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By the look on her face, I knew what she was thinking. By the look in her eyes, I knew exactly what she was thinking. I was doing some remodeling in my home and my best friend, Kimmie, had come over to help me. The project of hanging a new track lighting system in my bedroom called for both Kimmie and I reaching over our heads while standing on ladders! All was going smoothly when I lost grip of the light track. Dodging the track set off the domino effect! I lost my balance and begin to fall backward. Kimmie, in her attempt to save me, grabbed my hand. But my momentum was too much! We fell off the ladders, landing safely on my bed!

When we landed, I was on my back. Kimmie landed to my left on her right side. Her right arm lay above my head. And her left arm was lying across my stomach! We laughed at our clumsiness as we lay there. Playfully blaming the other for what had happened. Then Kimmie reached up and tenderly caressed my cheek with her hand. I looked at her. Her face got closer to mine. I wanted to stop her. But I didn’t! She did! Kimmie asked me Starzbet if I was all right. I answered that I was. She moved her left hand to my breast then asked that question again. Moving my face closer to hers was my answer! Our kisses started slowly. Soft, short lip connections at first! Then deep, passionate kisses within seconds! Kimmies’ mouth was hot! Her tongue explored my mouth with urgency. Her hand moved up inside my top and gently massaged my breasts. I lay there not knowing what to do. I had never been with another woman. I had never thought of Kimmie, or any other woman, sexually! I knew what to do with a man! Which is give immediate attention to his cock! But Kimmie doesn’t have one! I broke our kiss and asked her would I need to do. Kimmie told me to just lay back and enjoy the moment! With that, Kimmie got up and relieved me of my top and shorts!

I lay there naked as Kimmie removed her clothes. She then crawled over me and kissed my breasts. I closed my eyes as her mouth traveled the length of my mid-drift. My nervousness changed to Starzbet Giriş anticipation as her lips reached my bush. I found myself spreading my legs to give her unrestricted contact my all! Kimmie softly kissed and licked her way around my heat. Building my expectations by paying more attention to my inner thighs! Goose Bumps covered my body as the sensation of Kimmie lips and hands caressing my thighs shot through my soul. I lifted my hips to try and get her mouth closer to my now excited ‘Kitty’. But Kimmie would not take the hint! She was reveling in driving me crazy. And, her oral teasing had brought me to the brink of madness! When Kimmie asked me if I were ready, I found myself begging her to continue. With my answer, Kimmie put her mouth to my ‘kitty’!

The feeling of her mouth and tongue sent me reeling! I pushed my ‘kitty’ unto her face. As rush of pleasure travel my body with intense force. Making me move and moan uncontrollably! I spread legs wide and rolled my hips upward to give Kimmies’ mouth all the room it needed to drive Starzbet Güncel Giriş me absolutely bonkers! And it did! I called her name over and over again as I felt the impending result of her oral exploration bubbled inside of me. Kimmie grabbed me by my thighs and pressed her face against me. I grabbed her hands as I came ferociously! My mind left me as my body experienced a long, hard orgasm. When I regained my senses, Kimmie was still licking me. I was soon in the middle of another overwhelming orgasm! Time and time again Kimmie brought me to complete sexual paradise! By the time she was done, I had passed out!

When I awoke, Kimmie was lying next to me stroking my hair. I looked at her both strangely and lovingly. I didn’t know what I was feeling for her, but I knew I enjoyed what we had shared. We got dressed and finally completed our project. When Kimmie left, we kissed passionately. When my husband came home, he complimented me on my project, and noticed that I had a glow about me. I told him that I was just happy of with accomplishment. Then I attacked him! That was some of the best sex we have had in a very long time! But that’s another story! That night, as my husband slept, I reminisced of my experience with Kimmie. Then began to smile as I looked around for more projects that she could help me with!

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I had been divorced for a little while now and was still cleaning out my house. Trying to get rid of everything that reminded me of my now x-wife. I had been selling things on Ebay and Craigslist. If I could not sell it then I would put it on Craigslist under the free section. The free section is what ended up making this story.

The first thing I ended up giving away free was a small end table. This lady that worked close to my house came to get it. She was a nice lady probably about ten or fifteen years older than me. She weighed around 300 pounds and was missing a couple of teeth. I thought nothing of her looks. She was nice and we had a nice conversation. She was recently divorced and moved into a trailer and was trying to fill it up. As she left she told me to let her know if I had anything else to give away. I told her that I would.

Over the next couple of weeks she ended up coming back two more times to get something that I was giving away. I have always been good and enjoyed making women Bycasino smile or laugh when they have had a rough go of it. So I would always do whatever I could to make this lady smile or laugh. I guess it sometimes lead to flirting. The flirting was definitely innocent on my part. She always responded positively and always left smiling or laughing.

I had made good money on Ebay and Craigslist and had only one more thing to get rid of. I had no luck on selling it so I listed it for free. Within a short time the same lady responded wanting it. She asked if it would be ok to pick it up the next day around lunch. I told her that would be fine to just let me know before she came so I would be dressed and not just in my boxers. She responded with a LOL and said it would not bother her if I was just in my boxers.

The next day was laundry day. I had on an old shirt, a pair of jeans that were to big and would not hardly stay up. I also had on a pair of boxers that I rarely ever wore. They were to Bycasino giriş small and uncomfortable but did make my bulge look good. I was cleaning and was in a fiesty mood. I was having all kinds of naughty thoughts in my head after reading Literotica earlier. I was semi-hard from my thoughts when the doorbell rang. I had totally forgot about the lady coming. I opened the door and she came in and sat on the love seat and begin to check out the item I was letting her have.

As we talked I caught her looking at my waist area. My jeans had slid down and allowed a lot of my boxers to appear. I pulled them up and explained that I was doing laundry. She laughed and said it was ok. She was still looking at my crotch area. My already stiffening cock was now getting harder and stretching my boxers. Then it happened. I reached to show her something about the item I was giving her. I forgot about my jeans and I let go as I leaned in a little. When I did that my jeans fell all the way down. My boxers Bycasino güncel giriş that were stretched to their limit was now inches from her face. She laughed and looked at me in the eye. She then reached out and grabbed the waistband of my boxers. She pulled them down to my ankles. My fully erect cock smacked her nose when it was released from the boxers. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and begin to gently stroke it. She grabbed my balls with her other hand and begin to massage them. She bent down and begin to lick the head of my cock. She wrapped her lips around my cock and begin to suck it like an expert. I could not believe what was happening but it felt great. It did not take long and she removed her mouth and used her hand to jerk me. I tensed up and shot a massive load of cum. It hit her nose and her cheek. The rest of it went into her mouth and she swallowed it. I fell down to the love seat. She stood up and grabbed a towel on the couch that I had been folding. She wiped her face and got her item that she came to get. She bent down and licked my cock and kissed it. She told me thanks for all the free things I had given her and left. I sat there trying to take in what had happened. I don’t know how it happened but I sure did need it and sure did enjoy it.

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I’m a first year Medical student who to say the least has an attention span of a goldfish, I often sit in my lectures or labs dreaming and fantasizing about my lecturer. She’s, to my estimation is about thirty years of age but no normal thirty-year-old. She’s about 5,9″; the longest sexiest legs that are always topped off with luscious stockings that she repeatedly flashes just to check were all still awake. Her breasts are massive, topped off with the roundest, firmest buttocks a man could wish for in a women, also her long flowing locks of golden natural blonde hair which curl round a face that makes me melt on the floor every time she looks at me.

This one particular morning after the night before, I was in her lab class, which, I never missed even with the worst hangover because she was the basis of its appeal. She was looking radiantly fresh that morning like a lady who God had just put on this earth to make every man jealous that they couldn’t have her or so I thought. She was wearing an outfit that looked as though she’d been poured into it.

Sitting there in my seat trying not to be sick as she reamed off facts about a person’s anatomy. She went to stand up to go to the blackboard and as she did I caught a glimpse off her silk panties as she opened those long legs. With the event that I had just witnessed I let out a smile that could only have been described as that of a Cheshire cat, just as I did she made eye contact with me and could see only too plainly that I was pitching trouser tents in my combats. She seemed at first a little embarrassed but let out a smile to me that suggested completely the opposite and then got back on with her teachings about the anatomy.

After the lab had ended we were asked to sign the register for the class. Bycasino I deliberately waited to be the last to sign it, so that I would then be able to go up to her desk and give the register back. I and a lot of my friends think I act like I’m jack the lad, so when I was walking up towards her desk I put on the best strut not knowing exactly what I was going to achieve by this but thought it might make me look cool in her eyes.

Setting it on her desk I looked at her and she said “you looked very interested in today’s lab sarcastically and laughed if only my lesson was on biology it might have had more appeal to you” I just looked back trying to work out what she had meant and then the penny dropped. She stood up and walked over to the door shutting it and then proceeded to lock it in the process.

She then walked over towards me and with one swift movement at which I was completely at her mercy she kissed me fully on lips, a kiss that was filled with desire and such passion. Pulling away from me to see what my reaction was, one look at me and she new I was completely under her love spell that mesmerized me with wild abandon. Slowly like a surgeon operating on a patient she slipped off her shirt which would reveal a sight that could only be described as legendary. Her breasts even larger and more perk than I could have originally anticipated. Her erect nipples were in direct competition with the bulge that had appeared in my combats. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the ground without any hesitation revealing a full set of matching lingerie that nearly made my pulsating member explode in my pants.

She then beckoned me to sit down on her seat, as I did so she leant over and started to straddle me. Then with ease unzipped Bycasino giriş the fly of my combats to release what was now a bulge that at any moment could have punctured a gapping whole in my combats. Like a bird sweeping in on its prey she started giving me head that could be summed up as heavenly. Stopping every now and then to glance at the expression on my face. I reached over her shoulder and tried unclipped the clasps that were holding in those perfectly formed breasts.

After a while of embarrassingly fumbling around the clasps freed themselves and released breasts that dreams are made from. As her breasts fell out of the bra cups her erect nipples brushed my thighs, that sent shivers of excitement up my spine and immediately delivered wad after wad of ropy jisim into her mouth. She mopped up every drop off cum of my shaft being careful that she hadn’t missed a drop. Then she slowly pleasurably wanked me straight back to stiffness again.

Standing up and like a scene out of the hit film American Pie she teasing slipped off those silky thoroughly wet panties off. My eyes could have popped out of their sockets as I say how beautifully made up her snatch was. With just a slight tuff of hair shaped like a triangle just above her creamy slit it was too perfect for belief. I could feel how erect her clitoris was as I slipped my fingers in and out of her soaked honeypot. As I continued my nubbin rubbin to moans and grunts of pleasure I could tell she wanted to feel me deep inside her.

But I wasn’t giving into her that easily and just as she had previously teased me I would now get my own back. Getting off the chair and kneeling in front of her I ushered one of her sexy legs up onto the chair that I had previously been sitting in. Bycasino güncel giriş I started to tongue her gentle at first but slowly but surely worked into a rhythm until I was tongue fucking her. She tasted so! Good as I worked my tongue in and out of her slit making sure that with each stroke my nose rubbed her love bud. She came flooding my face and tongue with love juice as with her I lapped it up as though I’d been in the desert for weeks and was only getting my first drink again. Her orgasm was earth shuddering sending waves of pleasure through her entire body from head to toe for what seemed like hours.

I got up from my kneeling position just in time watch what I could only describe ninth wonder of the world bend over her desk and beckon me to insert what was still my very hard love tool into her from behind. Her pussy was so wet still, that I slipped into her like a warm knife through butter. She said to me “I want it really hard” that suited me cause I was always a great fan of rampant animal sex.

This was even more intense than I could have imagined. Her moans of pleasure were drowned out by my grunts as I thrust in and out like a wild bull. She bucked backwards just as hard as I was screwing forwards, the momentum was nearly too much for me as I struggled at points to keep on gravity’s good side. With one last jolting thrust like my life depended on it, I felt her pussy tighten it’s strangle hold it had around my shaft. We both came together with such a noise that our hard pounding session could have been mistaken for a space shuttle launch. Finally slipping out of her saturated pussy my once fully erect monster dwindled away to the only size that could have been called normality after a marathon session like that.

I got dressed and walked out of the lab after two hours of that extremely rewarding extra curricular activity. Embarrassed we both were when I reappeared for her class later on in the week both it didn’t stop us smiling as we remembered fondly the memories of that day’s wild passion.

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The scope of this story is too wide for this to be submitted in one piece and placed in any one category.

What I plan to do is offer “Mary’s Evolution” in a series of stories that stand alone, with the content of the story reflected in the category it is submitted in.

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Chapter One: Sometimes he gives me the creeps.

“Who gives you the creeps?” Mary asked, as she watched her friend close the bedroom door behind them.

“My dad,” Brianna replied, peeling off her clothes as they got ready for bed.

