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Chapter 2 Continuing the Lessons

The next day at school, Gerald stop me and asked me how my birthday was. I told him it was fine and he looked at me strangely and lightly punched me on the shoulder.

“Don’t be coy with me, Sammy, DJ’s little sister Mandy is spreading it all over that her sister DJ screwed hell out of you.”

I just looked at him with bewilderment for about a minute and said, “Where did you hear that?”

“She spread it all over school, man, I heard it in trig class. DJ, man, she’s like five years older than you and a college athlete. You’re the man. How was she?”

“Gerry, I don’t kiss and tell. It’s ungentlemanly.”

“Well apparently she doesn’t hold the same ethical standards as you. She said you were real cock master.”

I went about their day normally until we got to band practice. In the band room several of the female band members were looking at me strangely. It was a little unnerving but not near as bad as when I got to our little band practice at Gerald’s. Charlie was looking at me strangely as well. I don’t know what it was for, but it was a strange glance every once in a while we were practicing our sets.

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When I got home, it was a little more of the same. Since it was Friday night, Saffron had her friends over again and repeated some of the festivities of the previous night by coming downstairs to play truth or dare again. This time, however, I knew that DJ and I would not be repeating the previous incident. She pretty much looked at me with indifference. The one that really had a sparkle in her eye was Kelly Jo. However, I was about to get the surprise of my life. I didn’t think things could get more surprising than they did the night before, but it was about to get stranger.

When it got to DJ’s turn she picked Kelly. “Truth or Dare? “

“Dare.”

“Okay Kelly, I dare you to take Sammy into his bedroom and teach him how to eat pussy.”

Leave it to DJ to put things into their crudest form. This got a surprised look from Saffron and a disgusted look from Cassie.

Kelly just grabbed my hand and said, “Come on lover, let’s go give your tongue a workout.”

I just let her leave me into the bedroom, like I was going to turn that chance down. Yeah, right. As we entered the bedroom she turned and pushed me against the door, entering a lip locker that curled my toes.

“Kelly, we don’t need to do this, it’s a stupid game.”

“Actually the game was my cover. DJ told me she was the only one that got into oral with you and you hadn’t done her.. I wanted to do this with you, especially after that kiss last night. Besides, I love to have my pussy eaten in most boys I had been with won’t do it. “

She began unbuttoning my shirt and told me to drop my pants. I unbuckled my jeans and slid them down with my boxers as she faced me while removing my shirt. I began sliding her T-shirt over her head, her raising her arms up to assist me. Her breasts were not near as large as DJ’s, but they were sure ample enough. I reached around her back to unclasp her bra and free those puppies. As soon as I removed her bra I realized they weren’t puppies, they were full-blown dogs. I began kissing her neck down to her shoulder and then began moving down to her left breast, capturing her nipple in my mouth. Using the same technique I used on DJ, I began causing her to moan. She quickly undid her pants and slid them down to step out of them and pulled me onto the bed positioned on top of her.

“Now slide down, Sammy, till your face is between my legs.”

I didn’t know what I was doing but I’ve seen some porn stars doing it and began kissing my way down her stomach to her nether region. When I reached just above her navel, I began smelling her musk and was really getting hard. Her smell was intoxicating and I just knew her taste would be the same. I reached her juncture and was kissing her bald pubis with her smell causing my mouth to water. I saw her clit under its hood beginning to go erect. At that particular moment I never wanted to eat a pussy more than the one that was in front of me. I laid a gentle kiss on pendik escort it and moved further down to kiss around her vagina. She already had copious secretions running out of her juicy quim and pulling beneath her ass. I began to slide my tongue from the bottom to the top of her gash to collect as much of the juices as I could. As I swallowed I realized what a lucky guy I was. How many 18-year-olds would get to experience two beautiful older women in two successive nights? It felt like the King of the world. As I lavished her pussy I entered her with two fingers and began curling my fingers. I must’ve found her G spot because she stiffened, cried out, and squirted all over my face with what I couldn’t catch in my mouth. Her girl cum tasted heavenly.

She then surprised me, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me up till we were face-to-face. She kissed me passionately and began licking herself off my face. She reached down, grabbed my ass, and positioned me between her legs. She just looked at me pleadingly in my eyes and said, “Fuck me, Sammy.”

I tried my best to line up to slide into her, but when I had trouble she reached down and grabbed my cock, lining me up. As I slid into her velvety glove, I was in pure ecstasy. She was so tight, much tighter than DJ. I began sawing in and out of her, rotating my hips as I plunged inside her. I went as deeply as I could, bumping against her cervix. She was begging me to fuck her harder and I was glad to oblige. I began a faster fucking and was really getting into it, when she stiffened in orgasm and flooded my cock with her juices. This was enough to throw me over the edge and I shot my load inside her. She began kissing me passionately again and I fell right into it. I looked into her beautiful eyes and said, “So how did my lesson go, did I please you?”

She just sighed very contentedly and replied, “Of course you did, silly, I came like a deluge didn’t I? I don’t just do that with everybody. I’ve only squirted a couple of times. You are fantastic.”

“Glad to be of service ma’am. I appreciate the lesson.”

“Any time, stud. Now, take me to your shower.”

As we started showering together I couldn’t get over her beautiful ass and I dropped to my knees and stuck my tongue in her crinkled rosebud. She just turned and presented her already clean pussy to me. I did my finger and tongue work until she came again, screaming. I had to admit I loved her taste. She washed my hair while I was down there and I finished my shower and rinsed off. We both dried off and kissed after we dressed. As I held her closely to my body she whispered into my left ear, “Thank you so much, lover. That ass tonguing you did was definitely advanced training. You can have a repeat performance any time you’d like.”

“I wouldn’t mind taking you up on that sometime, beautiful.”

She grabbed my hand and led me out to the big room again. I got a perturbed look from Saffron and another disgusted look from Cassie.

“I don’t have to ask you how he was, Kelly, we could hear the play-by-play from here.”

“He didn’t really need training, he’s a natural, just like you said DJ.”

This comment got me a rather hungry look from Donna and Barbara both. This made me feel a little uncomfortable.

As I sat there and drank wine with the girls kidding me the whole time, I looked at DJ and Kelly again realizing how lucky I was. I finally got wore out enough that I knew I could go to sleep over there chattering in the next room, got up, and said my good nights to the group and went into my room. I changed the wet sheets from Kelly and I’s fuck fest and laid down in my bed. The smell of her still lingered in the room and I went to sleep dreaming of her.

