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Intro

I suppose it all started with Bee-Line novels back in the late 1970’s and on into the ’80’s. Back then it was easy enough to stroll into any shop, corner store or bodega and find one or two of these erotic fiction novels hidden amongst the King’s and Clancy’s on one of those tall, spinning book racks made of thin wire.

I was fascinated with these books, these long drawn out sex stories with real plot lines and believable characters who were all getting off with one and other from one scene to the next. I loved them so much that the only thing I ever had trouble with was trying to look inconspicuous while perusing the racks and then later when standing at the check-out counter wanting to make my purchase. Well… This and also trying to find a good enough hiding spot in the house once I had squirreled my prise home, safely tucked under my jacket.

That’s where this all began for me, this love affair that I’ve had with erotica in print, This addiction that has lasted these decades, and it continues to grow unabated and undeterred now that I’m here on this computer, in this bottomless pit of porn and carnal sin…

***

This story (my first) is at its heart somewhat different to where my true tastes lie. However, in remembering my Bee-Line novels, remembering the nights spent huddled exploring and discovering these tawdry-tales of sex and lust. I have written this story how I would like to read it myself. Long indeed, yes… Yet the story is only drawn out by its attention to detail, scene settings and back story, which in my eye lends towards a certain amount of realism, truth and believability – which also in my eye, are the back bone of any good story – fiction or otherwise.

Lastly, as per the genre of this story, it was in fact created with someone in mind. Someone I knew a long time ago in another life. Someone who I always thought would fit perfectly into this lifestyle, or role. Someone I knew to be willing, willing to take chances, willing to explore their true nature. Someone willing enough to let go – someone special – someone submissive…

Please note –All comments good, bad or ugly are all greatly appreciated. But please, if you do choose to throw any of the ugly around – Remember, it was you who searched for this website and it was also you who clicked on this story…

Chapter 1

Jenna the Sub

Ma’am

Janice Golding wasn’t what one would call a self-made woman, well not entirely anyway. At least not from the start…

It was through a small but still tidy inheritance received from somewhere down her father’s side of the family that had enabled her to open the first of her gyms, the rest was all down to Janice and her unyielding dedication to the want of success. It was Janice who had put in all of the hard work and sacrifice that had enabled her to watch her empire grow, and as small as it was at 5 locations, for now – her glory came from knowing that she had created this business, it was all hers and there was no person alive that could take it from her – and nor should they dare try.

Being of Nordic heritage had made Janice a formidably robust woman. Standing at a tall height of 5’11”, Janice still possessed the same trim, yet muscular body she had been blessed with and had fought hard to maintain over years.

Even at age52yrs her long, strong legs, thick muscular thighs and calves maintained to the same chiselled form of a Greek statue carried her with a recognised prominence that couldn’t be missed. Her wide, flared hips and a well rounded, rock-hard ass only continued the display of her unyielding, ultra-womanly charms.

On upward through her slim waist line to her ample, full and ripe 38C sized breasts, Janice was seen by many as a force, a Nordic-Amazonian-like-Goddess, if there ever was such a thing.

With her eyes of icy blue, high cheek bones and with a soft but sweeping jaw line, framed with her hair, that had been until recent years the blackest of black, now flecked with the subtle signs of grey being the only indicator giving away to her true age, Janice still had what it takes in the looks department and at 52yrs of age she was still hot and then some…

Having been with her share of suitors, Janice however had still chosen to never marry, she also did not carrying the burden for the want of children either. This of course left her able to concentrate the majority of her efforts towards the building and growing of her business, without the inconvenience of a relationship or as a care-giver, there in the way to slow her down.

For the better part of her life, Janice had always considered herself as being straight and did date men when either the need or the occasion struck. However for Janice, the outcome always seemed to be the same, with him not being able to cope, not being able to put up with her strong will.

They always bailed out when things became too intense, they said that she wanted too much control, which made her smile because she knew they were beylikdüzü escort right in that respect. That really was all that she wanted, she wanted to be in control. She wanted to run things and be in charge and their being what they were – being men – they could never follow through for longer than a month, maybe two at best.

To Janice what mattered most was her business and as such, this was how too she wanted her relationships, yet in the end, no matter how captivated they had become with her looks and her blunt, straightforward way of saying what was on her mind… None of them ever seemed to measure up…

This lasted for a while, but in time she began to realize that even doing this, teaching the men in her life how she wanted them to act and behave, it too became a tiresome chore that she was no longer going to be a party to… She was beginning to care less about men and relationships in general until one day a thought crossed her mind…

For a time, Janice had no trouble handling the day to day operations of her business but as things progressed and with 5 different gym/spas to manage, she was starting to feel the pinch and wisely decided to hire someone other than her usual staff of trainers, recruiters and cleaners.

She needed someone to help run the business side; she needed someone to take care of the more menial tasks like payroll and such, someone to do her bidding and running around… What she needed was a secretary.

***

It was during one of their business lunches where Courtney had as usual, ordered lunch in for the two of them to eat while going over the weekly reports. That’s when it happened. It was here during one of these lunches where the idea came to Janice, where the thought first registered in her mind…

Courtney

Courtney Wayne had been hired about six months prior – and in that time she had proven herself to be everything she had claimed to be during her interview there in the same office where she and Janice were having lunch on that fateful day.

Janice had become rather impressed with Courtney pretty much from the start. She was as of yet to miss a single days work, was obedient to the core and had no trouble putting in the long hours Janice had been demanding of her in the early goings “Just to get her up to speed” as Janice had put it during their initial meeting.

While listening to the young, pretty, brown eyed girl with her-dish-water-blond hair reciting monthly numbers on profit margins, income vs. out goings, Janice began to study the girl as she never had before. Looking at her and seeing the pretty young thing trying as hard as she always does, it put a smile on older woman’s face.

“Why can’t they be more like Courtney..?” Janice pondered to herself, thinking of the men in her life. “Why can’t they be as good as she is? Why can’t they be this obedient and willing to please..?”

Suddenly the idea went off in her head like the blinding light of a flashbulb, it caught her that much off guard.

“Why indeed can’t they be like Courtney? In fact why does the ‘it’ have to be a ‘he’ at all? Why can it not in fact be a ‘she’ or a ‘Courtney’ instead? Who says it had to be a ‘man’ at all..?”

The revelation was huge to Janice and the idea of it, the idea of taking a woman as her lover, or in this case a ‘Courtney’ instead of a man, it sent a body-rocking shiver down her spine. It was as if something had awakened in her, giving her an answer that had been sitting right in front of her this whole time.

Adding to this, it was the first time in a long time since Janice had felt herself go flush with that certain sexual energy people get when first being turned on. When that chemical switch in the brain is flipped, turning on the synapses connected to sexual pleasure.

With a lusty smile coming across her face, she began to look a Courtney in a completely different light. Seeing her there, looking small and demur, her dirty-blond hair neatly parted to one side, kept at shoulder length, her make-up light as usual.

“Courtney, how come I never see you using any of the gym equipment here? You do know that part of your job is to stay fit so that you can keep up with the schedule I keep don’t you..?”

Janice suddenly interrupted the girl mid-way through giving her report…

“I…I do work out Ma’am, just not here… Here in this gym I mean” Courtney replied sounding confident which puzzled Janice some.

“What do you mean you don’t work out here? You’re not out moonlighting on me now are you dear? Using another gym..?” Janice queried believing it wasn’t true but still wanting to prod and question the girl a little bit, put her on edge.

“Oh no Ma’am… It’s not like that at all…” Courtney explained.

” it’s just that I live in the north end so I use the location up there two or three times a week – once I’m finished working here. It’s just easier for me to head back up town to work out so that I’m closer to home when I’m finished. Besides, beylikduzu escort it usually pretty late and I feel safer waking the short distance back to my apartment…”

“Oh so you work out after hours? I guess it’s a good thing I keep the north-end location open late. But you know Courtney; you don’t have to do this…” Janice said, leaving the young girl to turn her head to one side in a look of question.

“What I mean is…” Janice began again, thinking on the spot of how she should handle this…

“I think you’ve been doing good job here with me Courtney so what I’m willing to do is to let you finish up an hour early, say… Three days per week?” Janice explained in a question of her own but then went on. “That way you can get your work out in while you’re here – which will allow you to get home earlier on those nights. I mean, as much as I want to keep you in shape so that you can continue to work with me, I also need you properly rested as well.”

“So what do you think? Does that sound good to you..?” Janice added asking, know the girl couldn’t refuse.

“Wow! Yeah… Yeah that sounds great Ma’am… Thank you, thank you soooo much…” Courtney began, perking up in her chair sat opposite her boss, separated by the large, darkly stained oak desk.

“Good… I’m glad you’re happy. I’m happy too, because now I can keep a closer eye on you…” Janice added with a flirty, glancing smile, leaving Courtney to feel unsure and on edge once again.

“You’ve become a great value to me Courtney, and because of this I need you fit and healthy… I have too much invested in you to have you let me down by becoming too tired to keep up with your workouts, so if it’s okay with you dear, I’m going to mentor you for a while…”

Janice reckoned that If she wanted to seduce this girl, she was going to have to get closer to her and what better way than to have the young girl work out alongside her, teach her and put her into positions where her seduction would work best. She already had the girl at the disadvantage of being her boss, and along with knowing and seeing how well she complied and did as she was told, Janice knew that she wasn’t going to have too much trouble turning the young Courtney and leading her into what would prove to be a first for them both…

Also, seduction wasn’t something entirely new to Janice. Knowing the qualities that she liked in a suitor, she never had any trouble reeling one of her favourite types with her stunning looks, stature and the fit body of a an ageless Goddess. And of all the men she liked, the ones she loved to lure in the most were the ones who believed that they were way out of her league, never standing a chance.

She loved playing with them and seeing the looks of utter surprise on their faces if she were to flirt from across the room, buy them drinks like a man hitting on a woman would normally do in a bar. The looks she would get back were absolutely priceless.

True though, not all of them were the brawny, he-man types one might expect to see in the company of a woman such as Janice. Yet in truth, most were not. Most of the men Janice would date and then subsequently bed, all tended to be much shorter, much smaller and thus, much weaker than her, but to Janice, a lot of it never really mattered.

Their size in body and therefore in their pants, it wasn’t what concerned her entirely. What she like most was when they gave in, when they let go, let her win and take control. In the beginning she would let them flail around on top of her trying to fuck her with all of their might. She found it cute at first but would soon tire of their useless efforts to satisfy her with the meagre cocks, and soon enough they would be relegated to learning at great lengths the finer arts of going down on a woman.

As sweet as these men may have been and as hard as some did try to live up to her standards, trying to survive the rigors, the ending could almost write its self… She was too much for them; they couldn’t give her what she wanted because after all – they were men, and men have egos that won’t let them concede defeat. Not even the wimpy ones…

***

“Tonight is the first night of our workout Courtney, it’s getting late in the day, why don’t you finish up what you’re doing, get changed and meet me out on the floor.”Janice remarked as she made her way out from her office to where the young Courtney had been working at the front desk.

Passing the girl, Janice turned the door lock and flipped the little sign on a string from “Open” to “Closed”

“I think we’ll start with some Yoga to get you stretched out properly before you hit any of the weights or machines…” Janice finished, making her point rather matter-of-fact by walking back into her office. “Oh… Ummm – okay Ma’am… I’ll be right…” Was all Courtney could get out before her boss was gone from the room, her older employers statement sounding more like of a directive – one that didn’t need a reply.

Janice escort beylikdüzü had never liked it when her employees called her by her first name and neither did she like the un-married title of ‘Ms. Golding’. So after hearing one of her short term lovers call her “Ma’am” in a moment of obedience, and liking the name right away, it was from then on that she had all of her staff addressing her as such, this including of course a few of her later male conquests no doubt. But now, hearing Courtney say the word “Ma’am”… It gave her a feeling of a different kind altogether…

Each of the gym/spa’s Janice had opened were indeed of a smaller size to that of the bigger market chains, yet what set Janice apart and had helped to keep her going, was all down to how she had set up each of the establishments.

This particular outlet, which was the first gym Janice had opened, wasn’t the largest with the full spa like that of her up-town location which catered to a higher-income client. No this – her first, was one of her smaller gyms, set in a trendier, more affordable area of town and catered to a lot of Yoga enthusiast, or “New aged-hippy-moms” as Janice had thought of them sometimes.

Several smaller rooms ran adjunct to the main gym floor area had been built for the purpose of Yoga instruction as well as for meditation. Each with padded flooring and three mirrored walls, except for the last room near the back, that was the small but efficient locker room with a few showers.

Near the front sat the chest-high reception desk and the door leading to Janice’s office which was surprisingly large, considering the smaller size of the rooms in this location. But that’s how Janice wanted things; she wanted a large office so she had one, it was no different from everything else in her life- through her determination and perseverance, Janice always tended to get what she wanted.

Changing as quickly as she could, Courtney donned her skin tight, black leggings and a loose T’-shirt, her thin cotton sports bra laying beneath providing support for her and perky, young 34B sized titties. Young and still budding, her breasts untouched by the ravages of time and even at 24yrs she was still filling out a little more with each of her passing years into maturity.

***

Stepping out of the change room, Courtney was surprisingly greeted with the sight of Janice, her boss doubled over in front of her, stretching to touch her toes dressed in similar leggings as hers, save for the more pant-like look, flared from calf to ankle. The girl couldn’t help but stare as her boss presented to her the large, shapely ass not more than a few feet away. Seeing her stunning, older employer’s big, beautifully round behind sitting high up in the air, legs held at a stance wide enough for Courtney to see just about everything laying under the tight leggings, it left her feeling the warm blushes that suddenly cross her cheeks.

“Oh good, you didn’t dawdle so we can get right to it…”

Janice then quipped while righting herself, turning to face Courtney where she would for the first time get a better look at the young girl’s body through the tight workout clothes. Ogling would be a better word used to describe how the older woman looked at her while taking in her young charms.

Courtney could by all rights be called skinny, yet she was developing into quite a stunner herself with a trim, tight ass, a thin, wasp-like waistline capped off with her ever developing, perky – young girl tits that would one day evolve into a beautiful set of womanly tits to be admired and too ogled by all – as Courtney was finding herself doing here with her very hot and much older boss.

Janice liked what she was seeing in her pretty, dirty-blond haired 5ft 4-inch tall assistant. This lovely girl before her, the girl she was going to use as many a means as necessary to get from her what she wanted…

“Alright young lady lets you and me head into one of the Yoga studios so we can use the floor mats to get some stretching in before we hit any of the machines.” Janice directed next, leading Courtney forward with her hand placed at the small of the girl’s back like a man might do while ushering his date into a restaurant of theatre. It gave Courtney a tingling shiver.

Entering the small studio and standing side by side facing one of the mirrored walls, Janice paused once more to let herself drink in just how lovely a body the young girl had, while like-wise, Courtney too was admiring her boss’s strong, full and muscular form. Never the less, as each had shared in this lingering look, their intent however differed greatly.

“Okay, let’s start out with some toe touches…” Janice directed as she then effortlessly folder herself in half at the waist and having no trouble touching her toes as she had moments earlier to the view of Courtney’s wide, surprised eyes. Yet in trying to do the same in replicating her boss’s fluid movement, Courtney struggle in her want to please. By bending too quickly she lost her centre of balance, the resulting momentum sending her forward in a clumsy display.

“Oooh..!” The girl gasped as she her body lurched forward, causing her to catching herself with her hands landing hard with a dull thud on the padded flooring.