The bedroom had been shared by Brianna and her sister, but after Bryce had gone off to college, the furnishings had remained the same. A wise choice, because since Mary spent so many nights over, it was almost like she lived there.

Brianna and Mary were an unlikely pair, being the exact opposites in almost every way. Brianna was blonde, lean and lanky, while Mary’s hair was dark brown and her body short and Rubenesque. Brianna was outgoing and bubbly, while Mary was usually quiet and almost sullen. In school, Brianna lived up to the blonde stereotype, while Mary routinely made the Honor Roll.

“Why would he give you the creeps?” Mary asked. “He seems nice enough.”

“Haven’t you noticed the way he stares at your chest?” Brianna asked.

“You’re crazy,” Mary answered, watching the her impossibly beautiful friend peel off her clothes right in front of her, like always.

Of course, when you had a body like Brianna, it must be fun to show it off. So flawless and perfect, and so much the opposite of her own dumpy body that Mary could never feel jealousy toward her. Brianna wasn’t just way better looking than herself, she was better looking than just about everybody.

“Course, if I had titties like yours he might look at me that way too, and that would be so icky!” Brianna giggled, squeezing her perky pointed breasts before pulling her nightie up over her head and diving under the covers of her bed.

“Night!” Brianna chirped before clicking off the light and pulling the bed sheet up over her head.

“Night,” Mary replied, and only then in the safety of darkness would she undress herself.

Even the moonlight streaming in through the windows was a bit much for Mary, although it allowed her to see Brianna’s blonde curls falling over the sheet clearly, and during the night if the sheet came down…

Mary shivered as she thought these things, because she wasn’t a lesbian, or at least she didn’t think that she was. When it came to Brianna, well, who knows? That one night that they had climbed into the same twin bed, giggling after they had drunk some of Brianna’s father’s scotch, was one she would never forget.

They had giggled and wrestled around a little, and Mary remembered that moment when she felt Brianna’s hands on her breasts, and how she did the same to her. Then their thighs found their way between each other’s legs, and they humped into each other, cumming at almost the same time.

Not a word was ever spoken about that night, and it never repeated itself, although Mary really wanted that to happen again. To be able to hold that petite little body close, and explore it once again – but it was apparently just a one time thing.

And who could blame Brianna for that, Mary wondered as she unhooked her bra and eased it off her shoulders. If Brianna was going to go lez, she could sure find somebody way hotter than her. There wasn’t much call for short, dumpy girls with unattractive faces.

Heck, if it wasn’t for Brianna, Mary figured she wouldn’t have been with any guys ever. Usually the guys that would be hitting on Brianna would have a friend, and they would get stuck with her. The guys were never all that great either, but at least it was something.

A little necking, a little petting, and the guy would get a hand job if he was a decent enough person. Oh, there was the few times Mary gave head, but that was it. They never wanted to take Mary out where they could be seen by others. In the back seat or in the woods? That was different. The guys would paw at her breasts and try to get in her pants like wild men, and afterward they would make fun of her.

What Brianna had said – about her father staring at her chest. Could it be? Mary had suspected it once or twice, but thought it was a case of her active imagination running wild, merely the product of her fantasy world, but now that Brianna had mentioned it, perhaps it was true.

The “accidental” brushing against her that he had done from time to time, and the other times she had figured Mr. Mullin had been just daydreaming when she would see his eyes on her chest. Were they accidents? Had he been daydreaming?

Baloney, Mary finally muttered. A good looking man who was married to a woman like Mrs. Mullin, still looking like a model in her forties, with a body just as lithe and catlike as her daughter? Why would he give a second thought to somebody like her? Especially when she usually wore frumpy clothes to try and mask her doughy body.

Not even five foot tall, and weighing – well, too Bycasino much for her height, Mary knew she was no model. Built like a fireplug, with a face that had a better chance of stopping a clocks than a heart. All boobs and butt, and while she wasn’t morbidly obese and was rather solidly built, she could stand to lose 30 pounds or so.

Still wouldn’t help much, Mary thought while she pulled the over-sized T-shirt up over her head and down over her plump frame. There would still be the nose, and those faint downy sideburns that swirled around her ears to contend with, along with the glasses and the thick eyebrows, not to mention all of that hair everywhere, especially between her legs.

Go to sleep, Mary told herself, and she did eventually, gazing over at Brianna before drifting off to dreamland.

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Chapter Two: Sweet dreams.

Mary squirmed, her body twisting a little as she let out a faint groan, in the midst of a very sweet dream. She felt her nipples swell as her breasts were massaged roughly, and the hand sliding down over her belly toward the elastic of her panties felt so real that Mary woke up with a start.

“Ssh!” said the voice from the side of the bed, and the hand that had been massaging her breasts through the t-shirt gently nudged her back down on the bed.

It wasn’t a dream. It was real, and just before Mary was going to call out “Bree?” she looked over at the bed near the window and saw the blonde curls peeking out from the top of the sheet.

It was her father. Mary could smell the cologne he wore, and now his hand was going under the elastic of her panties. He let out a soft “Ooh!” when her fingers slid right into the dense jungle of hair that began right there.

Mr. Mullin raked his fingers through Mary’s thick delta while his other hand worked Mary’s t-shirt up as best he could. Still in shock, Mary made no attempt to stop him and may even have helped him as he pulled it up over her breasts and up to her neck.

Now his finger was inside of Mary, working her clit vigorously while bending over to suck on the fat bullet-like nipple which was throbbing in his mouth. Mary started to cum, and brought her hand up to her mouth and bit down on the heel of it while her body shivered and spasmed, shaking the bed with the violent movements until she finally went limp.

Mary felt the wet hand slip out of her panties, and now her shirt was going higher, Mr. Mullins pulling it up over her head while pinning her left arm up near the headboard. He was sucking furious on her nipple while he held her shoulder down with his hand under her arm.

Mary shivered as she felt Mr. Mullin’s fingers stroking the thick dense stubble that coated her armpit, and her initial embarrassment of not having shaved in a couple of days was replaced by confusion when his mouth let go of her nipple for a minute.

Mary shivered when she felt his tongue slide all over her already moist underarm for a time before returning to her breast. She could hear a slapping sound, a sound that stopped when Mr. Mullin’s soft grunts became a prolonged exhale, followed by him getting up from the side of the bed and leaving the room as silently as he apparently had entered it.

Mary looked back over at Brianna, who had slept right through it all, and after pulling her shirt back down, Mary stared up at the ceiling for a long time until sleep came.

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Chapter Three: The morning after.

“Good morning everyone!” Mr. Mullin said as he entered the kitchen, wrapping his arm around his wife’s hip and giving her a kiss before going over to Brianna and kissing her on the top of the head.

“Grr,” Brianna said, still in her grouchy mode as she pawed at her cereal.

“Morning Mary,” he said with a smile, and Mary smiled back and nodded, clutching her bathrobe around her neck as she did.

Breakfast at the Mullin house wasn’t like it was at Mary’s, which was why she loved being there. Everybody talked to each other and there were kisses and hugs, unlike the sullen atmosphere that prevailed around Mary’s house.

It was different now though, Mary thought as she watched Mr. Mullin move around the room. Dressed for work in a brown suit, it was hard for Mary to grasp the fact that this dignified business man had actually done what he did last night.

About six foot tall and still in decent shape for a guy pushing fifty, he resembled David Letterman in a way. Could this really have been the same man that knelt beside her bed last night, sucking on her breasts and fingering her? Even licking her armpit?

Even when she woke up that morning, Mary still thought it could have been a dream, until she saw the dried semen on the hardwood floor. Maybe he was drunk. They had wine with dinner last night. Maybe he was drunk and doesn’t even remember what happened.

“Gotta take a shower,” Brianna mumbled as she got up from the table.

Mr. and Mrs. Mullin both left the house as Brianna went into the bathroom, so Mary cleared the breakfast dishes off of the table. Car engines started in the Bycasino giriş driveway, and Mary saw Mrs. Mullin pull out of the driveway in her Lexus.

While Mary watched the driveway for Mr. Mullin’s black Town Car, she heard the door open and the sound of footsteps come up the steps. Mary turned and saw Mr. Mullin at the top of the stairs, glancing down the hall before coming over to Mary at the sink.

Mary spun around to the sink and began rinsing off the bowls, her hands shaking so badly that she could barely hold onto them. Then Mr. Mullin was right behind her, his hands on her shoulders as he towered over her.

“Did you like last night, Mary?” Mr. Mullin asked, his hands sliding down the sleeves of her robe while his breath burned the top of her head.

Mary didn’t answer but instead tried to brace herself against the counter, her heart pounding like a jackhammer while her head spun. Mr. Mullin was leaning into her, and he could feel his erection pressing into her back as he opened her bathroom and brought his hands onto the nightshirt.

“You’ve got such incredible breasts,” Mr. Mullin grunted, his hands kneading her globes roughly. “They’re even bigger than I had imagined. You won’t believe how long I’ve wanted to do this. Watching you grow up over the years has been sweet torture.”

“Why?” Mary managed to say.

“You aren’t a kid anymore, Mary” Mr. Mullin said. “This is all legal, as long as you want it, and it seems to me that you like it. Like it a lot.”

“No,” Mary whimpered. “You’re married.”

“It’s you I want,” Mr. Mullin grunted, his pawing of Mary’s breasts becoming almost maniacal. “Are you staying over tonight?”

“No,” Mary said.

“When?”

“Next weekend, I guess,” Mary said, writhing as he rubbed into her from behind.

“I can’t that wait that long, Mary,” he said, exhaling as he continued to knead her breasts from behind. “I have to have you.”

“I can’t,” Mary whimpered, looking down at the hands that were working over her breasts over the shirt, and at her nipples which were so stiff against the fabric.

“I’m not like the boys you’ve had,” Mr. Mullin said. “I’ll make love to you like none of them ever could.”

“I just can’t,” Mary said, sobbing a little, wanting to tell him that he was wrong about her but was unable to speak.

“Shit,” Mr. Mullin hissed, as the sound of Brianna coming out of the bathroom made him jump back away from Mary.

“Here,” Mr. Mullin said, pulling a card out of his wallet and attempting to hand it to Mary before setting it on the counter next to the sink. “Call my cell tonight. Around eight. Please.”

Then Mr. Mullin was gone, hustling down the stairs and out the door while Mary tried to get herself together. The business card with Mr. Mullin’s phone number on it went into the bathrobe pocket just before Brianna came back into the kitchen.

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Chapter Four: The phone call.

Mary didn’t call at eight like Mr. Mullin had asked, instead just staring at the phone in her hand as she sat on her bed, rehearsing what she was going to say. It was almost 8:30 before she finally got up enough courage to call the number, and when Mr. Mullin picked it up before the first ring had finished, Mary was so shocked that she nearly hung up on him.

“Mary?”

“Yes, it’s me,” she replied, her voice almost a whisper.

“Can’t you talk? Aren’t you alone?”

“Yes,” Mary replied. “My voice – mouth is dry.”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t call,” he said.

“I’m here.”

“Last night. You never told me how you felt about that, at least not in words. About us.”

“Scared,” Mary answered. “Shocked.”

“But you liked it. I could tell that. You came so fast and so hard,” Mr. Mullin said. “I can’t wait until we’re making love and you can make all the noise you want to when you cum.”

“I – we can’t do that.”

“Too bad you aren’t here right now,” Mr. Mullin said. I’m all alone. Brianna’s out on a date.”

“Michael,” Mary said softly.

“How come you didn’t double with her?”

“Guess he doesn’t have any friends that are really desperate,” Mary said.

“Their loss. My gain, eventually, I hope,” Mr. Mullin replied. “I’ve always hoped that you never would run into a man with refined tastes who can appreciate your beauty like I do. Selfish on my part, I know that, but the thought of any other guy touching you depresses me.”

“I don’t know why you’re saying these things to me,” Mary said. “I know what I look like.”

“I don’t think so,” Mr. Mullin said. “I think that you’re the most desirable woman I’ve ever met.”

“Mr. Mullin, you happen to be married to a woman who is stone cold gorgeous, and comparing me to her is ludicrous. I have a mirror.”

“First of all, Mary, I wish you would call me Greg. Second of all, that woman you call gorgeous is so unattractive to me that it makes my skin crawl. We haven’t had sex in at least 4 years, and won’t ever again most likely.”

“That’s not stopping her though,” Mr. Mullin continued. “She’s out Bycasino güncel giriş getting fucked right now as we speak, I imagine. Her current boy toy is some graduate student from Kenya. Part of her around-the-world cock tasting tour I think.”

“Mrs. Mullin?” Mary said in a stunned voice.

“Oh sure. My dearest Tracy is one of the city’s most active and aggressive cougars,” Mr. Mullin said. “I suppose that it’s to her credit that you don’t know. Hopefully Brianna doesn’t know either. I’ve asked her to be discrete for Brianna’s sake.”

“So you tell your wife that it’s okay to see other men?”

