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amit tandon wife, Another year, another Wimbledon, another semi-final … another match point. Tina had heard it said that history repeats itself, but this was surely pushing it. How could she have been so stupid…? She knew exactly how, of course. Ever since that fateful day this time last year, women’s tennis had changed beyond recognition. The photos in the next day’s papers had won her immediate condemnation from a bunch of people she did not care about, while also earning immediate super-celebrity status as one of the world’s leading sex symbols. The fact that she had ended up losing the match made no difference at all. The job offers came rolling in, though she politely declined all requests that she pose nude for men’s magazines, and her bank balance grew and grew…This fact was not lost on her fellow tennis starlets. At last year’s US Open, a succession of tiny microskirts made their way out on to the courts, and soon Tina found herself facing stiff competition. One girl, in particular, seemed to have hardly any inhibitions at all – her name was Laura Lessing and she had won the hearts and loins of millions of male admirers across the globe. She had first made news by wearing bright red French-cut panties under her short skirt, and though she received reprimands from numerous umpires she continued to wear similar underwear in tournament after tournament. Her skirts were generally not excessively minuscule, but they were made of such a light material that they flew up around her waist at the slightest breeze, and she was not quick to cover her modesty. She obviously adored the limelight.As did Tina, who found herself driven to further exhibitionistic acts on the court just so she could keep herself in the media spotlight. In the French Open, she had worn a skirt that only barely covered her buttocks, with lacy panties beneath. The skirt was made of a stiff material that would neither fly up nor ride up, but whenever she bent over she knew she was showing her panties to the crowds and the cameras.Her fan sites doubled in number, then trebled. Fan mail poured in, as did the contracts, and she carefully ignored the vicious backlash from conservative groups. The people she had intended to thrill were thrilled.For this year’s Wimbledon, she had prepared well. The stretchy skirt idea had been a good one, but it had been flawed. Now, however, she had ironed out the problems. A skirt had been designed and made for her specially – one that would ride up as she moved, but not too quickly. Unlike her night-club skirt of the previous year, this one would not end up around her waist. Indeed, even after the longest, most vigorous points, it would uncover no more than a centimetre of the lower curves of her buttocks. Thus she could be sexy, but safe in the knowledge that she was in control.The dress code for this Wimbledon had been re-written. With new money pouring into the game, big name sponsors had put pressure on the rules committee to allow the female players a little flexibility. In short, the players could wear skirts of any length as long as they covered the buttocks while the player was at rest and standing straight, and the underwear rules had been relaxed to permit any kind of underwear except thongs and g-strings. There had been fierce opposition to these changes, and a few resignations had occurred. But the changes had stuck.So, on the first day of the Wimbledon fortnight, Tina had strode on to the court wearing a semi-stretchy white miniskirt that covered her buttocks with almost an inch to spare, with a pair of pale blue French-cut panties underneath. The outfit had gone down a storm. Every day for the last week and a half, she had graced several pages of each and every tabloid in the country. She practically received a standing ovation every time she walked out on to the court.And today she faced Laura Lessing. Laura had received a similarly rapturous welcome on her first day, as she appeared on court wearing not only her trademark ‘flying’ skirt, but also a tight tank top through which the outline of her bra was clearly visible. The tabloids contained nearly as many photos of Laura as they did of Tina. In fact, over the last couple of days Tina had been incensed to discover herself almost marginalised by full-page spreads of Laura’s latest gimmick – a pair of French-cut panties that had been judiciously altered to turn them almost, but not quite, into a thong. And the committee did not object! This angered Tina. Laura was flouting the new rules and getting away with it!So last night, Tina had decided she was not going to be outdone in her own match. She had summoned her tailor (she never went anywhere without him these days), and given him the job of ‘editing’ her own panties. She showed him the picture of Laura’s bottom adorning the front page of The Quasar. “I want you to make mine even skimpier than that,” she said, “while still not being a thong.”Gerard’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “That … will be tricky,” he remarked. “But I’ll give it a try.”And so he had. The following morning, Tina was impressed with the result.“That will surely slip between my buttocks,” she observed critically.“It will, after a short while,” agreed Gerard. “But it’s not a thong – not quite. And I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of pulling it out of your arse every few points in front of the cameras.”Tina considered this, and a smile came to her lips. “Yes…” she said.“That will be fun.”But Martin, her manager, was outraged when he saw the garment. “You cannot wear that!” he exclaimed. “It’s hardly any bigger than the thong you wore last year! And just remember – you almost got banned from Wimbledon on account of that little stunt.”“It wasn’t a stunt!” objected Tina. “But that’s academic anyway. They’ve relaxed the rules since then, as well you know.”“But there are still rules,” Martin insisted. “And one of them is that thongs aren’t allowed.”“This isn’t a thong,” said Tina.“It virtually is. And when it’s bunched up between your butt cheeks, who’s going to know the difference?”“Who indeed?” Tina smiled wryly. “But I can easily prove to them that it isn’t.”Martin frowned, then turned on his heel and walked away.“He’ll get over it,” Gerard told her. “Now, about this top…”“Oh yes! Do you have it?”“It’s in your bag,” said the tailor. “Check it out – I think you’ll like it.”Tina hurried through to her room and placed the almost-thong on her bed next to her equipment bag. Opening the bag, she smiled as she spotted a white cut-off t-shirt folded neatly on the top. She smiled to herself.This was her latest gambit – exposure of the midriff. She pulled it out and held it up, giggling naughtily. Then she pulled out the miniskirt and sighed happily as she imagined the whole combination. This was going to be a good day. Finally she went through the rest of the equipment in the bag, making sure it was all present. She was not going to make the same mistake she had made this time last year!Placing her racquets in the bag first, she re-packed everything, leaving her clothing until last. She hesitated for a moment, then resisted the temptation to try the clothes on before packing them, too. She laid the panties and the skirt side by side on top of her track suit, then placed the t-shirt on top.“Tina?”She turned around at the sound of her manager’s voice. “Yes Martin?”“Waldo’s here – he wants to talk to you about tonight’s do.”Tina frowned. “Couldn’t he have phoned?”“He was in the hotel,” explained Martin. “Thought he’d ‘just drop by’ or something.”“Okay, I’m coming.” Tina stood up and went out to meet her agent.Waldo was a tall man with a thick crop of wild grey hair that always looked as if he’d been out in a strong wind. He had a habit of finishing every other sentence with “don’t you know” and his eyebrows bobbed up and down as he talked. Tina found him rather intimidating, but he was the best agent she’d had.“Ahem, well Tina, good morning and how do you do,” he pronounced sternly.“I’ve been chewing the old fat with the blokes at the press office and they happened to bring up the subject of interviews, don’t you know. So I thought to myself, as I am wont to do, ‘now here if I am not greatly mistaken is an opportunity old boy’ and …”Tina only half-listened, fascinated by his eyebrows, as Waldo trundled on through a terribly one-sided conversation at the end of which he paused, awaiting her response. She shook herself. “Ah, whatever you think is best, Waldo,” she said. “I trust your judgment.”“Most gratifying I am sure, well I’ll be tootling off now if you’ll pardon my flying visit – oh and I have another advertising contract I need to discuss with you, but it can wait until tonight, what? Or even tomorrow don’t you know. Toodle-pip.” And with that he swept out of the room.“We should be leaving,” said Martin, coming back into the room. “Are you ready?”“Sure,” said Tina. “Let me grab my bag.”She walked back into her bedroom and reached down to zip up her bag. Then she stopped. Something was not quite right. Her eyes narrowing, she slid her hand down the side of the bag and pulled out a white object that she had just glimpsed the corner of. It was a pair of conservative white panties.Annoyed, she flung them on to the floor. “Thought you’d try to convince me of the error of my ways, did you Martin?” she muttered.She said nothing to Martin as they left the hotel, and only in the car did she finally break her silence. “Honestly Martin,” she reprimanded him.“Sometimes you act just like my mother.”“Huh?” Martin looked puzzled.“The panties?”“Oh.” Martin flushed and responded defensively, “Well I’m sorry, but there are limits, you know.”“Just forget it,” said Tina.In the Centre Court changing rooms she met up with her arch-rival, and today’s opponent, Laura Lessing. “Hi,” said Tina rather coldly.“Hi Tina!” Laura gushed. “Wow, I’m so happy to be playing against you at last! You are my absolute hero, you know.”Tina was utterly disarmed, and found herself rather flustered. “Well, I…” she began. “Thank you! That’s nice of you to say so.”“I think it’s great what you’ve done for women’s tennis,” continued Laura.“You’ve possibly seen my, um … tributes … to your groundbreaking stunt last year…”“It wasn’t…” Tina began, before changing her mind. “Well, I guess I always figured you were trying to outdo me,” she said. “You must admit you’ve become rather popular yourself…”“I know!” Laura’s eyes were like saucers, as if she could barely comprehend the idea. “Isn’t it amazing? I mean, I’m nowhere near as pretty as you – I’m just overwhelmed at the attention I’ve got.”Tina chuckled. “Have you ever thought of, you know, toning it down a little?”Laura looked surprised. “Why, no,” she said. “Have you?” But she did not wait for a response before continuing in a conspiratorial whisper, “I just love to go a little further each time, you see. I know sooner or later I’ll get into trouble, but isn’t it amazing what they’ll let you get away with this year?”“Yes, it is,” agreed Tina. She sighed and began to undress. “Guess we’d better get into our skimpy outfits then.”Laura giggled. “Ooh yes,” she said.Tina pulled her t-shirt and skirt out of her bag, then stared into her bag in horror. Her heart plummeted into her shoes. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed.“What is it?” asked Laura in alarm.“My panties! They’re not here!”“What? Are you sure?”Tina suddenly realised with a shock that Martin had not only placed a conservative pair of panties in her bag, he had removed the other pair at the same time! “I don’t believe it!” she said. “My manager’s taken them out!”“Can’t you wear what you’re wearing now?” inquired Laura. “As I understand it, that’s what you did last year.”“I’m not wearing underwear,” hissed Tina sharply.“Ah,” said Laura. “Oops.”“Hey, are you wearing panties?” asked Tina on a sudden thought.“Yes but…”“Great! Can I wear them?”“No! I’m wearing the ones I’ll be wearing on the court!”“Oh.” Tina was crestfallen. “Good grief, what a fix.”“What skirt have you got?” inquired Laura.Tina showed her.Laura nodded. “Ah yes, I know that one. It doesn’t ride up much, does it?”“Not much,” conceded Tina. “But enough, probably.”“Maybe not, if you’re careful. And won’t it be awesome? Think of it – the first woman to play tennis at a Grand Slam tournament without panties!” Tina groaned. “I suppose it’s possible I might get away with it,” she said. “But I’ll be giving you the advantage.”Laura waved her hand dismissively. “Nonsense,” she said airily. “You’re the better player – you’ll have no problems.”Tina stared at Laura, perplexed. “What kind of pep-talk do you give yourself?” she inquired. “Are you expecting to lose?”“I don’t mind.” Laura shrugged. “I’m just out to play my best and have a good time. I don’t have any illusions.”Tina shook her head in great puzzlement, then sighed as she considered her position. Eventually she decided to bite the bullet, and changed into her miniskirt, sports bra and cut-off t-shirt. The latter item caught her by surprise – it was far tighter than she had imagined.Laura whistled. “Wow, sexy!” Tina chuckled. The top really was tight – it clung to every curve of her breasts and the bra beneath made highly visible ridges in its fabric. She decided she rather liked the effect.But then she noticed what Laura was wearing. She gasped. “Oh my goodness!” Laura had really pulled out all the stops, knowing she was up against the woman who had started the whole revolution in women’s tennis wear. Her light skirt had been drastically reduced in length – it barely covered her buttocks – and she was wearing a tight lycra crop-top that made Tina’s t-shirt seem almost conservative. “How do I look?” she asked.“You look … naked!” exclaimed Tina.Laura giggled. “Why thank you!” she said.The two girls donned their track suits and walked out to meet the crowd, to whistles and cheers and great applause. They lapped it up. Then Martin arrived.“Where have you been?” Tina hissed.“Getting a drink,” he said. “What’s up?”“What’s up??” Tina fought to control her anger. “Martin you idiot, I didn’t realise you’d taken my panties out of my bag!”“Huh?”“Those ones you put in there – I threw them away! Now I have nothing!” Martin gasped in shock. “Oh … my … God,” he managed at last.“Tell me about it. Now do you think you can go and get me some?”“Well, I’ll try,” he said, “but you know what the traffic’s like. Remember the last time?”“You don’t need to go all the way back to the hotel,” she told him. “Just find a clothes shop.”Martin nodded. “Okay,” he said, and hurried off.The sky was overcast as the two girls took off their track suits to rapturous applause. Cameras snapped in their hundreds. Tina had stomach butterflies as she began her warm up with a few serves from the right-hand side of the court. But her skirt stayed put (pretty much), and she made sure its hem stayed well below her buttocks. The breeze on her naked pussy made her feel terribly uneasy, but she forced herself not to think about it, and tried to concentrate on serving well.Meanwhile, Laura was getting all the attention. She was leaping high in every serve, her skirt flying up to reveal a pair of white silk panties that were almost as small as the ones Tina had been planning to wear. And they looked as if they were several sizes too small. Already the material at the back was creeping between her buttocks, and she made no attempt to rectify the situation. And she took her time about bending over (with straight legs) to pick up balls from the grass.Tina was a little relieved not to have all the cameras scrutinising her, but also rather annoyed that the crowd was watching Laura and not her.Nevertheless, she did not dare to let her skirt ride any higher than it was doing already, so she forced herself to ignore her opponent’s exhibitionistic antics and the crowd’s response.The match began. As expected, Tina’s skirt did not ride up much, and she began to relax a little. She was careful not to allow any point to go on for too long (sometimes this meant giving Laura the occasional point, but she could afford them), and gradually she began to feel that she was, after all, in control. After four games, the score was 3:1, and Tina was about to serve in the fifth when it began to rain.It was just a light drizzle, but after only a couple of points the grass was beginning to get slippery, and after a meaningful glance from Tina, the umpire ordered the covers to be brought out. Tina was relieved – it would buy her some time before Martin got back.But the covers were not on for long. Five minutes later the rain had ceased, and the players were cleared to resume the game. This they did, but this time Laura had the advantage. The damp grass caused them both to slip on several occasions, but whereas Laura took this in her stride, relishing the opportunity to flash her panties yet again, Tina could not afford to let her skirt ride up at all. So she played it safe, taking only small steps, while Laura capitalised on the opportunity to break serve for the first time.The drizzle began again in the next game, but stopped after only a couple of minutes. Tina was by now getting rather frustrated. She lost to Laura’s serve, then lost her own serve after that. Things were not going well. On the positive side, the rain was causing her t-shirt to cling even tighter to her chest, and the material was even easier to see through now that it was damp.Laura could not help but notice this as she came all the way up to the net to slam home a winning cross-court volley. She realised that her own crop top was not the type of garment to turn transparent in the rain, and she wished she had thought to wear a thin t-shirt like Tina’s. But perhaps there was something else she could do…At the beginning of the ninth game, with the score at 5:3 (to Laura), Tina bounced a ball in front of her, glancing occasionally at her opponent. She watched as Laura hopped from one foot to the other, bouncing on the spot, and then frowned. Laura seemed a little more … bouncy? than usual.And then she realised the startling truth: that her opponent had taken off her bra! Laura’s crop top was now bouncing under the influence of a pair of decidedly unfettered breasts (and Laura’s chest was fairly large for a tennis player).“Two can play at that game,” thought Tina to herself, and she clenched her teeth in a new resolve.Determined to pull herself back into the match, Tina began to take a few more risks. She managed to win her serve, but then had a nasty fright in Laura’s service game. While running at full-stretch to intercept an attempted pass, she slipped and abruptly did the splits (almost) on the damp grass. She squealed in horror and immediately closed her legs, pulling her skirt down to cover her neatly-trimmed pubic hair.There were one or two puzzled stares from the crowd, but the glimpse had been too brief for them to be sure about what they had seen. Tina could almost hear their comments: “Did you just see what I saw? Well, I’m not sure… it looked like she’s not wearing panties… Of course, I could be wrong…”She got to her feet, somewhat rattled, and returned to the baseline. The next couple of points went badly, and soon she found herself facing the wrong end of a set point. Biting her lip in anxiety, she was almost wrong-footed as the ball came hurtling down the court to her right-hand side. She launched herself towards it.Her foot slipped, and shot backwards. She sank to the floor as the ball whipped past her unmet. Her skirt had ridden up again and she hastily pulled it down as she got to her feet. Again, the whispers…“Game and first set to Miss Lessing,” announced the umpire.Tina sighed unhappily and prepared to serve. The lack of a bra certainly had not severely handicapped her opponent’s game. In fact, she seemed to have acquired a new confidence and was making very few errors. Still, her serve was not strong and could be beaten.By serving well, and taking some judicious risks, Tina succeeded in winning her service game. Smiling to herself as she sat down, she decided to up the stakes in the battle for the press’s attention. As surreptitiously as she could, she unclasped her bra and slipped it off, pulling it out through the left arm-hole of her t-shirt and dropping it into her bag. Immediately the damp t-shirt clung to her bare breasts, and with an involuntary shiver she realised she could just make out her nipples through the thin material. She was sure that the press cameras would also be able to see them.Without bra or panties, she walked out on to the court in just a cut-off t-shirt and a microskirt. Feeling naked and vulnerable but also rather aroused, she winked at Laura before her opponent served. The sensation of playing with no restraints on her breasts, however, was too unfamiliar and her return went wide. Laura’s next serve she pounded back into the net.Cursing to herself, she prepared to try again. She was annoyed with herself for having so much difficulty playing without a bra, when Laura seemed to be managing just fine.‘She probably practices without a bra all the time,’ she thought to herself suddenly. ‘Oh heck, what have I let myself in for?’ She lost that game, and then her own service game. Now 2:1 down, she watched as Laura prepared to serve once again. Her nineteen-year-old opponent’s crop top seemed a little skimpier somehow, and Tina frowned.What had the dratted girl done now? A brief rendezvous at the net in the next point answered her question.Laura had folded over part of her top, so that not only was it now more revealing, but it was also serving to keep her breasts in place more effectively. This was a clever plan, but it was risky – too much bouncing and Laura’s breasts would pop out from underneath the crop top. No doubt that added to the girl’s thrill.The drizzle began again, but not before Tina had broken serve, and then held on to her own serve, to bring the score to 3:2. As the two girls sat down in their respective places, the umpire leaned over to speak to Tina.“Miss Hathaway?” he said.Tina looked up guiltily. She folded her arms across her chest, convinced he was going to reprimand her for removing her bra. But she was mistaken.“How’s the court?” he asked. “I’m considering abandoning play, but it’s up to you two. Miss Lessing is happy to continue, so it’s your decision.”Tina thought for a moment. Martin was not back yet, but he surely would be soon. And she was beginning to play better now. Finally she was back in the lead, and she was becoming confident she could stay ahead until the end of this set. Furthermore, she was enjoying the way the drizzle was making her t-shirt more see-through every minute. “I’m okay for the moment,” she said. “It’s not that bad out there.”“Very well,” said the umpire, nodding.Tina took a swig from her water bottle, then got up and returned to the court.Two lost games later, she was regretting her decision. The drizzle had stopped, but the ground was still rather wet and slippery. She no longer felt she had an excuse for requesting that play be abandoned, and her t-shirt was not getting any more transparent. Facing what could possibly be her penultimate game of this tournament, she decided to go all out in her efforts to win the publicity battle. If she could not win the match, at least she could still steal the next day’s headlines from that upstart Laura.Carefully and deliberately, she poured the remaining contents of her water bottle over her chest, making sure she covered both breasts equally. The material quickly turned almost completely transparent, and despite herself she gasped at the sight of her breasts staring back at her. The wet t-shirt clung tightly to every contour and concealed nothing.Holding her head high (while trying not to meet anyone’s gaze), she marched out on to the court once again. Laura did the same, but then her jaw dropped as she saw Tina’s transformation. Tina saw her giggle and then hold up a thumb in admiring support.“Miss Hathaway…” came the umpire’s voice over the loudspeaker.Tina trotted over to speak to him.The umpire leaned over and said, “Enough is enough, Miss Hathaway. This is not a wet t-shirt contest, it is a tennis match. The new rules regarding the dress code are there to encourage freedom of expression, not indecent behaviour. Do you have another shirt?”“I’m afraid not,” confessed Tina.The umpire sighed. “And where is your bra?”“It broke,” Tina lied.“All right, but one more lewd act on your part and I will disqualify you and ban you from the tournament. The whole tone of this event has dropped through the floor, and I’m damned if I’m going to take it any more.”Tina nodded. “I understand.” Rather subdued, she returned to the court.The game went badly. Tina found her t-shirt highly distracting, and with every bounce it rode higher and higher and threatened to expose her breasts to the world. Soon it was revealing as much flesh as Laura’s crop top.Nevertheless, she liked the effect and did not attempt to replace it, until she heard a warning cough from the umpire. She hastily pulled it down.She lost that game, and prepared to serve to stay in the match. She served well, but a good return surprised her and she failed to clear the net with her follow-up shot. Then she noticed that her vigorous serve had resulted in her t-shirt being hoisted up high on her chest. Only a half-inch of material extended below the lower curve of her breasts. Rather reluctantly, she pulled the t-shirt down.The next few serves had similar effects, but a longer point almost resulted in her breasts popping free of the t-shirt entirely. She won two points, but also lost two.So now she was at match point, again, and this time her predicament was even worse. What could she do? If she preserved her modesty and lost, was that any better than going all out and perhaps being banned from the rest of the tournament? Probably not.She served, and at once felt her t-shirt climb up again. But she ignored it and concentrated on trying to predict where Laura’s return would end up.It was short – that was good. Tina raced forward and whipped the ball over to the far corner. But Laura, realising the danger, was already almost there. She hammered it back down the line, and Tina had to lunge to reach it. She made it, just, and the ball bounced high off her racquet – a mis-hit.Laura was quick to take advantage, her chest bouncing as she ran around the back of the ball. She attempted to fire it down the right-hand line, but Tina caught it at the net with a drop volley. However, it bounced harder off her racquet than she had intended, leaving Laura with an easy opportunity for a lob. Tina raced backwards, only to find to her horror that Laura was not going for the lob at all. She was responding with a drop shot of her own.Tina sprinted forwards, just reaching the ball in time. But as she dug her feet in to brake herself, they slid on the wet grass, shooting right under the net. Tina yelped as she fell to the ground and slid forwards on her back. Her skirt, caught by the net as she passed beneath it, was yanked up to her waist. Her t-shirt was pulled up by sheer friction, both on the ground and on the bottom of the net, until it was wrapped around her neck.At this point Tina came to an abrupt halt, with her head on one side of the net and her rather unclothed body on the other.The crowd fell into a stunned silence, then erupted in a cacophony of wolf-whistles, cheers and thunderous applause. The umpire’s announcement of “Game, set and match to Miss Lessing” went completely unheard. Laura, meanwhile, walked over to where Tina was lying with her pussy and breasts fully exposed to the crowd and to the world’s photographers. She looked down at Tina and smiled.“You win,” she said.THE END My life took a serious turnaround when my husband died. My daughter Amber and I were left alone in our big house all alone. If I had not met Julie I don’t know how I would have made it through. Julie is my next door neighbor and after my neighbors had heard the news about my husband dying she came over to give condolences. We talked all night and I found out that her husband had died the in a car accident a few years ago. She and I instantly hit it off. Months went by and Julie and I were the best of friends. Friendship turned to love and we became sex craved sluts around each other! We both had tight bodies and busty chests and she had beautiful, natural red hair. I never knew I wanted a women until I had her. Then I craved them. If I could, I would live off her sweet pussy juices forever. Both Julie and I knew that we needed to keep our affair a secret so we did our best. But it seemed like everyday our torrid sexual affair got a little more extreme. We both knew someone would be in on it. Little did we know that it would be my sixteen year old daughter. “I saw something last night that is gonna blow your mind Dottie!” Julie exclaimed to me on the phone. I nearly dropped the phone when she actually told me what it was. Julie had snuck into my back yard and up to my bedroom window in hopes of catching me naked or doing something naughty and got so much more than she bargained for. Julie saw my daughter Amber on my bed with my vibrator deep inside her cunt! I was speechless. I had only left Amber for a few minutes to run to the store! Was she that sex starved? “It was by far one of the sexiest things I have ever seen hon!” Julie said into the phone. With each detail she gave me I could feel my nipples stand up against my blouse. Then I got an idea. “Tonight I will tell Amber I am going out with you and we will hide at your house. When we see my bedroom light go on we sneak through the fence and watch her!” I whispered to her. Later that night I told Amber that I was going and I set up a little trap in my room before I left. I laid my vibrator out and put a lesbian porno tape next to it. If she was at all interested in girls she could lay on my bed and watch the tape while using my vibrator on her tight pussy. Not even five minutes after I left Julie and I saw my bedroom light go on. We snuck out her kitchen door and over to my back yard. We were actually giggling! Julie was true to her word. Amber was halfway undressed over at the vcr putting in the tape. It clicked on and she finished undressing. Her body was perfect! Her pussy had barely any hair and her breasts were blossoming into full perky tits. She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Then she got my vibrator and began running it up and down her slit. A small moan escaped her lips. Julie and I watched in rapture as her masturbating became more intense. Now was the moment to catch her. I led Julie around to the front door and we quietly snuck in. When I got to my bedroom I took a deep breath and pushed the door open. “And what do you think you are doing young lady?” I questioned. “Oh my god! Mom!” Amber screamed.lesbian mom daughter sex storiesAmber’s body jumped when she saw me, causing the vibrator to sink all the way inside her teen cunt. Amber’s mouth went a mile a minute trying to explain herself. Finally she slowed down and just said, “I can’t help it Mom, I’m horny all the time.” “Have you been messing around with boys?” I asked her. “No Mom, no boys,” she said. I thought it was a long shot but I asked her anyways, “What about girls?” “Yes Mom, I have been having sex with Marcie,” she said. Marcie was her best friend. She was the same age with a petite frame and small perky tits. I consoled Amber and told her it was alright. I even told her about Julie and I to make her feel better.The next thing I knew, Julie was beside her spreading her legs and taking the still humming vibrator out of her slippery pussy. Amber groaned and I felt myself get wet. “It’s ok Honey,” I said as I leaned down to kiss Amber’s cheek. Amber turned her face and our lips met. I eased my tongue out slowly and licked her lips. Soon we were tongue kissing each other deeply as Julie slid the vibrator back in to my daughter’s pussy. Julie and I got naked and we all laid down on the bed. Amber’s eyes were glued to Julie’s chest. “Do you like her body sweetie?” I asked her. Amber nodded and reached out to take Julie’s big tits in her hands. I reached down and fingered myself as I watched them start to fuck. Julie moved the vibrator in and out roughly as Amber sucked her tits and ran her fingers along her bush. I took the vibrator out and sucked all of my daughter’s juices off of it before slipping it into my dripping cunt. Julie and Amber got on their knees and fingered each other’s pussies while they licked each other’s tongues. Juices were running down their hands as they bucked against each other’s fingers in orgasm. This got me too and I came all over the humming vibrator. We all collapsed in a naked pile and relaxed. “Mom, can Marcie spend the night this weekend?” Amber asked with a mischievous grin. The weekend came and Marcie’s mom dropped her off. Julie came over and the three of us played it cool so nothing would seem out of the ordinary. After dinner we all went to the living room and watched a movie. Halfway through, Amber and Marcie got up and headed for my bedroom. Julie winked at me and we sat for a few minutes before getting up and going to the room. When we walked in, Amber was on her knees with her head in between Marcie’s legs as she laid back on the bed. “Mind if we join you?” Julie asked. Marcie looked a little shocked but Amber said, “Sure Mom, that’s sounds great.” Julie and I undressed each other slowly for the girls, putting on a striptease. “Mom you and Julie shaved your pussies!” Amber exclaimed when she saw our mature hairless mounds. “We wanted to be baby smooth just like you darling,” Julie said as she crawled on to the bed. Soon we were all on the bed touching each other. The girls were in a sixty-nine and Julie and I were sucking each other’s tits. I was getting so fucking hot! Then the phone rang.taboo gay storiesIt was Marcie’s mom asking if we could keep her for the weekend so she could have some time with her husband. I agreed and she asked to talk to her daughter. I looked over and saw Marcie’s tongue buried deep in my daughter’s pussy. “She’s right in the middle of something with Amber,” I said. She said not to disturb them and we hung up. “So, who wants to get fucked?” I asked. The girls piped up so I went to my box under the bed filled with toys. I got out mine and Julie’s strap ons and handed one to her. “Let’s fuck the hell out of these tight pussies!” I said to Julie as we strapped on our dildoes and put the girls on all fours. I fucked my baby girl and Julie did Marice. That whole weekend was filled with sex games and orgies. I hated to see Marcie go. I found out that she was great at finger fucking. Months went by and things stayed the same. We all had sex on a regular basis. Marcie’s parents had split up and she had seduced her mother in a weak moment. They had sex quite often. Julie sold her house and came to live with Amber and I. We renovated our den into a sexual haven. It was a kinky room with a huge bed, a videocamera, and even a swing in the ceiling! When Julie and I finished it, we giggled at how much it looked like we were running a sex shop! Marcie let her mom in on our lifestyle and she came over. We all ravaged her! She is a regular in our circle (more like daisy chain) now. We are all hoping to find a sixth girl to add to the fun and even things out but for now, things couldn’t be any hotter.

