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The four of them took the elevator to the tenth floor. The penthouse suite consisted of a large living room with a dining table sitting up to ten, a large main bedroom, a smaller one, a kitchen and a huge bathroom with a bath/shower and a separate Jacuzzi and sauna. The curtains were drawn and every thing was warm and cosy. There were two large settees in the living room.

As soon as they got in, they could hear that they were not alone. Moans of pleasure came from the main bedroom. Kate went to the door and looked in; Claudia was lying on her back naked, her breasts quivering, legs wide open. Randy was kneeling on the floor, his head between her legs, getting acquainted with that sweet delectable pussy! Kate noticed with admiration his firm black butt and strong muscular thighs. She closed the door and let them get on with it.

“We are booked in for two nights, guys.” Announced Sue. “Everything is paid for – just order whatever you want. Do you mind opening the champagne, George? Tonight dinner is served in about an hour – I suggest we all freshen up. Randy and Claudia seemed to have claimed the main bedroom. Still, he was the winner. Kate and George will be in the other bedroom. I am sure Ferdy and I will manage in here – we always have done, haven’t we darling?” She gave Ferdinand a loving smile. “By the way, Mr Maddox said he would try to pop in tomorrow – I know he wants to thank us all personally. I hope he makes it.”

After they had a glass of champagne and refilled their glasses, Kate and George went to their allotted room, leaving Sue and Ferdinand sitting together on the settee.

“I fancy a Jacuzzi.” Said Ferdy. “Then a sauna; sweat off some of this alcohol. Are you coming?”

“Yes, but first give me a kiss, you bugger! I am going to fuck you senseless whether you like it or not. I only get one chance a year, you miserable bastard. Do you know, I’ve been going on one-night stands for the last six months. It’s the only way I can get any! I don’t want to start anything serious until I know how I stand with you.”

Sue had taken off her jacket and kicked off her shoes as soon as she got into the room. Now she removed her top and unfastened her bra. Her breasts fell out, huge and white, wobbly with enormous round brown aureole. Her nipples stood out strongly, sincan escort eager to be caressed. Sue stretched her arms in the air so that her breasts stood out proud and shapely.

“See, they’re not that bad are they?”

“You sure have lost a lot of weight, Sue.”

“Have a look at the rest, Ferdy. I did it just for you.”

She removed her shoes, unbuttoned her pants and pulled them and her panties down together. She was not wearing stockings or panty hose. She paraded her voluptuous naked white body in front of him, gently fingering her fully shaven pussy, and was pleased to notice the bulge appearing in his pants.

“I see someone’s getting in the mood, after all!” She smirked looking directly between his legs. “You’re almost as horny as I am.”

Then she pounced! She went straight to the zip and pulled it down. She tugged excitedly on the sides of his pants and got them down over his slim hips. His underwear followed; his dick sprang up ready and willing. He was leaning back on the settee with a big smile on his face. This was replaced by a look of surprise as she tore his shirt so that the buttons popped off to reveal his hairy chest. She forced him to lie horizontal and lay on top of him, kissing his mouth and face, while she grabbed and squeezed his hard, thick, long, circumcised dick.

In a trice, she had eased on top of him and rammed her wet pussy down on him. It was tight at first and it took three or four strong thrusts to get it all the way up her. She had been thinking about this moment for the last year, every day, almost every hour. In the gym or pounding the streets in her skin-tight Lycra sweat suit, she had imagined how it would feel; that had been the incentive that kept going, even through the winter nights. It was all worth it, Sue thought, as she moved up and down on him; she loved the sight of Ferdy’s face, a look of pure pleasure on his face. His blue eyes had gone a deeper colour, almost black; she had only noticed this before when he had been beside himself with anger at work. It made her even hotter and wetter; she rode him even harder. As she tightened ahead of her first orgasm, she felt him grow bigger and thicker inside her.

“You’re mine, Ferdy, and don’t you ever forget it!” She cried, as she started to çankaya escort rub hard on her swollen clitoris. Then she was lost as her climax ripped through her body; she screamed loud and long. She did not notice that Kate and George had returned to the room and were standing, hand in hand, with amused smiles on their faces. They had fucked quickly in the missionary position and then both cleaned up and changed into bathrobes.

Sue’s large tits bounced up and down to the rhythm she had set; Ferdy noticed their shape changing as they wobbled in front of his eyes! He placed his hands on her hips and encouraged her into an even faster pace. She was gibbering in a state of total abandonment as she went into a series of strong orgasms, her juices flowing down the crack of Ferdy’s arse onto the settee below.

Then, as he got ready to come, he took over the rhythm of the fucking, rolling her over, off the settee, down on the carpet. Now on top, he pulled in and out in long, slow and hard thrusts. She lay there in supreme ecstasy, with her eyes closed, concentrating on the spasms racking through her body; she opened them to see Kate looking down on her – she had opened her robe and was casually fingering herself.

Ferdy now put on a special show for them as he drove in and out. He loved an audience! As he reached his point of no return, he suddenly pulled out and released one long white spurt all the way over Sue’s hair, face and breasts, followed by two or three smaller, thicker deposits over her breasts, tummy and down to her shaven pussy where his juices mingled with hers. He rolled off her and lay on his back on the floor, sweating and satisfied.

Kate needed no encouragement, as she flung her robe off and joined Sue on the carpet; she rubbed her breasts against Sue’s and then licked and sucked the juices off her face and all the way down her body. She went between Sue’s legs and enjoyed the tastes of Sue and Ferdy with her tongue. This was reinforced by the sensation of George’s strong male hands behind her, parting her legs, followed by his tongue exploring her wet pussy lips and tasting the remnants of their own love-making.

Ferdinand lay next to Sue, enjoying watching the attention she was getting. Then he found he was the subject of the attention eryaman escort of sexy Claudia. She had left Randy relaxing in the bath and heard the noise from the living room; she was soon naked again! Attracted to the fluid still oozing from the end of his semi-hard member, she lowered herself on to him, her thighs on each side of his head and went down on him. Her tongue flicked out greedily to lick the tip of his penis, which was rock hard again now. She grinned insatiably and took him in her mouth and began to suck up and down as she pushed her pussy, fresh from the bath, down on his face.

Ferdy could hardly breathe but soon allowed his tongue to enter her, sliding up to the clitoris. They feasted on each other; soon Claudia was pushing a finger up his tight bum-hole. Ferdy reciprocated by pushing his index finger up hers. They finger fucked together until Claudia had to pull up and release him from her mouth; her orgasms were returning and she squealed with pleasure. As Ferdy found her spot and rubbed harder, she felt as if she was about to pee into his face.

“Stop, please! I can’t take any more.”

Although he had stopped sucking her as he pushed her up so he could breathe properly, he continued finger fucking her arse hole until she exploded. He felt a big shower of sweet, musky liquid shooting over his face and stinging his eyes; he was shocked – no woman had ever done that to him. Claudia was shocked by the strongest, longest, most satisfying orgasm she had ever known; it seemed to go on forever!

Even George, who was now taking Kate from behind and getting ready to come himself, was distracted by the noise Claudia was making. It spurred him on to thrust in harder and harder. As he came, Kate came. As Kate came, Sue came. Claudia had returned to straddle Ferdy; he was the last to come so he had an audience as he grunted and released himself into her. What an audience he thought:

Sue, lying there with her legs open, a large pool of juice on the carpet between her legs.

Kate kneeling on all fours, with George on her back in a state of exhaustion.

Claudia looking down with that sex-mad expression on her face, as if she had enjoyed her starters and was now ready for the main dish.

Randy, standing there in his bathrobe, wandering whether he had missed the party.

And, as if from nowhere, their old friend Frobisher, Mr Maddox’s butler, standing by the table as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. His studied English voice broke the silence.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Dinner is served.”

Raven’s plan to play sick and dupe her step-mom into doting on all day long had worked fantastically. Still the young girl could never have guessed what Liz would do when she discovered the true nature of the plot.

Liz Robinson loved games. Especially ones played with sexual motives in mind. And so, as she sat on Raven’s bed that Wednesday afternoon, staring at a pair of her own panties, presumably stolen – and dripping with cum she hatched a plan all her own. One that would surpass Raven’s in devious intent, and be incredibly fun to carry out.

The newly-wed Mrs. Robinson put the panties back where she’d found them. She had no intention of blowing her cover, and quite frankly the thought of Raven using them in any way while playing with herself was a huge turn on. She didn’t want to spoil that for her. Liz left the room and went to get the small TV from Bob’s study.

She had picked up some movies earlier, but now she decided against them. She had something else in mind besides some cheesy feel good comedy. From her own collection she selected an old favorite – a movie that Raven probably hadn’t seen. She set up the TV and was plugging in the dvd player just as Raven was coming back into her bedroom.

Remembering the panties, Raven got comfy in the bed quickly. She wanted to make sure she was laying on top of her pillow so her secret prize could stay hidden.

The movie that came on was something called ‘The Graduate’. Liz spoke, “It’s a real classic babe, you’ll like it I’m sure. When I was in college I watched it a hundred times, maybe more.”

The film started kind of slow. The main plot, or at least the real exciting parts centered around a young college age kid who, while home for the summer began a secret sexual relationship with a neighbor. The woman was sensual and just as horny as the teen who lusted after her. The really juicy and erotic part of it all was that the lady was named Mrs. Robinson.

Liz, who had been watching the entire movie right there with Raven – nestled very close to her step-daughter. keçiören escort Liz was right, Raven was enjoying herself thoroughly, the close proximity to Liz was making her sweat with desire. But she figured with luck Liz would only mistake it for a slight fever.

Raven could smell Liz’s hair and perfume from where she lay, and was a bit confused. She didn’t remember Liz wearing perfume earlier. (she had sprayed a bit on just before getting the movie)

Raven was both puzzled and aroused at the signals she thought her step-mom was sending. She kept trying to temper her lustful thoughts by telling herself she was reading too much into things She glanced down at Liz from the corner of her eye. Liz was smiling continually. What she said next really got Raven thinking, hoping, dreaming ;

“You know Raven, I used to tell my friends when we watched this, that Mrs. Robinson was my hero. That I’d be just like her one day. And now, it’s crazy to think about but I really AM Mrs. Robinson.” She was so tickled at her own joke she laughed for what seemed like ten whole minutes.

When the movie was over it was Raven’s turn to send a signal of her own. She said. “The guy is nuts, just nuts, he should’ve stayed with Mrs. Robinson”

Liz’s reply was, ” I always thought so too”. Raven was wet just laying there thinking, were they actually flirting?

It was now evening and time for Liz to move her game along. She fed Raven some chicken noodle soup for dinner and then brought her a glass of what she called her mother’s ‘home remedy’ “It’s mostly warm milk, but there’s also some cinnamon in there, some nutmeg and a few other things.”

She didn’t elaborate except to say ” It’ll put you right out for hours. By the time you wake up in the morning you should be all better.” She said this with a sly knowing smile.

The remedy was warm and Raven felt it taking effect in just a few minutes. She downed the whole thing, imagining the wonderful dreams she was sure to have following the day’s events. etlik escort

A while later when she was sure Raven was sound asleep and breathing softly through her delicate little nose Liz began phase three of her game – the really fun part, she thought, mouth watering with anticipation.

First ,Liz pulled the covers down exposing Raven body slowly. She noticed the girl had unbuttoned part of her pajamas and had chosen to remain braless.

“Probably got pretty hot in here”, she said to the empty air.

Raven’s breasts were small, but perfectly symmetrical. Liz felt the light weight of them as she cupped them in her hands. They were tiny enough that she could put one all the way in her salivating mouth if she tried. Yet she didn’t do this – that would feel too much like rape, and that, was not the goal.

Today was all about observation and appreciation. Well at least, for the most part. Liz wanted to savor every moment of this, so she pulled Raven’s pants down gradually loving the sight of her pale white skin as the pajamas were peeled away.

Raven was wearing a pair of cotton panties that reminded Liz of being a kid. They had small pink hearts on them – to her steadily building delight she noticed that there was a small wet spot in front. Raven had cum, just a little, with no other provocation aside from the movie and close contact.

This just keeps getting better she thought. Through the underwear she saw the soft outlines of young sweet womanhood. When Raven’s pussy was fully exposed Liz saw that she kept it nicely groomed. Nearly bare save for a small thatch of dark hair. It looked so inviting and it took all the restraint she had not to bury her face in it and start licking away like a kitten lapping up milk.

She did allow herself the pleasure of running her fingers lightly from Raven’s abs and stomach down to her pelvic region just before her vagina – which she proceeded to sniff at, breathing in it’s scent. It smelled sweet to her, and she knew then that she would taste rus escort it. At some point, oh yes, she would taste it. But, not tonight. No, the seduction would have to come later.

Knowing that Raven wanted it perhaps as much as she did stopping short was not too difficult. Still she was not entirely done with the planned examination. There was one more thing to see.

Liz turned Raven over on her stomach. It was easy with her still in deep sleep. Raven’s butt was absolutely amazing. Maybe the best part about her all told. Despite her small size, her ass was surprisingly supple. The cheeks were as soft as baby skin, and there was not a blemish to speak of.

Liz again set to work running her fingers down the small of Raven’s back until she reached her ass-crack. She carefully spread her cheeks apart revealing the cutest little asshole she had ever seen. It was pink and puckered and perfect. To Liz’s further surprise it looked as though it was just a little inflamed. Not in the infirm way, as sometimes happens when sick. Instead it looked as if Raven herself had been playing with it recently. Probably in the last day or two, and most likely also for the first time ever.

So Liz thought, my girl likes it dirty does she. Liz was so turned on at this point that she was dripping from her own pussy. She hoped that she might get a little on Raven’s bed just for some added kink. She wasn’t intending to soak the sheets by any means but a little essence wouldn’t hurt.

Finally, finished with her preliminary examination Liz turned her step-daughter back over and began to redress her. On a crazy lust driven impulse she didn’t put the panties back on. Instead she took them for her own.

Before leaving the room she said one thing. “An eye for an eye, and a panty for a panty”

Upon returning to the the master bedroom Liz masturbated more times than she could count. She buried her nose in the small cotton under-garments while fingering her womanhood, and then later her asshole – all drunk on the sweet smell of Raven’s young succulent sex.

Some time later in the cool spring night, Raven woke from what had been the most intense wet dream of her life. She reached down to feel her quivering clit and maybe finish the job, so to speak. That is when she realized she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Chapter 5 – A New Adventure

(I am submitting chapters 5 and 6 together. Chapter 5 has no sex but contains the set-up to understanding the next adventure which comes in chapter 6. As always readers are encouraged to let me know their thoughts and/or reactions. )

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We had played far into the night. Far later than our sixty year old bodies should have. But it was worth it. The pleasures were so incredible. We finally all drifted away about four in the morning. Not quite an all niter but close enough. It was one in the afternoon before anyone awoke. It wasn’t us. About two I opened my eyes. Wen wasn’t there so I got up, slipped on some shorts, a t-shirt and sandals and made my way out to the kitchen. I smelled the coffee before I got there. It smelled great. I was starved.

