want to submit myself to you, for whatever you would have me do. Regardless of what it might be. You know my limitations, (for now)” she had parenthesized, “but know that I am willing to push the envelope…for you, only for you. Do what you will. I trust you.”

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Fantasies 05

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It was only when I noticed the sun had gone down that I realised how long we’d been driving for, at least a couple of hours! We’d left my car in town and headed onto the motorway, driving with no destination in mind. You were supposed to be at work but your shift had been cancelled, some scheduling issue again and my flatmates mother had come down from Somerset so we couldn’t go back to mine, frustrating was not the word!

The traffic had gradually thinned out and now, apart from the odd vehicle on the other side of the road, we were alone. I’d been on my best behaviour so far, not wanting to distract you whilst you were driving, but now the roads were quiet I reached out and placed my right hand gently on your leg, stroking my fingers up and down. You dropped your left hand down to quickly squeeze mine and then returned to driving, staring ahead and focusing on the road.

Gradually I edged my hand up, feeling the tip of your cock pressing against your trousers as I stroked higher, until my fingers were playing around the waistband of your trousers, pulling at the button impatiently and sliding underneath to touch your skin.

You reached down and pulled out my hand, saying “Naughty” and I pouted slightly, before turning completely in my seat to look at you and running my fingers up and down your leg.

You looked at me quickly and said “What?” as my fingers moved higher again and you had to remove them once more, giving my hand a little slap this time.

“I was just thinking…” I replied.

“What were you thinking?” you asked, guessing where my mind was going and getting harder at the thought.

“I was wondering how far you’d be able to drive with my mouth around your cock before you got too distracted,” I answered with a smirk.

“Not very far,” you said, still looking dead ahead.

“Wanna try?” I said cheekily, reaching my hand back to undo your trousers all the way. This time you didn’t pull Alanya Masaj Salonu my hand away, instead you started grinning.

“OK,” you replied, “but only if you strip first!”

So maybe I shouldn’t have told you about that time I’d stripped while I was driving, but to be fair when I’d done that it was 3am and the roads were deserted, with no street lamps. It was now barely 9pm and we were driving down a brightly lit two lane road and, although there were very few cars, they’d be able to see exactly how much I wasn’t wearing if they happened to glance over.

On the other hand I’d been sitting in the passenger seat for hours now, getting wetter and wetter, craving your cock and being unable to do anything about it. And how likely was it that anyone would look over anyway?

“Deal!” I whispered and you glanced over, looking a little shocked that I’d agreed, before that naughty grin settled on your face as I unbuckled my seatbelt, pulled my dress over my head and threw it in the back seat.

I leant over, pulling your cock out of your trousers and noticing how hard and hot you were under my hand before you slapped me away again.

“You’re not naked yet!” you said, and with a brief hesitation I unclipped my bra, throwing that in the back seat with my dress, before sliding my knickers down to rest around my ankles.

“Happy now?” I asked, shifting in my seat so that I was on my knees, one hand on the seat between your legs and my mouth poised just above you, my tongue darting out to lick the drop of wetness from the tip before lowering my head slowly to surround you with my mouth, not quite touching you with my lips, my tongue flicking around the head before I closed my lips around you and sucked hard.

You let out a soft groan, your eyes falling shut for a second before you remembered where we were and you opened them again to focus on the road. The feel of my hot, soft mouth Alanya Masöz Escort and my wet tongue moving up and down while I sucked you were doing bad things to your concentration and you decided to even the score a bit, scratching the fingernails of your left hand down my back and my buttocks before reaching between my legs and discovering how wet I was. Pushing two fingers inside me you used the remaining fingers to slide slowly over my clit and you felt me gasp and then moan against your shaft as I wriggled to give you better access. Your thumb was pressed in the gap between my buttocks and remembering an earlier conversation gave you an idea. Slipping your fingers out of my pussy you rubbed slowly up and down my slit, spreading my juices up before sliding them back in again and pressing the tip of your thumb against my tight arsehole, now slippery with my wetness.