Rebecca and I had always felt a connection between us. We both did well at school and achieved good grades but we both suffered the downside to school life – being unpopular. In the two years that followed my high school graduation, I decided not to go to college, instead I took it easy, and generally was as slack as all the other kids had been at school. My sister had a different agenda; upon finishing school she went to college and became Miss Popular. I particularly resented the fact that she had broken the `spell’ and left me as the social misfit alone with my parents. I hardly left the house and if I did it was solely in order to get drunk, it was that bad. One day my sister returned for the weekend, she was due to go to a friend’s party and she made the most of the opportunity to eat at some level of luxury at the expense of my parents. When she arrived back home, you would have thought that Royalty had arrived. There was a ridiculous façade that everyone was really happy at home and everyone pretended to have missed my sister. When I saw her I just smiled and said hello. I knew that later she would discuss how I was feeling and ask if I had got out of my lethargic state yet. I hesitate to say it but sometimes I felt like I actually hated her, because of how popular she was and how goddamn nice she was to everyone. After some appalling takeaway pizza and some cringe-worthy conversation about life in a different city, I retired to my bedroom and remembered that I had bought a CD some weeks ago, that my sister would probably want to copy. I always did this for some reason, it was probably due to being so lonely and not having anyone to talk to half the time. I shouted to my sister that I had the CD and she said to put it on in her bedroom and she would come in and listen, after she had finished clearing the kitchen table. I had often gone into her bedroom when she was away at college and just looked around, you know stuff like old diaries and some photos of her and her friends partying. It depressed me really. I put the CD on and sat down on her bed. Rebecca came in and asked me about what I had been doing since she saw me last. I just replied nothing. She turned on the television and paid no attention to the CD. I stared vacantly at the television set. It was Friends, a programme that I would never watch. The characters in it were just too unrealistic and I despised the fact that they were all living together whilst I was living with my parents. I shivered, not at the show but at the atmosphere in the air. I was only wearing a T-shirt and jeans but even so, the air was really cold. My parents were real cheapskates and always did things on the cheap and that often meant the heating was switched off. “If you’re cold, put a top on,” my sister said in her ever so cheery way. I told her that my room was too far away. It was the room next to hers but my lethargic mood had set in. “Borrow one of mine?” she asked motioning to her chest of drawers. I told her that I was not quite at the stage where I would wear women’s clothes. She smiled at this as if she was relieved. I snuggled up to the pillow on her bed and continued shivering. “Lay down in the bed if you want,” she said. “I’m sure it’s clean.” I moodily climbed into the bed as if I did not want to. My sister switched off the CD and told me that she had to sort out her books, as she needed to take some back to college. I did not answer; I just lay in my sister’s bed and stared at the TV screen. My hands reached down to my groin, as they seemed to do, almost by instinct whenever I lay in bed. As I did this, I saw the outline of Jennifer Anniston’s nipples pointing through her denim dress. I looked over at my sister as she busied herself with her bookcase. My hands stroked my penis and my balls as I focused on the denim-clad nipples. I kept checking to see what my sister was doing, she seemed happy sorting out her books. I was getting nervous that my sister might turn and see a bulge under the sheets. But those nipples were so prominent! My penis was now erect and I could not resist jerking it lightly. A smile came across my face as I felt my temperature rise. The momentum of my jerking had risen; I looked over at my sister who was bending over. I slowed down my jerking and it suddenly occurred to me. My sister was not bad looking, her ass, which I had never noticed before, was nice and round and before I knew it my masturbation tempo speeded up. I glanced back at the television and there was those nipples again, wanting to be let out of that dress. Maybe this was why Friends was so popular. My heart stopped and I heard a noise. The sound of my fist hitting the sheets seemed deafening! Once again, my jerking slowed down. The rhythm of my masturbating was now slow as to be discreet but just fast enough to maintain any kind of satisfaction. The sound of my fist making slight contact with the sheets was then interrupted by a coughing noise. A deliberate coughing noise. My sister stood staring at me and the bulge that protruded from under her bed sheets. My face burned with guilt. I tucked my penis back into my pants and looked away from my perfect sister. I closed my eyes and tried to picture a calming situation but all I could think about was Jennifer Anniston’s nipples and my sister’s ass. I felt the mattress plunge as she sat down next to me. “What are we going to do with you?” her voice was calm under the circumstances. I whimpered a noise, which in my mind resembled `sorry’. “I know you’re going through a bad patch and everything so I’m not going to get mad,” from her voice it sounded like she was smiling. I slowly turned to face her. I had to admit it was sister was good looking. Her short brown hair and her tanned complexion were really pretty. Her breasts were a decent size and were kept underneath a tight black top. She had left to go to college as a real plain Jane but now… “We all do it,” she touched my face with the side of her hand as she said it. I’m surprised she did not burn her hand, I was blushing that much. “Do what?” I asked. I was embarrassed and was staring at her breasts seeing if her nipples protruded like Jennifer Anniston’s. They weren’t. “You know, touch… ourselves,” she smiled awkwardly. “Do you?” I regretted it as soon as I said it. She nodded her head.sex“What’s wrong?” she asked, “Are you having girl trouble?” I was always having girl trouble. Trouble even speaking to a girl. Tears formed in my eyes as I realised the situation I was in, my sister had caught me masturbating and now she was about to realise the truth. “I’m a virgin,” I whispered it as if it were some terrible secret that she could never have guessed. “I know,” she said and smiled. What does she mean she knows, I thought! She could have at least feigned surprise. She stroked my hair. I looked into her eyes and my penis stirred. “Does it bother you?” she asked. I nodded. “What can I do about it?” I asked in anguish, and felt my manhood twitch nervously. “Go out, meet girls, talk to them. Let them get to know the real you.” I sat upright and my semi-erect penis withered again. “Look at me, girls don’t want men like me,” I pulled the hand I had been using to masturbate and pointed at myself. “Who wants this?” That question seemed to hit her. She looked at me in pity and sat silently for a few uncomfortable minutes. I looked away again and stared at the wall. My sister put her hand on my shoulder, forcing me to face her. She lowered her voice. “James, I’m going to do something for you,” she looked me all over as she said it. “I can’t help you lose your virginity, but I’ll do something else for you. For one night only.” She put her hand under the bed sheets, unzipped my jeans, and placed her hand on my penis. She gripped it tightly and began to stroke it. “What are you doing?” I said alarmed. “Are you saying you want me to stop?” I shook my head and looked at the television screen. Jennifer Anniston was still wearing that dress. “What are we going to do?” I asked trying to keep calm as my sister pulled her hand out and stroked her breast suggestively. “We can do anything you want, apart from having full sex and you can’t eat my pussy” I was shocked as she said the word pussy. “I want to do you a favour but I won’t go as far as that.” She smiled and pulled away the bed sheets from over me. I lay still with my penis now visibly poking out of my jeans. “So do you want me to do anything for you?” I wondered what the hell my sister was doing and saying. This was someone who had entered the world the same way as I had the girl who used to call me `pig’ when I was five. Rebecca moved her hands over to the top of my jeans and pulled them down. “Don’t you want me to?” she said when she realised that I was as motionless as a statue. “No, please carry on,” I said softly as Jennifer Anniston’s nipples stared back at me as if they were mocking me. I moved so that my legs dangled down from the bed and my penis pointed upwards towards my sister. “Could you…” I paused and gazed at the bumps from under my sisters top. “Could I what?” she asked patiently. “Take off your top so I could see your nipples?” I wanted to see if they were like Jennifer Anniston’s. Rebecca smiled and unzipped her top at the back and pulled it off her and threw it next to me on the bed. “I’ll let you take off my bra,” she sat next to me and moved her head so that she could kiss me. I kissed her back and slowly removed her bra. She moved her head back a little so her breath fell on my face. “Kiss me harder, James.” I obliged and kissed her stronger than before. I opened my eyes and saw the credits for Friends roll. My hands moved upward over my sister body and fell on her breasts, they were soft and round I stroked them and felt my sister grab my penis. She pulled her face away from me. “Is that the first time you’ve been kissed?” I nodded and stared at her tanned cleavage. Her nipples were pointed and inviting. “Go ahead.” She said and motioned me to them. My head went down towards her right nipple and licked it. My sister laughed and told me to be `nasty’. I placed my mouth around it and sucked, flicking it with my tongue. I sucked the nipple and pulled it with my lips and teeth before releasing it and looking at it in all its swollen glory. My hands ran through my sister’s hair and as my hand touched her neck, her head bobbed down and her mouth encompassed my penis. Her tongue tickled the head before she looked up.ass sex stories“One shot deal,” she said. “You cum and that’s it, no more favours.” I nodded my head knowing that despite the limitations of the night it would be my only offer until I met a deaf, dumb and blind girl. Her head again sank onto my penis. She seemed to know what she was doing with my cock and I had to wonder what kind of servicing her boyfriend was getting if that was just the version reserved for her virgin no -hope brother. Rebecca really pumped my cock with her mouth, which until recently I thought was one of the purest mouths in the world, I mean, I’d never even heard her swear before! As she pumped faster and faster her hands gripped my backside and squeezed my buttocks. My hands lay firmly on her head as I massaged her hair and neck. I could not believe it; this was my sister blowing me off! My perfect sister, miss popular, the girl that is going to be a lawyer, the girl whose boyfriend is built like a brick shithouse, my sister who left me on my own with my parents, my sister who this very evening had caught me masturbating over Jennifer Anniston’s nipples… Aaarrggh. I was cumming! My sister struggled with the jets of hot white semen and dribbled some onto the floor. My head spun at the sight and the thought of what was happening. I blinked as if to test if I was dreaming, but when my eyes opened I saw my sister looking up at me whilst she licked her lips. . “Okay?” my sister, asked as my spunk dribbling down her chin. I nodded my head and stared at her cleavage. I would probably never see tits this nice again I thought to myself as my sister cleaned herself up and threw me a small paper towel. As I cleaned my confused penis with the paper towel I gazed at my sister’s ass and wondered why I didn’t get to see it. I was in the perfect position to see that beautiful round ass. I cursed myself, put on my clothes slowly, and wondered what the hell my sister was thinking. Did she regret this? Would she want to do it again? And more importantly, would she tell anyone about it? I picked up my CD, and left the room in a state of confusion. As I entered my bedroom, I smiled to myself. Wow, Jennifer Anniston’s nipples. Any comments to One evening I chatted with a man online who expressed interest in a real meeting. He sent me a pic of himself and I must say I found him to be very sexy. The pic showed a very good looking black man, about 6′ 4,” 220 lbs dressed in a t shirt that showed off his strong muscular frame. He seemed very nice as we chatted and I finally consented to meeting him at a motel. I was very excited as we firmed up the details of our meeting and couldn’t wait to get to the motel and get ready for him. I got to the motel early and began preparing myself for my new boyfriend’s arrival. I stripped immediately and excitedly went to the bathroom to begin my transformation into the sexy girl I so much want to be. I put on eye makeup, blush and then bright red lip stick that matched the polish on my pretty toes. When my makeup was complete I donned my red mini dress and black stockings. I then put on my wig — I looked in the mirror and loved the way my dress accentuated my shapely legs. I pranced around the room watching myself in the mirror for a while and then suddenly noticed a Hispanic man apparently from the housekeeping staff peer in the window as he passed by. I suddenly realized that I had left the curtain of the large window that encompassed the entire outside wall of the room next to the door open a couple of feet. They could actually see me! I sat on the bed crossing my legs and watched other staff members pass by, some across the parking area and others right outside my room. They all seemed to look in my direction as they passed. As I sat there a young pretty Hispanic woman looked into the window and gave me an amused smirk. I was embarrassed and excited – not knowing whether I should shut the curtains or to display myself for their amusement. Knowing they could see me thrilled me. I just sat there for a few minutes allowing these strangers to see me dressed as a sissy slut. I finally decided to put on my 4″ heels as the time of my new boyfriend’s arrival was quickly approaching. Once I had attached the ankle straps I stood and admired my reflection in the mirror. I couldn’t believe how sexy I looked. I sat there and waited anxiously for him to arrive. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Startled and excited I jumped up and approached the door. I immediately drew the curtains realizing that I didn’t want the housekeeping staff to be able to see me now as I pleased my lover. I then opened the door and smiled nervously at the beautiful black man standing in the doorway. He returned my meek smile with a confident grin as he entered the room and closed the door behind him. He immediately wrapped his huge arms around me and pulled me against his strong chest as he gazed down into my eyes. He kissed me tenderly at first and then he reached down cupping my ass in one large hand as he kissed me with increased passion probing my open mouth with his tongue. I felt so small, so feminine as he consumed me in his tight embrace. I loved how he was making me feel. All I could think about at that moment was how I wanted him to make me his special girlfriend. We kissed and licked each other for a few minutes still standing just inside the door. He suddenly broke off the kiss and told me to take his cock out. Nervously I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants pulling them down over his muscular ass cheeks. I held his semi erect cock in my hand realizing how incredibly thick and long it was in its near flaccid state. I loved the way it felt in my hand, so smooth and warm, as I caressed its length. I stared at it as it began to grow longer and harder making my hand appear so small, so dainty as I tried to wrap my fingers around its girth. As I teased the bulbous head I gazed dreamily up into his dark eyes. He was so gorgeous! His friendly expression suddenly became very serious which made me feel very uneasy and I averted my eyes from his now icy stare. “You want to be my girl?” he asked sternly. “Oh yes” I replied as I smiled coyly up at him. “I’ll do anything for you” I assured him. He smirked and then seemed to become impatient and pushed me effortlessly to my knees before him. I stared up at him questioningly as I fell to my knees and then realized what he wanted from me as my eyes now fell upon his beautiful thick manhood now inches from my face. “Suck it you little whore” he demanded as he rubbed his huge erection over my face. His humiliating words cut through me as I realized how much I wanted him to make me his whore. I knew I would do anything to please him. I wanted desperately for him to want me. Nervously I lightly licked the head and tongued my way down the side of his long thick shaft to the base and then back up the other side. I was amazed and thrilled to taste the taut skin of his big black cock. I looked at the purplish head of his dick for a second and then hungrily engulfed as much of the head and shaft as I could in my mouth. My mouth was stretched wide as I crammed about four inches of it in and began sucking it passionately. His hot, hard cock felt so wonderful sliding in and out of my mouth as I stroked the remaining five inches of his immense shaft with both hands. I wanted it so much. I felt so sexy, so feminine as I lovingly kissed, licked and sucked his magnificent manhood. Suddenly I heard the curtains being opened and glanced up to see that he had drawn them open a few feet. I tried to protest but he grabbed my head in his strong hands and pulled my mouth over his huge cock muffling my cries. As I sucked him I peered up at the window, my eyes tearing, praying that no one would pass by as they had earlier. “Show our friend outside how you like to suck cock” he laughed as he ravaged my poor little mouth with his big cock. Suddenly I noticed a figure at the window and quickly looked up to see the Hispanic man who had peered in at me earlier standing there staring down at me. I was terrified and tried to struggle against the tight grip of my boyfriend’s big strong hands. Unable to free myself I helplessly knelt before him, his cock fucking in and out of my mouth, as the Hispanic man watched intently at the window.tiny sexy girl photoI was so embarrassed as my boyfriend pulled his cock out of my mouth and made me beg for it as he rubbed it over my lips in front of this total stranger. My eyes filled with tears as I pleaded with him to close the curtains and let me suck him some more. “If you want it beg me, the curtain stays open,” he taunted. I glanced at the man staring at me from outside the window and then looked pleadingly up at the imposing figure who now controlled me so completely. “Please let me suck your beautiful cock,” I begged as both men seemed to smile at my humiliation. After a few moments hesitation which seemed to intensify my embarrassment he told me to open my mouth. I opened obediently awaiting his cock to enter, but instead he slapped it against my lips and face and laughed at me as I tried desperately to catch it between my lips. Finally he allowed me to take it into my mouth and I sucked him hungrily no longer aware or caring about the man outside witnessing my submission. After a minute or so he pulled away and to my relief closed the curtains. He then went to a nearby chair and stripped off the rest of his clothes. He was absolutely beautiful, a lean, body builders shape with rippling arms, chest, abs and legs. I just stared at his impressive physique desperate to feel his nakedness against me. I began to approach him reaching for the huge horse cock that dangled down between his muscular thighs, but he extended his strong arm out and grasped me around the throat before I could reach him. “If you want me honey you have to entertain my friends first,” he said sternly. Confused, I looked into his eyes, “friends?” I asked fearfully. “Yeah” he said smiling, “they’re right outside”. With that he released his grip and sat down in the chair, his long cock hanging down over the edge. I implored him not to make me do it, “I want you, I promise I’ll do anything, but please don’t make me humiliate myself in front of your friends” I pleaded. “Do you want me?” he asked impatiently. “You know I do,” I said tearfully. “Open the door,” he demanded. I hesitated staring at him, longing to feel him again even if it was his fingers around my neck. I felt so excited by him, but frightened at the prospect of other men using me. I wanted him so much, and he knew I would submit to him. I felt I had no choice really. I knew if I didn’t open the door then he surely would. I slowly reached for the door knob and nervously cracked open the door and peeked out. At first I saw no one then two black men got out of a car across the parking lot and approached the room. One was tall and thin carrying two six packs of beer, the other was a very large man, quite heavy with a big round belly hanging over his jeans. When they reached the door I opened the door wider and stepped back both to conceal myself behind the door and to give them room to enter. Once inside they both turned to look me over as I closed the door. “So this is the little whore you been telling us about” the thin one laughed as he leered at me. “Yeah guys, this is Ricki,” my boyfriend answered still lounging naked in the chair. “Ricki go put something on that my friends will like,” he instructed pointing to the bathroom. I nervously retired to the bathroom aware of their eyes watching me as I walked across the room in my 4″ heels. I closed the bathroom door and removed my dress and donned the little black babydoll nightie he had told me to bring. Once I had it on I stared at myself in the mirror as I tried to get a grip on myself. I knew what I was going to do as conflicting emotions of sexual excitement and shame consumed me. I reentered the room and approached them in my sexiest walk swaying my hips and moving my arms in a dainty fashion. The fat guy laughingly complimented me on my pretty nightie which embarrassed me and thrilled me as I stood blushing before them I stood there awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other for a few moments until the thin one told me to turn for them and show them my ass. I hesitated and then meekly turned to show my naked ass cheeks peeking out from below my baby doll nightie. Just then my boyfriend instructed me to raise my nightie so they could see better. Humiliated I reached for the hem and lifted the nightie fully exposing my ass to their eyes. “She’s got a nice ass for fucking” the fat one said as he cracked open a beer. “Yeah I think we’re going to have fun with this little sissy slut” laughed the thin one. In the mirror I could see my boyfriend putting his pants back on and I turned toward him wondering what he was doing. He smiled at me, “I’m going to get some ice, entertain them until I get back,” he said as he left. Once the door closed the fat one came up behind me and ran his hand over my exposed ass cheeks and then slid his fingers along the crack of my ass. “Yeah honey you going to love me,” he whispered menacingly into my ear. I was frightened as I felt his fingers roughly coursing through the crack of my ass and his hot, smelly breath on my neck. I couldn’t believe I was submitting to these awful men. “I want to see her dance for us,” yelled the thin one from the bed where he sat drinking his beer. “Yeah, good idea,” agreed the fat guy as he sat back on the bed and took another long swig from his beer. The thin guy got up and turned the TV on to one of those music video stations and then sat in the chair where my boyfriend had been minutes before. “Dance baby!” he yelled. Embarrassed, but thankful that I didn’t have to feel the fat guy’s groping anymore I began to sway and move to the music. “Come on, get into it!” the fat one demanded. I began to move and turn for them allowing my nightie to swing out exposing my ass and little sissy dick. I was starting to really get into it as the door opened and my boyfriend stepped back into the room carrying a bucket of ice. He smiled at me approvingly as he set the ice down on the table by the window. I continued to twirl and jiggle my ass for them as they laughed and encouraged my sexy dance. Suddenly I heard the curtains open. Startled I turned quickly toward the window and saw that my boyfriend had opened it at least six feet. To my horror the Hispanic man who had witnessed me servicing my boyfriend earlier was standing there with two other men I had never seen before staring at me from right outside the window. I was so embarrassed and terrified I just stood there dumbfounded. “Keep dancing bitch,” yelled the fat guy. “Yes, dance for us,” my boyfriend demanded as he stood smirking by the door. Not knowing what else to do I began to move to the music again, a bit timidly at first as all six men observed me with amusement. As I began to once again twirl and shake for my audience I noticed another figure outside the room. It was the young woman from housekeeping who had seen me earlier. She was holding her hands to her mouth trying unsuccessfully to suppress her laughter as she watched me dance. My eyes welled up with tears as I tried desperately to continue my dance. Her eyes on me made me feel so embarrassed, more than I had ever been in my life. Moments later my boyfriend shut the curtains. “That’s enough of that, I think its time our little sissy paid us for all the fun she’s been having” he suggested. “Yeah bitch,” agreed the tall one as he got up and approached me. I felt a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach as he pushed me to my knees and extracted his black cock from his jeans. Knowing what he wanted I immediately took his cock which was smaller than my boyfriend’s, but still quite long in my hand. I licked the head and continued planting kisses down its length to the base and then took his balls into my mouth and sucked lightly on them licking along the underside of them. He then turned around and bent over demanding that I lick his asshole. I obediently licked his puckered hole as I continued to stroke his now long rigid cock.taboo sex storyHe got down on his hands and knees causing me to do the same in order to have the right angle in which to service him. The thin black man reached back with one hand holding me by the back of my head as my tongue probed his smelly hole. Suddenly I could feel hands on my hips and fingers greasing my exposed asshole. I realized the fat man was readying me for his cock which I had never even seen yet. I prayed he was not too big. I continued to rim the thin man’s asshole jerking his dick toward the floor as the fat man’s cock began to push against my little hole. As it jabbed its way in I cried out at the initial pain now realizing that he was indeed quite thick. He pushed it in another few inches and then withdrew plunging it in again without warning. I screamed as he continued ramming me with his thick black cock. The thin man turned around somewhat annoyed that I had been distracted from my service to him and got on his knees with his cock in my face. “Suck it bitch,” he demanded. “Yeah suck him while I fuck ya,” yelled the fat guy as he jammed his cock deep into my ass. I took the long hard cock before me into my mouth. Each time the fat man