“Hey, afternoon sleepyhead.” Wen welcomed me.

“Wore you out, huh sport?” Mark asked.

“Where do you get the stamina old man?” I asked him as I wrapped my arms around Wen. He was two years older than me.

“I’ve always gone on four or five hours of sleep. I guess my body has just adjusted to it over the years.”

“Well, you’re in time for lunch.” Donna added.

“Great. I’m starved. How you doin this morn…I mean afternoon?” I asked Wendy as I kissed her around the back of her neck.

“Like I’m half awake. Should have stayed in bed and gone back to sleep.”

“Well, we can just hang out today and have an early night tonight.” I agreed

Melanie and Greg appeared. Another sleepy duo.

“So how are all the kindred sluts doing this morning.” Mel asked looking at me.

“You mean this afternoon, don’t you?” Donna corrected her.

“Oh, yeah, I guess I do.”

“Kindred sluts?” Mark asked putting down his newspaper.

“Yes. Kindred sluts. That’s what we are, right Randall?” Mel deferred to me.

“It fits.” I said nonchalantly. I could see Mark was thinking it over so I added “Mel and Wendy and I were talking at some point last night and the phrase just sort of came out. We decided we liked it so …we’re all …kindred sluts.”

Donna turned toward the group, still working on whatever it was she was stirring up. “I like it too.” She said smiling. “Kind of erotic and naughty, huh?”

“That’s just what I said, mom.” Melanie told her.

“Well then, I guess I like it too.” Mark finally agreed.

Wendy spoke up too…”You know…I bet there are a lot of people out there who are searching for what we have. Makes me feel so … lucky.”

“If only there were a way to help them, huh?” I mused.

“I wish we didn’t have to go home today.” Mel whined.

“Stay. You can stay as long as you want, you know that.” Mark told her.

“No, Greg has to work tomorrow and I have a meeting with a client too.” Mel was into real estate I had learned. I bet she was good at it.

“Yeah, back to the grind.” Greg added.

“Just remember, Greg. Don’t get so caught up in the grind that you forget what’s really important.” I encouraged him.

“I won’t make that mistake again. I promise.” He was serious.

“Are those sandwiches you’re working on Donna? Would you like some help?” I was still starving.

Donna and I finished making some great sandwiches and we all went out to the patio to enjoy lunch. Sandwiches, etimesgut escort iced tea and fruit salad. Tasted great.

“I could just lie around and listen to some music for a while.” I suggested. “How about it Wen?”

“Sure, as long as you don’t need me to stay awake.” She laughed. So we did. I think the others went for a drive or something. Sinatra put Wendy to sleep, almost did me in too but I always end up trying to sing along with him. Not too good really, but I enjoy the fantasy of that too. I must have napped a while too. We heard the others get back about seven.

“Anyone hungry in here?” I heard Mark ask. I grabbed the remote and turned down the music. Then I smelled the BBQ.

“We picked up some take out BBQ for supper. Interested?” Mark asked again. Wen was awake now and smelled it too.

“Oh that smells great.” She said

“Hell yeah!” I quipped with a fake country accent. Everyone got a laugh at that. We ate again and crashed for the night.

Monday morning was back to the real world for a while. I met with my realtor to cancel my account. I had decided to let Melanie handle the sale. Did some final work on the house to ready it and got back to Mark and Donna’s about four in the afternoon. Wen had just headed out to the supermarket to pick up some needed supplies for dinner. Mark was at the service station getting the car serviced. So it was just Donna and I.

“Want some coffee, Randall?” she asked me.

“Maybe just some iced tea. And it’s Ran.” I replied. She poured a glass and sat with me at the bar.

“OK. I’ve been thinking about something you said yesterday.” She had a serious look about her. It was kind of different for her.

“You mean the kindred sluts thing?” I asked.

She smiled and her eyes got that twinkle. “You know I’m always thinking about that.” She winked and snuck a feel of for my cock. Then she turned serious again and I knew there was going to be something different about this conversation.

“But beyond the phrase…what you said about being able to help others.”

“Well, you and Mark have certainly helped Mel and Greg.” I said.

“Yes, but like Wendy said…there must be lots of people out there like us…whose lives and relationships could be changed if… ” she trailed off not sure where this thought was going. “What if there was some way they could contact us?” she asked finally.

“You mean like an ad or something?” I was starting to see what she was getting at.

“Maybe…or a profile on one of the swinger sites. With specific info about our…group. Our group of Kindred Sluts.”

“I’m afraid we’d be inundated with all kinds of replies from crazies.” I wasn’t sold on the idea. “Maybe we could talk about it over dinner.” I added.

“Actually, there’s something else I wanted to talk to you about.” She continued.

“Sure. What is it?” She hesitated again…like she wasn’t sure how to say something.

“Come on Donna. Whatever it is it can’t be that serious.” I pushed her. I was interested because this was a side of her I hadn’t seen before.

“She finally looked at me and sighed. I know. It’s a friend of mine. Evelyn.” She stopped, still looking at me like I should know.

“Oh.” I thought I did know. “She…needs help?” I asked. otele gelen escort Donna simply nodded her head slowly. “I see.” I said cautiously, not really sure where to go at first. “Can you tell me about her?” I asked.

“I’ve known her for years, twenty or more probably. We met casually. We’d see each other at lawn sales and things and then we’d have lunch and it just sort of grew from there.” She paused, gathering her thoughts.

“She lives here, near here?” I was more curious now.

“She lives in Culver. Near Melanie and Greg. I asked Mel if she’d seen her. She said Mom, she’s so withdrawn. She said she sounded depressed the last time Mel saw her. So I called her today and she really is depressed. Their relationship is really … struggling.”

“And you think…?” she knew what I meant.

“She asked one time about Mark and I and I shared a little bit with her. She was really interested in hearing about our philosophy and everything, and about the sex. She was really interested in that. But then she would pull back. What she shared with me about how she was raised in a strict religious family just made me think she was really repressing her sexual self.”

“A familiar story, huh?”I asked her. “What about her husband?”

“His name is Phillip. He’s an engineer. He’s a gentle man but is very non committal about things. That’s the way Evelyn put it. And she’s so unsure of herself that she can’t seem to initiate anything intimately. She waits for him and he waits for her and…you know how that goes.”

“Yeah, they both lose.”

“Exactly. I was thinking…she’d be intimidated by Mark because she knows him. But maybe if I introduced her to you and Wendy… Maybe…you could help her or them or…”

“It would take a lot of investigation and preparation but …let me think about it, okay?” I was intrigued with this development.

“Thank you. We can talk again when you feel comfortable. In the mean time I am going to re-establish a connection with her and try to get her confidence.”

“That sounds like a good idea. I’ll talk with Wendy about it too” the more I thought about it the more I liked the idea of at least trying. Who knows what might come of it.

Mark and Wendy had arrived home at the same time and both came through the door together. Mark was carrying the groceries Wendy had gotten.

‘Whatcha got there buddy?”I asked happily. Mark had set the bags down and was checking out the contents.

“Looks like steaks and … asparagus.” Guess I better fire up the grill. With a look I wasn’t sure of he asked “What are you two up to?”

“Deep dark secrets, my friend. Deep dark secrets.” I was laughing, hoping to put his mind at ease. Finally he smiled and said “Yeah, right.” He disappeared to the patio and his grill.

“Hi Wen. How was your afternoon?” She sat at the bar on a stool next to me and I kissed her on the forehead.

“Okay. Gave me some time to think. There’s something I want to talk to you all about at dinner, okay?” I looked at Donna and she returned my wondering gaze with a smile. Do you suppose…?

Sure, Babe. We can talk about whatever you want. You know that.”

“Just an idea I’ve been turning over in my mind. I’d like to see if you all think I’m nuts.”

“Well, kızılay escort we know you’re not nuts. But we’ll wait to see what you have in that pretty little dirty mind of yours.” I kissed her and slipped her some tongue.

“Mmmm. Frisky baby. I like it. Keep that thought for later, okay? Oh, I gotta pee .Be right back.”

“I’ll try to manage.” I laughed again. I watched her go. I truly loved this woman. I had never really thought much about love at first sight. And it wasn’t really. It was more about the complete ease and trust we had, knowing we are so connected in mind and body. We are so lucky to have found each other.

Mark appeared to get the steaks and went out to grill them so I decided to go out with him, even if just to think about what Donna had said. It was a gorgeous night, sunny but cool, low humidity. I sat on the patio as Mark grilled. I kept running scripts through my mind about how to communicate our thoughts to people who could benefit from them. People who would be open to them and would embrace the philosophy. It could only help people who had the inner desires that needed to be set free. It wouldn’t help people who just wanted to get laid. Mark interrupted my thoughts.

‘Whatever you got goin on in that mind of yours must be pretty deep to be so quiet over there.” I wasn’t sure if he was asking or just making conversation. I also wasn’t sure if Donna wanted him to know she had mentioned Evelyn.

“I do have serious thoughts now and then.” I went with humor again to try to avoid the other things.

“It’s Ok, Randall. Whatever Donna has you thinking about I’m sure she’ll tell me soon. But she sure has you working on something. I hope it’s good.”

“OK. You got me, Mark. What if I told you it’s something that could involve us all?”I didn’t want to risk alienating Mark. I told Donna to give me some time to think about it before we mentioned it. OK?”

“OK. Let’s get these steaks off here shall we?”

Dinner was quiet to start, a bit uncomfortable. So I finally asked Wendy “What was it you wanted to talk about Wen?”

“I was thinking about what we said before about being able to help other people like us.” I looked at Donna and she was looking at me. Mark saw the look, I’m sure. What if there was a way people could come to us for help, I mean a way of letting people know there is an option?”

I looked at Mark and he was smiling at us. “So much for deep dark secrets, huh?”

“Okay.” I admitted. “So what is everyone thinking.

Throughout dinner and beyond we launched an idea that would revolve around a website, linked from several swinger sites. That would allow people to send letters to us. They would be required to reveal explicit details about their situations, their desires, their expectations. It would be intended only for couples, minimum age of forty-five, up to 75. If chosen to participate they would be contacted by our group, Kindred Sluts. We all agreed that it was worth a try to see if we could help some people experience what we enjoyed. We formulated a simple plan and all committed to it. We would choose one applicant couple to start and devote one month to them and then re-evaluate. Donna even told Mark about her desire to connect with Evelyn. Mark gave his consent for Evelyn to be a project for Donna and Wendy and myself. We decided to begin with her while we waited for responses from the website. If it worked out he would support us all in finalizing arrangements with them. All in all it was an exciting evening. We ended it with a toast. We raised our glasses to … The Kindred Sluts.

I was staring at the contents of my closet. Daddy had told mom that he was taking me bowling tonight and I had no clothes that would go with the underwear he’d left for me and that mom would let me walk out of the house in. I could smell that dinner was almost ready; I had to make my mind up soon. I’d just showered but I felt that familiar sweet wetness in my pussy. The weekend had been magical. Three days in a row daddy had brought friends around to fuck me while he watched. Yesterday had been the best. Not only had my high school principal and uncle shared my cunt, but daddy had taken my virgin ass. I couldn’t wait to see what he had planned for tonight.

The front door slammed and I knew daddy was home. I heard his voice in the kitchen and then he walked towards the master bedroom.

“Daddy,” I whispered out so that mom wouldn’t hear.

“Yes, princess,” he replied and walked into my room, closing the door behind him.

“I don’t know what to wear tonight,” I said as he pulled my robe open and cupped my breast, giving my nipple a quick kiss.

“What would you normally wear to go bowling?”

“Jeans and a t-shirt,” I replied.

“Then that’s what you’ll wear tonight. You’ll take those off and greet your guests in the new outfit. Put the shoes in a bag and wear sneakers when we leave.”

With those words daddy walked out and went to have a shower.

I started getting dressed. I felt so sexy in my black lace crotch less panties and the matching bra that had holes for my nipples. They were fully erect by now and I worried about how much they’d be visible through my t-shirt. The garter belt and lace topped stockings completed the slutty look. I dipped a finger in my cunt and licked off my juices. I was ready to be fucked right there and then. I hoped it wouldn’t be much longer.

I put on jeans and a black t-shirt and looked at myself in the mirror. My nipples were so erect they were almost poking a hole through the t-shirt. I couldn’t force them down. My tight jeans were putting pressure on my clit and I was so horny. I decided to put a shirt over the t-shirt, that’d hide my nipple problem a little bit.

Dinner was awful. I think mom could notice that I wasn’t my usual self. She kept asking me if I wanted to go bowling, saying that I could change my mind if I wanted to. I couldn’t explain to her that I was nervous because I just wanted to get out of the house to feel one of daddy’s friends’ cock in my dripping cunt.

Daddy and I drove off in silence. We soon arrived at a luxury hotel and daddy drove down into the garage. We got onto the elevator and rode straight up to the 12th floor. Daddy got a key card out of his pocket and unlocked the door and we entered a beautiful room. There was a big recliner for daddy that was facing a huge bed that was covered in satin sheets. The bathroom had a shower that was big enough for two and on the balcony there was a Jacuzzi. I wondered whether I’d get a chance to try it tonight.

“Take off your clothes,” daddy said and got comfortable in the recliner. “Your guests will be arriving soon.”

That was the second time he’d said guests in plural. Could I be so lucky to get to fuck two juicy cocks again tonight? I pulled off my shirt and t-shirt and daddy nodded his approval of my hard nipples. I then stepped out of my sneakers and took my jeans off and handed them to daddy who licked the wet patch. I took the high heel shoes out of the bag and put them on. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt sexier than ever before.

It wasn’t long before there was a knock on the door. Daddy motioned for me to open it. I gasped as I saw our neighbours, Mr and Mrs Donnelly. This explained why we couldn’t do this at their house or ours.

“Oh Steph, you’re so beautiful,” Mrs Donnelly caressed my breast as she walked past me.

“We’ve been watching you for so long, wanting to fuck you,” Mr Donnelly continued. “We were so pleased when your dad put you up for sale.”

The Donnellys quickly undressed before me. Mrs Donnelly was wearing an identical outfit to mine, it was obvious that she’d bought the matching set, and Mr Donnelly was naked, stroking his rapidly growing cock. Mrs Donnelly walked up to me and licked my lips. She was the same height as me and our nipples met, sending shockwaves down the pit of my stomach, as she parted my lips with her tongue and started kissing keçiören escort me.

Mrs Donnelly took my hand and led me to the bed. I lay down and she parted my legs. Mr Donnelly caressed my hairless mound through the panties and then Mrs Donnelly climbed between my legs and pressed her lips against my pussy lips. She was kissing my pussy just as she had my mouth a moment ago. Then she started caressing the insides of my thighs with her fingers and blowing on my cunt. I moaned out loud with pleasure. I’d never been with a woman before, but it was obvious that she knew exactly what to do with me.

Mr Donnelly kneeled next to me and started kneading my tits, pulling at my nipples through the bra. I turned my head and started licking the precum that was leaking out of his hard meat. It seemed to stir him.

“Oh, so you’re hungry for cock,” Mr Donnelly smiled.

