“So, what do you think?” Rafael asked as he closed the bedroom door behind him.

Jeremy sat down on the edge of the king-size bed and took a deep breath before replying. “Alistair is the most amazing man. He’s so handsome and cool and…He’s so nice.”

“Yes, he is,” Rafael said as he set their two suitcases on the bed. “Was he what you were expecting?”

“Yes and no,” Jeremy replied. “I mean, yeah, he’s like this magnificent, god-like man and then he’s just so friendly and cool and relaxed. He’s even more beautiful in person than in his pictures. I can’t believe he’s thirty-nine. He’s…I can see why you’re in love with him. I bet he really is just the most wonderful man in the world when he’s in bed.”

Rafael nodded as he opened his suitcase. Jeremy stood up and walked to the end of the bed to do the same. As Rafael removed his dance things, he asked, “So, are you feeling better about dancing for Alistair now?”

Jeremy nodded and smiled, replying, “Yeah. He’s not scary or anything. I can go down there and really show him what I can do without feeling so nervous.”

“I knew that once you met him, you’d realize you don’t have anything to worry about,” Rafael declared as he slipped his sandals off. “You’re going to be just fine.”

However, as Jeremy slipped off his boat shoes and took off his socks, the teenager asked in a carefully controlled voice, “So, how was your drive with Conrad?”

“Oh, Rafael…” the boy began with a dreamy smile. “Conrad is the most wonderful man in the world.”

“I thought Alistair was,” Rafael replied, looking away from the younger boy as he pulled his shirt off.

“They both are, but Conrad…there’s something about him. He was so nice and fun and wonderful on the drive. We didn’t really drive dangerously, but we did have fun. Oh, man, the way that engine roars and the power! The get-up-and-go! And, he knows just how to control it and cut in and out of traffic and…He’s so…amazing and masculine and elegant and…”

“Did he…I mean…it isn’t really any of my business, but…”

Jeremy smiled as he whipped his shirt over his head and laid it in the open suitcase. “He didn’t kiss me or try to do anything sexy with me, if that’s what you’re worried about. But, he was so romantic.”

He had started to unfasten his shorts when he stopped and looked at the older boy. “I did kind of make a fool of myself, though.”

Rafael raised an eyebrow. He slipped his shorts and underwear down, leaving himself naked and only partially erect before the boy he loved. “What happened?” he asked in what he hoped was an encouraging voice.

Jeremy looked down and swallowed before lowering his zipper and answering, “Well, I was sitting there looking at him once we got on that two-lane highway and he was so cool-looking with those sunglasses and the wind blowing his hair and his hand holding the gear-shift and he was handsome and sexy and I was so hard…so hard…God, Rafael, I would do it with him in a heartbeat, he is so sexy! Well, anyway, I was so hard and he said something that made me think he might want me that way, you know, and I didn’t know what to do, you know, whether I should let him know that it was okay if he wanted to do something…”

Jeremy slipped his shorts and briefs down, letting his erection snap upward and bob several times before he continued, “I thought I should let him know that if he wanted to, he could do something. So, I kind of slipped down the seat and spread my legs so he could see my boner in my shorts, but he didn’t do anything and I got scared, but then I thought I wasn’t being obvious enough, so I reached down and started rubbing my boner…”

Rafael had frozen, holding his dance belt and staring at Jeremy with a dead look on his face.

“Well, he didn’t do anything and after a minute I began to think I had just done the stupidest and nastiest thing in the world. I felt so dumb and dirty and gross. I sat up and I was about to start crying when he reached over and took my hand and squeezed it and then he kissed it and we just drove the rest of the way, him holding my hand and neither of us talking, until we got to the turn-off into the woods here. I thought I had ruined everything, but I think he was letting me know it was okay, but that he wasn’t going to do anything.”

Rafael nodded numbly and said in a weak voice, “That’s possible.”

“I don’t know if he wants to do it with me or not, Rafael,” Jeremy said. “How can you tell?”

Rafael pushed the suitcase back and sat down on the edge of the bed, his nakedness forgotten, struggling to keep his emotions under control.

“It varies from situation to situation and from person to person.”

Jeremy watched the older boy’s face, reluctant to ask, but feeling Rafael was the only person he could turn to in this matter.

“Do you think Conrad wants to do it with me?”

Rafael took a deep breath and said, “Jeremy, there are straight men in America who would drive over their wives for the chance to do it with you. Of course, he wants to do it with you. But, I know that Conrad is sincere in wanting to be your mentor and he might think that sex would get in the way of that.”

He slipped his legs through the dance belt and wearily stood up as he added, “I don’t know if he will try to have a sexual relationship with you or not. I know that he likes you very much. I’ll say that.”

“Does Alistair want to do it with me?”

“I would think so, but once again, Alistair has a lot of self-control and he might feel it isn’t good for him to do that with you, him being the director and all. I…I really don’t want to think about other men having sex with you right now, Jeremy.”

A look of concern came over the younger boy’s face as he said, “Oh, God, Rafael! I’m sorry! I didn’t think it would hurt your feelings to talk about it! I’m sorry!”

Jeremy tried to hug Rafael. The teenager rose and the two embraced tightly.

“Rafael, I love you. I love you. I love you,” Jeremy declared, his face against the teenager’s chest, his eyes tightly shut as he clung to the older boy.

“I love you so much, Jeremy, that the last three hours have been hell for me. I didn’t think I’d be so bothered by this. I didn’t think it would hurt for you to be with someone like Conrad. I thought I would be cool with everything, but I love you so hard and so much that…I wanted to kill Conrad while we were driving here. I’m sorry, Jeremy. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, God, Rafael! I’m so sorry. I must be a real sick jerk to want to do it with two other men and here you are and you love me and you’re dying listening me to go on about how wonderful they are.”

Rafael took Jeremy’s face in his hand and said firmly, “No, sweetheart. You have nothing to apologize for or to feel badly about. I told you it would be okay and it isn’t fair for me to have that freedom and for you not to have it. Besides, I know what it’s like to be held and loved by a man. You want that, too, Jeremy, and I understand. I won’t get in the way. I won’t. I want you to have beautiful moments with Conrad. I do. Truly. I do.”

Rafael took a deep breath and added, “Teddy told me in the car that this is the first time I’ve ever truly been in love. I don’t feel jealous about Alistair doing it with other guys, but the pain I feel over you is because I love you so much and this is the first time I’ve experienced anything like this and…I need to just deal with it. I know you love me, Jeremy. I know that. I’m not afraid of losing you. I’m not. I want you to get everything you can out of all this. I want you to learn as much as you can. I want you to impress Alistair and Conrad as much as you can. I want you to absorb every bit of knowledge and experience you can…And, if Conrad chooses to…do something, I want you to feel free to say yes or no for yourself and not have that decision be based on me. Okay? Promise me that you won’t let my feelings get in the way. Promise me.”

Jeremy nodded solemnly and said, “I promise. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Rafael replied before he stepped away from the boy and looked down at Jeremy’s fierce erection. “However, there is something we need to take care of before you go down there. You won’t be able to concentrate with all the hormones rampaging through your system right now. Yeah, we all get boners when we’re in our tights around Alistair, but you look like you could fuck a bowl of mashed potatoes right now.”

Jeremy giggled and Rafael smiled as he sank to his knees before him.

—o-0-o—

“So, what do you think of Jeremy?”

Dylan grinned at Conrad as he asked the question. The two were already in the dance studio below the second floor bedrooms and had begun their stretches at the barre as they awaited Rafael and Jeremy—and Alistair.

“I think he is an interesting boy with a creative mind and an amazing gift for dance.”

Dylan smirked and said, “Yeah, that’s the diplomatic answer. Now, give me the real answer.”

Conrad glanced with irritation at the fourteen-year-old and said, “I think, Dylan, you forget our different places here. You are a trainee and I am a principal dancer.”

“Uh, huh,” Dylan replied, “and, your cock’s been up my ass a half-dozen times. Now, Rafael is my closest friend and his boyfriend is now one of my closest friends. I love the little guy. So…what do you think of him?”

Conrad frowned and said, “He’s beautiful and sexy and I would love to take him to bed and make love to him. However, for at least the time being, I need to concentrate on being his mentor and building up his trust. I have no doubt I could easily have done anything I wanted to with him this morning, but I didn’t. He practically masturbated in front of me, the poor kid. He was so…”

Conrad stopped and looked directly as Dylan. “Jeremy needs to focus on his dancing. He needs me to be a model for him, a teacher, an adviser, a friend, and that is what I will be. You can report back to Rafael that he has nothing to worry about. It will not be me who deflowers young Jeremy.”

Dylan stopped and looked at Conrad seriously. “I love Rafi, but I wouldn’t betray a confidence to him. To be honest, I wish Jeremy wasn’t in the scene, because it would be easier for me to get Rafael to be my boyfriend. I’d love for you to take Jeremy away from him, but I know they love each other too much. Rafael thinks that you’ll be Jeremy’s Alistair. I was just wondering if that was true.”

“Possibly at some point, but honestly Dylan, I can’t see anything sexual happening for a long time. Jeremy needs a lot from me, but that’s not something I will give him now.”

At that moment, the door to the studio opened and Rafael entered, followed by Jeremy.

“Well,” Rafael exclaimed with a smile. “I’d have expected to find Alistair in here trying to pull Dylan off Conrad!”

Conrad smirked as he resumed his barre work and said, “I’ve been able to resist the allure of Miss Thing’s insatiable appetite.”

Dylan smirked and said, “It did seem to take the two of you a long time to change and I can tell from Jeremy’s blush why!”

Rafael rolled his eyes as he walked to the barre and said, “You know, Jerm, we won’t be able to keep anything secret with the way you blush all the time.”

“I can’t help it,” Jeremy replied with an embarrassed grin. “Maybe when I get used to all this…”

“Depravity?” Conrad suggested, smiling.

Jeremy giggled, but before he could respond, the door opened again and the boy gasped as he saw Alistair enter in his gray tights and white leotard. Alistair noted the shocked and lustful look in the boy’s eyes, but he turned to Conrad as he walked across the floor and asked, “Did I miss the depravity?”

“Oh, that’s later,” Dylan replied with a grin.

“Oh, really?” Alistair asked as he suddenly started snapping his fingers and walking in the style of a West Side Story dancer. “Do you need to play it cool, Dylan? Cooly, cool Dylan? You have a rocket in your pocket, Dylan? You gonna play it cool, Dylan?”

“I want to pop!” Dylan cried, imitating the scene from the musical, as he threw his hands into the air.

“I want to bust!” Rafael cried, following his friend’s example.

“I want to go!” Jeremy shouted.

“Keep it cool, cooly cool, boy!” Alistair replied with a seductive smile at Rafael. “Keep it cool!”

He began to laugh and the other joined in, and Jeremy immediately found himself at ease with the great man.

They all worked at the barre, doing their stretches and chatting about various things related to ballet. Alistair paid careful attention—without seeming to—to Jeremy’s comments and his stretches. Every once in a while, he would make a suggestion to the boy or a compliment.

“Even in your stretches, Jeremy, you show an amazing grace and elegance,” the man declared. “I can’t believe you’ve not been dancing the summer. After less than a week, you are truly exceptional.”

Rafael winked at Jeremy and then whined, “Hey, what am I? Chopped liver?”

Jeremy giggled and said, “No, you’re road kill, but you taste just like chicken.”

“Woe hoe! Jeremy!” Alistair exclaimed. “Good one! I can see you dish it out with the best. But, can you take it?”

“He’ll find out tonight,” Rafael said as he practiced plié, “when I give it to him without lube!”