All the sudden, the dream became very real when I felt a warm wetness around my hard cock. I was dreaming of how good it felt having my dick suck when I felt the person playing with one of my nipples at the same time I open my eyes to see a head in the dark bobbing up and down between my legs. All of a sudden, I felt someone shifting on the bed and saw all a chubby pair of legs straddle my head and smelled an aroused pussy over escort pendik my face and just heard someone say, “Lick it, Sammy, eat my pussy.”

I recognize the voice of Donna Morris, whose chubby thighs definitely proved me correct. I did the only thing I could do and began eating her pussy. Her taste was not all that great but her juices were palatable. She was sucking my dick like there was no tomorrow, working her mouth up and down and sucking hard while using her tongue to lave my pecker with saliva. This girl could suck cock.

All of a sudden she stiffened and screamed out, while flooding my mouth with her juices. I swallowed and she lifted herself off of me turning as she did. She removed her mouth from my rock hard dick and straddle my hips. She grabbed my steely member and forced her wet pussy onto my cock. She lowered herself while moaning, “Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck, oh my God.” She began a slow circular grind that was driving me crazy. She alternated this with a constant up-and-down movement, while reaching down and shoving one of her large nipples into my mouth. I accommodated her by sucking and biting on her gargantuan titties. I felt her cum two more times while working her cunt on me. After my fuck fest with Kelly I lasted a pretty long time.

Finally I had to give in and I blasted a large amount of my cum into her juicy quim. I had to admit she was quite a fuck. She just got up, got dressed, and said, “Thanks, Sammy, the girls weren’t lying, you are good with your mouth and your cock.” She walked out the door to the giggles and whoops of the girls in the other room. I wouldn’t have chosen to fuck Donna, but I wasn’t sorry I had.

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Monday at school Gerald came up to me again with a cheeky grin and said, “so you were at it again over the weekend, you stud, you?”

“Gerald, what in the hell are you talking about?”

“First it was DJ, now it’s Kelly Manners. Man, you’re a stallion that only runs with the best, aren’t you?”

“So who did you hear this from?”

“Brandi Janus is talking about it all over school again.”

“I’m not going to discuss this with you, Gerald, it’s private.”

“Okay, okay, buddy, I understand integrity and all that, I got it.”

“Thanks Gerry, I appreciate you respecting my privacy.”

“The only problem is, Sammy, everybody else isn’t respecting your privacy.”

The rest of the day went the same as it had on Friday, with the strange looks from girls in all my classes this time. When our group practiced I still kept getting funny looks from Charlie. It almost looked as if there was a low longing in her eyes. Tommy, our rhythm guitar player, had always had a thing for Charlie, but it was all one-sided. She had always rebuked his advances. No one else in the band had made a play for her.

We played through all our sets and sounded really well. Gerald said that he had some good news, we had gotten a gig at his sister’s sorority for a party the Friday before Thanksgiving break. The money wasn’t bad and it was going to give us a chance to show our stuff, which could lead to more gigs.

When I got home, I told my family at dinner about the good news of us playing a sorority party. My dad just said, “A target rich environment, my boy, a target rich environment.” Mom smacked him on the arm at this and told him to not encourage be I was still only 18 years old.

I went downstairs to continue working on my programming so I could relax. An hour later, there was a knock at the door and Saffron came down. She just looked at me and asked if I had a second to talk.

“I know I set you up with DJ, Sammy, but I had nothing to do with Kelly. I just don’t want to see you get hurt. Those girls go through guys pretty fast and I just think you might be the flavor of the month. Don’t get yourself hurt. They’re not all old by any means, but they sure have a lot more seasoning. I can’t believe you actually bucked Donna.”

“You can say that again, Saffron, I’m still in a whirlwind. Besides, I didn’t fuck Donna, she fuck me. Don’t worry, I’m not taking it seriously. But what 18-year-old guy is going to turn down pendik escort bayan that opportunity? “

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After the weekend, things cool down a little bit at the Sanderson household. I went about my normal week at school and band practice to prepare for our Friday night gig. I thought we were really ready so we didn’t even practice the night before to rest up for our performance at the sorority. Apparently this was normally a big to do on the University campus. But Thursday, I didn’t have much of a chance to rest up because I had to attend Saffron’s volleyball game. There were a lot of people there so I just sat with Gerald and my parents.

As I was watching, I tended to notice that Donna and CC were really good volleyball players. Donna could set up the front line perfectly for kill shots, assisting in several points for the team. CC was a little dynamo making saves that were just incredible. She would dive for balls that seemed lost and make safe shots that were just incredible. She was obviously the team motivator, keeping everyone fired up. I always had a crush on her, but I was simply amazed with her play. It was obvious to see why she’d gotten her athletic scholarship. What she didn’t have in height she made up for in hustle. After the game, my parents offered to take the mad pack out for some dinner.

I went with them even though I was the target of a lot of kidding. They all said they were going to have to go to the party tomorrow night at the sorority to keep all the women away from me. After making me blush for most of the evening we all went our separate ways. I did keep noticing, however, that the normally friendly looks I got from CC were replaced by scowls. This surprised me immensely, as to the purpose. I couldn’t understand what was wrong with her, or what I had done to piss her off.

At one as I was sleeping in my bed, quite well I might add, all the sudden I felt a presence in my room and a girl crawled into bed with me. I was totally confused, not being totally able to wake up, until the girl whispered in my ear saying, “Sorry Sam, I just needed to be close to you, I hope you don’t mind. She was booting up against me, with naked tits poking me in my bare back. I could tell they were large breasts, so I was sure who it was, “Saffron?”

“Yes, Sammy, who did you think it was going to be?”

“The way my last couple weeks have gone, how would I know? Are you naked?”

“This is for you Sammy, only for you.” And she reached down and grabbed my semi-hard cock, which lurched in her hand. “Ohhhh, someone’s glad I’m here.”

“Saffron, what are you doing?”

“Only what I have been planning for a while. I want you little brother, I have for a while. Although I don’t think I can call you little brother anymore, from what I’m feeling here.”

She began stripping me rather quickly and I was now fully awake. She slid down and swung her head over my lap while pushing me onto my back. She took me into her mouth and started working her magic. When I was completely hard she moved up to straddle my loins and lined up my cock without further foreplay. “Saffron, are you sure?”