“Yes,” he responded. “In the beginning that actually deterred her. You know – removing the “forbidden fruit” angle took a little bit of the excitement out of it for her, but since then she’s had no problem fucking anybody and everybody. It’s alright though, because she doesn’t interest me in the least. It was almost like an arranged marriage from the start, and now just a marriage of convenience.”

“And so you – like, go out and sleep with other women?” Mary asked.

“Yes, from time to time,” Mr. Mullin said. “I’ve been unfaithful to my wife four times, unless you count what we did last night, and this morning. That would make five.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Mary said.

“I guess that’s true,” Mr. Mullin said. “I’m counting on that to change next weekend. Aren’t you and Brianna seeing each other at all before next weekend?”

“No,” Mary said.

“But you must have dates of your own before then?”

“No,” Mary said.

“I would love to see you. Just you and me, alone.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Mary said, her voice wavering.

“Why? You aren’t afraid of me, are you. After all these years?” Mr. Mullin asked. “I would never do anything to hurt you. You know that. I only want to do what the boys do to you, only I’ll do it better. Much better. I promise you that. The reason my wife and I don’t have sex any more isn’t because I’m no good in bed, believe me. It’s because I don’t find her attractive. Not like you, babe.”

“I’m not like you think I am,” Mary said.

“Haven’t you ever been with an older man before?” Mr. Mullin asked.

“No, I mean I’ve never actually been…”

“Oh that’s okay Mary, I understand. I know how girls are these days. Nothing to be embarrassed about,” Mr. Mullin said. “Brianna’s been on the pill for a couple years.”

“Look, I have to go now,” Mary said.

“Call me tomorrow, okay Mary? Same time?”

“Uh, yeah. If I can,” Mary replied, hanging up the phone.

It was all too much to comprehend, Mary thought. What would Brianna think about this? Why was Brianna’s father interested in her, of all people?

*****

Chapter Five: The next call.

“You sound more relaxed this time,” Mr. Mullin said.

“I still feel dirty about this,” Mary said.

“You shouldn’t be,” he responded. “If anybody should feel dirty, it’s me, and I don’t. Some people might consider it wrong for a 47 year old man to be waiting around like a vulture until you turned 18. I don’t. Besides, you were a woman long before that.”

Mary remained silent as she sat on the edge of her bed.

“You still there?” Mr. Mullin asked. “Good. What are you wearing right now?”

“What am I wearing?” Mary asked, looking down at herself. “A t-shirt.”

“Nothing else? No panties? No bra?”

“Um… no.”

“That sounds nice,” Mr. Mullin said. “Must feel nice to get that bulky harness off of your breasts at the end of the day, doesn’t it?”

“Uh, I guess.”

“What size bra do you wear, Mary?” Mr. Mullin asked, and after a long silence… “Mary?… Mary?”

“Why do you want to know that?”

“Curious, I guess,” Mr. Mullin replied. “Aren’t you curious about things? Want to know how big my penis is?”

“No.”

“Okay, let’s get back to you. I’m guessing that you’re about a 42DD. Am I right?”

“Mr. Mullin…”

“Am I close?”

“I guess. This is kinda embarrassing.”

“I’ve already held them a couple of times, Mary, and they were spectacular,” Mr. Mullin said. “44 maybe?”

“38,” Mary finally said.

“Really?” Mr. Mullin replied. “Are you sure you’re wearing the proper size? Have you ever been fitted for a bra by a professional?”

“God no,” Mary said. “I’d be too embarrassed for that. I even order bras by mail because I’d be too ashamed to bring them up to the counter at the store and have people see what size I wear. I just keep buying bigger sizes and hope they fit.”

“Embarrassed?” Greg exclaimed. “Of being an incredibly well developed woman? Is that why you never wear clothes that show off your body? That’s crazy. And 38 seems way off. Of course, you’re a rather small woman too. What cup size are you?

“F.”

“Good god,” Mr. Mullin muttered. “Must not be something you can buy in a department store, I guess. Amazing. All I’ve been looking at are a pair of pathetic 32A’s all my life.”

“I’ve wanted to get breast reduction surgery for a while, but Daddy wouldn’t spring for it.”

“Thank goodness for that,” Greg said. “As you can tell, I”ve got a thing for big breasts, which is funny considering who I’m married to. You know what I would love to do? I’d love to buy you some nice bras. Love to watch you get fitted for them too.”

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I had been at Kiara’s house all day when I overheard her mom saying that Anthony was coming over. All of Kiara’s friends – and Kiara as well, probably – had a crush on her cousin, Anthony. He was somewhat of a bad-boy. He drove a motorcycle, was two years older than we were, and was extremely quiet most of the time. He was mysterious but not unapproachable.

That night, he came over and joined Kiara and I in the living room. We were watching Bob’s Burgers on Netflix. Kiara had conveniently fallen asleep on the couch, so being the tease that I am, I made an excuse that I needed to stretch for an upcoming dance performance. I got on the carpet and started practicing my middle splits. I made sure he saw my long, toned legs that were almost entirely exposed in my navy blue spandex I still had on from cheer practice. I got tired of stretching and since Kiara was on the long couch, I sat down next to him in the love seat. I sat curled up with my knees close to my chest and fidgeted to make sure my ass was rubbing against his thigh. Even just him feeling me through his jeans made me extremely wet. It was almost midnight when Kiara’s mom came in and told Anthony that he should go home soon.

We went to bed as soon as he left. Kiara fell asleep but I stayed up and masturbated furiously to the thought of getting on my knees and blowing him right their on the couch. I pictured what noises he would make while I swallowed his cum like a good girl. To say that I wanted to have sex with him was an understatement. I needed him to make me cum.

The next morning, Kiara’s mom and I were catching up while Kiara showered. She told me that Anthony had never stayed over that late and she had no idea why he didn’t leave sooner. I couldn’t help but think that I had something to do with that.

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A couple months had gone by and I hadn’t seen Anthony but I knew he was going camping with Kiara’s family, who had also invited me to their annual lake trip. I couldn’t wait to spend the weekend looking at him shirtless by the water. Anthony was tall and cut like a professional swimmer. Just thinking about his dark hair and tan skin and bright smile had me squirming. I even went out and got a new, more revealing bathing suit for the occasion. One that accentuated my DD cup breasts and my thick ass.

Kiara’s family and I had gone up to the lake in separate cars, so when we finally arrived, Anthony was already by the water, drinking beer. We made eye contact a few times but neither one of us initiated conversation.

It wasn’t until Bycasino later that day that we got some alone time. I wanted to go for a ride and he was the only person willing to drive the boat. I stayed in the front and laid down on my stomach, making sure he had a nice view of me in my bathing suit.

“Is this your first time at this lake?” he asked.

“This is actually my first time at any lake,” he looked surprised. “I’ve never been on a boat before today, but I absolutely love it.” I added.

“Yeah, I noticed you couldn’t stop smiling when we all went for a ride earlier.”

I couldn’t help but blush. I was pleasantly surprised to know that he had been watching me.

I was sitting in a lawn chair as the sun began to set. Kiara’s dad had started a fire and everyone including Anthony came over and began to sit down to talk. He sat across from me and we kept glancing at each other the way shy people usually do. Soon, everyone decided they wanted to go fishing but Kiara and I stayed back to relax.

“Did you happen to bring a condom?” I asked her.

“Mariana, what do you need a condom for?” Her eyes grew.

“Oh, nothing, I was just thinking Anthony and I could have sex while we’re here.”

“What?”

I laughed. “I mean, it could happen. We’re both adults and I think he finds me as attractive as I find him. So, why not?”

“You want to lose your virginity to Anthony, while my entire family is in their tents right next to you?”

“I don’t see what the big deal is. The only way this could be a problem were if he got me pregnant, which is why I need the condom.”

“Well, believe it or not, I didn’t bring a condom to this family trip, so you better hope he has one.”

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Everyone went to bed around two in the morning. I couldn’t fall asleep thinking about how easy it would be for Anthony and I to fuck each other’s brains out. I decided that I needed Anthony more than I cared about getting caught in his tent by Kiara’s family.

As quietly as I could, I got out of my tent and walked over to his. It was partially open so I slowly unzipped just enough for me to get in and then closed it completely. He saw me coming in and didn’t look startled at all. His expression actually looked like he was expecting me. He had his flashlight on the ground and was sitting up in his sleeping bag.

“I was hoping one of was would be brave tonight.”

“Oh, really? Then why didn’t you come over to my tent?”

“Because of something called, Bycasino giriş “my cousin is sleeping in the same tent as you,” Mariana.”

“Good point.”

He got closer. We looked at each other for a moment, our eyes doing the communicating for us. We both knew we wanted this.

“Kiss me right now.” He grabbed my face and pulled me into him. I had kissed only three other people up until that point but none of them had made me feel the way his lips did.

His hand crept under my shirt and he began to play with my breasts. My big, pink nipples were aroused and hard. I let out a soft moan and he shushed me, playfully. I smiled.

“Get on your back.” He told me.

I did as I was told and he took off my shorts and underwear. I knew he was going to lick my pussy but no one had ever gone down on me before. I didn’t know what to expect.

He planted soft kisses all along my stomach and down to my thighs. I was squirming when he finally stuck his tongue out and ran it along my pussy, making sure to flick his tongue when he got to my clit. I arched my back. I couldn’t believe the sensation. I grabbed his hair like I had seen girls do a million time in porn.

He started making out with my pussy. Slowly kissing and flicking and sucking on my clit. Every once in a while, he would stick a finger into my tight little cunt, and I’m sure he got excited at the fact that he struggled putting in a second finger. But once he did, we both heard how wet he had gotten me. It was a gushy sound, but I expected nothing less, he knew exactly how to turn me on.

When he came back up to kiss me, I felt his stiff cock through his shorts. I lifted myself up to grind on it. At this point we were both breathing heavy and our kisses felt more urgent.

I pulled down his shorts and his boxers to reveal his long shaft. I had never touched a penis before or seen one outside of the videos I masturbated to. He was circumcised, and I was relieved. Not only that, but his cock was around six inches and thick.

On his knees, he grabbed a condom from his wallet that was laying next to us and quickly put it on. He got as close as he could to my pussy and slowly entered me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I felt him gently kiss my neck and then nibble on my ear while he let his cock sit inside me for a moment. I couldn’t believe I was losing my virginity to my best friend’s cousin while his family was so close.

Anthony started to pump me faster and faster. I let out a moan that was louder than any noise either of us had made Bycasino güncel giriş thus far but he was quick to cover my mouth with his hand. Something about his dominance aroused me and my eyes and head rolled back for a second.

He chuckled at this. “You like that, don’t you?” He whispered.

I nodded.

“You want me to bend you over and fuck you from behind, don’t you?”

Before I could even respond, Anthony had grabbed my hips and flipped me over. I was on my hands and knees, anxious for him to put his dick inside me.

I felt him grab my hair in a chunk from behind and place his other hand grabbed at my hip. I was ready for him to go deep and make me cum. Finally, I felt his cock in me. We quickly reached a comfortable pace and I knew I was ready to cum. My back arched more and more every time his cock slid into my wetness.

“Are you ready to cum for me, sweetheart?”

I nodded again. I knew I had to stay quiet.

He flipped me over again placed my legs over his shoulders. At that moment I was grateful that his tent was big enough for us to move around in comfortably. He paused and stared at me. Usually, eye contact makes me uncomfortable but in that moment I felt completely calm. His eyes revealed that even though he already had me, he was still hungry for more of me. There was an element of savagery in the way he handled my body. I loved it.

A kiss brought our attention back to fucking and he began to pound me hard again. I was so close cumming. With his hands on either side of me, I held on to his wrists and brought my legs closer to me, allowing him to get deeper. It seemed like he was close to an orgasm, too. The thought of him finishing inside me, even if it was inside a condom, brought me over the edge. My orgasm came crashing and I felt my walls tighten around him. I could tell he came, too. He stopped moving and just let it sit inside me for a while.

When he got off and removed the condom, I put on my shirt. My underwear and shorts sat in the corner and we instinctively laid down on his sleeping bag. I laid my head on his chest while my hand played with his chest hair. He kissed my head tenderly and I felt butterflies.

I looked up at him, I could barely see his features since we still only had the light from his flashlight that was also in the corner but I could tell he was smiling. We laid together in silence. I left after a few minutes with my shorts in my hand and walked quickly and quietly back to my tent. I fell asleep fast, something that only happens when I know exactly what I want to dream about.

That morning, and for the rest of the day until we headed back into town, Anthony and I exchanged glances at each other and we couldn’t help but smile thinking about what we had done the night before. It was our little secret and I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me again.

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Chapter One: Christmas Morning

It had long been a tradition in the Carpenter household that on Christmas morning the children made breakfast for their parents and took it upstairs for them to eat in bed. This Christmas started no differently, but by Christmas Day evening their lives had changed dramatically and forever.