“Oh, Rafi, please,” Alistair responded. “You Nelly thing. It never works when you try to sound butch. You on top is almost as funny as Dylan on top!”

“Hey! I come from the world of machismo!” Rafael replied, adding, “and, I’ve learned from the best.”

Alistair smiled, but he gave the teenager a serious look. Conrad noticed and said soothingly, “Alistair, we all know about you and Rafael and no one in this room would ever say anything. You can trust Dylan and you can certainly trust me.”

Alistair said nothing and acted as if nothing had happened, though he walked out to the center of the floor and began performing a variety of kicks, leaps, and spins as the others continued their stretches at the barre. Jeremy felt that a pall had descended on the room, but a few minutes later, after Alistair had leaped and kicked his way around the studio several times, the man smiled and turned to Jeremy, declaring, “All right, Mr. Fenwick, if you would please, come out here and we can see what you can do.”

As Jeremy nodded and gracefully strode out to the center of the floor, Alistair asked Conrad to put a record of generic training music on the turntable and then turned to Jeremy. They spent several minutes on typical “center” work—Port de bras, Grand Battement, and then moved on to the adagio moves, the slow moves that develop control and balance. Alistair would make delicate suggestions, demonstrate what he meant, and then watch as Jeremy performed, after which he would nod and move on to the next move. The other dancers worked on their own particular practices in other areas of the studio, though they kept a careful watch on Alistair and his work with Jeremy.

Jeremy was concentrating too hard on listening to Alistair and doing what the man asked to think about how much fun he was having, but when they stopped for a moment to drink some water, Jeremy grinned as they walked to the water pitcher in the corner and said, “This is the most amazing experience of my life.”

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, Jeremy. It’s a pleasure to work with someone as gifted and as eager as you. Young people such as you make it all worthwhile. Sometimes I think I’d like to give up directing the company and just focus on the academy and working with my trainees. I always feel re-energized when I’ve spent time with my trainees.”

“Do you miss performing?” Jeremy asked as he drank.

Alistair nodded and said, “That’s like asking someone who’s lost an arm if they miss it. I love performing. I love dancing on stage. The applause and cheers of the audience are like wine to me. Now, I concentrate on creating the experience for my dancers, but yes, I miss performing. In some ways, I live vicariously through my dancers.”

“I want to dance for as long as I can,” Jeremy declared.

“Well, let’s hope for a long career, Jeremy, but you must remember that as you grow older, it will become more painful and the chance of a career-ending fall or accident of any kind grows, so enjoy every day you dance. Live every day to the maximum. Every moment in your tights and on the dance floor or on the stage, every moment should be cherished. We are performing the most beautiful of the arts. We combine music, acting, art, and movement. We embody everything. We express our emotions with an eloquence denied other artists because we use our bodies to convey our pain or joy, our feelings, our love, our hate, the rapture of life, the agony of life.”

Jeremy gazed into the man’s eyes and his own grew moist. Alistair smiled and ran his fingers through the boy’s hair before he suddenly declared, “All right! Back to work, Mr. Fenwick! I hear that your Grand Jeté en tournant is an experience to be savored. So, impress me!”

They worked on the spinning leaps for quite some time. Jeremy would perform several, then Alistair would discuss them before he would demonstrate the point he was making. Jeremy stood in awe as he watched Alistair perform live the move he had performed a decade earlier for the poster on Rafael’s wall. And, each one the man performed was as perfect as Jeremy could imagine, his muscled arms and legs perfectly parallel to the floor, each leap performed with amazing energy and vitality. Alistair’s beauty inspired the boy and when he leaped, he forced himself to do so with as much power and elegance as he could. He soon exhausted himself, though he continued to push himself as the two of them worked on other difficult moves. Rafael and Dylan had long finished their routines and Conrad has walked over to watch and make mental notes about Jeremy’s dancing. Occasionally, Alistair would ask Conrad to demonstrate something and sometimes, they would both perform and Jeremy could watch in stereo.

At one point, however, as he was spinning across the floor in chaînés tournes, he lost his balance and fell to the floor. He immediately jumped up and resumed without batting an eye, but when he was finished, Alistair placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and said, “I think that is enough for one afternoon. Take it easy for the rest of the day.”

“Oh, no! I can still go! I’m not tired at all!” Jeremy exclaimed.

Alistair smiled and nodded as he replied, “I’m sure you can go on for quite some time more, but I have a few things to do and I do think I want to save your feet for tomorrow and Friday. We don’t want too many blisters interfering with what I expect will be a stellar performance Friday night.”

He smiled at Jeremy, gazing into his eyes as the boy looked adoringly at him. Slowly, Jeremy nodded and Conrad put a hand on his shoulder as he said, “Come, Jeremy. Let’s go talk and then we can shower and relax on the veranda before dinner.”

“You boys are welcome to swim if you like,” Alistair declared as he walked on toward the pitcher. “Naturally, Dylan, it’s clothing optional.”

“Oh, thank God!” Dylan cried. “I want to roam free! Free! Free I say!”

“There are no Tonys for performances in my studio,” Alistair replied as he swatted Dylan’s butt.

Rafael looked at Jeremy and whispered, “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”

“Oh, Rafael, I’m so happy,” the boy replied emotionally. “This is the greatest day of my life.”

“You said that yesterday,” Rafael replied with a grin.

“And, it was, and today’s even better!”

Rafael winked and said, “Man, by Friday you may just explode from too much rapture and ecstasy.”

Jeremy giggled joyfully as the two older boys left the room. Alistair drank his water and then, as Conrad and Jeremy poured their own, said, “Jeremy, you are truly a one-of-a-kind dancer. With the proper work and training, you will be a star, one of the true greats. Thank you for coming to Ballet of America.”

“Thank you, sir,” Jeremy replied, on the verge of tears.

“Conrad,” the man said, “I am depending on you, as Jeremy’s mentor…”

He stopped and the younger man nodded. “I understand. I know what we have here and just how special Jeremy is.”

Alistair nodded and then turned and left the room, leaving Conrad and Jeremy alone sitting backward on the bench before the piano in the corner. Conrad looked down at Jeremy and smiled before he wrapped an arm around the sweaty boy. He leaned down and kissed the top of Jeremy’s head as he said, “You’re magnificent, Jeremy. You truly are. You’re going to be a joy to train and mentor. You love what you’re doing. You’re eager to learn and perform, and you have a natural talent that is truly amazing.”

Finally, it was all too much for the boy and Jeremy broke down in elation and emotion. Conrad wrapped his arms around him and held him tightly and Jeremy sobbed with joy. At one point, he said, “If only my parents could be here to see this and to hear what you all are saying.”

“They’d be very proud of you, Jeremy,” Conrad replied.

“You really think so?” the boy sobbed.

“Yes. And, I’m proud of you, too.”

Jeremy looked up at the man through tear-filled eyes and softly said, “I love you.”

Conrad inhaled, but said nothing. He pulled the boy’s head against his chest and held him tightly. Jeremy closed his eyes. Yes. He was dancing in Heaven.