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, Sammy.” And she slid down impaling my cock in her warm, wet sheath. I was in heaven, with her working her fine athletic ass up and down on me. I grabbed a hold of her wonderful tight ass and began kneading her buns. When I satisfied myself of her ass cheeks, I pulled my hand around and using my thumb, I began circular pressure on her clit. She started really hunching me then, grinding is hard as she could at the same time. She stiffened and pressed out of her chest and soaked my groin with her girl cum. I told her I was close and she told me I better pull out. She then jumped off me and bent down taking my rigidity in their mouth. I couldn’t last any longer and shot several ribbons of cum into her waiting mouth. She swallowed it all and stood up putting her clothes on.

She just smiled, etc. thank you’s and left. As she was walking upstairs, I heard my mom asked her what she was doing, and she answered that she was putting a load of her clothes in the washer. That seemed to placate mom, and she went on upstairs.

I do have to admit that breakfast that morning was a little weird. My world was topsy-turvy and I could hardly concentrate at school.

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Screen names in this story were invented specifically and only for this story and are not modelled after any person, living or virtual, who might have the same or similar screen names in some environment. Similarity between these screen names and any in use on the internet is purely coincidental. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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Chat Room

LongDongTwelve: Hey, Big38Jugs, I like your name. What’s behind it?

Big38Jugs: I have big tits, idiot! What did you think?

LongDongTwelve: That’s what I hoped. Why does that make me an idiot?

Big38Jugs: That’s the first question I get from every juvenile idiot on the web, just like you.

LongDongTwelve: Doesn’t your name invite that? Why not choose another?

Big38Jugs: Because I have big tits and I like ’em.

LongDongTwelve: I like big tits, too. If you think guys who like big tits are idiots, why did you respond to my text?

Big38Jugs: (after pause) Maybe it’s your name. Or maybe I hoped that at least one idiot would be special, different.

LongDongTwelve: So you like my LongDongTwelve name?

Big38Jugs: I wonder. Do you really have 12 inches?

LongDongTwelve: More like 10. Bigger than average, anyway.

Big38Jugs: Too bad. I like wrapping my big tits around a big cock for a titty fuck.

LongDongTwelve: Where do I get in line for that?

Big38Jugs: No line. Nobody interested. Damn!

LongDongTwelve: I’m interested! What’s wrong? Big tits. love to titty fuck, you sound perfect.

LongDongTwelve: I’d never turn that down!

Big38Jugs: I hide ’em.

LongDongTwelve: WTF! So why the Big38Jugs name?

Big38Jugs: Only here. Shy everywhere else.

LongDongTwelve: What a waste! I want to see your big tits! I want to fuck ’em.

Big38Jugs: Talk to me another time. Have to go.

That exchange blew my mind. I chose my LongDongTwelve name to attract chicks. So far, all I got was a bunch of gay guys who acted all insulted when I told them I wanted chicks. And Big38Jugs. She probably wasn’t a pre-teen playing games, at least that’s what I hoped. I didn’t know what might happen, but my fantasy life needed a boost. Maybe she’d be that boost.

I thought about what we said in our texts. What did she mean? What kind of special was she looking for? What kind of different? Was she lying about having big jugs in the first place? With big jugs, she should be hit on by every guy who knew her. Was she ugly?

LongDongTwelve: Hey, Jugs! How’re they hangin?

Big38Jugs: Is that all you think I am, just jugs?

LongDongTwelve: What’s in a name? That’s all I know about you.

Big38Jugs: True. I don’t know if I like being known for my big tits or not.

LongDongTwelve: You said you liked them.

Big38Jugs: I do. I just get so tired of looking at the top of guys’ heads.

LongDongTwelve: Is that why you hide ’em?

Big38Jugs: Probably.

LongDongTwelve: I want to see.

Big38Jugs: Not in this lifetime. I don’t know you.

LongDongTwelve: So guys notice your big tits and you don’t like it?

Big38Jugs: That’s all they notice.

LongDongTwelve: Are you pretty?

Big38Jugs: People tell me that, when they’re not looking at my tits.

LongDongTwelve: What would a special guy do with your tits?

Big38Jugs: Touch ’em. Lick ’em. Squeeze ’em. Pinch my nipples.

Big38Jugs: Fuck ’em if they do the rest right.

LongDongTwelve: You’ll have to touch, squeeze and pinch for me. Are they naked right now?

Big38Jugs: Bra and sweatshirt.

LongDongTwelve: Take ’em off.

Big38Jugs: Can’t, not here, not now.

LongDongTwelve: Pinch a nipple for me, through the bra.

Big38Jugs: OK.

LongDongTwelve: What’s going on? You haven’t texted for several minutes.

Big38Jugs: Kind of busy right now.

LongDongTwelve: Rub your crotch with one of your hands.

Big38Jugs: Can’t, jeans are too thick, too tight.

LongDongTwelve: OK, both hands on your tits, then. Pinch your nipples. Rub all over your tits.

LongDongTwelve: You’re taking a while. Does it feel good?

Big38Jugs: Y

LongDongTwelve: Squeeze ’em like I would. I want to know how they bounce, how heavy they are.

She didn’t text for a while. Was she really playing with herself? Were her hands too busy to type?

Big38Jugs: That was nice.

LongDongTwelve: Did you cum from playing with your tits?

Big38Jugs: Yeah.

LongDongTwelve: Even through the armor plate?

Big38Jugs: Yeah, felt good. Haven’t felt like that for a long time.

LongDongTwelve: Because you were touching for me?

Big38Jugs: Uh huh.

LongDongTwelve: You need to dress differently the next time we chat.

Big38Jugs: Yes.

LongDongTwelve: Better access, less armor plate. Maybe naked.

Big38Jugs: Can’t be naked, not here.

LongDongTwelve: What? You’re at a cyber café?

Big38Jugs: Funny. No. Someone might peek in.

LongDongTwelve: No door lock?

Big38Jugs: Might be able to arrange that.

LongDongTwelve: Then you could suck bursa escort your nipples for me.

Big38Jugs: Trying to get me going again?

LongDongTwelve: Every chance I get. Tell me what you did, how you came.

Big38Jugs: Not now. Maybe next time.

LongDongTwelve: Tease!

Big38Jugs: Guys call me that just because I have big tits. I don’t intentionally tease.

LongDongTwelve: Why not? You have the equipment, just need the attitude.

Big38Jugs: Have to think about that.

LongDongTwelve: Will you tell me what you did? How you made yourself cum?

Big38Jugs: Yes. Just not now. Have to go.

LongDongTwelve: Bye. Dress sexy next time.

Big38Jugs: OK. Bye.

There it was. She just wanted to be appreciated. She loved being touched and loved touching herself. I guessed she was afraid of something at the same time. She got off when I told her how to touch herself. Not only that, I didn’t represent what she was afraid of.

