Aphrodite wakes part 3 repost
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Chuck and Brenda reveal secrets that will change their lives and their relationship forever
Lana and Ivy are at it again
Man is tricked into taking a pill that turns him into a woman
Steve gives into the angel’s temptation and enjoys the hottie he created.
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A young troubled man finds a new life with a widow and her three girls
My Uncle’s New Wife; Part3 Cousin Ashley Takes Charge
Shock would be a mild word to describe what I felt the moment I opened my eyes. Expecting it was Aunt Laura next to me in bed only to see my little cousin Ashley. She had one finger pressed against her lips while her other hand was fondling my morning wood. Don’t get me wrong, it felt good and my erection didn’t care who was handling it. Add to that my cousin Ashley was a hottie.
In many ways she was a smaller version of her mother, my Aunt Debbie. Though around half a foot shorter she had an hourglass figure like her Mom and they had very similar facial features. They both had jet black hair although Ashley’s was straighter than her Mom’s curly tresses. The biggest difference was Aunt Debbie had black eyes but Ashley’s were a deep shade of blue.
“Ash” I whispered “what do you think you’re doing?”
A smile came over her face for a moment before changing to a more thoughtful expression. Ash leaned down quickly and gave me a quick kiss on my lips before pulling her face back.
“Jim we have to talk, it’s important” she said with that serious look of hers. Meanwhile her hand continued stroking me.
“I think then you should let go of my dick because I can’t think straight while you are playing with it.”
Ashley looked down at what she was doing then. Her little hand couldn’t fit all the way around my shaft but that hadn’t hindered her in any way. She removed her hand reluctantly it seemed but she continued to stare at my erection.
“Thanks Ashley. So what’s going on?”
“Sorry it’s just so big and good looking to me. I’ve never seen one so nice.”
“At your age you shouldn’t have seen any” I told her disapprovingly.
Ashley made a face before answering. “I’m only a year younger than you but its okay for you I’m sure.”
“What do you mean?” I said defensively.
“The real reason I wanted to talk to you proves I’m right. When I said earlier that an animal had marked up your back I didn’t realize it was a cougar. I’ll just come out and say it. I know what you and Laura have been up to and I even have proof so there’s no sense in denying it Jim. Now what do you have to say?”
“How did you find out? And are you going to tell Uncle John?”
“I don’t want to tell Dad but that is also up to you and Laura. I found out when I heard something last night, or should I say this morning. I wasn’t asleep and I heard someone creeping past my door. When I opened it I caught a glimpse of Laura slipping into your room. Maybe it wasn’t anything bad but when she stayed in there for a while I became suspicious. My room and John junior’s room not only share a wall but also air conditioning ductwork. If I open my vent and his vent is open I can see into his room.”
“Well I saw Laura riding on top of you. I even took a picture with my cell phone so you see I hold all the cards. I was really mad at the two of you for doing this. It would hurt Daddy a lot to know. It’s bad enough that Laura is cheating on him but with his own nephew as well.”
I hung my head in shame. Everything Ashley had said was true. But what could I do now?
“The more I thought about it the less I blamed you Jim. You are only a teenage male and Laura is very attractive as well as being sexy. Believe you me, I have a crush on her myself.”
That confession surprised me and I looked up at Ashley.
“Yeah I’m bi, I like girls too” she admitted. “Since you’re my cousin and I’ve known you my whole life I decided to talk to you first. I waited until Daddy left to play golf and I sneaked in here. When I saw you lying in bed, handsome and naked and with that big hard-on, I couldn’t think straight. I became so flustered and I realized how Laura would be attracted to you. Now I don’t know what to think. How did this all happen Jim?”
Taking a deep breath to calm myself I told Ashley how Aunt Laura had walked in while I was jerking off triggering my massive orgasm and how since that moment we were lusting for each other until we couldn’t control ourselves. Ashley nodded her head on hearing my story.
“I can understand it better now. Let me make a confession to you Jim but you have to promise to tell no one, especially my Dad. Do you agree?”
I just nodded and said “I promise Ash.”
“Last year I had to go to the doctor for some tests. Don’t worry it turned out to be nothing but while we were waiting on the results my Mom had a talk with me. One of the things I was tested for has a genetic basis or something. My Mom was really worried at the time and she let it slip that there is a good chance that Dad may not be my biological father. You can’t ever let him know Jim, it would hurt him so much. I’m telling you for two reasons. This way you have dirt on me too, so if I get mad at you for something in the future I won’t be stupid and rat you out. And since I plan on doing “things” with you at least you know there’s a chance we aren’t blood relatives, we might be but I’m not sure.”
“Wow” I said in reply. Ashley sure had given me a lot to think about, that was for sure. After what happened with Aunt Debbie yesterday I wasn’t totally surprised about Ashley’s paternity but I still felt like I had been hit with a ton of bricks. Also I had a pretty good idea what she meant when she wanted to do things with me and my cock had started to grow again. Ashley noticed this immediately and her small hand gave it a quick stroke before she stood up.
“Take a shower first stud and then wait here, I’ll be back” she said as she headed to the door.
It wasn’t long before I was sitting on the bed squeaky clean sporting a big hard-on. When the door opened Ashley came in and she had a big smile on her face. After she saw my erection if it was possible her smile actually grew as did my cock in response to her. She had on a black, silky pair of boy shorts and a black spaghetti strap top that came down low enough to display a generous amount of her tanned and ample bosom.
“You like?” she said already knowing the answer. “Now follow me to my room, I have a surprise for you.”
“With no clothes on?” I asked.
“Did I tell you to get dressed Jim? Just come with me” Ashley ordered in her big sister voice.
Without question I followed Ashley out the door. The past week I had been complying with females’ directives leading to outstanding results for myself. No longer was I a virgin, that stigma had been lifted from my shoulders. I had fucked two older women and now my teenaged cousin was promising more of the same. With an exaggerated flourish Ashley opened the door to her bedroom, which was closed as usual, and as I walked in I beheld a sight I can never forget.
In the middle of the room was a queen sized bed with brass head and foot boards and which was covered with pink sheets and pillowcases. And tied to the foot boards with a pair of scarves was Aunt Laura. Her supple, nude body was bent at the waist over the footboard with her arms spread in a cross, each wrist secured by a scarf tied to the brass knob at the end of the foot board. Her head and upper torso hung over the mattress while her shapely, lithe ass was stuck up in the air. She looked up at me as I entered the room and I saw another scarf was tied between her red lips. When Ashley followed me in Aunt Laura cast her eyes down to the bed.
“Move it Jim, go stand beside Laura” Ashley said in her now familiar imperious manner. She closed the door and I heard the lock click. Ashley then walked over and sat on the bed so she was right next to Aunt Laura before removing the scarf from her mouth. Lifting her head up Ashley locked her lips right on her stepmothers. The two of them began to go at it and I found myself stroking my dick watching them kiss. It was evident that they both were enjoying it even though Aunt Laura was restrained. When Ashley finally broke the kiss she reached down and tweaked the older woman’s nipple making Aunt Laura jump.
“Get on the bed Jim and kneel right in front of her” she told me and I eagerly complied. “You want to suck Jim’s big dick, don’t you Laura?” she then asked her. Aunt Laura just nodded her head and licked her lips.
“Feed her your cock Jim, fuck her face” Ashley said with a glint in her blue eyes.
Aunt Laura opened her mouth wide and I slid between her wet lips into her warm mouth. Her tongue swirled along the underside driving me wild. My hand caressed her brown hair softly as I watched her cheek bulge from my head pressing against it. Meanwhile Ashley had gotten up and now stood behind Aunt Laura.
“Listen up” Ashley began “keep sucking him Laura but be careful because I’m going to spank you. Jim let me know if her teeth touch your beautiful cock and I’ll spank her extra.”
Aunt Laura managed to meet my gaze while continuing to suck on me. She had a worried look but I murmured encouragement to her.
“Ashley isn’t going to hurt you Aunt Laura.”
“How can you be so sure Jim” Ashley countered as she raised her hand above the waiting ass. Her hand seemed to come down in slow motion until it connected with flesh. From the sound it made it wasn’t a hard blow and Aunt Laura barely flinched as she continued sucking me. In fact she was working further down and my shaft was now halfway in her mouth. No one would ever accuse Ashley of being strong but it was obvious she wasn’t trying to hit Aunt Laura hard. In fact after around ten half hearted blows Ashley crouched down so that she could bury her face between her stepmother’s legs.
That actually caused Aunt Laura to move her body forward which resulted in my cock head hitting the back of her mouth. I started to move my hips back and forth pushing my dick to the limits she could handle before pulling back until just my head was between her lips. From the look of things Ashley must have had her tongue buried to its full length inside her stepmother as not only was Aunt Laura moaning around my thick shaft she was also squirming her pelvic muscles like crazy.