I nodded and moaned again as Mrs Donnelly’s tongue penetrated my wet cunt.

“I’ll be happy to oblige,” Mr Donnelly said and straddled my face, pressing his cock against my lips. I opened my lips and licked them before I slowly sucked him in, inch by inch. I let my tongue play with the veins on his erect shaft as I sucked him hard, rewarding me with a loud groan from Mr Donnelly.

Meanwhile Mrs Donnelly’s tongue was torturing me even more. She was tongue fucking me fast and hard. I was desperate to wrap my legs around her head to feel her tongue deeper inside my cunt, but her hands held my legs in place as she slurped on my free flowing juices.

I was slowly losing control of my mouth as well. I was sucking Mr Donnelly hard, but he was in control. His hips were moving up and down as he fucked my mouth, right down deep into my throat. He tasted so good. I sucked harder and harder. Each deep penetration of my throat produced a gagging reflex around his thick meat and this seemed to spur him on even further.

I cast a quick glance to the reclining chair where daddy was watching us intently. He’d already got his cock out and he was stroking it as he watched the show on the bed. I moaned around Mr Donnelly’s cock in my mouth as I saw daddy’s juice cock.

Suddenly Mrs Donnelly moved from my wet fuck hole and started sucking on my clit. I soon discovered why as she started slipping her fingers inside me. First one, then two, then three fingers started fucking me as she sucked my clit hard. I moaned louder and louder I felt so good. I knew I was going to cum soon.

I sucked Mr Donnelly as hard as I could as his thrusts got faster and deeper. I was sure he was close to cumming too. I finally had to give in. My cunt contracted hard around Mrs Donnelly’s pumping fingers and I screamed out around Mr Donnelly’s cock. My whole body buckled as I heard Mr Donnelly’s roar. The next second he was squirting his cum deep inside my throat and I swallowed every drop he gave me.

Mr Donnelly slid off me and lay on his side as Mrs Donnelly pulled me up. She walked me up to where daddy was sitting and held out her hand for him to lick my cunt juices. When he was done she pulled me into her arms again and started kissing me. I could taste my cunt on her lips. She reached around and unclasped my bra and then she pulled my panties off. She did the same to herself.

“Now it’s time for you to eat my pussy,” she smiled and lay next to her husband who started sucking on her tits.

“I’ve never eaten a pussy before in my life,” I said truthfully.

“Just do to me what you like to have done to yourself,” she said and pulled her legs wide apart, showing off glistening dark red folds.

She looked so juicy. I was dying to taste a cunt so I kneeled between her legs and leaned forward. I licked along her slit and flicked my tongue across her exposed clit. I was immediately rewarded with a sharp intake of breath. I felt movement on the bed next to me and soon I felt a tongue licking the length of my exposed slit. The tongue soon went away and I could feel Mr Donnelly rubbing his cock against my wet slit. I felt him getting harder and harder against me.

I pulled Mrs Donnelly’s pussy lips wide apart and started licking the wet, warm hole. I slowly entered her with my tongue and was amazed at the amount of pussy juices I got to lick up. This was wonderful. Her cunt tasted so good. Mr Donnelly’s cock was now hard against my hole. He grabbed hold of etlik escort my hips and slowly slid inside me. I moaned against Mrs Donnelly’s hole as I felt the size of Mr Donnelly’s cock head opening my tight hole. He didn’t stop until he was deep inside me and then he slapped my ass before he slowly pulled out again.

Mr Donnelly kept sliding inside my cunt, slapping me and pulling out again. I started sucking on his wife’s clit and sliding my fingers inside her hole. I easily slid four fingers inside her and started masturbating her fast. She was dripping into my hand and I was dying to lick some of that juice up, but I didn’t. I kept sucking on her nub. Mr Donnelly slowly picked up the pace and fucked me harder and faster, each time getting deeper into my cunt.

I couldn’t tell who was moaning louder, Mrs Donnelly or me. Mr Donnelly’s thrusts kept forcing me harder into Mrs Donnelly’s wet cunt. I sucked, licked and finger fucked her while being taken to new heights by Mr Donnelly’s wonderful fuck meat. Daddy was out of his recliner. He was standing right next to us, jerking his cock fast and hard.

Then Mrs Donnelly started screaming. It was a high pitched scream and she shook underneath me, almost breaking my pumping fingers as her cunt squeezed me tight. She showered my hand with her juices and I slowly pulled out. Mr Donnelly grabbed hold of my tits and pulled me up, all the time fucking me hard from behind. I reached back and let him taste his wife’s juices. He quickly lapped them up and grabbed hold of my shoulders. Mrs Donnelly reached out and started massaging my clit and as my cunt gripped Mr Donnelly’s cock hard in my second orgasm for the night daddy shot his load straight onto my tits.

Mr Donnelly pulled out of my throbbing cunt when I was done cumming. He lay down on his back and daddy sat down in his recliner again to watch what happened next. Mrs Donnelly kept rubbing my clit, frequently slipping a finger into my hole. She knew that I was horny for more so she made me straddle her husband and then she guided his shaft into my wet hole, while massaging his balls.

When Mr Donnelly was all the way inside me Mrs Donnelly straddled his face, facing me. I was just starting to ride Mr Donnelly’s cock as she reached forward and embraced me. As she kissed me deeply our tits were squeezed together and daddy’s cum was smeared across both our chests. Mrs Donnelly and I kept kissing and fondling each others’ tits as I started sliding up and down Mr Donnelly’s juicy shaft. I could hear the wet fuck noises as I slammed down on Mr Donnelly and the wet slurps of Mr Donnelly eating his wife’s cunt.

After a while Mrs Donnelly stopped kissing me and she started focusing on my tits instead. She leaned forward and tweaked one nipple between her thumb and index finger and she sucked my other nipple into her mouth. She sucked and pulled hard and I loved what she was doing to me. Mr Donnelly’s cock was spreading my cunt so wide and Mrs Donnelly was man handling my tits in the most erotic way. I reached down and cupped Mrs Donnelly’s tits, kneading them hard as she continued sucking on mine.

I picked up the pace on Mr Donnelly’s cock. Despite having his face buried in his wife’s wet cunt he kept moving his hips, meeting my slams with thrusts of his own. We kept moving faster, matching each other’s pace, stroke by stroke. I could feel my pussy juices dripping down on his groin and balls. He was as slippery as I was, making me slide faster and faster. I soon let go of one of Mrs Donnelly’s tits and started rubbing my clit. I could feel Mr Donnelly’s cock with the tip of my finger as he slid in and out of my hungry cunt.

Mrs Donnelly came first. With a scream she let go of my tits and grinded her cunt all over her husband’s face. Her wonderful orgasm was all I needed to go over the hill and I moaned out loud as I felt my cunt contracting around Mr Donnelly’s fuck meat. My second orgasm in a row around his shaft then proved the breaking point for Mr Donnelly. His face wet with his wife’s cunt juices he roared out and shot his load straight up my cunt.

When I finally managed to roll off Mr Donnelly I lay on my back and cupped my tits, absently playing with my nipples. Tonight I’d had my neighbour Mr Donnelly’s spunk down my throat and up my cunt. What a wonderful way to spend the night.

I lay and watched as rus escort Mr and Mrs Donnelly got dressed and left. I looked at daddy. His cock was still hard in his hand.

“Do you want me to come over and suck your cock, daddy?” I looked at him as I asked the question.

“No, baby,” he replied as he stood up and started getting undressed. “I have something better in mind.”

“What are you going to do, daddy?” I asked as I watched him get naked in all his glory.

“Spread your legs, baby,” he said with a smile. “Daddy’s gonna eat that wonderful cunt of yours.”

My cunt was still full of Mr Donnelly’s cum as daddy got down between my legs and parted them before him. I could feel the white milk trickling out of my wet hole as daddy’s head went down and then I felt a long lick from my ass crack all the way up my slit to my mound. Daddy licked me like that again and again. Then he started parting my pussy lips with his tongue, getting more of my cum mixed juices. I felt great. I wrapped my legs around daddy’s head, lifting my hips, wanting his tongue deeper inside me.

He flicked his tongue across my sensitive clit, he slid his tongue inside my hole and then he sucked my clit again. I was kneading my tits as I looked down at daddy performing his magic on me with his talented tongue. Of everybody who’d eaten my pussy in the last couple of days, daddy was by far the best one. He knew exactly what I wanted and how to make me cum. He was better than I’d ever imagined.

“Daddy,” I panted as I felt his finger on my nub while his tongue was buried deep inside my fuck hole. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me, baby,” daddy said from my pussy. “Cum all over daddy’s face!”

I needed no more encouragement. I wrapped my legs tight around daddy’s head and shoved my cunt up in his face and sprayed my juices all over him. I was still throbbing as he pulled out and moved up to kiss me. As he kissed me and I tasted my pussy juices on his face I was extremely aware of his hard cock that was resting against my wet slit.

“Daddy?” I said and looked into his eyes.

“Yes, baby.”

“How does it feel when you watch all these men fuck my tight little cunt?”

“It’s wonderful, baby.”

“And how did it feel to take my ass yesterday?”

“It was the best ass I’ve ever had.”

“Have you ever wanted to know how it would feel to have your cock inside my wet cunt?”

“I wonder that every time I look at you, honey.”

“Fuck me, daddy.”

He took one look in my eyes to see that I was serious. Then he stood up and picked me up from the bed, carrying me into the shower.

“We have to get home,” he said and for a moment I thought I was going to be disappointed again. “So we better make this quick.”

With those words all tenderness was gone. He pressed me up against the cold tiles in the shower and parted my legs. He slammed his rock hard cock straight inside my tight cunt. I cried out as I felt him tearing my cunt apart. My daddy was so wonderful. He had the best cock a girl could ever want in her cunt. He slammed me deep and hard. He was kissing me deeply as he rammed me over and over and over with his big shaft. I could hardly breathe. I’d forgotten how cold the tiles were against my back. With each thrust he slammed into my clit and stopped to grind against it briefly. I’d lost count of how many orgasms I’d had, but they didn’t stop me from having more.

We were both overwhelmed with the eroticism of the situation and the hard and violent nature of our fucking. The last four days had been foreplay leading up to this. Nothing else mattered now apart from daddy’s cock in my cunt.

“Daddy,” I panted.

“Yes, Stephie.”

“I have to cum.”

“Cum for me, baby.”

No more encouragement was needed. My body shook in his arms, my legs shivered as I wrapped them around his waist. Daddy kept fucking me hard as my cunt convulsed violently around his meat. The minute he knew that I’d gone over the edge, daddy groaned and with a final hard thrust he slammed into me and stopped. I could feel his cock twitching inside my tight hole as he finally released his load, deep inside his little girl.

Half an hour later we walked through the front door at home. Mom was watching TV.

“Did you have a good time?” she asked us without turning around.

Daddy and I looked at each other with love shining out of our eyes.

“We had a great time,” we said in unison.

Shortly afterwards I went away to college. As I kissed my daddy goodbye I was already looking forward to my first trip home. Daddy had promised me something extra special as a welcome home present.

Preface – PLEASE READ!:

This is the seventeenth part of what is a running story. It is all about the taboo. You will not find romance here. Any notion and talk of love is subverted to serve the taboo.

Anal sex and incest are MAJOR themes of this story.

You may want to not read this part and other parts if you take offence to any of the following in a lurid, obscene (and of course fantastical) context: incest, rough sex, submission and domination, degradation, extreme sodomy, ass worship, extreme dirty assplay, light or implied scat, farting, and EFRO (erotic female relieving observance).

All characters involved are 18 or older.

Again, I am thankful for all my readers, patient fans, and especially comments, ratings and emails.

P.S. The fantasy is everything.

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You smile at your daughter across the table and she smiles back, her face a little flushed. The wine is going to her head.

She takes another sip. ‘This is so nice’, she says. ‘Taking me on a fancy and romantic date. And at such an expensive restaurant!’

‘No less than you deserve’, you say.

She blinks her eyelashes slowly and she leans in closer. ‘Tell me what more I deserve… daddy,’ she whispers the last word.

You take a mouthful of wine and look at her. ‘You deserve it all, princess. You deserve the best.’

‘I deserve to be spoiled, don’t I?’ she says with a bitchy look in her eye. ‘For being such a… good… girl.’ She licks her lip.

‘You deserve to be completely spoiled,’ you agree. ‘You should get everything I or anyone else can give you.’

‘I don’t think I get enough. I want more.’

‘More?’

‘Yes.’ She leans in further and murmurs. ‘A sexy big tittied slut like me with a hot super-eager backdoor should be given all the money and presents I could ever want.’

‘Of course you should. And will. You should be rewarded for being so sexy.’ You keep your voice low so as to try not to attract attention from anyone else sitting around you.

‘I want your credit card daddy.’

‘Huh?’

‘I want your credit card in my purse. And I want it to stay there. That’s where it belongs.’ She says it matter-of-factly. She has put on a bitchy assertive face that somehow turns you on.

Nevertheless, you hesitate.

Her eyebrow raises. ‘Am I not my daddy’s little princess?’ she says archly.

‘Yes, of course.’

‘Then give me it.’ She reaches out and holds out her hand palm up on the table expectantly. ‘Now. It’s what I deserve.’

You reluctantly take your wallet out and hand over one of your credit cards. She snatches it, saying ‘about time’, and sniffs and quickly puts it in her purse. Your reluctance seems to melt away in those quick movements, looking at the self-assured and stuck-up expression she is wearing, and her heaving, pushed up cleavage, and your cock gets hard under the table.

‘I know that made you hard,’ she says condescendingly. ‘You secretly love the thought of your busty beautiful daughter being a spoilt little bitch, don’t you? Don’t worry, I’m going to be buying myself lots of things with your money. You know I’ll never get a job.’

‘You have a job,’ you say, a little red-faced.

‘What’s that?’

You straighten up. ‘Taking my dick in your ass.’

‘Oh yeah,’ she smirks. ‘All the money I want doing what I love. I’m such a lucky girl. And you’re such a naïve daddy.’

‘Like you said,’ you raise your glass, ‘you deserve it for being such a pretty little sexpot, for having such big teenage tits, for having such a big fuckable ass, and for being such a hungry dumb buttslut.’

‘Now now,’ she cautions mockingly. This is supposed to be a romantic date.

You call for the cheque soon after and before you know it you are driving her back home. She has relaxed and moved more into her innocent-slut demeanour. You never know which one you love most — whichever she is at the time, most likely.

‘Did you enjoy the date?’ you say, while stopped at a traffic light.

‘Yes, thank you daddy,’ she says. ‘I’m all full now.’

‘Except the place where it matters,’ you joke.

Her eyes open wide in mock surprise. ‘Oh no, I’m not like that at alllll!’ She giggles and hiccups. ‘I’ve heard if a girl lets a guy kiss her or if she sucks him off before the third date then she’s a slut.’

‘No chance of a kiss on a first date?’

‘Oh, well, maybe for you daddy.’ She squirms a little in her seat. ‘You did take me on a lovely expensive date after all and it’d only be nice to say thank you properly.’