Naked - Ch. 01-02

Chapter 1
On a random Sunday morning, I was awoken out of slumber by the pleasurable feeling of having a hand wrapped around my cock. As I opened my eyes, I noticed that my wife had pulled the covers down, revealing my naked body. As I felt myself enlarge in her grip, she leaned down and kissed the very tip. I asked, "What are you doing?"
Jennifer lifted her head and looked at me in the eyes. "I thought that I would give you a wake up blow job." She lowered her head and sucked the growing bulb into her mouth, swirling her tongue.
After a slight moan, I asked, "What's the occasion?"
"There is none. I just like the sight of you." She sunk her head and took me all in her mouth, bobbing up and down several times, before letting my dick pop out of her mouth. "I was thinking..."
After she trailed off, wanting her to continue, I asked, "What were you thinking?"
After she gave the head a supple kiss, she said, "I was wondering if you would like to try something new?"
As I moaned when she licked my cock like a lollipop, I queried, "What?"
She stroked me a few times before saying, "I was reading some CFNM stories on storys.pro and they were such a turn on that I would like you to go naked around the house from now on."
As she continued to stroke me, I jumped at the idea. "If this is the treatment that I can expect, I'll gladly do it."
She smiled and engulfed my cock, bobbing up and down without abandonment. Then, abruptly, she stopped and pointed my dick straight up in the air. "I love when you're hard, but I love it when you cum, so every time that you become erect, I will milk you." After kissing the head again, she smiled and asked, "How does that sound?"
As she sucked me into her mouth again, I moaned as I said, "Awesome." Then she went at me.
Her lips sucked in and billowed out as she struck up a rhythm and I closed my eyes as she devoured my cock. Within a minute, I felt the sensing eruption and mumbled, "I'm cumming."
She released my appendage from her mouth and pointed it towards my chest as she vigorously stroked me. Within moments, I shot a huge load that landed on my left pectoral, followed by eight smaller shots that successively got smaller until she was draining the last of my sperm which simply dribbled onto my stomach. As soon as she was satisfied that the orgasm had subsided, she let my cock rest on my stomach and said, "Now come downstairs and I'll make you breakfast." As she stood up, she followed with, "Don't wash yourself up. I want to see how much cum I can cover us in before the day is over."
Chapter 2
After relaxing for a while and relishing in the good news that I had just been given, I eventually arose and my cum started to trickle down my chest and abdomen. After resisting the urge to wash it off, I let the cold liquid drip to the floor as I made my way downstairs sans clothing. Despite having just exploded all over myself, I was still at over half mast and, as soon as I entered the dining room and sat down, my wife noticed.
She repositioned the chair so that I was sitting sideways and dropped to her knees in front of me. "I'm going to have to take care of this before we eat." She licked the shaft several times before weighing my balls in her left hand. "Yeah. There's still some left in here." She began slowly stroking my member until I was massively erect once again and she didn't stop. Soon, I was grunting while having my second ejaculation of the day in less than a half an hour. She aimed me so that my cum sprayed all over my stomach. Then, after releasing me, she dragged a finger through it and brought it to her mouth. "Tasty." She then got off her knees, went into the kitchen and retrieved me a breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast. After putting it on the table, before I could rotate in the chair, she stopped me from doing so as she sat down. "Don't. I want to be able to see my triumphs." She rested a hand on my right knee and began massaging my thigh. When I twisted in my seat to eat my first bite, she said, "I have an idea."
Awkwardly eating breakfast while my cum dripped off of my stomach onto the wooden chair, I asked, "What?"
As she moved her hand up my thigh and started caressing my balls, she explained, "I want to see how many times I can get you off today."
With a mouth full of food, I did a double take. "What?"
As she began to caress my flaccid penis in her hands, she said, "I want to see how many times I can make you cum." With that, my dick began to grow in her hand and she started to slowly stroke me up and down.
I was dumbstruck as I grew in her hand. "What's gotten into you today?"
As she continued to fondle me, I moaned as she said, "Like I said, I was turned on by a story that I was reading in which the wife of a man had her way with him." She pulled me up to a standing position by my genitals. She then began to devour my cock once again. As she bobbed back and forth on my member, I placed my hands on my head. She paused for a moment before saying, "Keep that pose." Then she resumed, sucking and licking my shaft with determination. Soon, I was heading for my third orgasm of the morning and I warned her with an audible moan. She released me from her mouth and vigorously stroked me until I shot seven streams onto her chest while my legs shook. She eventually maneuvered me back to the chair by my cock and had me sit down. "Eat your breakfast. You're going to need the energy." She got up and checked herself in the dining room mirror.
After I was done eating, she grabbed me by the dick, walked me into the family room and had me lay down on the couch. She turned the television on and went to the internet, where she retrieved some Klixen Cumshot videos to play. As the luckiest man alive was blown by numerous women and he moaned when he erupted, Jennifer asked, "You like this, right?" As my cock started to amazingly grow again, I nodded an affirmative. She smiled, kicked my leg over the side of the couch and positioned herself at my groin. She grabbed my cock and started licking it up and down. Eventually, she started licking the frenulum over and over again, driving me wild, but not to the point of cumming. As I stared at the man on the screen release load after load, she kept up the licking, not changing her approach.
After about fifteen minutes, I was rock hard and desiring more friction so that I could ejaculate. I urged her, "Please let me cum."
She stopped in mid-lick and said, "We've got plenty of time" before resuming.
After another fifteen minutes, pre-cum started leaking out of the tip of my penis. Jennifer noticed, lapped it up and then continued her onslaught. Soon, my head was purple and engorged and ready to blow. She stopped, pulled my cock towards her and started tonguing the slit, spurring it on to open more. She continued doing that for a few minutes until I felt the tingling sensation in my balls.
With a groan, I admitted, "I'm cumming."
After I made the announcement, Jennifer aimed my cock towards my chest and started gently stroking it. I exploded all over myself again, the first shot hitting me in the neck. When I was spent, she said, "This is going to be so fun."
Breathing heavily with my arms resting above my body, I stated, "I'm not sure how much more of this I can handle."
She took her right hand and smeared my cum all over my torso before getting up and saying, "You're not going to have to do much other than lie there." She then smiled at me. "And that's four."
"What?"
"You've been up for an hour and a half and I have gotten you off four times. At this rate, I'll make you cum more than twenty times today."
While she massaged my balls, I said, "I don't know if I have that in me."
She gave my nads a slight squeeze and replied, "You do. Just keep watching the cumpilation."
As I watched the guy spurt on the faces of numerous beautiful women, I surprisingly became semi-erect once again and, as I closed my eyes in an attempt to sleep, she took me in her mouth again. I grunted as soon as her tongue licked the underside of my shaft. I quickly swelled in her mouth until I was on the verge of cumming again. As far as I am aware, as soon as I felt my sperm coat my torso again, I quickly fell asleep out of exhaustion.
I was awoken by the doorbell. As I opened my eyes, before I could stand up, Jennifer opened the door and ushered in a friend by the name of Mary Lou. She was not at all struck off guard while I stood up stark naked in front of her with dried cum all over my body. When I went to cover myself up with my hands, Jennifer walked up to me and repositioned them down at my sides so that Mary Lou could see me in all of my glory. Without a word, she walked up to me and started fondling my ball sack.
I turned to Jennifer and asked, "What's going on?"
Jennifer responded, "I called some girlfriends to help me out because I was getting tired already.
I asked, "Girlfriends?"
"Yeah. Others will be over soon enough."
With Mary Lou's hand on my balls, I pleaded, "But Jenny?"
Mary Lou asked, "Do you not like?"
I quickly answered as my dick began to grow, "I like it a lot. But..." She began to stroke me up and down. "But..."
"But what?" Mary Lou began to massage my lower stomach with her other hand.
"But..."
Mary Lou asked, "Cat got your tongue?" All I could do was moan as she continued her delicate attack on my dick. As she slowly stroked me with her right hand, she pushed her left palm onto the head and started rubbing back and forth, driving me crazy. Soon, my legs were getting week and she noticed it. She paused momentarily, pulled me to the ground by my cock and had me lie on my back. As she laid next to me, I looked in her direction and she smiled. When she blew me a kiss, I exploded all over myself once again and returned the grin. As I was spent, her hand never left my cock and she began speaking. "When Jenny called me, I had no idea what she had in store, but I'm liking it."
"Same here."
As Mary Lou continued to stroke my deflated cock, Jennifer lied down on the other side of me and started caressing my balls. She asked, "You like?"
My response was, "I love."
"Well, just wait."
"For what?"
"The rest of the party to arrive."
I turned my head to look at Jennifer. "What?"
"I thought you could use as much stimulation as possible, so I invited all of the girls over here today."
With my cock still being manipulated by Mary Lou, I asked, "You're okay with this?"
Jennifer's response was, "I love it. My friends are going to be so jealous after today."
I moaned as my cock once again came to life. Jennifer jolted up and said, "I've got an idea." She got up and went upstairs and returned with a vibrator. She got back on the ground, turned it on, then rested it against my balls. I felt an immense amount of pleasure and my cock immediately stood at attention in Mary Lou's hand. As she played with it, she inched closer and closer to my genitals until she was sucking me off.
I turned towards my wife as if to ask if this was all right with her and she just smiled brightly. Soon, I was at the point of no return and before I could say anything, I erupted in Mary Lou's mouth with a grunt and she swallowed it all, emphatically showing me her gulp. After I was spent, I turned towards Jennifer and said, "I don't know if I can keep this up."
She gave me a passionate kiss on the lips and said, "You can and you're going to feel wonderful." She then said, "And that's six, by the way."
For the next hour, the three of us laid quietly on the carpeted floor together while the two of them continued to feel me up. Eventually, my cock became engorged again and the two of them assaulted me with their mouths, Jennifer sucking and Mary Lou licking the available shaft and sucking my balls one at a time. Then, all of a sudden, Jennifer stopped.
She said, "I've got another idea." As her hand remained around my erect member, she suggested, "Let's go outside."
I immediately responded, "But the neighbors will be able to see me."
"Not if we're in the back yard next to the pool."
"Yeah. They have balconies."
"Stop being a pussy." Jennifer stood up and urged me to do the same by tugging on my penis, then she walked me out onto the patio and had me sit in a lounge chair. She pulled up another chair to the side, sat down, and continued to play with my appendage, rubbing her index finger over the slit a few times, coaxing it open wider. When pre-cum started to ooze out, she bent over and licked it up. All the while, Mary Lou sat in a chair opposite Jennifer and massaged my inner thigh.
As I thickened in Jennifer's hand, Mary Lou complimented me. "I like your stamina." She cupped my balls and said, "Is there a never ending supply in there?"
I smiled as Jennifer increased her rhythmic strokes. When I laid my head back, I noticed a female neighbor peering over the side of a balcony at me as I was being manhandled. I simply looked at her eyes as she caught mine and I let out a loud moan as I shot my seventh load of the day all over myself. Completely covered in my own jizz, I felt so dirty, yet so turned on at the same time. Then the doorbell rang.
Within no time, Jennifer had returned with two more friends -- Kimberly and Shannon -- who were astonished to see me lying naked covered in my own cum. I couldn't help but get hard again. It was noticed by all around me.
As a couple of more chairs were pulled up beside me, Kimberly asked, "How many loads has he shot already?"
Jennifer quickly answered, "Seven."
Shannon stated, "Holy shit. And he's still hard?" She put the palm of her hand on my shaft to feel my stiffness. When I let out a soft moan, she looked at Jennifer and asked, "Can I?" After she received a nod from Jennifer, she plunged down on my cock with all out abandon. After finding it hard to contort her body, she got up out of her seat and kneeled next to me to continue.
As various hands pawed at my body while Shannon was sucking me off, I instinctively said, "I'm cumming."
Shannon released me from her mouth and I shot load after load onto my stomach until she had milked me dry. She followed with, "Eight."
I said, "I can't keep this up."
Jennifer said, "You will. We'll milk you completely dry and then we'll start over tomorrow."
I asked, "Tomorrow? But I've got to work."
"Starting immediately after you get home."
I laid my head back and closed my eyes as numerous hands continued to feel me up. Eventually, Kimberly took my flaccid penis in her hand and just held on. She squeezed and released, squeezed and released, etc. until, after fifteen minutes, I was rock hard again. She continued occasionally squeezing. After another fifteen minutes, I was feeling the familiar tightness in my nuts when I let out a loud grunt and cum oozed out of my slit pooling all over her hand. As she began to lick her hand, Kimberly calmly said, "Nine." Then she sucked the cum off of my cock.
As soon as Kimberly was done, my cock was immediately grabbed by Mary Lou, who ducked down and sucked it all in in its flaccid state. When there was no response in my nether region, she released me from her mouth and just laid her hand on my crotch. She slightly massaged me for upwards of a half an hour until I began to grow again. Soon, she was stroking me and I began to wince in pain. She noticed and asked, "Does that hurt?"
"I'm a little chafed."
"Stand up." I did as told and faced her, my member sticking out in front of me towards her mouth. She sucked me into her lips swirled her tongue around. When she pulled off, she queried, "How's that?"
"Perfectly fine."
"Good." She went down on me again, grabbing each side of my ass to pull me forward. After five minutes of slurping, I came into her mouth with a moan and my legs nearly gave out on me. I fell back onto the lounge chair and breathed deeply.
Jennifer asked, "How are you doing honey?"
I said, "I'm in seventh heaven." Within moments, I fell asleep. When I awoke, all of the girls were in skimpy two piece swimsuits and covering my front side in sunscreen. After most of my front was done, the four of them turned their attention to my cock. While hands stroked me, coddled my balls, tickled my taint, etc., I became rock hard and, within no time, I was spurting cum into the air.
In unison, the girls all said, "Eleven," then started rubbing the tip, driving me crazy. As I squirmed around in ecstasy, they continued to tease me.
Jennifer eventually called a halt to it and said, "I loved that. We were in total control."
I said, "When have you not been today?" I looked around at the four women standing over me. My wife, a petite brunette with perk little breasts and tight stomach had smile. Mary Lou, an Asian American woman with straight jet black hair and a hour glass figure was licking her lips. Shannon, a red head with supple breasts and a butt to die for was staring at my crotch, ready to attack again. Finally, there was Kimberly, a blonde goddess with a perfect Pilates figure, who was blowing me kisses with her pouty lips. I said, "I could use a break."
Jennifer said, "Not going to happen." She straddled me and began grinding her pelvis on my dick, which miraculously showed signs of life. "This is an all-day thing. We're trying to set a record." She continued grinding me until I was stiff. She then slid down lowered on my legs, grabbed me with both her hands and began stroking me. As I winced, she said, "Don't be a baby." She continued to stroke me as I looked around at the curves of the other ladies. "Do you like what you see?" When I didn't respond, Jennifer asked again, "Do you like what you see?"
"What?"
"Are my friends good looking?"
"Yes."
"Are you getting turned on looking at them?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now cum for me baby."
I leaned my head back and bucked my hips as much as I could with her resting on my thighs as I exploded all over my chest and stomach again. I let out an "Oh my God."
Jennifer asked, "What?"
I admitted, "This whole day has been such a turn on."
Jennifer planted a kiss on my cock head and stood up. She looked around at the other three girls and asked, "Who's next?"
Kimberly grabbed my dick and told me to follow her. She had me sit on the side of the pool, cum dripping all down my body. She got in the pool and waded over to where I sat, then started massaging my cock and balls. After twenty minutes, she felt me swell and jiggled her tits in front of me. She asked, "Do you like?"
I answered, "Yes. Can you take off your top?"
"Would that help?"
"Yes."
She undid the strap in the back and lifted it over her head before setting it down on the side of the pool. "How is that?"
As I started to grow in her hands, I said, "Good."
As she stroked my member, she asked, "How good?"
Hardening in her hand, I said, "Extraordinary."
She smiled up at me and made eye contact as she bent down and took me in her mouth while she rubbed my balls. All that could be heard for fifteen minutes was her slurping and eventually I erupted into her mouth. When I did so, she voraciously sucked, then released me and held out her cum-covered tongue, closed her mouth and swallowed. She immediately grabbed her top and put it back on. "That's all you get." As she started to walk away, she said, "Thirteen."
Just then, Jennifer called to me to come to her. With wobbly gait, I followed her call to the front door, which stood open. As I was ogled by our next door neighbor, Jennifer asked, "Is it okay if Gabby joins the fun?" After I nodded an affirmative, Jennifer directed her to "Go at it."
Gabby, dressed in a flowered sun dress, walked directly up to me and grabbed my penis. "Watching those women have their way with you made me so horny."
My wife walked past the two of us and said, "When you're done, return him back outside."