rammed me from behind the cock in my mouth plunged down my throat. Impaled at both ends I was helpless to control either of them. I choked and moaned as they relentlessly fucked me for what seemed like hours. Finally the cock in my mouth jerked as the thin man grunted releasing gobs of hot cum down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow it all. He left his spent cock in my mouth for a few moments as the fat man continued to savagely fuck my ass. As the once rigid pole began to wilt he slipped it out allowing me to now cry out loud as the thick cock rammed me from behind. Suddenly his grunts became louder and more frequent as he began to reach his own orgasm. “Cum baby!” I screamed praying for the vicious fucking to end. He made three quick final thrusts and exploded filling my ass with his hot cum. He immediately fell back dislodging himself from my rectum and I instinctively looked back at him. He laid there on the floor recovering with a satisfied, amused look on his face as he watched a river of his cum flow from my gaping hole. I then looked over at my boyfriend who had watched the whole thing from the chair by the window. He seemed pleased by what he had seen. That seemed to make what I had had to do worth it somehow. I was glad that he was pleased. I turned toward him and crawled on my hands and knees past the satiated fat man towards where my boyfriend sat. As I approached him he smiled at me and took hold of the beautiful manhood that hung between his muscular thighs holding it out inviting me to take it. I crawled up between his strong legs and kissed the underside of the thick shaft as he held it up for me. As I licked up the shaft I gazed into his eyes lovingly happy to be finally feeling his gorgeous body close to me. “Do me little whore” he said as he moved his hard butt to the edge of the chair. Desperate to please him the harsh words in no way deterred my enthusiasm. I licked him all over, his balls, pubic area down to his asshole. He raised his legs to his chest opening his little hole for me and I jabbed my tongue in as far as I could and ate him out. I was so excited – I couldn’t get my tongue in far enough to appease my craving. I licked and sucked his tight hole for a minute or so until he dropped his legs back to the floor preventing me from continuing. I immediately took hold of his hardening cock and kissed and licked my way to the bulbous head before taking it into my mouth. I passionately sucked, licked and kissed his beautiful black cock. In my mind I was making love, not just sucking cock. I never wanted anyone more than I wanted him at that moment. I wanted him to take me completely – to fuck me. Finally I could take it no more and shamefully begged him to fuck me. At first he didn’t reply, rather just sat there with an amused expression. “Please” I asked again as I gazed up at him. “Please fuck me,” I repeated somewhat embarrassed now realizing how desperate I sounded. He got up and stepped over me, his cock rubbing across my face as he did. I stood and began to turn towards him, but he stopped me and bent me over the chair with my hands gripping the armrests. He placed the huge head of his cock on my still wide open hole and pressed it in a few inches as I excitedly wiggled my ass invitingly. I winced at the initial penetration, but the pain subsided quickly do to the lubrication of the fat man’s cum. “Fuck me” I pleaded not caring if he hurt me. He pumped into me slowly at first and then fed more and more of his horse cock into my hole as his pace quickened. His cock felt so good in my ass I began to jerk on my little sissy dick excitedly. I screamed in pain and ecstasy as he plunged his huge cock deep into my hungry hole filling it completely. He pounded away at my defenseless little hole as I supported myself with one hand and jerked wildly at my rock hard dick with the other. Suddenly his hot cum jetted deep into my ass sending me into my own orgasm my cum splattering onto the seat cushion. When he pulled out I fell to my knees exhausted overcome by both what he had done to me and my own orgasm. I laid there a few moments and then looked up to see him getting dressed. The others were already dressed and were walking out the door. When they had gone I asked him if I could see him again. “Maybe” is all he said. When he had finished dressing he too left. I just knelt there on the floor foolishly thinking that he would return as I heard the engine start and the car pull away. I was ashamed of how I had let them use me. It made me feel like such a whore. I still wanted him though and I knew I would let him use me again if I had the chance. Just as I was about to get ready to leave there was a knock on the door. Startled I just stared at the door a few moments wondering who was at the door and too frightened to answer it. Then I thought maybe my boyfriend didn’t leave with the others, maybe he had stayed behind. I got up and went to the door placing my hand on the knob, but didn’t turn it. “Who is it?” I asked timidly through the door. “Open up,” a man’s voice yelled from the other side of the door. He was obviously not my boyfriend, I didn’t recognize the voice at all, but he had a Spanish or Hispanic accent. “Who are you?” I asked nervously. “You better open up now or I’m calling the police — I saw what you were doing in there,” he said sternly. I stood there frozen, suddenly terrified at the truly public humiliation a visit from the police would bring. Things like that make the papers and I couldn’t risk that. I then peeked through the peep hole in the door and saw the Hispanic man who had seen me sucking off my boyfriend. I could guess that he wanted some of the same and figured that was better than getting into trouble. “Oh what the hell,” I sighed as I reached for the door knob again and opened the door as I stepped back peeking around it as he entered. He immediately took hold of my arm and pulled me toward the bed swinging me around causing me to lose my balance and fall on the bed on my back. As soon as I hit the bed I sat back up and saw the two men and the young woman who had watched me dance for my boyfriend and his friends as they entered the room. As I stared up at them in shock they moved forward and stood around me. “You want some more cock baby?” the Hispanic man said laughingly grabbing his crotch.xxx nude erotic photoThe other two men, also Hispanic I think, just stood their leering at me as the woman giggled and stared at me. I didn’t know what to say, I was overwhelmed with fear and embarrassment and just sat there hoping they would not force me to do anything. “Maria wants to see you do it,” announced the older man standing by the woman. “Don’t you,” he laughed as he put his arm around her as she covered her mouth shyly and giggled uncontrollably. As I averted my eyes from Maria’s humiliating gaze I saw that the Hispanic man who had watched me giving head through the window had unbuckled his pants and was now holding his fat cock before me. I looked up at him pleadingly and shook my head in silent refusal hoping that he would not make me do it in front of Maria and the others. “Suck it you little slut — You know you want it” he demanded as he moved closer rubbing the tip against my face making me pull back surprised at the sudden contact. “Please, NO,” I protested as I moved back on the bed my legs now partially dangling off the bed. Suddenly he jumped on top of me crawling over me until I was forced onto my back with his weight on my chest and his cock inches from my lips. Helpless I stared up at him as he rubbed his cock over my clenched lips while the others moved around so they could get a better look. “Lick it bitch,” commanded my captor as he tried to pry my lips apart with his now rigid tool. Realizing I had no choice I relented parting my lips and extending my tongue to the head of his cock as he slapped it again my open lips. Suddenly he moved forward and pushed it against the gap in my lips forcing them to open wide as he jammed his cock deep into my mouth. Supporting himself over me with his hands he fucked my mouth relentlessly as I desperately tried to accommodate his rhythm to avoid choking. As he pummeled my face one of the other men, I didn’t know which at the time raised my legs and jammed his cock into my sore little asshole. I tried to scream as the cock in my ass began to furiously ram me only managing a loud grunt with my mouth filled with cock. They fucked me for what seemed an eternity when finally the cock fucking my mouth released its load far down my throat gagging me for an instant as I by reflex gulped it down. As he pulled his cock out and rolled to the side I could see Maria watching me intently with a glazed look on her face as the older man massaged her ample breasts through her shirt. They watched, mezmerized as the other man, a younger, but ugly man with a rutty face and a few teeth missing, fucked me savagely. Unwilling to look at the horrible man as he abused my burning asshole I stared into Maria’s eyes suddenly feeling a sort of kinship with her as the old man groped her. Up until that moment she had seemed a willing participant, but now she seemed to be submitting to the men as I was. I watched as he opened her shirt and pulled her bra up allowing her large breasts to flop free jiggling as they settled on her chest. She showed no pleasure in her face, just an acceptance, her eyes now gazing sadly toward the floor as he fondled her. I watched the scene before me distracted somewhat from the disgusting man fucking my poor, now gaping asshole. After a few moments he pulled out much to my relief and walked around the bed to where the couple stood leaving me alone on the bed. As he approached she sullenly stripped away her remaining clothes exposing herself fully to us. “Maria, finish me off,” he commanded as he reached for her squeezing her milky white flesh in his dirty hand. . I laid there unable to take my eyes off her as she obediently knelt and took his hard cock, soiled from my ass into her mouth. The old man stepped back and observed her approvingly as he peeled off his pants revealing a somewhat small, but rigid penis amidst a bush of grey pubic hair. As she sucked the dirty cock in her mouth he grabbed fist full of her long hair wrapping it around his cock as he stroked himself. All but forgotten by the trio I laid there on the bed where they had left me stroking my own cock as I watched the spectacle before me. The younger man began thrusting in earnest as his orgasm seemed to be mounting while she struggled to keep up… Then suddenly he grunted loudly as he shot his load down her throat. Moments later as he pulled his wet dick from her tired mouth the old man ejaculated spraying his cum into her hair and over the side of her face. When he was done he let go of her cum drenched hair allowing it to fall matted and wet against her face. She remained kneeling completely nude on the floor, almost expressionless, just gazing at the floor in front of her. I sat there no longer stroking my dick overwhelmed with pity for the poor girl I had moments before found so erotic as she was used by these men. My thoughts were suddenly dismissed as the old man sternly instructed me to kneel beside Maria on the floor. Slowly I crawled off the bed and took a position next to her on the carpet. The men moved in front of us, the young beast of a man stood before me as the old man moved in front of Maria. At first I thought they wanted us to clean there sticky cocks or suck them again, but then to my horror I realized what they were going to do to us. The young man smiled a toothless grin down into my frightened eyes as he began to pee on me. I grimaced shutting my eyes tight as his smelly urine streamed onto my face and hair. I had never felt so humiliated, so degraded as I knelt there submissively while he showered me with his piss. When the stream finally subsided he made me take his dripping cock into my mouth and clean him. As I sucked the last drops of urine from the now flaccid dick I watched as the old man released a torrid of piss onto Maria’s face and cum drenched hair. “Open,” I heard him say and then watched in shock as he aimed the stream directly into her open mouth as she struggled to swallow as much of it as she could. When he was done she gulped down the last of it and licked the small soft flesh of his dick to his satisfaction. The men dressed and left within moments, probably needing to get back to work before they were missed, leaving Maria and I alone still sitting on the floor covered with piss and cum. I tried to say something to her, but she wouldn’t respond. She got up and went to the bathroom as I got up and sat on the bed. I could hear the water running in the shower as I removed my wet nightie and wig. Desperate to clean up myself I decided to go in and use the sink as she showered figuring modesty was no longer an issue between us. I removed my heels and damp stockings before entering the bathroom. As I washed my face and chest over the basin I watched the figure of the young girl in the shower behind me in the mirror. “She is very beautiful,” I remember thinking at the time making me feel both admiration and jealousy at the same moment. When she got out of the shower she scooped up her clothes and left the bathroom glancing up at me only once with a meek smile seeming somewhat embarrassed. I quickly followed her, “Can you stay with me for a little while?” I asked pathetically. She looked back at me as she pulled on her panties and smiled this time more broadly, “No, must work,” is all she said. I stood there leaning against the bathroom door frame as I watched her finish dressing and leave without another word or glance in my direction. I felt empty as I got into the hot shower and cleansed my body and mind of my ultimate submission. Comments & suggestions to Comment my story please.

TGIF! As I look at the clock, all I can think of is being on the receiving end of a… सेक्सी हिंदी में वीडियो “Harder… Harder,” Mary whispered in my ear. I responded by driving my steel hard cock deeper into her soaking wet cunt. Mary was straddling my hips, her short red skirt pulled up over her firm ass cheeks. A pair of silk panties laid on the floor next to the couch where we were hurriedly making love. She was whispering so she would not alert her two daughters, who were supposed to be taking a bath. The only sound was our hard breathing and an occasional slap of flesh as I buried my self deep into her. I could feel the cum begin to rise up from my balls, and propel itself deep into her golden-haired vagina. She buried her face into my shoulder as an orgasm swept through her body, her pubic muscles milking the jism from my cock. As her spasms subsided, we kissed passionately, our tongues fighting with each other. Mary slowly raised herself off of my now limp cock. Her small, firm breasts, the quarter sized nipples still hard and covered with my saliva, stuck through her unbuttoned blouse. Although she will turn forty later this year, her body was still as firm as any eighteen year old. “Thanks,” she said, “I really did need that.” “Now hurry and get cleaned up so we can get back over to Mom and Dad’s house.” I stood up and slipped off to the bathroom, holding my pants up with my hand so I wouldn’t get any of our juices on them. Jill and Jeri, Mary’s seven year old twins had gotten into Dad’s garden at our parent’s house and gotten filthy. We were in the middle of a family reunion and Mary had asked if I wanted to come along while she ran them home to get a quick bath and change clothes. As soon as the two girls were safely in the tub, we had jumped each other, not even bothering to take off our clothes as we passionately made love. Our love affair has been going on for almost thirty years now. Even though I live up north and only make it home about once a year, we always find a chance to renew the passion we have known since we were xxx. We both are married and have our own families, but our spouse’s will never have the special bond and passion that flows between my sister and I. ******* ******* ******* Chapter One Our story began twenty nine years ago in the summer of 1967. I was twelve years old and Mary had just turned eleven. We were born only months apart and had always been good friends and playmates. We lived in a mid-sized industrial city in the upper south. Although we lived in a suburban area, none of the xxx who lived real close to us were our age. We had been born at the end of the baby boom, and most of the neighbor’s xxx were in high school and starting college. Our father was an engineer at the big industrial plant in town, and our mother stayed at home with us. We lived in a modest split level house. Our bedrooms shared a common bath at the end of the hall.. Our little brother David was born in the spring of 1967. Our parents had sat us down and explained where babies come from soon after Mom found out she was pregnant. One day soon after school was out for the summer, Mary and I were playing in the tree house that Dad had built for us. It was built in a large oak tree near the back corner of our property. The tree house was about six feet square with a roof and windows on each side. We had taken old blankets and pillows we had found in the basement up to it so it was very comfortable. Mary had to go inside to use the bathroom, but quickly came running back to the tree house. “Come on,” she said, “You have to see this.” I followed her to the back door of the house. She put her finger to her lips and motioned me to be quiet. We eased open the back door and slid into the house. Mary and I tip-toed across the kitchen floor to the top of the stairs. We could see down into the den through the railing. Our house did not have air conditioning, so it was very warm inside. I guess it was because of the heat and the fact that we had been playing outside that Mom had taken off her blouse and bra, and was nursing David topless. Before this, she had always been very careful to go into the nursery and close the door before nursing him. Although I had seen plenty of pictures, I had never seen a grown woman’s breasts in real life. My mother was a very petite woman, but her breasts seemed huge. They were capped by nipples that must have been two inches across. As we watched, Mom shifted the baby from one breast to the other. The nipple that he had been sucking at was hard and stuck out about a half inch. I could feel my dick rising in my shorts as we watched. After watching this for a couple of minutes, Mary touched me on the shoulder and motioned for us to leave. We slipped back out the door and ran across the backyard toward the tree house. As we climbed the ladder, I looked up and caught a glimpse of Mary’s white panties up the leg of her shorts. Mary sat down on one of the pillows, and I laid face down next to her on a blanket, trying to hide the bulge in my shorts. “Did you see her boobies?” Mary said. “I hope mine get that big someday.” This surprised me because Mary had never said anything of a sexual nature to me before. Even though we shared a bathroom, I had not seen Mary naked since we were 3 or 4 years old and still took baths together. She always locked the door on my side of the bathroom whenever she was in it. We had never played “doctor” or anything else. Over the last year I had tried to get a peek at her as she dressed, but had not had any luck. As we talked about what we had seen, my hard-on continued to throb. I desperately needed to jack off. I was hoping that Mary would go the house to pee as she was originally going to, but she continued to talk about seeing Mom nurse the baby. Mary moved down and laid down on the blanket next to me. “I wonder what it feels like?” Mary asked. “She looked like she was enjoying it,” I replied, “It almost looked like she was asleep.” Mary closed her eyes and reached up and rubbed her hand over the small bump in her T-shirt where her breasts had just began to swell. My cock was rock hard, and straining to get out of my underwear. I reached down and rubbed it, the sensations jolting through my body. I reached up the leg of my shorts and pulled it out of the restraints of my underwear, hoping to ease some of the pressure. As I pulled it free of my briefs, I could hold back no more as thin streams of almost clear cum began to erupt from the head, spattering on Mary’s legs. Mary quickly sat up and looked down at her legs. My hard cock was still in my hand, and a thin stream of cum spit out of the head and landed on her leg. She pushed me back and scrambled out of the way. “You peed on me!” she yelped, ” I’m telling Mom!” I grabbed her and pulled her back down on the pillow. “I didn’t pee on you,” I said. “That’s what happens when a boy gets excited.”sex fantasy taboo storiesMy hard-on was still hanging out of the leg of my shorts, and a drop of cum still hung on the bright red head. “I couldn’t help it,” I continued, “It just happened.” Mary was staring in fascination at my hard cock. “Your thing is all big and red,” she said after a few moments. “That’s what happens when I get excited,” I repeated. “What made you excited?” she asked. “Seeing Mom’s titties,” I replied, “I’ve never seen real ones before.” Mary looked at me questionably so I went on. “Remember when Mom and Dad told us about where babies come from.” Mary nodded. “Well when a boy sees a girl’s titties, his dick gets all hard and excited.” “His dick?” she asked. “That’s what you call a boy’s thing,” I answered. By this time mine had wilted and disappeared back up the leg of my shorts. “Then the boy puts his dick in the girl’s pussy..” “Pussy?” she asked. “Your pee hole…” and then he shoots his stuff in her to make her have a baby.” “I don’t believe you,” Mary said, “That thing wouldn’t go into my pee hole, it’s too big.” “Yes it will,” I replied, “I’ve got pictures to prove it.” “Where?” Our conversation was suddenly broken up by Mom calling us in for lunch. We left the topic hanging as we ran inside. Mom had put her blouse and bra back on, but I could see a small wet spot where one of her breasts was leaking. Mom announced that we were going to the community pool that afternoon, so I didn’t have a chance to prove anything to Mary. Chapter Two The next afternoon, Mary and I were back in the tree house. I had brought with me my favorite jack off pictures. They consisted of three old black and white pages from a porno magazine that one of my friends had swiped from his brother. They showed various pictures of a big titted blond woman fucking and sucking a guy. One picture even showed him stuffing his cock up her ass. I kept these pictures hidden in the cutout pages of an old book in my bedroom. “See…I told you that’s what happens,” I said proudly. I pulled the pictures from my pocket and carefully spread them out on the floor of the tree house. Mary looked at them with amazement in her eyes, slowly turning them over and looking at all of them. “I still don’t see how you can get your thing inside a girl’s pee hole,” she said. As we looked at the pictures, I could feel my dick start to harden inside my shorts. As I reached down to adjust it, Mary noticed and asked, “is your thing getting all big again?” I nodded yes and quickly pulled my hand out of my shorts in embarrassment. “Can I see it?” she asked. I was shocked to hear that, but I slowly pulled my shorts and underwear down over my hips. My hard-on sprung back up against my belly. Mary gasped but could not take her eyes off of it. She slowly reached out her hand and touched it with a finger. A drop of pre-cum appeared on the blood engorged head. “Use your whole hand,” I said, and reached down and wrapped her fingers around my five inch erection. “Not too tight,” I said as she squeezed a little too hard. I showed her how to move her hand up and down. “This is how you make a guy cum,” I said. “Cum?” she asked quizedly. “Like yesterday when you thought I was peeing.” “Oh, you mean when that stuff comes out of your…..dick?” she asked haltingly. “Yeah, that’s what Mom and Dad were talking about when they told us about the sperm and egg stuff,” I replied. Mary continued to stroke up and down on my rock hard cock. “Don’t stop, I’m going to cum!” I moaned as the sperm rose up from my balls and began to erupt from the slit in my cockhead. Mary just stared as spurt after spurt of the clearish liquid spewed from my cock and dribbled down her hand. Her hand never stopped moving up and down, milking the cum from my dick. It was the first orgasm I had ever had that had not been courtesy of my own right hand, and it had been very intense. Mary finally let go of my shrinking cock and wiped her hand on one of the blankets that lay on the floor of the tree house. I was sitting on one of the pillows with my shorts and underwear around my ankles. “Now you have to show me your pee hole,” I said. “Mom said I shouldn’t ever show it to anybody,” Mary complained. “Well she said I shouldn’t ever show anybody my thing,” I replied, “but I showed it to you.” Mary thought about this a second, then reluctantly got to her knees. She unsnapped and unzipped her pink shorts and slid them down her legs. I can still remember the white cotton panties she wore underneath. A small spot of moisture had soaked through at the junction of her slim thighs. “The panties too,” I demanded. She hooked her thumbs into the sides of the white cotton and pushed them down to her knees. By this time I had shaken my shorts off my legs and was sitting in just a T-shirt. Mary sat back down, and I reached over and pulled her shorts and panties off. She was shyly keeping her legs together, but I put my hands between her knees and spread her legs apart. Her hairless slit was puffy and pink. I scooted up closer to her and ran my hand up her thigh. I was finally going to get to touch a real live girl’s vagina. Mary recoiled a little but let me have my way. I ran a finger up the length of the small slit, feeling the heat and a slight wetness. Mary’s thighs seemed to part a little more. I put some pressure on my finger and the pink lips of her pussy opened up. My finger slid to the bottom of the slit, and barely entered the small opening. I did not even get up to the first knuckle before I met resistance. Mary let out a little moan, and my finger seemed to get a little wetter. Using my other hand, I spread the lips of her cunny more so I could get a better look. I noticed for the first time the small pink bump at the top of her slit. I also notice a few blond hairs that had sprouted just above the slit. I moved my thumb up and nudged the pink bump, causing Mary to flinch and moan audibly. “Do that again,” she said through clenched teeth. I dipped my finger into the moist hole to lubricate it, then began to slowly massage the flesh around the bump. Mary began to shiver and twist as I massaged her tiny clit. I continued to rub the bump, occasionally dipping my finger down to her vaginal opening to gather more moisture. Her juices were now running down the crack of her ass and making a spot on the blanket under her. After about two minutes of this , Mary arched her back and moaned loudly. “Ohhh…Ohhh….OHHHHHHHH!” she gasped and pushed my hand away from her. I sat back and watched as she squirmed on the blanket for a moment, her thighs tightly clenched together. Mary laid there for at least five minutes, her thighs slowly parting and her legs relaxing as she recovered from her first orgasm. Her hands had moved up and she was rubbing her small breasts, or at least the nipples, which were standing out hard against her T-shirt. As I laid down next to her, she rolled over and put her arms around me and hugged me close. My hard again pecker slid right between her thighs, and I could feel the wetness and heat as it settled in her slit. We ground out hips together, and I could feel my head of my cock slip into the tiny opening of her pussy. We laid there for a minute as I gently tried to push my cock just a little deeper into her opening. “MARY,” my mother yelled from the back door, “TIME FOR YOUR PIANO LESSON!” We quickly rolled apart and grabbed at our pants and underwear. I think Mary set a record for getting dressed. Luckily, we had never taken off our shoes and socks. Mary quickly climbed down from the tree house and headed for the house. I reached down and picked up the pictures that were still laying on the floor. I pushed my shorts back down off my hips and grabbed my hard cock in my right hand and stroked it until I came again. For the first time in my life, I was thinking of something other than those pictures as the sperm erupted from the slit in my cockhead. After wiping myself off on one of the blankets, I pulled my shorts back up and headed for the house. Chapter Three Two weeks passed until we had a chance to meet again in the tree house. Mary had spent a week at church camp, and the following week I had taken my turn at the camp. Since I was the only one at the camp from my area, I was able to brag that I had touched a girl’s pussy. I just didn’t tell anyone that it was my little sister’s. I was the stud of the camp, and had even gotten one of the girls to go the lake with me for some making out. Daphne had let me tongue kiss her and even let me feel her small breasts through her blouse and bra. But when I had tried to unbutton her blouse to get inside she stopped me and told me she wasn’t that kind of girl. On the night I got home, I was taking a shower in our shared bathroom when the door quietly opened and Mary peeked in. “I’ve got something to show you,” she said, “but it will have to wait until tomorrow.” I was standing in the shower after cutting off the water, and Mary was looking at my shriveled cock. The memories of our last encounter in the tree house flooded back into my mind and my dick began to grow. We heard a knock on my door, so Mary quickly jumped back into her room and closed the door. Mom walked in bringing some clean clothes. I quickly shut the door to the bathroom so she wouldn’t see my hard-on. Just after lunch the next afternoon, Mary and I headed for the tree house. Mom was putting David down for a nap, and told us to play quietly so we wouldn’t wake him. As Mary climbed the ladder above me, I looked as usual to see if I could see her panties up the leg of her shorts. I saw a quick flash of pink cotton just before she scurried into the door of the tree house. As I climbed in the door, Mary was pulling the blankets and pillows out of their box and spreading them on the floor. As I sat down on a blanket, Mary unzipped one of the pillow covers and pulled out two thin paperback books that she had hidden inside. “Kimmy found these in a trash can at camp,” she said excitedly as she handed them to me. The Wedding Night was the title of the first one. It was a slim book with a white cover. I opened it and looked at a picture of a woman in a long white gown. “It’s all about sex and stuff,” Mary said. As I flipped through the pages, I paused to read occasionally. The book described how a “modern woman” should react on her wedding night. “Your first session of intercourse may be painful, as the hymen must be torn before your husband’s penis can be fully inserted into your vagina,” read one passage. “A small amount of blood may appear as the hymen is broken.” It went on to describe the entire sexual act. “Did you read this?’ I asked as I flipped through the pages. ‘Yeah, Kimmy and I read it at camp and she let me keep it.” Kimmy was our cousin who lived across town. She was the same age as Mary. “It sounds kinda scary,” she said, “but it says it’s all natural and you should learn to enjoy it.” I set that book down and picked up the other one. There was a picture of a girl in a nurse’s uniform on the front. Her top was unbuttoned and her large breasts were spilling out of her bra. Night Nurses was the title. I recognized this as a “fuck” book. I opened it up and began to read. “Gwen tensed as Doctor Bob ran his hand under her skirt and up to her soft ass cheeks,” I read aloud, “His finger slipped under her panties and found the wet furrow of her soaking pussy.”amateur porn real sex storiesI could feel my dick harden as I read a few more lines. “Gwen dropped to her knees and began to loosen the drawstring of Doctor Bob’s surgical pants,” I continued, ” She pulled his scrubs over his hips, revealing his massive nine inch hard cock. She began to kiss and lick the purple head, pausing occasionally to take the length of it into her mouth and down her throat.” By this time, my own swollen cock had formed a tent pole in my shorts. “You’re all hard again,” she said as she stared at my crotch. She leaned over and put her hand on my hard pole. She looked at me and asked, “Can I make you spit again?” “The word is cum,” I said. I quickly pushed down my shorts and underwear as Mary grabbed on to my five inch hard-on. I laid back on the blanket as Mary stroked up and down, using some of the pre-cum that appeared on my cockhead as lubricant. I could feel the sperm start to boil in my balls as she jacked me off. “Hold on a second,” I said, putting my hand out to stop her. I slid my hand up the leg of her shorts to her panties. “You’re all wet too,” I said. “It feels all tingly down there,” she said. I reached over and pulled her shorts down off her hips. Mary sat down and pulled her shorts and panties off. I also started pulling her T-shirt over her blond head. “I want to see what your titties look like,” I explained. Her pink nipples were the size of quarters, topping mounds that had begun to swell just a little. The middle of her nipples were the size of a pencil and were sticking out. I reached up and touched one of them, and it swelled and hardened under my touch. “Take your shirt off too,” Mary said. I complied, pulling my tank top over my head. We were now both naked except for our sneakers and socks. (Several years later we talked about how we always left our shoes and socks on in case Mom called.) Mary laid down beside me, and we began to explore each other’s body. I was fascinated by her nipples, which had hardened into pencil size nubs about a quarter-inch long. I bent down and tentatively stuck out my tongue and began to lick at one, as I had seen in my porno pictures. I gently took it into my mouth and began to suck on it, much like I had seen my little brother nursing at my mother’s breast. The tiny pink bud seemed to stretch another quarter-inch before I switched to the other nipple. Mary’s hand pulled me against her chest as I licked and sucked at her nipples until they had turned a dark red color. My free hand was moving up and down Mary’s back until I finally settled it on her firm rear end. My hand slid down the crack of her ass until I found her wet pussy slit. Having no real idea about female anatomy, I began to rub the area around this wetness. I didn’t realize that what I was actually rubbing was the tight opening to her ass where her juices had run down. She was squirming and letting out small moans as I tried to force my finger into what I thought was her pussy. I was beginning to wonder how a man could get his dick into such a tight opening when her sphincter eased up and my finger slid into the tight rosebud. Mary gasped, “That’s my pooh hole,” as my finger slid all the way in. I quickly pulled my finger out in horror and began to wipe it on one of the blankets. “It’s OK,” she said, “It really felt strange, but good.” “Will you do it again?” I moved my hand back down to her ass and began to probe at the tight hole again with my finger. The muscle eased and my finger slid back into her ass, which was slick with her pussy juices. Mary squirmed and bucked up against me as my finger probed deeper into tight rosebud. As she pushed against me, I felt my steel hard cock begin to slide between her lips of her hairless cunny. Just as I thought I might slip into her tight, wet pussy, Mary reached down and began to pull on my cock. It only took a few seconds, and I was spurting my cum all over her belly and cunt. I sucked hard at one of Mary’s nipples and pushed my finger as deep as it would go into her ass, squirming it around as I pushed. Mary kind of collapsed against me as I rolled onto my back. We laid there for a minute, my finger still buried in her tight butthole. I slowly started to ease it out, and Mary gave a small gasp as it finally popped out. “That felt really good,” Mary said. We rolled apart, and both looked down at our laps. Streaks of cum covered our bellies. My dick had softened and shrunk, but Mary’s pubic mound was still red and wet. I slid my hand down and began to rub her bump, which was still moist with her juices. In about a minute, she began to squirm, and soon she arched her back and moaned as an orgasm swept through her tiny body. We laid on the blankets for several minutes, my arm around her shoulders and her head laying on my chest. I was softly stoking her still hard nipples with my fingers. After a few minutes, Mary asked what time it was. I looked at my watch and realized that David would soon be up from his nap and Mom would be looking for us. Mary wiped her belly off as best she could with one of the blankets, and we hurriedly got dressed. Chapter Four That night, after dinner, I helped Dad mow the yard, while Mary was busy with Mom in the kitchen. After we had finished our chores, we all settled down in the den to watch TV. Since it was summer, our parents let us stay up until 10:00. After watching a couple of sitcoms, a movie came on that Mom & Dad wanted to watch. It turned out to be a love story, so Mary and I were pretty bored. I was laying on the floor reading a book, and Mary was sitting in the recliner reading one of her “teen” magazines. Mom and Dad were sitting together on the couch. Occasionally when I would look over at Mary, I would notice that her hand seemed to be rubbing at the crotch of her shorts. At 10:00, Mom sent us off the bed. I continued to read my book until I saw the light in the bathroom go off. After a few minutes, I got up and put on my pajamas and went into the bathroom to pee. I thought I heard a faint moaning from Mary’s room, so I switched off the light and cracked open the door to her room. I could see in the light from a streetlight outside that Mary was rubbing her cunny. I watched for a couple of minutes, then she began to rub real fast. She arched her back and let out a low moan as she came. My own dick was rock hard by this time. I gently closed the door and eased back into my own room. Pushing my pajamas down, I started to jack off, thinking about Mary and her bald pussy. I knew that one day soon I would be able to get inside her and fuck a girl for real. As the jism began to spurt from my cock, I thought I noticed the door to the bathroom close. Mary had been peeking just like I had been! I got some tissues and wiped the cum from my chest and stomach. I continued to lay there, thinking about Mary. After a little while I heard Mom and Dad come up the stairs to get ready for bed. The door to my room opened and Mom looked in. I quickly shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep. The door closed and I heard her look into Mary’s room also. I laid there for another fifteen or twenty minutes when I heard my Dad moan. Since the baby had been born, they were leaving their bedroom door open so they could hear when he woke up. I got up and went to my door, quietly opening it an inch or two. I heard another low moan. Very quietly, I opened the door and slid out into the hallway. A dim light from the nightlight in David’s room illuminated the hall. The door to my parent’s room was open about a foot. I crawled down the hall until I could see into the room. I almost gasped in shock when I looked in. The light from their bathroom partially lit the room. I could see Mom laying naked on the bed. Dad was laying between her open legs licking at her pussy! As he lifted his head from her crotch, I could see that Mom’s pussy was covered with a thick mat of dark hair. Dad wrapped one arm around her leg, and using his hand opened up her pussy lips. His head dipped back down and he began to flick at her with his tongue. Mom was squirming around on the bed and trying to be quiet. Dad’s other hand moved up her body and he began to massage her milk-swollen tits. “Careful,” I heard mom say, “They’re kinda sore from nursing.” Dad rolled her tit around with the palm of his hand. Her nipples were hard and stuck out about and inch. He slowly began to kiss his way up her body until he reached her swollen globes. He took her right nipple into his mouth and began to suck! I could see that his hand was now in Mom’s lap. He slowly inserted a finger into her pussy and began to pump it in and out. This continued for a minute as Dad nursed at her breasts, first the right, then the left. Soon, Mom pushed Dad off of her and onto his back. His hard-on was sticking straight up in the air. Her hand went down and wrapped around it and she began to slowly stroke up and down the way Mary had done to me that afternoon. She then bent her head down and took the end of his hard cock into her mouth! My hand was stroking my own hard cock as she began to slowly bob her head up and down on his hard rod. Her hand was still stroking the part of his enormous erection that she could not get into her mouth. I could hear soft slurping sounds as she sucked on him. Occasionally, she would take it out of her mouth and lick around the head like a lollipop. Dad had one hand on the back of her head, and the other was twisting in the sheets, trying to be quiet. After a couple more minutes of sucking, Dad lifted her head up. Mom let his cock pop out of her mouth and it slapped back against his stomach. She raised up and straddled him. Reaching between her legs, she pried back his cock and positioned it at the entrance to her hairy pussy. As she slowly lowered herself onto him, my own cock began to spurt it’s seed. I quickly flipped it back into my pj’s, hoping that none of it got onto the carpet. As I looked back into their room, Mom began to move up and down on Dad’s huge cock. It must have been eight or nine inches long, much longer than my measly five inches. Dad was thrusting up into her. At the same time he was massaging her huge breasts! I thought I saw something squirt out of her tits into Dad’s face. His tongue was licking at his lips and cheeks. After a couple of minutes, he pulled her down to him. He then rolled over until she was underneath him. He began to thrust himself deep into her wet pussy! I couldn’t believe I was seeing my own parents fucking. Mom began to moan a little louder and Dad’s thrusting became quicker. “I’m going to come!” Dad whispered loudly as he slammed into her harder. Mom raised up to meet his thrusts, and pulled his head down to kiss him. Even though they were trying to be quiet, moans escaped from them both as they reached their orgasm together. Dad collapsed on top of Mom, and they lay there kissing one another. As I started to slip back to my room, I heard a squeal from David’s room. He was awake! I turned and quickly crawled back to my room and closed the door. I held the doorknob until I heard Mom go into his room to pick him up. I gently eased the knob closed and quickly crawled back into bed. My pajamas were wet and sticky from the cum I had exploded into them. I grabbed some tissues and cleaned up myself as best I could. However, I knew that mom would be able to see the cum stains on my shorts if she looked close enough. I just prayed that she would be in a hurry and not notice them. I could hardly wait to tell Mary what I had seen! Chapter Five It was five days before Mary and I could meet in the tree house again. Three straight days of rain had kept us inside and under Mom’s watchful eye. Then the weekend had come and we had all our weekend chores to do while Dad was off. Just after lunch on Monday, Mom told us to go outside and play so the baby could take a nap. I told Mary to meet me in the tree house; I had something to tell her. I went out to the tree house and spread out the blankets and pillows on the floor. I then pulled the “fuck book” that Mary had found in a trash can at camp out and started to read it. The part of the book I was reading was about a young nursing student who was losing her virginity to two interns. My dick was straining against my underwear when I heard Mary coming up the ladder into the tree house. She looked at the book that I was reading and a smile crossed her face. “What is it you wanted to tell me?” she asked. I started telling her about the other night when I had seen Mom and Dad fucking. Her eyes grew wide as I told her about Dad laying between Mom’s legs licking her pussy. “He licked her pee hole?” she asked in amazement. “Yeah,” I replied, “just like they talk about in this book.” “Listen to this,” I said, and began to read from the book. “Steve ran his tongue up the young nursing student’s thigh until he reached her wet slit. He pried open the pink lips and began to slowly slide his tongue into her moist hole, tasting her sweet juices.” “Gosh,” Mary said, “that sounds kinda gross.” “Mom sure seemed to like it,” I replied, and told her about the way she was moaning and squirming on the bed.”porn incest storyNow came my big chance. “Would you like to try it?” I asked. Mary seemed to hesitate for just a second, but then a smile seemed to break across her face. “Sure…I guess so,” she replied. We looked at each other a little awkwardly. “Come here and lay down against this pillow,” I directed. As she walked up to me, I reached up and pulled down her pink shorts. Underneath them was a pair of pink bikini panties with little bears on them. “Do you like my new panties?” she asked. “Mom got them for me at the store last week.” The main thing that I noticed was that they were pulled up into her cunny, and a small moist spot was starting to appear. “Yeah, they’re cute,” I replied as I hooked my fingers into the waistband and pulled them down over her hips. Her bare cunny, with just a few thin blond hairs above the slit was already puffy. I helped her lay down on one of the blankets with her back propped up against a pillow. I maneuvered

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  1. In a house with eight kids it’s hard to find time alone. Heck, it’s impossible. It’s hard enough just to avoid being in a real crowd. So it was kind of a treat to have only my sister Elizabeth in the room with me when we were watching this old movie on TV. Oh, I should introduce myself. My name is Tommy Bradford. I’m 18, and, like I said, I’m one of eight kids. And Elizabeth’s one of my sisters — I’d say one of my older sisters, but they’re all older than me. I’m the baby of the family except for Nicholas, and he doesn’t count because he’s just 17. Anyway, Elizabeth’s just a year older than me, and for a lot of years we were the tail end of the family, so we’re used to spending time together. I mean, we argue and stuff like regular brothers and sisters, but we’re also used to confiding in each other and asking for advice. I never paid too much attention to what she looked like — heck, she was my sister, right? But some of the older guys in school asked me about her a few times, so I tried to figure out what they saw in her. She doesn’t look too bad, for a sister, I mean. She dresses OK, and she’s not real thin or real fat — although she’s always saying she could stand to lose a few pounds. And a couple of the guys who asked about her said they really like her hair — it’s long, almost to her waist. And she smiles a lot. So, anyway, like I was saying, it was Elizabeth and me alone in the house, watching TV. Most of the other kids were out doing one thing or another, and Mom and Dad and Nicholas were over at one of our relatives. Elizabeth and me would have had to go to, but we’d been out that morning — me working on a school project with some of my buddies, Elizabeth doing something with her friends. So we lucked out and Nicholas got stuck going alone. So we’re watching TV, right? And we couldn’t agree on what to watch, so we flipped a coin to see who could pick first. I lost, and Elizabeth picked this old movIe. I said that wasn’t fair because the thing was gonna be on for like two hours, and by then somebody else might have come home, or even Mom and Dad, and I wouldn’t get my chance. But she just giggled and said she’d won fair and square. Which was true, so I gave up. I could’ve just gone to my room or something, but the movie didn’t look too bad when it started — some guy walked into a dark alley and got blown away in the first five minutes — so I watched with her. It turned out that nobody else got killed in the whole movie, or even beaten up. And the cop investigating the murder fell in love with this woman he talked to, the victim’s sister. So I was starting to lose interest. But then the cop and the woman are about to say good night, and he kissed her. I mean, he kissed her good. I leaned forward and I might have even scooted forward on the couch a little. It used to be, just a couple of years ago, I would have thought that stuff was junk. But I’ll admit I’m interested in some of the girls at school. Only I wasn’t sure what to do. I’d never kissed a girl — not a real one, anyway, just Mom and aunts and stuff. So I’m watching real careful to see just what the cop does — like, does he open his mouth? And do you aim right for the center of her mouth, or off to the side, or what? I must have been really into it, because when I felt a touch on my shoulder I jumped up and almost fell onto the coffee table. And Elizabeth started laughing so hard I thought she’d pee in her pants. Anyway, once I calmed down and she stopped laughing, she started teasing me about paying so much attention to the kissing. And I guess I blushed. “Tommy! Don’t tell me you’ve never kissed a girl.” I just hung my head down. I was ashamed to look at her. I guess she must have seen how I felt, because the teasing left her voice. “No, really?” she goes. “Oh, Tommy, I’m sorry I made fun of you. I just thought — really?” I told her I’d thought about it some times, but I just didn’t know how to do it — you know what I mean. She giggled, and I must have blushed again. I was feeling pretty dumb. Then she apologized again, and she put her arm around me. “Look,” she said, “if you really want to know how to kiss, how about if — well, if you practiced on me? I promise I won’t tell anyone.” I wasn’t sure, but then I thought about how it would probably be easier to get over having done something dumb with Elizabeth than with some girl from school. Heck, I’d done lots of dumb stuff that she knew about. What more could this hurt? So I asked her what I was supposed to do. She smiled. She’s got cute dimples when she does that. “Well, uh, I guess you should put your arms around me,” she said, so I did. Elizabeth felt softer than most of my aunts. “Now just kiss me,” she said. “You know how. C’mon, you’ve kissed Mom.” So I put my lips out a little and aimed for her cheek, but she turned her head at the last second so I landed on her mouth. I pecked at it and sat back. She closed her eyes and smiled. I had a feeling she was laughing inside. “You said you wouldn’t make fun of me,” I said. I was a little angry. “It’s just,” she started to say, and then she stopped for a second. “You’re right, I said I wouldn’t. Look, maybe I should give you a few tips first. I’m no expert or anything, but try this. Don’t close your lips so tight. Leave a little opening. Go in slow. And, for heaven’s sake, don’t jump away like you got an electric shock. Take your time!” We tried again, and I did like she said. It was better, I could tell. Her lips pressed right against mine and we hugged each other and it felt pretty good. Elizabeth said it was better, too. She had me practice a little more until she was sure I had it right, then she said I was ready for any girl in the school. That’s when I started to ask a question, but I stopped. It was something I’d heard the other guys talking about, but it sounded kind of silly to me. But Elizabeth made me go ahead anyway. So I asked her, wasn’t there something you were supposed to do with your tongue? I figured she’d start laughing at how dumb I was, but she didn’t. She just smiled and raised her eyebrows. “Who told you about that?” she wanted to know. Just some guys, I said. Well, she said, it was true. So we hugged again, and she told me to kiss her like before and let her show me. This time when we pressed our lips together, she slipped her tongue between my lips and right into my mouth! For a second I thought it was gross, but I had to admit it did feel good. And then she said we should try again, and this time I should push my tongue against hers, too. So we did that. I didn’t realize it, but while we were kissing I had gotten a hard-on. If I’d known it I would’ve stopped right away, because I’d always been really embarrassed about that kind of stuff; I really hated it when Dad sat me down for the birds- and-bees talk. But I was concentrating on kissing, so I didn’t know. And Elizabeth and I kissed a few more times, slipping our tongues into each other’s mouths. I guess we were holding each other pretty tight, too. I remember I could feel the strap of her bra through the back of her blouse. And on the third or fourth kiss, instead of just backing away we kind of slid our faces sideways, and I was kissing her neck while she was kissing mine. It felt really good. When we sat back after that, Elizabeth’s face was a little red, and she seemed to be breathing funny. I felt a little odd myself, kind of hot inside. And then she looked down at my lap and her mouth fell open. I was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, and there was a big, dark stain right in the middle of my crotch, right where there was a big bulge from my cock. Boy, was I embarrassed. Elizabeth said she thought we’d better stop there, that I’d had enough practice, and I agreed. That night, I had a dream about her. I don’t remember exactly what happened, but when I woke up I’d cum in my shorts. The next day was Sunday, and with one thing and another it was impossible to get Elizabeth alone, but I thought about her all day. Finally, after dinner, I was able to pull her aside and suggest we slip out the back door for a little while. I asked her if we could practice kissing again. I was afraid she’d still be upset about my having a hard-on the last time, but it turned out she’d been trying to find a way to ask me the same question. We figured we couldn’t stay out there in the dark too long before someone noticed we were missing, but we did kiss and hug a little. After that, we always were on the lookout for a chance to sneak a kiss. Like I said, in a family with eight kids there aren’t a lot of chances to be alone, so we didn’t get together nearly as often as I wanted. But each time we could, we’d sneak away, just the two of us. I remember one time, we were kissing and I had my hands around Elizabeth’s waist, and then I started rubbing her back. I wasn’t planning anything, really I wasn’t. But as my hands kept rubbing I slid along her side and touched her breast. Well, I touched her bra — and that through her blouse. But she didn’t jerk away or anything, she just kept kissing. After that I always tried to cop a feel whenever I could, even when we couldn’t get away — I’d just slip my hand around her when we were doing the dishes, or something, and no one else was watching. That went on for a couple of weeks, and then we were kissing and I was stroking her through her blouse and Elizabeth asked if I didn’t want to get closer. She pulled her blouse out of