The red light of lust cast on her cleavage turns to an enticing orange and then a sickly green. As you drive you think about how far this has all come in such a short space of time. How incredible the jump was from the first moments in the kitchen with a drunken Ana, to rampant debauched anal and sodomistic filth. You wonder what the future holds in store, whether anything can be topped, or if both your passions will fade and the activities lose their hedonistic, illicit thrill.

You can’t imagine ever losing sincan escort the extreme desire to fuck Ana, and it appears she never wants to be a moment without your cock. Even if the initial taboo-breaking excitement wanes, you are more than content to spend years fucking your daughter’s bottom. And the thought of doing just that, of your incestuous sodomy becoming more than a brief chapter of depravity to look back on, but a casual acceptance, part of your routine, an anything-but-mundane mundanity, to continue every day as something commonplace in your relationship — this thought excites you in its own way. Something better than a series of nasty activities each trying to outdo the other until it breaks, is to possess a lifestyle, a life ordinary that all others would find incredible. To wake up to breakfast and a quick morning go on your daughter’s ass. To go on the computer while your daughter kneels under the table and sucks you off. To tongue your daughter’s delicious butthole while she’s on all fours chatting on the phone to a friend, having to give excuses as to the noises when you to stop to push inside her rectum. To breathe, eat, work, play, travel and live — all to the tune of the most pleasantly fucked up relationship you’d ever dreamed of.

You pull up at the house after what seems like an eternity and stand at the front door.

‘I shouldn’t come in,’ Ana whines, looking unsure of herself.

‘Not even for a quick drink?’

‘I dunno,’ she says. ‘I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.’

‘How about that kiss you promised me here then?’

‘Okay,’ she smiles. ‘A very quick kiss.’ She wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you in and you kiss lustfully, exchanging tongues. She snogs the life off of you while making small moaning noises, and you reach behind her and squeeze her big ass under her short red dress. The kissing in the dark outside your door continues and soon you have worked your hand under the thong under her dress and are rubbing her butthole aggressively.

She breaks off, breathing hard. ‘Okay, well maybe I’ll come in for a quick drink,’ she says, her eyes alight. You are both thoroughly enjoying this “date”.

You let her in and within minutes you have her on the couch, her dress askew, grinding you with her full titmeat pressed into your face. The nipples are poking through the thin fabric and you lightly bite one through the dress while peeling off her thong.

You get her on her back with your cock free and position it at her pussy which shines with wetness. The head touches.

‘No, no,’ she says.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Not thereeee,’ she whines.

‘Where do you want it?’

She looks you in the eye. ‘Where do you think?’

You pull her legs up a little and move your cockhead down to her other, darker hole. Her pussy juices have been running down to make her backdoor hole just as wet to the touch. You press in a little.

‘Yes daddy, there…’ she whispers in your ear. ‘You know what kind of girl I am.’

‘You’re the best date, honey.’

Her asshole flexes on your cockhead as you push against the ring and she bites her lip. ‘Promise me something daddy.’

‘Anything.’

‘Promise me you’ll make love to my bottom. Promise me you’ll keep the date romantic and make love to your daughter’s perfect bottom.’

‘I promise.’

‘Good,’ she says softly, wrapping her arms around you. ‘Make love to my bottom daddy,’ she breathes in your ear.

Her bottom grips you snugly as you squeeze in. She bites her lip again and whimpers as you enter her warm anus.

As requested you keep the ass loving slow and intimate, sliding slowly in to the hilt so she lets out a little ‘oh!’ and then back out. Alternating with short, slow ruts deep in her soft, sucking anus.

‘Oh yes daddy. You know what kind of girl I am,’ she says again.

‘The sort of girl who takes it in the ass on a first date?’

‘Yeah. And the sort of girl who takes her daddy’s cock in her bum whenever he wants.’

‘Such a good little date fuck daughter.’

‘More daddies should take their daughters on dates. They might get a thank you from their daughters tight bums.’

You slowly massage the walls of her rectum with your big cock, reaming her insides as she pulls you close to her, kissing you passionately. Every time you back off a fraction for air her tongue remains stuck out, eager for more, her face horny and delirious.

‘Fuck me in my pooper daddy,’ she moans as the ass loving gets wetter and the sounds pick up.

You grin and stroke her face. You collect a curl of hair in your fingers and it tugs. She bites her lip and wraps her hands around your ass and pulls you in, trying to drive you deeper and deeper, each thrust seeming to open up new unexplored ass-territory, a new inch of bowel. Both of you know your member is on the large size but nothing seems like it could be big enough to quench your daughter’s thirst to be stuffed ever deeper in her fat teenage bottom.

‘How does your big dick feel inside my pooper daddy?’ çankaya escort she groans. ‘Do you like your daughter’s tight sexy pooper?’

‘Not so tight anymore baby,’ you tease.

‘Good daddy, I want my little ass relaxed and easy, ready to take a dick right to the balls in a second. I want guys to be astonished at how easy my ass is, how their cocks just slip inside. Fuck my ass loose and sloppy daddy, make it your buttpussy.’

‘You’re getting your way,’ you say. ‘Your pussy is definitely tighter than your ass.’

‘It’s my backdoor pussy daddy. It’s my main hole, the one I offer up first. Next time I’m at a club and I fancy a guy I’ll just get him outside in a back alley or in a club toilet cubicle and bend over and tell him to shove it up my little ass. My bumhole will be so sweaty from dancing all night that it’ll go right in and I’ll tell him his dick isn’t big enough for my bottom and I’ll pull my bum off it and just leave him there all frustrated.’

‘You nasty bitch,’ you say. ‘You know no dick is big enough for your bottom, not even mine.’

‘You do a pretty good job of it daddy. I do love your huge cock pounding my bottom. And it’s nice when I’m all wide open taking it so well like a good little bumwhore, so pretty with my sexy face pouting away all silly while my fat sloppy butthole is squelching and farting away from your dick leaking its precum all inside me.’

‘I just don’t think other guys can compete,’ you say, rather proud despite yourself.

‘Well then they’ll just have to take my ass two at a time then won’t they?’

You groan at the idea and kiss her neck and sweaty face and clash tongues as her ass fully opens up to you, the romantic side to the anal fully gone now.

‘Fuck my buttpussy daddy,’ she moans, ‘you know it’s not as tight as my pussy and that’s why you love it, you can push in it so easy and fit it all cosy and snug, and you can fuck my fat buttpussy so hard and deep, harder and nastier than you could ever do my little cunt.’

A few minutes of impassioned sodomy and a change in position go by before Ana speaks again.

‘Am I dumb daddy?’ she asks, riding your cock in her ass.

‘Would you be getting buttfucked by me if you weren’t?’

‘No daddy, but when you go a while without calling me it I get all confused and think maybe you don’t think I’m that stupid anymore.’

‘Aw baby,’ you say soothingly, stroking her face, ‘of course I do! I’m sorry for not calling you it more often. You really are a very dumb little girl.’

‘Aw thank you daddy!’ she smiles at you, as your big swollen cockhead rubs around in the deep insides of her warm teenage rectum.

‘You’re probably the dumbest girl I know,’ you smile back.

‘Really?! Yayy!’ she beams, so pleased with your statement, tossing her hair about and squeezing her huge tits. ‘Are you proud of having such a silly ditzy stupid fuckpig of a daughter?’

‘About as proud as you are of being one,’ I grin.

‘That’s a lot! Mmm now pound my ass hard now daddy!’

‘So much for romance!’ you laugh.

‘It’s still really romantic daddy, even when you’re bumming me really hard and deep, I feel so warm and loved.’

After a few more minutes of rough anal pounding, Ana bouncing vigorously on your dick and you alternating between slapping her ass, tits and face, you both slow, allowing her to grind you deeply. She reaches behind her and rubs a finger around the edges of her stretched out hole, where the two of you are joined.

‘Do you wanna suck on my cock baby?’ you ask, noticing her mouth filled with salvia as she tongue kisses you.

‘Fuck yes! Let me taste my beautiful bottom on my daddy’s big shaft.’

She gets off and quickly plonks her mouth on you, groaning in pleasure. ‘Mmmm,’ she says repeatedly around your dick. She sucks away hungrily at the head for a while and then lets the rest of the meat plunge into her mouth. She sucks away all the juice and bumbutter, licking along the side to the base. Then she takes your balls one by one in her mouth and cleans them vigorously, sucking on them like lollipops as she jacks you off.

‘I’m going to cum,’ you announce quickly, and she returns your dick to her mouth, keeping your cockhead just past her luscious, suction lips and resting it on her tongue while pulling eagerly on the shaft.

You shoot in her mouth, and she swallows noisily after each few spurts. When you are done she raises her head and licks her lips.

‘I love drinking cum!’ she giggles, drawing her dainty finger over the top of your dick to catch a last droplet and rubbing it on her lips. ‘I love it in my little mouth! And that’s not saying anything about how much I love tasting my bum.’ She looks at you with a big cheeky grin and you tussle her hair.

You lie on your back and she lies half on you, facing the ceiling and in your embrace. She moves your hands to her large breasts and you squeeze and massage them fondly. She moves her own hand to your softened penis and lightly massages it and squeezes it.

‘Seeing as we had eryaman escort a date, does this mean that we’re going out now?’ she says abruptly.

You laugh. ‘Sometimes I’m not sure when you’re being serious or not.’

She turns her head to you and pouts. ‘Well, given the amount of times you’ve put it in my bum and bumfucked me, and then also the times you’ve tried to knock me up, I think I’m probably your girlfriend now, aren’t I?’

‘I suppose so,’ you smile.

‘Good,’ she says, satisfied. She turns towards you so your arm is now holding her back and she massages and pulls on your cock with a little less lightness.

She snuggles into you and then looks up at you with a naughty look in her eyes. ‘I’m afraid I won’t be the most faithful of girlfriends,’ she whispers hotly in your ear.

‘I wouldn’t expect you to be,’ you say.

‘I’ve been known for sucking off other guys when in a relationship before,’ she continues, her voice low and soothing, her breath warm and thrilling against you.

‘You have?’

‘Of course, it doesn’t really count as cheating. It’s just a bit of fun.’ She winks at you. ‘Do you want me to cheat on you daddy?’

‘It’s not up to me,’ you say haltingly. ‘Whatever I said you’d do whatever you wanted.’

‘That’s right daddy,’ she coos. ‘I’ll do whatever that gets me off.’

She starts to pull on your hardening cock, slowly moving her hand up and down and tightening her grip. ‘I might come to you one night with my cute little bottom already full of cum,’ she whispers. ‘I’ll just lie and say it’s nothing. Or my pussy will be full up when you go in it, and it’ll be leaking out loads around your cock and completely soaking the bed as we roll around in it. I’ll just say it’s just because I’m really wet for you.’

‘Fuckkk,’ you groan, your cock now stiff to attention, and slightly pained by Ana’s jerking.

‘You better be careful I don’t become the village bicycle,’ she smirks. ‘Everyone wanting a ride. I’ll end up a real little buttwhore for everyone. Maybe I’ll have some nasty fun and stop you having my ass anymore, only have anal sex for when I’m cheating on you. How would you like that daddy? Your slutty little daughter-girlfriend giving her ass up to everyone except you?’

‘You nasty little bitch,’ you growl, and push her away and then into a doggystyle position. ‘I’m going to rape your ass for that.’

‘Get it while you can,’ she smiles evilly, and then whimpers as you plunge into her slick backdoor hole again.

*

As you lie in bed, Ana curled up next to you, sleeping contentedly with semen slowly leaking out of her ravaged ass, your thoughts drift back to the what the future could hold.

Ana had had her childhood, an excellent one if you said so yourself. You have asked her on more than one occasion if she has any regrets of how things have since turned out and she has been quite clear on the issue. There was no taking advantage of anybody, except where that was something she (or you) wanted, which didn’t really count. Her decisions were those of an adult, made out of the demon-fires of lust that every adult had the right and responsibility to build choices upon. To turn towards or turn away.

Ana is a succubus, a beautiful creature of devilish intent and design, a girl made to fuck the gods themselves. For all the talk of stupidity and dumbness, of existing to please men, of being a cumdumpster and a fuckdoll and a rape toy, for all these insults tossed wilfully into the melting pot of crazed, irresponsible lust to stoke the embers of degradation — god, it felt as good to be degraded as it did to degrade — for all these transient insults, these helping hands, these clothes to clad oneself in and take on new forms, new forms of animal, of terrible beasts and pigs and sirens of fuck, yes for all these she was the one in charge, the one with the power, the one commanding, deciding, taking. Yes, a girl to fuck the gods.

You grin, amused that your thoughts had slid into hyperbole and poeticism. But the bare bones of truth were there. She had made her choices, as had you, and if others couldn’t respect both your individuation and personal autonomy then fuck them. There was nothing here but the very extremes of pleasure. And choice was everything.

Choice and sex. All that really mattered was the sex. More of it, always more, dirtier and nastier, devilish and transcendental. A holy intimacy found in your daughter’s backdoor.

This was not hedonism, it was something higher, or lower, something that mankind had always wondered at but rarely achieved, often preferring to seek more academic, intellectual and spiritual pursuits.

They missed out. The real spiritual experience was found in something joyfully corrupt, an unseen place full of mud and blood and flames, the stars dripping with juice and the oceans white and as thick as syrup. The land all peaks and valleys, the rolling hills forming the curvature of lust. This place, this spiritual coming you had found in your daughter’s tight and loose and gaping and closed and twitching and pouting and sloppy and sticky and warm and hot and steamy and smelly and wet and dripping and leaking and vacant and full and clutching and squelching and farting and sucking and slutty and completely, ineffably fuckable butthole. God, her tight ass. Her tight fucking ass. God.

My wife was out of town visiting some friends for the weekend. It was Friday, and afternoon was turning into evening. With no plans I thought I’d stay late at work and try to catch up on a few things. About 6:00 a co-worker popped his head in my office and asked if I’d like to join him for a drink. We went to a neighborhood bar, ordered a couple drinks and spent most of the time bitching about those in charge at the office. The clock over the bar showed that it was 7:30, bringing Josh’s announcement that he had to get home to the wife and kids. I paid the tab, for what had turned into two rounds of drinks, saw Josh off to his home and got in my car.

The idea of heading home to an empty house, and no dinner, did not seem too appealing. My inhibitions were lowered just enough, after the two drinks, to give a thought or two to the possibility of sex with another guy. More often all the time my sexual fantasies were focusing on hot sex with a hunky guy – or two. On a few rare occasions I had even acted upon my thoughts and hand some mind-blowing, if not cock-blowing, experiences. It had gotten to the point where I’d even close my eyes at times when having sex with my wife and a vision of a well-built guy would appear. It always worked to make my dick even harder, and my wife even happier with the result. I’d even started fucking her in the ass because I liked the tightness of her ass muscles milking the cum out of my cock. A couple times she “got even” by working my asshole over good with her vibrator and I soon learned that I loved having my ass played with.