Our family was a close knit one; Mum and Dad, Grandad and Gran plus my twin sister Angie and me. Unfortunately we had no close siblings to interact with so we consequently spent a lot of time together. Dad was a Senior University Lecturer in Biology at Brighton, Mum was a Solicitor specialising in divorce matters, Grandad had his own large Financial Company while our Gran was the local Director of a Homeless Charity.

Breakfast by convention consisted of two lightly boiled eggs each, together with two slices of buttered bread cut into “soldiers” and a cup of tea; definitely not “cordon bleu”. So I filled the saucepan with water and set about boiling the four eggs for his parents, whilst my twin sister, Angela, boiled the kettle for the tea and buttered and cut the slices of bread. She filled the tea-pot with the requisite number of teaspoons of tea, followed by the boiling water and allowed it to brew as we waited for the boiling water to cook the eggs to right consistency; hard white with runny yellow yolks.

“I wonder what Mum and Dad have got us for Christmas this year.” Angela mused out loud. “Did they give any hints to you?” She smiled at me with her eyes twinkling. She was five minutes older than me so treated me with a condescension that befitted her status. I on the other hand found her to be totally sexy and desirable, slightly more so than our mother but only marginally. Both the women in our house were, to my eyes, off the scale of sexiness; I’d been masturbating for several years now occasionally catching sight of naked flesh that they were wont to flash although not frequently enough for my fervid heated imagination. Angie’s tits were almost as big as my Mum’s but seemed to be slightly firmer, Mum’s hung a little more. Their asses were nearly identical so far as I could tell without a more manual assessment.

“Nothing; they’ve been very cagey this year; most unusual.” I turned the gas hob off and poured the water carefully into the sink; using a slotted spoon to lift the eggs out and placed them into the four egg cups already on the breakfast tray. Angela put the plate of “soldiers on the tray and poured out two cups of hot tea and added a splash of milk to each. She leaned across and kissed me softly on the lips, “Happy Christmas, Mark. Let’s go and wake the old folks up.” She put the cups and saucers on a separate tray and we proceeded to carefully walk upstairs; my eyes glued to her nicely rounded ass bouncing round right at eye level in front of me. The house was spacious and there were actually five bedrooms on the first floor. Our parents had the master with an en-suite, whilst Angela and I had two rooms with a “jack the final two bedrooms also shared a bathroom and were for visiting family and friends or colleagues of Mum and Dad.

I managed to hold my tray in one hand as I opened our parents’ bedroom door. “Happy Christmas!” we both chorused, and then stopped, surprised as our parents were locked in a passionate embrace. Angela and I looked at each other and grinned; the old folks were obviously enjoying their Christmas day already. We coughed loudly but politely causing our parents to break apart, looking very hot and flustered. “We can always come back later.” Angela laughed. “Looks like breakfast might be a bit of a let-down at the moment. Happy Christmas!”

Mum and Dad smiled and lay back against the headboard of their massive bed. “Sorry about that,” Dad said, “we were just having our normal good morning kiss.” I looked at my parents, Dad was bare chested and Mum was wearing a very sheer white nightie that showed more of her large breasts than it covered. I noticed that Angie was gazing intently at Dad’s body. “Some kiss!” She whispered.

Dad coughed and smiled at us, “Why don’t you join us this morning? We have something we need to talk to you both about before we give you your present.” Mum patted the bed beside her and smiled, “Mark, darling, come and sit next to Mummy; Angie can cuddle up to her Dad.” She lifted the duvet to indicate that we should get under the bedclothes with them. I caught a quick flash of naked flesh as she Bycasino held the duvet cover up and my hands shook slightly as I laid the tray with the eggs on her lap. Angie put her tray with the tea on Dad’s lap and then we both slipped into bed beside our parents.

Angie and I waited patiently as our parents tucked into their traditional Christmas breakfast; I was really happy to feel the warmth of Mum’s practically naked body radiating next to me, whilst my sister was leaning her head against our father’s naked chest.

Finally they put their empty cups down. “Can you put the trays on the floor please, darlings?” Mum asked us, and we picked them up and leaned over and placed them on the carpet each side of the bed. I hastily returned to my position, closer to Mum’s body this time so that my legs were touching her bare legs. “Hmm, that feels nice darling.” Mum slipped her hand under the duvet and patted my thighs. I blushed as I felt her bare forearm press against my suddenly hard erection. “Sorry Mum,” I stammered.

“Don’t be sorry baby; I’m flattered that you could be attracted to your old Mum.” She continued to press gently against my throbbing cock. “It actually makes what your Dad and I have to tell you much easier.” She looked at Dad. “Ready to tell them darling?”

Dad smiled and manoeuvred his arm around Angie’s shoulders. She wriggled closer to him and put her hand on his chest, stroking the hairs that covered his upper body. “Well, your mother and I have a secret that we need to talk to you both about. It’s a family secret that involves you as well as us and your grandparents.”

“Sounds very intriguing.” I looked across at my sister as Mum continued to press her arm against my even harder prick. “How does it include Angie and me?”

“All in good time son.” Dad smiled down at my sister. “It all starts with your grandparents some thirty odd years ago. You may have wondered why you both only had one set of grandparents.”

“It does seem strange daddy,” Angie snuggled closer to Dad, her head now lying against his chest as her hand disappeared under the duvet. “You never told us whether they were your parents or Mummy’s.”

“Both actually,” Mum answered. “Your grandparents are my mother and father and your Dad’s mother and father.”

“How could that be?” I thought out loud. “The only way that could happen would be if you and Dad…” My voice tailed away as realisation dawned.

“Yes baby, your father and I are brother and sister. Twin brother and sister, just like you two.” Mum and Dad smiled at each other and leaned together and kissed.

“Oooh,” Angie whispered, “that sounds deliciously dirty and incestuous Daddy. Does it feel good when you fuck your sister?”

“For the sake of full disclosure sweetie, your mother is one fantastic woman who is also a fabulous fuck.”

“Thank you darling,” Mum giggled, “You’re a real stud as well.”

“So how does this relate to Gran and Grandad? I gather that they approve, since they spend time with us all and seem quite at ease with your situation.” I copied my sister’s example sliding my hand under the duvet and quickly found Mum’s naked thigh. I slowly caressed her soft skin as our parents continued with their story.

“The whole family secret began with our parents, your Gran and Grandad. They are also twin brother and sister and they found that their love for each other increased as they reached their teens. They began to explore their sexuality and consummated their love on their eighteenth birthday. Their mother and father found them naked in bed with your granddad’s spunk still oozing out of your grandma’s pussy. They kicked them out and they had to make a living for themselves and for your Mother and me as your Grandma had already been impregnated. Our family is apparently very potent in that respect.” Dad paused for a moment as he felt Angie’s hand clasping his hard manhood.

“Your Grandfather was very resourceful and quickly made a very good living as a financial genius. He played the stock markets and within ten years had made quite a fortune. Your Grandparents decided not to have more children, but when your Mother and I had our eighteenth birthday they did what we are doing now and told us the story of our family heritage.”

“So what did you both do when you were told the whole story?” Angie asked softly, her head had crept down to Dad’s waist and I saw her slowly Bycasino giriş moving the duvet to reveal her hand stroking his engorged rod.

“Well your Mother and I knew that we loved each other and so we simply followed our parents’ excellent example and fucked as soon as they had finished their explanation. They were so turned on by us that they stripped and fucked each other as well. I impregnated your Mother immediately.”

Angie looked across at me with a wicked smile; our eyes met and the same thought was in both our minds – keeping family traditions alive. Mum and Dad saw our faces and laughed. “Thank god for that darling. Look they both want to fuck each other; you do don’t you baby?” Dad asked Angie, while Mum quickly unzipped my shorts and allowed my cock to spring out of its previous constricted clothing. “Well Mark really looks up for it. If Angie doesn’t want him I’m already so wet I’ll cum in seconds.” She stopped with a shocked look on her face. “God, Dave, our son is massive; look it must be at least ten inches.”

“You’ll enjoy that up your cunt; it might even tire you out for probably the first time” Dad gasped. “But first these two horny teenagers need to fuck each other’s brains out. They need to seal their love with sex and get to grips with their inheritance.”

“Spoilsport,” Mum stuck her tongue out at Dad. She lifted her nightie over her tousled hair and threw it on the carpet. “Well if they are going to copulate then I don’t want to watch them as I get horny; you’d best stick that big cock of yours into my cunt and fuck my brains out!” Mum crawled over to Dad and immediately put her head in his lap and began to suck his cock head.

Angie clambered over Dad’s legs, avoiding our Mother’s bobbing head, and snuggled up to me. “Well it looks like we have parental approval to commit incest sweetie, and I’m relieved that I can show you physically how much I love you.” She looked down at my massive prick and moaned. “If I’d known you were able to get this big I’d have already committed incest whether Mum or Dad approved or not.”

I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, followed by my shorts and kissed my sister for the very first time as her lover; slowly and passionately with open mouthed tonguing. As we kissed I slid my hands under her top and caressed her magnificent tits and pinched her hard nipples, causing her to moan in her throat with hunger. She was kneeling beside me and pushing her short skirt and soaked lacy panties down over her hips and struggled to get them off completely. Once she had finished I tugged her top over her head; the minute we were both naked she lay on top of my body so that my powerful cock was pressed between us.

“I’m going to need to be really wet if I want all of you deep in my body.” Angie whispered. “I really want you to cum in me like Mum and Dad did on their eighteenth. I want your seed to mate with my eggs and make me a mummy with your babies. Oh baby, I love you; fuck me!” She let her legs slide either side of my thighs and set in train the process that neither of us could or would stop until we were completely and totally satiated.

I felt her wet crevice slide along the length of my prick, long slow strokes that aroused us both to level of lust that overpowered any previous inhibitions we might still have subconsciously harboured about incest. “Oh god, Angie, you feel wonderful, I love you.”

“Mark, darling, I want you in me NOW!” This time she raised herself slightly off my stomach and my dick lifted enough to slip between the lips of her vulva and then deep inside her as she sank down onto my ten inches of rock hard flesh. “Oooh shhhiiiit,” she screamed, “it’s fuuuuuucking huge baby.” Her body was rising and falling in a frenzy on my cock as she mindlessly reached her first orgasm; her cunt convulsing ferociously and squeezing my shaft so hard that my spunk just spewed of its own accord into her womb, sending five streams of thick cum deep inside my sister’s body and making her orgasm another three times.

We were both totally drained as we drifted back into consciousness, our sweat stained bodies locked together by my still rock hard erection. Angie sobbed from the relief of cumming so brutally with me, and I was gasping for breath too. From a great distance I could hear Mum and Dad calling to us; then a hand was shaking my shoulder. Groggily I opened my eyes to find my mother and Bycasino güncel giriş father bending over us with concern etched in the expressions of fright.

“Are you alright Mark, Angie?” Mum was closest, her naked breasts almost suffocating me.

“I…I…I’m fine,” I croaked. “That was intense.”

“Oh baby, I love you.” Mum leaned closer and kissed me ardently on the lips. “I’m looking forward to you giving me the same level of sexual gratification as your sister’s just experienced. Lots of times baby, lots and lots of times.”

Dad’s face appeared alongside Mum’s; he was smiling, partly with relief, but there was also an element of approval in his glance. “That was fucking incredible son. Your sister is really lucky that you love her as much as she loves you.”

Angie by now was beginning to stir. I held her to prevent her exhausted body from sliding off me as I didn’t want to be parted from being enfolded in her cunt. “I love you Angie baby.” I whispered in her ear. “I think I just died and went to heaven.”

Angie suddenly sobbed and frantically kissed my neck and face all over. Between kisses she gasped, “Mark, that was incredible. I wanted you so much, but I never once thought it would happen or that it would be so intense. Please stay inside me, it feels so right and your cum is filling me with a lovely warm sense of happiness.”

“So you’d like me to fuck you again?” I asked jokingly, stroking her hair and soft skin.

“Whenever you’re ready again.” Angie giggled. “I hope I’ve got room for another heavy load of your spunk.”

Mum kissed the back of Angie’s neck as she snuggled against my body. She slipped her hand between Angie’s thighs and felt my balls. “I think he’s ready now baby, your brother’s balls are heavy with his sperm and I know you can take a lot more of his potent cum.”

“Oh Mummy, that was fantastic. Mark makes me feel complete.” Angie lifted her face and kissed me again on the lips slowly and with growing intensity. “Cum in me again darling.” She whispered between kisses. “Make me your cum slut; I want all that you can give me. I want to have our baby growing inside me, just like Mummy and Gran did with their brothers.”

“Oh darling, that’s wonderful,” Mum was crying with happiness and she turned to Dad, “we’re going to be grandparents sweetie.” She laughed. “Family tradition is about to be repeated. I think we’d better leave them to it.”

“If you think I’m going to leave this bed when I can watch the twins fucking their brains out with each other then you are sadly mistaken. I’ve got a real hard-on and I need some relief.” Dad’s voice was gruff with repressed passion.