I thought about what her body must be like, at least what she reported about it. She had big tits. Big tits tend to hang lower than little tits, so maybe she sagged a little. She hinted that she might kiss her nipples for me, that she might get excited doing it. That would be hot.

In our first chat, she claimed that she loved a titty fuck. What would that feel like?

I imagined my cock between her mounds, surrounded by the soft skin, cradled by her resilient flesh. As I stroked, my cock got really hard. Stories of titty fucks usually included some licking and sucking. How would her mouth feel on my cock?

I got more excited, thinking about my cock, her tits, her mouth. Stories also ended with her sucking cum out of a cock, getting a facial or getting a pearl necklace. How great would that be?

I felt my orgasm approaching, excited by fucking her tits, more excited by her licking and sucking my cock, most excited by cumming in her mouth with her eagerly swallowing all of my cum.

Faster than I thought possible, I shot my jism into the air. It hit my chin and I got another big blast thinking about my cum hitting her face. The next three blasts decorated the front of my shirt. The rest dribbled over my hand and down my cock. God, that was hot!

When I relaxed from my orgasm, I realized that I had a problem. I hurried to clean as much of my cum as possible off of my shirt. Would Mom smell it when she did my laundry? How could I disguise it?

I tucked my cock away, then picked up my half-done Coke. I poured it over the front of my shirt, making sure I hit all the places my cum had hit.

“Shit!” I cried loudly. I jumped up out of my chair and rushed out of my room.

“What’s wrong?” Mom asked, rushing out of her home office.

“I just spilled my Coke all over myself,” I explained, pulling at my shirt to keep the wet cloth away from my skin.

“Take it off, we’ll clean it right away,” she said.

I pulled my shirt over my head and handed it to her. I hoped she’d just deal with the Coke and wash it right away, not sniff for other substances.

I watched as Mom walked away toward the laundry room. Her jeans were tight enough to accentuate the nice shape of her ass. As far as I was concerned, it was perfect. Maybe some women’s hips get wider when they have babies but Mom’s just looked right, with some flair but not too much. Her rounded cheeks were firm. I always enjoyed watching her walk. Her ass moved in fascinating ways. I didn’t really pay any attention to her shapeless sweatshirt, it was such a routine part of her wardrobe.

Relieved that I had probably gotten away with cumming on my shirt, I returned to my room to think some more. Maybe I could jerk off thinking about Big38Jugs again, maybe not. She was an enigma but seemed responsive. What should I tell her to do when we chatted again?

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LongDongTwelve: Hey, Jugs. I’m glad to see you here again. Wish I could see you for real.

Big38Jugs: Pervert.

LongDongTwelve: Just because I like big tits and you have some, doesn’t make me a pervert.

Big38Jugs: I still think you’re a pervert.

LongDongTwelve: OK, I’m a pervert. I jacked off thinking about fucking your big tits.

Big38Jugs: You did?

LongDongTwelve: Damn straight. Felt good, too.

Big38Jugs: I hope so.

LongDongTwelve: Are you dressed sexy?

Big38Jugs: More so, still have to be careful here.

LongDongTwelve: Tell me about it.

Big38Jugs: Someone still might peek in.

LongDongTwelve: I meant about what you’re wearing.

Big38Jugs: Oh. Same sweatshirt, no bra. Wrap-around skirt, no panties.

LongDongTwelve: That’s hot! We’ll get you naked, yet.

LongDongTwelve: I like you not wearing your 38DD bra.

Big38Jugs: You don’t know anything about bra sizes, do you?

LongDongTwelve: Your name says 38. You say you have big tits.

Big38Jugs: My bra size is 34DD. The 34 is chest size, just below my tits.

Big38Jugs: The DD says how big my tits are. 38 is my measurement.

Big38Jugs: You’re not likely to get me naked here. Too many people might peek in.

LongDongTwelve: bursa escort bayan Ready to touch yourself, for me?

Big38Jugs: Yes, please.

LongDongTwelve: This is so hot! Lift a tit and suck your nipple.

Big38Jugs: Can’t, someone might peek in.

LongDongTwelve: We have to get a lock on your door or get you to someplace where nobody will peek.

Big38Jugs: I’ll see about the lock.

LongDongTwelve: OK. Slide your hands under your big tits, like I wish I was doing right now.

LongDongTwelve: Lift ’em to feel how heavy and bouncy they are. Caress the soft skin. I wish I had my hands on your soft skin.

LongDongTwelve: Rub around softly until you capture your nipples between your thumbs and fingers.

LongDongTwelve: Squeeze your nipples, squeeze and twist. I wish I had your nipples in my hands.

Big38Jugs: Me, too.

LongDongTwelve: Pinch and pull your nipples. Imagine how I would suck and bite them.

LongDongTwelve: Slide a hand between your legs. Touch your pussy. When it’s wet, push some fingers inside.

LongDongTwelve: Finger yourself until you’re sloshing.

LongDongTwelve: Rub your clit. Pinch your nipple and rub your clit until you cum.

LongDongTwelve: Pinch and rub. Make your pussy slosh once in a while but make yourself cum.

LongDongTwelve: Cum for me, Jugs. I wish I were there, fingering your pussy, pinching one nipple and biting the other one.

I didn’t text for a little while. Was she masturbating according to my directions?

Big38Jugs: Oh, my god!

LongDongTwelve: Did you cum for me?

Big38Jugs: Hell, yes! It was amazing. My hands are shaking.

LongDongTwelve: I’m going to jack off, thinking about your fingering yourself for me.

Big38Jugs: I might masturbate a few times, too. I’m glad I met you.

LongDongTwelve: I wish I could see you giving yourself pleasure.

Big38Jugs: Can’t, not in my office. Really lucky nobody peeked in just now.

Big38Jugs: I can’t do that again, too risky.

LongDongTwelve: Maybe you can talk maintenance into putting a lock on your door.

LongDongTwelve: You do have stuff in your office that’s valuable, don’t you, stuff to protect?

Big38Jugs: Maybe.

LongDongTwelve: If you need to make presentations for clients or bigwigs, you might need a camera on your computer.

LongDongTwelve: Maybe your IT people can hook one up for you.

Big38Jugs: Fun thoughts.

LongDongTwelve: Once in a while, you could make an interesting video for me.

LongDongTwelve: Show me your tits. Show me your pussy. Play with yourself for me.

Big38Jugs: You’re nasty

LongDongTwelve: I’d rather do you myself.

Big38Jugs: I like that thought.