Ashley’s mouth broke contact with Aunt Laura’s pussy as she stood up but she made up for that by slipping a couple of fingers into her wet folds. That turned me on so much I leaned down and kissed Ashley on her pussy juice drenched lips while continuing my face fucking of Aunt Laura. After a couple of minutes of this I was getting very worked up and I didn’t know how much longer I could last. Ashley seemed to sense this and she stopped kissing me while staring intently at my eyes.
“You’re close aren’t you? Don’t cum yet, take your cock out of the cock suckers mouth” she said giggling at what she had just said.
Reluctantly I did what she said and Aunt Laura moaned with disappointment which was magnified when Ashley then removed her fingers from her pussy as well. First she undressed until her glorious body was naked as the day she was born, then Ashley picked up something from the top of her dresser and climbed on the bed again. She had a pink hair scrunchy in her hand which she proceeded to encircle the base of my cock and balls with twice, so it was nice and snug. Ashley then took my shaft in her hand and began running her tongue all around it before pushing the tip of her little tongue into the hole on top. Next she opened her mouth as wide as she could and took me in causing a moan to escape my mouth.
Ashley slid her lips up and down my shaft until I felt I had to explode but she stopped before I reached release. With a wicked grin she pulled her head away and pushed my hips forward until Aunt Laura was able to swallow me again. Then Ashley worked her body so that she was lying on her back with her head right between my legs. In a moment she brought her mouth up and took one of my balls into her mouth as Aunt Laura worked her mouth back and forth over my head and the top of my shaft.
Ratcheting up the pressure Ashley grabbed the part of my shaft not in Aunt Laura’s mouth and stroked it with her small hand. A stone statue wouldn’t have been able to withstand the assault of pleasure I was experiencing unscathed. One of my hands ran through Aunt Laura’s brown tresses as my other searched for then fondled Ashley’s round breast until my thumb and forefinger clamped on her large erect nipple. Her reaction was immediate as she gripped my shaft tighter as well as sucking harder on my nut.
That was it as I let out a loud groan. Honestly I was surprised I had lasted so long with two sexy and talented females working me over orally. But the floodgates had opened, the dam had broken, the horse had bolted the stable or any other cliché one can think of. Since Aunt Laura’s hands were tied to the bed and she had me deep in her mouth at the time I started to cum she could only attempt to swallow it as fast as she could although the amount I was shooting made that difficult. Shot after shot of protein rich cum fired toward her throat as Ashley kept pumping her hand on me prolonging my orgasm. The improvised pink cock ring she had put on me intensified my climax as well.
I shuddered as Aunt Laura greedily continued to suck on my spent member until Ashley, after first pulling her mouth from my nuts, then coaxed Aunt Laura off me so they could share a kiss. Through all that Ashley had kept her hand firmly attached to my rod. Bringing my head down I in turn kissed both the vixens passionately.
“You want to fuck us both Jim, don’t you?” Ashley asked.
“I do but first I’m going to taste your pussy” I growled at her before pushing her flat on her back and nibbling on her throat. Resisting the temptation to immediately feast on her pinkness I forced myself to slowly proceed. When I reached her full breasts I fondled them before sucking on her areola and nipple. Ashley greatly enjoyed this and arched her back trying to fit more of her breast into my mouth though it was far too large to work most in. Being fair I then took the other nipple into my mouth and sucked on it as well.
Finally I left a trail of kisses from her glorious bosom down her little tummy until reaching close to her paradise. Not surprisingly for someone who tanned frequently in small bikini thongs she waxed down there and only left a tiny triangle of downy black hair. Pushing her legs wide apart my hungry eyes feasted on her young womanhood. I put my head between her legs and ran my tongue the length of her starting above her clit and running over her juicy lips and continuing until I grazed her tiny puckered asshole. Ashley let out a little gasp as my mouth pulled away.
Reaching to the nearer end of the footboard I untied Aunt Laura’s wrist then I moved to release the other. She rubbed them more out of reflex as she hadn’t been tied tightly. I beckoned her to join us on the bed and there was no need to make a second offer as Aunt Laura climbed aboard. Without prompting she immediately latched her hungry mouth onto Ashley’s ample cleavage and sucked. My cousin had started to writhe on the bed before I again put my lips to her mouth watering pussy. Ash was in heaven as we orally serviced her firecracker body.
Her teenaged twat was sweeter and tastier than any summer treat I had ever sampled and I was determined to get my fill. I lapped at her lips and the wet pink flesh between them greedily devouring any of her fresh nectar that seeped my way. She had grabbed my hair and when one of my fingers brushed across her erect little button her thighs clamped on my head as she pulled my hair hard. Aunt Laura pinched the nipple she wasn’t sucking and Ashley spiraled into multiple orgasm territory.
We waited until her body settled somewhat to continue forward. I directed Aunt Laura to lick Ashley’s clit as I continued licking her vulva and occasionally spearing her opening with my tongue. Ashley liked that so I began probing as deep inside her tight little cunny as I could reach. Her tunnel was tight but also covered in her sweet pussy juice so I toiled valiantly in extracting it no matter how difficult or enjoyable the task was.
Not until her body began thrashing again did I realize we had delivered another orgasm to Ashley. Aunt Laura winked at me from her position inches from me as her tongue continued its clitoral assault and my hands kept Ashley’s trembling thighs from crushing my face. When her latest spasm’s subsided she weakly called out.
“Enough with eating me, I can’t take any more. I want you in me now Jim, I don’t want to wait any more. Please put your cock in me and fuck me.”
There was no way I could turn down an offer like that but I still didn’t think her tiny little puss was quite ready for me. Pulling my head away I crawled up the bed so my stiff dick was by Ashley’s dirty talking mouth.
“Suck it Ash and get it nice and wet so I can squeeze it in your little pussy.”
She seized the shaft and opened wide and took it as deep into her mouth as she could coating it with her saliva. I smacked Aunt Laura in the ass to get her attention as she hadn’t paused in her clit licking the whole time.
“Aunt Laura you better work some fingers in her to loosen her up before I try to put it in her” I suggested.
She followed my idea to the letter working a slim finger into her horny little stepdaughter while never stopping in her oral attention. Before long she had worked a second, then a third digit into Ashley and was slowly working them in and out. Meanwhile Ashley continued slobbering all over my knob prepping me for entry. When I couldn’t take it any more I climbed off the bed and dragged Ashley’s petite frame to the edge of the mattress and positioned her to my liking.
Aunt Laura repositioned herself so she and Ashley were in a sixty nine and again began to lick her enthusiastically down there making me shake my head in admiration of her dedicated pussy licking.
“Just a guess Aunt Laura, but I don’t think this is the first time you’ve eaten pussy, is it?”
She reluctantly pulled her head from her stepdaughter’s snatch and shook her head no.
“Back in college I went through my experimental lesbian phase. Until today I hadn’t thought about it in years but it’s like riding a bike.”
She would have gone right back to what she had been doing but when I lifted Ashley’s legs in the air while positioning my body between them she looked on with unfeigned interest. When the head of my cock brushed at the entrance of Ashley’s opening Aunt Laura took the shaft in her hand and guided me between her lips. Both of us groaned from the contact but Ashley’s was muffled by her face being smothered by muff.
My head pushed forward opening her lips like petals from a flower. She was extremely tight as befitting a teenager who was small to begin with. Slowly I worked myself inward stretching her tiny pussy as I went. When I was halfway in her I pulled back before thrusting forward. Her muscles clamped on me giving me a great feeling of pleasure. I took it nice and slow to start with giving Ashley’s pussy time to adjust to my intrusion.
As time went on I slipped deeper into her love canal until I was pretty far in there. For a short girl she could take a good amount of manmeat in her vagina. Aunt Laura now resumed her stimulation of Ashley’s clit and I could hear her muffled response from under her stepmom’s body. Now that she could take it I started to give it to her faster and I could feel her juices seeping around me to wind up on the bed beneath her.
Once I pulled out too far and before I could reinsert it Aunt Laura swallowed my head in her hot mouth making me almost scream with pleasure. She sucked on it for thirty seconds before putting it back at Ashley’s entrance where I drove it home making my cousin’s body jump. After that after every couple of minutes I would pull out and let Aunt Laura suck on it before she would invariably put it back in Ashley.
By now Ashley was so wet and her body was so relaxed that I could slide to the depths of her pinkness without much difficulty. Don’t get me wrong she was still a tight little teen angel but she had adapted just enough to allow a good fucking. After my cock and Aunt Laura’s tongue had brought her yet another orgasm I pushed my Aunt’s body up so that her pelvis was still firmly over Ashley’s face but her body was now in an upright position.
I brought my body parallel to Ashley’s now and began pounding her like my life depended on it. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh competed against Ashley’s louder yet still muffled moans. My ass was moving like a runaway freight train now and with a final deep thrust I exploded deep inside her. My body sank on top of hers as I filled her with my seed. Aunt Laura and Ashley both were stroking my hair and almost cooing at me.