“Well, let me help you then.” Mum laughed sexily. “There’s plenty of room on our bed for the four of us. It will sort of cement our relationship if we all have sex together. Remember how Mummy and Daddy fucked each other and then us after our first sexual experience?”

By now I had turned Angie onto her back with my massive cock still buried to the hilt in her wonderful body, and I watched my mother reach for my father’s hard cock and start to suck him as I slowly and deliberately rammed my dick as far into my sister’s soaking wet cunt as I could. Angie was twisting and turning beneath me as I penetrated her and was completely oblivious to our parents as they started to copulate next to us. Dad was pumping his cock into Mum’s dripping pussy even as she gazed at us with lust in her eyes. She had wrapped her legs round Dad’s waist and she was encouraging him to fuck her hard. “Look at my babies,” she moaned, “Mark; I want you in me as well after you’ve finished in your sister. I want to feel your huge cock squirting all your thick spunk into your Mummy’s dirty pussy.”

“Bitch,” I heard my father laugh as he continued thrusting into Mum, “you’re in heat for your son while I’m shagging you. You can have him after I’ve cum in you first.”

“Thank you darling,” Mum mewled as Dad increased the pace of his thrusts, “I won’t mind if you want to stick your cock up Angie’s pussy.”

My parents were making me really excited as they talked about committing incest with both my sister and me and my prick was ready to burst with another big load into my sister’s waiting hot cunt. “I’m going to cum in you again,” I whispered into Angie’s ear, “get ready to be a cum slut for me.”

I think I tipped her over the edge because she suddenly went rigid for a second and then climaxed so hard that I wasn’t able to hold back any longer and shot stream after stream of thick gooey semen into her luscious shaking body. I kept cumming for another thirty seconds as her convulsing cunt squeezed every last drop of my seed out of my balls.

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Having made the arrangements with your husband Ryan, I arrive at the hotel and check in. I go to the room to freshen up, before making my way back down to the bar area. It is early evening and the bar is busy with numerous businessmen and so, I find it easy to remain anonymous amongst all the other ‘suits’.

You arrive with Ryan shortly after and I can easily spot you, having provided clear instructions on what I wished you to wear; a short black skirt, heels and a white blouse. Your hair is down and I can already admire your fine ass through your tight fitting skirt. As organised, you sit in the bar with Ryan and enjoy a drink, knowing that one of the other customers will be enjoying your body shortly, but you obviously don’t know what I look like. As I subtly admire your beauty from a safe distance, I can only guess the excitement that you feel building, knowing that someone in that bar will shortly be using your body. I see you glancing round trying desperately to guess who. I see you fidget in your seat and imagine your pussy getting wet and tingling with anticipation.

I make my way upstairs, leaving my room number with the bartender for Ryan to collect as planned. Upon arrival at my room I ensure that the room is well lit and settle down in an armchair and wait.

Ryan holds your trembling hand as you walk along the corridor to my room. You pause at the door, long enough only for Ryan to give you a kiss and slip a silk blindfold over your eyes. He leads you through the door and into my gaze.

As planned, I sit and watch as your husband slowly removes your blouse, exposing your fine black bra and stunning tits. Already I can see your nipples stretching the bra material and Bycasino giving away your arousal. Next, Ryan turns you away from me and slips your skirt down your legs. This exposes the black stockings and suspenders that you have on, framing that most spectacular ass. As requested, you are not wearing any panties and when you turn I get a glimpse of your neatly trimmed pussy lips, already glistening and moist. At this stage Ryan kisses you once more, before stepping back and leaving you standing in just your underwear and heels.

As I walk over I see Ryan settle back into a chair and pull out his hard cock. He begins to stoke it as I approach you. Without saying a word, I place my hands on your shoulders and guide you to your knees. Blindfolded, your other senses are heightened and you can hear me unbuckle my trousers and pull my cock out. You can almost smell the pre cum on my rapidly hardening cock. As you feel the tip of my cock touch your lips you take me into your mouth. I can’t help but moan with pleasure as I look down at your mouth stretched round my cock and your perfectly clad ass resting on your heels. As I look across to see Ryan furiously stroking his hard cock, I enjoy your efforts as you suck my engorged cock. The shear energy with which you suck me gives away the excitement you feel at performing for an unknown stranger. As you fully lubricate my cock, I begin to thrust into your mouth, sliding my hands through your long hair to hold the back of your head as I do so. You gag momentarily, before I find a rhythm that suits us both.

Before long I feel the need to cum, but resisting the urge, I pull out, leaving your perfect lips, open and searching for my cock. I go Bycasino giriş to lie on the bed and signal Mark to assist. He guides you to the bed and helps you climb up straddling my legs. Fearing that the effects of your oral may shorten my pleasure I take hold of your hips and slowly begin to rock you back and forth. You can feel my rock hard cock beneath your pussy lips as you slide back and forward along its length, your pussy almost soaking my cock and balls. With each movement my cock rubs against your pussy lips and clit, causing waves of excitement. I cannot help but admire your stunning body as I slide my hands across your smooth stomach and encase your tits. How I manage to stay silent is a mystery as before long you begin to moan and after further teasing, quietly utter the word ‘please’. I then cause my cock to pulse which raises the tip and as you rock back, allows it to slide, balls deep into you wet pussy. This action causes me to break my silence and moan deeply. I grab your hips and guide you back and forth vigorously, fucking your sweet pussy hard and fast. The sight of your tits bouncing about within the confines of your black bra really does stimulate me and I go into overdrive, fucking you for all I’m worth – this is no tender sensual affair.

Ryan has meanwhile stripped off completely and comes round to the bed. Still blindfolded you can’t see this. Your mind is full of the sensations in your pussy and the sweet smell of sex that is now present. As your husband approaches the bed I pull you deeply onto my cock and hold you still, grinding pelvis to pelvis. As I do so I grab your gorgeous ass cheeks and spread them wide, showing your sweet ass to your spouse. Bycasino güncel giriş Up until now you had remained quite quiet, moaning softly as we fuck, but when Ryan quickly and purposefully thrusts his hardened cock into your ass, you omit a loud moan and collapse forward onto my chest.

Ryan then sets the pace and with each thrust, moves your pussy up and down my shaft. This double fucking has turned you into an animal, sweating and panting. A surprising string of obscenities flow from your mouth, as we both fill you full of cock. Your tight ass doesn’t take long to bring Ryan off and as he thrusts long and deep into your ass you actually bite my neck, clamping down as he fills you with his cum. This is too much for you and you start to shake as your pussy pulses and your orgasm rips through your body. As I feel you climax, I allow myself to cum, flooding your pussy with what feels like a never-ending amount of sperm.

I allow you and Ryan to recover as I dress and leave the room. As I glance back, I see you reaching over to kiss your husband, still blindfolded, as cum begins to leak from between your legs and trickle across one of your perfectly shaped buttocks.

I make my way back down to the bar, nursing the reminder that you left me with; a distinct bite-mark on my neck. As planned, Ryan eventually brings you back to the bar for a further drink. As you settle down at the far side of the bar I can see that your face is still flushed. I cannot work out whether this is still a result of the huge orgasm you have just had, or from your husband leaning across and telling you that I am still here in the bar somewhere. You again glance round the bar, this time trying to work out who has just ravaged your body and left their cum in deep inside you.

You momentarily look at me, but fail to notice the bite-mark. I know that you will soon walk from the hotel still not knowing who you just fucked, sucked and who’s cock you just came on.

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**Disclaimer: This story contains a lot of very sexually explicit writing. It involves pee. every single character is over 18 years old.**

We attended our last classes of the day. Due to Chelsea’s interruption, I wasn’t able to finish up my assignments. The library was slightly noisier than usual. I had a feeling the trending topic was the upcoming dance. The buzz in the room was nearly electric though, and it was slightly contagious. I took my seat in the corner of the encyclopaedia section and set to work.

Not only five minutes later was Chelsea back at my side, having sniffed me out once again. She sat on the desk, hands by her sides. I glanced at her quickly to acknowledge her and turned back to my work.

“So, are you excited for the dance?”

I knew it was going to be brought up. It really was all that anyone was talking about. I inwardly sighed and pushed myself away from the desk, giving Chelsea my undivided attention.

“I guess. But why are they coming to our school for a dance?”

“They have no girls, simple as that. It’s supposed to be a union between both our schools, like an act of peace. But we’re not at war. Not even our sports teams compete with one another.” She explained. I nodded, more questions bubbling up.

“So, what do we do at this dance?” Chelsea let out a slight laugh at that.

“What?”

“Well, there’s a DJ, dancing and food. I don’t know if there will be booze or not, normally the boys from the other school bring some. Hidden of course.”

I sat there a stared at Chelsea. She was hiding something from me, I knew it. There had to be more to this dance, or else why would she be so excited. Why would everyone be talking about it? We were in college after all, not middle school.

“You’ll really like this dance, Gab. Don’t worry.” Chelsea reassured me, shifting in her spot atop the desk. She was squirming quite a bit actually. I had noticed it slightly when she initially sat down. I took a quick look at her face. She bit her lip in a desperate way.

“Do you have to… go?” I asked.

This felt awkward for a minute. Of all the people at this school, she was the last one I had imagined doing this, even though everyone pretty much did. Chelsea nodded at me, and glanced down at my homework. I looked at her, then at my assignment. Before I could stop her, she snatched the papers away and promptly sat on them. I stared at her incredulously.

“Don’t you dare!” She only grinned. I went to pull the papers out from underneath her but she slapped my hands away.

“Chelsea!” I yelled.

A few people around me turned to stare, glaring at my sudden outburst. I shrugged meekly and turned back to my supposed friend.

“Chelsea… cut it out. This assignment is important!” I murmured under my breath, trying to express my seriousness. It was difficult when you couldn’t raise your voice at all. She merely sat there, staring at me. I could tell she was having a hard time letting it go.

“Don’t worry, you’ve got lots of time to recopy this. Plus I know you need to edit it all anyways.”

That was technically true, but recopying the entire thing after what was going to happen to it was going to be a task in itself.

Suddenly though, I heard a small hiss. She was pissing on my assignment, literally. A puddle formed on the paper, soaking it and began running of the desk, dripping onto the carpet below.

She giggled the entire time while I glared at her. This was the one time I wasn’t getting hot from someone peeing, only because it was all over my hard work.

She finished up and hopped off the desk.

“Well I’ve got to go. Have fun, I’ll talk to you later!” she chirped, a smugness about her. I glared daggers at her the whole time.

Great, more work for me.

***

I didn’t want to admit it, but after carefully and painstakingly recopying my entire assignment I did find Bycasino a few errors that would have cost me deductions. I had originally planned on editing it, but I certainly didn’t think I’d have to try to read a soggy, piss soaked piece of paper. I had to embarrassingly take it out of the library by hand, for if I put it in my bag it would surely fall apart.

As the weeks went by, Thanksgiving drew nearer and the excitement in the air was palatable. Girls were busy deciding which outfits they would wear, which hairdos would look best and whose shoes they could borrow. I vaguely remembered packing one or two dresses, not really thinking I’d have much use for them. Now that I recalled what I’d packed, they were definitely not suitable for this type of dance.

Begrudgingly, I knew what I had to do. Even though I was still slightly ticked at her for half-ruining my assignment, she was the only person I could really talk to about what to wear to this dance. After classes one Friday afternoon I ventured to her dorm room.

“See, redoing that assignment wasn’t so bad!”

I watched as Chelsea rifled through her closet, pulling out dresses while humming and hawing. I nodded.

“Yeah, yeah. Do you have anything that will fit me?” she turned around holding up a dark blue number. It looked like it would have come to her knees, and my ankles.

“That’s way too long!”

“Just try it on, with… these heels.” She handed me a pair of black strappy heels. I quickly changed into the number and checked myself out in the mirror. It actually wasn’t that bad, with the heels on the dress came to a perfect length mid-calf. However the colour wasn’t doing it for me, it was too dark. I looked like I was trying too hard.

Eying up the closet I spotted a white dress with a sort of country look to it. It had a lacey bottom, a sweetheart neckline with two thin straps. Chelsea saw me staring at it, and she grabbed it out of the closet for me. Handing it to me, I held it against myself in front of the mirror. It looked as if it would come down just to my knees, which was good. At least it wasn’t as short as the uniforms.

“Can I try this one?” I asked.

Chelsea nodded so I quickly changed into it. As I observed myself I knew this was the one. It wasn’t too formal or too casual. Chelsea agreed with me, gushing that it would be perfect. It was as if this upcoming event were a prom, with nearly every girl in the school putting in on their priority list to look good.

“Can you please tell me why this dance is so highly anticipated?” I pleaded with my friend, trying to get her to spill a single bean. She, however, would not budge. A few more failed attempts later, and she actually booted me out of her dorm room!