LongDongTwelve: Ready to go again? Your pussy needs my loving attention.

Big38Jugs: No more today. Next time.

LongDongTwelve: Dress sexy. Think about cameras and locks.

Big38Jugs: No promises, but OK.

LongDongTwelve: I have my hard cock in my hand, thinking about you.

Big38Jugs: Tell me about it next time.

LongDongTwelve: It’s a date.

Big38Jugs: I like that. Have to go. Bye.

LongDongTwelve: Bye, Jugs. I’ll be fantasizing about you.

Big38Jugs: Me, too. Bye.

LongDongTwelve: Bye.

She was so hot! Had she really cum because of what I told her to do? She seemed receptive, even eager to chat more, maybe play more.

I decided I was too thirsty to jack off, at least for the moment. I got up and walked out of my room toward the kitchen. As I passed Mom’s office, I wondered if she might be thirsty, too. I knocked on her door.

“Yes?” Mom called.

I opened the door and stuck my head in. Just as I did, she dropped a paper on the floor. As she bent to pick it up, I noticed that she was wearing a skirt rather than her normal jeans. I also noticed that her shapeless sweatshirt bounced and bobbed as though she were bra-less underneath.

As I took a breath, to speak, I noticed an aroma. “Mom, I’m getting a soda. Do you want one?” I asked.

“If you would, please,” she responded. “Whatever you’re having will be fine.”

“OK, I’ll be right back,” I said.

As I continued to the kitchen, I wondered. Why did Mom’s room smell like she had masturbated? Suspicions crowded my mind but I pushed them aside. I couldn’t think about Mom that way.

Returning from the kitchen, I didn’t knock, instead opening the door to Mom’s office and walking in. Did she jerk her hand from between her thighs?

“Here’s your soda, Mom,” I said, placing the cold can on a deckle on her desk.

“Thanks, Sweetie,” she acknowledged.

I took a deep breath before turning to leave her office. The aroma of feminine arousal was definite. Mom was excited.

I returned to my room and looked over the record of my chat with Big38Jugs. She seemed hesitant yet eager. Could someone like Mom act like that?

Thoughts and hopes swamped me for the rest of the day until Mom called me for supper.

We ate in silence for a few minutes.

“Rusty, can you do me a couple of favors?” Mom asked.

“Sure, escort bursa Mom, just ask,” I agreed.

“I don’t have enough time to keep the house as clean as I want,” she announced. “If I hire a maid, I want to be able to lock my office. Can you install a lock for me?”

“Sure, that’s simple,” I agreed. I had installed a couple of doorknobs before and the instructions that came with them were easy to follow. Locking doorknobs couldn’t be much worse.

“One other thing,” she continued uneasily. “I have to make some presentations for my clients. Could you hook up a camera on my computer so I can record my charts and make my presentation at the same time?”

“That’s easy, too,” I agreed. “Sure, I can do that. What else can I do for you, Mom? I don’t feel like I do enough for you as it is. If you need any other favors, just ask.”

“I will,” she agreed with a relieved smile.

After supper, more thoughts raged through my head like a flood in a narrow canyon. Was it possible? It couldn’t be, could it? Surely Mom’s clothing and her requests for a lock and camera were coincidences. Weren’t they?

The next day, I bought the lockset and camera for Mom, plus a camera for my computer. By suppertime, I had them all installed and tested. I showed Mom how to work her camera, how to turn it on and off. I had her make a silly presentation, reciting Mary Had a Little Lamb on video. I showed her how to take still pictures, how to aim the camera and how to zoom in and out. Then I presented her with the only key to the lock on her office door.

Later that evening, I signed on to the chat room again.

LongDongTwelve: Hey, Jugs. I wish I could see you.

Big38Jugs: I’ll bet you do. You’d like what I’m wearing.

LongDongTwelve: Do I have to guess or will you tell me?

Big38Jugs: I’ll tell. Just panties. I have a towel on my chair in case I get too wet.

LongDongTwelve: Wow! You’re there late. Nobody to peek in at this hour?

Big38Jugs: No, you were right about maintenance and IT. They installed my stuff today.

LongDongTwelve: You must have some pull with the company.

Big38Jugs: You’d be surprised.

LongDongTwelve: When do I get to see you?

Big38Jugs: Not my face. What else would you like to see?

LongDongTwelve: I’m a guy. Tits, ass, pussy, you masturbating. That’s a start.

Big38Jugs: You make me laugh. I like that. I’ll see what I can do.

Big38Jugs: You have to show me your hard-on, though. And masturbate for me.

LongDongTwelve: I suppose that’s fair. I lied to you, though.

Big38Jugs: When, about what?

LongDongTwelve: I don’t have a 10 inch cock, just 8½.

Big38Jugs: I had a boyfriend, once, with a cock like that, before I got married.

Big38Jugs: When we fucked together, just right, he rubbed my cervix.

Big38Jugs: We worked together a lot to get it just right. Heavenly!

LongDongTwelve: I’d like to do that.

Big38Jugs: Me, too.

LongDongTwelve: When?

Big38Jugs: When, what?

LongDongTwelve: When can we work together to get it just right?

Big38Jugs: I don’t know. Have to think about it.

Big38Jugs: I have to get some work done. Let’s chat tomorrow.

LongDongTwelve: Can’t wait. Will you be naked?

Big38Jugs: Maybe. We’ll see.

LongDongTwelve: I hope so!

Big38Jugs: You do make me laugh. Get out of here. Bye.

LongDongTwelve: Bye, Jugs. Can’t wait to get my hands on you.

Big38Jugs: Bye.

LongDongTwelve: Bye.

I couldn’t help myself. I was so excited by the thought of finally seeing Big38Jugs’ jugs that I had to jack off. Again. I had practically worn my dick out thinking about her. On the other hand, I knew from extensive practice, just how much cum I was likely to spew. So I never repeated that surprise shot when I messed up my shirt.

I even made sure that the tissues I used didn’t hang around and stink up my room. Mom told me, several times, how pleased she was that I kept my room so neat and that I took out the trash so often. She was even more pleased when I offered to empty the waste baskets in her office and bedroom. She accepted happily.

I was happy to help Mom out but surprised at how often I smelled particular aromas in both rooms. Her perfume was a constant, always present in both rooms. I loved that smell. The other noticeable aroma, often present in both rooms, was aroused woman. I couldn’t figure out if it was more often in her office or her bedroom. Her bedroom I could understand even though she wasn’t dating anyone I knew about. But her office seemed a little kinky. What was she doing in her office?

Big38Jugs: Looking for me?