With all those thoughts, and a bit of a buzz, my cock was stirring to the point of being uncomfortable in my tight slacks. I unbuttoned my belt, unzipped my pants and gave my prick some breathing room. Being a bit “hot and bothered” I thought I’d drive by a local adult bookstore to see if any action might be going on. With it being a cold fall night there didn’t seem to be a lot of activity. Few cars were around so finding a parking place was easy. I readjusted my pants and stepped out into the night.

I think my greatest fear was getting arrested for fucking around in the area, which was known for illicit activities, and having my name plastered in the local paper. Still, it added a bit of excitement to the hunt for someone to suck my cock or join me in a quick jerk off session. The local police hadn’t been making it easy on people wanting to get their nuts off in the adult business section of town. Recently hookers had been getting hassled, a couple guys had been arrested having sex in a car, a local priest had been picked up for soliciting a teenage boy, and the cops had even been hanging out in a couple of the sex shops. It appeared all the coverage by the local media was having an impact of the businesses.

The combined aroma of cum, piss, mansex and the mustiness of the old building hit me hard when I pulled open the heavy door and walked into the grungy establishment. The bright bare lights caused me to squint a little as I walked up to the counter. The totally bored cashier didn’t even look up from a fuck magazine he was reading as I slid a five-dollar bill across the countertop. He simply counted out the necessary tokens and dropped them in my hand without any conversation.

Pushing aside the curtain, as I went back into the arcade, I suddenly realized that not a single movie was playing. It kind of looked as if I should have just gone directly home and found another way to spend my night. Since I was already in the place, I entered a booth, dropped in a few tokens and selected a newer video showing two cops taking on a young blond hunk they had arrested. The one cop, still wearing his blue shirt and cap, had the kid gagging on a huge cock as he face-fucked him roughly. The darker, Italian-looking policeman, with nothing on but his cap, was working over the younger guy’s ass with his nightstick. I swear he was shoving about a foot of it up into the kid’s hole, while repeated slapping the blond’s ass. Without really noticing, I pulled my own hard, self-lubing cock out of my pants and was stroking the shit out if. I brought myself to the verge of blasting my load a couple times, and disappointed that no mouth or fingers had appeared in the booth’s glory hole, decided this was a pretty lame way to spend my night. With a little difficulty I shoved my stiff cock back into my pants, zipped up and headed out of the store.

Another customer was in the video sales and rental area when I entered. His back was to me as he was checking out the bi video section. He looked out of place dressed in a very expensive business suit. However, if the rest of the package was a nice as the ass displayed in the well-tailored pants, my night – and a few other things – might be looking up. The silhouette of his suit gave the appearance of a well-proportioned guy underneath who took care of himself. He stood about 6″ 2″ and his salt and pepper hair was trimmed fairly close with an expensive-looking haircut. My cock twitched as I took in the scenery.

I joined the new guy in viewing mecidiyeköy escort the graphic covers of the bisexual videos. He turned to look my way and I was not disappointed by what I saw. The guy had a George Clooney look to him. The same squint lines around the twinkling eyes and a bit of a smirk when he smiled. He reeked of masculine sex appeal.

“Got any suggestions for a little entertainment,” he asked.

I kind of stammered for a second before answering the incredibly handsome stranger with, “I don’t know a lot about any of these bi films. I usually go a bit more for those over there.”

I motioned to the gay section with a tip of my head. I could not believe what I had said or done. What the fuck was I thinking?

“Hey, thanks anyway,” he responded as his attention back to the packages on the wall.

Feeling a bit dejected, I said, “Yeah, have a good night” and went for the door. My car was about a block away on a side street. I’d gotten about halfway there when I realized that I REALLY wanted to have sex with the guy in the store. I almost couldn’t believe it as I turned and began to walk quickly back to the ABS. Just as I got to the door, it opened and I was standing face-to-face with the hot guy.

He smiled that smirky smile, twinkled those eyes, and said, “Damn, I’m glad you came back. I was just coming after you. Do you have some place we can go?”

What had started out as a quiet evening, with my wife out of town, was certainly looking “up” now – and my stiff cock was leaking at the thought of what was ahead. I could not believe I had almost driven away from the bookstore empty-handed – or with only my own prick in my hand.

That throbbing cock was definitely thinking for me when I blurted out that we could “go to my house.” I was breaking my number one rule of keeping my man-to-man activities completely separate from my perfect straight life – and I didn’t care because I NEEDED to get this guy in bed. He wasn’t familiar with my street address, but knew where a nearby shopping center was located. We agreed to meet in the parking lot and then he’d follow my car to the house.

It was about a 10-mile drive to the mall parking lot. I was so fucking horny I pulled out my cock and started stroking it again. The thing was oozing precum like never before. I caught a bunch with my fingers and brought it up to my mouth. I love the taste and texture of my sweet liquid. About then I started having second thoughts about what I was doing. To get this hunk into the sack I was willing to take him to my home – OUR home – and actually have sex with him in OUR bed. A “stiff prick has no conscience” was probably no more true in my life than at that moment. Hey, if the guy didn’t show up in the parking lot, I might not be going through with this at all. What was I worrying about?

I pulled into the mall parking and drove over to the bank where I said I’d meet the guy. Shit, I didn’t even know his name. His car wasn’t there yet and, for a few seconds, I almost felt relief that I might have been stood up. Just then another car turned into the mall parking and pulled up next mine. My dream guy motioned for us to go on and I drove back out onto the street with him following in his black Lexus.

No lights were on in my neighborhood when we got to my house. We both got out of our cars and walked silently up to the front door. As I put my key in the lock, my new friend pressed his body up against mine and, through his slacks; I could feel how his growing cock fit perfectly into the crack of my moistening ass.

I could feel his breath on my ear as he whispered “By the way, my name’s Kevin.” And then his hot tongue teased my ear with a flicker.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I said (like a complete idiot). “I’m Tim.”

As the door opened, Kevin shoved me against a wall and, sanding a layer of skin off my face with his now almost ten o’clock shadow, kissed me roughly, jamming his tongue into my mouth. His right hand found the growing bulge in my pants and gave it a hard squeeze. Retrieving his tongue, he sputtered, “Well, Tim, glad to meet you, too. I think we need to get somewhere so we can fuck now!”

I turned toward the stairs and, undressing as I went, lead the way to the bedroom. I could hear Kevin loosening his tie and unbuckling his pants as he followed. By the time I hit the bedroom I was wearing only my tighty whitey Calvins and dress socks. I started to pull down my briefs and was shoved down on the bed from behind. I turned my torso on the mattress just in time to see Kevin slip out of his suit coat – and that’s when I saw it! A fucking gun in a shoulder holster! Shit! Motherfuck! All my worse fears were coming true. I’d propositioned a fucking cop! My life was over…

Kevin immediately picked up on my horror and fear, and started laughing uncontrollably.

“Tim, Tim, relax. This is not a bust. I want you as much as you want me. I’m not a cop. I’m FBI. I’m just getting back into town after being on a case. On the way back from the airport I thought I’d see if I could find taksim escort anything interesting downtown – and I sure did.”

When I started breathing again, I noticed Kevin continuing to undress. This guy was so fucking hot. He kept looking at me with a grin. He obviously worked out a great deal. His entire body seemed to be covered with silky graying fuzz. Veins popped out of his muscular arms. His pecs were incredible. The guy had abs that wouldn’t quit. My eyes tracked down the bulging veins of his groin as he pulled off his black boxer briefs and his big, beefy cock popped out. The thing was fuckin’ huge – and it wasn’t even completely erect yet! My mouth watered, my asshole twitched and my prick all throbbed at once when I saw it. He turned to toss his underwear on the chair and I saw an amazing, muscled ass pointed in my direction

I jerked out of my daze when he turned quickly, reached over and ripped my shorts completely off my body. For a second, my cock had caught on what was left of the waistband and it plopped against my stomach when released. I was a couple inches from being Kevin’s size, and certainly not as thick, but he must have like what was spread out before him, because he looked down at me and said only, “Yum.”

The next thing I knew my entire cock was in his mouth and he was really working on it. His rough hands were everywhere. I grabbed one of his nipples and the twisting brought out a moan that ticked my buried prick from deep in his throat. He got completely up on the bed and positioned himself above me. His low-hanging nuts were hanging above my face and I lifted my head to bathe them with my tongue. When I did I got a whiff of sweaty man ass I reached up to pull his muscular ass closer to my face. Fuck, I was in heaven. I pried the tight ass cheeks apart and dove in for the prize. Kevin was so stunned he lifted his head up off my cock and moaned loudly. As my tongue twirled around his ass bud, he went back down on my shaft, matching the circling motion with his tongue. His saliva was slowly running down my ass crack. On of his thick fingers followed the trail of wetness to my butt hole. He ran it around in a couple circles and then slowly worked the digit into my more than welcoming orifice. Another finger joined the first in teasing my prostate.

I continued to tongue-fuck his ass amid the tangle of hot, sweaty limbs. I reached up between his furry, firm legs and grabbed his balls with one hand and began to stroke his cock with the other. I formed a tight cockring with my fingers, just above his nuts, and pulled them down to my mouth to give them a good slathering. His dangling balls were quite a bit larger than walnuts and I could only pop one into my mouth at a time. Although not shaved, they weren’t very hairy and the smooth skin of his nut sac felt great in my mouth. I could barely get my other hand all the way around the shaft of his meat. The veins popping out of his felt incredible. I could only imagine how they would add to the massage I hoped my ass would be getting very soon. His moaning on my cock continued to send vibrations through my entire body.

With his fingers giving my asshole a good workout I was close to blowing a wad all over the bedroom. The sex was so intense I was kind of feeling dizzy and light-headed. I was losing all sense of time. I forced my lips back from his dripping hole, and released my grip on his balls and prick. I let out a big sigh as I collapsed back onto the bed.

He lifted his mouth of my cock, rubbed a hairy wrist across his chin to catch the saliva running down it, and panting asked, “You OK?”

“Damn, I’m much better than OK. I feel like my body is going to explode and I’m exhausted,” I uttered with just about all the energy I could find.

He then twisted around and repositioned himself on the bed. Slowly he rolled me over on my stomach and mounted me with a thick thigh on each side of my waist. His hands them began to expertly massage my shoulders and back. The weight of his engorged cock rested on my lower back, right above my ass crack. The massage felt incredible and I was nearly asleep when I realized Kevin was working his way down my backside. My ass was teased as the head of his cock traced a line between my cheeks. As he slid down my body, he lowered his face to kiss my skin and like some of the salty sweat from the smooth surface. The big, strong hands began to massage my butt and with each kneading my cock pulsed underneath me. Occasionally one of his fingers would just slightly brush over my asshole, causing it to twitch as if it were begging for more.

I had almost been lulled to sleep when Kevin suddenly, and roughly, pulled my ass apart and dove face first in between my cheeks. He rolled up tongue shot directly into my hole. Shit, this guy was eating my ass like he hadn’t had a meal in weeks. I lifted my ass up off the bed in an attempt to push his face deeper into the sweaty, shaved crevice – and in hopes of grabbing my own straining cock. Suddenly, the tongue exited my ass.

“Don’t touch your cock!” was the command, beşiktaş escort and I moved my arms to my sides and up beside my head to try to keep my balance.

Kevin quickly went back to his munching as he put his hands on my waist and pulled my ass higher and into his scruffy face. His dark, ever more evident, beard was rubbing the skin of my ass raw as he ate my butt hole. I was thrashing around on the bed, moving my head back and forth and moaning like I was in heat. He dropped one hand from my waist, moved an arm around my stomach and pulled my body even closer to his mouth. I sensed a rhythm in the bedsprings and soon figured out he was stroking his own cock. Again, I tried to reach for mine and, once again, it caused him to stop his oral assault of my ass.

“Don’t touch your fuckin’ cock!”

Hey, I wasn’t going to argue with this guy. This time Kevin didn’t go back to what seemed to be his favorite activity. Instead, I could feel him repositioning himself over my body. His big hands again pried my totally exposed ass apart. I was kind of surprised when I heard him spit and I felt a huge glob hit the bull’s eye of my hole. It was then invaded by one of his thumbs and he worked it around in a circle, stretching the tight ring of its opening. He pulled out his thumb with a “pop” and again a ball of spit made direct contact with my puckered opening. His face again made contact with my ass as he pushed the spit into my ass with his tongue. His mouth broke away, he moved a bit on the mattress and the knob of his cock replaced his tongue. His hand was guiding it around the hole in a circular motion that felt fuckin’ incredible. Then, without warning, he shoved the entire length of his monster all the way into my ass. I gasped for air as the wind was knocked out of my body. Then all was still as my body’s intruder waited for me to get familiar with the hot prod inside of me.

I nearly came when he’d entered me. I took every bit of self-control left in me to delay the blast. Very, very slowly Kevin began a motion of sliding a bit of his meat out of my body and then roughly shoving it back in. He was consistent in his gentle out-stroke and the forcefulness of his in-stroke. We began to grunt in unison when he plowed into my ass. Both of us were covered in sweat; his dripping all over the backside of my body. I was getting the most amazing fuck of my life. It felt like I was in a dream.

I was brought back to my senses as the pounding became harder. I reached up and grabbed the headboard so I wouldn’t lose my balance on the ride. Kevin put his hands up on my shoulders and pulled my entire body back onto his massive probe. I swear I could feel the veins of the shaft massaging the insides of my gut. I don’t think I’d ever had anything so deep in me.

My head began to bounce of the wood headboard, but I was not feeling any pain as the two hard surfaces met repeatedly. I didn’t want this fucking to be interrupted or to stop. Shit, then I could feel it happening. I was going to cum without either one of us touching my cock.

“I going to cuuuuuummm!” I tried to warn Kevin as I first blast of spew hit the bed and the parts of my body that were in range. My asshole started pulsing, around the hot cock in my ass, with each shot of cum from my own. A combination of a sigh and whimper made its way out of my mouth each time he pushed his prick back into me.

“Yeah, that was really hot,” whispered Kevin into my right ear as he licked the sweat from around it. He never stopped the pistoning in and out of me; he just slowed it down to something gentle and soothing – almost romantic.

Without pulling all the way out of me, Kevin was able to rotate my body and lift my legs above my head. All the while he maintained the same slow fucking of my ass. With his hands around the legs over my head, I saw the wedding ring on his left hand. I smiled to myself.

With his salty sweat dripping down on me, and the rocking motion continuing, he asked, “What are you smiling about?”

“Well, besides having the best fuck of my life, I just noticed the wedding ring.”

“Yeah, I’m married, too – and sex with my wife has never been like this,” he responded, as he looked at the ring on his finger.

The pace of his fucking was picking up again. I got a handful of tight furry ass in each palm and tried to pull him deeper and harder into me. It was amazing that my cock was still hard up against my stomach. I could feel the cum churning again in my balls. Kevin’s sweat dripped into my mouth when I opened it to moan. God, it tasted good.