I stood in the hall half stunned, her dress in my hands.

Back in my room, I laid on my bed, going over all the possible scenarios in my head of what was in store for me. Perhaps Chelsea was taking it too seriously. Perhaps every girl in this school was vain. It just seemed strange that the excited atmosphere buzzed around you every day.

Whatever the case may be, my eyelids were getting heavy. As I slowly began to drift off to lala-land, I was brought straight back to reality by a sharp notification. But just as I propped myself up on my elbows, I had an extremely dirty thought run through my head. I relaxed my body and no sooner than five seconds later I felt something warm in my panties. I let it out in small bursts, trying to tease myself in a way. Soon enough though the feeling was too strong, and I began to fully pee in my panties.

They grew more wet each second, the material soaking the liquid up, and soon a puddle formed around my crotch. Using my index finger, I pulled my panties down, in front of the stream to fully piss on my bed. I was so amazingly caught up in this hazy feeling, all I could think about was being naughty. I grabbed my comforter, Bycasino giriş squished it against my crotch and began soaking it. I could feel the material growing warmer and wetter. I began to grind it against my pussy, I had to bite my tongue from moaning. As soon as my stream stopped I felt myself climax, I arched my back, the pee soaked blanket pressed against my crotch.

I slumped back down, exhausted. I hadn’t felt dirtier the entire time I was at this school! I just peed in my bed and came because of it!

These thoughts rang loudly in my head, bouncing around, uncontrollable. As soon as they started, though, they began to fade away as I slowly passed out, in my pee soaked bed.

***

I stood in front of the laundry machine, watching my sheets go through the wash cycle. It was a very boring thing, standing and watching your sheets, however I couldn’t risk someone else seeing my sheets. As much as I had enjoyed what I did the other night, it was still embarrassing to think about.

I stood there for about five more minutes before I heard someone walk in. They set their basket down a few feet away from mine. Glancing to the side I saw a guy, perhaps a few years older than me, throwing his clothes in the wash. As he turned to face me I felt a jolt go through me.

I recognized him, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I attempted to hide my surprise, and quickly looked back at my foamy sheets, but I knew he saw it. I was too obvious, and know I felt his eyes on me. I could tell he knew who I was, and I was mortified. I hadn’t had an encounter like this at the school yet, and I couldn’t admit that I didn’t enjoy what he did to me, what all those people did!

His footsteps began towards me, and I felt my body tense automatically. I half dreaded, half wanted him to approach me. Pretending to not really notice, I stared down at my nails, lightly picking out the imaginary dirt I saw. I felt his hand slightly bump my shoulder, so I sharply turned my head, in another mock surprise.

“Oh-” I began, but soon saw what was in his hand.

My pillow case, lightly stained from that infamous night. I felt the color drain from my face. In my rush to wash my sheets, which included my pillow cases, I must have failed to notice I dropped the thing! I had tried and tried to get that stain out, but it was permanently there, faded a bit.

“I believe you dropped this?” he gestured to the sheet with his head, a small smirk splayed across his lips. I took the sheet from him, and mumbled a thank you. I could not look him in the eye; I was so embarrassed I could have died.

Thankfully, I heard him walk away, leaving his clothing to wash. I felt a small pressure come off my shoulders, and I crumpled the pillow case in a ball and tossed it into the garbage can.

That day during classes, I had one professor who was quite angry for some reason. He must have been having a bad day, because no interpretation of the novel we were reading was good enough. Every response received a sarcastic, yet collected, reply from him. It grew so tiresome to him in the end, that he appeared numb to it all. As the class drew to a close, one girl in particular decided to raise her arm.

“sir,” she said meekly, aware that everything within hearing range was being shot down “if the book is not open for interpretation by us, why are we reading it?” and with that every eye was on her.

This was the suicide question of all suicide questions, if they even existed.

Calmly, yet with great tension, the prof walked to her desk. The class was completely silent as he came to a stop at her desk. She looked up at him, trembling just ever so slightly, and I could tell as I sat directly behind the girl.

His hands went for the button of his pants, and he began to unzip the zipper. The students eyes widened and her face turned away automatically.

“Everyone please turn to page Bycasino güncel giriş 168 and re read chapter 7 in its entirety.” He looked down at the student, “go ahead, open your book.”

She did as she was told, opening the book to the correct page. She followed the words with her finger, and I watched in horror as I say the profs fingers head for his pants.

Soon he was peeing on her book. The pages soaking up the liquid, her hand getting sprayed as well as her face. She kept on reading however, accepting the strange punishment. He let his head fall back as he continued to pee.

Redirecting the stream, he sprayed it on her blouse, her tits beginning to show through. I couldn’t help but get slightly turned on by the sight of it all. The prof wasn’t that much older than everyone else here, and his looks were ok.

I felt myself beginning to get a little wet, and was glad that the spectacle soon ended. Just as his fly was zipped, the buzzer sounded and we all left class. The girl sat at her desk, remaining behind. I stared at her as I left the class. Why was she staying there? The door shut as everyone emerged, and I noticed she was not among the other students. I suddenly grew jealous of what could possibly be going on behind those doors.

My last few classes weren’t nearly as interesting as that one, and for the rest of the day my boredom plagued me. My last class was a particularly boring one. I was drifting off, comfortably on my desk when I felt a small peck at my forehead. Opening my eyes I saw a piece of paper, crumpled up.

I cautiously took the paper in my hands, looking around to find the perpetrator. My eyes settled on the exact eyes that saw me doing my laundry. I had no idea he was in my class.

My heart began to thump as I opened the paper. I read it, my brain not comprehending the words, so I read it again to be sure.

Piss in your panties, right now.

Or I tell everyone.

The words were scratched onto the paper in what looked like a hurry. I looked back up at him, and he slowly nodded his head at me. I knew he was serious, he had already seen so much of me. If I didn’t follow through with this, I knew I’d suffer extreme embarrassment, even though I had a good feeling I wasn’t the only one who did what I did.

I decided for the professor to get into a long winded explanation of the subject at hand before I began to wet my panties, right there in my seat. I felt the warm puddle against my crotch again as I went on and on. It really did not feel like I was going to be able to stop. I looked at the guy again, and he had already turned back to face the front of the class. However I did see the guy behind him jerk his head suddenly. I looked at him, and his head was now facing forward, but something caught my eye.

He was hard. I could see a very noticeable and obvious erection poking in his pants. Was he watching my pee myself? The thought of my turning him on gave me a sudden rush. Even though what I was doing was shameful, there were others who enjoyed watching me do it. I felt an extra ounce of confidence run through me, and I sat up just a bit taller in my seat, feeling the pee slush around on my chair, soaking my skirt just a bit more.

Very casually, I glanced around the room to see if anyone else was in the same predicament. In my scan of the room, I counted three more boners. I couldn’t believe it! Had they all seen me, was there someone else doing the same thing? I kind of hoped not.

After that class was over and as I made my way back to my dorm, I felt the urge to do it again. I wanted someone to see me pee myself, to enjoy it and get hard. I knew I had to be coy about it, to hide it a little, but where was I to go? As I wandered the halls aimlessly, I happened to pass by the gym.

The students inside were all hard at work stretching. But upon closer inspection, I noticed that it wasn’t stretching, it was yoga.

Suddenly getting an idea, I looked around the gym doors for a corkboard. On it could possibly be a yoga sig up sheet. I found one, and on it read a few names that were obviously guys. Gleefully I jotted my name down in a particular time slot later that night.

***

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It was a steamy, hot day in July. Not at all unexpected for this time of year, but still oppressively hot and humid, like a soaking wet, hot towel wrapped around your body. There was nothing to do but to hope for a breeze and keep drinking ice water to cool down. If you were lucky and there was still ice in your cup when you finished the water, you put that leftover ice on your neck and chest to try to cool yourself.

I’d felt restless at home that day, not wanting to leave the air-conditioned comfort of home, but needed to get out and away, wanting to do something “different”. I looked through the paper to see what was happening on such a hot, sticky day and found an art fair at the park. I hadn’t attended an art fair in years! My husband’s not into art so it was easy to get this time alone.

At the park, I walked along the trails surrounded by booths full of artwork. Hand blown glass, carvings from wood or stone, paintings with oil, watercolors and acrylics, even string art, which I’d done in my senior year to pass Geometry! Guess I should have saved that piece – might have been worth quite a sum!

As I walked slowly in the heat, I could smell all the different colognes everyone was wearing. Men in Polo, women in L’air du Temps. At times it was a very heady, erotic combination. But if you got too close to fragrances that clashed, it was a very painful experience! Didn’t people realize you really shouldn’t wear colognes on such a hot day? Not only does the heat continue to release the fragrance, it draws bees and mosquitoes! And the hairspray! And the make-up running from once beautiful, air-conditioned faces. Ladies! Use waterproof mascara please!

I was dressed in jeans and a pale yellow v-neck t-shirt and sneakers. I’d lost quite a bit of weight in the past year, so I was happy to show off the “new” me, still a curvy kind of girl, but not quite so round and curvy. My clothes weren’t overly revealing, just form fitting. I had on virtually no make up – just enough to put some color on my eyes, lashes and lips; my hair was pulled back in a pony tail as it’d grown out from the short-short cut I’d worn for many years. I really had no idea what my natural hair color was, but between me and my stylist, it was deep red with bold blond highlights. I usually wore it loose and fly away, but with this heat, I had to keep it off my neck. I was carrying a cup of ice water with me, not wanting to drink too fast, but really wanting to get to that ice so that I could use it to cool my hot skin. This was going to be one of those “two shower days” – I felt the sweat dripping down my neck onto my chest then between my breasts, my clothing not able to soak it all up.

Then I saw the painting. It was to the left at a booth with other paintings and this one intrigued me. The blues, the browns. Most people wouldn’t put blue and brown together but this was wonderful; the shading, the texture. I had to get a closer look so I went over to the booth, then I saw him and stopped in my tracks.

He was tall, probably 6’, lean but well built, dark hair and eyes and was talking with some of the others looking at the paintings. I assumed he was the artist and listened to what he was telling the other on-lookers about his work. Acrylic on a sand base applied to a wood panel. He likes to work in abstracts, although it didn’t look abstract to me, and paints in layers. I didn’t hear much more than that because I was too busy watching him move, watching how he held himself tall while talking to these people, watching his mouth move, watching the sweat bead on his face. I had this sudden urge to reach out, wipe the sweat off his brow then follow the trail of sweat from his neck, down his chest to who knows where. He looked over at me, smiled then turned back to finish the conversation with the potential buyers. I wondered how long I’d been staring at him, but that didn’t stop me from continuing – I just couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

He sold a painting to the people he was talking with and I was glad it wasn’t the one I’d been looking at. When they finished, he turned to me and asked if there was anything he could do for me. He had no idea what a loaded question that was! Oh, the things he could do for me – my mind Bycasino reeled. In a matter of no more than two seconds, I ran through several scenarios of what he could do for me. The thoughts ranged from softly touching my face and kissing me deeply, to throwing me down on the ground and fucking me senseless.

I must have been further into my thoughts than I realized because he reached out and touched my arm, asking again if he could do anything for me. I rejoined reality and told him I liked the blue and brown painting. I liked the colors that were used, the texture it had and the simplicity of it all. I especially liked the two “U” shapes in the center; they reminded me of two lovers engulfed in one another. We chatted about the painting and how it was done, but the entire time I was only half listening, I was still too enthralled by him and his movements, the sultry look he may not have even realized he had.

I finally finished the water in my cup, absent mindedly reached in and grabbed a piece of ice, rubbed it on my neck, the water dripped down onto my chest, cooling me ever so slightly. I noticed the look on his face and explained that I was really hot. With a sly smile and laugh, he agreed. I had to laugh too as I realized what I’d said and how it’d been taken.

He introduced himself as Darin, the artist. I returned the introduction as Sherri, the hot one. We both laughed and talked about the heat for just a minute. A couple came to the booth and began asking questions about one of the other paintings. Darin asked if I could wait for just a minute while he talked with these folks and I told him I’d be back in a few – had to get more ice and water to cool off, especially while talking to him. He chuckled again as I walked away.

I found more water and ice, at a premium price, of course. There were some shady places under a tree not too far from his booth and I sat to watch him work. I saw him glance my way, waved and he returned the wave as another group of people came to talk with him. I have no idea how long I watched him as I sat, but I needed more water and ice very soon. Was it because of the heat of the day or the heat of what I was feeling while I thought about this guy?

I watched as he put up a sign “back in 30 minutes”. He walked over to me and I enjoyed watching him walk. A lot of tall men tend to walk with big strides as if they’re in a huge hurry to be somewhere. Not Darin, he walked slowly, gracefully, almost a saunter and he moved so well. This was the first time I’d seen him from “head to toe” and he was, indeed, captivating.