When Bobbie was a teenager, she was hardly a tomboy. Even though she’s twenty-one now, she still reflects a lot of the girly traits she once had. This goes part in parcel with a lot of things she likes, from her clothes to her choices in furniture.

Her old room back at our folk’s place was a case in point. Used to be, the walls were light pink with cream trim on the baseboards and ceiling. Paintings of fantasy scenery — forests with unicorns, elves, etc. — on nearly every wall, and soft, plush carpet in a contrasting hue lined the floor.

It looked like the typical girl’s room… that is, until you looked at her bed.

That bed was an inheritance of sorts; given by our grandfather Gus, when his wife Norma passed away a few years ago. It was a huge queen-sized rig, consisting of a massive, solid mahogany four-poster frame, with carvings of horse heads and other nature themes carved into the wood. With mattress and all, it came up to about waist-high to me, and Bobbie often said she had to make a running jump just to get into bed every night.

Mom kept telling my sister that she’d get a better bed in the future, but Bobbie wouldn’t take any suggestion otherwise. She LOVED that bed so much. It was her fortress, her refuge… but, sad to say, eventually Bobbie’s other interests — sports, computers, and a half-dozen other hobbies — began to crowd in and take up more space in her bedroom than our parents would allow. It forced her to have to decide to relinquish her cherished heirloom bed in favor of a space-saving futon; something Bobbie didn’t like in the first place.

So, that’s when I, her big brother came to the rescue. For when the time came and I moved into my current apartment, I needed a bigger bed for the master bedroom. I hadn’t had much luck finding one to buy myself, but when the subject came up over dinner at the parent’s home one night, Bobbie made the ‘suggestion to both Mom and Dad to let me take her four-poster. After a short discussion, both of our parents agreed it was the perfect solution. I didn’t have to spend any money to get a new bed (which could be used elsewhere), and Bobbie’s precious heirloom didn’t have to be given away to someone else, or at the least broken down and shoved into the shed out in the backyard.

So, that’s how I ended up with that big, four-poster, and have been using it for nearly seven years. It’s a hell of a lot more comfortable than my old twin matress, and certainly a lot more roomy….

And, at this particular moment, Bobbie’s bed was being used for something I never, EVER thought I’d be doing in it.

* * * *

Yes, Bobbie was getting her pussy eaten. And unless you missed it, it was me, her brother Jerry, who was munching on her tasty little cookie!

“Ooo, mmmh! Ya-hah-AAH!” Bobbie’s moans were the fuel for a new orgasmic fire; her head tipped back on the mattress, rolling over the dark-cotton sheets, with her throat exposed as she arched herself like a bow. Both hands were gripping the posts bracketing the headboard, as she let her legs splay out in a near-split. Toes curling and clenching with every spasm of pleasure that was wracking her body.

I stretched out between her spread legs on my belly, clad in only my boxer-briefs, with my legs sticking off the end of the huge bed. I used to think that four-poster was almost too big for me. Now, however, it seemed just perfect for the activity at hand, Holding onto Bobbie’s thighs, I had her lower body pinned to the mattress as I slurped, licked and nibbled on her pussy. Almost wallowing like a pig at the trough, because Bobbie was leaking pussy cream by the quart, I relished her pussy’s flavor — as I said before, like high-quality rum and sweet butterscotch.

It was probably the most delicious thing that I had ever tasted before (and that’s saying something, out of the baker’s dozen or so cunts I’ve eaten in my life). I swabbed my tongue up one side of her labia and down the other, while pausing from time to time to lavish as much attention to her clit as I could. That little pebble of rigid flesh was very sensitive, for about each time I put my wet oral digit against it, Bobbie would clap her thighs against my ears when the sensations made her slam her legs around my head.

“AaaAHH! Jerry, ohmiGOD!” Her hips were bucking like a bronco, and with the “spur” of my teeth nipping gently against her nubbin, she almost knocked me back off the bed on the fourth time I did that. Quivering and mewling with delight over the pleasure-pain I was causing, my dark-haired baby sister was cresting towards her third climax in as many minutes.

I managed to pry my face away from her heaving body briefly, licking up the cream on my lips and grinning up at her as I muttered, “Mmm, sweet pussy! Candy cunt!”

Breath laboring in her lungs, Bobbie craned her head up, bracing against the pillows with her shoulders as she stared with lust-fogged eyes at me. “Ya-you . . . oooh, god! You, like . . . th-the taste of my pussy, J-Jerry?”

With a growl, ataköy escort I just leered at her. “Like? Nah, love it.” Without further prompting, I dove back in, thrusting my tongue deep into her swollen gash, making her squeal with passion. What I had told her held true — my baby sister had a pussy I could eat for days, if it were possible. Despite the copious amount of cream oozing from her cookie, I was determined to give it the ol’ college try.

Eventually, Bobbie’s pussy couldn’t take much more stimulation. Her legs straightened out over my shoulders, scissoring my head in a vice-lock. Even from my place between those thighs, I could see the onset of another orgasm as her tummy began to ripple in waves. Above, her back arched to extreme as her cries hit a high note and held in one, long, sweet screech of release. Her pussy was practically spewing molten cream, coating my chin, lips and cheeks with her wonderful essence. I rode it out, coaxing out as much of her liquid flow as I could, until her spray slowed to a slow dribble-drip and her body went as limp as a rag-doll.

Eventually, I slipped up from between Bobbie’s legs and propped myself up on my arms to look at her. Her short hair was damp against my pillow, skin flushed with that blush of passion. Her cries of release were now mere whimpers of aftershock-pleasure, coming between gasps as she coasted down from her climax.

With a fond smile, I said, “You still with me, kiddo?”

Breathing deeply, Bobbie kept her eyes closed as she murmured, “mmm, gimme a sec . . . t’ink I left my head back on th’ moon!”

I had to chuckle at that. “Well, you are welcome.”

Giving herself a shake, Bobbie groaned and made a weak swing to punch my arm. “Don’t go getting a big head, Jerry,” she growled, totally ruining the attempt to sound cross with the mile-wide smile plastered across her own face. “Geez!” She opened her eyes and looked up at me. “Where in the hell did you learn to eat pussy like that!?” Another shiver raced down her body. “Oo, I can’t cum like that even with my vibrator.”

Shaking my head, I just said, “Practice makes perfect, kiddo. Especially if it’s something I like to do.”

Bobbie laughed softly as she pulled her legs up from around me and curled into a ball on the sheets. “Gawd, you did mention something about loving to eat it.” Her body shifted a bit, as she looked away with some awe in her voice, saying “How am I ever going to get it that good, again?”

I reached out and lay one hand on her hip, stroking it softly. “You saying I may have spoiled you, Bobbie?”

Bobbie looked back at me and sighed. “Umm . . . maybe? I mean, Jerry! You just ate your sister’s pussy so good, but I just . . . geeesh, I dunno what to think right now.”

I just smiled and leaned over to place a soft kiss on her shoulder. “Well, you rest and gather what’s left of your brains, seeing how you probably left them in orbit still.” That got me another mimed-punch to the arm, as I straightened up and got off the bed. “As for me, I need a shower.”

As I started to turn away, Bobbie’s voice stopped me; “Wait, you’re just going to leave me here? I mean . . . aren’t you, um, well . . .?” She cleared her throat, before asking, “Aren’t you horny, Jerry?”

I stopped halfway to the door of the master bath, looking back at Bobbie with a lopsided grin. “Well, yeah. I won’t lie, kiddo. Eating that tasty pussy of yours has gotten to me.” I glanced down at my crotch, and Bobbie’s eyes followed, taking in the sizable lump formed under my boxer-briefs.

“Well,” Bobbie drawled, smiling weakly as she looked at my hard-on. “Don’t you . . . um, want me to–?”

“Kiddo, first things first.” I smiled to take the sting out of any sort of rejection Bobbie might have gotten just then. “I’ve got to have a shower. Plus, I did what I did because I wanted to, and I’m not the one to expect you to offer or do anything to me in return. That’s just how I am when it comes to such things — and you can ask any of my former girl friends about that.” With a fond smile, I added, “Just let me clean up, and . . . well, we’ll talk more about this after, okay?”

Bobbie smiled, looking relieved if a bit sad too. “‘Kay.”

* * * *

Once in the relative safety of my master bath, I figured to do some serious think-stuff over what I did to Bobbie this afternoon. But, once I got the water as hot as I could tolerate it, my previous thoughts of getting over a short-day’s worth of stiff muscles and grease monkey grit took hold. So, I slipped into the stall and proceeded to really work myself over with a soap laden scrubby.

Oh, just to put this out for you, my master bathroom is one of the couple of small things I decided to splurge on when it came to this apartment. After a lifetime of sharing one with the family — a rather cramped affair with a combo shower/bath and little room for else — I decided I’d upgrade when I got my own place. The apartment previously had bakırköy escort a large if Spartan master bathroom, complete with a small shower, stand-alone tub, commode and vanity sink. Well, a couple of weeks of landlord-approved, applied renovations, and I have a wide shower stall, an efficiency “throne” and the vanity is a smaller sink and mirror affair. The tub was the only thing remaining from the original fixtures.

The other feature of the new shower was that the fixture wasn’t the traditional overhead, single shower head. I opted to have six optional, efficiency pivot shower tiles installed, that way I could control how much of a dousing I got when I took one.

So now, I had four of the tiles pouring spray down on me, while I braced my arms against the stall walls. The streams were pounding my naked body just hard enough to be like a soothing massage, and hot enough to relax me almost all the way. Letting my head hang down to my chest, I had my eyes closed and drifted with the sensations.

What knocked me back to reality was the sensation of a gust of cooler air at my back. That only happens when the stall door is opened.

I craned my head around… and froze when I saw Bobbie was standing in the opening, looking in at me with an expression that was half-timid, half-embarrassed but mostly determined, like she’d made up her mind about something.

“Hey?!” I said, somewhat shocked and unable to move just then. Bobbie was still naked, and seeing her again did little to return me to a relaxed state.

“Jerry,” Bobbie said, “I know you said we’d talk when you got finished in here, but… I don’t think this can wait.” Before I could comment, she lifted one foot and stepped into the stall behind me, letting the door drift shut as she let go of the handle. The sound of the catch locking into place, while usually soft, sounded as loud as a metal door slamming closed in a vault to me. Stepping further in, she moved up behind me and pressed herself against my back, while wrapping her arms around my wet torso.

I stiffened a bit, unsure what Bobbie was driving at, at least at first. Even as intimate as we’d been on that big bed, I wasn’t certain that she’d want to reciprocate giving me any pleasure — no matter what form she would be comfortable giving. Yet, the sensation of her soft skin against mine sent some rather un-brotherly thoughts clattering around in my head.

Bobbie must’ve had some similar thoughts herself. Her nipples were hard and drilling into my back, and both of her hands were tracing soft, caressing patterns on my stomach. I felt her shiver, yet knew it couldn’t be from the lack of heat. “So . . . you, ah, wanna talk about-?”

“Jerry,” Bobbie said, her voice soft yet coming over the sound of the spray covering the both of us in the wet. “I don’t think there’s anything TO talk about.” She rested her head against my back, letting out a gusty breath that sent goose flesh racing across my skin. Then, I heard her say, “Jerry . . . turn around. Please?”

I almost didn’t do it. Yet, my brain was disconnected enough from the rest of me so that, without further prompting, my body did turn in place under the spray. Now facing my sister, there was no hiding the fact that I was still sporting a three-quarter hard on. Bobbie had let me go and moved back a step to let me turn, and now she was staring down at my lower body; her eyes taking in every exposed inch of my dick. The only sound in the shower was the falling water and the almost-perceptible sound of the both of us breathing quickly.

“Bobbie?” I asked, unsure what she was thinking right then.

She lifted her eyes at my soft-spoken query — both were pools of smoking, dark-ink that were lit with azure light inside. About six seconds passed as she locked gazes with me, before she reached out and placed one hand against my belly; pressing it gently against my navel as she reached out to brace her other hand against the shower wall. Dropping her gaze, she smoothly lowered herself onto her knees, which brought her to eye-level with my groin. Once there, she removed her one hand from the wall and brought it towards my dick. I could see a slight tremble in her reaching fingers, but the instant she touched my nearly-erect flesh her hand became as steady as a rock.

The contact was like touching a live wire; electric, hot and it made my cock swell to full rigidity in a heartbeat. I sucked in a sharp breath, only to let it out with a moan when Bobbie started to slowly stroke me. My dick seemed to gain another half an inch, and the sensations of her water-slick hand was making my modest six-plus feel ten-feet long!

When I tensed my hips, almost bucking up into her closed hand to prolong the sensations, Bobbie broke the tension with a soft, pleased giggle. “Ooo! I think this is gonna be fun,” she said.

“Wh-what, i-is?” I asked, trying to keep from sounding like the panting, hopped up and horny guy I was. Looking down, the image topkapı escort of my baby sister down on her knees, her body naked and glistening from the shower spray, was slowly becoming burned into my brain.

Bobbie looked up, smiling as she edged a bit closer to kneel just inside my spread legs. “Making you feel as good as you made me feel, big brother.” With that, Bobbie leaned up and spread her fingers enough to expose the underside of my erect cock, and slowly ran the tip of her tongue along the whole length of it. Passing from balls to flare tip in one lick, Bobbie set every synapse in my brain on fire and caused me to let out a happy groan that echoed off the shower walls. Seeing and hearing my reaction, Bobbie tipped her head to the side, shifted her hand to grip the base of my dick and proceeded to repeat the same action. Over, and over again.

I couldn’t keep air in my lungs, as the electric sensations flooded my body with such powerful waves of pleasure. Gasping and groaning, it was all I could do to keep my arms out and my feet planted in the tub, so as not to topple over and ruin the whole moment.

Bobbie, for her part, kept looking up at me and grinning as she continued to paint my dick with her saliva. At one point, she got a wicked glint in her eyes and curled her tongue around the circumference of my shaft. It was at that point I realized my baby sis had a very long oral digit! It nearly encircled me to the point she could have touched her upper lip on the other side. With her tongue wrapped around me, she slowly dragged it back and forth, all the way down and up again to where she grazed the edge of my cock head.

Fuck me! I’ve had blow jobs a-plenty, but none before this moment were ever able to curl my toes and set me on the edge of orgasm so quickly!

Bobbie must have sensed this, because she disengaged herself from her oral efforts and leaned back to look up at me. She kept the fires stoked by gently pumping my shaft, but wisely — I think — kept her touch away from my cock head; which would have surely tripped my trigger just then. With a happy, yet shy look, she asked me, “Am I doing all right, Jerry? Is this making you feel good?”

“Ohh, ah, y-yes,” I said, struggling through the feelings of bliss to form words. “It’s . . . mmm, it feels great, kiddo!”

Bobbie giggled, sounding very pleased. She rubbed her free hand across my tummy and down one of my legs, before she took notice of how both of my legs were trembling with the effort to stay upright. “Um, Jerry, maybe you’d better sit down?” She paused in her manipulations of my cock, and nodded towards the rear of the stall where it flared out to form a small half-seat.

“Ahh, y-yeah,” I said, able to gather enough strength to shift around her compact body and lower myself down onto the seat. I clenched a bit, feeling the cool surface of the seat against my buttocks, but that feeling passed when Bobbie reached out and parted my legs with a gentle touch.