With a groan I withdrew my dripping prick and rolled onto my back on the bed with my legs hanging off. Though Ashley remained motionless Aunt Laura wasted little time in crawling to where she could take my messy cock smeared with both mine and Ashley’s juices into her mouth. It felt so sensitive that I tried to stop her but was unsuccessful in that. She then licked it up the underside to the red, swollen head before working her way down the other side. When it was cleaned to her satisfaction she gave it one final lick before releasing it.
Aunt Laura then stood and bent over so that she could do the same thing to Ashley. Her mouth attached itself to Ashley’s swollen, sticky lips and she began to suck and lick up my jism. This turned me on so much that I dragged myself to my feet and placing a foot on either side of Aunt Laura and forced my still mostly hard dick up her cooch.
Aunt Laura spread her legs wider in response and also reached back with her hand and pulled my torso closer to hers. Through all this she continued to lick up my cum from Ashley while also pleasing her little bad kitty. Soon Aunt Laura brought Ashley to such an intense climax that she forced her stepmother away from her over sensitive pussy and rolled away from her.
This allowed me to work Aunt Laura’s body halfway onto the bed where I attempted to nail her to the mattress with my banging. She was whimpering with every thrust as I filled her to the limit each time. After recovering Ashley now sat up at the edge of the bed next to her stepmother and put her fingers between the older woman’s thighs and began to manipulate her clit driving her even crazier.
I pulled my cock out and guided Ashley’s mouth down onto it and reveled in the feeling of her warm mouth before again plunging it into Aunt Laura’s snug box. Looking at me with an evil glint in her eye my cousin continued to play with her stepmother’s pussy but she craned her neck to where she could also start to lick at her asshole. After a minute of this when it was good and wet she began to force her little finger in there.
Aunt Laura’s whole body tensed from this anal intrusion but this in no way discouraged Ashley. She allowed some of her saliva to drip from her mouth onto the puckered brown hole and worked it inside with her finger. As I continued pounding her Ashley then pushed a second finger into her.
“Relax Laura and loosen up. In a little while when you are ready for it I’m going to have Jim force his big, thick cock into your tight little ass. How do you like the sound of that?”
A low moan escaped her lips but that was her only response. The idea of plowing her back door appealed to me greatly but I wondered if she could take it there. With Ashley’s two fingers inside her it still didn’t seem nearly open enough to work my manhood there. I think Ashley felt the same because she slid her fingers out and went to her bedside table and opened a drawer. She returned with a bottle of lubricant and squirted some on Aunt Laura’s backdoor before again working two fingers in. Ashley then began to vigorously finger fuck her stepmother’s ass finally working in a third and fourth finger.
“She’s as ready as I think she’ll ever be Jim” she announced to me.
That was something that I didn’t need to be told twice. Sliding from her snug pussy I rearranged my Aunt so that she was totally on the bed on her hands and knees with her head resting on Ashley’s smooth thigh. I climbed on the bed and while staying on my feet I crouched behind Aunt Laura’s behind. Pressing my slick head to her virgin ass I pushed but her sphincter rebuffed me.
“Ashley spread her cheeks as wide as you can” I instructed my cousin.
Once she did I again attempted to enter through the backdoor. Holding my stiff prick I managed to work the tip inside causing her to gasp from my effort. With a little more pushing the head popped inside her chute.
“Are you okay Aunt Laura?” I asked with concern for her.
“She’s fine, just ram it in” Ashley answered with a gleam in her eye. I gave her a look and asked my Aunt again.
“I-I’m okay Jim. Just go slowly okay.”
I grunted my assent and continued to probe deeper with my cock. It took some time but eventually I felt my ball sac pressing up against Aunt Laura’s kitty as I had buried the full length in her. I waited for her to adjust to being filled like that.
“Ashley why don’t you play with her pussy. It might relax her some then I could fuck her ass which is what you want to see I think.”
Ashley just nodded with that strange look on her face but her fingers went into action immediately and were soon bringing Aunt Laura close to another climax. As her moans became louder I pulled my cock almost out of her and as she trembled I slammed all the way in triggering her orgasm. While her body shook I began making short, deep thrusts but I doubt that I lasted twenty seconds before I also last control.
My cum started to spew but I pulled out and jammed it deep into her pussy forcing another orgasm from her. Again I withdrew and once again slipped in her anus where I deposited the last drop of cum that oozed out. A few minutes later the three of us were stretched out on Ashley’s bed catching our breath and recovering from our sexual exertions.
“Laura do you love my Father?” Ashley suddenly asked her point blank.
Without hesitation she emphatically answered “Yes.”
“Then you can never let him find out what you’ve been up to. Don’t be stupid like the other night and do it under his nose like that.”
“I know it was because I was drinking but never again, I promise.”
“Well for a start if you ever want to be with Jim talk to me first and I’ll help talk you out of it. On the other hand if you want to eat some pussy I might be interested. And maybe on special occasions you could hook up with Jim, but only if I’m there to keep my eye on things.”
We both looked at her when she said that but she only smiled. Since I had work that afternoon I went to shower and get ready. That evening when I got out from the job I was surprised to see Ashley waiting for me. She greeted me with a deep kiss and took my hand as I started to walk.
“I have a great idea Jim. We can go to your house since no one is there and you can fuck my brains out. You just have to do me a favor first.”
“And what’s that Ash?”
“Call Stacy and tell her you can’t make that date tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“What are you stupid? Because I’m jealous and I want to be your girl. I know I’m your cousin, or maybe I’m not, I don’t care. That’s how I feel.”
After saying that she actually snuggled her head against my shoulder as we walked. Though there might be difficulties with her idea I had to admit it did appeal to me. When we got to my house I called for delivery from a Chinese restaurant for our dinner. When I called Stacy I went into another room for privacy. Though I felt bad I figured it was probably for the best especially for her. I’d been screwing all these women at the same time and it didn’t make sense to lie to Stacy or string her along.
In the long run I was really doing her a favor and I told her that, though not with all the details obviously. She seemed upset and tried to get me to change my mind but I told her she was too nice for me. In a little while the doorbell rang from the delivery and I went to answer it. After paying the man I brought the food into the kitchen and set it up. When I called Ashley she came in but she had a weird expression on her face and my cell phone in her hand.
“What the fuck is this?” she demanded angrily.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“When you went to the door your phone went off and I picked it up. You got a text” she said before practically hitting me with my phone as she threw it.
I managed to catch it and I looked down at the screen. She was right, I had received a text from her Mom. My fingers shaking, I opened the message.
[ Hey Jim, I’m home all alone and very horny baby. Why don’t you come over and give me what we both want. Hit me back and let me know. Otherwise it’s time to put batteries in the vibrator.]
While Ashley stood staring at me I couldn’t think of what to say.
The End of Part 3
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PrologueI became physically attracted to my sister Melissa when she was 15 years old and I was 18. Sis was about 5’2″, baby blue eyes, she had a nice figure with still a little baby fat as they say. Her breasts were 34 C which I knew from checking her bra in the laundry. The thing I found most attractive about her was her long chestnut brown hair which went down to her waist.
Often after she took a shower she would ask me to brush it for her if I wasn’t busy. I actually started to make sure I wasn’t doing much when I knew she was about to take a shower. I don’t think she ever purposely wore anything with the intention of exciting me. I did get to see her in a various stages of dress, long t-shirts girls like to sleep in, her swimsuits both one piece and bikinis, bra and panties, and a occasionally just a towel wrapped around her. My favorite was an old dress shirt of mine I had outgrown she seemed to like to sleep in. She never wore a bra with it and it would be unbuttoned to the point of exposing most of her breasts when she’d sit on the floor in front of me. It also gave me a nice view of her collection of thong panties.
Even though there was never any sexual contact my imagination would come up with some pretty hot fantasies of how things could get sexual between us.
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I am now 46 and Sis is 43. I’ve been divorced for 2 years now. Melissa kicked her husband out after finding him fucking his office assistant at his company’s Christmas party.
I knew from talking to her on the phone she felt it was her fault for letting herself go and getting fat and he didn’t find her attractive anymore. The last time I saw her she was overweight but far from being fat. I told her just that when we talked but convinced her it was nothing she couldn’t get rid of if she watched what she ate and started to work out. She thanked me for being honest with her said she’d try.
Over the next few months we talked on the phone and I could tell in her voice her spirit was coming back up. We never discussed her weight or appearance anymore. She had decided to fly back for Memorial Day weekend. I was really looking forward to seeing her.