I could sense his body tensing and his cock seemed to grow within the walls of my ass. He arched his head back and let out an indescribable guttural sound. Kevin suddenly yanked his cock out of my asshole – which snapped shut – and with a couple yanks on it, and hot, thick white cum was flying everywhere. At the same time I realized I had started pulling on my own prick and it was shooting all over as well. I’m not sure whose juice was hitting my face, but I licked it off my mouth and savored the taste. I was covered with cum, as was the bed, the headboard and the wall. Kevin’s cock was still releasing liquid as he slowly continued stroking it with his fist. I looked up into his face and saw total contentment.

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This is from a video I saw on U-Tube of a soap opera that plays in Spain. There is no copyright infringement intended, it’s just a short story I feel my readers would enjoy. I am taking artistic license to continue the brief scene that I saw between these two sensual women. This is my version of what happened, what could have happened, what would have happened if I had really been there…enjoy!

I had been angry longer than I can ever remember being. It was hard enough to stay angry but living with the person who made me so angry only made things more difficult. The silence in the house was overwhelming. Why wouldn’t she just move out, move on? But did I really want her to? I missed what we had had. I missed what she had ruined with her thoughtless words. I knew she was sorry but this went way beyond a simple apology. She had humiliated me both publicly and thoroughly. Everyone knew about her insecurities regarding me now and I was mortified at how extensive they really were. It wasn’t my fault in the least how insecure she was regarding us, it wasn’t like we hadn’t talked out our problems. We had been together for awhile now and why she couldn’t have told me these particular things in private I didn’t understand. I realized it wasn’t her fault that the mic was on when she revealed and confided them to a mutual friend but now everyone had heard, everyone knew, and I was mortified.

This had been going on for a long time. The awful silences. The avoidance. Even the separate beds. She slept in my bed now, alone. I slept in the guest room. I was miserable. She was miserable. I had tried to talk to her. She had tried to reason with me. Each and every time it had ended in a loud fight with words that neither of us meant but hurt none the less. Maybe it was time to end this. Maybe I should move out. But it was my house! I couldn’t take the cold shoulder I was giving her anymore. She had tried, I had to give her that, but I just couldn’t get past what she had done. Airing our dirty laundry was one thing, but to the whole squad? Everyone knew now, everyone knew her insecurities regarding me, everyone knew her feelings. Until our commander had shut down the mic they had heard every detail, every word. It had been better than a soap opera and now I was barely speaking to her.

The worst had come when she confronted me in front of a room full of our teammates. In anger I had struck her. I was horrified at what she had driven me to. I think she was shocked that I would resort to physical violence. I packed quite a wallop and my hand had smarted the rest of the day. The fact that I took her down with that one punch was immensely satisfying and incredibly mortifying. I couldn’t face her or the rest of the team who stood there in stunned silence. Her brother had pulled me back in case I wanted more blood and I was shocked Beylikdüzü escort enough to let him. I finally shrugged him off and left with my cheeks flaming. It had been the second worst moment of my life. It compounded the embarrassment I felt at what she had revealed.

As I made my way to my car I was on the phone with a colleague who was asking my advice. I put my bag in the back of the hatchback and headed for the passenger side door to drop off the paperwork before climbing in. I had just hung up the phone and closed the door when someone came up behind me and pushed me against the closed door.

“Freeze” she whispered hoarsely in my ear. I recognized my girlfriends voice immediately. Too many passion filled nights had I heard this exact voice to be fooled by her authoritative tone.

“What” I tried to ask and turn at the same time.

“Freeze, your under arrest, stay still or I will have to cuff you” she warned ominously.

She was taller than I was and much more muscular. To be honest I welcomed the feel of her body against mine as she pushed me against the car. I stayed quiet. My arms were far across and on the hood. She took the cell phone away from me and slipped it in the front pocket of my tight little jeans. She spread my legs with her boots.

“But” I tried to get out.

“Shhh” she said as she bucked slightly against me to emphasize that I was in her custody.

“I am going to have to frisk you” she said in her deep authoritative voice but I could hear the undertone, it was the same beautiful voice I had loved and enjoyed.

She started at my wrists with her hands over them and touched impersonally along my arms up to my shoulders. But it wasn’t impersonal. It was incredibly sensual. She knew exactly what she was doing. She felt along my shoulders and under my long red hair, was that her nose I felt along my hair burrowing in it’s thickness, scenting in the smell of my hair, the smell of me along my neck. I shivered as I thought I felt her nose touch along my nape. I leaned back against my antagonist as she felt along my sides for any hidden weapons. The only weapon I was carrying was my body and I knew she would use it against me.

“I charge you with ignoring me” she whispered huskily as she touched me again and again.

She bent down to frisk my legs, one at a time, down one and up the other side. The warmth of her hand came through my jeans and I caught my breath in my throat at the contact. It was calculated, it was thorough, it was arousing as she came close but did not touch inappropriately. She touched along my entire back, lifting my long hair aside to do a thorough search but the thought of her playing with my hair had me nearly groaning. When she touched my sides and then abdomen I let out a squeak of protest but she ignored me as she checked under my bra for hidden weapons.

“I charge you with abandoning me” she continued as her knowing hands felt my ass through the jeans.

As she searched my hips her hands strayed to the front of my tight little jeans. It was when she began to unbutton them, her body tightly against mine that I let out another squeak of protest.

“We need Beylikdüzü escort to talk” I began knowing my body was about to betray me to the one person who knew it so very intimately.

“The time to talk has passed. We tried talking, that didn’t work” she answered breathily, obviously affected from what she was doing to me. Her fingers got the first button undone and were reaching inside.

I spun around in her arms and reached up to encircle her shoulders in my arms “you don’t want to talk? Then FINE we WON’T talk!” I hissed as I reached up and captured her lips with mine passionately.

She was more than ready for me as she eagerly held me against her between her and the car, my back sculpted itself against the window on the door. I stripped her jacket from her hot muscular body as well as her shoulder holster. She continued at the buttons on my jeans and when that was done she started on the buttons of my blouse exposing my bra which she fervently admired, caressing the cups and what they contained. I was kissing her deep and ardently letting her know how much she affected me as I sucked, nibbled, and mashed my lips against her my tongue sneaking inside to caress, fence, and dual with hers. We traded spit but oh it tasted of the nectar of the gods. She felt so good against me as she strained tightly against me with the car against my back. Her crotch grinding suggestively against mine she aroused me as I wanted her so bad, it had been so long, too long since I had known her body against mine.

As she kissed along my jaw line my head fell back against the roof of the car which only served to give her full access to my throat and neck. I gladly gave her that access which she took advantage of as she kissed, licked, and nibbled her way across and down causing shivers as she made her way to my ear and then across to the other. My breathing was becoming ragged in my throat.

It never occurred to either of us to be aware of our surroundings, to realize we were in a carpark at work, that we were probably on inter-departmental cameras. We were so aware of only each other, of our overwhelming need for each other that everything else ceased to exist and no other cares were in the world for us.

She plunged her fingers inside my tight jeans now loosened from their grip on my hips by her unbuttoning of them. She flicked aside the scrap of clothing I called panties and her finger unerringly found my love button and gave it a caress. I arched back letting her know I approved. She used her body to hold me up against the car. My leg began to rise to wrap around her hip and hold her there. It also served to give her more access between my legs where her fingers were already seeking out and finding the wetness she had caused there. They began to play with the wetness but this wasn’t enough for me. I was in heat, I was in rut, I needed what only she could provide me.

Her lips had traveled down my chest to the V between my breasts. Her nose had inhaled the intoxicatingly strong smell of me, my perfume, and my essence which rose strong between us. She used her nose to nudge aside the silk of my push up bra so she could capture the incredibly erect Escort Beylikdüzü nipple that stood so proudly through the fabric waiting for her mouth to capture it in it’s embrace. I let out a whoosh of sound as her warm lips touched it, her tongue flicked it, and her mouth sucked it in. It weakened my only leg holding me up but her incredible body against mine held me up as I lay splayed against the passenger door of the car. My arms held up the hands that grasped desperately at her shoulders not only to keep me up but to keep her in place, to keep her doing what she was doing so well to my inflamed body.

As she plunged in I couldn’t help the guttural cries that were released from my throat. I must have been somewhat aware that we could be discovered at any moment in the carpark. That we just might be on camera at this very moment because my normal screams of ecstasy were muted. It was okay though, the guttural cries seemed to be what she wanted as she played my body more enthusiastically. Her fingers plunged in and out, my body bucked in response, encouraging her to this outrageous display. Her mouth played havoc with my breasts that seemed to rise up and thrust their way into her mouth of their own accord. My body betrayed me, there was no fighting her, there was no fighting this, not that I really wanted to, but it’s betrayal was something I would think of later.

She knew my body so well. She changed up how she thrust in me, I never knew the exact spot she would hit, the exact moment she would hit my G spot, the gushing that was coming from between my legs was signaled by the slurping sounds I could hear as her fingers moved in and out rapidly. She knew the combination of what her fingers were doing, her lips and tongue on my nipples would drive me insane. It was a short drive. I went over the edge willingly as my body convulsed, as I bucked and writhed against the body that was causing me so much havoc. It was totally undignified, it was absolutely necessary. I loved every minute of it. It went on and on for a long time, it had been a long time since I had this type of release and my body was squeezing every moment out of this incredibly sensual, incredibly impulsive, and totally erotic moment. If there was a spot above heaven I went to it as she played my body expertly.

As my soul came back down to earth and I became aware of things around me I realized she slowly pulled her fingers from my body replacing my now soused panties before pulling her fingers up to deliberately put them in her mouth and clean them. The sight was so erotic and sensual as I watched with my passion filled eyes. I made no move to cover myself from her amazingly dark and intense eyes. She grinned her beautiful grin and I stared at it bemusedly as I contemplated what she had just done to me. She began to button up my blouse and then my jeans and helped me tuck the blouse back in. I could finally stand at that point but my mind certainly wasn’t on the job I had planned to go out to at that moment.

“Now THAT is a TALK we will have to have again” she smiled as she leaned down to kiss me again. I could faintly smell and taste myself on her lips.

She helped to peel me off the car eventually after we continued ‘small’ talk against the car. Her kisses and caresses helped calm me down. She made sure my brain was back in my head before allowing me behind the wheel. You know, I’m not as angry as I once was….

The End…for now

***RACHEL’S POV***

Shane rolled off of me with a satisfied sigh.

“Do you wanna watch a show before you go home?”

I agreed and cuddled up to him, happy to be with him. Somewhat. I do care about him. I love spending time with his family, which we do often. He makes me smile, which says something.

Of course, he had his drawbacks. The biggest one, would be the sex. Sometimes I cum for him. More often than not, though, I find myself unsatisfied and disappointed. Tonight was one of those times. I find myself anticipating the sex, always thinking tonight would be the night. Tonight would be the night that he makes me scream and whimper, but it has never happened. While we watch our show, I’m laying in his arms thinking about how much I love being held; but I also think about how it would be much better if he had made me cum. Thank God he couldn’t see through my pretending to orgasm- I didn’t want him to feel bad. Eventually, our show ends, and I get dressed. He smiles at me, and I find myself smiling back at him.

I pull into our driveway, carefully to be quite as I enter the house. I don’t want to wake anyone, especially my mother. It was late, so she was probably be asleep; it was too early for me to be home. I was about to make my way up the stairs, when I could hear a noise coming from my father’s study. He often locks himself in his study at night, for some quiet so he could get work done. He works from home, but he always seemed to have work to do at night. My mom complains often that he is always locked in his study.

I was surprised to see the door slightly open, as he liked to be alone when he worked. He probably thought he had another hour or so until I came home, and I usually went straight to my room as to not bother him. I saw him sitting at his desk illuminated by the computer screen. I was about to say hello, but then as I walked closer, noises I was hearing made me freeze.

“Oh, daddy! Fuck me! Fuck your daughter’s tight, little pussy!”

My eyes went wide. My father was watching porn and not just any porn. He was watching porn about a daughter being fucked by her father. My curiosity got the better of me, and I crept a little closer. My father was staring intently at the screen, and his hand was furiously making a back and forth motion under his desk. It wasn’t hard to guess, he was jacking himself off. With the way he was pumping away, I could tell he was close.

“Oh, Rachel! Be a good girl and swallow my cock!” He was a moaning mess and even threw his head back. He let out a final grunt and his hand slowed and eventually stilled completely. I quietly backed away and made my way up the stairs and into my room.

I laid in bed and stared at the ceiling, strangely calm, possibly in shock, and then it all hit me.

Holy shit. I just saw my dad jacking off to daddy/daughter porn!

I tried to rationalize that people had all kinds of kinks, and it didn’t mean he wanted to actually fuck his daughter. Maybe I could have convinced myself of this, but I couldn’t ignore what he said. He said my name. He came, moaning my name. He told me to swallow his cock. I couldn’t ignore this.

I couldn’t help but wonder about the things I couldn’t see. Was his cock big? How much did he cum? Most importantly, how long had he been masturbating to thoughts of me? Something else I couldn’t ignore was happening, The silky, blue panties I wore were wet, soaked even. I was turned on, thinking about my father jerking off. What does this mean? Do I want my father? I didn’t think so, but then again, my pussy was wet. I had never thought of him in that way before.

All of these thoughts swirled around in my head, over and over again. I desperately wanted to fall asleep and forget about this, but even more desperately, I wanted to rub my pussy.

I can’t do that. It would be wrong to get myself off, thinking about my father. But then again, he did rub his cock thinking of me.

That justification was enough to startle me.

This is wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

After that thought, I tried to force myself to think of something else, anything else. I don’t know how or when, but at some point I fell asleep.

That morning, I woke up strangely rejuvenated. I found myself excited to see my father. When I realized this, I tried to push the idea away.

I began my morning routine, quickly stripping out of my clothes to take a shower. I had fallen asleep in Beylikdüzü escort my silky panties, and looking at them on the floor, they were still soaked and warm from sleeping in them and fantasizing about my dad all night, even though I hadn’t given into the urge to masturbate. After my shower, I took a look in the mirror. I guess I could understand why he was attracted to me. I had always been curvy, definitely not skinny. I was a little over five foot with an hourglass figure. I had a still somewhat flat tummy from running track throughout high school. Since graduating, I haven’t really been working out. I have gotten a lot softer, but more womanly. I had a round ass and perky, decent sized titts. My bouncy brown curls frame my heart-shaped face in a pretty way. I mean, a lot of men have wanted me before. Shane certainly did.

Shit!

I had totally forgotten about Shane! Here I was, thinking about my dad being attracted to me, while I had a boyfriend!

But he can barely get me off, anyway. I thought with a grumble.

In the morning light, it was hard to ignore the growing sexual thoughts and feelings I was having about my father. All throughout my shower, I fought against playing with myself at the thought of him. Why did I have to make this discovery? I had been perfectly normal. He had been perfectly normal, at least to my knowledge. But had there been signs that I had been missing? Had he been wanting me for a long time, and I just hadn’t noticed it? With that thought, I decided to experiment a little bit. There was no harm in that, right?

Getting dressed, I pulled on a tight tank top, deciding to skip a bra today. I grabbed some yoga shorts. Emphasis on the short. The only thing somewhat out of the ordinary was the lack of bra, which I rarely did; I wasn’t really brave enough to wear anything more revealing. There was still a little bit of doubt in my head, despite the evidence. I found myself actually hoping that I would find more evidence that he wanted me.