“Lean back, Jerry,” Bobbie prompted, moving in to put herself squarely between my open thighs. “I’ll need all the space I can get.” She giggled again, before moving up so that she could brace her arms against the tops of my thighs. This pressed her upper body in close enough, so that I could feel her breasts brushing against the inner surfaces of my legs.

“You can have whatever y-you want, kiddo,” I said, stretching my legs out against the sides of the tub. “Just get back to what you started, ‘kay?”

Dipping down, Bobbie took hold of my rampant dick once more and fisted it a few times. This made a bubble of precum ooze out of the tip, where it clung to my cock head briefly before it started to trickle down the shaft. It didn’t get very far, as Bobbie stretched out her tongue and lapped it up like a cat with her face in a bowl of cream. She closed her eyes a bit, tasting the flavor of my precum. Her eyes popped open and she said. “Mmm, that was . . . good!” She slowly squeezed me from root to tip, forcing out another good sized dollop to slurp up with relish.

“Oooh,” I moaned, bucking my hips slightly.

Bobbie licked her lips. “Hmm, I think I like how you taste, Jerry.” She sucked me back into her mouth, eager for more of my precum.

I encouraged her with a hoarse whisper. “Bobbie . . . don’t stop. You’re killing me here!”

If I was worried she wasn’t into this before, all that was washed away by what happened next. “Well, I don’t want you to die, Jerry,” she said, grinning as she leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over my heated flesh. “At least, not in a bad way.” With that, she lifted herself so that her head hovered above my leaking cock head. Her black eyes never left mine as she extended her tongue, slowly letting it drape around the flared, purple head before she followed with her open mouth. There was a sizzling spark that arced between our locked gazes, just as her plump lips closed down around me, followed by a soft, sucking sound as she drew in a third of my rock-hard dick. As she descended, her tongue swirled across every ridge and vein on my dick, which ramped the pleasure factor exponentially with every passing moment. Eventually, she had all of my dick inside her willing mouth. Holding it there for a few moments, she then began to retreat back up the stalk, repeating the magic her tongue made on the way down.

My wife had just returned home from her trip as Tom was leaving. Suddenly it hit me, our bed was still a mess from Tom fucking me.

My wife gave me a quick kiss and let me know she had to use the bathroom after travelling. She headed to the bathroom right there on the main floor, giving me time to clean up.

I grabbed her bags and rushed upstairs. I dropped them as soon as I entered our room and darted to the bed to straighten up.

“Honey,” I heard my wife, “where’d you go?”

“Brought your bags up for you,” I replied.

I finished smoothing out the bedspread just as she came in.

“Thanks sweetheart,” she smiled at me. “I’m gonna take a shower.”

That now gave me time to clean up better than just smoothing over the bed. I stripped the bed to wash the sheets. We washed our sheets every weekend so this wouldn’t be out of the ordinary to my wife. After getting the sheets into the washing machine, I went and wiped down the living room carpet where some of my cum had dripped earlier. It had started to dry by now so my wife wouldn’t have seen it, but it was cum in the carpet … it still needed to be cleaned.

I heard the shower shut off upstairs just as I finished. Crisis averted!

From there, the rest of our weekend continued on as normal, as if nothing else had happened. And so did the next week. I went to work and spent my evenings just like any other week. There was no word from Tom at all, not even the following Saturday.

Then, about an hour before I was to head to bed on Sunday night, I checked my email and I had a message from him. It said simply:

“Text me. Now.” And there was a cell number.

I hesitated for a minute as I considered not responding. Who was I kidding? I texted the number provided, letting him know it was me, and waited for a response. My phone chimed shortly thereafter. I opened the message and there I saw a picture of Tom’s hard dick along with a message:

“Ready to get fucked by this cock tomorrow?”

“I can’t. Working,” I responded.

“Working my shaft,” came the reply.

Then another, “You will call in sick. I am fucking you tomorrow. This is not a question.”

I sat there for a few minutes, dumbstruck, weighing my options. I had work that needed to be done. This man couldn’t just decide when and where he could have me. As much as I ended up enjoying my first anal experience with a man, I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it again.

But damn, it really did feel good … If I didn’t keep this up with Tom now, was I going to take my chances finding another man if I decided I wanted cock again …? That’s a risk on several levels … My cock was stirring as I debated in my head …

“Ok. See you tomorrow,” I responded.

“I knew you’d come around. Fuck you tomorrow,” came across my phone.

I was horny now so I rushed into the bathroom and lowered my shorts. I pulled up the picture of Tom’s cock on my phone and started jerking off, thinking about him inside of me. I got and idea. I set the phone on the counter, licked my middle finger on my free hand, and pushed it up my own behind. I finger-fucked my brown hole and jerked my cock furiously as I built toward and orgasm. ataköy escort As I got close to climax, I stopped thrusting my finger in-and-out, instead curling the tip to rub my prostate.

That did it, that sent me quickly over the edge! A couple more tugs and I shot ropes of cum on the bathroom vanity. When the last drops of cum stopped, I pulled out my finger, washed my hands, cleaned up my mess, and went to bed.

I woke up the next morning and went through my normal routine so I wouldn’t arouse any suspicions from my wife. As soon as she left for work I sent my boss an email that I wouldn’t be in today. I then texted Tom that the coast was clear.

Twenty minutes later, I finally received a reply.

“On my way. Go find a pair of your wife’s black panties, used if possible, and put them on. Wear nothing else. Leave the door unlocked and wait for me in your bed,” read the instructions.

I unlocked the back door and went upstairs. I searched the hamper and found a pair of black thongs (my wife doesn’t like panty lines and only wears thongs), stripped, and slid them on. They were very tight, but being an in-shape guy, I was able to get them on.

I laid on the bed and waited. The anticipation was killing me! Finally, I heard the door open and footsteps climbing the stairs.

“Good boy,” Tom said as he entered the room. “You followed instructions well.”

Tom leaned over the bed and gently stroked around my shaft with his fingertips. I felt a tingling sensation and my cock started to grow inside the panties.

“Fresh or used?”

“I got them out of the hamper,” I said.

“Nice,” he moaned. That obviously turned him on a little more than if they had been freshly washed.

“Get up and undress me,” Tom commanded.

I did. I stood before this man and lifted his shirt above his head. I then reached down and unfastened his belt, undid the top of his fly, unzipped his jeans, and pulled down his pants. I slipped off his socks as he stepped out of the pants. Then, lastly, I hooked my fingers into the waistline of his boxers and pulled them off his body. I stood up and waited for my next instructions.

“You know what you want to do,” Tom said, looking into my eyes. That struck me. Not what he wanted me to do, but what I wanted to do.

With that, I dropped to my knees. I grabbed his semi-erect dick, stroked it a couple of times and started sucking him.

“That’s it, cocksucker. Get me nice and hard so I can fuck your tight little ass.”

I felt Tom’s cock hardening in my mouth again. One hand stroked his shaft while I sucked and the other grabbed his ass for leverage as I sucked his now engorged cock. I pulled my head back until I felt his mushroom head hit my lips and then slid forward feeling his shaft run across my tongue. My own cock was now fully hard, straining against the cotton of my wife’s panties, and it hadn’t been touched at all.

Tom put his hand on the back of my head. He wasn’t trying to get me to deep throat him, but was humping along with the pace of my sucking. I was slobbering all over his shaft, greedily sucking this thick cock. He was right, I did want ataşehir escort this!

I sucked that hard cock for about five minutes, getting turned on hearing Tom moan in appreciation. Suddenly, he pulled out.

“You know what else you want,” he said matter-of-factly. Again, what I wanted …

I made no hesitation, got to my feet and climbed into bed. I laid on my back and spread my legs open.

“What a good slut,” Tom said. The bed creaked as he climbed on, too. On his knees, he moved between my legs.

“What do we have here,” he asked jokingly as rubbed my ass hole through the fabric of my wife’s thong. “A tight little pussy waiting to get fucked?”

The question was rhetorical and he pulled the material over to the side, exposing my waiting hole.

“Put my cock where you want it, bitch,” he told me.

I grabbed his shaft and lined it up to my puckered hole, just like my wife would do if I was about to fuck her pussy. As soon as his head made contact he began slowly pushing forward. He was, thankfully, gentle getting me to open up. He would push forward a little as my hole loosened, then backed away as he felt pressing resistance. He kept at the process until finally my ring gave way and let his head pop in.

“Oh yesssss,” we both moaned. He worked the entire length in me eventually and started fucking my ass with a steady pace.

As he got going, he was working roughly half his length into my ass with each stroke, maybe a little more. I looked down and watched his hips move forward and his cock disappear inside of me, and then the hips pull back and his cock reappear. I always enjoyed watching myself fuck women, but I liked watching myself on the receiving end just as much.

He leaned forward more, practically laying on me now. This blocked my view of the fucking, which was disappointing, but his cock started moving deeper and that was amazing!

“Oh, yeah,” he squealed in my ear. “Your ass is so fucking tight! That’s it, bitch, take my cock! Take it! You like my cock?”

“Mmm hmm,” I replied. That wasn’t good enough for him.

“Tell me you love it. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“Oh god, I love it,” I panted. “Keep fucking me. Fuck me harder. Ooooohhhh, fuck yes.”

He was giving my ass a good hammering and I loved it. He had been fucking me nonstop for about 10 minutes and my ass was getting raw, but I didn’t care. Tom’s breathing was a bit labored, but not the kind that signaled an approaching orgasm.

“I’m getting tired,” he informed me. “Time for you to do the work.”

He pulled out of me and rolled onto his back, his rock hard cock sticking straight in the air. I got up onto my knees, swung a leg over his waist, and positioned myself above the waiting penis. Tom re-entered me easily and I slid down his pole.

The nice thing about this position meant I could control how deeply he entered me. Most women use this as an opportunity to take the cock shallower, but I wanted it deeper. Tom grabbed my hips and thrust himself upward and I pushed my body down to take as much of his length in my ass as possible. His mushroom head rubbed past my fındıkzade escort prostate with every stroke and pressed into my guts. I just kept bouncing away!

“Those are some sexy panties you have on, bitch,” Tom said. “They really do look nice holding in that throbbing cock.”

“Thank you, glad you like them,” I replied.

“I bet they look great on your sexy wife, too, don’t they?”

“Mmm hmm, they do.”

“Too bad she isn’t here right now,” Tom continued. “What do you think she’d say if she saw you wearing her panties while I fucked your ass”

I just moaned. I had no idea how to really answer that, but the idea of it made me excited.

“Do you think she’d like watching you get fucked by a man? Do you think this would turn her on?”

I started bouncing on his dick even faster.

“Do you think she’d be excited?” Tom kept on. “Would she be so horny that she’d want to try fucking my cock, too?”

“Ung,” was the grunt that escaped my lips as my cock twitched a little.

“Oh, that excites you, huh? You want to watch your wife fucked by another man? You want to watch me spread her long legs and slam my cock inside of her pussy like I do your ass? Tell me.”

“Yes,” I responded, “that turns me on!”

Tom grabbed my hips even tighter and started slamming into me as hard as he could. Slap, slap, slap was all you heard in the room.

“I’m so close. I need to take out my cock,” I announced.

I pulled the front of my wife’s panties down under my balls so they were held in place. My cock was bouncing up and down wildly now that it was free. That actually felt amazing! Pre-cum was dripping out of my cock like a faucet as my cock flung around uncontrollably.

“I’m going to cum,” I announced. “Oh fuck I’m going to cum.”

“Yeah, slut,” Tom said. “Pretend your wife is watching. Show her how you can cum without even touching your cock! Show her how much you like dick – my dick! – in your ass!”

I closed my eyes and imagined it. Imagined my wife right next to me while I bounced happily on this cock. My dick was still swinging up and down, wildly in the air. I leaned back a little bit so Tom’s cock head hit my prostate at a slightly better angle and that was it!

Cum started spurting from my cock, flying all over as my cock bounced around. I finally needed to touch it. I stopped bouncing, bent over Tom’s body and stroked my cock as my body spasmed and I finished a very intense orgasm.

Tom was still thrusting deep inside me as my ass muscles gripped his shaft. Finally, he pushed as deep inside of me as he could and held himself there.

“Oooooohhhhh, aaaahhh,” came from his mouth.

I felt his cock twitch and a rope of cum spit into my bowels. Then another twitch and another spurt of cum. And another. And another, until he was finally done cumming. I pulled off of his cock with a plop. My hole was so loose from the long fucking that his cum dripped from my ass onto his stomach.

“Clean me up, bitch,” he commanded. I moved and leaned over his body. I extended my tongue and began licking up the ropes of cum that had flown from my cock as well as the pool of his cum that fell from my ass.

“That’s good,” he said as he got up and began dressing to leave.

“Listen, I’m coming over Friday night. We’ll have some beers, have a nice time …” he trailed off.

Then he said, “And I’ll fuck you and your wife. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

Tom slapped my ass and left. Just like that, he was gone. Well, until Friday night anyway …

Nik laid in bed, curled up under the blood soaked blankets. His body felt heavy. Muscles ached. One hell of a headache made opening his eyes a crack torture. He remembered it all though, an intense, wild night of carnal, incestuous pleasure. No words could describe the feeling and sensations experienced other than it felt natural. But a piece of his modern, socially conditioned mind felt a tinge of regret for the taboo of it. If incest was wrong, why did it feel so right?

“Are you okay, sweetie?” Veronika asked, walking into the room.

She wore a simple bathrobe, sitting next to him to rub his muscles.

“Still feeling sore from last night?” she continued.

“Yeah, my body feels like I put on a ton. Hard to move. My lips are dry too,” he meekly whispered.

“I’ll go get you some water,” she said.

Returning with a glass, she helped him drink it slowly. Some spilled onto the bed, but considering it was already ruined from her neck being bitten open, she didn’t care.

“My throat is still dry,” he whispered.

His eyes locked directly onto her jugular. He could smell the sweet vitality call out to him.

“We’re going to learn a lot together, Nik,” Veronika said, pulling up her sleeve. “I’m sorry I never told you sooner. There is a lot to discuss.”

She pressed her wrist to his lips. Sharp teeth quickly extended outwards, piercing the supple, soft skin. Veronika shivered in pleasure, and Nik drank hungrily. This time, he controlled the flow better than the previous night. Once he dined on his mother’s potent vitae, he felt his lips no longer dry. Veronika stroked his hair lovingly, gazing into his eyes.

“We’re vampires, baby, you, me, and your aunts. All our blood relatives are vampires,” she said.

“Even my cousin?”

“Even her.”

“So, why didn’t I need blood before last night, mom?” he asked, confused.

“There is a lot to talk about. I might as well go over it all now. I owe you that much.”

She sighed, wiping a lock of hair from her eye.

“For generations, our family have been vampires. We don’t know the how or the why, we just are. We’re not movie vampires. We can live in the sunlight, stakes don’t do anything to us, but our family, our clan, has a unique curse. We can’t harness our powers without incest.”

“I just thought you and Aunt Viktoria and Krystal were hot, I didn’t think any supernatural mumbo-jumbo had anything to do with my urges.”

“Its okay, baby, your urges are natural for us. It is who we are. There is nothing to be ashamed with thinking your mother is hot. I raised a stud of a son and each day we grew closer to your eighteenth birthday, the more my pussy became moist at the thought of us together.”

“I saw you and Aunt Viktoria enjoying each other yesterday as well.”

Veronika smirked, and blushed.

“Did you enjoy the view?” she asked.