Dale never suspected that when Lynda called that it would set into place events what would change his life forever. Out of the blue she made contact. They hadn't seen each other in years.
Lynda and Dale had become estranged since the teen years. After high school the brother went off to college and the sister went 'to find herself'. Later he had learned that she had gotten into the more seedy side of society. His sexy sibling was working as an exotic dancer in Denver. There was a suspicion, knowing his sister, even more erotic endeavors involved.
There was only a year difference in their age. They were always close. Sometimes more like 'buddies' than brother and sister.
The relationship could never be called 'morally upright'. Often double dates ended up with both of them getting laid. Dale and his girl would be in the front seat and Lynda and her guy in the back seat.
They never hid their bodies. Bedroom and bathroom doors were always open. Often they would appear in front of the other in different stages of dress.
Sometimes Lynda would have girlfriends over to spend the night. On many occasions she would get one of them to give up a piece of ass to Dale. As a lookout for the parents, she would often be in the room.
There were also times when Dale would return the favor. She would spend the night with a boyfriend. He would lie to their parents of the sibling's whereabouts.
Dale even got her set up to be fucked by a co-worker. Later on it was revealed she not only did she do the friend but the roommate as well. He was told his sister gave 'the best cocksuckin' job ever'. Strangely there was a sense of pride hearing about her abilities.
Dale had just stepped out of the shower when the doorbell rang. Bettie, his wife, had just left for work. He was wearing only a robe when answering the door. It was Lynda. She arrived earlier than expected
The pretty blond was wearing a short shirt and a pleasant blouse. It was a very revealing outfit. The attire emphasized the cleavage of the breast and exposed a set of curvaceous legs.
Lynda had changed! She was always good looking. Now she is gorgeous!
A set of tits that had to be at least 38C's sits proudly on a petite torso. The body was fit and athletic. The skin sported an even bronze that was the results of a tan in the can booth. The long blond tress she had always maintained was enhanced by the skin tone. The vision caused an abnormal stirring in the brother's loins.
Lynda drops the travel bags and flings a pair of excited arms around his neck. She gives a deep tongue kiss. Dale didn't resist.
Their tongues twirl. Their bodies press even closer. The stirrings increased.
"Gawd!" Lynda says breathlessly hugging tightly, "I've missed you so, big brother."
Dale feels a firm upper leg rubbing up against his groin. It was a bare skin against a partly harden penis. The woman had to know what was touching her flesh. There was no indication that she did. The hug tightens. The probing leg continues to caress partially erect dick.
"Damn!" Dale remarks at the enthusiastic greeting, "You have missed me."
"More than you can imagine," she agrees still holding her brother's solid body close.
Dale gently pushes back to exam her. The peasant blouse really enhances a set of full mounds. Dale suddenly breaks the prolong stare at the orbs. The feeling of guilt arrives telling that he is becoming too attracted to them.
They move into the front room. Lynda sits down on the couch. The short shirt slides high up on the thigh. Black bikini panties are exposed. They fit snugly against a rounded ass and firm thigh.
"I need to change into some clothes," Dale excuses.
The brother really wanted to get away to regroup. This new Lynda had effects in ways that was wrong. Something had to be put on to hide the bulge!
"I would like to change as well," Lynda states.
A set of curvy legs opens a little wider. A pantied covered crotch is fully showing. The vision is obscuring the idea who this sexy bitch is!
"The guest room there," Dale points, "is where you'll stayin'." The turned on brother suggests, "Go in there to change."
Before getting into some other clothes, Dale strokes a very stiff rod. The desire was to work it down. The masturbation didn't quit until a string of cum shoots across the room. Bettie would be getting dick tonight.
When Dale comes out his sister was back on the couch wearing a long tee shirt and no bra. Two pink nipples show clearly through the thin fabric. He could see the black outline of the bikini panties. The hot brother was glad those were still on!
"Here," a tanned hand pats the nearby seat cushion, "sit next to me."
A photo album is held up. Lynda wants to show some pictures. A broad grin appears on the lovely face.
"As you wish," Dale concedes.
While positioning on the sofa, Dale immediately realizes that more than clothes changing had been done. A fresh aroma of perfume from a lovely neck is present. The fit body had a scent of a recent freshening as well.
"Let me show ya what I've been up to," she states opening the book. "These are some of the girls I've been workin' with," Lynda begins thumbing through the pages.
The club she had been dancing at was a very erotic place. The pictures were of women in explicit positions. Some showed them with other dancers and some with customers. Considering the sexual poses, Dale doubted that the activity stopped when the picture taking ended.
Lynda had nude pictures of herself dancing. They were much like the rest. One had her leaning back. A soft looking pink cunt was center of the picture.
"Sis," Dale questions, "Do'ya really believe you should be showin' your brother these pics?"
"Why not?" Lynda jokingly replies, "You gonna get a hard on an' jump my bones?"
"Was all activity like this there?" the curious Dale wonders.
Lynda quickly goes into telling of the erotic activities that went on. She didn't hesitate to go into detail. It was obvious she was proud of the 'shows' given.
"See this big redhead," she points to a picture of a dancer with another women between her legs, "This bitch would fuck anything an' anyone." She adds admiringly, "I don't think she ever stopped fuckin'."
"Really?" Dale remarks.
The brother feels a soft touch on his thigh. A bronzed hand squeezes gently. A soft smile is given.
"I'm really happy I decided to come here," she says with a peck on the cheek.
The grasp tightens. The hand moves upward on his thigh. The smile broadens.
"What about yourself?" he asks, wanting to get back to the pictures, "What did'ya do."
"I didn't do as much as a lot of the girls did," she giggles, "A quick feel of my ass an' pussy usually got me fives an' tens' down my panties."
That revelation brought unexpected visions. A sibling's cock is rising again. He really needed to move away.
The front door opens. Bettie had return early. Dale was glad she did.
"Hi, Baby!" she greets entering.
Bettie moves over to him. They kiss deeply. He holds her close.
"Whoa," she reacts to his package, "Someone's in a mood."
"Guess who's here?" Dale quizzes. He wants to ensure Bettie realize they weren't alone.
"Hey, girl," she greets the sister-in-law smiling. "When did'ya get in?"
"Just a little while ago," the sexy blond answers standing up.
The two women hug and kiss cheeks. They hold slightly longer than Dale expected. He couldn't help but notice Lynda's hand caressing his wife's ass.
For the next couple of days his sister, claiming not to be used to the hot summer heat, continues to wear skimpy outfits. A long tee shirts and no bra around the house was common.
All that dancing had made her legs look fantastic. A smooth tan enhanced the natural beauty. A large pair of titties bounce in harmony whenever walking.
His sister professes to be happy to be near him again. Lynda helps around the house whenever possible. He got the impression this visit was going to be longer than originally planned.
Lynda often bends over directly in front of her brother. Dale would get a clear view of a great ass and barely covered pussy. The dancing had also made tighter a pair of ass cheeks. He assumed the lack of modesty by her was due to them being siblings.
"I betcha wonderin' how comes I'm so much bigger?" Lynda asks one morning.
"Whatcha mean?" Dale puzzles, playing dumb. He knows what she was referring to
"These, Silly," the sexy sister pats the titties. They jiggle in unison. "I've had 'em enhanced!"
"I didn't notice," Dale lies.
"One thing about being a stripper is," she reveals, "you soon learn to read men's expressions." Lynda refutes, "You've noticed 'em."
"Ok," he concedes, "I've noticed they're bigger."
"I had plastic surgery done on 'em," she boasts, still patting the perfect orbs.
"Wasn't that expensive?" Dale questions.
"Normally, yes," Lynda tells holding the tits upright, "But the doctor had taken a likin' to me."
"Yeah," Dale thinks, "I bet."
"Because of that," she claims, "he gave me a real good discount on the fees."
He could always tell when his sister was lying. Lynda was now. There was no doubt a few good fucks had gone the doctor's way.
"He did them perfectly," Lynda says as the shirt is suddenly pulled up. A set of perfectly rounded titties is exposed. "No scars." They are hunched forward to emphasize the beauty. "They're perfect." Lynda prods with a quick jiggle, "Aren't they, Baby?"
Suddenly Lynda captures his hands. They are placed on the firm mounds. The skin is smooth and hot to the touch. With her guiding, the improved mounds were pawed fully. He did like the feel of the taboo, soft flesh.
"That does feel good," she sighs enjoying the 'examination'.
Dale feels an extreme hard on! This was his sister he was touching! There is a moral confusion as to what to do. Standing up wouldn't be wise at the moment.
Suddenly the phone rings. Save by the bell! Dale answers it quickly.
The next few days the weather got warmer and Lynda wore less. Often running around the house wearing the tee-shirt tied around the perfect titties like a halter top and bottoms from some of the stripper outfits.
Lynda continues bending over in front of her brother 'absent-mindedly'. A tan ass and a damp crotch is always the resulting view. Dale was having an increasingly tougher time trying to remember who this woman is. The reasons for not fucking this sexy siren waned each hour.
One night just before Bettie came home, his sister came out of the bedroom and heads to a small trunk that had been placed in the hall closet. Lynda lends over to get something out.
The view is a bare bottom! No panties! Nothing! He was looking at naked cunt!
The light colored blond pubic hair hides nothing! It was a beautiful pink. The fleshy lips were glistening.
The voyaging brother had a raging hard on. The desire of moving up behind this sexy woman was strong. Instead he hustles back into the bedroom and jacks off!