her jeans and I put my hand underneath. Her skin was really smooth and soft, and warm, too. I remember running my fingertips over her side and touching her bra cup. It was stiff and scratchy, and I didn’t think she could feel anything under it. But when I put my hand on it she moaned a little and stuck her tongue way inside my mouth. It was tough, with as little time as we had, to do much more. I let her put her hands inside my shirt, and she even stuck them down the back of my jeans once or twice and cupped my butt, which felt kinda weird. The fact is, by that time I wasn’t thinking about other girls, just being with my sister. That may not sound right, but I don’t think either one of us thought we were doing anything wrong. I mean, we were just kissing, after all. And with so little time we couldn’t even think about anything else. Finally, after like a month or two, we got another chance to be alone for more than a few minutes. It was a Saturday night, and we’d finished all our homework, so Mom and Dad let us stay up late watching TV — after everyone else had gone to bed. We were sitting next to each other on the couch, and Elizabeth put her arm around me and pulled me in close and we started kissing. We were really going at it hot and heavy, I guess. I pulled her blouse out of her pants and she rolled my T-shirt up to my armpits. I could feel my cock pressing hard against my jeans, but I was used to that by now. I don’t even know what the movie was about. We didn’t pay any attention. Mostly because we were kissing, of course, and then we were keeping one eye on the stairs to make sure no one woke up and found us down there. But then we started licking each other’s neck and stuff, and Elizabeth leaned back until she was on her back and I was on top of her. With her on her back like that, her bra was loose and without really knowing it I slipped my hand inside and got my first feel of a real live breast! This will sound dumb, but it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. I guess I didn’t realize that it was the bra that was so stiff, not what was underneath. I mean, I knew there weren’t any bones or anything there, but I just never thought it would feel so good. When I felt the little button at the tip of my sister’s breast, it all kind of hit me at once, what I was doing, and I pulled my hand out of there fast. But Elizabeth grabbed hold of my arm before I could pull it out from underneath her blouse. “You can do that,” she told me, and I didn’t need to be asked twice. So we kept on kissing, and I was fondling my sister’s tits. I guess it’s no surprise that my cock was as hard as a flagpole, especially since I was right on top of her. By that time she’d swung her legs up onto the couch and I was right in between them, holding myself off of her with one hand while the other was busy.xxx porn storiesWell, with my cock so hard, and me so lost in what we were doing, I just automatically started rubbing it against her. I mean, who wouldn’t, right? So Elizabeth, she says, “Hey, what are you doing?” And I asked her what she meant, and she said down there. And I got all embarrassed again, but she said it was all right. Then she asked me if it didn’t hurt, my jeans being so tight, and I said yeah, it did. “Well, why don’t you slide them down, then?” she said. I said I didn’t know if I should. She said I could do what I wanted, but she was gonna slide her pants down because she wanted to rub herself too. I didn’t know girls did that. I don’t think any of the guys in school knew, either, because none of them ever mentioned it. But Elizabeth said she sometimes played with herself after we got through kissing because I’d gotten her so hot. Well, I told her about having dreams about her, and how I’d done myself too. She said she thought that made her feel really sexy, and I told her I was getting pretty hot thinking about how I’d made her feel, too. So we both undid our pants and slipped them down around our ankles. Elizabeth had on a pair of shiny pink panties, really smooth. I was glad I just had on my white boxers, not any of the ones Mom had got me last Christmas, the ones with the polka dots or the race cars. We both laughed when we saw the matching stains on the fronts of her panties and my shorts. Anyway, she spread her legs apart a little and I got on top of her again, and I started rubbing against her. We started kissing again and stuff, too. I guess just rubbing isn’t enough for girls, because Elizabeth put her hand down there and stuck it inside her panties. I would’ve put my hand on my dick, too, but I didn’t have one free, ’cause I was feeling her up again. Since I couldn’t touch my cock, I wasn’t getting much satisfaction out of it, so I started rubbing harder. Next thing you know, I’m rubbing so hard that the head of my dick pokes right out the top of my shorts. I was hoping Elizabeth wouldn’t notice, and for a while she didn’t. She stopped kissing me and put her head to the side and just groaned softly and then all of a sudden she jerked back and forth a few times. I asked her if she was all right and she giggled. “I came,” she told me. “That’s what a girl’s orgasm is like. And that was a good one, too. How about you?” Before I could say anything, she started to pull her hand out of her panties and it brushed against the tip of my dick. I said I was sorry. “For what?” she said. And then she put her hand right on my cock! I thought I was gonna blow right then and there, it felt so good. Her fingers were real soft and kinda slippery — from fingering herself, I guess. I’d never felt anything like that before; it was way better than when I jacked myself off. But I was nervous, and I asked her if it was all right, us doing that, being brother and sister. She asked me if I didn’t like it. Of course, I had to say I did. Then she said that it wasn’t much different than just kissing, since we were just touching — and hadn’t I touched her breasts? Well, sure, I had, and that made sense to me. Besides, it felt too good with her hand rubbing along my shaft for me to ask her to stop. So she slid it up and down, slowly. When her fingers brushed over the sides of the helmet, I thought I would die. But after she’d rubbed a little longer it just felt right and pretty soon I felt something happening. I tried to warn her, but the cum just shot right out of me and splattered over her hand and onto her stomach. We kissed a little more and then I got up and got my clothes back and got her a towel from the kitchen to wipe herself off. By then the movie was over and we figured we’d better go up to bed. The next day we were eating breakfast with the rest of the family when Nicholas almost got us in big trouble. It turned out that while Elizabeth and me were really going at it, he’d gotten up and started to come downstairs to raid the fridge, and he saw me on top of her. When he started to tell Mom and Dad that he’d seen us on the couch, I was freaking. I snuck a peek at Elizabeth, and her face was white. What were we going to say? Luckily for us, it turned out Nicholas didn’t understand what he saw. He said we were fighting. Elizabeth cut him off real quick and said we were just having a pillow fight, and Mom told Nicholas not to be a snitch. Was I relieved! That evening, Elizabeth and me were careful to stay away from each other, but she did manage to slip me a note. It said that we should probably play it cool for a few days. I winked at her to show I agreed. The next few days were awful, not being able to hold her or kiss her or anything. I spent my nights jacking off in my bed, thinking about her. When we finally did manage to be alone, it was just for a few seconds, enough for a quick kiss; we didn’t even have time to talk. But as we split up again, Elizabeth whispered to me. “Write me a note,” she said. So I did. I wrote down how I thought about her all the time, and how I had dreams about her, and how I missed our kissing. I slipped it to her when we were all having dinner. The next day, she gave me a note back. It said she thought about me, too. That made me feel really terrific. And she said she couldn’t wait until we could be together again, which went double for me. But for the next couple of weeks, we didn’t get in a single kiss. We both agreed that after the Nicholas thing we should play it cool, at least as far as any late-night stuff. And we didn’t want anyone to notice us going off by ourselves all the time. As it turned out, though, that didn’t mean we couldn’t do anything. It started one night at dinner. This time Elizabeth and me were sitting next to each other. I was really in agony, having her so close that I could smell the flowery soap she used but not being able to touch her or anything. She had a white cotton blouse on and she’d left the top two buttons open, so when she bent over a little I could see her breasts hiding in her bra. I wanted to just yank open that blouse and grab hold of them. With all that going on in my head, it’s no wonder my cock was getting stiff. I didn’t think anyone would notice, with it under the table, but I think Elizabeth may have guessed. Anyway, I was taking a bite of spaghetti when I felt something on my crotch. I looked down right away and saw Elizabeth’s hand under the tablecloth. I felt her undoing my zipper. I looked around the table, and no one else seemed to noticing anything going on. It was tough to keep a straight face while my sister slid her hand into my pants and pulled my hard shaft out and starting jacking me off. My dad asked me to pass the butter and it took two or three tries before he got my attention. Elizabeth just giggled and kept on. When I felt myself about to cum I put my hand down there and pushed her away. No way was I gonna cum with my cock waving in the air like that, and get it all over my pants. As it was, I just got it stuffed back into my shorts when I exploded, and I had to wolf down the rest of my food and skip dessert so I could go clean myself up. After that, I wrote Elizabeth a note telling her it wasn’t fair that she could jack me off in front of everybody and I couldn’t get a hand on her breasts unless we were alone. She sent a note right back. “You’ll think of something,” it said. It was later that week that I finally figured out what she meant. In the meantime, she sent me another note saying she missed our sessions so much that she’d gotten a vibrator to help herself out. I didn’t know what that was at first, but when I sent a note back she drew me a picture. She said one of the girls at school ordered a bunch from some catalog. Elizabeth wrote that she kept hers in her locker at school, and when she did herself in the bathroom she would think about me. God, that made me get a hard-on just thinking about it. I told her so, and she wrote back that she’d prefer me to the vibrator any time. If found out what she meant that night. A bunch of us were watching TV, with me and Elizabeth and Nicholas all sitting together on the couch. She had on a sweatsuit, which made her look kind of lumpy — but I still remembered what was underneath. Anyway, she said she was cold and grabbed a blanket and threw it over her lap — and then she asked if I wasn’t a little chilled, too. I was too dumb to figure it out then, but luckily Nicholas, who was sitting on the other side of me, said he was — so Elizabeth spread the blanket over all our laps. In a little while she reached underneath the blanket and grabbed my hand and guided it over to her lap. When she tucked my hand under the waistband of her sweatpants I got the idea. My fingers brushed over a patch of hair, which I figured was like the one above my cock. And then I felt some folds of skin. They were already a little wet. I didn’t know where I was going, but Elizabeth guided me a little and pretty soon I had worked a couple of fingers into her hole and they got really slick from her juices. I wasn’t sure what to do then, but I started pushing my fingers in and out and I could hear Elizabeth’s breathing getting shallow so I figured I was on the right track. Once I started rubbing faster but Nicholas looked over when he felt the blanket shaking, so I had to slow down. It took awhile, but eventually Elizabeth kind of jerked a few times and then she pulled my hand away, letting me wipe it on the inside of her sweatpants first. So even though we couldn’t get away by ourselves, my sister and I did get a few chances to do each other — when we were with the rest of the family! It was so hot. Once we did get together for a few minutes when I ran into her at night in the hallway as we were both going to the bathroom. We figured that it was so late no one else would notice, so we snuck into the toilet together. The door was hardly closed before Elizabeth was all over me, pulling my cock out of my pajamas and planting her lips right on mine. And I was giving it back, too. I put my hand down her panties and stuck my tongue in her mouth. It felt so good to be with her again, without having to hide what we were doing. I was so hot for her I came right away, although I kept diddling her for a few minutes before she could cum. I told her how much I missed her, and Elizabeth said she felt exactly the same. Then she asked me if I really meant what I wrote in my notes, that I thought about her all the time, especially when I was jacking off. Sure, I said, all the time. Did I ever think about her being … naked?xxx pornYeah! Boy, did I. I told her I had been wondering what she looked like, especially ever since that night she put my hand inside her pants. Elizabeth smiled and said would I like to find out for real? I thought she was gonna strip right then, but she said we should go back to our rooms before anyone noticed. But if I really wanted to see her naked, she said, I should just wait and see what happened the next night after dinner. She wouldn’t tell me any more. All that day in school I was going around with a permanent hard-on, thinking about getting to see my sister in the nude. I figured she had a great body, from what I’d been able to see of it and what I’d felt. I was a little worried about her maybe wanting to see me nude too. I’m kind of scrawny and I figured she’d be disappointed, and maybe she wouldn’t want to make out with me any more. But I tried to stop thinking about that and just concentrate on her. After dinner I had to finish up some homework, and I raced through it to make sure I would be downstairs as soon as I could. I didn’t know what to expect, but I didn’t want to risk missing out on whatever it was. There was no way Elizabeth was gonna show me any skin with everybody else around, unless maybe she’d figured out some way to do it where no one but me could see. But I figured if she did that I probably wouldn’t be able to do much touching, and that would be a pain. I knew that once I saw her naked I’d want to kiss and lick every inch of her. When I finally finished my homework, I took the stairs two at a time going down, but nothing seemed to be happening. Elizabeth was just reading a book, and Mom was sorting through some mail while Dad balanced the checkbook. My sister gave me a wink when I came down, but she didn’t say anything. I flipped on the TV and sat back to see what would happen. When Mom finished with the mail, she started to get up but Elizabeth came up and stopped her. My sister said that she’d had an offer from one of her teachers to babysit their kids New Year’s Eve, which was just a couple of weeks away. Mom cross-examined her about who the teacher was and how old the kids were — four-year-old twins — and how late she’d be. Elizabeth said she was supposed to be over there at six and they weren’t expected back until two or three in the morning, so she would sleep over. Mom sounded doubtful. Elizabeth begged a little, and even asked Dad what he thought. He said he didn’t like the idea of her being alone with those kids for so long on New Year’s, when who knew what people would be doing. That’s when Elizabeth asked if it would be OK if she had someone else with her. Mom said it would be all right as long as it was some friend they knew and could trust. My sister said she couldn’t ask any of her friends because then she’d have to split the pay — so how about if I came along? I must have looked really surprised, because Dad laughed and said it didn’t look like I was interested. Of course, the joke was on him because I knew now what Elizabeth had planned, and I was absolutely interested. I figured I better not show it too much, though, or they might get suspicious. I hemmed and hawed, but in the end I let my Mom talk me into doing it. The next two weeks seemed to take forever. I mean, Christmas came along, and usually that was my favorite day of the whole year, but now it was just another day that I couldn’t do anything with Elizabeth because there were too many people around. We did kiss under the mistletoe, but I couldn’t even stick my tongue in her mouth. Finally New Year’s Eve arrived. The other kids teased us about missing the big family celebration — which was a real tease, because all we ever did was have cocoa while we watched TV. I was real careful to hide how excited I was, but it was tough because my cock felt harder and bigger than ever and every time I caught a glimpse of Elizabeth or heard her voice my dick jerked. We got over to the Maxwell’s house — that was the couple we were babysitting for — about 6, just before they left for their party. They told us there was lots of food and pop in the fridge, and left the phone number in case of trouble. I didn’t pay much attention, except when they repeated that they wouldn’t be home until 2, and more likely 3. They showed us where the sheets and pillows were to make up the couch — that was where I was going to sleep — and finally got out the door. At 7 we held a New Year’s celebration for the twins with noisemakers and ice cream, figuring that would give them time to wind down and actually get to sleep at 8, their normal bedtime. It worked. We waited until 8:30, just to make sure they were really asleep. When Elizabeth peeked in their room, both the girls were out, snoring quietly. While we had waited for them to settle down and drift off, Elizabeth and me had been kissing and hugging on the couch, so my cock was in agony pressing against my jeans and my hormones were at their peak. I could hardly wait for what would come next. Elizabeth told me to wait in the guest room, where she was supposed to sleep, while she got ready. She cautioned me not to take off anything except my shoes and socks, because she didn’t “want to miss any of the show.” I jumped on the bed to wait for her. She was gone awhile. I wondered if maybe she was gonna change into something sexy like the women in the magazines wear — you know, some kind of sheer nightgown or panties with the crotch cut out. I’d seen Elizabeth around the house in her pajamas or nightgowns, but those never showed too much. Of course, that didn’t mean I didn’t like looking at her in them, anyway, but I did think about what she might look like in something fancy. But when she came into the room she was dressed just like before — a loose-fitting pair of jeans, a blue blouse with long sleeves and a white sweater-vest. Nothing fancy. I guess I must have showed my disappointment, because she laughed and asked if I was expecting maybe Raquel Welch. I got afraid she might think I didn’t like her so I started to tell her how pretty she was, but she told me it was all right. Then she crawled onto the bed with me and we started kissing and stuff. It was good, like always, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what was ahead. I think Elizabeth was anxious, too, because before too long she got off the bed. We stood a few feet apart, just kind of looking at each other for a minute. Then Elizabeth asked, was I sure I wanted to do this. I said yeah, was she? I was worried again, maybe she was having second thoughts. But she said she was just making sure, that she didn’t want to push me into anything. Then she looked down at my crotch and said it sure didn’t look like I was being pushed in. She could see my cock was pushing out against my jeans like a balloon getting ready to bust. So she said, would I go first. I said that was no fair, I already had my socks off, so she kicked off her shoes and pointed at me. “Your turn,” she said. I pulled off my sweatshirt. Elizabeth groaned when she saw I still had a T-shirt on underneath, but she went ahead anyway and took off her sweater. I said she should take off her blouse too, and she gave in and did it. She had on a plain white bra, nothing fancy, but I didn’t care. This was the first time I’d gotten a really good look at the breasts I’d had my hands on, and they looked as good as I’d thought. Not real big, but not too small either. They kind of bulged out of the bra a little. It was my turn again, and I took off my T-shirt. I felt ashamed because I had no hair on my chest, so I crossed my arms in front of me. Besides, I didn’t know what else to do with them. Elizabeth started to unzip her jeans. I said she should take off her top first, like I did, but she wouldn’t give in this time. She had on plain white cotton panties. I could see a dark stain on the front again. This was my first look at her full body, in full light. She was round all over — not fat, I mean, but good looking, no bony knees or stuff. I took off my jeans then. When I undid the zipper and pulled them partway down, my boner was set free and stuck the front of my boxers out like a tent. Up till then we really hadn’t shown each other anything we hadn’t already seen. But something was going to change soon, and we both knew it. We just looked at each other again for a minute or so. Then Elizabeth put her hands behind her back. When she brought them forward again, her bra came loose and she tossed it aside. Her breasts sagged just a little, but they still stood out. And now I could see her nipples, and the dark circles around them. I licked my lips, trying to think of something smart to say, but I couldn’t. “So how do I look?” That was Elizabeth. She looked like she didn’t know what to do with her hands, either — she crossed them under her breasts, then put them on her hips, then just hung them at her sides. “You’re beautiful,” I said, and I really meant it. She was. The most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. She took a few steps toward me, and I reached out a hand and brushed it against the side of her breast. The next thing you know, we were hugging and kissing. I couldn’t get over feeling my sister’s breasts pressing into my chest, just skin to skin. After a few minutes, we both stepped back. Neither one of us said a word. I could hear my heart pounding away like a drum, and I was surprised Elizabeth didn’t say anything about it, it seemed so loud.
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  4. amit tandon wife...I woke up in the morning to the smell of coffee under my nose. “Good morning My Pet,” He said… My daddy pees on me and I like it. Sometimes I even beg him to whip out his big dick and take a leak right on my face. How did I get this perverted, some people may wonder? Well, it all started last year when my father and I went on vacation to the Jersey shore. We shared a room because we didn’t have enough money for separate quarters. My being a well-developed 18 year-old blonde shouldn’t have been a problem. After all, he was my father and we had rented a suite with a bedroom. He would use that while I slept on a roll-away bed in the living room. We checked in and found to our surprise that the suite assigned to us had a heart-shaped bathtub right in the middle of the living room. I’d heard about these things from friends who went to the Poconos, but I’d never seen one. Little did I know how much trouble I would get into while luxuriating in it. The day after we arrived my father went for a walk down the boardwalk to the next town to check out a bar he’d heard about from a friend. I did some swimming and, to be honest, some trolling for cute lifeguards. One big hunk really made me pussy juice up. It was too bad that he already had a girlfriend. Frustrated and covered with salt water, I came back to the suite and decided to take a bath. I ran the water and stripped out of my bikini. In the mirror over the dresser I could see my foxy little body. My tits are real bouncy and many a man has drooled his saliva over my pencil-eraser nipples. So there I was, lying in the water and feeling real horny. I started massaging my clit, hoping for a big cum. That lifeguard’s little bathing suit had burned itself in my brain and I kept thinking about taking it off without using my hands. I was all worked up and ready to cum when suddenly my father walks out of the bedroom. He’d been there the whole time! There I am with my tongue hanging out and my hand splashing away at my cunt and my own father sees me. I could have died on the spot. “Sally!,” he shouted, “what the hell is going on here? What are you doing?” He sounded furious, which, considering I was only jerking off, seemed too severe a reaction. “I’m sorry. It’s just that . . .” How could I explain this? “It’s just that you’re a little slut,” he answered for me. “A whore. A fingerfucking cunt just like your mother.” He was livid as he dragged up memories of my mother, a cold bitch who abandoned us when I was five. I also realized that he was drunk and Daddy does not hold his liquor well on the rare occasions when he has a few. He kept screaming obscenities and insults at me. Could they hear us in the next room? This was so embarrassing! “I oughta take you over my lap. I oughta beat you black and blue. You little pig. Rubbing your cunt like that right in our room.” He stumbled toward me as he raved and ranted. I just stayed in the tub hoping that the soapy water covered my tits and pussy because I knew if he saw them he’d get even madder.sex picturesWhen he got up close to the tub Daddy did the most insane thing I’ve ever seen. He opened his fly and whipped out his cock and started peeing on me. “Stop, stop,” I screamed. “What are you doing?” His stream was going all over my face and hair, dripping down into the bath water. “A little jerk-off whore like you deserves to be peed on. Take this and like it.” He grabbed my head and pissed right onto my closed mouth. I couldn’t breath, so I had to open my lips for some air. A thick stream of urine blasted right in and I had to swallow it. To my amazement it was delicious, a saltytreat for my palate. I was instantly hooked. “More, more, piss on me some more,” I begged. He ran his endless stream over my face. I began masturbating furiously. Now all he yelled was encouragement. “Frig that clit. Com’n you little piss whore. Let me see you come. You wanna come, don’t you?” “Yes, yes, Daddy. Help me come.” I stood up in the tub. He was smart enough to aim his piss right at my cunt as I diddled my clit shamelessly for him. The warm urine went all over my hands and into my pussy, getting me off almost instantly. My hips bucked from the force of my orgasm and I had to sit back in the pissy water to avoid falling down. All his piss was out by now and I knew what he needed to cap this off. “Come here,” I ordered. He looked horrified at what he had done in his drunken rage, but he moved in close anyway. I took his prick in my hand and it got hard almost instantly. I pulled him close and began tounging his pissy penis. It was flavored by his delicious urine. Gobbling him down my well-practiced throat, I made him come in a minute. He must have been incredibly horny. I swallowed his love juice into my stomach where it mixed with his tangy piss. “Oh, baby, I’m so sorry,” he said, hugging me. I told him not to worry about it, that this was just the beginning of our piss life together. And it was.