“Yeah, I never got so hard…well, there was one time I saw Aunt Krystal fucking her teammate when they came to visit, but just that one time.”

“I know your next question and the answer is yes, you can fuck your aunts. Aunt Viktoria came here for this very reason. Our family has a long tradition, the parent teaches the child, so that is why she only teased and tempted you yesterday.”

“So that must mean…”

Veronika nodded, knowing exactly what he’d ask.

“Damn, I’d love to see that. So, wait, if we’re vampires, don’t we get some cool powers?”

“That is the hard part of this conversation. We’re in uncharted territory. See, we have a family tome that talks about some of this stuff. It got handed down from mother to daughter for centuries; mother to daughter, never any other combination.”

“What about dad or your parents?”

She shook her head.

“The bloodline has stayed maternally for centuries. From a certain, unknown date onwards, only women have been blood relatives. All the men are not related to the clan. We unlock our power through incest, specifically a man and woman. The tome got damaged. I can only guess during the fighting.”

“Fighting?” Nik asked.

“Do you love me, Nik?”

“Of course.”

“But you’re why there has never been another man in the house since your father passed away, never another man near me sexually. Do you want to know why?”

Nik shrugged his shoulders. He never thought about it growing up, how his mom never had another man around. The only man who would drop in to hang out was his uncle when he came for a visit with Aunt Viktoria.

“Jealousy, it tore the clan apart. Parts are damaged and we don’t have the entire story but the males all killed each other in their lust for power. You felt it when we drank each other’s blood, how I almost suffocated you and then how you got stronger once you drank mine. We feed each other in an incestuous cycle.

Maybe one of our forbearers moaned in a way to make another jealous, or one got greedy and wanted all the clan’s women, it doesn’t matter. Since then we never had a male in the bloodline, until you. I did not want another man in your beşiktaş escort presence in case history repeated itself. I can’t control your aunts, baby, but you’re my man now. You’re the only man I need.”

She reached down and placed a firm hand on his flaccid cock. The immediate touch of her skin made it spring immediately, sending pleasure signals throughout Nik’s body. His blood pumped harder, his breathing increased, and he could smell the wetness between her legs as all his senses heightened.

“The only powers we know about so far are we don’t age when we have sex, and our physical and mental attributes increase…at least that is what the tome says.”

“Mom, your hand feels good,” he groaned. “I need you badly. I don’t care if Aunt Viktoria hears us.”

“Don’t worry, baby, remember we are all supposed to fuck each other. She’ll just have to wait her turn until I’m finished milking my stud son dry.”

Veronika leaned in and passionately kissed him, still rubbing his cock as it got harder and thicker. Nik reciprocated, fondling her huge tits while kissing her back, adding in some tongue action. They moaned in mutual pleasure, their blood setting off endorphins that heightened the pleasure.

“My baby boy is all grown up with a cock that can please any woman. I need It inside me again badly, baby. Fuck mommy again, fuck me hard,” she cooed.

Nik didn’t reply with words but with actions. Veronika let out a pleasurable yelp and then moaned, getting flipped over onto her back. The robe fell open, exposing her perfect, naked body. She reached out, pulling her boy in closer so she could feel his muscular, dominant body on top of her. All grown up, an adult, but inside he’d still be the boy she helicoptered around growing up.

“Yes, baby, it feels so good,” she moaned, feeling his thick cock penetrate her sore pussy.

It had been seventeen years since she had sex, the last time being with his father. Veronika knew her place and role once she birthed a man into the family bloodline. No other man would be needed in order to sate her lust. Patience, the only skill she needed to temper to feel pure bliss.

Nik kissed along her neckline, his sharp teeth lengthening instantly at the temptation of incestuous blood. Better controlled than last night, he sunk his teeth in gently, like leaving a love bite but with enough force to break the skin.

Once the blood touched his hungry lips, he felt a force inside him fortify. He felt it before but the literal blood lust clouded his thoughts during the moment.

“Your pussy feels great, mommy. Every time I thrust into you I don’t want to stop,” he grunted.

“Slow down, work your hips gently right now. Let’s take it slow,” she tells him. “Last night we got consumed by the blood lust. Let’s enjoy this moment and explore all our bodies have to offer.”

The lusty mother bit her lips, letting her hands explore his muscular, compact physique. Fingers danced along the muscles on his arm, shoulders, stomach, all over. She counted herself lucky to have a handsome, stud of a son to enjoy their incestuous relationship in.

Nik spent ample time exploring his mother’s large tits, fondling them, kissing them, engulfed in the euphoria of making them his forever. His hands caressed her legs, from thigh to calf, teasing her as he tried to find sensitive, erogenous zones hidden in plain sight.

They cuddle-fucked slowly the entire time, making it softer, sweeter, more romantic than their previous night’s hump fest. Their eyes would lock and they would blush and smile, happy to be together like long, lost lovers. No hint of shame remained between mother and son, only a deepening love, both sexual and parental.

“My big, strong, boy, I lay it on thick because you don’t know how important you are to me,” she cooed, letting her head fall back against the pillow.

Nik’s teeth dug deeper into her jugular, drinking up her crimson honey. Each gulp filled up muscles, reinvigorating long, dormant powers.

“I want to cum inside you again and again. I need to, mommy,” he said.

Before Veronika could reply, Nik’s lips pressed against hers, feeding the lusty mother with powerful vitae. Sloppily, she gratefully drank the crimson liquid, but some of it dribbled out onto her face and pillow. Nik didn’t mind, licking his mom’s face of the blood.

They held each other tenderly, enjoying the intimate moment for a while longer. Nik came inside the wanton womb casually, letting the sperm splash inside as if it were as normal as breathing. Veronika cooed again, feeling the hot goo fill her up.

“I think we should clean up and eat breakfast now, baby. Aunt Viktoria is visiting and it’d be rude of us to spend all day in bed fucking. We can always do that when she leaves.”

Nik nodded, planting one final, romantic kiss before rolling off her.

X

A little while later, Veronika walked down into the kitchen after getting cleaned up. She finally put on some normal clothes.

“I know that look, Ver, that look like taksim escort you found gold,” Viktoria said, looking up from her papers at the kitchen table. “You fucked him a good hour?”

“More or less,” she replied, head in her hands at the table.

Veronika looked like she stared at the hot teacher with a schoolgirl crush. Viktoria just smirked, knowing she’d probably get the same look soon.

“Did you guys talk at all?”

“I told him a few things but you’re the tome bearer, sis. You can fill in the gaps I don’t remember. Give him time to rest and eat and I’m sure he’ll fuck you.”

“He didn’t get all weird about his aunt wanting to fuck him?”

“Nope, far from it,” Veronika smiled. “He admitted having sexual desires for us.”

“Maybe he’ll cure the dyke out of Krystal. I’m surprised he isn’t her kid half the time,” Viktoria observed. “I made a couple calls and made sure to get time off for the game. I think it only right to see him play since I’m already here.”

“He’ll be ecstatic to hear that. This is his big year, sis. He needs all the support he can get.”

“I know, I know, you won’t shut up about it,” Viktoria commented.

“You don’t talk about Katherine much. She is doing okay, right?”

“Yeah, of course. I’m not the helicopter mom like you are. She is her own woman. I set some ground rules I expect followed and then give her space. Good grades, good clubs, no troubles, just a normal, boring daughter; the best kind. Like I told you yesterday, I’m focused on making sure she doesn’t end up preggo by some deadbeat loser and leaving her a single mother.”

“Just have her marry Nik,” Veronika joked.

“Don’t think it hasn’t passed my mind. Family is the only bond we can trust, sister. Blood ensures we’re loyal.”

“Mom, can you cook breakfast for me, please?” Nik suddenly asked, walking into the kitchen. He wore only his boxers, still reeked of sex, and covered in blood. He didn’t clean himself up, having dozed off again after his mom left to take a shower.

“My, my, you’re looking mighty handsome there, stud. You left some of that for me to lick up?” Viktoria teased and flirted with him.

“Huh?” Nik responded.

He completely forgot to shower and get rid of all the blood. He looked like he came out of a horror movie.

“I’ll go shower.”

“No, don’t, I’m just teasing you, Nik. Come pull up a stool next to your flirty aunt and keep her company while your mom cooks up breakfast,” Viktoria said, putting away the important papers.

“So mom told me you know everything? Aunt Krystal knows everything too?” he asked Viktoria.

“We sure do. Our mom taught each of us when we turned eighteen, family tradition.”

“I’m not gay though,” Nik randomly stated.

“Wait, what? Who said you were gay?” Veronika said, stunned.

“Well, Aunt Viktoria said Grandma taught all of you, so that means you all lezzed out together.”

Viktoria began laughing loudly, so hard a tear streaked her face.

“Don’t be silly. You don’t have to be taught sexually. Don’t get me wrong, mom had a smoking body when we were younger, but I meant teach you the family business. This is rich, Ver.”

“Give him a break, Viktoria, he is taking in a lot of stuff at once.”

“The only thing your teenage male brain needs to process right now is you got two smoking hot babes who’ll ride you dry. The book says your cum is going to give us eternal youth, and I don’t want to get old and wrinkly, so you better believe I’m riding your cock as much as possible,” Viktoria commented, running a finger up Nik’s shoulder.

Nik tried to take in and process all that got told to him but it was a lot to handle. All he wanted to do was finish the soccer season as a champ and get scouted for a free ride. All this family sexual drama made his head hurt.

“What else do I need to know?” he asked.

“Blood sharing, feeding us your cum, that is about it; nothing else for us until we test stuff out. I guess there is no use hiding this part but there are other vampire clans out there. We’re not the only one, assuming their lines didn’t die out,” Viktoria answered.

“Wait, there are more of us out there? Incestuous families?”

“I don’t think they are all incestuous, but there should be some out there. We don’t know because we haven’t had any powers in generations. Until you and Veronika drank each other’s blood, we’ve been dormant and hidden.”

“That book doesn’t reveal a lot, does it?”

“It is charred up and hundreds of years old. Fragments are all we get. We’ll be the ones writing the new family tome.”

Veronika laid out plates and served up breakfast.

“Eat up, young man; you have a responsibility to take care of. Don’t worry, baby, mommy won’t be jealous,” Veronika told him, giving him a hot kiss on the lips.

“Fill those muscles full, Nik, I want everything you gave your mom. No holding back. Give it to me,” Viktoria teased, reaching down to rub Nik’s flaccid cock. “I’m sure I can get this hard again soon. Don’t mind nişantaşı escort me.”

“I’ve got the practice game coming soon. I’d be happy if you came to watch, Aunt Viktoria.”

“I’ll make sure not to embarrass you when I cheer from the stands with the other parents. I made sure to get the time off. Now, we won’t be jealous if you want to go off with some tight, young cheerleader after the game,” she teased him, still rubbing his bulge.

“Why would I need a girlfriend when I have mom?” he answered.

Veronika flushed immediately, smiling.

“Heart-breaker already. Hasn’t even fucked me and already I’m not girlfriend material,” Viktoria said, jokingly.

“Very funny, Aunt Viktoria, but you’ll be off back to the west coast. How would I make you my girlfriend when you’re living there?”

“Yes, I would be too far away to fuck every night. What good is a girlfriend you can’t fuck? Your mom has me beat on that front,” Viktoria laughed. “Enough of me teasing and tempting you while you’re hungry. I’m going to go make myself look hot and go wait for you in my room. Take your time and eat your fill.”

Viktoria kissed Nik on the lips, slipping him some tongue, before going off to freshen up. Nik pushed aside all his emotions and focused on eating, filling his stomach with a different kind of vitality. Even while eating, his predatory eyes never left his mother’s body. Back turned to him as she cleaned up some dishes, he gazed hungrily at her perfect ass. Lust, love, hunger, the why mattered not to him, he simply needed to be inside her.

“You finished eating quickly, baby? Want seconds? I don’t think you’ll get a chance to eat for a while, not until Aunt Viktoria has her fill of you.”

She stroked his hair tenderly, showering him with praise and affection.

“Don’t be jealous, mom,” he said.

“Don’t worry, baby, I won’t be jealous. I’m happy and proud you’ve accepted your role in the family so readily. Just relax and just think about being able to fuck two hot MILFs in the same day.”

Nik nodded, digging into a second helping of breakfast, trying to rest before being put out to stud.

X

Viktoria showered and dressed up hot for her nephew. Hot lingerie, a tight gown, elbow length gloves, and ruby red lipstick shining brightly to finish off the desired look. Growing up, Viktoria was a haughty bitch. Either through desire or design, she took life more serious than the others.

Krystal had an athletic build and a warrior’s heart pumping blood in her veins. She spent more time on the field and in the gym than caring about the family legacy. Veronika was the youngest born, and got spoiled the most. Her beauty got her modeling gigs and enough cash to not worry about life. Viktoria took the family teachings to heart, embraced them, and took it upon her own shoulders to carry the burden of family history and future expectations.

Beautiful, brainy, tough, she worked hard to achieve everything in her life without the help of anyone, even her husband, as successful as he may be. Biological fate held her back from achieving it all. She birthed a girl. A few weeks older than Nik, almost brother and sister, she desperately wanted a son so she’d feel a mother’s passionate duty.

She’d have to settle for a nephew. Not what she dreamed for but it’d have to do. She waited there, laid out on the bed seductively and sensually, dressed to the tens like royalty. No cheap slut outfit for her first time, Viktoria would show him who the queen of the family was.

A slight rapping broke up her intense thinking.

“Come in,” she purred.

Nik slipped inside but stopped immediately in his tracks, seeing his hot aunt lying on the bed, stretched out seductively. She pulled up her dress slowly, letting him get a long, good look at her toned legs.

“See something you like, stud?” she asked. “Come sit next to your Auntie. I don’t mind you didn’t wash up. I like it nasty. Something your uncle can’t get it up for, but fuck him.”

Nik sat next to Viktoria, in his shorts, and still covered in the blood and fluids from his morning tryst with Veronika. He still never thought to clean up.

“You look beautiful, Aunt Viktoria.”

“Just call me Viktoria now, Nik. Save the syllable. And I do look hot, don’t I? I am fucking gorgeous.”

He knew her to always be arrogant, though she never put him down ever. More she had a higher opinion of herself than others fed her.

“Now, we’re going to enjoy our fun. I’m going to milk your fat balls dry and get all the cum and blood I can from you before I go back to the west coast.”

She caressed his hair tenderly, giving him motherly affection. The act made Viktoria’s heart skip a beat, and while it did not show on her face, inside she felt a tinge of sadness for not having a son to share this tender moment with.

Nik leaned in, cupping her face. Smooth lips touched hers, glancing the ruby red lipstick. Soft, sensual, they kissed passionately like lovers, caressing each other’s hair and face. Viktoria could smell the blood, not the dried caking but the fresh vitae pumping underneath his skin. The scent intoxicated her mind, made it hazy, and forced her soft kisses to roughen up. Teeth bit and clawed at Nik’s lip, forcing the skin to break open and gush fresh crimson inside her craving mouth.

This is a true story of my first bi experience.

It was the spring of 2010, I was living at the time with one of my best friends. I was 26 and he was 25.

My room mate “Matt” was about 6’3″ kinda dark and muscular. I am 5’9″ light and thinner. I have always considered myself straight and had never been with a guy, however I did often check out gay and tranny porn. I never really found myself attracted to Matt, until this incident.

Matt was dating a girl named Lindsay at the time.

She was 23, very cute, small about 5’2 maybe 100 pounds with dark brown hair and very small breasts.