As you pressed harder with your thumb and rubbed your fingers over my clit you could feel me wriggling beneath you and moaning as my mouth started to move faster around your cock. Any doubts that you had about me enjoying this vanished as your thumb pushed inside me to the first knuckle and I moaned louder, digging my fingernails into your leg through your trousers, my pussy tightening around your fingers as you felt how close I was to orgasm. Pushing your fingers hard inside me you jerked the wheel to the left, almost throwing me off my seat as you pulled the car into a lay by and cut the engine.

I looked up at you questioningly and you motioned for me to get out of the car as you opened your door. I jumped out and met you halfway, almost tripping before realising that my panties were still around my ankles and kicking them off. Reaching my arms around your neck I pulled your head close, kissing you roughly as your fingers dug into my buttocks, pulling me tight up against you so I could feel your hardness pressing into my stomach. Without Alanya Öğrenci Escort a word I turned and bent over the bonnet, legs wide, hands holding my arse cheeks apart as I showed you what I wanted.

You pressed the tip of your cock against my tight little hole, watching as I tensed ever so slightly then you leant over, whispering in my ear, asking if this was what I wanted. I nodded my head, wriggling back against you and slowly you started to push yourself into my arse. It was tight, amazingly so and you reached round to rub you fingers over my clit, unsure if my little moans were pain or pleasure but really not wanting to stop now. I jerked under your fingers, pressing back against you until all of a sudden you slid the last two inches and were buried in me up to your balls.

You stopped there for a second, letting me adjust to having you inside me and enjoying the sensation of being gripped that tightly, before you slowly started rocking backwards and forwards, still rubbing my clit whilst using your other hand to play with my nipples.

My breathing was coming faster and you could feel me twitching, wriggling underneath you as you thrust in and out of me, until with a cry I came, my muscles contracting around you as you thrust deep into my arse and came hard yourself, leaning over to kiss the back of my neck as you caught your breath. Reluctantly you started to pull out of me, aware now that we were fucking in a lay by at the side of the road and someone could come past any second now. You’d forgotten that in the heat of the moment, just wanting to be inside me, and I’d clearly also forgotten I was naked, you thought, as you glanced over to where I lay slumped over the bonnet, your cum dripping out of my arse. Then I looked up and grinned, giving you a wink, and you thought perhaps I’d been more in control of the situation than you’d realised….

After I’d dressed we climbed back into the car, turning it round and heading for home, the image of me with my legs spread and your cock buried deep in my arse never far from your mind. When we’d been driving for a few minutes I’d leaned over to kiss you before climbing into the back seat and falling asleep. You wondered how it was that I managed to look so innocent…

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My Sexy Sisters Again

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Saturday morning……..

I awoke slowly, euphoria washing over my mind and body. Why did I feel so good? As I came closer and closer to full consciousness, I realized the source of my pleasure: my cock was being sucked and manipulated by a talented, hard working mouth! I opened my eyes and looked down. My beautiful, blonde, voluptuous, older sister, Britney, was kneeling on the bed next to me, and she had her luscious lips wrapped around the shaft of my cock. She was slurping and sucking, moving her head up and down over and over. She had one hand cradling my balls, and the other jacking the lower half of my shaft, her bright blue fingernails contrasting with the beet-red color of my erect cock.

Memories came flooding back to me; we were in my parent’s bedroom, where my two beautiful, sexy twin sisters were breaking me in to the ways of love. Technically, I was still a virgin at this point, as we hadn’t yet fucked, but last night, I had enjoyed several wonderful blowjobs and hand jobs, along with assorted kissing, fondling, and hugging, not to mention several rounds of very juicy pussy eating.

“Good morning, baby brother,” came a voice at my ear. I turned my head. My other sister, Whitney, was kneeling beside my head. I looked up at her smiling face and her large, pendulous, naked breasts, just above her flat, smooth stomach and her shaved pussy. She reached out her hand and stroked my face with her pink-manicured fingers.

“Did you have a good sleep?” she asked. I nodded. “Are you ready for more?” she asked. I nodded and grinned. “Well, first you need a good breakfast,” she declared. “After all, it’s the most important meal of the day!” With that, she swung one knee over my head, and was soon straddling my face! She had her hands on the headboard of the bed, and her beautiful, luscious, hairless pink pussy lips dangling just above my mouth.