I tried to be casual, going down the stairs. I had no fear of my mom being there as she left for a conference this morning. This was the perfect time to figure out if my dad really wanted me, and if he did, how much he wanted me. Rounding the corner into the kitchen, I found my dad at the stove making pancakes. He had a T-shirt and grey sweatpants on like usual. I couldn’t help but notice that he did have some definition in his shoulders and back, though I had never noticed before.

When he turns around, will I see the outline of his cock in his sweatpants? My nipples tightened at the thought, peaking in my tank top. Grey sweatpants were notorious on the internet for hinting at a man’s package.

I let out a loud yawn, making him turn around.

“Good morning, Sweetheart! How’d you sleep?” He asked me smiling.

“I slept pretty well. How did you sleep, Daddy?” I said with a small smile. His eyes widened for a moment; I haven’t called him Daddy since I was a kid.

I dramatically stretched my arms over my head, pushing my titts out. I noticed his eyes drift down to them, surely noticing my nipples through my braless tank top. He swiftly looked away, back to my face, but his face was a little flush.

“Um. I slept well, Kiddo. Breakfast is about ready. Go ahead and sit down.” He turned back to the stove, flipping pancakes and adding them to the stack. He then turned off the stove, but a few pancakes on two plates and made his way around the kitchen island toward me. His eyes stayed firmly on the floor, avoiding my titts, I think. While he was looking away, I took this moment to check out his sweatpants. Sure enough, there was a large outline. I instinctively licked my lips. He had to be big.

Bigger than Shane.

With that thought, I looked at the butter, syrup, and orange juice already on the table. He placed the plates onto the table and then sat himself in his seat. We took turns putting butter and syrup onto our pancakes, while I planned my next little experiment.

“What are you planning on doing today, baby?” I began to cut my pancakes with my fork and made sure to dip them in a large pool of syrup for good measure, ready for my next test. I brought the fork to my lips, and sure enough, a string of syrup landed on my tits.

“Nothing really. I’ll probably go to Shane’s for a while.”

“Okay, well today’s laundry day. Make sure to put get your dirty clothes together for me.” As he Beylikdüzü escort said this, his eyes slid down to my titts. He couldn’t avoid them for long. He then zeroed in on the syrup, dripping down my pushed up titts.

“Um. Baby, you’ve got some syrup on your… uh…” He seemed reluctant to say “titts” or “breasts” or anything along those lines. I decided to play oblivious.

“Where, Daddy?” I asked, deciding to use that term of endearment again.

“On your, uh, chest.”

I looked down, feigning surprise when I saw the syrup. I scooped the syrup up with my finger, brought it to my mouth, and looked up into his eyes as I slowly sucked it off of my finger. He swallowed hard and looked away for a moment.

“Thank you, Daddy! I sure can make a mess sometimes.” I cheerfully exclaimed and continued eating my breakfast like nothing had happened.

Throughout our meal, I noticed him glance at my nipples often as we talked. He often had this hungry look in his eyes and a clenched jaw.

Seriously, how had I missed this? This wasn’t the first time I went downstairs without a bra, though I didn’t do it every day.

We finished our meal and both stood up to go to the sink and put our dishes in the dishwasher. Halfway there, I accidentally dropped my fork. I bent at the waist, right in front of him, effectively pushing my ass into his crotch. I was pleased to find that it was slightly hard. My pussy was throbbing at the feel of him; I popped back up and placed my dishes in the dishwasher and declared that I was going upstairs to my room.

Once in my room, I quickly shot a text to Shane. I was so horny, I needed for Shane to fuck me. I could have masturbated, but I wanted a cock inside of me. My phone quickly pinged, and Shane let me know that I could come over any time I wanted. I was so desperate, I decided to go there as soon as I put all my dirty laundry in the bin and speed to Shane’s. As I went around my room, picking up clothes, I came to my bathroom. On the floor, were the wet silky panties.

I suddenly remembered my friend telling me that her boyfriend liked to keep her wet panties after sex and get off with them when she was gone. A wicked idea came to mind as I thought about this. I picked up the panties, brought them to the basket, only to drop them a foot away from it. With the rest of my laundry in it, I practically ran out the door with a smirk on my face.

***TOM’S POV***

I heard the front door slam shut as I sat at the kitchen table with my head in my hands, plagued by thoughts of my daughter. I was ashamed to know that I thought of her sexually. During breakfast, when she sucked the syrup off of her breast, my cock instantly got half hard at the sight. It took all the effort I had to keep my eyes off of her titts, but of course I failed at that.

God, what is wrong with me?

I tried to distract myself from my shameful thoughts, deciding that doing some laundry would help. My wife hated laundry, so I assumed the task of doing laundry. I didn’t mind. I was home all day, anyway. It was better for me to do laundry as my wife took forever to do laundry. I always got it done before anyone got home that day, but my wife took damn near a week to get it done. It was practically laundry day when she finished the laundry from the week before, so she complained all the time that she could never get a break.

I walked up the stairs, going to Rachel’s room first. I picked up her laundry basket to start the mundane task that is laundry. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted something on the ground. Putting down the laundry basket, I picked up the garment on the floor. My eyes widened at the sight.

Panties. Silky. Blue. Wet. Panties.

I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but before I knew it, I was pulling them up to my face. All I knew was that I needed to smell them. I needed to know what her pussy smelled like. And God was it perfect. Her juice smelled like a woman should, though a little sweet. Maybe because she is so young? But fuck, I was instantly hard. I knew what I needed to do next. I needed to know if it tasted as good as it smelled.

I justified it, thinking “I’ve already come this far.”

I licked the cream from the crotch of her panties until there was no more- rubbing my cock through my sweatpants as I did it. When all her cream was gone, I felt a wave of disappointment and dissatisfaction. I needed more. I needed Escort Beylikdüzü more of her pussy cream, but mostly- I needed to cum. For a moment I considered going back to my room and jacking off, but I quickly dismissed this. I was left without any more pussy juice, I had the right to a dirty jack session in her room. Of course, I was going to do it using her wet panties.

I pulled up the chair at her desk and sat down. After pulling out my cock, I wrapped her panties around it. The silky material felt amazing as I rubbed it up and down my shaft. I felt like a teenage boy, because I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Knowing that the panties belonged to my daughter was the most thrilling and arousing thing I have ever felt in my life.

About five minutes later, I knew I had only moments to cum. For some reason, I wanted to cum on the crotch of her panties- replacing her cream with mine. I couldn’t last any longer with that thought, so I brought the crotch to the tip of my dick and let go. A huge stream of cum burst from my cock and felt as if the following spurts were going on forever.

As I came down from my high, I instantly felt guilty. Surprisingly, it wasn’t an overwhelming amount of guilt. My lust for Rachel overpowered the guilt easily. The only thing to do now was put my dick away and do the laundry, only- I didn’t want to wash away the huge wad of cum on her panties. I had to eventually, right? I was torn. I only had a few options. I could do her laundry like I normally do, leaving her to put her clothes away. I never really had a close up experience with them before, but now that I had, could I erase the proof away? No, I didn’t think so. I could leave her panties, pretending I had missed them. Only the wad of cum completely overpowered the small amount of cream that was there originally. She would notice. I could keep her panties and jack off with them later. That was really the best option. After all, how likely is it that she would notice one pair of panties were gone? She had a huge collection of clothes.

The choice was obvious. I would keep her panties.

I brought the panties downstairs and put them in the drawer of my desk. Nobody ever came into my office, and I jacked off down there most nights anyway. It was the perfect spot. I guess all that was left was to do the laundry and pretend nothing ever happened- until I used her panties to get off later tonight that is.

***RACHEL’S POV***

Shane rolled off of me with a sigh; both of us staring at the ceiling. We both felt guilty, for different reasons.

I felt guilty because I had been bored during the sex.

I had practically jumped on Shane the minute we came into his room. I needed a cock inside of me so badly- I couldn’t wait. I was soaked before I even got to his house, no foreplay needed. Shane was already hard by the time I pulled our clothes off. I think it was because he thought I was desperate for him. Seeing me all wound up excited him.

I had begun by riding him, but I was disappointed when he entered me. Shane had an average sized dick. It was nothing to brag about, but it wasn’t terrible either. However, when he was inside of me, I felt nothing but embarrassment for him. I couldn’t help but compare his penis to my dad’s dick. I had only seen my dad’s dick through his sweatpants, and I knew that Shane had nothing on him.

I tried, honestly. I tried my best to cum for him. I flipped us around so that he was on top of me. I know people complain about missionary, but I love it. He smiled at me, so I kissed him so I wouldn’t have to fake a smile back. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine my dad on top of me, fucking me. Only, I couldn’t. I couldn’t erase the feeling of Shane’s skinny body rubbing against me or his unsatisfying penis inside me. The sad truth was evident. Shane was a boy. He is twenty-three years old but still a boy. My father is a man. Thick. Hard. Husky. Shane was nothing in comparison.

Shane shuddered on top of me and stopped thrusting. I knew he was cumming into the condom, but I didn’t even pretend I was cumming with him. I just laid there. Quiet.

Shane felt guilty, because he didn’t make me cum. He didn’t know how many orgasms I had faked and thought this was the first time. Only it wasn’t. This was just the first time I blatantly showed how bored I was.

“Do you, uh, want me to go down on you?” He sounded unsure and was unable to face me.

“No.” It was absolute. There was no room for convincing. I didn’t want him near my pussy, and he could tell. I sighed, rolled out of bed and began getting dressed.

“You don’t want to watch our show?” The desperation in his voice was clear as day.

“I’m going home.”

5 weeks into the coronavirus lockdown, my resistance finally cracked. My roommate, John, and I were broke as hell and we had been fired from our workplace at the local mall. The landlord, who was a Mexican gangster, wanted rent paid on time or else we were in serious trouble. We had only a few days supply of food remaining. I was horny and I had not heard a girl over in months.

John, my roommate, had broken up with his girlfriend over a year ago. And now since we were both broke and about to be thrown on the street, he came up with an intriguing idea.

I arrived on this Tuesday evening at around 7pm riding my bicycle from the mall. I had got it two years ago when John and I were both in college. In the basket, I was carrying men’s cleaning products and a few brands of lubes.

I went up the staircases to our two bedroom apartment with a balcony view over looking a suburban area.

When I entered, John was seated in a couch wearing only his speedo shorts. He was what you would call handsome and athletic and didn’t mind flaunting himself in front of anybody. He had long black hair which he often tied in a pony tail to look like a dangerous martial artist from the 90s. His face was smooth and shaven in contrast to mine. His eyes were a deep blue. His body was perfectly proportioned and well built from a few years of gym work.

“Hey, Matt.” John said

“Hey bro.” I replied.

“You have everything?”

“Yeah I do.”

“You need to get rid of all that Latina hair allover your body. This lockdown is making you lazy.”

I laughed. “Only a little.”

A few minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom having reduced my pubic hair, cut out all my chest hair and trimmed my facial hair to acceptable society standards without taking it all off. It was like a Hispanic family tradition to not cut off all your hair.

“From a raging bear to barely a twink.” John said jokingly. “Or still just a bear.”

“I can’t get it all off. We both know that.” I said as I walked to the couch in my towel.

Infront of the couch was a table with a laptop and HD webcam mounted on it. I sighed heavily in anticipation. What we were about to do was harder than I thought.

“I’ve logged into the site.” John said. “We can go live now.”

“Okay let’s do it.”

“Are you 100% sure?”

“Yeah. We need the money. It’s just jerking off.” I said more confidently. John had come up with the idea of joining this gay site where we could jerk off next to each other and get paid for it.

I looked at the computer screen. Our channel was all set up. The video was scheduled to begin soon. Already, about 23 people were waiting for the livestream to begin.

“So many horny gay guys waiting to watch us” John said. “We could make a torn of money today. Pay off a few bills tomorrow.”

“Don’t you think we are about to become pornstars?” I said nervously.

“It’s only temporary and they can’t download any of the videos we put up. So we could just delete them after a while and no one will know.”

“You really believe that?” I was starting to realise maybe John didn’t have the grasp I thought he had of how the internet works.

“Besides we are only jerking off. No gay stuff.”

“Right,” I said “So let’s begin.”

He clicked at the computer and a few seconds later, we were live.

“Welcome to our channel, guys.” John spoke. “We are going to be recording daily videos where we jerk off next to each other. Hope you like it. We are open to any suggestions of how we can spice it up but no gay stuff. We are really straight and just doing this for the money.”

John pulled down his shorts and I was surprised to see he had a very hard 6-inch dick.

“What the hell!” I exclaimed.

“What?”

“When did you get hard?”

“Right now. My dick gets hard when it knows I’m about to beat it.”

“Okay.” I said reluctantly. Then I stood and pulled off my tower. My shower shrinked dick, just slightly smaller than John’s, was dangling with no sign of hardening.

We both got back in the couch next to each other but without any contact between our bodies. Not even our wide spread legs touching.

I grabbed the lube off the table and poured some on my hand. I was left handed so I sat on the left side. We started jerking our dicks almost right away.

My dick took a while to come to full hardness. John was jerking off furiously and breathing heavily. I looked over at him. His dick was rockhard and upright. One hand on his dick and another touching his balls. We both looked at each other. Suddenly I felt my dick getting harder. I jerked off faster.

John seemed to be on the verge.

“Fuck yeah!” John yelled. His dick glistening wet with lube. His face painted with sweaty ecstacy.

He shouted a deep guttural moan as he shot several spurts of cum across the table and even on the laptop and Webcam.

Immediately, I also shot a powerful load onto the table and couch. I jerked and convulsed and moaned as the cum escaped from my dick.

A moment later, we were both calm and Beylikdüzü escort laughing. John looked over at the computer.

“You won’t believe this but we had almost a thousand viewers on our first stream.” he chuckled “That’s money, baby.”

“Great,” I said loudly. “But we just made a 10 minute video. Isn’t that short?”

“It doesn’t matter.” John said and turned to the webcam “Thanks for watching guys. Any suggestions in the comments and see you tomorrow. Same time. Stay balls empty and stay at home. Peace. Out.”

He clicked something and the stream went offline.

“How much do you think we will get for this?” I asked.

“Maybe between 10 to 50 dollars a week from these views.”

“That’s too low.”

“We can increase the numbers by doing more adventurous things. Then we can attract more people and then get advertisers’s attention. From there, we could be looking at something like 1500 a week or roughly 200 a day.”

“What can we do?”

“Well there’s a section for dares on the site. The viewers are allowed to dare the content producers into doing certain sexual acts. If we poke around it, by the end of today, someone will post a dare for us.”

“Then how will that help us?”

“If you decide to do a dare, it raises your online cred and increases your audience. What do you think?”

“We should do it.”

“Great.” He stood and rushed to the shower.

A few hours later, we sat watching a TV show. It was coming to midnight. John had been perusing the dares to see if we had been tagged recently.

“I don’t think we shall get tagged in a dare today.” he said “Let’s wait tomorrow.”