A few weeks before she was due to fly in she forwarded me a copy of her airline itinerary. With a note asking if I would pick her up at the airport since her flight didn’t get in until 9:30 PM. She didn’t want to bother our folks to do it since they normally go to bed around that time. Her long time friend Amy who also sometimes picked her up had moved when her husband got a promotion and had to relocate to work in the company’s Midwest regional office. I replied back that I would be happy to pick her up.
I don’t know why but suddenly those memories of her when we were teenagers started to come back into my mind. The fantasies of being with her sexually were not far behind. I found myself in bed jerking off to those fantasies. My dreams that night were of my sister and I having sex but we were not teens anymore. We were both our current ages and she looked the same as I last saw her. After all these years I still wanted her and loved her more than a brother should love his sister.
When I went online to check my email the next morning there was an email from Sis.
“Thanks big brother I owe you big time. I’m not just talking about picking me up either. We can talk about it when I get there. Love Ya, Melissa”
I was really clueless to what she could be talking about. I was her brother she would never owe me for anything I did for her. I did want to do something else for her though. She seemed to be feeling pretty good about herself but I wanted to try something to boost her self esteem even more. What if she were to get some sexy outfits from a secret admirer?
I opened up my web browser to Victoria’s Secret web page and started checking out some of the various outfits. My memories of her wearing my old dress shirt prompted me to look in the sleepwear section first. I found a silk button up sleep shirt that looked like a man’s dress shirt. Instead of getting a plain white one like my shirt had been I picked one with blue pin stripes. Next I started looking for a pair of panties that matched it. Instead of looking at the thongs, I started to look at what they refer to as v-strings instead of g-strings. I added both to my shopping cart. Next I found a matching animal print bra and panty set. Finally I picked out a sheer black baby doll nightie with a matching v-string. I never realized they had hair care products so I picked a nicely scented shampoo and conditioner. I went ahead and purchased the items as though it was Melissa buying them for herself. I used one of those prepaid Visa cards you can buy in the store and use any name with you wanted. I created a fake Google mail account to send the order confirmation to.
Even though I knew the most I would get from this would probably be to smell her hair if she used the hair care products I didn’t care. The thought of her reaction to getting them and that somebody still found her to be sexy and desirable was enough for me.
I got to the airport and checked the arrivals. Her flight had landed about 5 minutes before I got there. The airport wasn’t too busy since she was coming in on a Thursday night to beat the holiday rush. I waited by the security checkpoint to greet her.
I almost didn’t recognize her when I saw her. She was wearing a pair of low cut jeans and a black tank top. Gone was the bulge around her waistline replaced by some nice tight abs and what looked to be a diamond shining from a belly button piercing.
She came up and gave me a big hug and kiss on the cheek. That really caught me off guard because we rarely hugged each other and actually we both always seemed to deliberately avoid it.
“Look at you!, I exclaimed. “You look great. You’re even letting your hair grow long again.” I couldn’t help but take in her beauty even if she was my sister.
Noticing my gaze she turned around a few times so I could check out the new Melissa.
“Thanks bro,” she said kissing me again. This time it was a quick peck on the lips. “I took your advice and started eating better and working out. Once I got rid of the first 170 lbs, (referring to her husband I assumed) the rest was easier than I thought. I just needed the right motivation.” Teasingly she added, “I must have done better than I thought for my big brother to be checking me out. By the way, I think you need to practice what you preach.” She playfully poked my bulging waistline.
Changing the subject before I got myself in trouble I said, “Let’s get your luggage and I’ll take you to mom and dad’s house.”
“I have a better idea,” she replied. “Since they probably are already asleep why don’t we go to Coaches so I can see the old gang there. I know you don’t really go for that but it is Thursday so it will probably be just a few of the regulars. Besides since you don’t drink much, you can be my designated driver.”
Coaches was the neighborhood bar where she used to work before she got married and moved out of state. I almost said no because I was really uncomfortable around people I didn’t know. I thought about it and was thinking by the way she was dressed she was probably hoping to meet up with a guy she once knew. I was happy for her to be getting back in the dating game so I agreed. “Ok,” I told her. “You know you ask so little of me me I can never turn down your requests.”
We got her luggage and walked to the car. I loaded it in the trunk and opened her door for her while she got in. As we were driving to Coaches she spoke, “I really appreciate this Shawn. Who knows maybe you’ll meet someone. It’s been two years since you got divorced. It’s too bad Amy had to move. You seemed to really like going out with her.”
I know she wasn’t doing it on purpose but she was making it difficult for me not to admit my feelings that the someone I wanted to be with was sitting beside me. The only reason I dated her friend Amy is because the two of them were so much alike. I quit seeing Amy is because I came real close a few times to calling her by my sister’s name when we were having sex.
As I pulled into the parking lot I was relieved to see only a handful of cars. Melissa seemed to recognize a few a cars.
“Looks like there are a few people here tonight I know,” she said.
As we walked into the bar, everyone looked toward the door to see who the new arrival was. From what I could see there were about four couples there. A few of the women got up and came over and gave my sister a hug.
“Melissa, what a surprise,” one of them said. “Are you in town for the holiday?”
“Yes, I’ll be staying for a week,” she answered. “Everyone this is Shawn.”
Melissa introduced everyone to me. They were all strangers but I said a polite hello to each of them. We sat down and ordered a few drinks. When I ordered a drink Melissa looked at me with surprise. “I just need the one,” I said for her ears only. She looked at me indicating she understood.
“You found yourself a quiet one Melissa. That’s an interesting change for you,” the bartender pointed out.
“Yes, he is but he opens up once he gets to know someone. He’s one of the nicest guys I’ve ever known,” she told them. She never pointed out that I was her brother. Maybe it was just because it was all couples and she didn’t want to seem out of place.
Melissa spent the next hour catching up with everyone. She told them about her divorce. They seemed glad that she was getting over it and found someone new referring to me I guess. As we were getting ready to leave one couple invited us to their house for a cookout on Sunday.
“Thanks, but we already have plans to spend it with my parents,” Melissa said.
When we left to leave I opened the door for her and she got in. Smiling at me she said, “You’re always a gentleman getting the door for his lady.” Tonight she was right she did seem like my lady tonight. Everyone in the bar thought we were a couple. It felt nice.
As I started to head to take her to our parents house. Melissa said quietly, “Would it be alright if I stayed with you this trip. Mom and dad always try to go all out when I stay with them and I always feel like I’ve been a burden when I leave.”
“Sis, my place is not all that big. Besides I’d go all out to make you comfortable too, just like mom and dad would,” I told her. Deep down I was worried that being alone with her like that would reveal the true type of love I felt toward her.
“I’m not worried about how small your place is. We’ll be at mom and dad’s most of the time anyway. As for you going all out to make your little sister comfortable I expect that. I just won’t feel like I was a burden afterward because you’re not as old as our parents.”
“Ok, sis like I said before I never seem to be able to say no to your requests
Walking into my apartment she looked around while I set her luggage down. It didn’t take long because I lived in a small studio apartment. It had a small kitchenette with a bar type setup to eat at. I living area with with a couch and desk. The TV was set up so I could turn it around and watch it in the bed which was against the far wall. If you’ve ever stayed at Residence Inn it was a very similar layout.
“Well now that you’ve seen it are you sure you want to stay here?” I asked.
“We can make it work. It may be small but it is a lot bigger than the room we used to share when we were little.”
“Well sis,” pointing out the obvious. “We are a lot bigger ourselves now.”
“That we are big brother… That we are…. Now if it is alright with you I need to take a shower and get ready for bed. It’s been a long day.”
She grabbed one of her smaller bags and headed toward the bathroom after I told her where to find clean towels.
While she was in the shower I changed into a pair of sleep shorts and loose t-shirt that I usually sleep in. I also grabbed a blanket and pillow and set it near the couch. Sleeping on the couch would be no big deal for me. I often fell asleep on it watching TV or reading a book and never bothered to get up and climb in my bed. Finally I turned the TV around and put the remote on the nightstand.
“Well that’s a good trick to get a woman into your bed. If she wants to watch TV she has to share your bed,” she said mischievously.
She caught me off guard and I mumbled something about I just thought she might want to watch TV and I was going to sleep on the couch and read for a bit. Then I noticed what she was wearing. She had on the silk sleep shirt from Victoria’s Secret I had bought her. Damn it complimented her new figure nicely.
“Actually, I was wondering if you’d like your old job back,” she said holding up her hair brush. She walked toward me and sat down in front of the couch. As she sat she pulled up the sleep shirt so she wasn’t sitting on it. I could tell she had the v-string on. I had a brief glimpse of her bare ass.
I sat down behind her and took the brush from her hand and started brushing out her hair. It only reached halfway down her back now. The memories and fantasies came back to me. I looked down and noticed she had the top buttons undone and a nice view of her breasts. I kept brushing as I did years ago.
“I can’t tell you how relaxing it feels when you brush my hair for me. You’re the only guy who would ever do it,” she told me.