I took the hint. I grabbed her taut, shapely buns in my hands and manipulated her pussy to my mouth. My tongue probed between her fat lips, sliding up and down their length, flicking back and forth between them, and probing deeply into her soft, sensuous, womanly folds. Her musky scent filled my nostrils and her juices ran down into my mouth. Although I’d only been initiated into the joys of pussy munching yesterday, I was already a huge fan and aficionado. I lapped greedily at her soft, pink, pliable lips; I flicked my tongue over her little nub of a clit; I swallowed her flowing nectar. I love my sister. And I love her pussy!

And of course I also love my other sister, who was still sucking noisily at my straining cock. It was difficult to focus on the pleasure of Whitney’s pussy in my mouth and Britney’s mouth on my cock at the same time, but fortunately the dilemma was short lived. As I felt the orgasm building in my groin, my jaws involuntarily clamped down on Whitney’s sensitive little nub of a clit. She came, thunderously, at the same time that my cock launched its first pearly rope of sperm of the day, directly into Britney’s gobbling mouth. Brit clamped her lips tightly to my shaft to avoid wasting any of my creamy nectar. Whitney’s pussy sauce ran down my face, frosting me like a glazed donut.

We shuddered and shook with our orgasms, but eventually disentangled ourselves. Britney immediately locked lips with Whitney, sharing my load of cum with her. They share everything. Then she kissed me good morning, taking the opportunity to lick the remains of Whitney’s love juices from my face. We all had breakfast in bed that morning!

I got up to take a leak, and Britney and Whitney headed to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and to microwave the leftover pizza from last night. We munched and sipped and chatted, sitting cross-legged and naked on our parent’s big double bed and planning out the day’s lessons.

“You did really well yesterday, little brother,” Britney was saying. “I think you are a natural when it comes to sex.”

“Yep, you sure licked my pussy good this morning,” Whitney added. “I can’t wait to feel your cock in it.”

“Well, I appreciate you guys breaking me in with such good instructions,” I told them. I looked at them both. From their tousled blonde hair, flashing blue eyes, pendulous breasts, and killer figures, they were just about the most beautiful things I could imagine. And they were my sisters, and my lovers. I was a lucky boy, and I knew it. “I’m looking forward to the final lesson.”

“Final? Oh, there are lots more lessons coming!” said Whitney.

“Absolutely!” said Britney. “Fucking is just the beginning. And there are so many ways to fuck, too. You’ll want to learn them all, of course.”

“Oh, of course,” I said, a little surprised. I expected one last demonstration, sticking my dick into each of them, and then my education as a sexual dynamo would be complete. But apparently they thought that I still had a lot to learn.

“We’d best get started,” said Whitney, putting aside the empty plate, the pizza now gone. “Where should we start, Sis?”

“I think he should start with some meat-and-potatoes fucking, Sis,” said Britney. “Since neither of us has a cock, we can’t demonstrate like we did Alanya Anal Escort yesterday. We’ll just have to coach you.” She looked me in the eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? After this, you won’t be a virgin anymore; there’s no going back.”

“I was born ready!” I declared, full of bravado. They both rolled their eyes and groaned.

“Okay, let’s start with the good old man-on-top position. Tried and true; not very imaginative, but it still works well.”

“You can’t beat the classics!” added Whitney.

Britney got on her back in the middle of the bed. She propped her head up on a pillow, and spread her legs, her knees up. “This is it, Grasshopper; come and fuck your sister.”

I knee-walked up between her spread legs, my cock once again hard and jutting out in front of me. I fingered her pussy; it was plenty wet. She stroked me a few times with her soft palm, just to make sure I was fully erect. She pointed the head of my bright red cock at the target: her glistening, wet, semi-open pussy.

“Put it in, Andy. Just press it in and see how it feels.” Her voice was calm, but her eyes were moist and shining. I realized that she hadn’t had a cock in her pussy since she last saw her boyfriend back on campus, and she was really looking forward to this, almost as much as I was.