Lindsay would often have a few drinks then start flirting, usually with me. I never really took her seriously until that Friday night.

I had went out to a few bars that night, my girlfriend at the time, was visiting her parents out of state, so I was flying solo. I got home around 11pm and I saw Lindsay’s car in the drive.

I went inside, as usual the house was dark and Matt’s bedroom door was closed (his room was across the hall from mine) I knew when the door was closed, they were having sex.

I went in my room, closed the door and stripped down to my boxer briefs and a t shirt, turned on the TV and got into bed.

About 10 min later my door slowly opened. It was Lindsay. She was wearing one of Matt’s t shirts and nothing else. That got my attention. But I figured she was just playing with me again.

She hopped on the bed and asked me what I did all night and what bars I went to. She seemed a little nervous and more direct touching my leg through the sheet. I thought at first Matt fell asleep and she wanted to play around (which would have been ok with me) but then she grabbed my arm and said,

“Come with me.” Tugging me.

I got out of bed and she lead me across the hall to Matt’s room.

It was dark except for the TV which had a porn DVD playing. Matt was laying on the bed with just the sheet over his lap.

“Whats up dude?” He said to me.

“Play with us.” Lindsay said, before I could say anything. I asked Matt if it was ok. He said,

“I told her to go get you.”

She took şişli escort off the shirt and my heart was racing. I wondered if I was dreaming.

She pulled the sheet off Matt. For the first time I saw his cock. It was very big I could see pretty well from the bright TV in the room. He was about 7″ and he had just a little hair at the base. Seeing them both naked was very.very hot.

Lindsay got between his legs and started sucking him. I took off my undies and shirt and got closer to her, never having done this I wasn’t sure what to do. when I got closer she kind of looked back at me and lifted her butt up, I thought, well here I go and I leaned down and licked her pussy from behind.

It tasted amazing. Her sweat and juice mixed together. I got hard immediately and started to stroke my cock a little. After a few minutes of tasting her she stops sucking him and looks back at me. She patted the bed next to him and said.

“Here, sit here.” She motioned.

I thought she meant next to him, so she could suck me too. When I started to sit next to him she said,

“No, put your head here.” She patted the bed right next to his lap, opposite her.

At this point I was beginning to wonder what was going to happen. I had never been that close to another guys cock before.

She sucked some more while she looked at me. I was so turned on at this point I could have shot a load just watching.

She pulled his cock out of her mouth and said,

“Your turn.” I wanna watch you two now.

I just about died, I was shocked and turned on at the same time. I looked at Matt and asked him if that was ok.

“Go for it Jay.” He said.

It was like every dirty porno I had jerked off watching was actually happening. I just thought, I have to try this.

I put my hand on it and jerked him a little then I put the head in my mouth. I remember it tasted a little like Lindsay’s lip gloss. (Which I kinda liked) His cock was big but I was surprised how easy it was to suck. It was smooth and very warm.

I was also surprised how hard I was getting while I was sucking him. mecidiyeköy escort It was so wrong and dirty, but so damn hot. I was loving it. I looked up at him and he was looking right at me, watching me take it in my mouth.

For awhile I was in the “zone” and could hardly tell you what Lindsay was doing. It was about he and I at that point.

Lindsay was watching from the edge of the bed, playing with her pussy. She moved kinda opposite me and straddled Matt’s leg and rubbed her pussy on it. I noticed her doing that and I really liked how erotic she looked.

I remember thinking am I really sucking his cock?

then I would hear her say,

“Do you like Jay on your cock Matt?”

I would come back to reality. After what seemed like a very long time of me sucking his cock, he began to breath heavier and thrust his hips more.

I knew he was going to cum soon and I wasn’t sure if I was ready to taste another guys load, but I was curious and very turned on.

After about 5 min Matt said

“Damn dude your gonna make me cum.”

“Shit, I’m fucking cumming for you Jay.”

Hearing those words from him almost made me cum as well.

He leaned back a little and I stroked him faster. I got a little of his cum in my mouth, but I let the rest shoot onto his stomach. I was surprised that it didn’t taste bad, and it made the event even naughtier. Part of me really wanted to lick it right off him, but I decided to hold back a little and make sure it was OK with him. Lindsay asked me if i tasted it. I said a little. she asked if it was good. I nodded and she rubbed her pussy even more. (she told me later it made her really hot)

I decided, I’ve come this far, and I leaned over and licked a little off his stomach.

“You like that huh?” she asked me.

“I guess I do.” I said

Lindsay slid off his leg and Matt got up and said he needed a drink and a shower. I felt like I needed permission to keep playing with her, but I decided not to ask. He walked out of the room and that was all the permission I thought I needed.

I istanbul escort told Lindsay I really wanted to fuck her and had thought about her and jerked off so many times. She kissed me and stroked my cock a little.

She opened her legs and rubbed her clit.

“Put it in me babe.”

Lindsay laid down Missionary and continued to talk dirty, as I slide my cock in her soaked pussy. I wanted to cum so bad, but I held back awhile. I was actually still a little nervous about Matt walking back in and seeing me fucking his girlfriend without him.

Lindsay was saying all the nasty shit I wanted to hear. Asking me If I liked sucking her boyfriends cock and how his cum tasted.

She was rubbing her clit like crazy while I fucked her, after a few minutes her pussy tightened around my cock when she had an orgasm.

She moaned out and her pussy got a little looser.

I knew she didn’t cum so hard because I’m such a stud, but because she liked watching me suck Matt. But that was fine with me.

She asked me how I wanted her so I could cum.

She said I couldn’t cum in her or in her mouth, because that’s only for her boyfriend.

I asked her if I could pull out, and she said,

“Yes, but make sure none gets in my pussy.”

I ended up having her lay flat on her stomach on the bed. I slide it in her pussy from behind her. She moved her legs together which made her very tight. I was so turned on and nervous still about Matt coming back, that I didn’t last long.

I pulled out and shot a huge stream of cum all over her butt.

I got some tissue from the night stand and helped her clean up. she got up, kissed me on the cheek and said how hot that was. She left the room and went to get in the shower with Matt. I took that as my time to leave, so I snagged her panties off the floor and in a moment of lust, I grabbed Matt’s underwear off the bed, for my later alone time and went back to my bedroom.

When I got back in my room I had to check those undies out. I was lucky to see that hers were nice and damp and his had a nice little bit of dry pre cum in them.

I jerked off with both of them for several weeks after, thinking about our evening together.

The next day, It was a little weird with Matt and I. But we broke the ice later talking about how hot Lindsay is and how lucky we were over beers.

We played a few more times after this, all of us and just Matt and I, but this was the first time and my absolute favorite.

Chapter Four: On The Beach

A Jim and Mary Story

Jim and Mary have taken Isobel on a sailing vacation with them, and the three of them are now sharing a makeshift bunk in the cabin of their charter boat. Isobel likes the sex but is afraid she is being used.

Mary came up from the sailboat’s cabin and found Isobel sitting in the cockpit nursing a cup of coffee and staring out to sea. She turned on a smile.

“Good morning, Isobel.” She couldn’t think of a better conversational opener for the woman with whom she and her husband had spent the night having sex. Isobel’s reply was brief and distant.

“I made coffee.”

“Oh, lovely. But I think I’ll make Jim some tea.”

“Please yourself, but the coffee’s still hot.”

Mary hesitated then put her hand on Isobel’s shoulder.

“Last night was good. For us, I mean. We liked it.”

Isobel kept her eyes on the horizon.

“Well …” In light of Isobel’s lack of response Mary didn’t see a way to pursue the conversation. Isobel’s occasional fits of bad temper could be unpleasant but were something that Mary could deal with, but her sullen moods were something much more difficult. She hoped it wasn’t going to be another day of sulks.

She went below and busied herself in the galley, while Jim watched her from the makeshift bed that the three of them had shared.

He had woken even before Isobel and had watched her get up and make coffee for herself. He hadn’t moved. He had been enjoying the sensation of lying stuck to his wife’s back by sweat and spent fluids from the night before. His morning glory had been nestled between Mary’s buttocks as he ran over in his mind the excitements and the passions of the day before and the night the three of them had shared in the sweaty confines of the cabin.

The tryst with Mary and Isobel had stirred sensations he didn’t know he could have. It was like awakening a teenage monster in a half-century old body. He had never been with two women before and the sensations he had experienced had overwhelmed him. He had never had the intensity of feeling in his skin and the powerful sense of his own vigor that he had experienced with their shared bodies. It was still exciting to think about, and although Mary had left the bed, leaving him to cool in the morning air, his erection still pulsed hot against his stomach.

He watched Mary as she made the tea. He had a hard time reconciling the woman he had married all those years ago with the woman whose body he had shared with Isobel. It was a side of Mary he hadn’t even imagined. He had, of course, imagined threesomes. What man hadn’t? But if ever such a thing had been mentioned between them it had certainly never been pursued.

Mary climbed back on the bunk with two cups of tea.

“Hello, lover.”

They pursed their lips and kissed. She flicked his prick with her fingers.

“You’re pretty sporty this morning.”

“You were pretty sporty last night.”

“We all were.” She snuggled up to him. “Did you have fun?”

“You bet. You?”

“Mmmm. Though I wonder if it was a good idea.”

“I know. I thought about that too. Where’s Isobel?”

“On deck.”

“Is she OK?”

“I don’t know. I think she’s in a funk.”

“Why?”

“You know what she’s like.”

“Well, you know it’s gone so far we can’t change it, can we? Do you think we should pretend nothing happened?”

“No, not really. It was exciting, but…”

“I know. Yesterday was a blast for me but I don’t want to wreck the holiday or our relationship.”

“Yes,” said Mary. “I know I kind of started it so it’s partly my fault, but sometimes I get really jealous sharing you with her. Don’t you ever dare do her when I’m not there, will you?”

“No, of course not. But we can stop it right now if you want. All we’ve got to do is tell Isobel.”

Mary laughed. “Umm, no — I don’t want to stop right now. It’s too exciting, but I sure am looking forward to having you to myself.”

“Well, we agreed we’d have fun so let’s do it, and then when the holiday’s over, that’s it. It’s over.”

There weren’t that many days of their sailing vacation left anyway. They would enjoy today in the quiet of Chatham Bay. Tomorrow they would have to leave for Bequia where they would celebrate Mary’s birthday with a slap-up meal ashore. The following day they would make a final dash across the channel between the islands and return the boat to the charter company on St. Vincent.

“I hope we’ll always have fun whether we’re on holiday or not.”

He reached out and gently massaged her breast through the fabric of her night shirt. She pushed his hand away.

“Don’t be an ass — it’s too early.” She laughed at him.

He stroked his cock quietly.

“Well then I think I’ll try Isobel.” He grinned at her.

Mary shook her head. “I wouldn’t. I don’t think she’s in the mood.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Jim climbed off the bunk and headed for the cockpit.

“Good morning Isobel.”

He wrapped his arms around her, çapa escort pulling her into his naked body, his cock snagging in a fold of her tee-shirt.

“Shit, Jim. Get off me.” She shrugged herself loose. “It’s too early.”

Jim laughed. “That’s what Mary said.”

“No, I mean it. Piss off and leave me alone.”

Jim’s penis began its droop towards the deck and Isobel sipped her coffee in silence.

“Are you mad at me?” asked Jim

“No — Yes! I don’t know!”

“Isobel, that’s three different answers.”

“I know, but…”

“Do you want to pick one?”

“What do you mean?”

“Yes, no or don’t know.”

“Well it’s just that you and Mary…” she stopped.

“Me and Mary what?” he asked gently.

“Don’t care. I don’t think you really care. Do you really care? I mean, about me?”

“Yes, of course we do.”

“Well, I don’t know. I mean I loved the sex, but I think you just wanted somebody to play with and…”

“You mean we took advantage of you?”

Isobel didn’t reply. Jim reached for her hand.

“I thought that was what you wanted, too.”

“Yes, it was, but…”

“We can stop. Pretend it never happened.”

“No, I want it. I mean, we’re cooped up on this fucking boat, and I don’t want to be left out. And now we’ve started…” her voice trailed off.

“Now we’ve started?” he prompted.

It came out in a rush.

“Now we’ve started I want more. When we made love last night I realized that I was as happy as I’ve ever been. Let’s not let it end. Maybe when we get back you and I…”

“No, I don’t think that’s going to work.”

“I know, I know. I won’t screw it up, you know, but I just wish…”

“Look — let’s just enjoy ourselves and not worry about what comes after.”

Later in the morning they took the dinghy around the headland at the end of the bay and found a small beach. Mary cut the motor and the dinghy grounded at the water’s edge. The three of them jumped ashore and Jim pulled the boat on to the sand. The little beach was about 20 yards from end to end, backed by a cliff and protected at one end by a rocky outcrop. The dark volcanic sand caressed their feet as they waded in the shallows. The water was cool and inviting and a small breeze off the sea provided them with occasional respite from the heat trapped in the little cove.

The mood on the boat had lightened at the thought of a trip across the bay, a cooling dip in the ocean, and a chance to stretch their legs on dry land. Boats are fine places when romping through the rollers on a warm windy day but at anchor they can become a crucible of trapped heat and frayed nerves, and the thought of escaping for a few hours had been very attractive.

By the time they had got into the dinghy they were laughing and joking. Isobel had all of a sudden pulled herself out of her funk and developed a mood of high good humor and become very energetic. She had packed the fixings for a picnic lunch, prepared the sandwiches and found a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc buried deep in the boat’s icebox.

Jim and Mary sat in the shallows at the water’s edge watching the sand particles ebb and flow around their legs. Jim turned round.

“Hey, Isobel!”

“What?”

“Come here and cool off.”

“I’m OK.”

Isobel was sitting cross-legged on the sand further up the little beach in shorts and a tank top, sweat beading on her forehead and plastering her short hair to her scalp. The tank top had a sweat soaked streak where it clung to her belly. She was drawing in the fine sand with her finger.

“Come on, you’re burning up. You’re in a muck sweat.”

Isobel wiped beads of perspiration from her crimson face.

“I’m fine.”

“Why don’t you come and get in the water?”

“I can’t.”

“What do you mean, you can’t.”

She shook her head. “I can’t!”

Mary said, “You’re dying of heat.”

“I’ll get my shorts wet.”

Jim and Mary laughed in exasperation and both said at once, “Then take them off!”

“I don’t have anything underneath. I was so busy with the sandwiches I forgot to put my bikini bottoms on.”

“So?” said Mary

“If I get my shorts wet they’ll get salty. They’ll never dry.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“I’ll get a rash.”

“If you get a rash we’ll rub some lotion in it for you,” said Jim. “So take them off!”

Mary was laughing. “We? We’ll rub it in?””

“Well, I will!”

Isobel screwed her eyes up. “Well, screw it. OK! Look the other way.”

“We’ve already seen,” said Jim, adding playfully, “unless you’ve got something new to show.”

This time it was Isobel’s turn to laugh.

“I might!”

“Let’s have a look then,” said Jim.

Isobel stood up, slapped sand from her shorts and delivered an ungainly curtsy.

“Show us what you’ve got, Isobel,” commanded Jim.

Isobel lifted her top up and flashed her tits very quickly, giving them a glimpse of breast and sweaty stomach.

“Same as yesterday,” fatih escort said Jim to Mary.

“Did you like them?” asked Mary

“I did yesterday, but I like big ones too.” He stroked the front of her bathing suit.

“Mine aren’t big. Don’t be rude.”