I really was at a loss for words. Even more so as I noticed her nipples were now poking out against her shirt. I am not sure but there may have now been another button undone because I could now see the top portion of her aureola. My cock was now hard as a rock and I had no idea how I would hide it from her.
A soft moan escaped Melissa’s lips as she started to get up taking me by the hand holding the hair brush.
“Come on big brother, let’s go to bed. Your bed is big enough for both of us and I’m not letting you sleep on the couch.”
Thinking quickly I grabbed the pillow I had gotten and held it so she wouldn’t notice my cock which was now sticking out of my shorts. As she pulled down the covers and climbed into bed she made no attempt to hide the bare cheeks of her ass from my sight. As I got into bed I wondered if all my dreams and fantasies were about to come true.
“Hey sis.”
“What dear brother?”
“I just wanted to tell you I had a really nice time tonight. Your friends at Coaches all made me feel comfortable. Everything about tonight it made me feel,” I stopped not sure if I should tell her.
“Made you feel what? I think I know but you need to tell me,” she prompted.
I swallowed hard not sure I could say it. Looking into her blue eyes the words came out, “Like we were a couple that was dating. Your friends they all thought we were a couple.”
She looked back at me saying, “I know. I felt it as well. I think we both needed a night out like this. That is why I didn’t tell anyone you were my brother. I wanted that feeling as well. Do you have to work tomorrow?”
“Not really. The Friday before a holiday weekend will be slow. What do you have in mind?”
“Take a guess and ask me,” she said playfully.
Things were starting to become clear as to how we both felt. “Melissa,” I asked “Would you like to go on another date together?”
“I would love that Shawn. I think I know where also. Can I surprise you?”
“I like your surprises,” I said thinking back to the way she looked when I picked her up at the airport. There is one more thing though.” I leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss on her lips. “Goodnight.”
Melissa proper herself up on her elbow looking at me with surprise. “Oh shit, I blew it and pushed it to far,” I thought. Then she smiled at me like I’d never seen before.
She leaned forward and returned the kiss lingering for a few seconds before snuggling up to me. “Goodnight Shawn” she whispered into my ear.
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Jack and Sharon were always close. When in their teen years, they explored sex, but never went all the way, but 30 some years later, fate put them back together and finally made love
Ty learns about love and hate.
I had not seen my cousin, Fran, in some time so I was eagerly looking forward to visiting her in Ottawa on my vacation. We were born three months apart and were closer than a lot of brothers and sisters I knew. We could tell each other anything without fear of judgment. Even though she was really a second cousin once removed, or something like that, I felt a bit uncomfortable when I realized how physically attracted I was to her.
Fran developed a gorgeous figure as a sixteen-year-old. As little kids, our mothers used to bathe us together; as a teenager, she would grab a t-shirt or towel for cover if I happened by as she was sunbathing in her bathing suit. She had full firm tits, a slim waist and long lithe legs, and the biggest brown eyes I had ever seen. She was the focal point of many a jerk-off session. But that remained a carefully guarded secret.
Fran met me at the train station. The last time I saw her, she was a foxy 22 year-old. Now she was a magnificent 27. She wore a short blue skirt, just tight enough to make me a bit uncomfortable, and an oversized white shirt cinched at the waist with a belt. Her auburn hair was back in a pony tail and she looked very demur in her glasses. Although a stunner, Fran declined to show off her figure too much.
She smiled as she threw her arms around me and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. I tentatively wrapped my arms around her, afraid I might squeeze to hard for propriety’s sake.
“How are you, Jon?” she asked, as we headed for her car. “Just fine,” I answered, hoping the hard-on she’d just given me would dissipate. “It’s good to see you, Fran.”
“Good to see you, too, Jon. What would you like to do while you’re in town? I have some things you might be interested in,” she said. Was than grin just a bit mischievous or was it just wishful thinking?
“I’d really just like to take it easy,” I responded. “Well, you must be hungry after that trip. Why don’t we go back to the apartment to freshen up and then I’ll take you out to dinner at Barbara’s place.” Barbara had been Fran’s roommate until recently. A pretty redhead, she was the manager at one of the city’s nicer restaurants.
“That sounds good, Fran, although you look pretty fresh to me.” She blushed at that as we loaded her car and drove off.
Fran had a one-bedroom flat on the twenty-third floor of f fancy apartment. The view of downtown Ottawa, with it’s mixture of old and new architecture, was magnificent. I showered and shaved and tossed on some comfy-casual stuff. At an even 6 feet and 170 pounds, I was confident about my appearance, yet I always felt somewhat awkward when we were together.
Fran was changing in the bedroom. “There’s wine in the fridge,” she called from behind the closed door. “Help yourself.”
“What about you?” I asked.
“I’ve got mine, she replied. Fran was not what you would call a good drinker. She got a bit giddy and flirty. In the past I might have been uneasy with that, but for some reason I felt tonight might just be different.
I took my drink and stepped onto the balcony. The late summer’s sun was starting to descend and a warm breeze passed. I turned and there was Fran! She was clad in a pale blue bra and panty set. I felt myself blush and immediately turned my head. I expected her to scream, but apparently she couldn’t see me.
The lingerie accentuated what seemed to be an all-over tan. Her firm tits bulged around the skimpy bra and the panties were cut quite high on the leg, revealing much of her lovely ass. I peeked back at her, feeling my balls twitch, as I watched her adjust her garments. God, what a beauty!
Fran reached for a bottle of lotion and poured some into her hands. She rubbed lightly starting at her ankles and slowly working her way up those stunning legs. As she approached her upper thighs she slowed down and reached for her wine. She threw back a healthy gulp and continued to massage her legs. She kneaded the lotion on her hips and gently on her inner thighs. Her fingers made little circles on her soft skin then moved on to her taut stomach as she closed her eyes. I reached into my trousers to rearrange my cock as she began to gently caress her tits. She unfastened the front clasp of the bra and they tumbled forward, pushing out of their confinement.
Fran dipped her finger into the wine and traced her half- dollar aureoles on each breast. I watched with great appreciation as her nipples became erect before my eyes.
Suddenly, Fran’s hand dropped back to her panties, pulling it aside to reach her now-wet pussy. I was amazed as she bent her neck to suck on one full tit, while her other hand furiously massaged her cunt. I was afraid I’d cum in my pants but kept watching as Fran shuddered her way to a quick climax.
As she came down, Fran calmly rearranged her undies and slid into a knit orange minidress. I almost dropped my wine over the balcony when she called out my name, “Jon, are you ready to go?” Was I!
“Are you okay, you look kind of strange,” Fran said, as I came in from the balcony. I was grateful the trousers were very baggy, thus hiding my still raging hardon.
“That’s some dress,” I told Fran. “You look very pretty tonight.”
“Why, thank you,” she said, somewhat puzzled. We never commented on each other’s appearance after the first “good-to- see-you, you-look-great.” It was hard to believe this angel had cum in front of me not five minutes before. She’d never realize the thrill she’d given me.
We took a cab to the restaurant so we could enjoy a few cold ones and not have to worry about driving back. Although we got a table almost immediately, we waited almost an hour to be served. I didn’t mind, though; the company was wonderful and Barbara kept the drinks coming. By the time the food arrived, we were very relaxed. We spoke of all sorts of things, our lives and interests, and our lack of love interests at the moment.
It was nearly midnight by the time we left. Ottawa is a sleepy town where they roll the streets up at that hour. We tumbled into a cab and headed home.
The smell of Fran’s perfume had been driving me crazy all night. Once inside the cab, she thanked me for a lovely evening. Her head came to rest on my shoulder and she sighed, closing her eyes.
My eyes traced her figure, starting from the spiked heels and slowly up the length of her body, admiring her attributes and wishing I wasn’t such a coward. But we’re so close, I argued with myself. How can I make a pass? She’d be shocked, she’d kill me, she’d never speak to me again — I came up with numerous reasons to keep my hands off. But then she’d nestle in a bit closer and emit another contented sigh and her dress would slid up those damned gorgeous legs just a bit more and I’d have to start reminding myself all over again.
The little old cabbie looked in the rear view mirror and must have thought we were lovers. I saw him smile and wink, as he suggested a nice ride through the park. Why not, I thought. Just to prolong this mild body contact was reason enough.
Fran’s dress had ridden more than half-way up her thigh and I wondered if I should try to rearrange it myself or wake her up. But she seemed so peaceful I just decided to enjoy the show. So stare I did.
“What are you staring at?” she demanded, suddenly awake. She tugged at the hem of her dress, trying to cover herself. It reminded me of her days as a modest teen. She seemed quite agitated. Oh, no, I thought, my worst fears are coming true. “I… I… nothing…” I stammered.
“Jon, I saw you staring at me. What on earth could you have been thinking of?” I could just see myself taking this cab right back to spend the night at the train station.