  5. My world was turned upside down. Grandma and Grandpa were here for the week, and I had to stay at home to spend quality time with them. It’s tough when you’re 15 to take time out from your busy and important teenage duties. My parents decided to take a couple of days off just for them and head to the beach. Grandma and Grandpa were left in charge. I had noticed something different about Grandpa when he was down to visit when I was 11. We had been playing a game of cards at the card table and from time to time he would rub my knee under the table. Then, one of those times his hand slid up my inner thigh and came so very close to my cunny. I felt an uncomfortable tingling. On this visit I got home after they had already arrived. I walked into my bedroom as he was coming out of my bathroom. He said for me to give my grandpa a big hug. He was taller and much bigger than me, so I had to reach up to put my arms around him. He stood up a little and kept my body pushed in to his. As he did this, he rubbed my bottom and squeezed it. Was this a normal greeting? Still, this was my grandpa, of course there was nothing strange going on. The Friday night my parents were gone changed my perspective forever. I had come home late to find that there were no cars in the driveway. Finally some time to myself! I went to my bedroom and shut the door and tuned out to the radio. 15 minutes later I heard a knock at my door. I turned down the radio and said come in. Who was still here, I wondered? The door slowly opened to reveal Grandpa. Oh great! He and I alone in the house. He told me that Grandma had taken the younger kids out for pizza and a movie. Since I did not get home in time he said he would wait here for me. Hmm, How very responsible of him . . . or maybe there was something else to it. He sat down on a big chair I had in my room and asked me about the teenage life, friends and school and stuff. Then, he said that while we were speaking of school, the school had called and said they were concerned that I may have been skipping one day last week. Oh, man! I didn’t think I’d get busted for that. Well, at least they called Grandpa. I should be able to weasel my way out of it. Right then he said he would not tell my folks but he wanted to know honestly if I was guilty or not. Not fearing retaliation, I admitted my folly. He said he would stick to his promise not to tell, but that he would have to take care of this himself. My stomach began to stir. Wait a minute! What is that supposed to mean?! He told me to wait there. I waited in nervous anticipation. When he came back in the room he was holding a large pingpong paddle. “No, no”, was all that I could say. He repeated to me that he would take care of it and no one else needed to know about it. I knew even a paddling from him would be better than the prison camp state that would await me if he told. I lowered my eyes and hung my head communicating to him my compliance. He told me to come and stand before him facing away. I did so. he was sitting in the easy chair and I was standing with my bottom facing him. He told me to lower my jeans to the floor and step out of them. As I did what he requested, all I could think was that this can’t really be happening. After I became pantyless, he told me to bend over, reach out and place my hands on the desk that was quite a stretch in front of me. I strained to do so. “I bet all the boys tell you what a nice ass you have.” Within an instant his hands were all over my ass, massaging and rubbing my young cheeks. I could hear his labored breathing. Then, SWACK! Ooh, it hurt! SWACK! SWACK! “Oh, baby! I like how your sweet ass bounces and jiggles!” He rubbed my ass more, grabbing up handfuls in lustful delight. He sounded like he was about to pass out. He pulled away from me again and SWACK! SWACK! SWACK!pornIs he going to spank me until they come home? That could be hours. It was then I thought, I might as well have a little fun myself. I’m driving this old man crazy! “Grandpa, please, please let me have a break,” I begged. He allowed it and I stood up rubbing my bruised bottom. It hurt more than I thought it would. “It’s so hot in here!” I turned around and stood right in front of him in my T-shirt and lacy panties. I watched his eyes go straight to my crotch. I stood there acting like I didn’t notice. As his eyes soaked me in, I reached up and snatched off my T-shirt in an instant! I wasn’t wearing a bra and my young, bountiful tits leaped out into the thin air and lightly bounced there in front of his shocked vision. “Honey, they are beautiful! Walk over here for Grandpa.” I slowly approached him until his groping hands met my tantalizing, swollen tits. I have never been and probably never will be felt up like that again! He exhibited such a thoroughness with zeal and passion. My nipples perked up and stood at his beckoning attention! I didn’t know my nipples could get so hard and maintain their constant erection! My panties were being soaked as I stood there taking in his elderly worship of my youthful, engorged melons. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I reminded Grandpa of my spanking and how it must be finished. I assumed the position – bent over with my ass facing him, legs straight, and arms outstretched in front of me just gripping the desk. “Wait! Don’t start yet!” I said. I reached back and pulled down my wet panties, taking them completely off with one swift movement. There I was bent over in front of him completely naked. I knew it was his wet dream come to life. As I thought about him staring at my beautiful, young, erotic body my juices started to flow more swiftly. Staying in position, I spread my stance so that he could take in even more of my pouty sex. I could feel his stare invading my most private, tender sanctums. “Touch me! Touch me! Touch me!,” I cried to myself. SMACK! was all I heard. And then the stinging! “OW! Grandpa, that hurt!” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He rained down his best on my glowing red ass! “Tell me you like it.” he said. I was at the verge of tears. “I-i-i-i-i l-i-i-i-ike i-i-i-t, grandpa.” “That’s a good girl. You are a good girl, aren’t you? Bad girls are big teases, but I know you are my good girl.” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! And then silence, and all I could feel was the warmth of my well-spanked behind. Then, his hands were on the small on my back as he guided me toward the desk I was balancing myself on. He kept me bent over and soon the upper half of my body was lying face down on the desk. My tits were pressed down into the smooth, cool wood just by the sheer weight of my chest. He stood over me and massaged my lower back and tenderly rubbed my ass cheeks and upper thighs. “How’s my good girl now?” “Better, grandpa.” “Are you my good girl or you a bad girl?” He said as his large rough hands gently pulled my ass cheeks apart. “I-i -i-i-‘m y-y-our g-g-ood girl.” Before I could finish speaking, I felt his tongue licking up and down my exposed crack. He lightly flitted about my tense anus with tickling wisps. I could not relax to let him in. “Oh no. My good girl is so tight.” He dipped his finger down between my wet pussy lips and soaked his finger, Then he lubricated my anus with it and slowly pushed his way inside of me. He fingered me deep and rhythmically. I found myself rocking on the desk, rubbing my clit against the grain and thrusting back on his finger. “That’s a good girl!” I think he could tell that I was ready to explode because he stopped and withdrew from me. “Okay, now honey, follow my instructions very carefully. . . . slowly roll over and scoot back on the desk.” He stood back and watched me obey. Here I thought I would give the old man a thrill, and now I was totally obedient to him. I lay there, naked, feeling the slickness of the desk under me, now that my juices were everywhere. I looked up at him standing over me. His gaze was covering me from head to toe, I felt so young and helpless. He was so large standing over my vulnerable state. He stared at me without touching me until my sex ached and I had become too uncomfortable. He could tell I was squirming under this perpetual anticipation. “Do you want me to touch your body, honey?” I nodded yes. “Tell me. Tell your grandpa.” “P-p-p-please t-t-t-t-touch me, grandpa.” I was wondering if I was sounding like a little child. He bent over me and scooped up my waiting tits. He took them one by one as much as he could into his mouth. His tongue flickered at my nipples erecting them back to their rock hard state. My body writhed about uncontrollably on the desk. He did not divert his attention at all from my swelling titties when he said, “Spread your legs, honey, and bring your knees up toward the ceiling”. I did so without even thinking about it. He reached around and squeezed my still warm pinkish ass. I moaned and wiggled. He stood up straight and walked over to the end of the desk, so that he was staring right at my opened pussy. I was spread towards him and my cunt was visibly dripping its lust lotion. “You are doing very well, sweetheart.” He delicately pinched each of my pussy lips and spread them far apart until I felt the ecstatic limits of their stretching. “What a sweet, pink pussy hole you have. I bet all the little boys you date want to play with it.” He pushed the first digit of his thick finger inside of me. I rolled and rolled on it without choice. “Do you want grandpa all the way in?” “Y-y-y-yes, p-p-p-please, sir.” He slid it in smoothly until his knuckle disappeared inside of me. I rocked on him like crazy, moaning and crying out like a fool. All my dignity went out the window when he eased it back and forth in my begging chamber. All of a sudden, he withdrew and I audibly gasped! He straightened my legs out and spread my thighs apart as far as was comfortably possible. “Close your eyes, honey.” I froze there with my eyes tightly shut.porn and erotic storyA moment passed and then I felt him there, his tongue licking between my lips, sliding in and out of me, sucking on my enlarged clit. The rhythm, up and down – I was moving with him. He slid a finger up my ass and then another one up my pussy – with the other hand he began to roughly grope my tits and the whole time he sucked and flicked at my clit with his hungry tongue. I couldn’t take it anymore – his fingers thrusting with the same motion inside of me! His lapping tongue on my clit. I began screaming wildly – “Oh! oh! oh! oh! o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h!” He squeezed my nipple hard when I came, and drove his fingers deep and powerfully inside me. He just let me lay there pulsing on him, until I calmed down completely. Then, he got up, walked around to my head and kissed me lightly on the forward. “That’s my good girl.” He walked out of the room. I did see him until late when everyone got back. He acted as if nothing had happened, but before they left to go home, he did give me a pinch on the ass when no one was looking. I gave him a hug good-bye in front of everyone, and I felt all anxious inside when he said, “Now that’s my good girl!” During Christmas break 2019 my sister came down with her best friend Kelly. They were staying for a few days…

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I love when my girlfriend spontaneously decides to seduce or dominate me. Granted there are times when I’m not in the mood for it and it causes problems for she certainly is, but in general, I love it. I love the vulnerability. I encourage her to do whatever she wants to me when I give into her, but I’ve always felt that she’s held back. Part of me is usually grateful, but another kinkier part wishes that she’d go all out. And I do mean all out. I know that she’ll do, or at least try, absolutely anything that I want (with the exception of golden showers or scat), but as I’m sure some folks will agree, there are some things that you don’t want to admit that you want, no matter how open your lover is. You just want them to discover your hidden cravings. Plus, it’s always more exciting that way. Exploration is as fun as getting exactly what you desire. She’s pretty damn good at figuring out what it is that I desire, which is why it was always so frustrating that she didn’t pick up on those secret things that I wanted but couldn’t voice. I wanted to be utterly under her command. I wanted her to violate me, and make me feel helpless. Whenever she tried, she always fell short because she was afraid she’d truly offend or frighten me. I could never quite get myself to tell her how far I wanted her to take the scenario. I tried hinting at it but nothing changed. I was getting impatient, but the wait was certainly worth it once she finally went wild and abused me in the way that I had always wanted her to. I still jerk off to that night and it was a long time ago. I remember I worked that day. It was the holiday season so I was working 10 and 11 hour shifts at my father’s book store. I was exhausted every night, and frankly our sex life was lacking for I was too tired to perform. I just couldn’t get hot enough to get into any kind of mood for physical activity with her. On this particular day, she came over in the morning before work, for breakfast. As we were kissing goodbye in the driveway, she reminded me that I promised I’d go to her house after work, regardless of how much I’d rather go home to pass out. She was rubbing up against me and smiling as she spoke, which meant that she was turned on. I sighed and thought about how she’d probably want to fuck later, since we hadn’t in almost a week, and how I would probably be too tired. I kissed her again, thinking she was done talking, but she pulled away to continue. She ran her hand down to my crotch and said softly, “And baby, make sure that you’re horny tonight, because I have plans for you.” With a weak “I’ll do my best, honey” smile, I got into my car and drove away. On my break, I thought about what she said. She had plans for me? I wondered what that meant. I was pretty confident assuming that she meant she was going to screw me for as long as I could take it, but it seemed that there was something else. If just having sex was the whole plan, she just would’ve told me straight out. She left it so vague that it insinuated there was more coming. I tried to think about it a little more, to build some interest, anticipation, and sexual drive. I spent a few minutes in the Sexuality section of the store, flipping through the ever popular sex guides for inspiration. There were a few pictures in several of the books that were sure-fire ways to turn me on. I saved those until I was leaving, and hoped that I could maintain my semi erection on the ride over to her house as well as stay awake. I was thankful that I wasn’t as beat as I usually was but I was still extremely tired. When I arrived, there was a small note on the door telling me that it was open and to go upstairs to her room. I took the paper and followed the instructions. I was surprised to find another note on her bedroom door. This one read, “I hope you’re horny.” Despite my tiredness, I felt a brief stir in my groin as my semi returned (“Thank God,” I had thought). I knocked lightly and opened the door. The room was dim and lit only by the few candles which were scattered about. She was sitting on her overstuffed reading chair, looking down at a book. She did not look up when I entered. When I saw her, I knew I wasn’t as tired as I thought I was in the car. My soft penis stiffened immediately. She was dressed up. I loved when she dressed up for me and she knew it. I hadn’t anticipated what I saw: my petite brunette girlfriend sitting with her legs pressed together, wearing my favorite pair of CFM shoes, black stockings (which I knew were thigh-highs for they turned me on the most), a short black slip, and hopefully thong or G string underwear. Her hair was piled on her head, making her look sexy and sophisticated. I had to adjust myself.bdsm porn storiesWhen she heard the rustling of my hand in my pocket she leisurely closed her book and looked up. I glanced at the title. _Exit to Eden_. I swallowed hard. I had never read the book, but I knew what it was about. Suddenly, I had an inkling of an idea of what her plans were and I was hoping I was right. She looked me over and smiled. I waited for her to ask how my day went, but instead she pretty much told me that she didn’t care. “I’d love to hear about your day darling, but I have others things on my mind. So why don’t you take off your clothes and maybe I’ll consider telling you about them.” I stripped and took a step towards her. She put her hand up to stop me. “Jason my love, listen to me. You have exactly 5 minutes to shower. Don’t wet your hair. Just wash everything, and I do mean everything, that you have between your legs. Go.” “Why don’t you join me?” I asked. She shot me a stern look that indicated that she was giving me orders, not accepting suggestions. I said nothing more and just turned and walked to the bathroom connected to her room. I opened the door and heard the shower running already. I glanced over my shoulder only to see that she had picked up her book again. She had turned it on for me before I arrived, I guessed. The thought that tonight had been so premeditated by her encouraged my libido even more. If she thought of the small detail of turning on the shower for me before I even knew I would be taking one, then who knew what else she had thought of. I considered that more as I soaped my dick and my ass and was rewarded with the biggest hard-on I had had in weeks. When I finished and reentered the room, she was still reading. I wished she’d put down the damn book and pay attention to me. This time she didn’t wait to look at me. She immediately tossed her book aside and stood. She fingered for me to approach her. In seconds we were embracing tightly and kissing. I put my hands under her slip to confirm my fears: she was wearing my favorite pair of sheer G-string panties. I sighed deeply and ran my hands up her back and gave her a quick squeeze. She pressed her body against mine, suffocating my swollen cock in silk. I tried to move my hips back and forth to rub the soft fabric against me, but she stepped back too quickly. “Get onto the bed,” she said. I complied and crawled to the far side of the four-post bed to give her room to follow me. But she didn’t. “Lie down baby, spread eagle.” I did as I was told. A thought flashed through my mind: she was going to tie me up. I hoped so. “You don’t seem all that tired today. I was hoping you’d be awake. This will be a good night for you if you’re alert enough and do as you’re told,” she said as she slowly walked around the bed. “I’m-“ “Shhhhh. . . . . . no talking. The only time you can speak is when I ask you a question. Otherwise, the only sounds that are allowed out of your pretty little mouth are moans. I do not want to hear protests of anything kind. If you have a problem, too bad. This night is for me, not you.” My dick stiffened and a few drops of precum oozed out. She certainly had my attention, and I didn’t anticipate falling asleep any time soon. She had stopped at the bottom of the bed on the floor, between my legs, and slowly climbed up from there. Her hands and mouth went straight to my balls. She licked and sucked on them lightly, which drove me mad. I liked it when she was rough with them and it was almost unbearable when she was so gentle. I placed my hands on the back of her head, but she shook them off and told me not to touch her again or else I’d be made immobile. It was tempting to grab her again so she’d follow through with that threat, but I decided to play along until I couldn’t take it any longer. I returned to concentrating on the activity below my waist. She licked her way up my shaft and slowly pulled the head of my penis into her mouth. One of her hands was still touching the soft skin of my scrotum while the other rested on my right thigh to maintain balance. Then, unexpectedly, her demeanor changed. Her grip on my sac tightened in a flash, and at the same instant she took my entire length into her mouth. She deep throated me as she yanked and squeezed my balls. Her sudden change in method took me by surprise and I caught myself reaching to replace my hands on her head. I stopped myself for I didn’t want to give up my freedom just yet. She went down on me for a few minutes more before sitting up. I anticipated her next move, and made a mental bet that it would be into the 69 position. I was half-right. “You’ve been very good so far. I’m surprised that you were able to keep your hands off of me. But even though you were so well behaved, I’m going to tie you down.” My heart beat loudly in my chest. When she tied me up, that was one thing, but tying me down was something else! I had more freedom when I was tied up; only my arms were bound to the bedposts. Tying me down meant she was going to restrain my arms and my legs. She had only done that once before, and I had never told her how much I enjoyed being so out of control. I had the sudden urge to kiss her before she took over completely, and quickly sat up and pulled her towards me. We kissed hard and passionately for a brief moment before she leaned back and pushed me onto my back again. She turned around to anchor my ankles to the bed first. I moaned loudly as she crawled on all fours to the left lower corner of the bed. It turned me on immensely to see her pussy and asshole so plainly. I loved 69ing because I could stare up between her legs and have both inches from my face. Just thinking about her over me like that made me salivate. I altered my prediction slightly by adding in the fact that I’d be tied down as she sucked my cock and I ate her pussy. I turned out to be correct with that one.fetish porn storyAfter strapping me down completely, she faced the foot of the bed and straddled my face. I opened my mouth to accept her warmth and wetness, but I was mercilessly denied both. She held her pussy out of my reach as she began going down on me again. It was pure torture and I loved it! I strained to get to her put couldn’t. Through my frustration I almost didn’t hear her speak. She must have guessed that for she repeated herself louder. “If you want it on your face, beg me for it.” I said nothing for a moment. She had never made a request like that before. It made me hard as hell but I wasn’t sure how serious she was. Deep down I really wanted her to make me beg, not just ask me to. So I ignored her and tried again to get mouth on her wet cunt. She dipped her hips and grazed my lips with her lower pair, leaving the taste and smell for me to make me suffer. By the time I realized she had moved, she had returned to her original position. It was agony having and losing her in the same second. I couldn’t stand it any more. “Please?” I said. “You’re going to have to try harder than that!” she laughed as she began licking my shaft again. I sighed deeply, wanting her more than I could ever recall. “Please Dana, give it to me.” She responded by tonguing her way to my balls, and then stopping. “More,” she said, “I’m not convinced that you really want it.” I groaned and tried to thrust my hips forward to get my now painful erection back into her mouth. She roughly batted me away. The small amount of pain it provided me made me lose it. “Dana I need your pussy on my face. I want to bury my tongue inside you. I need it. You-” she cut me off my dropping herself down to grant my requests. I licked up the center and plunged my tongue into her. She began furiously sucking me cock. It was too much for me. It was all too good. I arched my back and let out a loud, muffled bellow as I came. She swallowed it all and kept pumping me as my orgasm subsided. I stopped eating her out. I rested my head on the bed and panted and emitted little noises as she slowed her pace. “You’re not done,” she said, “I haven’t cum yet.” To Be Continued… Please send any comments/thoughts

I took some free days at home after a boring business trip.On these some days, my loving wife was sent to Chicago for giving some training to new employees and she asked me to go with her.I enjoyed the city during the day and joined Ana in the late afternoons.On the third night, we decided to go to a Jazz club after dinner.Anita got ready for the evening and she slipped on a tight black dress and a pair of high stilettos that accented her great long legs. The black dress had thin straps over her shoulders and a deep plunging neck line that showed off her ample cleavage. If she leaned forward the dress was loose enough that it showed everything, including her large dark nipples.After she finished her final touches of make-up, I just gave her butt a long squeeze and realized that she was not wearing anything at all underneath.She looked up at my surprise face smiled, saying she knew I loved her when she did not wear any panties…I immediately felt a stir in my pants as my cock twitched. Last time Ana had been here at Chicago; she had admitted being gangbanged by a bunch of black men; well hung black ones.We walked out of the hotel to a near restaurant for a late dinner.After a delicious meal, we decided to head towards the Jazz club that was just up the street. It was a small place, long and narrow, with few tables jammed in everywhere. The stage was at the far back wall.We got seats near the front because it was not very busy that night.A group of three black men came on stage and began to play; they were really very good and both Ana and me enjoyed the show they put on.Anita saw a tip jar at the end of the stage; so she stood up to put some money there. As she leaned forward to reach the jar, I saw the black drummer had his eyes glued on her cleavage. The guitar player also stared at my sensual wife. I was sure both guys were having a great sight of her dark nipples. And maybe they also noticed Ana was not wearing panties…Ana giggled when she came back and I asked her if she had enjoyed putting the show on for the band. She squirmed a bit in her chair. We sat and listened to another set and at the end of this, Ana took some more money up to the tip jar. This time she took her time putting the money in giving those black guys a good look down her dress.After finishing the show, we asked for a last drink before going back to our hotel. Anita said she needed to use the bathroom before leaving the club. It was located upstairs.sex gifI watched as she headed up the stairs, swaying her nice round hips.The guitar player from the band came by and asked if I was enjoying the show; I told him that we were having a great time. We got into a chat.A very long chat, since I did not realize how long my sweet wife had been away in the bathroom. A while later Ana finally came back at the table and I introduced her to the guitar player. The man suddenly said he had to go and get ready for their next set so we said goodbye.I turned to Ana and asked if she was okay. She looked into my eyes and said that I would not believe what just happened to her…I opened my eyes and she leaned over to whisper into my ear:“The black drummer just fucked me upstairs…”I just smiled back, saying she should tell me everything about it.Ana said she went up to the bathroom and quickly did her business.She was heading back towards the stairs. The black drummer was standing in another doorway at the top of the stairs and said he would like to show his appreciation for Anita`s generous tips; so he took her hand and led her through the door and into a dimly lit room.He stepped towards her. Ana stepped back bumping into the wall. With her back against the wall he moved even closer to her. The next thing she felt was his hand under her dress rubbing her bare pussy lips. When my wife started to protest he leaned down and kissed her mouth as he continued to massage her pussy.He lifted her tight dress and wedged his knee between her thighs, causing them to open. He then started to finger fuck her soaking wet pussy.Anita admitted that she was really enjoying this manhandling from this guy.He then lifted up her body by grabbing her ass cheeks, while she was still pushed against the wall. The next thing Ana felt was him lowering her onto his large hard cock.The bastard lowered my sexy wife until she was completely impaled by his hard black cock. Ana said it felt really thick and very hard.He began to thrust into her as deep as he could go, stretching her pussy with each stroke. She said it felt so good and so nasty being fucked by a stranger just there upstairs; knowing I was so close…taboo porn storiesWhile he was thrusting his cock into her, he told Anita how much he liked seeing her tits at the stage and he knew she wanted to feel his cock in her. So he decided to give her what she wanted. The fuck session she needed.Ana came as she heard him saying this; her body shuddered with an electrical shot from her cunt to her head. When she stopped crying in pleasure, the black guy grunted and splashed his warm cum inside her.He quickly pulled out of her, zipped his pants up and walked away…My sexy wife then straightened her tight black dress and wobbled her way downstairs to our table.As she finished her story, Ana looked at me and said we had to go…I asked her if she was fine.“Oh yes, I just need you to fuck me…”. She said, with lust in her eyes.We headed towards the door. She stopped there and turned to smile at the black drummer, who back up on stage.Once in our room, Ana pulled her dress off and lay with her sexy toned legs spread open on the bed. I could see her puffy pussy lips with the creamy cum that the black guy had left inside her.I stripped off quickly and mounted on her sexy body, shoving my hard cock into her well used pussy. Anita was sloppy and very loose from his big cock. I pumped away enjoying the feel of every stroke inside Ana’s wet cunt.After a few minutes she began to moan as an intense orgasm made her sweet body shake in pleasure. While she was shuddering, I pumped my load deep into her cum soaked and stretched cunt.When my sweet Ana woke in the morning, she said she would ask her Boss to send her more often to Chicago… It was a normal day at Thompson High. The sun was shining and Mindy Denson was sitting on the steps in front of the school’s main entrance with her friends. The sun gleamed off her shiny blonde hair as she took a bite of her apple. “So what are you going to do for your birthday?” her friend Julie asked. Mindy thought about it for a moment before replying. “I think Will is taking me out to dinner.” Her friends rolled their eyes. “So your going to fuck,” Heather stated matter-of-factly. “Heather!” Mindy returned. “Don’t be so crude. We’ve only done it a few times, and it’s none of your business anyways.” The girls began to laugh. Mindy turned her attention back to her apple, but her attention was soon taken by something else. In the parking lot across the street three guys were getting into a car. Mindy knew them as members of the school football team. “I heard Kyle wants to go out with you,” Julie stated between sips of her apple juice. “I doubt it. He’s a senior and he can have any girl he wants. Why would he want to go out with a eighteen year old?” “Oh come on, you’ll be nineteen tomorrow. And you have to admit it would be pretty cool to date Kyle.” “I love Will, and besides its also our one year anniversary tomorrow.” The girls left it at that and soon changed to topic of conversation to lipstick. Mindy sat back and finished her apple thinking of the special time her and her boyfriend would share the following evening. The day wore on and soon school was out. Julie had cheerleading practice so Mindy had to walk home alone. As she strolled along the sidewalk a car pulled up beside her. At first she thought it was just some pervert so she kept on walking, but she froze when she heard the voice of Kyle Johnson call out to her. “Hey need a ride!” “Uh, sure,” Mindy stammered. “Get in then,” he said leaning over to open the passenger door. Mindy got in and fastened her seat belt, feeling very uncomfortable. Kyle soon broke the tension with some light conversation and before she knew it they were parked outside her house. Kyle looked at her, and Mindy looked down acting shy. “Thanks for the ride,” she said and started to get out. “Wait,” he said. She stopped and turned to look at him. “There’s going to be a party tonight at the college, want to come?” Mindy thought about it for a moment, then answered. “I guess I could go for a little while.” Kyle smiled. “I’ll pick you up at eight then.” Mindy smiled back. “Okay.” Right away Mindy began to get ready picking a cute little blue skirt to wear. She felt guilty about going but reasoned that it wouldn’t hurt anyone if Will didn’t find out. Kyle picked her up a little late and they left for the college. When they got there Kyle introduced her to two of his friends. Their names were Tom and Mark and they immediately offered Mindy a drink. Mindy couldn’t remember much after that except waking the next morning with a huge headache. When she pulled herself from bed when was still wearing her skirt but her panties were gone! She figured she must have taken them off last night and put them somewhere, but couldn’t remember where. She had a shower and a bowl of fruit loops, then the doorbell rang. “Who could that be?” she wondered. She set the cereal down on the table and headed for the door. She peaked through the peep hole and saw no one. “Hello,” she said opening the door. Nobody there. She was just about to close the door when she noticed an envelope on the doorstep. “What’s this?” she asked herself. She picked up the letter and went back inside. Grabbing a butterknife she opened the envelope and pulled out the contents.She almost fainted. Inside was a polaroid of her with some guy’s penis in her mouth. Her eyes were half opened and the dick was shoved so far into her mouth the guys balls were mashed against her chin. Turning over the picture she noticed some writing on the back. If you don’t want copies of this picture all over school come to 3180 Green Ave. at 3 pm. P.S. You are one hot little slut! Mindy was in tears. Her whole reputation would be destroyed and Will would find out. Will would hate her. She was hysterical. She would have to do what the letter said. She had no other choice. Mindy took some time to regroup before walking to the bus stop. She realized someone must have slipped something into her drink to make her pass out like that. She took the bus across town and then walked to the correct adress.She was shaking as she walked up the steps to the house. She only had to knock once before the door opened. “Kyle!” “Hi babe.” She started to cry. “Why are you doing this? “sexKyle led her into the house and closed the door. When she entered the living room she saw Mark and Tom sitting on the sofa. “Have a seat,” Tom offered. Mindy remained standing. “Fine, suit yourself. Anyway, here’s the deal. If you don’t want to be known as the town whore you’ll do what we tell you. Everything!!” Mindy was confused. “what do you want me to do?” “You will be our little sex slave.” Mindy’s eyes widened. “No! I have a boyfriend.” “Don’t worry, he won’t find out as long as you cooperate. Got it?” Her head dropped in shame. “Y..Yes.” “Good. Now go and change into this.” Tom handed her a bag and she disappeared into the bathroom. Mindy was fighting the urge to cry as she opened the bag. Inside was a little mini skirt, some white thigh high stockings and a leather collar. At first she considered running from the house, but then realized that her life would be over if anyone should see that picture. She then made a promise to herself that she would never tell anyone about what she was about to do. She finished getting dressed and walked back out into the living room. The three guys whistled as she walked out covering her bare breasts. “Let’s see those tits slut!! Mark commanded. Reluctantly she removed her hands letting the guys get a good look at her perfect firm nineteen year old chest. As they were checking her out she noticed a video camera set up beside the sofa. “What is that doing here?” she asked. Mark walked over and grabbed her hair. “Don’t ask questions bitch. just do what we say. Understand?” “Yes.” Before she could say anything else Mark pulled her face to his as shoved his tongue into her mouth. At first Mindy tried to resist, but soon realized that it wouldn’t be a good idea. She was now resigned to the fact that she would have to do anything these guys said. All three guys sat on the couch and Tom turned on the camera. “Let’s see what you got you little slut,” Kyle said. “Pull up that skirt.” Mindy pulled up the skirt revealing her newly shaved pussy. She had shaved it for her night with Will, but now it belonged to the three guys in front of her. “Play with it, whore!” Mindy reached down and ran her finger up her slit, rubbing her little clit. “Shove it in.” Mindy spread her legs wider and slipped a finger into her pussy. She had to admit that it was turning her on being told what to do. “Now get on your hands and knees!” She dropped to all fours with her ass facing the guys. Tom grabbed the camera and stuck it in her face. “Read this,” he commanded, referring to a piece of paper he held in front of him. Mindy swallowed her pride and began to speak into the camera, reading off the paper. “My name is Mindy and I am a horny little slut. I love getting used and fucked. I want cocks in my pussy, mouth and ass. I love to drink cum and suck dicks. I am a nasty little whore.” The three guys were snickering as she read the profanity. Mindy’s face was beat red. Well at least no one else would see the video. Tom then went around to the back of Mindy with the camera. “Let’s see that ass bitch!” Mindy reached back and flipped the skirt up over her hips exposing her firm teenage ass to her captors. “Oh yeah, that’s nice,” Mark exclaimed. “Now stick a finger in!” Mindy looked upset. “What? No please….” Her pleading was cut off as Mark’s hand smacked her ass hard. “Do it you dirty little slut!” With that she reached back and placed a finger between her ass cheeks, pressing it up against her virgin hole. Slowly she began to push it in untill her little finger was buried up to the knuckle in her own butt. “Fuck, I think I’m going to cum right now!” Kyle said stroking his bulge through his pants. Tom set down the camera and ripped Mindy’s skirt from her hips. “Lets get started then!” “Get over here,” he said harshly. Mindy crawled over to Tom, who immediately commanded her to take his pants off. Gingerly she undid his belt and unzipped his pants sliding them down his legs, along with his underwear. His fully erect dick was now staring the girl right in the face, the tip glistening with precum. Violently he grabbed her hair. “Tell me what you want to do slut!!” “I want to s..suck your d..dick.” “And why do you want to do that?” “Because I’m a cocksucking little whore.” The guys were shocked at her answer, but were very pleased that she was playing along. “Do it then, whore!” Mindy took the hard dick in her hand and slid it into her mouth. She did not have much experience in blowjobs so she did not know quite what to do. She sucked it gently, moving about half into her mouth. Suddenly Tom tightened the grip on her hair and pulled out. Then she felt her arm get wrenched behind her back. She let out a small cry as she felt the cold steel of a pair of handcuffs lock around her small wrists. Tom then slammed his cock back into her pretty little mouth, shoving it all the way down her throat. Mindy began to gag and Tom pulled out, only to shove it back in. Meanwhile, she felt hands rubbing her tits, and invading her pussy. First she felt one, then two, then three fingers work their way up her tight little cunt. “Yeah baby!” Tom said as he continued fucking her face. “I’m going to cum in your fucking face!” After a few more thrusts he moaned and released a huge load of warm jism into her mouth. Mindy began to choke, and Tom pulled away. “Swallow it all whore!!” With one large gulp, Mindy let the bitter liquid run down her throat. As she was recovering fron her face fucking, Mark laid down on the floor in front of her. “My turn,” he said with a smile. Kyle undid one of the cuffs and Mindy pulled herself over to Mark’s crotch swallowing up his cock. As she sucked him, Kyle positioned himself behind her. “Ready to get fucked whore?” With no further warning he slide his dick into Mindy’s moist channel. Mindy gasped as Kyle entered her, but Mark just pulled her face back down to his throbbing cock. Kyle gripped her hips and began thrusting into the young girl. Mindy could feel his balls slapping against her as his cock worked its way in and out of her most precious region. Mark was enjoying her mouth and wanted more. “Lick my balls!” Mindy did as she was told, dropping her head to run her tongue over Mark’s shaved sack. He moaned as her soft lips parted and covered his balls in wet kisses and licks. Mark pulled his knees to his chest. “Lower,” he muttered. Midy dropped lower running her pink little tongue over Mark’s taint, as Kyle’s thrusts increased. “Lower,” Mark commanded again, and then Mindy got it. He wanted her to lick his ass! She was instantly disgusted but did not want to upset these guys. And so she stuck her tongue out and touched it to the rim of Mark’s asshole. He began to moan and Kyle increased the pace.He was slamming Mindy’s pussy forcing her face hard into Mark’s ass. Her tongue was pressed hard up against his butt hole, and with each of Kyle’s thrust’s her little pink tongue slipped a little farther up his asshole. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Tom holding the camera getting a close up of her licking Mark’s ass. Mindy was starting to have second thoughts about the whole deal. If this video ever got out it would be way worse than the pictures. But now she was stuck and there was nothing she could do about it.tight junior pussy photoSuddenly Kyle shoved his cock in hard and fired a load of hot cum into Mindy’s tight little pussy as Mark was pulling her hair trying to get every bit of her tongue up his greedy asshole. A small stream of cum ran from her pussy as Kyle removed his wet dick from her body. Mark let go of her hair and got. Mindy looked up at the three guys and wondered what was next. After all it couldn’t get much worse. Tom then laid on the floor. “Get on my dick bitch.” Mindy crawled over his body and lowered herself down onto his waiting prick. Tom’s cock was huge and filled her up completely. His hands grabbed her ass as he began to immediately thrust his hips upward into her young body. “That ass is looking pretty good,” Mindy heard Mark say. “Oh no,” she thought to herself as she felt two spit covered fingers work their way into her tight little ass. Soon the fingers were removed and a fully erect cock was pressing at her back door. “Please, not that,” she pleaded. Mark just laughed and proceded to dab the head of his dick against her virgin asshole. “Beg for it slut!” Mindy leaned forward onto Tom’s body and gritted her teeth. “Please fuck my ass. I want your cock shoved up my asshole!” Mark pushed forward and her tight anal ring began to expand around the invading cock. Mindy bit her lip in pain as her muscular hole opened and Mark’s dick slid inside. Soon she was filled with cock and both men began fucking her. Then she felt something strange. She was going to cum! She had never had an orgasm before, and when it began to overtake her she moaned uncontrollably. “The little slut is actually coming,” Kyle exclaimed, walking over to the threesome. “You hot little cunt,” he said wagging his dick in front of her face. “Suck on this.” He slapped her in the face a couple times with his cock before shoving it past her cute little lips. Mindy felt like such a slut, and tried to take her mind off the gang bang she was receiving. She tried to think of the nice time she and Will would have, and the presents he would give her for her birthday, but she was torn back to reality as the three cocks pumped in and out of her small body. Her jaw was sore and her ass was on fire. She could taste her own juices on Kyle’s dick as she sucked him, allowing his cock to slide freely in and out of her pretty young face. Kyle managed to mutter something about coming, before pulling his dick from her mouth. He gave it a few strokes and fired stream after stream of hot cum onto her face. The first shot hit her in the eye, and when she tried to turn away Her head was pulled violently back to accept the rest of the jism, which splashed off her lips and cheek. Mark and Tom then came together filling her completely with cum. Tom soon stopped and pulled out, but Mark kept pumping away until his dick went soft. he then pulled out and offered it to Mindy. “Clean me up whore!” Mindy reluctantly obeyed, licking the flaccid cock, getting the last traces of cum from it. “Good,” Mark said. “Now you can clean up yourself.” Picking up the camera he brought it right up to her. “Do it! Eat the cum from your ass!” Mindy reached back and felt Mark’s cum dribbling from her butt. With two fingers she scooped up some of the fluid and brought it to her mouth licking it off. The guys cheered as she repeated the process, each time dipping a little deeper into her freshly fucked asshole. When she had finished, the guys were hornier than ever. Tom pushed her back onto the floor and stood over her face, facing her feet. Then Mindy looked in horror as he reached down and spread his ass cheeks and lowered himself down to her face. His butt hole was pressed against her mouth and there was nothing she could do about it. She stuck out her tongue and began snaking it up his ass, as he played with her tits. Soon she felt another cock enter her pussy and begin pounding away. “Lick my ass you dirty whore,” Tom yelled as Mindy continued tongue-fucking his butt hole. When he had had enough of that, he stood up and brought Mindy over to the couch laying her on her stomach with her head over the edge. Soon he was plunging into her pussy, as Kyle and Mark started to shove their dicks into her mouth at the same time. Smack! Tom’s hand came down on her ass hard. Mindy groaned in pain as she alternated between cocks in her mouth. Soon Tom pulled out of her cunt and dove into her tight little ass, reaming the teen’s butt. This went on for quite a while, with Tom alternating between pussy and ass, and Mindy alternating between the cocks in her mouth. Then with one final smack, Tom unloaded deep into her ass. The other two followed suit, shooting it all over her face and hair. The guys all got dressed and then turned the camera on Mindy for one final shot. “Tell us what you are!” “I..I am a dirty little whore. I’m an ass licking cunt, and I love to suck cock and get butt fucked. I eat cum from my own ass. I’m a fucking slut!” Mindy was given bus fare to get home, which she did promptly. She showered and got ready for her date with Will. They went out and had a good time, Mindy trying to forget the day’s events. When Will tried to put the moves on at the end of the night Mindy refused saying she wasn’t feeling well. The next day Will received a copy of a tape in the mail. Mindy never heard from him again. The End DamonX For comments or requests for stories please comment.