“Well they’re bigger than mine, and bigger than Isobel’s,” laughed Jim.

Isobel put her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts and started to wriggle them down.

“If you liked that, then I have something else to show you,” she said.

But Mary wasn’t looking. She was leaning towards Jim.

“Do you want to peek?”

Mary’s fingers were daintily holding the zipper tab on the front of her blue one-piece suit.

“Guys!” expostulated Isobel. “I’m waiting.”

Mary pulled her zipper down, exposing cleavage, a dark deep cleft between her tits. Jim reached over and pulled the fabric aside exposing a large breast with a diagonal tan line. Below the tan line the skin was creamy white accentuating the rich color of the nipple. Jim reached for the irresistible little nub of brown flesh. Before he could get his fingers on it a shadow fell on him. Isobel was stamping in the water by his legs.

“For fuck’s sake! Stop messing with me! What’s the matter with you two? I was waiting for you to watch.”

Isobel had dropped her shorts and the thick wedge of hair at the base of her little round belly was inches from his nose. Even in the salty sea air he could smell her musky smell and feel the heat radiating from her. Not for the first time Jim was bemused by the sudden embarrassment of riches — his wife’s bared breast on the one hand and Isobel’s pungent charms on the other.

“Now what are you going to do, Jimmy?” asked Mary. “I bet you don’t know what to do, do you?”

Mary was laughing at him. Jim hesitated, and in that moment she threw herself on him. He found himself on the receiving end of a full body press as Mary squirmed herself over him and mashed her breast into his face. In moments he had found her nipple and he sucked it, and as much surrounding breast as he could, into his mouth. At the same time he felt hands grabbing the waist band of his shorts. They were pulled roughly off his pinned body, snagging momentarily on his heel.

A wet sandy hand grabbed his penis and tugged at the soft tissue. He felt it being flapped backwards and forwards.

He heard Isobel’s voice. “Look at the poor little thing! Oh, God, I hope it’s not broken.”

“Give it some time,” laughed Mary. “I think we may have overworked it last night.”

“Well, I’ll see if I can fix it.”

Jim loved being smothered by Mary’s copious tit, but was in danger of suffocating in it. On the other hand a lack of air didn’t seem to be preventing his cock from inflating in response to Isobel’s grasp. Maybe the congestion in his head and the asphyxial ringing in his ears were having a positive effect on his blood pressure. He had heard of people that got off on asphyxiation, but some of them died in the attempt, and he didn’t want it to happen to him. He heaved Mary off him and surveyed the scene.

Isobel was holding the base of his cock and swinging it round in circles. It wasn’t quite hard and it reminded Jim of a wilted stick of celery as she flailed it around. He wished Isobel would treat it with more respect, but he couldn’t fault her single-minded absorption with it.

Mary was getting to her feet and had already pulled the blue suit off her shoulders. She wriggled her bottom and worked the suit down over her thighs. She kicked the crumpled bathing suit up the beach and came back and stood over Jim.

“Jim, this is for you. You can stop watching Isobel for a minute.”

She knelt over his face. The sun was blotted out by the pale bulge of Mary’s belly and the smooth turn of her thighs. She lowered her crotch onto his face. A little shower of sand cascaded onto his lips to be followed by her pink crevice and its fleshy lips. Mary’s warm pussy descended on him, gritty with grains of sand, and he licked at her with a will. She ground her salty cleft into his mouth and he tasted her familiar sweet sap on his tongue. He played with the hood over her clitoris and occasionally allowed his tongue to stray into the maw of her cunt. Right now the only thing he could see was the tuft of hair that his nose was buried in, a nice stretch of white belly, the underside of two large breasts and a stretch of sky.

Things were happening out of his sight too. The hand on his cock had stopped waving it around and was now pumping leisurely at it, a not entirely comfortable feeling as Isobel had trapped some sand in her fist. She was stimulating him and excoriating his skin at the same time. Pain and pleasure. But soon the pumping stopped and a warm wet mouth engulfed the head and slid down the shaft. He felt Isobel’s mouth vacuum the sand off him. She spat a couple of times and then resumed the task of sucking blood into his growing organ. She had soon transformed it from a stick of wilting celery into something etiler escort more like an angry carrot. He heard her say “That’s better. That’s what I want.”

She held him at the root and climbed on to him, guiding his stiffened cock into her pussy. Jim was surprised at how easily he slipped into her and was also taken aback by the fierce heat that surrounded his penis. He also couldn’t believe she was so heavy, but it didn’t matter. After all he now had two women pinning him to the beach and they were so strategically placed, one on his hips and one on his head, that he couldn’t think of moving anyway. Neither did he want to. While Mary ground into his face, Isobel started riding him at a slow canter. That was an interesting sensation because despite the slickness of her passage, the occasional grain of sand would scrape against his cock skin as she slid up and down. But pretty soon she was so wet that any remaining traces of the beach were flushed out and the ride became deliciously smooth.

As Isobel got into her rhythm, Mary was working her now soaking gash over his face. Her secretions leaked into his mouth, so that every so often he had to swallow. Mary tasted as good as ever, and though it was sometimes hard to breathe, Jim was enjoying the simple pleasure of eating out his wife while an invisible woman rode his cock. Only she wasn’t entirely invisible. Isobel’s hands had found their way round to Mary’s breasts, and she clutched them to steady herself as she slid up and down his penis.

Jim, prostrate beneath his two companions, watched Isobel’s small hands knead Mary’s breasts and then begin to squeeze and pinch her nipples.

He didn’t think Mary would last long. She seemed to have a direct connection between her nipples and her clitoris, as if the stimulation of them released some sort of electrical charge, which set her clitoris tingling and soon pushed her over the brink.

“Oooof,” said Mary as the convulsions began to overtake her. Jim watched Mary’s hands grab Isobel’s and squash them even more tightly to her breasts. Her stomach heaved and rippled. She pressed herself ever harder into Jim’s mouth. He licked and sucked and swallowed and slathered his tongue up and down her, at least as far as he could move, which wasn’t very far.

Mary’s whole body shook and she cried, “No, No! Oh, God, Stop!”

Orgasms ripped through her, but still she pressed down on his face.

“Stop, stop!”

Jim couldn’t, of course. She was the only one who could stop it and in the end she toppled off him onto the sand.

“Too much! That was too much.”

She left him to Isobel. Isobel put her hands on his shoulders and peered into his soaked face as she bounced up and down on his engorged prick.

“Come on, Jim. Let’s get going.”

Jim, catching his breath after his release from Mary’s saturating siege, couldn’t answer beyond a simple groan. Isobel flew up and down his shaft. To Jim it was a wonder that she managed to keep him inside her, judging her strokes to a fraction of an inch, stopping her upstroke within a hair’s breadth of him falling out and then plummeting down again to crash her clitoris against his pubic bone. He felt his buttocks being driven deeper into the sand.

Mary, her body now dredged with sand, rolled over on her stomach and peered into his sweaty face. She pressed her lips to his and kissed him deeply. Even while her tongue explored his mouth and he tasted the sweetness of her saliva he could feel the eruption swelling in him. Jim passed the point of no return. He moaned into her mouth as the ejaculation began to roar in his pipes. Isobel slowed her ride up and down his cock. Her insides clenched its spurting head, sucking hungrily at him. While he sprayed sperm deep inside Isobel, his wife clamped her mouth over his in a fierce and aggressive expression of possession.

Mary pulled her mouth away.

“Next time,” she said to Isobel, “he’s all mine!”

Isobel didn’t answer but climbed shakily off Jim’s still stiff cock. She left a snail trail of cum on his belly which Mary wiped away with a sandy hand.

Isobel brought the picnic from the boat. They spread beach towels next to each other and laid the food out. Jim was relaxed — he enjoyed the wine, and the feeling of Mary rubbing sunscreen into his sun-scorched skin. He couldn’t help noticing that Mary was very possessive, in a way that she hadn’t been last night or even yesterday. She fed him morsels of food as if he was a chick in her nest. Isobel sat by them, but just far enough away that her position seemed to acknowledge Mary’s rights to him.

That was all right with Jim. The sun was beginning to get to him anyway, and the sex already had. His eyelids became heavy and began to droop and a post-fuck nap overtook him.

He was awakened by the sound of an anchor chain running out. Mary and Isobel were sitting at the water’s edge watching another boat anchoring in the bay. It was a ketch with a green hull and wooden masts and a deckhouse on which the varnished bright work glimmered in the sun.

“Bummer,” said Jim. “I thought we had the place to ourselves.”

Mary said “Why are you so grumpy? There’s plenty of room in the bay. Anyway I thought you’d be glad of some company. I expect you’re pretty fed up with having just us two women to …”

“…keep him out of mischief,” interrupted Isobel.

Tonight is the night, I told myself. You have been gone for weeks and I feel so lonesome, not sure what I will do but something has to give. I need some release, need sex to satisfy the itch that is driving me to distraction. It would be so easy, to go out to one of the local meet market bars, go meet someone. Most of the men I met and was attracted to in my single days were more than willing to scratch my itch. I carefully consider what to wear, I wonder, can I really do this, go pick up a man for sex? I know I probably can’t, because I really do want to wait for you, but just thinking about it gets me very hot and I begin to daydream about it, standing there naked in front of the mirror.

I think about going into a bar full of handsome men, alone and dressed to kill, and I play with my nipples until they are hard and long. I rub the flat of my hands against my hard nipples and feel the rush of pleasure. I think about flirting, about choosing a man in the crowd to bring home and I grab my breasts with both hands and squeeze them as I continue to daydream about escort the elusive man who will do this for me. He will take his time, working one then the other with the palms of his hands, then pull and twist each one, just hard enough to make me moan and react.

The man I choose will have a look in his eye, of lust and wanting and wanting to please. My right hand strokes my belly as my hips begin to move in a slow circle, wet and wanting I move in anticipation to the next touch. As my hand moves over my belly, lower and lower, I can feel the heat. The man I have chosen will also feel my heat and be anxious to get me alone. He and I will find someplace to be alone, and his hands will explore my body, he will know what every touch and stroke means to me and he will take his time.

I walk into the bedroom, open the bottom drawer of my nightstand and consider the toys there, a dildo, a vibrator, oh hell I take them both out. My fantasy man and I will soon find ourselves naked and he will take his time, learning what pleases me. I lay on my back on the bed and begin to tease izmit escort bayan myself with the dildo, I lick it to wet it, the rub the wet head on my nipples, then down my belly, over my mound, then my thigh. I stroke the inside of my thigh, from the knee up back and forth, finally to my opening and along my lips. My lips are dripping wet by now and wet the dildo. They part slightly, to let it a little closer, a little deeper. I run it up against my clit and moan as I rub the wet head against myself.

My fantasy man will now be teasing me, making me want his dick, making me ask again and again, “please baby, please, now”. I move the dildo lower and slowly push it against my opening. I am so wet but it meets resistance and I only push it in a little. I move it in and out and my juices flow and I push it deeper, enjoying the feel of the hardness against the walls of my hole. I tilt it and find my g-spot, pushing and rubbing it against myself, getting more aroused and wetter with each stroke.

“Fuck me”, I whisper, and I begin to fuck izmit sınırsız escort myself hard and fast, each stroke going deeper as I get wetter, and hotter. Its a 7″, but I can’t take it all in. I reach with my left hand and rub it against my clit as I continue the stroking with my right. I pick up the vibrator and flick the switch and it turns on. I rub it in slow circles on my nipples. I have worked myself into a frenzy as I slowly move the vibrator down my body, so slowly as I anticipate the feeling when it finally reaches my sweet spot. By now, my mystery man will be rubbing my clit with his thumb as he fucks me harder and faster. I push the vibrator against my clit and immediately begin to feel on the edge. I put the vibrator aside and slow down with my other hand, I want this to last. I begin a slow rhythm, in and out easy, slowly, gently I work it until I cannot hold back. Faster and faster, I begin to writhe, side to side, my eyes are shut and my hips rise to meet the thrusting. I moan and feel the throbbing of a powerful orgasm, I get so carried away I begin to whisper, “Now, come now” to the man I have imagined, “please, please now baby”, as I moan and twist and cum and cum.

So goes another night without you darling. I wait for you to come home and wish that you have imagined me, as i imagine you.

Kürt Manken mi O?
Efemine bir tipim. Üniversite okuyorum,Sınıfımızda Soner adında Doğulu bir çocuk vardı.Yakışıklı çocuk ama bana karşı pek bir agresif. Elbiselerimi bir arkadaşın evinde yıkamak için çantama koydum.Omzuma çapraz şekilde astım durakta otobüs bekledim. Otobüs geldi tıka basa dolu zorda olsa bindim. Zaten boyumda kısa, Bir baktım Soner tam burnumun dibinde. Tutabileceğim bir yer ararken tabi her yer dolu. Buda demez mi benden tutun, bir elim çantamda diğer elim bunun montunun tam göğüs kafesinin üzerinde. Arada fren yapılınca buruşturmam göğüs kıllarını okşuyor gibi oluyor 🙂 Neyse arkadaşa gidiyorum Elbiselerimi yıkıycam dedi. Gel bizde yıka falan dedi yok dedim ısrar etti. Tamam dedim onlara gittik. Tek yaşadığını söyledi. Ben hemen çamaşırları makineye attım koltukta uyuya kalmışım.Kalkıp yatakda yatmammı burada boynumun tutulacağını falan söyledi tamam dedim götürdü beni kendi yatağına yatırdı.Nasıl uyumuşsam gece 2 gibi kalktım. Gittim buda koltukta uyumuş. Kalk sende gel zaten yatağın kocaman bir kenarında sen yat kenarında ben yatarım dedim. Tamam dedi gittik yatakda yattık. 10 dakka sonra uyudun mu dedi Hayır dedim neden uyumuyorsun dedi. Yanımda başka birisi yatınca huylanıyorum dedim. Bende çok fena huylandım dedi. Tamam ben gidiyorum koltuğa dedim yataktan kalkTım. Dur biraz yaaa lütfen,ben hep seni düşünüyorum, ilgini çekmeye çalışıyorum, ama sen hep ters tepki veriyorsun, bu durumu yaratana kadar öldüm dedi. Tabikiiii Tuluğ bunu duyarda Dudaklara yapışmaz mı ne verdiyse yumuldum dudaklara, belki 30 dakka Öpüştük, onun elleri benim kalcamda benim ellerim onun penisinde terlemişti artık. Dehşet bir aleti vardı. Kocaman başı ile sonu aynı orantıda kocaman bir Kürt yarrağı. Alabilirmisin dedi. Kocam olan sensin,bulursun bir yolunu dedim. kalktı odadan bebek yağı aldı geldi. Hazırlıklı şerefsiz:) Bir on dakika o kalın yarragı emdim. Ama tadı kokusu çok güzeldi. Bebek yağlı parmaklarını arkama sokup çıkartıyordu. Yatağın tam kenarına çekti beni bacaklarımı karnıma doğru bastırdı. Aleti tam deliğimin ucundaydı. Bir iki denemede girmedi. Başı girer gibi olduğu anda ben ensesinden tuttuğum gibi dudaklarına yapıştım.Bu alttan zorlarken dudaklarını ısırmaya başladım. Ve komple hepsi içime gitmişti.Bacaklarıma bastırarak git geller yapıyor. Küçük faişem benim.Anılın seni siktiginden daha iyi sikiyorum diyordu. Anıl??? Kahretsin ulan dedim Anıl bizim üst sınıfta okuyan bir çocuk ve depoda düzmüştü beni. 🙂 kasıklarım acıdı. Kalkıp domaldım aletini çıkartıp hard diye geçiriyor. Cıkirtiyor hard diye köklüyor. 15 dakika sikti. Her yerim ter oldu. Tabi Yoğurtlu böğürtlenli krem sürdüğüm için tam bir sürtük gibiydim. Kulaklarımın arkasındandan doğru kokumu içine çekiyor. Geliyorum orospum derken,içime ılık ılık boşaldı.. Şuanda Sonerde yanımda. Ve sırf anıldan daha iyi sikerim ben diye övünüyor. Çok seviyorum bu çocuğu. Ve yemin olsun ki ölümüm de bunun elinden olacak buna eminim.. Kıskançlık krizi sonunda öldürür beni. Öptüm hepinizi.