Later on that evening Bettie and Lynda were at the kitchen table talking. Men were the subjects. Dale could tell from the giggling sex was being discussed.
"Baby!" his wife calls. "Could'ya come in here?"
He walks into the kitchen. The two women go mute when Dale enters. He stands at the entrance.
"They were just wonderin'," Bettie asks, "what's more of a turn for a man? A pussy with hair or---,"
"---a bald headed cunt?" Lynda eagerly completes.
The question was blunt. He had never placed it in a real context. Dale loved pussy. Eating it, with or without hair, was always a pleasure.
"Well," the keen sister repeats, "Do'ya like a cunt bald or what?"
The way Lynda pronounces 'cunt' sounded so sexy. He suspected it wasn't a mistake how it was being used. There was no doubt she used such words to get men to toss dollars.
Dale thinks deeply. They want an answer. He actually had none.
"Bald," the word slowly comes out.
His sister and his wife go back to the conversation. Dale returns to the couch. A hard cock says Bettie would be getting fucked tonight.
The next afternoon the weather is hotter. Even with the air condition, it was almost unbearable. A lot of clothing would make the day worst.
Dale was in a tank top and a pair of cut offs only. Lynda dressed in a similar way; a tee-shirt and daisy dukes.
By the afternoon she was down to the long tee-shirt. There is no attempt at being modest. Lynda comes into the front room and moves in front of Dale. She then bends over to pick up a magazine on the floor.
Dale sees that she was panty less! And HAIRLESS! His sister's pretty cunt had been shaved! It was a bare as a newborn baby's.
Lynda made no effort to rush in picking up the magazine. The stripper's movements are deliberate. A firm ass wiggles temptingly.
Dale didn't give a damn what society thought! Lynda was a hot woman wanting his dick! He was going to give it to her!
The turned on brother moves up behind his sexy sibling. A slightly nervous hand cups the forbidden cunt with a middle fingertip slipping between the lips. It was already wet and warm.
"Gawd!" Lynda declares huskily, "I thought I was gonna hav'a rape ya!"
She jerks up and spins around. The tee shirt comes flying off as the hot sister spirals. Dale had a full view of the big naked tits as they rub up against his chest.
The brother and sister kiss deeply. Their tongues dance. Dale was turned on! So was she! This was the point of no return.
His hands explore a trim back and great ass. Lynda is pulled closer as the clinch tightens. Dale slides a finger between the cheeks to tease the asshole.
Her hands wonder to the Levi cutoffs. Lynda pops the button and yanks down the zipper. She wants to feel her brother's member.
"Baby," the ex-dancer coos, "make me feel alive again."
Lynda starts kissing him down the neck. Dale pulls back long enough to tear off the tank top. A pair of hot lips works its way down the hard chest to the belly button and then to the edge of the shorts.
Lynda was on knees as the trail of kisses reaches the top of the cutoffs. The shorts are then roughly tugged. They fall to down around the ankles. A hard cock came flips out.
It is caught in a sister's mouth. The hard pole is inhaled hurriedly. A hot tongue massages anxiously.
"Sweet Mother-of-Pearl!" Dale gasps, "Sis, you're one experienced bitch!"
With hands on a blond head, Lynda moves up and down on the shaft. She would leave the cock long enough to suck and kiss the balls. A finger runs up the crack of the tight ass and plays with a puckering anus.
"I've been wantin' you to cum in my mouth for some time now," Lynda confesses in a hiss. "Take me to the fantasy I've always wanted."
The incestuous sister sucks the forbidden cock to the balls. She hums consistently. Again, a very practiced tongue massages the stiff shaft. Dale's friend was right. She was a good cocksucker!
The hot brother starts mouth fucking with slow rhythms. The hard cock still goes deep even thorough was no wish to aggravate the gage reflex. Face fucking his sister is just too hot.
I'm getin' ready to cum!" Dale announces behind clinched teeth.
Lynda picks up the pace of head bobbing on stiff cockshaft.
"I'm gonna cum!" he shouts.
Arms wraps tighter around a lower back. The humming increases. The suction gets stronger.
"I'm cummmmmming!" Dale yells.
The brother unloads a wad of sperm into his sister's mouth. The woman is an expert. The forbidden cum is totality inhaled. She continues to suck and lick the pulsating cock after it had completed ejaculating.
"That's the sweetest cum I've ever tasted," she states proceeding to tongue wash the hard organ clean.
"You're one fine cocksucker, Sis." Dale then quips with a smile, "I betcha there was a number of guys at that strip club that left happy because of your mouth."
"At least five every night." Lynda looks up her panting brother with a sly grin and says, "I wanted to practice so I could be the best cocksucker you've ever had!"
She is pick up by the shoulders. The brother and sister lock into a deep French kiss. Their groins rub together. His cock was returning to a hard rod. Her nipples where like little stones.
Dale guides her to a nearby easy chair. He positions his sister with both legs placed over the arms. The sight was breath taking.
"Now that's the way I should be," she huskily states, "Legs spread. Cunt open for my brother to do whatever he wants."
"It's time for me to enjoy some of your cunt juices, Sis," he hotly proclaims moving between the athletic legs.
A hot, pink and very wet twat is exposed. Aroma of the sweet juices calls Dale closer. A gentle finger is placed on the thick-lipped pussy.
"Oh yesss!" she moans. Lynda spread eagles wider, offering, "Oh, please do as you wish."
The curvy legs shift higher on the chair arms. The moist lips were even more visible. He stares open eyed at the wet pussy.
The clit was already enlarged by blood. It juts out of the hood, looking like a small penis. Dale teases the tender flesh with two fingers. She squirms with delight.
"My God," he blurts, "you clit is big!"
Excited fingers open the lips further. Dale looks deep into his sister's cunt. The color goes from a soft pink to a dark red. It was just so tasty looking.
He licks lips with anticipation. Slowly, the hot bloodied brother, moves to the opening. The smell is so pleasant.
"Wait," Lynda whispers in a hiss, "watch this."
She places his hands on top of the tanned, hot thighs. Then her hands replace his on the wet pussy. The engorged clit is captured between an index and middle finger. The tip of a right index finger is used to tease the sensitive flesh. The digit rotates slowly, gradually increasing speed until the finger was twirling full tilt.
"Watch me, dear brother," she whines, "Watch this whore's cunt go wet with love juices!"
The clitoral head is jerked furiously. Holding it securely between the restrictive digits, the love button protruded further outward. It forms a defined little cap.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" She euphorically yells, "I'm showin' off to my hot brother!"
A firm ass bounces and twitches all over the chair's seat. A blond head flops from shoulder to shoulder. A long, golden mane waves wildly as the climax captures the sexual hazed sister's body.
"Yes! Yesss! Yessssssss!" she audaciously screams in pleasure.
She abruptly goes limp. After a few seconds a set of pale blues eyes looks at her brother lovingly. She smiles and blows a kiss.
"That has to be one of the most beautiful things I've ever witnessed," Dale whispers, "Where the hell did'ya learn that??"
"One of the dancers I worked with." Lynda pants, "She said it would get me more tips. She said it should be a show for special men!" The hot sister smiles down saying, "You, my brother, are a very special man."
Lynda's wet and juicy cunt was inches from Dale's mouth. There was no need to wait any longer to taste the love nectar. A pair of strong thumbs opens the pussy lips lovingly. Dale licks and sucks on the opening. His tongue and teeth plays with the already sensitive clit. The brother nibbles and washes the forbidden pussy.
It was time to make her cum. He wishes to give her the best cunt loving she had ever had. Dale wants to leave this hot vixen exhausted before the afternoon is over.
"Let me help," Lynda offers moving her hands to the pussy. A pair of well-manicured fingers spreads the lips open. He had clear access to the deepest aspects of the hot cunt.
Dale places a warm tongue on the quivering cunt lips. The pulsating damp skin is lick and swirl as deep as possible. A set of firm hips gyrate with the movements.
"Damn!" she groans, "How'd I never realized the best tongue around was my brother's!" Lynda looks down promising, "Your cock gonna love its sister's cunt. I'm a great piece of ass!" she brags huskily, "Enough men have paid for it!" Lynda adds giggling, "You'll be gettin' the real stuff!"
Without warning a thick middle finger slips up a hot asshole. It drives deep. The pleasuring making digit quickly rotates inside the colon.
"Ahhhh!" she squeals, "You fuckin' bastard!"
"Shut the fuck up, whore!" the lust filled brother orders, "You're lovin' that ass being fingered!"
"Ohhhh!" Lynda groans louder, "Ohmygod! My brother's finger-fuckin' me!"
She was already to cum by the darting tongue. A very wet pussy was flowing. The probing finger up the tight ass only adds to the sensation of a rising climax. Lynda pushes down on the back of his neck.
"I'm cumming!" she screams, "I'm givin' up a piece o' ass to my lovin' brother!" the lust filled sibling wails, "Eeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiyyyyyyyeeee!"
The stripper's body vibrates in a series of pulsating moves. She then tonics and flexes uncontrollably. Finally Lynda goes limp. With eyes closed she lays motionless in the chair.
No, bitch," Dale growls, roughly jerking her, "We're just beginnin',"
Lynda allows herself to be pulled off the chair. As soon as the sex driven sister was on the floor legs open wide and high. A taboo, erect prick is noticed. A quick hand grabs and jerks it frantically.
"Stick it in me!" Lynda orders in a voice hoarse with excitement. "Shove it up your sister's cunt an' fuck her brains out!" She shrieks hotly, "Give me the fantasy I've always wanted!"
Dale was ready. A hard cock plunges into his sister's wet cunt. Curvy legs immediately wrap around his back.
"It's time for the fuck," Lynda pants, "It's time for you to give ya sister a good lovin' fuck!"
"Jesus, Sis," Dale amazes while his hard cock slides into the receptive love tunnel, "you're cunt's a perfect fit! You're so warm an' tight."