I pressed the flaring purple head of my cock against her swollen pussy lips. I held the shaft in my hands, and slid it up and down a few times along the length of her lips. The soft, wet, slick feeling was incredible. I felt as if electrical jolts were running up and down my shaft. My heart was pounding. I pressed my hips forward. Her lips parted, and my cock head, purple and flaring, began to disappear into her velvety cave of love. As soon as the rim of the head disappeared, I gasped from the sensation. It was as if my entire body was inside her! I had no idea how the pleasure of a few inches of flesh could infuse one’s entire being! It was totally incredible.

Britney was clenching her teeth and reaching her hands out to me, urging me in further. She wasn’t in pain or anything; she was just horny as hell! She needed my cock in her, deeper and harder. I pressed on. Inch after inch of my shaft disappeared into her moist, glistening, soft, pink pussy; the pleasure infused my body with ever greater intensity. My brain pretty much turned off at this point, and I became little more than a fucking machine, my semi-conscious mind enjoying the sensations from afar. My hips began to swing, sliding my cock in and out of her tunnel of love over and over, like a piston in the cylinder of a high performance sports car. I felt Britney’s hips arch, better aligning our genitals for maximum contact. I swung and pumped. I fell forward onto my hands, my face inches above hers. I wanted her mouth; I kissed it. The world ceased to exist except for my swinging hips and pounding cock, her juicy pussy, and our wet, biting mouths. Our tongues fucked each others’ mouths as our genitals fucked each others’ crotches. Our rhythm increased in both speed and urgency; we pounded together, harder and faster. Sweat broke out on our brows. We grunted and panted. Her legs flew up over my shoulders; my hips slammed against her buttocks. I fell down to my elbows, my chest mashing her boobs against her ribcage. Our mouths continued to grasp each other in a death lock. Part of my brain, far away on another planet, wondered if I had the stamina to keep this up. But my body didn’t care; it was beyond control, and was pumping and swinging with a mind of its own. The incredibly pleasurable sliding, slipping, pumping action of my cock in her loving, grasping pussy was the entire universe. Nothing else mattered. Time stood still except for the thrusting, rhythmic, pumping.

Eventually, I felt a fire growing in my body; it was somewhere deep inside, but I didn’t know just where. It was vaguely like the orgasms I feel when I whack off, but infinitely stronger, deeper, hotter. It grew and expanded and engulfed my body. My flesh was on fire; my cock was a light saber; my vision was a swirl of a thousand dancing fireflies. Then my groin exploded! I was sure that my cock had blown off, and shattered into a million pieces!

It hadn’t of course, but I had emptied a huge load of cum into Britney’s beautiful, soft, loving pussy. I don’t remember it ending. The next thing I knew, I was lying on my back on the bed, with my hand clutching my chest, feeling my racing heart. Can a nineteen year old have a heart attack, I wondered? Britney and Whitney were sitting on either side of me, holding my other hand and stroking my forehead.

“Are you okay, little brother?” Britney was saying. She didn’t look worried; more amused than anything else.

“I think so…” I said. I took mental inventory of my body; heart, still ticking. Brain, still thinking, sort of. Cock? I looked. Still there. Whew! “Yeah, I guess I’m okay,” I said, weakly.

“Our little brother is a man!” laughed Whitney.

“Is it always like that?” I asked.

“You wish!” Britney laughed. “Although, it can be mighty good, if you do it right.”

I struggled up to a sitting Alanya Çıtır Escort position. “I need a cigarette.” I said.

They both laughed. “You don’t smoke!”

“Okay, then; how about a Coke?”

Whitney went to the kitchen and got us all a round of Cokes. By then I was feeling almost normal. We sat on the bed, drinking our sodas, laughing and chatting.

“I haven’t deflowered a boy for months,” Britney was saying. “It’s always nice to give something back to the community.”

“What about that freshman at that party last week?” Whitney said.

“Oh, yeah; I forgot about him!” Brit admitted. “He was kind of cute.”

My sisters are sweet and beautiful, and I love them very much; but they are definitely sluts.

“Well,” said Whitney, “Andy here still has a lot of lessons to learn. And more importantly, I haven’t been fucked yet! What are we going to do next?”

“Andy? Are you ready for another go?” asked Britney.

I looked down at my cock. It twitched. “Let me finish this Coke, and I think I’ll be ready,” I said. Ah, to be nineteen again!