LongDongTwelve: Every time I turn around. I really want to see your tits, . . . and everything.

Big38Jugs: Check your in-box. What do you think of this?

LongDongTwelve: Hang on.

I checked my in-box and, sure enough, there was something from Big38Jugs. I opened it and studied the picture. The breast was lovely, almost perfect. But the picture was grainy.

LongDongTwelve: Nice picture, but it’s not you.

Big38Jugs: What do you mean?

LongDongTwelve: She’s the playmate of the month from February. She’s my recent favorite.

LongDongTwelve: I have the issue right here.

LongDongTwelve: I was hoping for a picture or video of you.

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I run into you in Harvard Square. I haven’t seen you in ages, and can’t believe how sexy you look with your new haircut. I cut a dashing figure in my black wool pants, blue shirt, and brown jacket. We say hello. I’m in town for a conference, was going to look you up. You prim your hair a bit, and I know you’re glad to see me … I brazenly suggest you skip work today, and come with me to my hotel room. You stumble over your words, stunned at so brazen a suggestion. Then a “yes” escapes your lips, and we are off in a cab for my hotel downtown.

The cab stops at the Four Seasons, and you turn to grin at me, surprised that I should be staying in so luxurious a place, but eager to see just what those rooms are like. We walk quickly and silently to the elevator, where I take you in my arms just as the door closes. I kiss you deeply, invading your mouth with my tongue, so eager to penetrate you in every way. The door opens. We quickly separate, but you can feel your panties start to get moist as others file into the elevator. You wonder if they can tell from the blush on your cheeks that you’re aroused, that you’re eager to get fucked. You feel your nipples harden under your bra, and watch as the numbers climb to my floor.

The doors open and we go out, immediately embracing as they close again. Did I grab you to me too quickly? Did the people on the elevator see us? I smile, and take you by the hand to my room at the end of the hall. The door opens to reveal a stunning view of the Common, and a large, comfortable bed nearby. You go to it, and feel how soft the comforter is, as I take up the phone and mumble some things to room service.

I turn to you smiling. You look so sexy in your white blouse and skirt, ready for work. So professional. I look alluring in my blue shirt, which I start to unbutton a bit as my eyes draw you near. tuzla escort You stroll towards me, unbidden and full of desire. I take my hands from my shirt to your blouse and unbutton it a bit as I stare into your eyes, wondering what they will look like when you are full of my cock, when you are cumming as I shoot deep, deep inside you.

I can feel my cock hardening in my pants as my hands wander down your body, grazing lightly over your breasts and pausing at your hips, pulling you toward me. You can feel me getting hard for you, and you grin mischievously as our faces draw ever closer. We can feel each other’s breath as my hands slide down your thighs, pulling up your skirt. You feel a bit exposed, but so eager to have me inside you. Our lips meet, and we kiss lightly as my hands slip under your skirt, cupping your ass.

Suddenly, I turn you around, so that you’re facing the window, the city laid out before you. You instinctively grab the railing in front of the window as I caress your ass, your thighs, slowly coming down to my knees behind you. You feel me unzip your skirt, and it drops to the floor. You step out of it, and spread your legs a little wider than they had been.

I run my tongue along your neck, your hair pulled back, as I cup your ass with both hands, feeling its softness through the delicious texture of your black pantyhose. I kneel behind you and kiss, caressing your ass and legs. You close your eyes to enjoy the sensations. You feel me tear your hose open between your legs, and feel my fingers slide in, caressing your pussy lips through your panties. They’re so silky, and getting moister all the time as my hot breath seeps through them to your damp cunt.

I step away. You stay where you are, assuming I am undressing, getting ready for you. Then you hear a voice. You turn, startled, to see that room service tuzla escort bayan has come in with a bottle of champagne and a jug of orange juice. The handsome young man is shocked to see you there, in your blouse and hose, your shoes still on, looking like you’re about to get fucked. He eyes you up and down, wanting you, as you stand there, too surprised and embarassed to cover yourself up. I clear my throat, and he brusquely takes the tip I’m offering him, and hurries out.

You eye me angrily, when I suddenly and roughly take you in my arms again, kissing you passionately as I pull you to me. I stifle your protests with my kisses, and slowly you realize how exciting it has been to be on display for a moment, to have had a stranger know, without doubt, that you were here this morning for one reason only. You start kissing me passionately, your hands fumbling to open my shirt, and mine yours. I expose your breasts, and the lacey bra that holds them, and bring my mouth to them, sucking, kissing, biting.

Then I turn you around again. You do so eagerly, anxious to be taken in any way. You feel my hands at your wrists, tying you to the railing with silk neckties. This time you keep your eyes open, looking at the people in the streets, in the windows of other buildings, wondering whether anyone will look your way, wondering whether anyone will be able to see your face as my cock enters you for the first time that day.

You feel my hand on your pussy and you moan. I rub you through your panties. I tease your hardening clit as you moan ever more loudly. You want so much to reach up, to touch your breasts, to play with your clit, but you can’t. You struggle against your bonds as you feel me pull your panties aside and rub your hole with the head of my cock.

The world on the other side of the window is now just a dim blur as all your escort tuzla senses focus on the hard, warm, rod that is slowly thrusting into you, gradually stretching you, little by little filling you. You press back against me, wanting me inside, and I grab your hips, pulling you onto me.

We fuck passionately, grinding into each other, still partially dressed, in full view of whomever cares to look up. It feels like the eyes of all Boston are on you as your orgasm builds, as your wetness drips down your legs, soaking your pantyhose. I can’t believe the textures. Your hose against my hands, your panties rubbing against my cock and balls as I fuck you deep and hard. My arms aroudn you, playing with your clit, your tits, still clad in lace. You feel your body start to tighten, then to quiver.

Screaming, you explode before the window, the city. You feel my cum squirt into you deep, as I pound you against the window. Your tits and face pressed against it, you open your eyes and revel in how exposed you are. I pull out, and you feel my cum run out of you and down your legs.

Later, you dress and do your best to cover up the tears and stains in your hose. The room is a mess. The fine sheets on the bed crumpled with sweat and cum. I lie there spent, with the taste of your cunt still on my lips, my cock still wet with your juices and mine, as I watch you put yourself together. The remains of our mimosas, and of lunch, and of dinner, sit on the table. I stand to kiss you, to embrace you, and we say our goodbyes.