Dale pumped with deep and easy strokes. The sibling's pussy muscles snugly fit around the stiff shaft. With each thrust the cunt holds tightly. He isn't too sure if he could hold out much longer without cumming.
"Of course I'm a perfect fit," she kisses and nibbles at his neck reminding, "We come from the same womb. We've got the same blood coursin' thorough our veins!" Lynda humps back on the stiff cock as it withdrawals, "We've got the same passions!" Her voice rise with the sensations, "The Same lust!" The tanned legs tighten around his back. "Fuck me as long as you wish, dear Brother! Fuck me raw, please!" Lynda shouts hotly, "I'm the sluttish lil' bitch you'll ever fuck!"
"Move your knees so I can suck your tits," Dale orders huskily. "I love to suck big tits!"
"Yes, oh, yes!" Lynda moans moving knees to his sides. "Suck the damn things off!" Now ranting in a sexual bliss, she professes, "I don't care if this is incest! I'm fuckin' hot! A hot fuckin' bitch who loves her brother's dick!"
The words bring down the societal walls. Taboo lust comes flooding out. His body shakes with erotic desire. His entire soul burns with sexual fervor.
"Ohhhh, sweet lord!" the passion crazed sister screams feeling a warm mouth encase an erect pink nipple, "That's the best tongue in the world!"
Dale shoves forward. Pushing a very hard cock into an expanded sheath. The titillating twat is pounded to the bottom.
"Ohhhhh, Gawd!" Lynda hisses, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
"You're a great fuck, Sis," Dale states hoarsely, "A fabulous pussy!"
"I'm all pussy, Bro!" Her hips arches back for the forbidden cock to go deeper. "Fuck it hard! I love your cock! I love the idea my brother is fuckin' me!" The firm athletic legs again drape high behind his back. "Make me cum 'til I'm dry!!"
"I'm gonna make you cum until you're no longer a good fuck!" Dale growls. "Then I can just toss you, my dear sister, away lik'a old used pussy."
"I'm only a whore for your use!" she shrieks out of crazed sexual lust.
Dale was too close to hold back. Lynda was ready to cum as well. The taboo lovers pick up the pace. The sister's legs open again allowing the brother to drive deeper.
"Yes! Now!" Lynda announces aimlessly, "I'm ready to cum! Fuck me! Fuck your little sister!" she screams into the room.
"Yes I am ready too, Sis!" Dale quickens the strokes. "I'm ready to cum!"
"Do it!" Lynda commands in a pant.
"Yessssssssss!" I'm cummmmmmmin'!" a clinched mouth Dale groans.
"Yesssss! I'm cummin' tooo!" Lynda blindly shouts.
The taboo lovers twist and hump as a vibrating cock explodes into the pulsating cunt. Her juices come flooding back to meet the rushing sperm. Brother and sister reach a climaxic peak together.
The sweat covered pair collapse onto the carpeted floor. They kiss and peck lovingly. They smile at the other. Both were glowing from the sexual aftermath.
"You don't know how many times I've wanted that feeling." She hugs him passionately. "I'm so happy I could give up a piece of ass to you." Lynda kisses his neck stating, "I'm a good whore but with you I'm a special whore." They then kiss deeply. On breaking she announces, "I'm my brother's whore for now an' forever!"
Dale hadn't yet removed a still hard cock. Lynda was still wrap around tightly. They again kiss deeply and begin to gyrate pelvises together.
"What about Bettie?" she asks honestly, "We can't fuck like this when she's around."
A smiling Dale states, "Sis, you'll find out that you are not the only woman in this family to enjoy eatin' pussy."
"Now what makes ya think I would eat her cunt?" she asks coyly.
"Because any woman," he concludes speeding up the pumping of the wet cunt, "who would suck her brother's cock would eat her sister-in-law's pussy!"
"You mean Bettie's bi curious?" Lynda hopefully asks opening muscular legs.
"Yep!" Dale confirms continue to fuck, "She's told me she would loved to eat a cunt after I cum in it."
"Yes," the hot blond agrees lustfully, "A fresh hot cum filled pussy pie is the sweetest taste of all!"
They then kiss again. The new lovers fucked for another hour. Then it was time to clean up before Bettie walks in.
The sexual activities continue on as they shower. The sister sucks the brother off while in the stall. Her cunt is tongued one more time.
There was no desire to dress but the idea of surprising Bettie this night with a threesome was going to be fun. Besides Dale knows of his wife's desire to fuck her sister-in-law for years. It would be fantasy-filled time before this day was over.
Without warning a thick middle finger slips up a hot asshole. It drives deep. The pleasuring making digit quickly rotates inside the colon.
"Ahhhh!" she squeals, "You fuckin' bastard!"
"Shut the fuck up, whore!" the lust filled brother orders, "You're lovin' that ass being fingered!"
"Ohhhh!" Lynda groans louder, "Ohmygod! My brother's finger-fuckin' me!"
She was already to cum by the darting tongue. A very wet pussy was flowing. The probing finger up the tight ass only adds to the sensation of a rising climax. Lynda pushes down on the back of his neck.
"I'm cumming!" she screams, "I'm givin' up a piece o' ass to my lovin' brother!" the lust filled sibling wails, "Eeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiyyyyyyyeeee!"
The stripper's body vibrates in a series of pulsating moves. She then tonics and flexes uncontrollably. Finally Lynda goes limp. With eyes closed she lays motionless in the chair.
No, bitch," Dale growls, roughly jerking her, "We're just beginnin',"
Lynda allows herself to be pulled off the chair. As soon as the sex driven sister was on the floor legs open wide and high. A taboo, erect prick is noticed. A quick hand grabs and jerks it frantically.
"Stick it in me!" Lynda orders in a voice hoarse with excitement. "Shove it up your sister's cunt an' fuck her brains out!" She shrieks hotly, "Give me the fantasy I've always wanted!"
Dale was ready. A hard cock plunges into his sister's wet cunt. Curvy legs immediately wrap around his back.
"It's time for the fuck," Lynda pants, "It's time for you to give ya sister a good lovin' fuck!"
"Jesus, Sis," Dale amazes while his hard cock slides into the receptive love tunnel, "you're cunt's a perfect fit! You're so warm an' tight."
Dale pumped with deep and easy strokes. The sibling's pussy muscles snugly fit around the stiff shaft. With each thrust the cunt holds tightly. He isn't too sure if he could hold out much longer without cumming.
"Of course I'm a perfect fit," she kisses and nibbles at his neck reminding, "We come from the same womb. We've got the same blood coursin' thorough our veins!" Lynda humps back on the stiff cock as it withdrawals, "We've got the same passions!" Her voice rise with the sensations, "The Same lust!" The tanned legs tighten around his back. "Fuck me as long as you wish, dear Brother! Fuck me raw, please!" Lynda shouts hotly, "I'm the sluttish lil' bitch you'll ever fuck!"
"Move your knees so I can suck your tits," Dale orders huskily. "I love to suck big tits!"
"Yes, oh, yes!" Lynda moans moving knees to his sides. "Suck the damn things off!" Now ranting in a sexual bliss, she professes, "I don't care if this is incest! I'm fuckin' hot! A hot fuckin' bitch who loves her brother's dick!"
The words bring down the societal walls. Taboo lust comes flooding out. His body shakes with erotic desire. His entire soul burns with sexual fervor.
"Ohhhh, sweet lord!" the passion crazed sister screams feeling a warm mouth encase an erect pink nipple, "That's the best tongue in the world!"
Dale shoves forward. Pushing a very hard cock into an expanded sheath. The titillating twat is pounded to the bottom.
"Ohhhhh, Gawd!" Lynda hisses, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"
"You're a great fuck, Sis," Dale states hoarsely, "A fabulous pussy!"
"I'm all pussy, Bro!" Her hips arches back for the forbidden cock to go deeper. "Fuck it hard! I love your cock! I love the idea my brother is fuckin' me!" The firm athletic legs again drape high behind his back. "Make me cum 'til I'm dry!!"
"I'm gonna make you cum until you're no longer a good fuck!" Dale growls. "Then I can just toss you, my dear sister, away lik'a old used pussy."
"I'm only a whore for your use!" she shrieks out of crazed sexual lust.
Dale was too close to hold back. Lynda was ready to cum as well. The taboo lovers pick up the pace. The sister's legs open again allowing the brother to drive deeper.
"Yes! Now!" Lynda announces aimlessly, "I'm ready to cum! Fuck me! Fuck your little sister!" she screams into the room.
"Yes I am ready too, Sis!" Dale quickens the strokes. "I'm ready to cum!"
"Do it!" Lynda commands in a pant.
"Yessssssssss!" I'm cummmmmmmin'!" a clinched mouth Dale groans.
"Yesssss! I'm cummin' tooo!" Lynda blindly shouts.
The taboo lovers twist and hump as a vibrating cock explodes into the pulsating cunt. Her juices come flooding back to meet the rushing sperm. Brother and sister reach a climaxic peak together.
The sweat covered pair collapse onto the carpeted floor. They kiss and peck lovingly. They smile at the other. Both were glowing from the sexual aftermath.
"You don't know how many times I've wanted that feeling." She hugs him passionately. "I'm so happy I could give up a piece of ass to you." Lynda kisses his neck stating, "I'm a good whore but with you I'm a special whore." They then kiss deeply. On breaking she announces, "I'm my brother's whore for now an' forever!"
Dale hadn't yet removed a still hard cock. Lynda was still wrap around tightly. They again kiss deeply and begin to gyrate pelvises together.
"What about Bettie?" she asks honestly, "We can't fuck like this when she's around."
A smiling Dale states, "Sis, you'll find out that you are not the only woman in this family to enjoy eatin' pussy."
"Now what makes ya think I would eat her cunt?" she asks coyly.
"Because any woman," he concludes speeding up the pumping of the wet cunt, "who would suck her brother's cock would eat her sister-in-law's pussy!"
"You mean Bettie's bi curious?" Lynda hopefully asks opening muscular legs.
"Yep!" Dale confirms continue to fuck, "She's told me she would loved to eat a cunt after I cum in it."
"Yes," the hot blond agrees lustfully, "A fresh hot cum filled pussy pie is the sweetest taste of all!"
They then kiss again. The new lovers fucked for another hour. Then it was time to clean up before Bettie walks in.
The sexual activities continue on as they shower. The sister sucks the brother off while in the stall. Her cunt is tongued one more time.
There was no desire to dress but the idea of surprising Bettie this night with a threesome was going to be fun. Besides Dale knows of his wife's desire to fuck her sister-in-law for years. It would be fantasy-filled time before this day was over.