The driver sensed disharmony and sped to the apartment. Fran got out and stomped her way inside as I paid the fare and reluctantly followed.
I felt like a puppy who had just chewed up the master’s slippers and was waiting for the rolled-up newspaper. Fran was waiting by the elevator, tapping her foot, watching the lift’s indicator as it approached the lobby. Not a word was spoken the entire ride up. When the doors opened she brushed by me to unlock the door. When she didn’t slam it in my face, I took it as a good sign.
I sheepishly entered the apartment. “Close the door,” she huffed. She lock the door and turned to face me. Here we go, I thought. Excommunication from the family.
I couldn’t look her in the eye. “I guess you had too much to drink,” she said. Was she giving me an alibi? “I think I did, too.”
“After all, you’re just a man and there are certain things that a man will do, including ogling his cousin,” she began to grin.
“You’ve always found me attractive, haven’t you, Jon?” Uh- oh, better be careful here.
“Yeah, I guess so,” I answered still not look at here, wishing I were somewhere else.
“Well, you know, I really admire the way you turned out, too. My girlfriends used to talk about you when you came to visit. They’d talk about your arms or your eyes and I’d say, ‘I don’t want to hear this; he’s my cousin.’
“But they were right,” Fran said. She lifted my chin with her finger. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad.” And she kissed me quickly on the lips.
Our eyes met and we leaned into each other for another kiss, this one slower. Then another, deeper. Her tongue probed my lips until I opened them. My tongue met hers as they twirled together in joyful greeting. Caution went out the window.
The kisses became more emphatic as we stepped closer together, pressing our bodies together. ten years of fantasies were coming true as I felt the heat of her tits through our clothing. He nipples were hard as they pushed into my chest. My hands slid down to the small of her back and I tentatively reached for her ass. She moaned softly as a I squeezed her cheek, pulling her closer. I reached for the hem of her dress and slid my hand up her thighs. I couldn’t believe the moist heat coming from her pussy! Fran opened her legs to allow me better access while our lips were still pressed together.
I licked my way down her neck, nipping her nape. She shivered as I bit her earlobe.
“Do it to me, Jon,” she moaned. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me for years. Fuck me now!” Fran ripped open my shirt, the buttons shooting across the room. I kicked off my shoes and yanked off the trousers and shorts. After all this time I wasn’t going to put up any arguments.
We sank onto the living room rug, and I pulled her dress down over her heaving tits while pulling it up from the bottom. I ripped the panties and bra off her as she squirmed beneath me. My dick was threatening to break off.
I rubbed the tip of my cock along her slit. I had never imagined Fran’s pussy before, concentrating on her other assets. It was covered with a soft tuft of hair gently concealing her plump lips. She groaned and arched her back as she tried to get me inside her, but I continued to tease her.
“Stop that, please. Just fuck me. NOW!” She grabbed my as and pulled me right in. So hot, slick and tight. Unbelievable!
After a couple of minutes I felt the inevitable rush of cum. I warned her and she blurted out that it was okay, that she wanted to feel me pump it inside her. So I did. Long hard streams of cum jetted through me into her. She ground her pussy against me, grabbing my ass, working towards her own climax. “Uhh, uhh, uhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned as she rumbled towards ecstasy.
I was beat but happy. She was beat and hungry for more.
“I always wondered what it would be like with you, Jon,” Fran whispered, “and it was better than I ever imagined.”
With that she kissed my chest softly as she made her way down my stomach, swirling her tongue in little circles. I shivered when I felt her hot breath on my dick, waiting to feel her lips engulf it. She licked my crown lick a candy cane, in and out, lick, in and out, around. It was like no other blow job I’d experienced, so hot, wet and slippery. I could have happily filled her mouth but I had waited a long time for this.
I gently pushed her away and rolled her over. She seemed surprised. I straddled her chest and told her “I’m gonna fuck your breasts, Fran. I want to feel your soft tits wrapped around my cock. I want to rock back and forth until I cum all over your tits and face. What do you think of that, baby?”
“Oh, yeah,” she groaned, “do that to me! Please! Do it!”
“I want you to lick the head as it comes through your tit- tunnel. Keep it slick so it slides back and forth so nicely.”
Fran pressed her tits together around my cock. They were so soft and hot, wet with a combination of sweat and saliva. I went slowly at first, trying to make the indescribable pleasure last.
“I love getting my tits fucked,” she moaned. “It gets me so hot. Come on, push it, slide it in. I want your cum, cum all over my face, please. COME ON, GIVE IT TO ME, CUM, CUMMM, DO IT! DO IT!! DO IT!!! SHOOT IT ALL OVER ME!! OH, MY GODDDDD. DO IT NOW!!!” And with that she started shaking and bucking her hips against an imaginary cock. Her fingers flew to her sopping pussy where they pistoned in and out. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them around my dick. I pushed it forward and kept it in her mouth while she moaned to here next set of orgasms. The vibrations of her mouth set me off, and I managed to shove my cock back between her tits as I started to spurt, the hot load jetting onto her pretty face, as she whipped her head back and forth, landing first one cheek then the other. I sprayed my last violent shots across her tits and collapsed next to her, exhausted.
After a few moments to catch our breath, Fran turned to me. “Are you sure you can only stay the weekend?” she asked with a smile.
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Tim to Jennifer Part 2
“I have a proposition for you. I would like to offer you the opportunity to live as Jennifer full time.”, he said. “I will make it worth your while by offering you a contract that will guarantee you 1 million dollars over 3 years if you will think agree to do as I ask”, he said with a wicked smile on his face. I was so surprised that I just sat there with my mouth open. “If you keep that mouth open without answering me, I have something here that I will be happy to fill it with” he teased.
This was a total shock. I did not know what to say. “You had told me earlier that you were going back to an empty apartment to begin a one week vacation”, Bud was saying. “I propose that you spend that week with me, here at my home, to think about what I have said.” The very proposition he was making was really tempting. “What would be expected of me?”, I asked. Bud began,”I have been looking for someone like you for quite some time. You have many features that could already be considered feminine. Your full pouty lips, your somewhat rounded ass and your long slim legs. Your have little body hair and, of course, you really took to the sexual role very quickly.” I blushed as he said this but I had to admit that I had never felt quite like this before. My image in the mirror was an extremely convincing image of a lung sexy woman. Bud continued, “While you were, ah, under the influence, you seemed quite eager to tell me of a couple of your fantasies. You were basically in a twilight type sleep and were very cooperative while I shaved your body, dressed you and applied your makeup. I even took care of your beautiful hard on twice while getting you made up. You were quite the eager student.” Again I blushed. He explained that the twilight sleep I was in bypassed many of my conscious safeguards and allowed many of my subconscious desires to come forth. “I believe I would at least like to spend a few days with you to see where this leads.” I said. He smiled and told me that the offer was open for me and that the money would be placed into an irrevocable trust that would be mine at the end of the three year term if I so desired. I would due provided with everything I could possibly need in addition to the trust. I would live here with him. “That is quite an offer”, I said as he put his arm around my waist and his left hand on my thigh. “You will not regret any of this”, he said as he drew me up to him and kissed me hard and long. His tongue searching the inside of my mouth and I eagerly returned his kiss. His hand had begun working its way under my nightie and inside my panties. I could see his beautiful cock was at full attention and I was really getting turned on. I really wanted to taste his cock again and slid down onto my knees between his legs. I took his cock into my hand and began to kiss the tip, pushing my tongue into the hole. The hard smooth helmut of a head, I took between my lips and began running my tongue around it. He began moaning and his hands grabbed my head and began pushing my head down further on his cock. I took a deep breath, remembering why he said to breath from my nose and took all of his hard cock with the head deep in my throat. he began fucking my mouth slowly, pulling out and pushing back in until my nose was against his stomach. Suddenly he pulled my head back and his cock slipped from my mouth with a slight pop. I looked up at him with a questing look and he was smiling down at me. He pulled me to my feet and with one quick motion pulled my panties down to my ankles. “I want my little girl to sit on my lap”, he said. He was strong and almost effortlessly grabbed me and pulled me into his lap facing him. He pulled me up slightly and I could feel the sooth head of his big cock at my back pussy entrance. He pushed my hips down until the head was in all the way. It still hurt a little, but once the head of his cock was in he sat me down hard, so I was completely impaled on his stiff rod. I gasped and he held me in place for a minute then gradually pulled me up a little and began thrusting his cock in and out moving his hips. He pulled me close and began kissing me deep and hard. I was in such ecstasy that i returned his kisses with heated passion. I was sucking on his tongue deep In my mouth and this just excited him more causing him to thrust harder and faster. I could feel every vein and surface of his cock in my tight pussy as he continued thrusting hard and fast. Suddenly his hands pulled my hips down into his lap hard and I could feel his cock brow even larger. It began to throb and I could feel him cumin deep inside me. His hot cream flooding my insides. He kept pumping me full of his semen for what seemed like minutes until I could feel it leaking out of my tight hole around his cock. “Oh Jennifer”, he said, “I really need you. I want to make the woman out of you that you are deep inside. I love fucking that hot tight little count of your.” “I can’t believe how much I enjoy sucking your hard thick cock and feeling it deep in my pussy”, I said. His cock began to soften and even as I protested, he lifted me off his lap. His cock came out with a slight pop. He quickly lifted me up and laid me back on the bed. Suddenly he was between my legs and his tongue was licking my back pussy. “I want to clean you up a little”, he said, “and you have such a fine tight pussy.” It felt so wonderful and I began moaning loudly. I couldn’t believe it but I was going to cum without even touching my cock. Just his tongue on my tight little count was bringing me to another orgasm. He knew I was about to cum and he quickly grabbed my ‘clit’ as he called it, and engulfed it with his hot mouth. I began coming uncontrollably. Bucking my hips and it felt I would never stop. Finally he crawled up on the bed next to me. I was exhausted. “Time to sleep my little girl.”, he said as he took me in his arms, “you will need your rest for later.” I smiled as I snuggled up to him and fell asleep.