Karısına giden yol kocasından gecti – 3

Pazartesi ve Çarşamba günü spora gidip Cengiz’in çok sevdiği yarrağımı ağzına verdikten sonra Ayça’ya kavuşmama iki gün kalmıştı, madem doğum günüydü bir hediye almam gerekiyordu ama ne alacağımı bilmiyordum, zevklerini öğrenmek için Cengiz’e mesaj attım güllerden çok hoşlandığını belirtip maden özel bir doğum günü olacak sexi çamaşır hediye alabileceğimi söyledi, bende bu tavsiye üzerine iş yerine kırmızı güllerden oluşan muhteşem bir demet gönderip kırmızı ve siyah ağırlıklı jartiyerli file çoraplı fazlasıyla sexi olduğunu düşündüğüm muhteşem bir kombine eşşek yükü ile para verip güzelce hediye paketi yaptırdıktan sonra ofisime geri döndüm. Cuma günü göndermiş olduğum çiçeklerin iletildi mesajı geldikten 5 dakika sonra Ayça beni arayarak teşekkürlerini ve akşam özellikle beklediğini belirtti, gelmez olurmuyum iş çıkışı özellikle geleceğimi ve esas hediyesini orda vereceğimi söyledim kendisine, aramızda geçen konuşma aldığım hediyeyi giyeceğini düşünmek bile yarrağımın havalanmasını sebep olmuştu, o gün bir türlü akşam olmak bilmedi ama sonunda akşam 7.30 gibi iş yerinden çıkarak hediyesi ve aldığım Fransız şaraba ile birlikte evlerine doğru yola çıktım, Akmerkez’ e çok yakın bir sitedeydi evleri, evlerine girdiğimde Ayça’nın tek parça tüm hatlarını ortaya çıkaran siyah ve dizüstünde biten bir elbise içinde ve tek parça elbiseyi tamamlayan file çoraplar ve topuklu ayakkabılar içinde görmek harikaydı açıkçası, hediyemi ve şarabı Ayça’ya verip içeriye girdiğimde davet edilen kızlı-erkekli 3 kişinin daha olduğunu gördüm, tanışma faslından sonra Cengiz’in ikram ettiği şaraplarla birlikte sohbete başlamıştık, iş yerlerinden arkadaşlarıydı ve ikisi nişanlı cift diğeri ise tek gelen Belgin isimli arkadaşlarıydı, şarapları içerken bir taraftan da Ayça ve Belgin sofrayı hazırlamak için mutfağa gidip geliyorlar ve her giriş çıkışlarında Ayça’yı baştan aşağı süzüp sallanan kalçalarını muhteşem bacaklarını seyrediyordum, aslında arkadaşı Belgin de fena değildi ama ben buraya Ayça için gelmiştim ve bu akşam o hedefi tam 12 den vurmalıydım. Oluşan muhteşem ziyafet sofrasının kraliçesi ve baş tacı tabiki Ayça’ydı, Cengiz masanın bir başına oturmuş Ayça ise diğer başa, nişanlı çift yan yana oturmuş ben ise Ayça’nın sağına yanıma ise Belgin oturmuştu. Yemek esnasında şarap kadehleri hızla tükeniyor, yeni tanışan bizler daha samimi konuşmaya başlıyor ve rahat bir ortam oluşuyordu, sofradan kısa süreliğine sigara içmek için müsade istedim ve Cengiz’in burda içebilirsin dediği cam balkonlu yerde elimde şarap kadehi ile sigara mı tüttürmeye başladım.Cengiz sigara içeceğim yeri gösterirken uslu durmamış eliyle pantolonumun üzerinden yarrağımı okşayarak bu gece bu yarrağın gecesi olacak demişti, zaten azgın halde olan yarrağım bu okşamayla iyice isyan eder başkaldırır hale gelmişti, Cengiz beni cam balkonda yanlız bıraktıktan sonra sigaramın bitmesine yakın Belgin elinde kadehiyle yanıma geldi ve fazla sigaran varmı diyerek sigara istedi. Sigara mı yeni bitirmiş olmama rağmen Belgine ikram ettiğim sigara ile bir sigara daha yaktım. Beraber sigara ve şarap içip havadan sudan konuşuyorduk, Belgin’in de fiziği fena değildi özellikle ince çoraplar bacaklarında güzel duruyordu ve en dikkat ettiğim şeylerden biri olan elleri de çok güzel ve bakımlıydı, Belgini bir kenara yazmıştım daha sonra onunla da ilgilenecektim ama bu akşam sırada Ayça vardı, sigaraları bitirdikten sonra salona geçtiğimizde sofranın ortasında doğum günü pastasını gördük pasta kesme ve hediyeleri açma zamanı gelmişti ama tanımadığım insanların önünde benim hediyemi açması biraz garip olacaktı açıkçası ışıklar karartılıp mumlar yakıldıktan sonra Ayça mumları üfleyip tebrikleri kabul etti ve sıra hediyeleri açmaya gelmişti. Tüm paketler ortada duruyor fakat benim hediye paketim ise yerinde yoktu, anlaşılan Cengiz ortadan kaldırmış olmalıydı, Ayça tüm hediyeleri açtı teşekkür etti ve dönüp senin hediyene baktım ama değiştirmem gerektiği için burda açmak istemedim dedi. Pasta fazlından sonra koltuklara geçip kadehlerimizde ki şarapları tüketmeye devam ettik. Bir süre sonra nişanlı çift eğlenceye dışarda devam edeceklerini söyleyerek evden ayrıldı, evde sadece ben cengiz belgin ve ayça kalmıştık, Ayça müsade isteyerek yanımızdan ayrıldı, Belgin ile Cengiz sofradakileri mutfağa taşıma işine koyuldular bense salonda tek başına oturup şarabımı içiyordum. Kadehimdeki bitince götürmek için mutfağa yöneldiğimde Cengiz’in Belgini duvara dayayıp öptüğünü gördüm, fazlasıyla ateşli bir öpüşme yaşıyorlardı ve beni fark etmemişlerdi bile bir taraftan öpüşürken diğer taraftan Cengiz Belginin bedenini okşuyor diğer taraftanda aşşağı yukarı sürtünüyordu, ayak üstü oynaşan çiftleri rahatsız etmemek için ses çıkarmıyordum, öpüşmeler devam ederken Cengiz bu sefer belgini çevirip yüzüstü duvara dayadı ve eteğini sıyırıp külotlu çorabının üstünden götüne sürtünmeye başladı, söylediğim gibi Belgin’in fiziği de fana görünmüyordu ama şimdi bu halde görünce bacaklarının sütun gibi düz ve uzun olduğu daha belli oluyordu.Tahminim oydu ki Cengiz bu hatunu daha önceden sikmişti yoksa evde karısı ve ben varken içilen bir kaç kadeh şarabın etkisi ile bu kadar rahat ve fütursuz davranması söz konusu olmaz diye düşünüyordum Onlar bu şekilde ayak üstü oynaşırken içerden Ayça’nın topuklarının sesi gelmeye başladı, hemen salona doğru yöneldim ve şarap arıyor gibi davranmaya başladım Ayça salona girdi hediyen için çok teşekkür ederim çok zevklisin diğerlerinin yanında açmak istemedim bu kadar zevkli olduğunu düşünmemiştim dedi teşekkür için yanağımdan öptü, salondaki tekli koltukların birine oturdum kalbim küt küt atıyordu, Ayça tam karşıma oturdu, bu sırada Belgin ile Cengiz mutfaktan toparlanmış bir halde ellerinde şarap şişesi ile içeriye geldiler. Karşımda oturan Ayça arada bacak bacak üstüne atarken fazlasıyla rahat davranıyor ve tüm derinliklerini gösterir şekilde bacağını ayırıp diğerinin üstüne atıyordu, fark ettiğim şey şuydu benim aldığım sexi çamaşırları içine giymişti, içim içime sığmıyordu, gecenin daha yeni başladığı belli oluyordu, tekrar sigara içmek için cam balkonlu odaya yöneldiğimde arkamdan Belgin’in de geldiğini fark ettim, anlaşılan yine yanlız sigara içemeyecektim, Önce Belgine ikram edip arkasından ben sigara mı yaktım, sigaramdan nefes alırken Belgin bana seni ne bu kadar etkiledi söyle bakalım dedi, anlamsız anlamsız suratına bakarken elinde tuttuğu kadehle pantolonumu göstererek kahkaha attı, kafamı eğdiğimde biraz önce Ayça’nın manzarasından dolayı yarrağımın kalkmış ve kumaş pantolondan belli olduğunu fark ettim, hafif çakır keyif olmanın ve Belgin’in kahkahalarını verdiği cesaretle ” Biraz önce mutfakta duvara dayalı halde Cengiz sana sürtürünürken gördüğüm bacakların” beni etkilemiş olmalı diye cevap verdim, Belgin’in kahkahası birden kesildi ve bizi dikizleyen senmiydin dedi, ben görülmediğimi zannetmiştim ama meğerse Belgin beni fark etmiş, evet bendim ve manzara harikaydı açıkçası, umarım yarım kalmamıştır dedim, malesef yarım kaldı ve hevesimiz de kursağımızda kaldı açıkçası dedi, peki dedim Ayça görseydi ne olurdu dediğimde onlar birbirlerini rahat bırakıyorlar bu tür şeyleri dert etmezler ve Cengizle birlikte olduğumu biliyor dedi, ayrıca Cengiz’i spor salonunda siktiğini de ben biliyorum senden gayet memnun kalmış özellikle kıllı göğsünden ve hemen sakinleşmeyen yarrağından memnun kalmış deyip, sigarasını söndürüp içeri geçti.Bir süre sonrada ben içeriye geçtim salonda Cengiz oturuyor Ayça kafasını Cengiz’in kucağına koymuş uzanıyor Belgin ise ikili koltukta bacaklarını uzatmış elinde telefonunu kurcalıyordu. Ayça’nın ayaklarını uzattığı tarafta ki koltuğa oturarak şarabımı içmeye başladım artık fileli çoraplı bacaklarını string külodunu ve baldırlarını çok rahat görüyordum, manzara harikaydı açıkçası ortam tam çakır keyif insanların ortamı olmuş kimse kimseyi dert etmiyordu, Cengizle sohbet ediyor Ayça’nın apış arasını seyrediyor bir taraftan da Belgine laf atıyordum, Cengiz bir ara Belgine seslenerek hadi bana yardım et aperatif birşeyler getirelim dedi ve Belginle birlikte mutfağa gittiler, Ayça şimdi yan yatmış bana bakıyordu, Cengizin son aylarda neden neşeli olduğunu anladım bunun kaynağı sensin dedi ve ne yaptıysan iyiki yapmışsın tadımız geldi dedi gülümseyerek, bende fazla birşey yapmadım belli bir hedefim var ve ona ulaşmak için kocana yardım edip, doğal davrandım sadece dedim elindeki kadehi uzatıp hadi bana şarap doldur getir dedi. Muftakta neyle karşılaşacağımı tahmin ediyordum bu ikisi yine birbirlerine yumulmuştur derken, mtfağa girdiğimde Belgini’in tezgaha dayandığını külotlu çorabını ve külodunu dizlerine kadar sıyırdığını ve Cengizin diz çökerek Belginin amcığını dillediğini gördüm kafasını geriye atmış keyfini sürüyordu, içeriye adım attığımda beni fark etti ve hadi gel buraya dedi Belgin, gel ve sende keyfini sür Cengiz beni görünce yalamayı kesmişti, Belginin yanına geldim elini uzatıp kemerimi çözüp fermuarımı açıp eliyle yarrağımı külodumdan dışarıya çıkardı zaten sabahtan beri rahatlamak isteyen yarrağım hapisten kurtulunca kendine gelir gibi oldu, hadi sende dayan tezgaha dedi ve dönüp Cengize hadi şimdi ikimizi de yala dedi,Cengiz bu sefer önce benim yarrağımı yalamaya başladı bir eliylede Belginin amını parmaklıyordu, beni bırakıp Belgini dilliyor eliylede yarrağımı okşuyordu ve bu işi çok zevkle yapıyordu, ne kadar süre bu şekilde yaladı hatırlamıyorum ama birden ” Ben içerde Şarap bekliyorum siz burda keyif sürüyorsunuz” diyen bir bağırmayla irkildik, Ayça mutfağın kapısının önünde durmuş ve bizi o halde görmüştü, hemen toparlanmaya çalıştım Cengiz ile Belgin rahat davranıyor acele etmeden üstlerini düzeltiyorlardı, Salona geçtiğimizde Ayça fazlasıyla sinirli bir halde tekli koltuğa oturmuş bacak bacak üstüne atmış bir halde söyleniyordu, birden Cengiz’e döndü ve arkadaşın bu gece cezalı doğum günü çocuğu benim ama onun ilgisini başka şeyler çekmiş dedi ve ayağa kalkıp içeriye gitti. Ben suratım düşmüş koltuğa sığınmışken Cengiz ile Belgin kahkahalarla halime gülüyordu ikili koltuğa oturdular gülmeleri sona erdi ve birşey olmamış gibi öpüşmeye başladılar, artık yavaş yavaş üzerlerindeki kıyafetleride şehvetle çıkıyor ve tamamen çıplak kalmak için acele ediyorlardı. İkiside çırılçıplak kaldığında Belgin’in muhteşeme yakın çıplak bedeni gözlerimin önündeydi, memeleri küçüktü ama bedeni bacakları götü harikaydı, özellikle amının üzerinde şekilli kestiği kıllarına bayılmıştım, muftakta Cengiz Belgini yalamışken şimdi Cengiz koltukta oturuyor Belgin dizlerinin üzerinde Cengizin yarrağını emiyordu sırtı bana dönüktü ve götü harika görünüyordu. Yaladı emdi, yaladı emdi ve sonunda ayağa kalkıp sırtını Cengize dönerek kucağına oturmaya başladı bir eliyle yarrağı tutuyor diğer taraftan eğilip amının dudaklarını yarrağa yaklaştırıyordu yavaş yavaş eğildi yarrağın başı amında kayboldu biraz daha bastırdı ve en sonunda tek hareketle Cengizin yarrağını komple amına gömdü, birkez daha yükselip bastırdı ve zaten yalamaktan ıslanmış yarrak çok rahat bir şekilde Belginin amının derinliklerine girip çıkmaya başladı karşımda güzel sikişiyorlardı açıkçası, hatun yaptığı işi biliyordu Cengizde üstüne çıkmış bu kısrağın hakkını veriyordu açıkçası karşılarında bu sikişi seyretmek çok zevkliydi ama benim taşşaklarım artık zonklamaya başlamıştı, ayağa kalktım Belginin gözlerinin içine baka baka tamamen çırılçıplak kalana kadar soyundum ve yanlarına gittim ve yarrağımı ağzıma vermek istedim, sen cezalısın dedi almak istemedi yapacak tek şey saçlarından tutup zorla yarrağımı ağzına vermekti ve bende öyle yaptım almak istemedi dudaklarını kaçırdı ama arkamdan gelen ” al o yarrağı ağzına” emriyle uslu bir çocuk gibi ağzına alıp yalamaya başladı, emri veren salona giren Ayçaydı ve şimdi koltuğa oturmuş bizi seyrediyordu Cengiz alttan Belginin amına koyuyor ben ise ağzına vermiş emdiyordum, bir süre sonra Belgin pozisyon değiştirerek bu sefer yüzüstü Cengizin kucağına oturdu şimdi harika götü tam karşımdaydı, Ayça bu sefer arkadan hadi sik şu kaltağın götünü emrini verdi ama ben diz çöküp yalamaya başladım, madem cezalıydım emirlere uymam gerekmiyordu Cengiz bir taraftan Belgini sikerken ben ise göt deliğini dilliyordum, Belgin iyice çılgına dönmüştü hareketleri hızlanmış uçmaya yaklaşmıştı ama bu kadar çabuk olmazdı biraz acı çekmesi gerekiyordu, ayağa kalkıp yarrağımı tükürükledim ve Belgin’in deliğine dayadım bastırdıkça acı çekiyordu Cengiz belinden iyice kavramış biryere kaçamıyordu bastırdıkça daracık göt deliği yarılmaya ve yara yara sokmaya başladım. Soktukça Belgin acıdan çığlık atıyor iki yarrağı yemenin acısını yaşıyordu, bu sefer arkadan ” yeter yapmayın çok acıyor belli ” sesi yükseldi ama artık durulmazdı ve yarrağımı o daracık göt deliğini yara yara soktum. şimdi iki yarrakta Belginin içindeydinefes almakta zorlanıyordu Cengiz altta olduğu için fazla hareket edemiyor ben girip çıkıyordum, soktukça çığlık atıyor yeter diye inliyordu ama artık durmak imkansızdı ben durduğum zaman Cengiz pompalıyor o durunca ben pompalıyordum, sonunda Belgin haykırarak çığlık ata ata boşalmaya başladı aramızda kıvranıyordu, keik fakat derin derin nefes alıyor bir taraftanda küfrediyordu, arkasından Cengiz Belgine iyice kökleyerek amına akmaya başladı, sıra bana gelmişti bir iki defa daha Belginin götüne kökledikten sonra açılan yarrağımın ucundan döllerim Belginin götünün derinliklerine akmaya başladı, Cengizi duşta ilk sfer siktiğim deki gibi tamamını akıtmayacaktım, elimle yarrağımı kavrayıp köküne bastırdım ve akmayı kesip yarrağımı Belgin’in götünden çıkardım sonra koltuğa çıkıp Cengizin ağzına yaklaştırdım ve hadi em yarrağımı ibne dedim, Cengiz Belginin götünden çıkmış yarrağımı büyük bir zevkle emmeye başladı, Belgin hala Cengizin üstündeydi saçlarından tutup kafasını çevirdim ve Cengizin ağzından çıkardığım yarrağımı bu sefer Belgine emdirmeye başladım, şimdi bir Cengize bir Belgine emdiriyordum, en sonunda Belginin ağzından çıkarp Cengizin ağzına verdim ve kalan döllerimi boğazından aşşağıya akıtmaya başaldım, bacaklarım titriyordu, yine hiç bir damlasını ziyan etmedi ve hepsini yuttu, Cengizin ağzından çıktıktan sonra Ayçaya doğru dönüp işte kocan olacak ibnenin neşesini yerine getiren buydu deyip yarrağımı sallaya sallaya içeriye banyoya yöneldim….