Me and My Girls Ch. 01

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Part 1: Early Fumblings!
Other than the, what I'm told, are quite usual schoolgirl crushes on teachers and older girls at school I had absolutely no conscious sexual feelings towards other females until late into my teens. Obviously I was aware of lesbianism and had heard vague comments about bi-sexuality but they didn't occupy my mind or the conversations of the friends I had at that time. Boys and "doing it" were far more interesting.
It may not seem it now but I was a well brought up girl stuffed full of "proper" values and conditioned to behave well and proper. I was not terribly promiscuous during my teens and I whizzed through them with nothing more than the loss of my cherry and a few male partners before moving into my more turbulent twenties when I met Kevin and, as they say, the rest is history. On the way to making that history there were, though, some women.
But I leap ahead of myself.
I was at college when I first came into contact with women who preferred women and that was both lecturers and some of the other girls. Again, though, I felt no attraction to them and no real interest for, among other things, they were all so ugly and very manly. The cropped hair and dungarees look has never appealed to me and I find nothing whatsoever attractive in unshaved armpits!
I was in with a fairly large group of both sexes and although there was some sex going on between a few of them it was far less than I had imagined and what I guess is prevalent nowadays. I became quite close friends with three other girls, Anne, Susie and Clara and we became a sort of team working together very often and spending much of our spare time in each others company. I'll skip over much of the detail and background, otherwise this will never get finished, and I'll cut to the chase.
It was near to end of term and we had finished the exams and were sort of binging out a bit as the rest of our group gradually drifted off home for the holidays. The four of us had stayed on longer to attend a party and we'd been drinking far too much for several nights in a row. We were in Clara's flat, she was rich, lying around watching TV and drinking wine when Susie, the most flamboyant of us came out with.
"God I feel so fucking horny I could fuck anyone right now."
That was how she talked most of the time and we paid little attention to her swearing.
Surprisingly for her, Anne also chimed in that she felt the same way and felt that she was missing out on life being at uni for her friends at home who had got jobs seemed to be having so much more fun thn we were.
We were now all a little drunk and a couple of them started dancing to the music that was always playing and someone said something about not needing men meaning, of course, for dancing but we all joined in slagging off the other sex. We all started dancing and we were having a good time just as we had so many times before but this time something changed. What it was I have no idea but somehow when the fast music changed to a slower number we were dancing as two couples and then the four of us joined together our arms around each others shoulders. We moved around in a circle now and then all shuffling towards the middle so that our bodies touched. Still I had no sexual thoughts or any hint of arousal but, as I learned later, Clara and Susie did.
And it was Susie who then suggested that we should play strippers.
Her ideawhich I guess was cunning really, was that we should each in turn do a striptease to the music. Daft and slightly unbelievable I know but then we all were only 19 and 20.
Clara started and we sat around clapping as she slipped her tee shirt off and wiggled out of her jeans. Susie, a big girl, went next and she was also quickly down to her bra and pants then I did my bit and then Anne. So there we were four quite attractive girls sitting in a flat in our underwear. We drank some more and we smoked some weed, as we called it then, so that we were all now quite high so that when Susie said.
"Seems daft to stop here girls, after all strippers don't do they?"
One of us asked how far she thought we should go and she got up and, to a heavy beat number. Slithered out of her bra and wiggled her knickers seductively and slowly, just like a stripper, down her legs. Beaming at us she said.
"How about this for starters?"
It was only a bit of fun. Nothing more, I thought, and soon all of us had done our thing and were naked. Clara was standing up with the rest of us sitting when she began dancing again, well more like gyrating on the spot, and said.
"This is what real strippers do."
Her hands started gliding up and down her body and she cupped her breasts and began playing with them as she accompanied that with some low moans from her mouth.
"God C don't forget how horny I am," Susie chimed in.
Clara replied. "So what the hell do you think I am?"
Susie stood up and also began dancing and touching herself and Anne joined her so I did as well. We gravitated into a circle again each of us cupping our breasts until Susie said.
"This is too much, my body is going fucking crazy."
Then somehow she and Clara were in each others arms and they kissed.
It hit me then. It aroused me. And thus when the others pulled me up I didn't resist. The four of us all kissed. We all kissed each other. Not really that deeply at first and there was little roaming of hands, well initially. We eventually all got onto the double bed and I found myself in Susie's arms kissing her. She touched my breasts saying.
"You don't mind do you Mand?"
To be truthful I didn't mind at all.
Anyway it went on like that for some before we all fell asleep from too much drink and dope.
So that was my first experience. Nothing very deep and nothing that intimate, just girls messing around. Or so I thought!
We went off on the summer vacation holiday and nothing was said about it the next morning or when we came back. But it happened again a few days after we started back and this time there was a lot more caressing and breast touching. It became a roughly weekly habit for a month or so. The first few times we accompanied it with loads of booze and smoking and made excuses, or reasons I guess, for deciding to strip off but each time we ended up kissing and touching each other. Still not that deep or heavy and not an orgasm in sight.
Anne suddenly decided that she no longer wanted to be at university and she left leaving Susie, Clara and me. They were both a year older than me and far more experienced sexually. They also had much more outgoing personalities and so I sort of followed their lead. After Anne left we stopped doing it for a while not by saying anything but just by it sort of fizzling out.
Susie and I were invited to a wedding in Scotland. It was a posh do and we both bought nice dresses. We were staying in a small flat owned by the groom's family and we'd decided to have a short holiday before the wedding. We got to know a few of the groom's friends and became quite friendly with two of them not, I hasten to add to the extent of having sex with them. Well not quite!
It was a really lovely wedding and after the reception finished, oddly around eight pm, we had a drink in the bar with the two guys we'd befriended and then they took us to the flat. We asked them in and of course we started kissing and all that. There was more drink and I was lying on the settee with my one and Susie was sitting on the lap of the other. The lights were very dim so we didn't know what the others were doing and it was quite erotic.
Ian, the guy I was with, was now fairly drunk and was quite noticeably slurring his words but nevertheless was still doing a good job of kissing and caressing me. Suddenly though there was a bit of a commotion and Susie's guy went to the toilet. The sounds told their own story. He was being sick. I carried on with Ian for a while as Susie tended to her bloke. My dress was undone to beneath my boobs and he had pushed my skirt up so that it was bunched around my waist.
Then Susie came in and said that her guy was going and Ian, the sod, said that he would make sure he got home ok. And then they were gone.
I sat there extremely frustrated my dress still undone as Susie returned to the room. Her's was also unzipped at the back and she was holding it together. I saw that her bra was on the floor.
We looked at each other and she said.
"Bastards aren't they men. Just when you need them this happens." She went to get her bra letting go of the dress as she did. It fell away from her revealing the large breasts I'd seen so many times. She sat beside me. "Were things going well Mand, with Ian?" she asked rather pointedly looking at my unbuttoned dress.
"What do you think?" I replied going to start doing the buttons up.
Very huskily as she put her hand on mine she replied.
"I think that you should leave those. buttons undone Mand. We both have some unfinished business don't we?"
I was then scared. Of course all the other times we'd touched and kissed flooded into my mind but that had been different. This seemed very grown up, big girls stuff and I wasn't sure that I was ready for it. But I couldn't resist her. I was aroused from what Ian and I had been doing and now what Susie was saying and proposing. Time seemed to stand still for a while as I did nothing and she sat there her breasts naked so close to me, her hand holding my wrist. Then slowly, gently she started pulling my hand as she whispered,
"Colin was just doing this when he got sick," as she pressed my hand against her breast, "they're not that bad are they Mand?" she added with small laugh in her voice
My heart was now really pounding, I was hellishly nervous. The lack of the other girls changed this from messing around to a total act of lesbianism my juvenile mind reconciled. She repeated the question as she pressed my hand more firmly against the soft boob.
"They're not are they Mandy, you like my breasts even if they made Colin sick don't you?" she went on laughing a little.
This was an overt, very obvious and totally clear seduction I realized. An invitation to join her in sex. Not the fumblings of the four of us where the sheer numbers afforded a degree of isolation from the enormity of the act and the, dubious maybe, justification to each of us that we were just having fun. No, I felt then with just Susie and me that I was being asked to go to the next stage. To take a step I had never thought I would take, to move into an area of sexuality that I had not imagined would ever be for me.
Confused and concerned I sat there for what, looking back, seemed like ages as she moved my fingers on her breast. As she did this the above thoughts were conditioning my brain but, I suddenly acknowledged with a huge jolt, that the feelings in my fingers from the soft flesh were conditioning my body.
I looked at her and, like you see in the movies, her face started moving so slowly towards mine. This was it, I knew. Open my lips or move mine towards her and she would kiss me and I would be gone, I knew that. Move my head and we could shrug this off as just a drunken mistake and no face would be lost. I took the coward's way I suppose and did nothing putting the ball firmly back in her court.
Then, of course, she did kiss me. And kiss me and kiss me and kiss me. She licked all over my face and planted little kisses everywhere. As she did that her hands caressed my breasts easing each in turn out from the bra. I was gone. I was hers. Hers to take to that next step. But not really against my will. I was not an unwilling companion on that. I wanted it and the more she kissed and stroked me so the greater that want became.
We went to the bedroom removing our dresses as we got there and laid on the bed, me in bra and panties, Susie in just her knickers. We cuddled and continued kissing and caressing each other. The more it went on the greater was my involvement and the easier I found it to touch her. I recognized this and that the sheer sexual power of my feelings outweighed, by far, any other considerations. I gave in completely to my feelings putting any considerations other than sexual pleasure completely out of my mind. I entered a new compartment in my life.
My bra came off, of course, and we both rubbed, and then later, kissed the others breasts with me participating to at least an equal level as her. Hands between each others legs we managed a mutual climax. It was the most powerful one I'd ever had and I was amazed.
We talked for a while Susie telling me that even before the episodes with the girls at college she'd had feelings for females and had messed around a few times. Naturally this chat moved onto my feelings that I had extreme difficulty putting into words but she helped. I was very naïve, well certainly compared to now, and had little idea of the broader aspects of sex and sexuality. I, naturally, I suppose associated sex with a girl as being lesbian and this worried me but she, to an extent, put my mind at rest by sort of summing it all up by saying, "don't get it wrong Mand., I love a cock as much as the next woman, it's just that I like tits and pussies as well."
Those words not only, to some level, explained the situation to me but also brought the mood back to sex.
We took our panties off and made love again. Once more it was only with our hands between the others legs although of course we fed our mouths greedily on the other's tits. How many times we made love I can't recall but it didn't include either of us going down, or even trying to on the other.
Nothing more happened that night. I suppose neither of us were really experienced enough with men to have fully explored oral sex with them and possibly, therefore, that was a bridge that was a little too far for us to approach, let alone cross, at that stage of our sexual educations.