amit tandon wife,My first time playing the role of mommy but I had a lot of fun, I hope you all enjoy!…

In a house with eight kids it’s hard to find time alone. Heck, it’s impossible. It’s hard enough just to…

For as far back as I can remember, I had a crush on my cousin. When I was about eighteen I started to really notice her. I thought about how she looked and how she was changing. She was real thin and looked very nice. She was three years older than me so she was already into guys and guys were into her. But, my story happened not too long ago.She had just had a big divorce and we were a little closer. She had gained a lot of weight since we were little. I’m now 23 and she is 26. I don’t know why but I really started to enjoy looking a big beautiful women. I just found them more attractive. I guess because they have more to grab and more to love. Well, she was all upset because her Ex was being a major butt. We work together that night and she told me about her day and how he made her so mad. I told her that I was sorry and I gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She told me that she really needed that. I just smiled and I continued my work and so did she. Well after we closed the store I found myself alone with my cousin. We always close together because I’m the only one she can trust. So this night was nothing special. Well that’s what I thought. I was sweeping the floor and I looked at her and I said something that changed my life forever. I was telling her that she was very pretty (which she is) and for her to go out and look pretty for other people. I told her that I thought about her sometimes. Not like cousins but as lovers. She is too pretty to be thinking about how her Ex all the time. Where he was and how many girls he was with. He would never think about him so why should she think about him. He left her because he wanted to be single. While I was telling her this, I looked at her eyes and I saw that she was looking at me bulge under my shorts. I didn’t realize that I was having a big hard on. I looked down and I could not hide it. I was wearing real loose shorts so you could see the leg of my shorts in the air. I then tried not to hide it. I was so horny that I just wanted to whip it out right there. She then told me that she would think about the stuff I had said. She walked back to her office and finished her work. I then continued my work. After I finished mopping I went back to see how she was doing. I was all finished. When I went to the back I was hearing some noises. It sounded like her chair was squeaking a lot. I had not I idea what she was doing. Before I called her name, I walked around the corner and there I saw the most incredible site. My cousin had one leg on her desk and the other on the floor. She had her head thrown back with her eyes shut so tight because she was about to cum. I could see it in her face. Pain and pleasure at the same time. I walked slow to her to see what she was doing. In her right hand, she had a marker. It was not a dildo but it did the job. She was going real fast because she didn’t want me to find out. It was to late. I was watching the whole thing.cousins incest sex storyI quickly unzipped my zipper and my nine inch python came out. I couldn’t believe it. I was hard. I just stood there waiting to touch her, kiss her, and lick her beautiful body. I wanted it bad. She finally came. She shock her whole body as she finished her beautiful organism. I almost lost everything I had. I needed to be calm. She opened her eyes slowly. There she found me looking at her. She was turning red and was so embarrasses that she tried to get up off her seat. I grabbed her and I started kissing her. I was biting her neck and sucking her too. She felt my monster jab her wet cunt. She grabbed it and started jacking me off. It started slow but then went faster and I continued kissing her. I love kissing. It’s one of the most beautiful ways you show your lover that you care about them so much. I reached around her back and released to hooks to her bra. It snapped off like a rubber band. Her nipples were dark brown and the were real hot and pointy. I had never realized that girls breast get so hot when they are so turned on. I rubbed my face in between her big tits and lick them real good. She was real wet. She tried to continued jacking me off but I wouldn’t let her. I laid her down on these cardboard boxes that were not folded yet. I told her that she was going to have to cum in my mouth before I fucked her. I grabbed her legs and opened then real wide. She laid there with her eye shut because this was all new to her. Her Ex never did this to her. I wanted to taste her real bad. I teased her first by playing with her love button. She almost lost it because she hadn’t had a man touch her in about one year. I then opened her up with my two fingers and dipped my face it to her. I lick and lick until she couldn’t take anymore. Just when she was about to cum, I started to bite her clit. Man, did she go crazy. She pushed herself off the boxes and then screamed real loud as she came right in my mouth. That tasted so good. I then removed all my clothes and started to rub my cock on her tender clit. I then gently pushed it to see what it was going to fell like going in slow. I then got on top of her and told her that now she was about to get the best fuck she had ever gotten. I put her leg on my shoulders and started to push hard. She was screaming hard. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Please don’t tease me!” So I gave her what she wanted. I started fucking her real hard. I almost came right there. But I could do that so I stopped. I told her to get on her hands and knees and I was going to fuck her doggy style. She quickly did it and I took her from the back. I stubbed it in and I didn’t waste anytime. I usually last for hours but I really couldn’t last any longer. I knew I was about to cum. I took it out and shot all over her big beautiful ass. She had came right before I did. I could not believe what had just happened. It was great. I will never for get any of it. We finished up and then we close the store and went home. I went to my house and she went to hers. I got home and fell asleep thinking about her. We don’t usually talk about it now but she hints that she really liked it when she walks close to me. She grabs to what she liked and gives me a kiss on the cheek.hera pheri 3 release date

Bad Mother [Age][Gay Conversion][FDom][MSub][Collab audio sex stories (What follows is a work of fiction. All readers must be over eighteen years of age. It is suggested that readers use their most open minds, but, since some have nothing resembling such, this cannot be made a requirement for enjoying the story. If you are one of those poor, unfortunate thinkers who have lost the key of acceptance and cannot open their minds, please don’t continue reading what you know will stir up your righteous indignation.)Chapter OneMy Dad made mistakes the year I was 18. He was a deputy sheriff in Oklahoma City. He was busted for dealing pounds of methamphetamine, and given thirty-five years. Because he was a lawman, he was put in solitary confinement. Putting ex-lawmen in solitary confinement is a clever way of letting the general prison population know they’re cops. I was just finishing the drawing I was going to send him for my 19 Christmas, when I found out he had beaten himself up and then hung himself in his cell at the prison at Lexington.Mom made some mistakes, too, but hers were more innocent…at least at first. After Dad beat himself to death, Mom grieved for about a year, about the appropriate time for a wife-beater who was wired all the time. Then she started dressing more attractively. She also started taking the stairs to and from the third-floor law office where she was a legal secretary. She had some extra weight to take off if she hoped to find a husband who wouldn’t take off, she said. When she fell down the stairs and broke her arm in seventeen places, her job as well as her motivation to exercise ceased.Mom had no choice. She was alone in Oklahoma City without a husband or a job. She also had a hungry, growing teenaged son. She packed our belongings in the back of her Ford Country Squire station wagon and drove us the one hundred and twenty miles from OKC to Hanging Tree, Oklahoma–the strangest smalltown in the world.Hanging Tree was named after a hanging tree that still stood–after two hundred proud years of evil–in the yard of the courthouse square in the center of the tiny town. The tree had been used for hanging in the previous century first by the “civilized” Native Americans then by the “cultured” European invaders. Ropes tied to its strongest and most accessible limb had ended hundreds of lives over the years. I thought the town was going to end my life without the courtesy of a noose.Mom moved us in with her widowed mother in a white clapboard house at the southskirts of Hanging Tree. From the moment we moved in, there was trouble. Trouble was named Stanley. Stanley was my cousin, but he wasn’t proud of that fact. To him, my father’s disgrace was mine and my mother’s as well. He was a thick-skulled, ex-Marine, 18 years older than I was, but he became my personal demon. He didn’t like the idea that Mom and I were living with his grandma, increasing her burden in her golden years. He loved his grandma. He respected his grandma like any good military man. When he came over and threatened to kill me if I didn’t leave, I told him to go fuck himself, so he decided to change tactics. That’s why he told Grandma Russell that I’d been having sex with my mother since Dad went to prison. It was his way of gently motivating his beloved grandmother to do the right thing and kick us out.I had just walked into the yard at Grandma’s house. I’d been across town at a friend’s house smoking pot. I loved the way pot made me feel, and the fact that it was illegal only made me feel closer to my dead Dad. Grandma was out in the yard, hanging washing on the clothes line. They liked hanging things in Hanging Tree. I had no idea my grandmother was waiting to hang me up for the rest of my life.As I walked into the yard, Grandma Russell said, “Micheal, come here! I want to talk to you!”She sounded serious, so I stopped in the yard and said, “What you want, Grandma?”She walked her bony, wrinkled ass, working her elbows for propulsion, and came quickly across the yard to where I stood by the gate. When she got two feet from me, she stopped, put one hand on a hip, and shook the index finger of her other hand in my face. Taken aback, I said, “What’s the deal, Grandma?”“Micheal Russell, have you been having sex with your mother?” The finger in my face wagged out each word. “Stanley was over here this morning and said you’ve been doing it with your mother ever since your father went to prison and died! If you have, you had just better confess your sin so I can pray for you!”I looked at her. I started to speak, but words wouldn’t come. I was shocked beyond tears or self-defense. From my 18-year-old viewpoint, I was living through a hell on earth. My father had been disgraced, imprisoned, and killed. My mother had disabled herself, and we’d had to move from Oklahoma City to a scab like Hanging Tree. I had been getting one or two pimples that made me self-conscious. We had no money, I had no friends, and now my grandmother was accusing me of fucking my mother!“No, Grandma! No! Christ!”“Don’t you use the name of the Savior in vain, young man. You’re in enough trouble with Heaven for having carnal knowledge of your own sweet mother and her with one bad arm!”“But I didn’t! I didn’t have sex with Mom! Grandma! Stanley’s lying! Why are you so quick to believe something like that just because my sick cousin Stanley says it’s so?”She looked at me with hidden disappointment dawning as she realized that it probably wasn’t true. She had been ready for a battle against the devil for my soul and Momma’s pussy. Now that she began to believe I was telling the truth (and at the time I was), she became embarrassed. But it was a strange embarrassment.Instead of acting as if she were embarrassed about what she had said, she acted as if she were naked in front of me. When a woman is simply apologizing for being irrational, she doesn’t cover her clothed breasts with her arm, or splay her hand over her clothed pussy. I was young, but I read a lot. I knew the signs, and there was no mistaking the look in Grandma’s eyes. She was as turned on as a cat in heat.She took the hand that had symbolically hidden her pussy and put it on my arm. She smiled at me and laid her head against my shoulder. I couldn’t believe what seemed to be happening. Then she removed any doubt. Putting her other hand on the bulge in the front of my jeans, my grandmother said, “Since your grandfather died, it seems like my old cunt does all my thinking for me.”The longer Grandma massaged my dick through my jeans, the more forgiving I became. “Your Mom is going to be in Tulsa till late tonight. Let’s go in the house,” she said. I was easily led.We went to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and pulled me close to her. With a wicked gleam dancing in her old eyes, Grandma undid my belt and fly, took out my rock-hard eight inches (the only thing Dad left me), and dove for it like a big-mouthed bass for a spinner. I’d never experienced the like before, but Grandma had. She knew just what to do, grabbing my ass, twirling the tip of her tongue around the head of my dick as it bobbed in and out of her mouth. In what seemed like moments, I was holding the back of Grandma’s head with both hands and squirting cum into her throat. She moaned as she sucked. My head was reeling from the orgasm and from the thought of what I was doing.When she’d sucked me dry, she sat back, wiped her lips, smiled at me and said, “Now…you may not be fucking your mother, but you can fuck your old grandma’s pussy if you want.” She pulled her feet up on the bed, pulled up the hem of her dress, spread her legs, and scooted her hips forward on the bed. I reached down and grabbed her panties and pulled them down her skinny thighs and off over her tiny feet. She reached down and spread her inner lips. My dick got hard again.I kneeled on the bed and positioned myself between her thighs. Grandma reached in the front of her dress and pulled out a long, hard-nippled breast. Then she reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. “Oh, God forgive me! Heaven knows I need this!” Then she put the head of my dick between her moist lips. She threw her arms around my lower back and slammed me into her sixty-year-old snatch. It was warm, and soft, and I was hooked.In the limited day to day evaluation of a teenage boy, I became quite fond of life in Hanging Tree. I went to school where I was a slightly shy new kid with few friends, but when I came home I had plenty of opportunities to relieve the day’s stresses. Every time Mom was out of the house, I’d fuck Grandma like we were newlyweds. I had her all over the house. She made me like the forbidden aspect of our lovemaking by being up front with her wickedness. Sometimes I’d worry about people coming to the door, because when I was sliding my big dick in and out of Grandma’s lush, withered cunt, she’d shout things like, “That’s it. That’s it, son! Fuck Grandma’s pussy hard! Oh, you grandmotherfucker!”Mom never let on that she knew. I found out that Grandma had told her soon after it began, but Mom played dumb. Then on the night of July 4th, 1979, Mom and Grandma started getting ready to go somewhere. I came in the house and went to the refrigerator to get a Dr. Pepper. I noticed them getting ready and asked where they were going.“You’re going too,” Grandma said. “Go get cleaned up some.”“Where am I going?” I asked Mom who came into the kitchen, asking me to zip her up. (Her right arm was still weak from the fall.)“We’re going to a special Bible study,” Mom said, smiling over her shoulder at me after I pulled the zipper to her neckline.“Ah, Mom. I don’t want to go to church.” We didn’t make it a habit of going to church. Dad had been a nonbeliever, and Mom hadn’t made a big thing of her beliefs if she had any. I had come to the conclusion that God was a story like Santa Claus that they told you to convince you to be good.With Mom standing right in front of me, smiling at me and working to put her earring on, Grandma walked right up to me and grabbed my bulge. She’d never done anything like that in front of Mom before. I looked at Mom’s face, expecting surprise, and saw only that kindly light she always shined at her only child. Grandma said, “You’ll like this Bible study, you hard-dicked sweetheart. Now go get ready!” She gave my bulge a squeeze that made me see stars. I went to comb my hair.It was indeed a “special” Bible study, but I wondered then, and I still wonder, how unique it was. Christianity, in its more fundamentalist forms, is a repressive disease that starves its practioners for sex. If there were no Christianity, there would be a hundred times less perversion. Christianity forces people to deny their sexuality until it bursts forth in slightly twisted eruptions. I wondered how many churches across the nation has special meetings that only the more sensual Biblethumpers attended.The Bible study was held at a house in the country. When we pulled up about sunset, there were six cars parked carelessly around the circular drive at the front of the expensive home. Grandma parked the station wagon, and we went inside.A beautiful blonde girl of about twelve years met us at the front door and escorted us to a large inner room. There were eleven people in the room. Our number would bring the total to a multiple of seven. I learned that this was thought to be important. The young blonde introduced us to the assembly by happily proclaiming, “The seventh family is here! Here they are! The seventh family is here.”The room was furnished with style. The walls were covered with bright abstract paintings and the leaves of potted plants set all around its perimeter. The open square of the center of the room was bordered by long, plush, white couches. We sat in one corner of the fence of couches, and a tall, thin, dark man in a black business suit stood and began addressing the congregation:“If you have known Love, you have known God,” said the deacon.“If you have known Love, you have known God,” we all repeated.The deacon strolled slowly around the inner square, smiling at each, acknowledging each, as he spoke:“This is a great occasion for us today. Last month we lost three of our members who moved to Los Angeles. We have done well, but there is only so much we can do if we lack the Holy Numbers. Now we have seven families represented by fourteen people. Our prayers will be mighty tonight, praise God.”“Praise God,” the congregation echoed.“I am called The Deacon. No one here uses their everyday name. This is a special meeting of true believers in God’s grace. We believe, as did the first century Christians, that nothing is wrong as long as it hurts no one and is done in true love. Our freedom, eroded by centuries of dogma, is the liberty of the Law of Love.“We all go to regular Fundamentalist churches because Fundamentalism is about all there is in Oklahoma. But this is our true place of worship. Here we thank God for the gift of our bodies. Here we live as we were created to live in shameless Eden.”At that, everyone stood. I’d only been to church once or twice in my life, but I remembered they were big about everybody doing everything together, standing together, sitting together, singing together. I stood. Then everyone started taking their clothes off. It was quiet, unhurried, almost reverent. Not until I saw Mom and Grandma, to my right and my left, disrobing did I come out of my amazement enough to do likewise.When everyone was naked, the Deacon took a seat on the couch. Then the women, all the women, stood and paraded in the center square. At first they said nothing, just walked around, every shape and size of women, every age from the twelve-year-old blonde to my sixtyish grandmother. I couldn’t take my eyes off my beautiful, big-boobed, brunette-bushed Mom. Since I had been wrongly accused of fucking her, fucking her was all I could think about. The mind is funny that way.Then, at a nod from the Deacon, the women stood together in a cluster, raised their prayerful hands to their lips, bowed their heads, and began chanting a Bible verse over and over–“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away.“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away…”Besides the Deacon, there were two other males in the room, a fat man with a grey beard and a skinny redheaded guy a few years older than me. They were all masturbating their cocks to get them hard. I didn’t have to.The women stopped chanting their Bible verses. Then Mom walked over to me, her big breasts swinging, still firm. She held her bad arm under her breasts. She got on her knees in front of me and said, “Be careful of my arm, darling.” Then she bowed her head again and took the head of my dick in her mouth.I was ecstatic. Nothing had ever felt as good. Looking down incredulously, I saw her beautiful hazel eyes smiling at me merrily as she sucked my big, thick dick into her pretty mouth. I began to rock my hips up and down, fucking her mouth. Her good hand crept up my thigh and squeezed my balls.“Oh, fuck this,” I said. I got up and set her where I’d been sitting. She was more beautiful to me, sitting there with her legs pulled back, smiling at her son about to fuck her, than anything I’d seen before or have seen since. I grabbed my throbbing dick in my right hand. I was going to fuck my mother! I was going to be a motherfucker just like I’d been accused of being. I was about as far from being ashamed of it as I could be. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.I could feel the individual hairs of my mother’s hot cunt touching the head of my dick as I guided it between her fat, olive-pink pussylips. When I stuck the head in her hole, Mom cooed, “Oh, yes! Stick that big, beautiful dick in Momma’s hot, hairy pussy. Oh, Micheal! Stick it in and fuck me. I’ve wanted this for so long.”I shoved my dick up in my mother as far as I could. Her heat and sweet creaminess was all the more delightful because it was forbidden. I was fucking my dear sweet mother, had my dick in her pussy, and I wanted to stay there for the rest of my life. Pumping my dick back and forth, in and out of Mom’s soft, wet twat, I heard the sucking sound that’s a soundtrack to sex. The sound itself turned me on even more. I looked down and watched Mom’s cuntlips cling to my dick. Her breathing was becoming quicker and uneven. I reached down and began sucking her rose-brown nipple while my hips continued driving my truck up her tunnel.I was sucking and fucking Mom enthusiastically, when I felt her start to spasm. She began moaning my name faster and faster, throwing her pussy up to meet my jabbing cock. Then she almost screamed, “Oh, God is Love! Micheal, fuck Mommy’s pussy. Oh, fuck Mommy’s wet hairy hole! I’m cumming! I’m CUMMMING!!”Pulling my mouth roughly off her tit, I straightened up and began kissing Mom’s mouth like we were horny kids in the backseat of a car. I pounded my cock in her cunt and French kissed her through her orgasm. When she was spent, I kept fucking her slowly. Her eyes looked into mine and widened. I smiled at her, kissed her lips briefly, and then, punctuating every word with a thrust of my dick into her honeypot, I said, “Mom, I hope you like what you started, because you’re mine now. I’m going to fuck you like you were my girlfriend from now on. Say it. Say this pussy is mine.”She put her hands on my biceps and wiggled her pussy from side to side as I slammed into it. “Oh, yes, darling. Mom’s yours now. Your Daddy’s gone, and you’re going to fill more than his shoes.” She laughed and then pulled herself up to my sweating body and began slapping her sopping cunt up to meet the rhythm of my dick. “Anytime you want to borrow a little of your Momma’s hot pussy, all you have to do is ask, sweetheart. All you have to do is ask.”Still fucking, but feeling my own orgasm rising, I laughed and said, “Why do I have to ask?”When I asked the question, Mom had been sucking on my right nipple. She pulled her face back and began running her fingers through my sweaty chest hair as my strokes in her steaming twat got faster and faster. “Because that’s the Law of Love,” she said. Just as I started shooting a huge load of cum up her gleefully incestuous cunt, Mom began chanting:“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away. Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away. Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away.”THE END