He leaned down next to me and asked if I was hungry (it was noontime, after all). I looked up to him, held his gaze (God, his eyes were beautiful) said I was, but not for food. His face showed some surprise, but not as much as I’d thought there would be. Was he interested in me as I was in him? He asked what it was I was hungry for and I decided to go ahead and risk it – you, I told him. He told me what time the art fair closed down then asked if I’d come to his booth about five minutes before closing, and we’d see what we were hungry for then.

I passed the remainder of the afternoon looking at the other artwork and purchased some hand blown glass. I’ve always loved the intricacy of blown glass and really enjoy watching how it’s done.

The time for going back to his booth arrived and I trekked over and spotted him talking with a few people just before the fair was to close. I also noticed the blue and brown painting was no longer on display. I was heartbroken that it’d been sold, I had hoped to purchase it myself.

He spotted me as I walked towards the booth and waved. I returned the wave and found myself, again, lost in thoughts of what I’d like to do to him, to see if I could make him sweat even more than the heat. The last customers left the booth as I approached. I stood at the front of the booth and was taken by surprise when he leaned over the table and kissed me on the cheek. Although he was probably more surprised when I grabbed his shirt, pulled him back to me and kissed him on the mouth.

He told me of a restaurant within walking distance which sounded good to me, and in an air-conditioned place, I’d Bycasino giriş certainly cool off some. Not much, because I’d be with him, but some. I know we talked over dinner, which was pretty good as promised, but I don’t remember much of what we talked about. I was too involved in my own thoughts of him – what it would be like to kiss him again, to touch his bare skin, to lie next to him and feel the heat radiating from him, to drag my hair across his chest, to lick the inside of his thighs…..The waiter came by and asked if we were ready for dessert and I laughed as I told the waiter that no, we were going to be each others’ dessert. We paid the tab and left.

We walked back to the park to my car and I drove him to his car. Before he got out, I leaned over and kissed him, full on the lips. His lips were so incredibly soft, his tongue gentle as it touched my lip, wanting to explore my mouth. I responded, accepted him in, gently probing his mouth as we continued our kiss. I felt the heat he stirred in me flush my chest, my face. I reached out to touch his cheek, and felt he was as hot as me. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulled him closer to me, kissed him more urgently, felt the tingle of excitement in my pussy, the wetness spilling over onto my lace panties.

He went to his car and I followed him home. We were greeted by his black labs and had a great time playing with the dogs for a few moments. He told me to see what I could find for the CD player, then relax while he walked the dogs.

I knew what I wanted to listen to but he had none of it. I went to my purse and pulled out the CD I’d burned at home to listen to in the car. This was my “sensual” CD – incredibly heady music from Dave Koz, Brian Culbertson, Peter White, David Lanz and others. This was music, to me, that sounded like sex should feel. Hard to explain, easy to understand once it’s heard.

Kicked back on the sofa, eyes closed, I listened to the music, wrapped up in the sound and feel of it. I heard the door open and the dogs come into the house. He told me he’d be right back, he wanted to put the dogs in their room for the night. Not a problem, I thought, I’ll be here.

I felt him sit next to me, his hand touching my thigh, but not moving. I opened my eyes to look at him, suddenly seeing him shy and unsure of what to do next. I hesitated only a moment, then stood up, turned and straddled him as he sat on the couch, sitting in his lap.

I leaned in and gently kissed him. Softly on the lips, then on his cheek, his forehead, under his ear, down his neck and to the hollow in his throat. He was salty from the day in the heat and his taste was intoxicating to me. I kissed the other side of his neck, up to his ear, gently sucked on his earlobe for only a moment, then kissed his cheek and his lips. Those lips! Soft, moist, hot, waiting for me to do whatever I wanted to them.

I kissed him once again, my tongue touching his lip lightly, my teeth nipping at his lower lip. I felt his body respond to me, his cock growing hard under me. I kissed him deeply as I unbuttoned the shirt he had on, feeling the hot skin under the light cotton of his shirt. I leaned down to kiss his chest each time I revealed more of it as I unbuttoned the shirt. I moved off of him and kneeled on the floor, pulled his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned the last two buttons. I moved his shirt away from his chest, my hands softly rubbed him. His breathing deepened, his legs closed around me, enveloping me in their warmth. Slowly, I pulled at his belt, unbuckling it, moving it away from the opening of his pants. I pulled at the button, flicked it open easily then pulled the zipper down. I saw the silky material of his underwear straining from his hard cock. I pulled at his pants, he raised up to allow me to remove them, to put them at his ankles.

As he sat on the sofa in his underwear and shirt, I looked at him and saw him looking at me, a hot, sultry look, begging me not to stop whatever it was I might do to him next. I lightly touched the smooth material that imprisoned his cock and felt him respond further, his breathing heavier, his cock harder. I tugged at the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down to join his pants at his Bycasino güncel giriş ankles.

I trailed my fingernails gently up the inside of his legs from his ankles to just short of the top of the inside of his thigh – I liked to tease. His cock was very hard, standing up tall and proud, his hands to his side, his eyes fixed on me as I reached to take his cock into my hand, dipping down to lick his balls and the underside of his cock. Again, his taste salty from the heat of the day but oh so erotic and exciting. I took the head of his cock into my mouth, my right hand massaging the shaft, my left lightly tickling his balls. I alternated between having just the head of his cock in my mouth and taking in as much as I could, sucking lightly as I brought him out of my mouth and into my wet hand to continue the sensation. I listened closely to the signals he was giving by his breathing, by his muscle contractions, and knew that he was coming closer and closer to his orgasm. When I felt it was oh so close, I’d shift what I was doing to back him down a bit in intensity. From the noises I heard, I knew I was frustrating him but it didn’t matter. At least not to me.

After getting him close several times, I let go of him, his cock still hard, his eyes still locked on me. I stood, kicked off my shoes, pulled my t-shirt over my head, reached into my pocket, palming something in there, stripped off my jeans and stood before him in my bra and panties (matching set of course). I resumed my straddle position as before but with his cock in front of me instead of under me. I leaned in and kissed him on the chest, lightly biting his nipples, his breathing heavier, kissed his neck, licking the salty sweat from him. He reached behind me searching for the clasp to my lacey bra, only to find there wasn’t one. I giggled softly and leaned back up, showing the hook in the front! I placed his hands on my breasts, the nipples hard from all the excitement. He pinched them through the lace, making them harder and causing me to moan. He unclipped the bra, the cups falling to the side, my breasts heavy and hot now on his bare chest as I leaned into him so that he could remove the bra.

He pushed me back after he tossed my bra onto the floor, grasped my breasts with his hands, his fingers pinched and twisted my nipples firmly. He somehow knew not to do it too hard, just hard enough to get to that pain/pleasure line, but not crossing it. He took my breast into his mouth, gently biting the nipple, while he continued to squeeze the other with his fingers. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, the ache of needing him inside of me now overwhelmed me.

I leaned back, losing contact with his mouth. I looked down and saw his cock still so very hard and waiting. I stood quickly to remove my lace panties, then kneeled to again take his cock into my mouth, bringing him in and out, moving faster and faster. As his muscles contracted, I moved up, ripped open the condom package I’d palmed earlier, placed it on his cock then straddled him once again. This time though, with him inside of me, not under or in front of me.

It felt as though it was a long time before I was completely seated on him, the tightness of the fit so exciting to me. Once I was fully impaled, I began to rock back and forth as he rocked with me. I had my arms around his neck, pulled him to me to kiss him deeply, passionately as we continued to rock. I could feel his arms tightening around me, he legs beginning to tighten as well and knew he was close – this time, I didn’t want to tease him. I leaned back, held onto his neck with one hand while I placed the other between us to rub my swollen clit as he pounded into me, using my hips to guide me where he needed. Within moments he was coming, slamming into me as hard as he could which gave me all the extra stimulation I needed to fly over the orgasm cliff myself. My legs clamped on him as I came, hugging him tightly until it was over.

We didn’t move for several minutes but did find we were still breathing, so that was a Good Thing! After a few more minutes, I moved off of him, collapsing onto the couch and asked what was for dessert. We both laughed and kissed again. As we kissed, I felt him getting hard again. I had to laugh to myself as we started up again, that all I’d really wanted to do today was find some art to take home. But I think I liked the artistry of the artist even more – and could hardly wait to find out what he might have in store for me!

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***** HAREM-SCAREM *****
(such a lucky lad)

He awoke in a hospital bed. What was he doing here? He remembered nothing. He did not really try to remember anything. His name? His past? Not important. All that mattered were aches and pain all over, especially his head. And the hospital bed, and all the tubes and wires attached to him — they mattered, too.

Things looked and felt fuzzy and funny. Nothing was quite right. Wait, how could he know what was right? Whatever was around him and in him was not right.

People in green medical scrubs coming into the bland room with all the telemetry and stuff around him — they looked fuzzy. People shone lights into his eyes, did stuff to his skin and fingers, and said stuff, but he could not really tell what was said. Then he went back to sleep.

He awoke again with pain and some memories and more beeping. He remembered who he was and where his life was. Jon Swenson, that is who he was. Wolverton, Kansas, that is where he lived, but he lived for his team, the Wolverton Wolverines, where he was star fullback on the tiny country school’s tiny squad.

Why was he in a hospital bed and not at home, or in school, or on the field? Oh, the field… something about the field. Scrimmage on the field that winter afternoon. And then… and then he was here.

The nurse who came into the room — he knew she was a nurse because her tag said R.N. and he remembered that R.N. meant nurse and M.D. meant doctor — she said things to him and he almost remembered what she said but he mostly noticed her boobs under the ugly green scrubs. She looked like she had nice boobs. Nice butt, too, when she turned and moved. He admired her. Then he went back to sleep.

Things were clearer when he woke again. Another R.N. checked him, and an M.D. with bigger boobs and butt came into his room. They talked to him, asked him questions, and he told them stuff. But he mostly noticed that even though their hair was all inside tight caps, he could tell blondes and redheads from brunettes by their eyebrows.

He slept and woke and was fed and taken to the bathroom and he was weak, oh so weak. How could a star fullback be so weak? Why did he need a wheelchair? And when he was rolled past a window, why did it look like late spring outside?

He was told, and he remembered. He thought about it all the time he was in the physical therapy unit now. It was that winter scrimmage. His head was whacked real hard, enough for a concussion, enough to put him in a coma for four months. They had done stuff to him to keep his muscles from melting away but he still needed careful therapy.

That is what filled his mind: “I was in a coma for four months.” All of 1990 from January to April was gone. He would be in therapy all of May. And he would not graduate in June.

Not just the school and the athletics — he had also missed the spring planting on the family farm. How had Dad managed without his work?

His mind felt different and his vision had changed. He saw everything with crystal edges. He forgot lots of his football plays and remembered lots of other stuff. His thoughts took him places he had never been. Was his brain messed up? He tried to get grounded again.

He irreverently thought about the Kawasaki he bought when he was sixteen with his work savings — and a loan from Dad. He rode that big red bike the twenty flat miles from farm to school and back every day except when snow was so bad he had to take the fucking bus filled with fucking losers. He wanted to ride again.

No riding anytime soon, doctors said — too much vibration. No graduation, either, the vice principal said. Jon needed a summer school session to make up for his missed semester. THEN he could graduate and escape remote fucking nowheresville Wolverton, Kansas.

Dad and Uncle Frank had a solution. Jon was home at the farm from the Wichita hospital, still doing therapy exercises, able to walk on his own now. His coordination was returning and his muscles were nicely filling in.

“Hey kid,” Uncle Frank said, passing him a cold soda can. “Your dad is okay with my idea. I got a field assignment back east for the summer. You can stay at my place in town while I’m gone. It’s just a short walk to school and the co-op market is near. Tend my stuff and it’s yours. Just keep everything watered and trimmed, don’t make messes, no wild parties. I don’t want to hear from the sheriff, okay?” Frank’s rough hand waved his frosty beer.

Frank’s so-called ‘minifarm’ was near Wolverton Country School at the edge of town. An acre of truck garden and heavy sunflowers surrounded the faded 2-story prairie house and small barn that had so far been missed by tornados. The plot was high-fenced for privacy. The black windmill-fed cistern and Bycasino galvanized eight-foot watering tank stayed full. Frank kept no livestock so the tank was mostly for cooling off on hot days.

Jon was tempted. Keeping-up Uncle Frank’s place would be easier than farmwork at home. He knew he could cook and clean for himself and yes, school was real close. He just hated being on foot — no car or pickup was available — and being stuck in more school.

There would be few summer students — all seniors in his classroom, all girls who had missed too much of the last semester for various reasons. Jon only sweated slightly on the first day of class and the introductions. His pheromones spun a subtle aura.

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A half-dozen student desks formed a shallow arc around the teacher’s desk in the sturdy tornado-resistant brick schoolhouse’s classroom. Bookshelves, hanging maps and posters, and a blackboard gave it that iconic feel.