From the lobby, you can see how dark it’s gotten outside, and you peek out to see if the cab we called has arrived. The bellboy that brought us our drinks is still working. He’s off to the side, glancing at you and whispering to his friend. You smile at him impishly, and he smiles back, meekly, embarassed. You walk up to him, take out one of your cards, and hand it to him. He takes it, incredulous, as you turn away quickly. Over your shoulder, you throw him one last smile, knowing you will be back at the Four Seasons soon. Very soon.

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I am a divorcee with 2 kids – Suzy and Bob. I had spent Thursday night with a young whore named Runt. She got her name because she was the smallest in a set of quadruplets. The quads were Runt and her three brothers; Mark, Steve, and Tom. Runt set me up with a date with her mom, Paula, and we ended up in bed. Only when we were done fucking did we realize we were not alone in the house. I left and went home where I saw my daughter being fucked in her bed.

*

I woke up early the next morning. I hadn’t had much sleep, but felt very refreshed and alive. I headed for the shower and looked out the window and saw my daughter’s boyfriend’s car was still parked outside. Guessing that they had fallen asleep and not wanting to see the guy, I made more noise than usual. My daughter’s name is Suzy and while I took my shower I hummed Wake up Little Susie and imagined her frantically getting her boyfriend up and out the door. I never really liked Suzy’s boyfriend and really didn’t want to see him, so I took my time. When I got out, I dried off and slipped on a T-shirt and sweat pants. I looked out the window again and was relieved to see his car was gone. As I opened my door I hear Suzy starting her shower. Suddenly I was famished.

I went downstairs and checked the fridge. Not much there so I jumped in the car and went to the grocery store. I picked up bacon, eggs, potatoes and bread. When I returned home, Suzy was in the kitchen and had made coffee. She was wearing a T-shirt and sweat pants. Despite her comfortable clothing, she looked uncomfortable and was avoiding my looks. I imagine she was thinking about how I was going to react to having her boyfriend spend the night. Her mother would have been hysterical and I imagine she was waiting for me to blow my top. I avoided it all together and told her I was going to make her a big breakfast.

She smiled and poured two cups of coffee while I started frying up the bacon. We made small talk, completely avoiding the subject of our dates. I could tell she was dying to ask me about mine, but was probably afraid it would lead into me asking her about hers.

Finally after we had ate, I pushed my chair back and asked her how her evening was.

“OK,” she said, “but I’m really interested in hearing how yours was.”

“Way bursa escort to dodge the question,” I thought. “It was fantastic,” I said.

I told her about the evening and her face just beamed with happiness. Finally I got to the part where Paula and I had returned to her house.

“Before I go on we need to discuss some things,” I told her. “Looking back, for most of the time I was married to your mother, I was living a lie. I think the only thing that I’ve been honest about over the past twenty years has been my love and pride of you and your brother. The sad thing is that until two days ago, even I didn’t realize what a load of BS my life was. Runt and Paula helped me tremendously by allowing me to see that clearly.”

Suzy stared at me, unsure of where this was going. Suddenly the conversation had taken an unexpected and very heavy turn. “I’m not sure I know what you mean, Dad,” she said.

“Suzy, I stood there and let your Mom turn me into a miserable church going lemming who didn’t have the courage to stop her. I even let her pile that shit on you and your brother. I’m so sorry about that. Her and her religion set the stage for all this. Last year when she left I thought I was free, but over the last few days I discovered I wasn’t. Honesty is the way. I swear to you that I’m going to live my life honestly. I’m going to be completely honest with you and your brother.

Tears were welling in Suzy’s eyes. “I still don’t understand Dad,” she said.

I laughed and hugged her. “It’s OK Suzy, it’s OK. I just needed to tell you that before I tell you any more about Runt and Paula.”

I continued the story, leaving nothing out. I explained that Runt was a whore and that I had been visiting whorehouses since I had been promoted. I told her how I first talked to Paula and how nervous I was about meeting her.

“Wow Dad no wonder you were so nervous getting ready last night,” Suzy remarked.

I told her about the conversation Paula and I had before she sucked me off. I even told Suzy about how I came on Paula’s dress. Finally I told her how I had ended up coming home after I had told her I was going to spend the night at Paula’s.

“I wanted you to know that I wasn’t spying on you or trying to trap you. It just happened to play out that way last night. Oh, and by the way, you should probably shut the door when you are being fucked, unless you like being watched,” bursa escort bayan I said smiling.

Suzy was going from pale to red as I finished. “Oh my God, Dad. I am so sorry. It will never happen again,” she said.

“Suzy haven’t you been listening to me? I don’t care if it happens again. I want it to happen again, if that is what you want. The only thing I don’t want is for you to be sneaking around.”

Suzy sat back staring at me. “So you don’t mind if I have Brian over to sleep with me?”

“I don’t mind if he sleeps with you. I don’t mind if he fucks you. I just want you to be happy and be honest,” I said than added, “so don’t say sleep if you mean fuck. I know you know those words. I heard you yelling them last night.”

“DADDY!”

I laughed. “Will you be home tonight? I’m thinking I’d try to bring Paula over. I want you to meet her.”

“I’d love to meet her, Daddy,” Suzy said. “Maybe I’ll ask Brian over.”

“That would be great honey,” I said, but she must have seen the disappointment in my face

“I don’t think you are being honest, Daddy.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I just don’t like him. He’s always been nice to me, but there is just something about him. But if you want him, bring him.”

“Is it because we were together last night?” Suzy asked.

“Together? Say what you mean,” I said.

“OK, Daddy,” Suzy said. “Is it because you saw him fucking me last night?”

“Not really, but I would like to see you with a guy who is hung better than him,” I laughed.

“Is he really all that small?” she asked.

“Well I’m no expert, but he sure looked small to me last night.”

“His is the only one I’ve ever seen,” she said.

I noticed her nipples had become hard under her T-shirt. I picked up our coffee mugs. “Want a refill?” I asked and stood up. She nodded but was looking at the bugle my cock was making in my sweats. I returned with the coffee and sat down.

“Those sweats look uncomfortable Daddy. Did I do that?” She asked.

“It’s this whole conversation. I really need to get out of these sweats. Would you mind? I mean it’s just another cock,” I said. Maybe I was afraid of what she might say, so I didn’t wait for an answer. Instead I stood up and pulled my sweats down. I hadn’t put on underwear so my cock was out. She stared at it.

“Wow your’s is a lot bigger than Brian’s. Runt swallowed that escort bursa whole thing? That’s incredible. I doubt if it would fit inside my vagina, Suzy said.