“Time to wake up beautiful”, he said as I felt his hard member already inside me. I was laying on my side and he was behind me ob his side sliding his cock into my tight pussy. I squealed with delight as I felt him fucking me from behind. I pulled my legs up closer to my chest to allow him full access and he immediately too advantage of this by pushing every last inch of his cock deep. He held it there while I begged him not to pull out. It felt so good buried to the hilt. After a minute he gradually began fucking me slowly as I pleaded for him not to stop. He nibbled on my ear and planted hot wet kisses on my shoulder. “You are everything I ever wanted”, he said. “I cannot believe how much you turn me on”. “Oh daddy”, I said, “I have never felt so good as when I am with you. You make me feel wonderful and sexy.” I began moving my ass for him to enter as deep as possible and to feel his cock move around in me even more. He was so big and I was so hot I began to feel as if I was going to cum again. “Daddy, I am going to cum again”, I squealed. He quickened his pace and I felt another fantastic orgasm welling up deep inside me. Suddenly he thrust as hard and deep into as he could. His cock began pulsing and I could feel his seed pumping into my depths. This was enough to put me over the top and I began cumming almost in rhythm with his pulsing cock. I would feel him squirt deep inside and I would squirt a load. Over and over for what seems like minutes. We came hard and then he held me tight and whispered in my ear agin how hot and sensual I was. “I just get so hot and horny being near you”, he said, “I want to hold you close to me and fuck you all day long”.Once again I could feel his cock start to soften and my pussy, overfilled with his large amount of cum, began to leak but it was so satisfying. His proposal was really sounding great right now. I wanted to do everything I could to satisfy Bud.
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Hello people this is a slow story. Please don’t read my other 2 stories they are BS. Hope you like it
Ryan and Linda get to know Whitehorse . . . and a lot more
The passing night had opened a Pandora’s Box of sexual desire, and once started on their
erotic path, they had a demanding lust to taste and feel it all.
“Ahhhh!” Peter moaned. “Yeah! That’s it, Mom, suck! Lick my balls, Marsha … do it,
babe! Yeah! Yeah! Suck ’em good!”
Marsha had taken half of his ballsac in her mouth and was sucking gently on a testicle.
Each sudden movement of her hot mouth sent a wild shiver up his spine, making his cock
jerk and twitch in Carol’s educated mouth; her powerful cheek muscles coaxing it back
to steely dimensions. His body was alive with electric thrills.
Peter bent over and spread his mother’s legs, dislodging Marsha’s grip on her firm tits,
baring her thick, blonde pussy-muff. He could easily see her puffy cunt-lips through
the sticky tangle. They twinkled, pink and pretty.
“Oh, sweet pussy! I’m going to eat your cunt ’til you scream for mercy!”
Carol wiggled her hips in invitation. With his prick embedded in her mouth, Marsha s
till sucking his balls, Peter began to run his tongue, ever so gently, around the outer
lips of her wet pussy. Like a flower, they parted and her rosy clit popped out, immediately
becoming distended. He swiped at it with his warm tongue, then nibbled at it with sharp
teeth.
Carol jumped and tried to yell, but his cock choked off the muted sound. She jumped even
higher when Marsha’s tongue joined her brother’s. One gentle, one rough; Carol reveled in
the double tongue-fucking. Her legs were pulled up and back, giving her lovers access to
her entire body. The gentle tongue – Marsha’s – laved her puckered asshole, bathing the
dark opening with hot saliva. Peter’s fat tongue – a little prick – darted in and out of
her searing pussy, sliding over her sizzling clit as it dipped down into the boiling
depths of her secret opening.
Chills and shivers attacked her body and her sensory system registered thrill after
thrill as the two, snake-like tongues slithered up, over, in, and around her hot fuck
holes. Her body was rapidly going out of control, and each new sensation slammed her
gyrating hips against their faces as they fought to give her the cum of her life.
Carol squeezed Peter’s ass as hard as she could, desperately holding on as her climax
built to a screaming crescendo. Her hips twisted and turned, and humped greedily against
the relentless, pleasure-giving tongues. She was strangling, gasping for breath. Spitting
his cock out, she screamed her passion loudly.
“Aggggggg! Ughhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Oh, Mar, stop! For Christ’s sake, stop! … I’m dying!
Please, no more. No more! I can’t take it! Oh, Peter … hummmmmmm!” Her body hung in
space for what seemed like an eternity, then softly melted into the mattress, spent and
exhausted.
Cum-juice smeared his face and saliva dribbled down his chin. Panting, Peter stood up
slowly. Marsha’s head was now buried deep between her mother’s spread thighs, her tongue
softly tapering her off; cooling the inner walls of her fiery cunt, cleaning the sticky
juices of her passion from the sides. Carol’s lips gently held the knob of his twitching
prick, her mouth too tired to suck on the glistening shaft. His cock make a plopping
noise as he pulled it from his mother’s tired mouth.
Dreamily, Carol spread her legs as wide as possible, giving her daughter complete access
to her innermost being. The feeling was still there, still alive! Marsha’s tongue was
slowly bringing her down from a sexual high never experienced before. She had been eaten
by her son and daughter – at the same time! And she had loved it!
Her breathing was returning to normal and she felt a slight chill as she became aware
of the cool, early morning air on her perspiring body. They had fucked the night away,
she though lazily.
“Good, wasn’t it, Mom?”
“Oh, sweetheart, it was better than good. I thought my body was going to explode. I can’t
describe it. You’ll have to experience it for yourself.”
Marsha’s smile broadened and her eyes flashed. “I was hoping you’d say that. When you
feel up to it, I want to be next!”
Carol looked at Marsha in sudden excitement. This was more than she could have hoped for.
Like mother, like daughter!
“Peter?” she asked.
Peter sat on the bed, eyes aglow. “I’ll watch this time. I’ve always wanted to see two
women eat each other out.” He smiled at his sister. “This is what you two did last night,
isn’t it?”
Giggling, Marsha nodded, then her voice turned serious.
“When I came home I was looking for something, Pete, besides just fucking you. Now I’ve
found it. I found out I’m just like Mom. I want it all … all the Bradford men, and” –
she looked lovingly at her mother – “all the Bradford women.” She laughed and her eyes
sparkled.
“Mom broke me in first, then she did you, and then we did each other. And now,” she said,
winking at her mother, “we’re going to put on a show for you, aren’t we?”
Carol leaned over and kissed her daughter lightly, a motherly kiss, a kiss of pride;
then winked at Peter. “We sure are!” she said, her chest beginning to rise with excitement.
Smiling like a cat, Marsha sat against the headboard, drew her legs up and spread them
wide apart, giving them a close-up view of her pink pussy, surrounded by a mat of thick,
blonde hair. She fondled her large, round tits, making the nipples stand taut and erect;
her eyes closing as the smoldering heat of her body began to flow.
Peter licked his lips and felt his cock stir. Shit, he thought in admiration, a real sex
machine!
“Com’on, Mom, eat me!” Marsha purred. “Suck my juicy slit! Eat my dirty cunt!”
Trembling, her own lust beginning to simmer, Carol crawled between Marsha’s open thighs;
her fingertips gently running up and down the silky flesh. Softly, she kissed a rock-hard
nipple.
Peter looked from one to the other, from mother to daughter. It was like looking at twins.
It was the most erotic thing he had ever seen and he realized it could only happen this
way; with them linked together as a loving and fucking family. His chest swelled with
love and affection.
Giggling like a young girl, Carol said, “Oh, yes, baby! I’m gonna eat you! And I’m going
to eat you ass, too; stick my tongue all the way up there. I don’t know where you learned
that, but I’m so glad you did.”