“What a nice small class!” The MILFy blonde mid-thirty-something teacher in a modest blue dress smiled warmly. “I hope you like the seating arrangement. I know we will have a wonderful summer session, only the few of us. I’m Teresa Emmons and I don’t know all of you so why don’t you introduce yourselves. Tara?”

“Sure, Mom.” A tall blonde girl wearing pink shorts and a light flowered blouse stood. “Like she said, I’m Tara, that’s Tara Emmons, and I hope I don’t suffer too much with my mom grading me.” Her grin was sarcastic. Her boobs and legs, like her mom’s, looked good to Jon.

Jon did not recall ever seeing either of them, nor the red-headed girls, either. They must have arrived in Wolverton after he was head-whacked.

“I’m Deidre Gallagher, call me DiDi, and my sister here is Kaitlyn, call her Katy,” said the taller redhead. Jon saw two Celtic babes standing. He loved what their thin tropical sundresses showed.

The slightly shorter girl piped up. “Before you ask, we’d be Irish twins even if we weren’t Irish. Mom had us ten months apart and we manage to be in the same school year. My big sister thinks she’s the smart one. We’ll just see about that.”

Jon knew the others a little; they were never in the same social circles. They were almost outcasts but he had never bothered them. He knew the Potawatomi (Prairie Band) Indian girl Letitia. He knew nappy-headed black Shakira, and Sandahl with cropped chestnut hair — best friends, maybe queer, or so classmates said.

“How you doing?” the curvy Indian girl in a short lemon dress asked. “I’m Letitia Mankiller, call me Tita, and it was great-grandma who did the scalping, so don’t worry Jonny boy, you can keep that mop.” Jon brushed light hair back from his eyes and watched her jiggle.

The sharp-featured black girl said, “You can NOT have missed me, Shakira Lincoln, because I am the Token Negro is this school.” She wore short brightly hand-embroidered light denim shirt and skirt, as did her best friend. They reputedly made each others’ clothes — which they both filled well.

“And I am the Token Freak here, Sandahl Osvold,” said the girl with tribal tattoo patterns adorning arms and neck. “I see what must be the Token Jock for our summer. Hi, Jonny.”

Jon mused for a moment. None of the girls, nor the teacher, were super cheerleader quality, not even for so small a hamlet as Wolverton, Kansas. But they did not look bad, especially on a hot day in scanty clothes. He brushed his neat jeans and Farm Aid t-shirt and stood.

“I’m Jon Swenson and I’m whacked in the head so you don’t have to expect too much from me. Hi, everyone.” He ostentatiously flexed his arms. “When is recess?” he asked with blue puppy-dog eyes.

“What, a motion to recess already?” Tara teased. Her eyes were bluer than Jon’s. “Can he do that, Mom?”

“Sure he can, honey. It won’t do any good. He, and you all, are stuck here for the duration if you want to graduate. This first hour is statistics. Math never goes on recess.”

Morning and afternoon academic hours broken by lunch hour, whew. A busy day and not too intense. Teresa Emmons kept a brisk but bearable pace.

Jon was surprised — no, astonished. He had not been a great student before he was head-whacked but this stuff all made sense now. Bits of formerly arcane information fit together like jigsaw puzzle pieces. He saw the patterns. What a rush! Better than chuffing nitrous.

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The first day of summer class ended. Jon was quite ready to retreat to Uncle Frank’s place that muggy afternoon. Tita surprised him. Her long hand touched his wide shoulder.

“Uhh, hey Jon, you did real good with that stuff today and I’m weak on a few things. Can I study with you awhile?” She unconsciously tugged at her lemony dress.

The walk was short. Jon sat Tita and himself at Uncle Frank’s kitchen table with iced mugs of lemonade. They hit the books and quizzed each other for a couple of hours. But the house was old, with no air conditioning, only lazy fans to circulate a Kansas summer’s thick air. Temperature and humidity were both at 99.

“I am like totally soggy,” Tita Bycasino giriş said. “Is there any way to cool off around here?” Her sleek black hair hung long and sweaty.

“Well, since you ask,” Jon said, “there’s the watering tank out back, and the shower next to it, if that’s okay with you.”

Tita looked out the back door.

“Hey, that’s a nice tall fence, isn’t it? Nobody can see in, can they?”

“Nope, it’s really private. So if you don’t have a swim suit…”

“Don’t act stupid. Come on, I need to cool off.”

“I’d rinse first.”

She was thoroughly naked by the time she reached the shower pipes that hung beside the watering tank. He was there fast. Both rinsed on the thick grass, climbed in, dunked in the warm water, sighed, and giggled.

“This is really nice. You do this often?”

Tita raised herself boobs-free above the water, dunked again, and rose with her nipples just out of sight. Her long hair’s tips stayed submerged.

“I only moved in over the weekend. I’m here for summer school, is all. I couldn’t make a commute from the farm. Sure, I soaked here before. Not lately.” He pointed at his head.

“You’ve changed,” she said, moving closer to him. “You used to be, well, not bad, but not really good either — just sort of there, doing jock stuff but not real rough, not a dickhead.”

“And you were just over there, not even watching much, like you were…”

“I’ve always played safe. I had to. I look at my people and see where too many have gone. So I study and try to be better. But I have a question.” She moved closer and touched his arm. “You’re a jock. You’ve fucked girls, right?”

He took a chance and ran a finger along her shoulderblade. “Well, some cheerleaders will do anything, but they mostly go for Jason the quarterback. But yeah, I’m no virgin.” He took another chance. “Are you?”

She put his hand on her warm boob. “I’d have flunked off cheer squad. I’ve sucked dick but no more. And… no, you don’t need to know. But did you ever make a girl cum?”

“Girls cum?” Jon asked innocently.

She slapped him, but not too hard. She held his hand tighter on her boob and pinched his pink cheek.

“Girls had better cum or they won’t be back unless you’re the quarterback.”

He thought for a moment and then moved to put his other hand on her other boob.

“What makes girls cum?” Jon asked.

“Good of you to ask, paleface. Want to find out?” Tita leaned and kissed his mouth. “I can teach you.”

He sang a bit of an old song. “I am just a student, ma’am, and I only want to learn.”

She gently swarmed into his lap. “There’s more to it than just dick. Can you eat pussy?”

He kissed her and admitted, “Well, I’ve 69’d a couple times, but mostly to get wet.”

She kissed him back and said, “You’ve got to lubricate the soul, not the hole.”

He kissed her again. “The sole? What do feet have to do with it?”

She rubbed his cheek. “Feet are really sensuous but you know that’s not what I mean. Except… well, you get extra points if you do my feet and toes right. We’ll get to that.”

“So what can you show me besides your terrific tits?”

“I can show you everything, paleface. Where is a bed?”

They climbed from the tank, showered again, and rubbed each other dry with almost-soft towels from the clothesline. He took a chance and kissed one of her nipples, then the other when she cooed after the first slurp. She held his shoulders and licked his nipples in return.

She liked kissing and being kissed. He did not mind, either.

Jon paid close attention as Tita taught explicit lessons. Kiss her face, chin, neck. Slurp boobs just so long and hard. Stroke here and here with about this much pressure. Bite here. Lick here. Now get down on your belly, put your head and tongue here, and…

“No, don’t spit in me. You are not poking anything inside me anytime soon. I’ll get wet on my own if you do me right. Yeah, like that, just like that, oh yeah…”

She ran fingers into his light hair and pulled his head up. “Run your hand down my legs, yeah like that, and rub my feet while you lick me. Yeah, oh fuck yeah, don’t stop…”

He tickled her toes. She gasped and pulled his head closer into her. She pulled his head up again after she squealed a few times.

“That’s enough with your mouth. You have a good mouth. Now I want your dick.”

He slid up between her open thighs, wet with his kisses, and aimed his cock into her. Her hand closed over his to improve his aim.

“Not so fast. Not yet. We’ll go faster soon. Oh yeah, that’s the angle, and…”

And he entered her; they sighed. She stopped uttering words. Gasps and groans, that was all. And his grunt and spew. Their first fucking did not last long. But that was only the start.

“That was pretty good, paleface. But I haven’t scalped you yet. Let’s 69.”

“But I just came in you?”

“Taste it or lose it. Your choice.”

He chose to taste it. Not immediately. First they lay diagonal across Uncle Frank’s fairly neat king bed and Bycasino güncel giriş only sucked face. Then she moved on him to put her boobs in his face and his nipples at her mouth. Then they licked navels — giggling stopped that soon. And then she moved further, shoved her wet pussy in his face, and sucked his slippery dick.

Neither found their mixed flavors too disgusting. Rather nice in a smoky way, really.

She dropped his cock from her mouth. “More tongue, like you know I like, yeah, oh yeah.” She resumed cocksucking. He got quite hard. She rolled off him and crouched.

“Now I want it harder, paleface. Do me like an animal. You’ve seen animals fuck; you’re a goddam farm boy. You’re a prize stud bull. I’m a ready heifer. Do me, bull!”

Yes, he knew how cattle fucked. He remembered the old joke about the young guy and a neighbor gal watching a bull mount a cow. The boy excitedly said, “Wow, I wish I was doing that!” and the girl replied, “Go ahead, she’s your cow,”

“Mmmmhhh!” he roared like a horny bovine, and bull-pierced her. First he held her tight smooth Indian butt in place for his thighs to regularly impact. Then he took her swinging boobs as handholds. And then he only held her and pounded. He felt her hand reach to their joining to press herself. He did not let the distraction slow him.

“Uuuhhh!” he grunted, and shot a stressed stream of semen into her gaping vaginal maw.

“Ooohhh,” she moaned, and felt waves of hot pleasure wash through her whole body.

“Aaahhh,” they sighed together when their joints gave out and he collapsed on her.

“Nice study session,” she said awhile later.

“Let me know whenever you need help with Pynchon.”

“I’ll call if I need help with Hemingway, paleface. He makes no sense.”

“You’ve just got to remember, he had a ball shot off in one of those wars, BANG!”

“Lots of those guys probably only had one ball. Drives them crazy.”

“How crazy am I with both balls and a whacked head, then?”

“Quiet, paleface. These balls are mine.” She squeezed.

“Okay, they’re all yours. Want to do it again?”

“Oh god, you’re one of those guys who just goes over and over, aren’t you? Do you jerk off ten times each night, just to keep the pressure off?”

“Five times. We’re barely past two here. Want to 69 again?”

“Oh god yes, but I’ve got to get home. Is that clock right? Mom will kill me, I’ll be so late. We’ll have to study again soon.” She kissed him with her full naked body.

He did jerk off three times that evening. Just to keep the pressure off.

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Class sessions filled Tuesday. Jon talked to Tita but she said she had household chores after school. Jon started to leave alone but DiDi Gallagher stopped him at the door after all others but her sister Katy had left.

“You chopped the logic in that review real good, Jon. You see stuff we don’t. Can we study at home with you this afternoon? Just for a couple hours, okay?”

DiDi took one of his arms. Katy took the other and said, “We hear you’re a good study.”

Jon was not about to argue. He led the red sisters wearing mixed lime and beige blouses and shorts to Uncle Frank’s kitchen table. Yes, they actually studied, and discussed, and clarified critical issues, yada yada. And they sweated, even with the fans blowing — not quite hard enough to send their papers flying.

“This has to be the hottest day of the year,” Katy said.

DiDi asked, “Isn’t there anyplace cool around here?”

“Well, there’s the watering tank out back. But you don’t have swim suits.”

DiDi took one of his arms. Katy took the other and said, “We heard it’s a nice soak.”

“Let’s shower out there first,” Jon suggested.

They more-or-less neatly piled their clothes by the back door. He saw the sisters were speckled with galaxies of freckles on their young bodies when they showered and dripped before dunking in the tank, and when they showered and dripped afterward, and when they nakedly peered around the bedroom.

Jon remembered what Tita taught him yesterday. Katy was the shorter but curvier sister and she reacted very well to his kisses and rubs and cunnilingus. Her heels pressed into his back while her taller, slimmer big sister swallowed her cries, mouth to mouth. Their kisses were so exciting to his eyes! Katy cried again when he was on top of her, missionary-style, and he came into her. Her heels only unloosed him when her sister pulled them apart.

DiDi also liked his neck-biting, nipple-sucking, navel-licking, thigh-kissing, foot-rubbing, and cunt-slurping. Her first cries drove him to roll her over into animal position and animal-fuck her. Her smart little sister kissed her face while he drove in and out. Nice!

Jon lay on his back with a naked sister on either side. His hands wandered over their boobs, bellies, and thighs. They rubbed his body and kissed his face. Fans slowly dried their sweat. It had been a good afternoon.

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Wednesday classes went smoothly. Jon found himself sparking levely discussions. Maybe that head-whack stuff was not so bad! Or maybe he would suffer over time. He shrugged — that will be THEN, this is NOW, and NOW is what he had to deal with. He was scheduled for weekly neurological checkups. I’ll stay tuned for prognoses, he thought.

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