My beautiful, sexy, stacked sisters, although identical twins, are not completely identical. For instance, Britney is much more given to pontificating than Whitney. And this was her opportunity.

“Well, Andy, there are many sexual positions that you should learn, and Sis and I are willing to teach them all to you. But in my opinion, the next one you need to learn is Doggy Style. It’s especially useful if you ever need to fuck an ugly girl, because you don’t have to look at her face.” They both giggled. “Whitney? Would you do the honors?”

“Hey! I’m not ugly!” Whitney complained.

“Of course, not, Sis!” Brit laughed, kissing her and stroking her hair. “You’re almost as beautiful as me. But it’s your turn. Unless you want to skip a turn?”

“No fucking way!” said Whitney. “Okay, Grasshopper, you get to fuck me like an animal.” She got on all fours in the middle of the bed. Her knees were shoulder width apart, and I could see her fat pussy lips sticking out between her soft luscious thighs. “Just sidle on up here and poke it in me.”

I knee-walked up behind Whitney. Her delicious ass was round and beautiful before me, and I was tempted to take a bite out of it. But my cock was stirring again, and I really wanted to repeat the out of body experience that I’d just had with Britney. Was it real? Did I really feel that? It was so good that it was hard to believe it had actually happened. I had to try it again.

I looked at her round ass, her shapely legs, her sleek back. God, she was beautiful. I stroked my hands up and down the back of her thighs; she cooed with delight. I slid my finger into her pussy, hanging there between her legs, smiling backwards at me.

“Are you gonna tease me? Or are you gonna fuck me?” Whitney moaned. I remembered that she hadn’t had a stiff dick inside her since leaving campus, either. My cock was jutting out like a cannon. I pressed it up against her swollen nether lips, and pushed it inside of her. She moaned, groaned, and shuddered as I entered her.

The velvety darkness again took hold of my soul. Just like with Britney, I became completely lost in the moment. The magical touch of my beautiful sister’s pussy, those soft, silky, sugar walls of her womanhood, transported me to a magical land of pleasure and euphoria. I pressed my cock in as deep as it would go. I felt my hips press against her soft warm buttocks; I felt my balls slapping against her swollen pussy lips. Instinctively, I grabbed her hips in my hands, and used the leverage to increase the pressure of my swing. We worked up a rhythm. My cock went in and out of her, thrusting and sliding. Whitney responded by slamming her hips back onto my cock. The sounds of slapping flesh and slurping fluids filled the air, along with the fragrances of sweat and pussy juice. I was again transported to that magical land of sex, where the brain is a second class citizen and the body is a god. My cock, buried in her soft, silken pussy, collected enough pleasure to overwhelm my entire body and mind, and overtake my will. We swung; we slammed; we fucked. Fortunately for Whitney, my last orgasm was recent enough that I had a long way to go. My rigid shaft, my flaring cock head, and my slapping nut sack stimulated her sensitive pussy and clit until she cried out with her own orgasm, her head jerking and her hips spasming. The sudden and unexpected motion of her hips pushed me to my own orgasm, and I filled her clenching pussy with my latest injection of sperm. She slowly collapsed down to the bed, and I followed her down, not wanting to withdraw my cock from the cozy, loving sheath of her tight, grasping, beautiful pussy.

We lay there on the bed, still coupled, for several minutes. Britney watched us, transfixed. Finally we pulled apart, and rolled over into sitting positions. Britney looked from Whitney’s crotch, to mine, and back again.

“I don’t know which one I want to lick up first!” she said. But she must have tossed a mental coin, for she dove between Whitney’s legs and licked up the mingled sperm and pussy Alanya Elit Escort juice that was running out of her crack. After that, she switched over to me, and cleaned up my shriveling cock with her soft, swift pink tongue.

The love fluids in her tummy made Britney all the hornier; she was ready for the next fucking lesson. However, I was still in recovery mode. “Andy, I think it’s time for you to experience the Cowgirl position. Are you ready?”

I looked down at my cock, which was doing it’s best to hide. “Um, Sis, I think I need a few minutes here,” I told her. She was not happy to hear it.