Marsha threw her head back and hugged her mother close.
“Daddy taught me,” she said laughing. “I sort of forgot to tell you, but last night,
while you were fucking Peter I was fucking Daddy. And he screwed my ass and taught me
about ass-rimming.”
“What?! You did what?”
“Are you mad?” Marsha asked, suddenly and sincerely contrite.
Carol’s mouth hung open, her eyes wide in amazement. “I can’t believe this,” she said,
“Where is he? What’s he doing? What does he feel about all this?”
Marsha shrugged. “When I left, he was sleeping like a baby. At first, he tried to push
me off, but, I guess, my pussy got to him and he just started fucking me. Real good, too!
He really didn’t seem to mind afterwards. He said I was just like you.”
“You just left him? Oh, the poor baby. He’s probably going crazy trying to figure out how
to tell me.” She covered her face and laughed. “And to think, I was worried about how I
was going to tell him about Peter. Oh, I can’t wait to see the look on his face.” Carol
started to get up.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Peter said, pushing her close to Marsha, “Not before you two finish
what you started. You guys promised me a show.”
Mother and daughter looked from one another to Peter’s straining cock, the tip, flared
and angry looking. “Well,” Marsha said smiling, “we did say we were going to put on a
show.”
“Yes, we did,” Carol girlishly giggled. “And your tits are still quite warm.”
“So’s my cunt,” Marsha whispered.
As if it were the most natural thing in the world, Carol dipped between Marsha’s open
legs and began to lick at her cunt and savor its musky aroma. Feather-like, her tongue
darted in and out of her daughter creamy pussy; a dainty teasing touch that made the heat
rise in Marsha’s body, and made her tingle with pleasure.
Marsha smiled and through slitted eyes she watched her brother stroke his big fuck-pole
to its full proportions and her own pleasure doubled as she watched. His lust was her
pleasure; his pleasure, her passion. In the back of her mind she knew why the family had
committed their lovemaking to film.
Peter became caught up in the voyeuristic pleasure of watching. He saw his sister’s face
contort, her brow crease, and her jaws clinch as each wave of ecstasy washed over her.
He saw Carol’s head bob rhythmically, and in his mind’s eye he could see the tip of her
tongue dip in and out Marsha’s sopping cunt.
Carol’s lovely ass stuck straight up in the air, two perfect half-moons, beckoning to
him. His father had fucked that ass, his fevered brain told him. His father had fucked
Marsha’s lovely ass! His prick ached to fuck one of the asses that his father had fucked.
Carol felt the pressure on her cuntlips; the sudden parting. She felt the rough ridges
of his prick rub the wall of her wet pussy. Her eyes clouded over and she moaned loudly
into her daughter cunt as her son’s cock filled her up. Marsha felt the extra weight
against her body and opened her eyes. “Oh, yes, Peter, Yes! Fuck her cunt! Hard!” Marsha
mumbled passionately as she rubbed Carol’s back and tits, squeezing them roughly, urging
her humping hips onward.
His cock sank to the base in Carol’s sticky wetness, becoming drenched with her flowing
juices. He leaned forward, grabbed his sister’s round tits and kissed her hungrily, his
tongue probing deep in her warm, searching mouth.
They were now completely linked. Joined by mouth, pussy and cock. Each was transported
to another dimension, yet each was with the other. The past had caught up with the
present. Fantasy had become reality.
Peter strained his legs; his rotating hips pressed tightly against his mother’s butt,
his twisting cock embedded all the way up her heated box. He could feel her developed
cunt muscles, like tiny fingers, massage the shaft of his throbbing prick. Each squeeze
of his cock sent blinding ripples of pleasure to his brain, urging his lust on. When he
stuck his cock in Carol’s puckered asshole, they all came in unison, and their passion,
their love could be heard throughout the house. And they didn’t care.
**************************
When Mike Bradford woke up he felt hungover. His head thundered and his body ached in
places he didn’t know it was possible to hurt in. Bleery-eyed, he looked around. Marsha
was gone, but the imprint of her body remained.
So, it wasn’t a dream, he thought. I actually fucked my own daughter! Adopted daughter!
Splitting hairs seemed to take some of the sting out of the incestuous act. To his
surprise, he really didn’t feel any real, deep remorse. Marsha was an adult, and it was
she who initiated it. But why? Was it possible she found out about their secret and was
trying, in some insidious way, to punish them. Nonsense, he thought. How could she? But
where the hell was Carol when all this was going on? And where was she now?
He staggered up, started to stretch and stopped short. Oh, shit, he thought, Carol knows!
That must be it; somehow she found out, maybe she heard them, and she’s pissed. That’s
why she isn’t here. Angrily, he slapped his head and instantly regretted it.
“Hi, sleepy-head!”
Carol closed the door behind her. Mike noted that she was smiling. Maybe, he hoped, she
didn’t know.
The white, silk robe was loosely belted and the material clung to hills and valleys of
her body. He knew she was naked beneath it.
“Did you sleep well?” she asked innocently.
Mike looked her in the eye. “You know, don’t you?”
Laughing, she embraced him. “Oh, you poor dear! Yes, I know about you and Marsha. She told
me.”
“She told you?” he asked incredulously. “This is crazy! What the hell’s gotten into her?”
“Besides you?” Carol giggled, then, seriously, she said, “I think you better sit down,
Mike. This is probably going to blow you away.”
Mike sat. Taking his hand she told her astonished husband the entire story; starting at
the beginning with Marsha’s confession about her lust for Peter and ending with their
fantastic three-way, gang fuck. She told it quickly, leaving nothing out, but gaguing
his reaction to each event; preparing to blunt any hint of jealously or anger. She was
pleasantly surprised when there wasn’t any, just a wide-eyed, dumbfounded look. When she
finished, she waited for his final reaction; laughing when he flopped back on the bed,
let out a deep sigh, and said, “Holy Shit!”
She threw herself across his naked body. “Does that mean you’re not angry about Peter
and me? I mean, I’m not the least bit jealous of you and Marsha. I hope you really enjoyed
her as much as I did, and Peter. She’s really something.”
Mike threw up his hands in a gesture of helplessness.
“I’m not jealous … well, I had a twinge,” he admitted, “but I really got over that shit
a long time ago. Actually, I’m kind of proud of my son. If half of what you said is true,
he’s a hellava stud.”
“Take it from me, honey,” Carol said, sitting up, “it’s all true. I have the sore ass
to prove it.”
“Carol,” he said, genuine concern in his voice, “is there something wrong with our blood?
I mean, first us, and now the kids.”
She caressed his cheek. “Honey, if we could come to the conclusion that convention was
just so much man-made bullshit, don’t you think our kids can, too?
“Just think how much more time they have. The sky’s the limit for them; no excess baggage,
no worrying about convention and restrictions, just taking their pleasure where they can
find it.
“As long as they don’t hurt anybody, how can anything they do; anything we’ve done, be
bad. I really envy them. And I know I want them so much. Really want them.”
Mike stood and folded his arms around her. “You’re a wise woman, Mrs. Bradford.” Then he
chucked. “Does this mean what I think it means?”
“If you mean a weekend of pure, unadulterated sex. You’re damn right, Mr. Bradford!”
Carol said, leeringly.
“The kids are only home for a couple of days, and I, for one, intend to make the most
of it. I really hope you slept well, ’cause I don’t think you’re going to get much more.”
Laughing, they embraced warmly.
From the door she blew him a kiss. “Take a shower and hurry downstairs. I told Marsha to
put the coffee on, and I’m going to make breakfast.”
Mike smiled and stretched. He felt very much alive and surprisingly horny. It’s amazing
what a special woman can do for you, he thought. And Marsha was special. Looking at
himself in the mirror, he saw teeth marks on his chest and long, vivid nail marks on
his back. No wonder I hurt, he thought. An image of his wanton daughter leaped to his
mind: her body wiggling in abandon, bouncing against the mattress, legs tight around his
back, hands gripping his ass and balls. He saw her lust, her desperate desire for
fulfillment; felt her tits under his hands, his juice-covered cock plunging into her
silky wetness, stretching her cunt wide, her secretions lubricating his way. He could
still feel the muscles of her cunt contract around his cockhead, squeezing it in a death
grip as her climax ripped through her churning body; his own following seconds later,
their cums mixing together.
Mike shook himself to clear his head. The mental picture were vivid, and very real. Just
thinking about last night made his breathing rapid and started his prick to rise.
He stepped into the shower and turned it to cold, the stinging water cooled his heated
body. No, he thought to himself, gasping, that wasn’t some sort of reverse punishment.
That was just a very lusty woman who wanted to fuck! And fuck we did! And suck … and,
shit, he thought, what didn’t we do? Laughing, he remembered screwing her up the ass,
and telling her that she was just like her mother. Oh, shit, I hope she doesn’t tell
Carol that.
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