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uvey annemin memeleri
Merhaba ben Yalçın,18 yaşımdayım ve 2 yıl önce başlayan bir durumdan herşeyin başlangıcından bahsedicem size.Ben 10 yaşıma kadar yetiştirme yurdunda kalan bir çocuktum.Kimsem yoktu.Daha sonra Fadıl babam ve Nermin annem tarafından evlatlık edinildim.Onlar ilk gunden itibaren beni sevgiyle kucakladılar

ve hep mutlu etmeye çalıştılar.Onların çocugu olduktan sonra hayatımda istedigim herşey .

gerçekleşti.Çocukları olmadıgı için beni evlat edinmişlerdi.Özel okulda okuyordum derslerim iyiydi.Ta ki bende ergenlik başlayana kadar.Nermin annem siyah saçlı özellikle göusleri çok buyuk bir kadındı.Bacaklarıda çok guzeldi ve ben ona ilgi

duymaya başlamıştım. Okulda kızlarla pek konuşamıyordum genellikle çekingendim.Onlar yanıma gelir ben konuşmaz susardım.Bu arada evdeyken hep Nermin annemle konuşur ve onu

her haliyle incelerdim.Onu iç çamaşırlarıyla gördugum çok olmuştu.Genellikle beyaz dantelli çamaşırlar giyerdi. O evde yokken çekmecedeki iç çamaşırlarını karıştırıp bakmaya başlamıştım.Bunu yaparken

sikim dimdik oluyordu.Geceleri onu hayal ediyordum.Sutyenleri de inanılmaz buyuktu.Elimi içine sokunca yumrugum içinde ufacık kalıyordu.Siyah saçlı siyah gözlu ama akça pakça tenli ve çok iri memeleri olan Nermin anneme hayrandım.Beni evlat edindikleri ilk andan beri memeleri beni etkilemişti kuçuk bir

çocukken bile. Nermin annem 42 Fadıl babam 48 yaşındaydı ki bana birgun inanmakta zorluk çektigim bişey söylediler.Megerse yıllardır bir taraftanda çocuk sahibi olmak istiyorlarmış ve sonunda nasıl bilmiyorum annem 3,5 aylık hamileymiş ki bunu sana kardeş geliyor diyerek bana söylediler.Aylar sonra

annem dogum yaptı.Bu arada memeleri dev buyuklukte olmuştu.Hamilelik sırasında ve sonrasında babam la ilişkileri azalmıştı sanırım. Onu bir kere amını okşarken yakalamıştım etek uzerinden bastırıyordu.İlerleyen gunlerde annemin bana karşı tavırları deişmeye başladı.Bebeiyle ilgileniyor bana bakmıyor ama tam içimden ona kızarken

bir egiliyor bir kalkıyor beni mest ediyordu.Benim yanında o dev göuslerinden tekini buluzundan dışarı çıkarıp kardeşim Esrayı emzirdigi o ilk gunu unutamıyorum. Şok olmuştum.Esra dogduktan 1 ay sonra artık hiç çekinmeden benim yanımda onu emziriyordu.Sut dolu memeleri muhteşemdi.Kavun gibiydi.Bembeyaz memelerinin uçları

leblebi gibi ve meme uçlarının çevresindeki halka çok hoş açık kahverengi renkte ve kalın kocaman bir halkaydı.Bebek onu emerken ben .

bakmaz gibi yapıp öyle bakardım.Birgun bak sen nasıl acıkmış abisi diyerek memesinin tekini çıkardı ve yine emzirmeye başladı bende yanına

gittim ve dibinden baktım.Nasılda emiyordu.Geceleri 31 çekiyordum.Bir kere sevişirken gece yatak odalarının kapısından Nermin annemle Fadıl babamın zevk seslerini dinlemiştim.Çok tahrik olmuştum.Yine birgun Okula gitmedim iyi deilim diyerek ve Nermin Esrayı emzirirken ona bakıyordum.Oda bana baktı.Cesaretimi toplayıp Nermin anne sen

beni hiç emzirmedin dedim. Çok şaşırmıştı.Onlara evlatlık geldigimde 10 yaşımdaydım.Evet dedi.BenDE istiyorum dedim.Delirdinmi sen dedi bana odadan kovdu.Yuzune bakamazdım artık.Ya kocasına

söylerse ne yapardım Ama hiçbirşey olmadı ve bir gun sonra o an geldi.Bebei emzirirken beni çaırdı otur orda bakıyım dedi.Benimle

konuşacaktı herhalde.Bebei aldı emzirmesi bitmişti gazını çıkardı beşike yatırdı. Bunu yaparken o muhteşem tek memesi buluzunun dışında savruluyordu içine sokma zahmeti

göstermemişti.Gözlerim faltaşı gibi açılmıştı.Geldi,karşımdaki koltuga oturdu.Bense yerime mıhlanmıştım kımıldayamıyordum.Öteki memesini de çıkardı.Bana yanıma gel dedi.Gittim.Dokun dedi.Dokundum.Yumuşacıktı.Harikaydı.Em dedi.Yuzumu bastırıp ucunu agzıma

aldım ve memesini emmeye başladım.Doyulmaz bir zevkti.O koskocaman dev göuslerinin birinde elim gezinirken dierini de emiyordum.Nefessiz emiyordum.Heyecandan kalbim duracaktı.Bir saniye bile boşa geçsin istemiyordum.Sut dolu memesini emiyordum agzıma gelen şeyleri yutuyordum sutu beni iyice kendimden geçirmişti.Başımı memesinden kaldırdı ve minik bir

öpucuk kondurdu dudaıma.Bana ayaga kalk dedi. Önune dogru çekti ve karşısına getirdi.Bacaklarını açıp altındaki siyah dizustu eteinin altından kanapeden kalkmadan saga sola debelenerek beyaz dantelli kulodunu çıkardı.Bana verdi kokla hadi dedi.Kokladım.Daha önce çekmecelerini ve kilotlarını karıştırdıgımı da anlamıştı demekki.Koltuga sırtustu uzanıp bacaklarını iki yana açarken beni de uzerine dogru çekti. Siyah etei beline kadar sıyrılmış pembe bady si de bogazının hemen altındaydı

ama göuslerini örtemiyordu.Sikim kazık gibiydi.İçine duşuyordum adeta amına girerken ve .

girdim.İleri geri gidip geliyordum.Sonradan dogumdan sonraki haliyle 110cm.e ulaştıgını ögrendigim

o memelerinden gözlerimi alamaz şekilde Nermin annemin amına sokup çıkarıyordum.Çıldırmak uzereydim ve patlayarak boşaldım. Bana ustunden çekilip kanapenin yanında kendisine dogru dizlerimin ustune çökmemi istedi.Dediklerini aynen yapıyordum ve onun istegiyle sol elimle kanapede başı sola dogru olacak şekilde uzanmış yatan

Nermin annemin memesini okşarken sag elimide onun dedigi şekilde 1parmak 2parmak derken 3parmak onun amına soktum. O da sol eliyle sol memesini okşarken sag eliyle de başımı ve saçlarımı okşuyordu.Elimi hızlı hızlı sokuyordum sıcacık amına.Bir taraftanda o muhteşem göuslerinin ikiside okşanıyordu.Yumuşacıktı

memesi alttan kavramaya çalışıyordum sıkıyordum avucuma sıgmıyor taşıyordu.Çok geçmeden bir .

daha sikim dikilmişti.Bana ayaga kalk dedi.Bekle biraz dedi.Bir elini amına

soktu öbur eliyle memesini sıkıyor ucuyla oynuyordu. Amını avuçlayarak 4 parmak sokmaya başladı içine öbur elinide memesinden çekti ve bızırını hızlı hızlı okşamaya başladı.Bana çabuk şimdi sok içime dedi.Taş gibi sertleşmiş sikimi amına soktum bacaklarını havaya kaldırdı sonrada belime doladı.İçinde gidip

geliyordum o memeleride ileri geri giderken burnuna çarpıyordu.Anne harikasın çok seviyorum seni harikasın ne guzel sey diyordum o da

hepsi senin bebeim yavrum sik hızlı devam böyle çok iyi devam et devam et durma şimdi şimdi diyordu Boşalırken söyle Yalçın dedi. şimdi dedim tutamıyorum. o anda tamam dedi ve patladım o anda o da patladı. Harikasın diyordum,sende bebeim diyordu.Yaraın

super yavrum benim tatlı yavrum diyordu .inanılmaz bişeydi taşaklarım götum sikim elektrige tutulmuş gibiydi.Tum vucudum zevk içinde titriyordu.Memelerinin ustune bastırdı başımı.Kanape rezil olmuştu.Ben hallederim sevgilim dedi bana.Ayaga kalktık. Dudaklarımdan öptu beni.Birlikte yıkandık.Göusleri benimdi artık.Fadıl babam,Esra bebek bir de ben sahibiydik artık

o dev memelerinin.Geceleri Nermin annem ve Fadıl babamın yatak odalarının kapısınakadar gidip onların sevişirken çıkardıkları zevk seslerini dinliyordum. Kapıları aralık oluyordu.Annem bu gece de senin için aralık bırakırım diyordu.Bazen okuldan erken dönuyor ve memelerini emmeye başlıyordum sevişiyorduk. Birgun bana baban evdeyken sevişicez dedi.Nasıl olurmu öyle şey yakalanırız dedim.Merak etme o uyuyunca dedi.Bana bir toz gösterdi mışıl mışıl uyuyacak bu akşam.Gece yarısını geçmişti saat 01,30 gibi odama geldi.Çırılçıplaktı.Gece lambasını yaktı. Loş ışıkta dahada tahrik ediciydi.Hamile kaldıgımdan beri hormonlarım normalin 3 katına çıkmış kendimi

frenleyemiyorum.Nerdeyse jinekologuma bile vericem iyiki sen varsın dedi.Doktormu dedim.Boşver benim tek doktorum sensin.Hadi iyi et anneni guzel çocuk dedi.Önumde yatagımın

kenarına dayanıp domaldı. Eliyle de beni arkasına çekip sikimi bacaklarının arasından elini geçirerek çekti ve amına soktu. Hadi başla dedi.Pompala bebeim.Hadi

yavrum.Hemen başladım ileri geri ve sikimi sokup çıkarmaya hızlı hızlı.Harikaydı bembeyaz yuvarlak kalçaları 100cm.di.Saçlarına yapıştım ve çekmeye başladım sikiyordum çok zevkliydi.Egilerek

belini öptum kadife gibiydi teni.Birden seni yalamak istiyorum dedim.Delirmiştim.Yumuşacıktı.Egildim götunu .

yalamaya başladım.Dur dedi halının ustune yatırdı beni 69 pozisyonuna geçtik.kalçalarını

agzıma oturttu.amını dilliyordum yalıyordum o da sikimi agzına almıştı.Sonra sonra gece boyu seviştik sikiştik. Bana bilmedigim bişey yapıp sikimi göuslerinin arasına

aldı.Dimdik sikim kayboldu memelerinin arasında.o muhteşem göuslerinin arasında boşalttı beni.Aynı şeyi bir başka gece yine yaptık yine yine.Sonra bir gun .

Fadıl babam girdi odaya.Çok korktum.Herşey bitti derken devam edin dedi.Sonradan ögrendimki bana yaptıgını kocasına da yapıyormuş Nermin annem kapıyı aralık bırakıyormuş ve Fadıl babam bizi izleyip yada seslerimizi dinleyip tatmin oluyormuş. Artık hep birlikteyiz.Hiç grup yapmadık.Fadılla birlikte Nermini sikmedik.Ama o izlemeyi çok seviyor ve izlenmeyi.