“Well, maybe we can speed things up. Sis?” She looked at Whitney. “I think that Andy needs to experience the Double Blow Job. What do you think?”

“It couldn’t hurt!” said Whitney. They pushed me over onto my back and spread my legs wide, and both attacked my limp dick with their soft, luscious, moist, loving mouths. Whitney wrapped her lips around my cock head, and Britney slurped my balls into her mouth. They sucked and slurped, loved and licked. Their hands roamed up and down my thighs, probed my anus, and jacked my shaft. It wasn’t long before my cock was again at full extension; long, hard, bright red, and ready for action!

I lay on my back, my stiff cock pointing upward like a Saturn 5 rocket on a launch pad. “Mmm, that’s a tasty sight,” said Britney. “Now, Grasshopper, you are about to experience the Cowgirl Fuck. Many men love it, because it takes minimal effort on their part. All you have to do is lie there. And, if you want, do a little thrusting with your hips.”

“That works for me,” I said. Frankly, I was ready for a little relaxation, not that I didn’t want to continue the sex. This sounded just perfect.

Britney pulled my legs straight out below me, knees down, and legs together. She straddled my groin, crouching on the balls of her slender, dainty feet. She hovered her pussy lips just above the glowing purple head of my cock. She grasped my shaft in her hand and guided it toward its target.

“Just lay there, baby brother,” she said. “And let your big sister do all the work.” She slowly lowered herself onto my shaft, impaling her body on my stiff, red, engorged member. I felt her pussy engulfing me, swallowing me, enveloping me. That same feeling of euphoria, of being transported to another time and dimension, took over my mind. My eyes half closed and rolled back into their sockets, and I gave myself over to the infinite pleasures of being buried in her soft, moist, warm, tender tunnel of love. As the infinitely slick and tight flesh of her pussy enveloped the smooth flesh of my cock, she proceeded to bounce up and down on her knees. Sometimes, she would only rise and fall a few inches, executing short, sharp swipes along my throbbing, pumping member. Other times, she would slowly rise until my cock head almost popped out, the purple rim just starting to appear on the outside, and then slide back down, taking me back in to the root. Sometimes she would rotate her hips in a belly dancer’s circle, bringing the maximum pressure to various parts of my cock at various parts of the cycle. Other times she would lean backwards a bit, and reach behind her to slowly polish and massage the tight skin of my scrotum while she bounced up and down on my flagpole.

Looking up at her, I couldn’t help but marvel at my beautiful, loving, sexy, large-breasted and extremely horny sister, and think about how much I loved her. I also couldn’t help but think about how erotic her breasts were, swinging in those beautiful arcs on her chest; her stiff, crinkly brown nipples pointing forward. I reached up with both hands and grasped them, squeezing slightly. I caught her nipples in the V between two fingers with each hand, and tweaked them as I massaged. Her moaning and panting increased even further. She threw her head back until I could no longer see her face; only the pointed underside of her chin sat atop her shoulders from my angled perspective, a pale white triangle aiming towards Heaven.

She began to bounce faster and harder and more furiously. I could feel the familiar gurgling in my balls that signaled an orgasm was on its way, like the distant rumble of a train far down the track, quickly approaching the station but still too far away to see. And just like that iron horse sliding down the steel rails of the track, my steely shaft slid deeper and deeper into the velvety, loving depths of her moist, warm, loving, sucking pussy.

I felt that I was about to launch, and Britney felt it as well. She watched my eyes. As soon as the inevitability of my orgasm shook my body, she slammed her pelvis down to my hips and leaned forward as far as she could go. As my cock shot spurt after spurt of pearly white jism into her deepest caverns, she leaned forward and ground her clit on my pubic bone, back and forth and in tiny little circles. It was just the stimulation she needed to put herself over the edge as well. She shouted out in her orgasm, and flung herself forward, burying her face in my neck. I felt the fleshy mounds of her voluptuous breasts pressing down onto my chest. I felt her thighs squeeze tightly against my hips. I reached my hands around her ass and grabbed tightly onto her fabulous buns. She shook several times, the powerful orgasm sending spasms throughout her body, and squeezing the last few drops out of my cock. I could feel the cum running back down out of her pussy and onto my balls.

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