Hello Everyone,I’ll tell you what happened when I came to buy my new car …Lorna’s New CarI had fallen in love with the car the instant I saw it. The trouble was the young guy I had been dealing with could tell, and my attempts to get him to drop his price even a little were falling on very stony ground. I had been counting on a reasonable trade-in for my old one, but I just knew the guy would do what he could to push that down. Every time I made what I thought was a good point, the young guy would suck in his breath and mutter about how Martin wouldn’t let him do that. The conversation looked like it was going nowhere, the coffee he had fetched me was going cold. I drank it quickly, grimacing a little, then decided some time out would be good. A brief comfort break to collect my thoughts, I decided. When I came out of the customer loo an older chap was waiting to go in. He must have seen the furrowed brow!‘Penny for your thoughts?’‘Oh, nothing really, just having some murderous ideas about bright young car salesman,’ I said, ‘the thing is I like the car, but I do think he’s asking too much. And he keeps stonewalling by going on about Martin. His boss, I think. He sounds a right….well, a right one. You get the picture. I’m just wondering if I could do the pair of them in with a hydraulic jack and still claim it was self-defence.’He chuckled. Nice laughter lines appeared at his eyes.‘Oh, that sounds unfortunate! It is a lovely car, mind. I really liked the look of that myself. Stylish, roomy, but deceptively lively when the need arises.’He smiled and raised an eyebrow. I got the distinct impression I was being flirted with, and it lightened my mood a little.‘Speaking of needs arising, if I could just…?’He nodded past me, and I realised I was standing in the doorway. A little flustered – I seemed to have been daydreaming slightly, probably about the car – I apologised and let him pass. As I walked back to the main office I saw my salesman laughing with another of the younger guys. I distinctly saw him rubbing his hands together and my cold mood returned. We glowered at each other across the desk and started a rather tight-lipped discussion about what could be thrown in to try to sweeten the deal. Things were not going well. Then a voice came from behind me.‘Tricky customer, Duncan?’‘Ah, Martin! No, not tricky, the lady’s just driving a hard bargain.’‘I can imagine,’ came the reply, ‘she looks the sort to know what she wants and go for it. And that’s a good thing too, isn’t it? It’s a good deal if both sides feel like they’ve got what they wanted from it. But the customer needs to be sure she’s getting what she wants, first, wouldn’t you say?’Then Martin turned at me and smiled, asking‘Has young Duncan here offered you a test run, Mrs…?’‘Lorna.’‘Of course. Lorna.’‘No, not yet. But…’‘Well, let’s see if we can sort that out now if that is OK with you?’I wasn’t sure what he was driving at, but to be honest I felt as if another time-out would be a good thing.sex story‘Can you just sort the paperwork there, Duncan, while I chat to Lorna?’In no time at all, I was buckling myself into the passenger seat, while Martin nonchalantly guided the car through narrow gaps between the other cars in the showroom, before setting off down the street. Once we were safely out of earshot he became quite confiding.‘Duncan’s a good lad in some ways, he really knows his stuff when it comes down to things like the differences between the models and the facts and figures, but he’s not quite learned that there is more to selling cars than that. He’s not very good at reading people, you see? In fact, he’s a bit of a prick at that side of things, if you don’t mind me saying so.’It was more or less what I had told him by the toilet, but I was still a little sceptical!‘Whereas you are?’‘Well, I don’t want to blow my own trumpet, but I do like to think I’m a bit better. With the women customers, certainly, more than Duncan does. Quite a few of them come in here already sick of men telling them what they should think, so that’s not a good starting place is it?’He pulled the car over to the side of the road and said‘Want to give her a go?’We changed places. I put my hands on the wheel at ten to two and set off. Martin chuckled.‘Sorry about that, by the way.’I was puzzled. He nodded at my gearstick hand.‘No ring. I did notice it, wasn’t sure what to say…these days. I think some countries the women wear them on the right hand, I think some women do also…’‘I do hope you’re not enquiring if I’m available, Martin!’It looks a bit harsh, written down, but it wasn’t really. That flirting that I thought I had detected earlier was definitely there. What surprised me was how much I was returning it!‘Do you want to take that next right there, Lorna?’ Good. Now on about three-quarters of a mile, and then that left there.’The brief journey had taken us out of the town centre, out of the town, and then to a lane that led into a patch of woodland. We rounded a corner and I knew we were invisible even from the lane. I turned the engine off.‘This looks a very quiet place you’ve brought me to, Martin. I trust your motives are honourable!’Just smoothing the path of trade, Lorna. And making sure our negotiations wouldn’t suffer from interruptions.’‘Go on,’ I said, cautiously.‘Well, as senior salesperson, I naturally have some more leeway than young Duncan when it comes to setting prices. How far apart were you, by the way?’‘About £1,500,’ I said.‘Ouch! I can see why there was a stalemate. Well, for starters, I could see my way clear to taking a round £1,000 out of the picture…’His voice trailed away, so I picked up where he had left off. I unbuckled my seat belt with a decisive click.‘Are you suggesting we should continue the negotiations in the extensive rear seating arrangements?’There was a second click from the passenger seat.It took Martin a few moments to demonstrate the way the rear seats operated. When he had finished it was my turn to recline. He slid into the space next to me, then onto me. There was little pretence at seduction, but to be honest, I didn’t want to be seduced, I wanted to be fucked. He ground very tight trousers into my crotch, his hands eager to be full of my tits. I pushed up at him, reaching down to free his cock. I was surprised how heavily I was breathing. He felt very warm in my hand. I whispered to him …‘So, I think the figure was £1,500?’I guided the tip of a very hard cock to the gusset of my panties, teasingly wiping it along the length of my pussy lips, slowly, to and fro…‘£1,250’ he hissed, his voice eager as he pushed closer. I let the tip press the cotton slightly inside me.‘Are you sure not £1,500?’ I said, letting him feel the fact that I had just pulled the panties to one side, and there was now nothing between him and me. I could see him fighting with his profit margins. I decided to play a little unfair and lifted my bum from the fine leather upholstery. I heard a little catch in his voice as the very tip of his cock slid between my outer lips.‘Well…’sex and porn sotyrTime to apply some more pressure. Literally! I fluttered my eyelashes at him, then let him see my famous naughty grin. While he panted, wondering what I was up to, I took a deep breath and lifted my bottom further, biting my lower lip as his whole length slipped inside.‘£1,500,’ I repeated, lowering my bottom till he was almost outside. He looked into my eyes, daring my not to move any further away. He was close to cracking, I decided. I began to move closer.‘£1,500,’ I said, as he slipped back inside, then I made my final offer, ‘and you can finish in me if you want.’I could tell he was almost sold, so it was just a case of coming up with an optional extra. So I did.‘And I’ll lick your cock clean afterwards.’He was never going to hold out too long after that, but he did manage to make me orgasm too! I arched my back, pushing my breasts up towards him. He lasted maybe three or four minutes more, then his head dropped to my shoulder as he came. He was still panting when we kissed for the first time. I opened my mouth for him, so he felt he was getting good value for his discount! I think he had overlooked my offer of oral sex, but as I started liking the mixture of spunk and pussy juice from his cock he gratefully accepted. We adjusted our clothing, as the old saying has it, then he started to drive us back to the showroom.‘I hope you won’t take this the wrong way, Lorna, but ever since this car came in I’ve been dying to get someone in the back of it with me.’‘Well, what can I say, I’m flattered to be the first woman you could persuade to shag you in it! I hope you won’t take this the wrong way, but I doubt you’ll be the last man I ride in it!’It did kind of take the shine off things, but he was as good as his word about the discount. A slightly crestfallen Duncan finished off the paperwork, no doubt muttering to himself about the hit to his commission. While he did so, Martin handed me his business card.‘In case,’ he said.I saw he had written on the back that he hoped he had been able to give me a good level of customer satisfaction, which made me smile. I thought for a moment and then dug out one of mine, writing something on the back for his benefit.‘Exchange is no robbery,’ he read when I had finished.‘Well, I can’t argue with that. You do drive a hard bargain, Lorna.’‘Hard, but I like to think fair,’ I smiled as I held out my hand to receive the keys to my lovely new car, ‘and of course, at the end of the day we both like repeat business!’Love and Kisses,

Rebecca and I had always felt a connection between us. We both did well at school and achieved good grades…,amit tandon wife (What follows is a work of fiction. All readers must be over eighteen years of age. It is suggested that readers use their most open minds, but, since some have nothing resembling such, this cannot be made a requirement for enjoying the story. If you are one of those poor, unfortunate thinkers who have lost the key of acceptance and cannot open their minds, please don’t continue reading what you know will stir up your righteous indignation.)Chapter OneMy Dad made mistakes the year I was 18. He was a deputy sheriff in Oklahoma City. He was busted for dealing pounds of methamphetamine, and given thirty-five years. Because he was a lawman, he was put in solitary confinement. Putting ex-lawmen in solitary confinement is a clever way of letting the general prison population know they’re cops. I was just finishing the drawing I was going to send him for my 19 Christmas, when I found out he had beaten himself up and then hung himself in his cell at the prison at Lexington.Mom made some mistakes, too, but hers were more innocent…at least at first. After Dad beat himself to death, Mom grieved for about a year, about the appropriate time for a wife-beater who was wired all the time. Then she started dressing more attractively. She also started taking the stairs to and from the third-floor law office where she was a legal secretary. She had some extra weight to take off if she hoped to find a husband who wouldn’t take off, she said. When she fell down the stairs and broke her arm in seventeen places, her job as well as her motivation to exercise ceased.Mom had no choice. She was alone in Oklahoma City without a husband or a job. She also had a hungry, growing teenaged son. She packed our belongings in the back of her Ford Country Squire station wagon and drove us the one hundred and twenty miles from OKC to Hanging Tree, Oklahoma–the strangest smalltown in the world.Hanging Tree was named after a hanging tree that still stood–after two hundred proud years of evil–in the yard of the courthouse square in the center of the tiny town. The tree had been used for hanging in the previous century first by the “civilized” Native Americans then by the “cultured” European invaders. Ropes tied to its strongest and most accessible limb had ended hundreds of lives over the years. I thought the town was going to end my life without the courtesy of a noose.Mom moved us in with her widowed mother in a white clapboard house at the southskirts of Hanging Tree. From the moment we moved in, there was trouble. Trouble was named Stanley. Stanley was my cousin, but he wasn’t proud of that fact. To him, my father’s disgrace was mine and my mother’s as well. He was a thick-skulled, ex-Marine, 18 years older than I was, but he became my personal demon. He didn’t like the idea that Mom and I were living with his grandma, increasing her burden in her golden years. He loved his grandma. He respected his grandma like any good military man. When he came over and threatened to kill me if I didn’t leave, I told him to go fuck himself, so he decided to change tactics. That’s why he told Grandma Russell that I’d been having sex with my mother since Dad went to prison. It was his way of gently motivating his beloved grandmother to do the right thing and kick us out.I had just walked into the yard at Grandma’s house. I’d been across town at a friend’s house smoking pot. I loved the way pot made me feel, and the fact that it was illegal only made me feel closer to my dead Dad. Grandma was out in the yard, hanging washing on the clothes line. They liked hanging things in Hanging Tree. I had no idea my grandmother was waiting to hang me up for the rest of my life.As I walked into the yard, Grandma Russell said, “Micheal, come here! I want to talk to you!”She sounded serious, so I stopped in the yard and said, “What you want, Grandma?”She walked her bony, wrinkled ass, working her elbows for propulsion, and came quickly across the yard to where I stood by the gate. When she got two feet from me, she stopped, put one hand on a hip, and shook the index finger of her other hand in my face. Taken aback, I said, “What’s the deal, Grandma?”“Micheal Russell, have you been having sex with your mother?” The finger in my face wagged out each word. “Stanley was over here this morning and said you’ve been doing it with your mother ever since your father went to prison and died! If you have, you had just better confess your sin so I can pray for you!”I looked at her. I started to speak, but words wouldn’t come. I was shocked beyond tears or self-defense. From my 18-year-old viewpoint, I was living through a hell on earth. My father had been disgraced, imprisoned, and killed. My mother had disabled herself, and we’d had to move from Oklahoma City to a scab like Hanging Tree. I had been getting one or two pimples that made me self-conscious. We had no money, I had no friends, and now my grandmother was accusing me of fucking my mother!“No, Grandma! No! Christ!”“Don’t you use the name of the Savior in vain, young man. You’re in enough trouble with Heaven for having carnal knowledge of your own sweet mother and her with one bad arm!”“But I didn’t! I didn’t have sex with Mom! Grandma! Stanley’s lying! Why are you so quick to believe something like that just because my sick cousin Stanley says it’s so?”She looked at me with hidden disappointment dawning as she realized that it probably wasn’t true. She had been ready for a battle against the devil for my soul and Momma’s pussy. Now that she began to believe I was telling the truth (and at the time I was), she became embarrassed. But it was a strange embarrassment.Instead of acting as if she were embarrassed about what she had said, she acted as if she were naked in front of me. When a woman is simply apologizing for being irrational, she doesn’t cover her clothed breasts with her arm, or splay her hand over her clothed pussy. I was young, but I read a lot. I knew the signs, and there was no mistaking the look in Grandma’s eyes. She was as turned on as a cat in heat.She took the hand that had symbolically hidden her pussy and put it on my arm. She smiled at me and laid her head against my shoulder. I couldn’t believe what seemed to be happening. Then she removed any doubt. Putting her other hand on the bulge in the front of my jeans, my grandmother said, “Since your grandfather died, it seems like my old cunt does all my thinking for me.”The longer Grandma massaged my dick through my jeans, the more forgiving I became. “Your Mom is going to be in Tulsa till late tonight. Let’s go in the house,” she said. I was easily led.We went to her bedroom. She sat on the bed and pulled me close to her. With a wicked gleam dancing in her old eyes, Grandma undid my belt and fly, took out my rock-hard eight inches (the only thing Dad left me), and dove for it like a big-mouthed bass for a spinner. I’d never experienced the like before, but Grandma had. She knew just what to do, grabbing my ass, twirling the tip of her tongue around the head of my dick as it bobbed in and out of her mouth. In what seemed like moments, I was holding the back of Grandma’s head with both hands and squirting cum into her throat. She moaned as she sucked. My head was reeling from the orgasm and from the thought of what I was doing.When she’d sucked me dry, she sat back, wiped her lips, smiled at me and said, “Now…you may not be fucking your mother, but you can fuck your old grandma’s pussy if you want.” She pulled her feet up on the bed, pulled up the hem of her dress, spread her legs, and scooted her hips forward on the bed. I reached down and grabbed her panties and pulled them down her skinny thighs and off over her tiny feet. She reached down and spread her inner lips. My dick got hard again.I kneeled on the bed and positioned myself between her thighs. Grandma reached in the front of her dress and pulled out a long, hard-nippled breast. Then she reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. “Oh, God forgive me! Heaven knows I need this!” Then she put the head of my dick between her moist lips. She threw her arms around my lower back and slammed me into her sixty-year-old snatch. It was warm, and soft, and I was hooked.In the limited day to day evaluation of a teenage boy, I became quite fond of life in Hanging Tree. I went to school where I was a slightly shy new kid with few friends, but when I came home I had plenty of opportunities to relieve the day’s stresses. Every time Mom was out of the house, I’d fuck Grandma like we were newlyweds. I had her all over the house. She made me like the forbidden aspect of our lovemaking by being up front with her wickedness. Sometimes I’d worry about people coming to the door, because when I was sliding my big dick in and out of Grandma’s lush, withered cunt, she’d shout things like, “That’s it. That’s it, son! Fuck Grandma’s pussy hard! Oh, you grandmotherfucker!”Mom never let on that she knew. I found out that Grandma had told her soon after it began, but Mom played dumb. Then on the night of July 4th, 1979, Mom and Grandma started getting ready to go somewhere. I came in the house and went to the refrigerator to get a Dr. Pepper. I noticed them getting ready and asked where they were going.“You’re going too,” Grandma said. “Go get cleaned up some.”“Where am I going?” I asked Mom who came into the kitchen, asking me to zip her up. (Her right arm was still weak from the fall.)“We’re going to a special Bible study,” Mom said, smiling over her shoulder at me after I pulled the zipper to her neckline.“Ah, Mom. I don’t want to go to church.” We didn’t make it a habit of going to church. Dad had been a nonbeliever, and Mom hadn’t made a big thing of her beliefs if she had any. I had come to the conclusion that God was a story like Santa Claus that they told you to convince you to be good.With Mom standing right in front of me, smiling at me and working to put her earring on, Grandma walked right up to me and grabbed my bulge. She’d never done anything like that in front of Mom before. I looked at Mom’s face, expecting surprise, and saw only that kindly light she always shined at her only child. Grandma said, “You’ll like this Bible study, you hard-dicked sweetheart. Now go get ready!” She gave my bulge a squeeze that made me see stars. I went to comb my hair.It was indeed a “special” Bible study, but I wondered then, and I still wonder, how unique it was. Christianity, in its more fundamentalist forms, is a repressive disease that starves its practioners for sex. If there were no Christianity, there would be a hundred times less perversion. Christianity forces people to deny their sexuality until it bursts forth in slightly twisted eruptions. I wondered how many churches across the nation has special meetings that only the more sensual Biblethumpers attended.The Bible study was held at a house in the country. When we pulled up about sunset, there were six cars parked carelessly around the circular drive at the front of the expensive home. Grandma parked the station wagon, and we went inside.A beautiful blonde girl of about twelve years met us at the front door and escorted us to a large inner room. There were eleven people in the room. Our number would bring the total to a multiple of seven. I learned that this was thought to be important. The young blonde introduced us to the assembly by happily proclaiming, “The seventh family is here! Here they are! The seventh family is here.”The room was furnished with style. The walls were covered with bright abstract paintings and the leaves of potted plants set all around its perimeter. The open square of the center of the room was bordered by long, plush, white couches. We sat in one corner of the fence of couches, and a tall, thin, dark man in a black business suit stood and began addressing the congregation:“If you have known Love, you have known God,” said the deacon.“If you have known Love, you have known God,” we all repeated.The deacon strolled slowly around the inner square, smiling at each, acknowledging each, as he spoke:“This is a great occasion for us today. Last month we lost three of our members who moved to Los Angeles. We have done well, but there is only so much we can do if we lack the Holy Numbers. Now we have seven families represented by fourteen people. Our prayers will be mighty tonight, praise God.”“Praise God,” the congregation echoed.“I am called The Deacon. No one here uses their everyday name. This is a special meeting of true believers in God’s grace. We believe, as did the first century Christians, that nothing is wrong as long as it hurts no one and is done in true love. Our freedom, eroded by centuries of dogma, is the liberty of the Law of Love.“We all go to regular Fundamentalist churches because Fundamentalism is about all there is in Oklahoma. But this is our true place of worship. Here we thank God for the gift of our bodies. Here we live as we were created to live in shameless Eden.”At that, everyone stood. I’d only been to church once or twice in my life, but I remembered they were big about everybody doing everything together, standing together, sitting together, singing together. I stood. Then everyone started taking their clothes off. It was quiet, unhurried, almost reverent. Not until I saw Mom and Grandma, to my right and my left, disrobing did I come out of my amazement enough to do likewise.When everyone was naked, the Deacon took a seat on the couch. Then the women, all the women, stood and paraded in the center square. At first they said nothing, just walked around, every shape and size of women, every age from the twelve-year-old blonde to my sixtyish grandmother. I couldn’t take my eyes off my beautiful, big-boobed, brunette-bushed Mom. Since I had been wrongly accused of fucking her, fucking her was all I could think about. The mind is funny that way.Then, at a nod from the Deacon, the women stood together in a cluster, raised their prayerful hands to their lips, bowed their heads, and began chanting a Bible verse over and over–“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away.“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away…”Besides the Deacon, there were two other males in the room, a fat man with a grey beard and a skinny redheaded guy a few years older than me. They were all masturbating their cocks to get them hard. I didn’t have to.The women stopped chanting their Bible verses. Then Mom walked over to me, her big breasts swinging, still firm. She held her bad arm under her breasts. She got on her knees in front of me and said, “Be careful of my arm, darling.” Then she bowed her head again and took the head of my dick in her mouth.I was ecstatic. Nothing had ever felt as good. Looking down incredulously, I saw her beautiful hazel eyes smiling at me merrily as she sucked my big, thick dick into her pretty mouth. I began to rock my hips up and down, fucking her mouth. Her good hand crept up my thigh and squeezed my balls.“Oh, fuck this,” I said. I got up and set her where I’d been sitting. She was more beautiful to me, sitting there with her legs pulled back, smiling at her son about to fuck her, than anything I’d seen before or have seen since. I grabbed my throbbing dick in my right hand. I was going to fuck my mother! I was going to be a motherfucker just like I’d been accused of being. I was about as far from being ashamed of it as I could be. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.I could feel the individual hairs of my mother’s hot cunt touching the head of my dick as I guided it between her fat, olive-pink pussylips. When I stuck the head in her hole, Mom cooed, “Oh, yes! Stick that big, beautiful dick in Momma’s hot, hairy pussy. Oh, Micheal! Stick it in and fuck me. I’ve wanted this for so long.”I shoved my dick up in my mother as far as I could. Her heat and sweet creaminess was all the more delightful because it was forbidden. I was fucking my dear sweet mother, had my dick in her pussy, and I wanted to stay there for the rest of my life. Pumping my dick back and forth, in and out of Mom’s soft, wet twat, I heard the sucking sound that’s a soundtrack to sex. The sound itself turned me on even more. I looked down and watched Mom’s cuntlips cling to my dick. Her breathing was becoming quicker and uneven. I reached down and began sucking her rose-brown nipple while my hips continued driving my truck up her tunnel.I was sucking and fucking Mom enthusiastically, when I felt her start to spasm. She began moaning my name faster and faster, throwing her pussy up to meet my jabbing cock. Then she almost screamed, “Oh, God is Love! Micheal, fuck Mommy’s pussy. Oh, fuck Mommy’s wet hairy hole! I’m cumming! I’m CUMMMING!!”Pulling my mouth roughly off her tit, I straightened up and began kissing Mom’s mouth like we were horny kids in the backseat of a car. I pounded my cock in her cunt and French kissed her through her orgasm. When she was spent, I kept fucking her slowly. Her eyes looked into mine and widened. I smiled at her, kissed her lips briefly, and then, punctuating every word with a thrust of my dick into her honeypot, I said, “Mom, I hope you like what you started, because you’re mine now. I’m going to fuck you like you were my girlfriend from now on. Say it. Say this pussy is mine.”She put her hands on my biceps and wiggled her pussy from side to side as I slammed into it. “Oh, yes, darling. Mom’s yours now. Your Daddy’s gone, and you’re going to fill more than his shoes.” She laughed and then pulled herself up to my sweating body and began slapping her sopping cunt up to meet the rhythm of my dick. “Anytime you want to borrow a little of your Momma’s hot pussy, all you have to do is ask, sweetheart. All you have to do is ask.”Still fucking, but feeling my own orgasm rising, I laughed and said, “Why do I have to ask?”When I asked the question, Mom had been sucking on my right nipple. She pulled her face back and began running her fingers through my sweaty chest hair as my strokes in her steaming twat got faster and faster. “Because that’s the Law of Love,” she said. Just as I started shooting a huge load of cum up her gleefully incestuous cunt, Mom began chanting:“Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away. Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away. Give to every man who asks of you, and from him who would borrow of you, turn not away.”THE END

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