A Son Forced - The College Years

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Jason stood on the stage as he spoke at an event during Romanticon. An event for romantic authors like him to mingle and answer questions from fans and launch a new book, like he was doing at that moment. A year and a half had passed since he had graduated high school. His college life was pretty much like his high school life; one where people thought little of him. Blowing him off because he didn't fit into any one group. Yet when Mary, his mother, his aunt, and his sister picked him up at the start of winter break and how they greeted him, Jason did turn many heads. Glancing out of the corner of his eye as Margret and Mary stood off in the wings their eyes gazing lovingly at him as he answered question after question. Which wasn't strange since this was the very first event he, as Kevin Sol, ever did. Therefore, when he learned the hour long show he was asked to do for the first three days of the event were sold out he wasn't surprised. However, he just wasn't prepared for the looks in the women's eyes as he stood under the hot lights. His mother and aunt had to stay back at home (something they weren't pleased with given what happened in New York), while he was in Cincinnati, he had left four days earlier as Jacklyn had told him to so he could go over the setup before the doors opened. However, with this being the last day he had to be on stage he was eager to be back home.
"Thank you everyone," Jason said, waving to the crowd seeing the abundant phones out recording him. He hoped the videos didn't show up on YouTube; he so didn't need college guys heckling him about his job. Then again, what did he care if they did, he was already a millionaire and his wealth had continued to grow, netting him roughly forty million dollars to date. All thanks to his savvy grandmother. "I hope you all enjoy the rest of the week!" Jason waved at the crowd as he walked to stage right where Margret and Mary waited.
"Jason," Margret sighed happily her hazel eyes lustered as her arms wrapped around him. Kissing her master lovingly as he pulled her close.
"Jason, I want to be held too master," Mary said, the last word low so only Jason would hear as her green eyes glanced up at him. Giggling as he held his arm out to her. Moaning into his mouth as Jason cupped her ass and hissing when he gave her sore cheeks a light spank. "Not too hard Jason, they haven't recovered from last night," she said referring to the paddling Jason had given her.
"Well, don't spend ten grand on things without asking," Jason whispered into her ear.
"But... I thought you might like them," Mary said, bashfully, as she looked down.
"I do, just not ten grand worth of lingerie," Jason said sternly.
"It wasn't just for me you know," Mary pouted. "You're mom and aunt have been down lately since the babies were born and thought you didn't like the way they looked now. So I thought what better way to show them they are still sexy than to have you drooling all over them."
Jason resisted rolling his eyes. His mother and aunt were as beautiful now as they were a year ago. They had worked out almost every day to keep their baby weight down, and after his son's and daughter's birth what weight gain they had was very minimal and quickly gone within two months of his children's births.
"Don't be too..." Margret's lips quickly sealed as Jason glanced at her.
"Next time ask me before spending that kind of money," Jason said, with the undertones of authority.
"Yes Master," Mary nodded.
"You better have gotten the very best for that kind of money," Jason said, as the event announcer introduced the next speaker.
"Of course Master, only the best for you and us," Mary said, with a broad smile.
"And you," his amber eyes cutting into his sister, "don't you ever break my pin number again," Jason said, spanking his sister's ass hard. Watching how her eyes fluttered as his hand struck her tight, firm ass.
"Yes Master, forgive me brother," Margret said, feeling her peach growing moist.
"Come I'm tired, and those lights felt like they were baking my skin," Jason said, his hands running down their backs before coming to rest on their asses.
Jason was sitting in the robe the hotel had supplied as Margret and Mary showered together. Trying not to grow hard as he listened to the moans that were coming from the bathroom. Opening up his laptop as he sat in the floral wing back chair in front of the desk. Double clicking on his Skype app; ever since they had been in the city he called home at least four to five times a day to check on his mother and aunt and to see how his children were doing. Leaning back as he listened to the ringing sound as he waited for his mother to pick up.
"Baby!" Mara said happily, as her phone shook as she sat it down in its holder.
"Hey Mom." Jason waved as he smile.
"Master, you mother misses you so much, when are you coming home?" Mara asked, her raven hair bounced as she pouted into her phone. "Your sub's pussy is so lonely without her sweet son's cock filling it."
"Tomorrow, just finished the last day here. Show me how much you miss me," Jason said, with a mischievous smirk.
"Is this what you want to see Master, me playing with my tits for my son?" Mara asked, with a coy smile as she lifted her breasts to fill the screen, giving them a little shake for her son's enjoyment.
"Nah-uh."
"No?!" Mara asked, perplexed, as she arched an eyebrow. "Whatever could my sweet Master want, I wonder," she said, trying not to smile.
"I want to see that ass," Jason said matter-of-factly.
"Is that so..."
"Jason, who are you talking to?" Margret asked, as she and Mary walked out of the bathroom in nothing but the collars they wore whenever they served their master. "Mama!" she cried out, as the chain connected to her collar swayed between her breasts as she saw Mara on the screen. Quickly dropping to her knees, along with Mary, as Jason's eyes glanced over at them. "Forgive me Master, I didn't mean to interrupt," Margret said, holding out her chain for him. Her heart fluttered as Jason's hand caressed her left cheek before taking hold of her leash.
"Hello Mistress," Mary said, waving at Mara as she too offered her chain to Jason. To show him that she trusted him wholeheartedly not to hurt her.
"Hello Mary, I hope you're enjoying Cincinnati," Mara said, smiling at the girl she had broken over a year and a half ago. Blowing her daughter a kiss. She couldn't be more pleased with her son as he had stepped into his role as Master of their family very well over the past year.
"Mmmhmm," Mary nodded as her hand ran down Jason's arm.
"Now that ass," Jason said sternly. He knew how his mother loved it when he would become forceful with her.
"Mmm," Mara purred, sucking on her lip. Her hunger burning in her hazel eyes as she gazed at her true master.
"Mara! Where are you?!" Scarlet called out as she walked through his home.
"In our master's office!" Mara called back to her sister.
"What are you doing in here?" Scarlet asked standing in the doorway. She had checked on her son and niece soon after the wet-nurses they hired had put them down for the night.
"Talking to our master, what else?" Mara said smiling to her sister as she quickly hurried over to the desk. "How's Ash and Iris?" she asked, as her sister's black hair settled against her chest.
"Sound asleep," Scarlet said, her blue eyes sparkling as she looked down at her stomach remembering the months she carried Ash.
"Good. The wet-nurses aren't giving you any trouble I hope?" Jason asked, chuckling as Scarlet pushed his mother out of the way.
"Baby! You're wife/aunt misses you so much! Your sub has been so hungry since you've been gone," Scarlet said, her face filling the screen.
"No, they haven't Jason," Mara said, hip checking her sister out of the way. Her hands went to the button of her jeans, watching her son's eyes as her fingers slowly lowered her zipper. Licking her upper lip as her red lace panties peeked out as her son's eyes centered on her dancefloor. Slowly turning around so her son could see how well she had maintained her ass during her pregnancy. Her hips rocked as she slowly pushed her jeans from her hips. Her left hand rested on the armrest of her son's desk chair as she bent over. "Is this the ass you wanted to see baby?" Mara asked, as her right hand ran over her backside.
"Mmmhmm," Jason nodded as his sister and Mary moved to either side of his legs.
"Look at this ass Master, isn't it so fuckable?" Scarlet asked, spanking her sister's ass causing Mara to release a light moan. Grabbing hold of Mara's ass cheeks giving them a little shake for Jason's pleasure. Peering down Scarlet noticed a small wet spot that was forming on his sister's panties. "Look at it Master!" Scarlet said taking Mara's phone from the stand moving it a few inches away from her sister's mound. "Look how wet she's getting," she said, pulling aside Mara's panties to show her nephew his mother's moist labia.
"Mmm," Jason said, glancing down as Margret and Mary pulled at the belt of his robe, "are you hungry for your master's cock?" he asked, as he gazed down at them.
"Mmmhmm," Margret nodded as her hand slipped beneath his robe, traveling up his thigh; her eyes flickered back up as Jason gave a little tug on her collar.
"Did I say you could?"
"Please Master," Mary said, batting her eyelashes at him.
"Oh, do my little pets want their master's cock?"
"Yes!" Came a chorus of all four voices.
"Please Jason, let me see it," Scarlet purred as she set her sister's phone back down onto its stand.
"First, give that naughty little peach a spanking for getting all wet," Jason commanded.
"Oh Master!" Mara cried out as she felt her sister's hand spanking her mound. "Yes Master, punish me for being so naughty for you," she moaned as her right hand held her right ass check open so her son could see how her canal quivered as she waited for his command.
"Scarlet?"
"Yes my love?" Scarlet said, feeling how her mound was throbbing. It was always as such when Jason spoke so authoritatively.
"Fetch the strap-on, since I can't properly punish that hot little pussy of my mother's," Jason said, with a sly smirk.
"Oh Jason, please be gentle," Mara said, peering over her shoulder.
"That depends on how hard your sister wants to fuck you," Jason said, with a devilish smile.
"Master, when you get home tomorrow will you properly punish your mother for being so horny for her son?" Mara asked, turning around not bothering to pull her pants up as she watched as Mary and Margret shared her son's cock.
"Oh, I plan on it Mara," Jason said, watching her cheek twitch. He knew how his mother hated it when he called her by her first name. "So much enjoyment, dance for me," he said to himself as he leaned back, succumbing to the pleasure of his sister's and girlfriend's mouths.
"Okay I'm back!" his cock roared into the back of his mind. Startling Jason, he thought his mental conversations with his cock had ended long ago. "Bah, like I would leave you alone. What would you do without me around, hmm?" his cock murmured as it flexed in Mary's mouth. "Damn boss, you do have some fine bitches servicing me. I just thought it best to see what you did over the year, and I wasn't disappointed. I swear I thought I was going to break off that one time."
"Be silent you," Jason growled at his appendage.
"Fine. Fine. Tell your sister to suck on my top, you ass." Jason just rolled his eyes at his rod. First thing he was going to do when he got back was see someone about his babbling cock. "No you won't, you enjoy our talks. So suck it up buttercup!"
"Jason," Mara said, drawing him out of his weird conversation with his appendage. "Have we not been together this whole time, can't you call me Mom?" she asked, looking bashfully into her phone. Trying not to focus on how her daughter was swallowing his cock. A tool that should be within her mouth at that moment and not staring at it through her phone.
"Oh? Are you telling me what to do my little sub?" Jason asked, with an amused smirk.
"No of course not Master, but your mother does want to hear the word every now and again," Mara said, looking down feeling her cheeks heat.
"Yes Mom," Jason said, fighting back his chuckle as his mother's hazel eyes glanced up at him.
"You ready sis?" Scarlet asked as she walked naked into the room, the rubber dildo bouncing with each step she took.
"Master," Margret said, looking up at her brother. "Will you fuck us while Scarlet fucks Mom?"
"Oh? Does my pet want her master's cock?" Jason asked, glancing down at her.
"Mmmhmm," Margret nodded vehemently.
"Then come," holding out his hand to her, "and let's take a ride, hmm?" His hands ran down his sister's bare back as she hovered over his rod. "Take off your shirt Mom," he said, peering around Margret as she slowly sank onto his pole. "I want to see those tits swaying as Scarlet fucks you," Jason commanded with a devious smile.
"Yes Master," Mara said, her cheeks heating. Pleased that her body still brings her son, her beloved Master, pleasure.
"Scarlet squeeze my mother's breasts," Jason ordered breathing heavily as his sister's folds massaged his cock. "Mary, I think my sister's clit needs some attention," he said, patting Kelly's dancefloor.
"Yes Master!" Mary said eagerly.
"Jason!" Margret moaned as Mary's lips wrapped around her clitoris.
"Yes, does my little sub enjoy that?" Jason asked, as he sent his cock deep into his sister cunt.
"Oh god yes!" Margret said, trembling.
"Not so hard Scarlet!" Mara hissed as her sister squeezed her breasts.
"Be silent you little sub," Scarlet growled playing proxy for Jason as she smacked her sister's ass. "Did your master say you could complain?" Taking hold of the dildo, lining it up with Mara's entrance before sending it deep into her hot mound.
"Fuck! Forgive me Master, but you know how sensitive they have been since Iris was born; and I didn't want to cover your desk in my milk," Mara panted as she felt that rubber cock gliding through her folds.
"Just for that, Scarlet milk my mother and have her lick it clean," Jason ordered.
"Yes Master," Scarlet nodded.
"No, no, don't...!" Mara begged, yet she couldn't and wouldn't stop her sister as her fingers pinched her nipples, milking her as she fucked her on their master's order. Mara couldn't stop herself as she came on that rubber phallus.
"Lick it all clean for your master," Scarlet huffed as she watched her sister's cream coating the dildo.
"Master, is it my turn now?" Mary asked, as Margret came down from her orgasm.
"Mmmhmm," Jason nodded as he patted Margret's ass.
"I love you, Jason," Mary said, lightly kissing him, lining up his cock with her canal.
"Love you too," Jason said, smiling coyly as Mary's eyes rolled into the back of her head as Margret mirrored her actions from before.
"That's a good little sub," Jason cooed as his hand brushed Margret's hair.
"Look at me master," Mara said, tasting her milk as she lapped it off the wooden surface of his desk.
"Does it taste good, mother?"
"Mmmhmm," Mara moaned as she felt another orgasm approaching.
"Then suckle from the source," Jason ordered.
"Baby, is this going to become a weird fetish with you?" Mara asked, in a motherly voice.
"No back talk, do as your master commands!" Scarlet barked spanking her sister's ass again.
"Scarlet, you know how that..." Mara shuddered as she felt it, but unable to stop it.
"You nasty bitch, squirting all over your sister," Scarlet said, fucking Mara harder.
"O...h Ma...ter," Mara muttered from around her breast as she suckled on her nipple. Her breast fell from her lips as she panted on the verge of another orgasm. "Jason, son cum with your mother," she pleaded as saw the look on his face; she knew that look all too well.
Mary quickly got to her knees beside Margret as Jason stood over them. Their hungry gaze burning into his cock as his hand ran along the length of his shaft. His eyes glanced to the screen as his mother and aunt looked on. Watching how his mother's tongue instinctively darted out as his cum shot out from the tip of his cock coating Mary's and Margret's faces.
"So when does your flight land tomorrow?" Mara asked, glancing down as Scarlet poked her cheek with the head on the strap-on.
"Clean it Mara," Scarlet ordered. Giggling when her sister sighed before licking the dildo clean. "So Jason when are you coming home?" she asked, mirroring her sister's question.
"Our flight lands at nine o'clock," Jason said, hearing the faint cries of Iris.
"Okay, let me go and check on Iris, I love you baby. Get some sleep, I'll see you when you land," Mara said, blowing her son a kiss.
"Bye Mom, give Iris a kiss for me."
"Of course baby, she likes her daddy's kisses," Mara said, before ending the call.
"Mmm, I can't wait to be home!" Margret yawned as she stretched as they passed security. "To be in my own bed with you," snuggling up to Jason, "and you can rest your head between my boobs." Knowing that was how he always fell asleep when he was in high school. She always loved the feel of her brother's face between her breasts as they slept together.
"Jason, you don't mind if I go to the beach with my mom, do you?" Mary asked, looking up at him.
"Some boys you want to see?" Jason teased.
"No of course not," Mary said, slapping his chest playfully. "Our family reunion is this weekend."
"Ah, don't miss me too much," Jason said, placing a kiss on her temple.
"I'll call every day," Mary said, hugging him.
"Want me to drop you off at your mother's place on our way home?" Jason asked. He was going to miss the feel of her breasts in the morning.
"If you don't mind," Mary said, slipping her hand into his.
"Of course not," Jason said giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
"Jason!" Mara and Scarlet shouted, each waving an arm while holding Ash and Iris in their other. Mary and Margret squealed in delight as their little arms crudely waved at them. Their little hands flexing wanting to be held by them. Which Mara and Scarlet had no problem with, throwing their arms around Jason, planting long wet kisses all over his face.
"I've missed you baby," Mara whispered into his left ear.
"Not as much as I have... husband," Scarlet purred into his right ear.
"Come, come, let's get you all home," Mara said, eager to be in her son's arms after so many days apart.
Jason's eyes darted to Margret and Mary as they talked softly to Ash and Iris. He knew how much they too wanted their own kids. They had stated it very plainly to him during their second night in Cincinnati. However, it was already hectic with Ash and Iris just now learning to crawl. Another two kids would put a strain on what limited time he had with school and running around doing events like the one he'd just returned from. Although as his eyes ran down Mary's back, he had other plans to put into motion before he thought of having more kids. That's not to say he was opposed to the idea of Mary and Margret getting pregnant. He just didn't think going on a honeymoon while your wife was pregnant would end well for either of them. He already knew Mary's ring size, and he had been shopping around when he could sneak away from the house without anyone noticing. He knew the ring should be ready to pick up, Jason just hoped Mary liked the five-carat diamond ring he bought for her.