Indeed, the very next day, John told me we had a dare. It was brunchtime and we were eating what was essentially our last box of cornflakes.

“You’re not gonna believe this, Matt.” He begun “They want you to record me cutting off your pubic hair. Can you believe that shit?”

“Oh” I laughed “Why not?”

“It’s just I thought they would give you that sort of dare.”

“Well, looks like we don’t have a dare then.”

“I can do it. It’s no big deal.”

“Wait…I thought you just said you can’t do it.”

“No I didn’t say that.”

“Well, it’s kinda gay and we said no gay stuff.”

“Yes we did. But this is not. It’s just cutting hair. Like the way a barber might trim your hair.”

“No I’m not doing it.” I said

“It’s just a small thing. You’re overthinking it. I promise I’ll be quick. Besides, I scheduled the dare this evening at 7pm and already almost a thousand fetish freaks want to see it.”

“What?”

“We are going to make money, bro.” He smiled.

“Alright.” I accepted the dare.

Later that evening, I was seated on a small stool butt naked. John walked in holding the webcam also completely nude. His hairless cock already semi erect.

“We are live,” he said “Matt is about to get a manscaping of a lifetime.”

“I hope it’s worth it, guys” I said. Our videos were too amateur.

John walked over and knelt between my legs. He brought the camera closer to my dick as if inspecting it and then moved it under to get a shot of the balls.

“Can we just get started?”

“Wait a second,” he said looking surprised. “We just hit a thousand viewers.”

I sighed feeling uncomfortable. “That’s more than I thought.”

“Here, hold the camera,” John handed me the camera “Make it face down at your crouch and make sure I’m in full view. It’s my time to shine, baby.”

He grabbed a razor and cream and started going at it. He held my dick in one hand, poured the shaving cream and quietly trimmed the hair on the sides and above it.

Suddenly, my dick started hardening in my best friend’s hands. It was embarrassing. I regretted why I had allowed him to talk me into doing this in the first place.

He continued the trimming and in the process, he would lightly stroke my dick unintentionally and, again unintentionally, my dick got harder.

Soon, he moved to my balls and added more cream. He put the razor down and used his hands to spread it allover my balls. I gasped with pleasure. His other hand was holding my dick up straight.

“Looks like you’re enjoying it.” John said, smiling, looking up at me.

“It’s just a reflex action.” I defended myself. “A dick gets hard when it gets touched.”

“I understand.” He said.

He started moving the razor on my balls, taking off all the hair. My dick twitched between his fingers at the subtle jerking motion. The burning cream acting as lube. John laughing at the sudden erect penis.

“The viewers must be loving this,” he said. The pov camera angle made him look smaller than he was. But wait-

What the hell! His dick was super hard. Just like mine. Was it because of what we were doing or was he always hard?

Within no time, John was done with the shaving. He got a warm wet towel and passed it allover my balls. I let out another moan. This was going to be harder than I thought.

He cleaned off all the cream, then the towel moved to my dick. He used Beylikdüzü escort it to clean all the cream off, moving up and down on it a few times.

“Fuck!” I moaned.

I looked down. John was jerking his dick off while his other hand was now clearly jerking me off with the towel.

All sense of resistance somehow disappeared. I just let all the desire take over. I let John put his bare hand on my dick and massage it. I was breathing heavily. I was panting like an animal. I was sweating. I was in sexual overdrive. I was hard as a rock.

John spit on my dick and continued jerking it. I realised I was having a hard time holding the camera in the right position. I moved the camera to get a view of John’s dick.

“Have you ever been this turned on?” He asked.

I moved the camera back up to capture his face. “Never,” I said.

He increased his jerking speed and suddenly I was close.

“I’m gonna cum.” I let out a sharp cry. I had never heard myself sound so submissive.

He positioned himself on top of my dick. The first shots of cum went direct on his face and right on his tongue. I yelled out loudly and succumbed to the moment. At some stage, he pulled the camera from my hand and quickly stood up.

Just as I oriented myself, I realised John’s dick was in my face. The camera in his left hand. I had to let him cum on me since he had let me cum on him. It was only fair. I closed my eyes as he shot several spurts of cum onto my face and chest.

“Yaaaaaa!” He screamed “Fuck! Oh shit! Fuck, my cum is allover you. Aaah. Aaah. That’s so good, Matt.”

After he had unloaded his cum on me, he passed his dick on my lips and cheeks. Camera still recording. Then he hit my cheeks with it and he took a step back. Still breathing like he had run a marathon.

“That’s the most intense cumshot I’ve ever had.” John said.

He walked out the room as I cleaned up. What an intense experience, I thought.

A short while later, I walked into the living room. John was huddled over the laptop.

He looked up and smiled. “We peaked at 5500 viewers today. We are gonna make a lot of money.” He sounded very excited.

“Look, man,” I said and then realized I was about to spoil his excitement. “This is going great and all but I don’t want to be a famous gay pornstar. My parents will die if I come out as gay or they know I’m a pornstar. You know how religious they are.”

“Wowowo, calm down. You’re overthinking again. No one is becoming a pornstar. It’s just a temporary thing. Besides, we are not really gay, okay?”

I suddenly realized I had all these deeply buried insecurities bubbling to the surface. “I’m sorry I shouted at you, man. I’m just getting self-conscious.”

“It’s okay, I understand. Do you have a problem with what we just did?”

“It’s gay. And I wouldn’t want it to happen again.”

“It was merely just a handjob. It’s nothing to worry about.”

“Not for you clearly,” I went off to my bedroom.

The next morning, I woke up feeling energetic and cheery. I went on a bike ride and did some stretching exercises in our living room. John sat watching me as he ate his breakfast.

“Do you know how much we have made from the site so far?” He said

“I don’t know. 100 dollars?”

He chuckled. “300.”

I turned around in my tight exercise shorts. “No way. Are you for real?”

“Yeah I’m for real.” He nodded while smiling. “We are doing great. Almost at 10000 views in 3 days. I’m thinking we can pay off the landlord in a few days.”

“I guess we are on a hot streak. Let’s keep it going.”

“I agree. And that’s why I think the next dare could be the reason we go mainstream on the site. Meaning we could be looking at something like 3000 a week if we are consistent. Also that means we could start doing ads very soon. More money for us.”

“Great,” I said sensing a draw back. “So what’s this dare you’re talking about?”

“Well it’s just something that could help us if you agree to it.”

“Just tell me what it is.”

“We have to do a video of you,” he paused and cleared his throat “A video of you jerking my dick…”

I was shocked. “Are you serious right now?”

“I mean we said no gay stuff but just think about it. The money is more than we were making at the mall every month. We make that money in a day here. Just think about it.”

“By doing that, we are basically confirming we are gay. My family will kill me.”

“No, it’s not like that. We are gay for pay. I read something on the internet yesterday. If you have sex with another man, it doesn’t mean you’re gay. You have to be able to have feelings for him first.”

This whole porn site business was getting out of hands. We were going to get in trouble. If we got famous, we could end up being the gossip topic of friends and family for months.

“You know what?” John spoke loudly. “We don’t have a damn choice. While you were out, the landlord was here. He’s giving us a few more days to get the money or get out.”

“I could call my dad for a loan.”

“C’mon, Escort Beylikdüzü we gotta hustle for the money ourselves. We can’t keep relying on our parents. We left college and that was supposed to be the end of that.”

“Okay. Okay. I’ll do it.” Again, I found myself caving into pressure.

Later that evening, we ordered pizza and ate and drank while we waited for the clock to reach 7pm.

I was a bit nervous when the camera went live. I convinced myself I had to return the favour since John had jerked me off the previous day. We quickly got naked and sat in the coach. We were both hard.

John spoke into the camera like a seasoned pro. He held it before his face. It was supposed to be a pov shoot. They seemed to be popular these days.

Thanks to the coronavirus and fast internet connections, we had a live audience of 5000 viewers at 7.03pm and counting. I estimated we would be at 8000 towards the end. Maybe more.

“…and now, Matt will go between my legs and jerk me off.” John said turning the camera to my hard dick and then to my face.

I got to my knees and crawled to the area between his legs. My dick got more stiff. John’s dick was pointing upwards. I touched it and he shivered.

I started jerking it while my other hand massaged his balls. Suddenly, I felt a strange erotic attraction to his dick.

The camera focused on me. John spoke. “Would you put some lube?”

I looked around the living room. “There’s no lube around here.”

“Just use your spit.” He said. I looked at him in the eye feeling strangely uncomfortable.

“I mean like this.” John said. He spit in his hand and quickly lowered his hand to my dick and jerked it. I moaned loudly out of surprise. He jerked it a little while longer. Then he looked me in the eye and said, “You understand?”

“Yes I understand.” I said while my dick throbbed and oozed precum as if demanding John’s hand to touch it again.

I spit on John’s dick and smeared the spit allover. I jerked it again, then spit on the head again and jerked his dick. I moved one hand to his balls and played with them. His dick suddenly struck me as beautiful and sexual in a way I had never visualised it.

I kept jerking quicker, feeling the pull of desire his dick had on me. I spit on his dick, my mouth just inches from the head of his cut dick. Feeling my inhibitions lowered, I decided to throw caution to the wind, to dare to go where none of us had gone before, to make a move which surprised me too.

I moved my drooling mouth to his dickhead and guided it into my throat. I choked on it and pulled away leaving the head in my mouth. John moaned out deeply in a way I had never heard him before. His mouth hang in a wide circle, his eyes closed, his desire evident for the world to see.

I started slowly going down on him, taking his dick, inch by inch, in to-and-fro motions. I sucked and devoured his dick letting go of all inhibitions, succumbing to the dick in an intimate sexual way.

John struggled to keep the camera facing my face and his dick. I stopped momentarily and turned to look at the computer screen, my left hand still jerking him off.

“9500 viewers.” I said, realising my chin was covered in spit.

“Fuck me. We have a big audience today.” John said. Every word out of John sounded like a struggle.

“We are doing great.”

“Considering we are two straight guys. Doing this for the first time.”

“Are we any good?”

“Well you’re a damn fine cocksucker for one.” John said hilariously.

That was my cue. I went back to his dick and continued deepthroating it. Within a few minutes, I was reaching the base of his dick.

“Fuck yess!” He yelled “I’m close.”

I moved one hand to jerk off my dick as I used the other to finish him off. He shook and spasmed as spurts of cum erupted from his dick and went down my throat. The cum was too much and it ended up flowing down my chin. He shot for several seconds. We were both in a heightened sense of arousal.

“Oh fuck!” he moaned. “That’s the best and hottest blowjob I’ve ever had.” Then he leaned down into the view of the camera and kissed me on the lips, testing his own cum. We kissed for what felt like an eternity but was just a few seconds. Then we gazed into each other’s eyes. He switched off the camera.

John put his hand on my cheek and said, “We are gonna make money. Plus we have enough to pay the landlord by tomorrow.”

“Right,” I said. “That’s the hottest thing I have ever done.”

“Me too,” he said sounding a bit distant. “We should probably go to bed”

“Why? It’s so early.”

“I need to do the same to you.” he smiled wickedly. “With no cameras.”

We went to my bedroom and got on the bed. He sucked my dick until I came in his mouth. Later in the night, we did a side by side 69 and we came on each other’s faces.

The next few days completely changed how we looked at one another. We were nolonger just friends but sexual partners getting off on each other. We did several live recordings of blowjobs in different positions. It was mindblowing sex.

About two weeks since we started our online gay channel, we decided to start doing ads for an anal sex toy company. They offered us a variety of sextoys from dildos to butt plugs to beads. We were to use them in our videos.

It was around 8:30 and we were just sitting around watching the TV, Me in my recliner my daughter stretched out lying on her stomach on the floor. She had on a long tee shirt, which I noticed went almost up to her upturned butt. My daughter is 18; she has auburn hair and just the right amount of overweight. Large breast 48DD, (I seen one of her lacy bras in the bathroom and it said 48 D and she was complaining she needed bigger ones. And yes I watched for the new ones to find out they were 48 DD’s. Back to the story. That night I notice my baby girl was not a baby any more. She start to get up and raised up onto her knees and her shirt rose up her butt and stay there as she lean down to kiss me good night her Large Breast were spilling out of the top of her v neck shirt. As she kissed me I turned and our lips met and stayed for an instant to long she back up a minute and kissed me again and said goodnight. As she left I was horrified to see my hard cock sticking out of my pajamas, she must have seen it.

About Beylikdüzü escort and hour later I decided to turning, maybe I could get her body off my mine. Her mother had been gone for six years and I just realized I had not been with a woman in 2 years. Walking down the hall I noticed her door was ajar, and I decided to check and make sure she was cover up, as it had a little nip in the air. Her bedroom bedside lamp was on, she was laying on her right side and her naked ass was sticking out in full view. After the initial shock I knew I had to see it up close. I tiptoed up over to the bed to stare at that pretty tail. As I reached out to touch it she rolled over and spread her legs like a butterfly fixing to fly, your aroma fills my nostrils and I swear I see her pussy sweating, proudly on display before me. I know I should leave but my feet want move. I reach out with a finger and rub it between those big lips and bring it back to my mouth and taste her, then I ran out of the room and masturbated with that sent Beylikdüzü escort on my mind.

The next morning I came in the kitchen and she is bent over getting a pan out of the cabinet, That fine tail and just a hint of those lips that I got a finger in the night before stare at me. She turned her head smiled and looking up at me and said ” Hi Daddy”, as she raised up her big titties stuck out like hug melons, big dark nipples, her shirt stuck up on her upturned butt, I hot had as a rock. She walked up to me and gave me a long kiss on my lips and smiled as she rubs against my hard cock. She pushed me down in my chair, turned and went to get my coffees, that find tail in full view. She came back, put the coffee on the table and raised her shirt to her belly button, her beautiful pussy smiling at me and set on my lap. She stuck her tongue in my mouth, pressed her hard nipples into my chest and whispered in my ear” I was awake last night when you came in my room. Did you like touching your little girls pussy? Did Escort Beylikdüzü I taste good? I watched you beat off afterwards and saw Daddy’s fine cock.”

She wrapped her little fingers around my cock and started pumping it. She got up and pulled her shirt over her head and those fabulous titties jump out in front of my face, “Do you like your Baby Girl’s titties, Daddy?” she said as she knelt in front of me. She leaned over with a smile and said “I have to taste Daddy’s big dick”. I have had a many blowjob in my life, but never the feeling of watching my baby suck my dick. When she smiled up at me with my dick in her mouth as I said I am cumming and swallowed it all the way down to my balls, her nose in the hair and my and behind her head as I shoot down her ” Take Daddy’s cum baby, swallow it all, Baby Girl”. She pulls off and left her mouth open, tongue out and I spurted all over her lips and tongue. As her tongue licks the cum off she smiles up at me and says ” Thank you for such a good breakfast”, she stands up and rubs those big titties on my chest and I kiss one of those miniature marshmallows size nipples. She turns and walks toward the door and says, “It is a Good Morning Daddy”.

Let me know if Daddy’s Girl Two should come soon!!