I laughed and wagged my finger at her as I playfully scolded her. “Honey, you’re not in school and I’m not a doctor. Don’t say vagina, penis, or testicles. Girls have pussies or cunts and tits, jugs, boobs or breasts. Guys have cocks, pricks, or dicks and balls.”

Suzy laughed, “OK! OK! Thanks Dad, but I still don’t think it would fit inside of my pussy.”

“I guarantee it would,” I said.

“I don’t know,” she replied.

“I suppose we could try,” I said.

“Really?” she said. “Do you really think we should?”

“Honestly? Yes!” I replied.

I stood, lifted her up and carried her to my bedroom. I pulled her T-shirt up over her head, exposing her tits. They were gorgeous. She looked to be a B cup with small pink aureoles and small hard nipples. I stripped off her sweatpants and panties.

“Honey, you are absolutely beautiful,” I said.

I lay back on the bed with my cock standing straight up. I held her hand as she carefully positioned herself over my prick.

She looked down at me. “Mom would say we will we go to hell for this. Think she could be right?”

“Who gives a shit? If we do, at least we will be there together,” I said.

She laughed and started lowering herself into me. She was very tight, but wet. She lowered herself up and down on it three or four times before the entire thing had disappeared inside of her. She stopped and looked at me, smiled, and bent down and kissed me. This kiss was like no other we had ever shared. This was a lovers kiss, deep and hard. I thought about rolling her over and giving her a good hard fucking but decided to let her stay in control.

She rose up and started to lift herself up and down on my cock. Her hand reached down and caressed my balls. I reached up and played with her tits.

She started moaning and I knew she was getting close to an orgasm. I helped balance her by holding a hand in each of mine and I had a memory flash of holding hands with her when I taught her to roller skate. The orgasm hit her and she dropped forcefully on my cock. She put her head back and let out a long moan. Watching her ecstasy brought me on and I started flooding her tight little cunt with my hot cum.

After she quieted down she smiled and lifted herself off me. She snuggled against me and I pulled a sheet over our naked bodies. I could feel the wetness of her pussy against my leg as she gave me a light kiss. We were soon asleep, each of us totally relaxed.

(to be continued)

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Disclaimer: All sexual activity described in this story is between fictional characters over the age of 18.

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The first time my relationship with my sister Annie changed was after our dad died. Her mom had died a decade before, so she was now an orphan. As Annie was 16, the court was requiring that she have a guardian until she was 18. In the meantime, she was stuck in foster care. She’d even needed the foster family’s permission to attend the joint birthday party my mom threw for my 20th birthday and Annie’s 17th. At Annie’s request, I agreed to try to become her guardian, although I was in college in Boulder, Colorado at the time and lived with my mother otherwise. I was only 20, but I was Annie’s only blood relative closer than some 2nd cousins on Dad’s side.

I was sitting in the courtroom, as nervous as I’d ever been, wearing a new suit that was a bit too warm for the July weather. My lawyer, Jacob Gooley, was sitting beside me.

The bailiff intoned, “All rise! This session of the Marin County Family Court is now in session, the honorable Maxine Jorgenson presiding.”

I stood as requested, wiping my sweaty hands across my suit pants.

“You may be seated,” the judge said. “In the matter of the application of Tyler Campbell to become the guardian for his minor half-sister Anne Campbell, I am unable to approve the application.”

I heard Annie start to softly cry behind me.

The judge continued, “Mister Campbell, I have only one objection to your application. You are a student at an out of state university, with two years remaining to complete your degree, yet you indicate that it is your intention that your sister live in your father’s home while she attends her senior year of high school here in San Rafael, by which time she will be 18 and no longer legally needing a guardian. That very lack of supervision was the reason I denied her petition to become an emancipated minor five months ago. She needs adult supervision that you cannot provide from Colorado. If you can arrange a transfer to a local college and agree to live with your sister, I would reconsider my decision. Until then, your application is denied and your sister remains with the foster family she was assigned after your father’s death.”

My mom surprised me, although I should have expected it, when she stood and said, “Your honor, may I speak?”

“You are?” Judge Jorgenson asked.

“My name is Shelby Campbell, your honor. I’m Tyler’s mother. I was the late John Campbell’s first wife, before Annie was born to his second wife, Maria. While that doesn’t technically make me Annie’s stepmother, I have often thought of her as my stepdaughter, especially after her own mother died when she was six. John frequently turned to me for babysitting, since it meant Annie and Tyler got to spend more time together, including during week-long business trips he needed to make, roughly once each month, usually arranged when Tyler was already going to be in my custody. It was during one of those trips that John died. Annie has had her own bedroom in my home for the last ten years and it was there that I delivered the bad news to her. I should have offered to be her guardian at that very moment, only I hesitated due to the lack of a blood relationship. I wish to make that offer now, in combination with my son. If you would approve his application to be the guardian of Anne’s estate, I would happily be her custodial guardian until she is 18, next March.”

The judge responded, “Mrs. Campbell, I appreciate your willingness to assist your son and his sister, but as you have admitted, you are not Anne’s family.”

“Yes, she is!” protested Annie, jumping to her feet. I turned to look at her, afraid that her outburst would hurt Mom’s chances to intercede. This was out of character for her, she was usually quieter and reserved. She’d changed a lot in the nine months since Dad died.

“Be quiet, Miss Campbell,” warned the judge.

“I absolutely consider Aunt Shelby to be part of my family, regardless of biology or marriage.” Annie countered. “You’ve just heard her say the same.”

“She is not your aunt, either,” said the judge, beginning to sound irritated.

Annie said, “It’s the name I grew up calling her, Judge Jorgenson. It wasn’t until my 10th birthday party that I learned, from her parents, that it was an honorary title and why she also wasn’t technically my stepmother. Fifteen minutes later, as I blew out my birthday candles, I wished my dad would remarry Shelby, so that the four of us could live together as one family, instead of in two homes across town from each other. I made the same wish the next two birthdays, too. I wanted Shelby to be my mom, your honor, and have always considered her house to be my second home. I would like it to be my first home, now. If my dad had remarried her, would your opinion of her guardianship request be different?”

“Certainly. She would have been your step-mother, legally,” the judge said.

Annie asked, “So, because Shelby married my dad before he married my mom, instead of after, she’s not my family, no bursa escort matter what our hearts feel? But a pair of total strangers are preferable in the eyes of the court? The Josts are nice people, but they’re not my family, to any degree. Shelby and Tyler are my family, regardless of legal relationship. Tyler is my big brother, not just my half-brother. As many as three weeks out of four, he and I lived together, with the third week at Shelby’s house when my dad traveled. She helped raise me, just like a step-mom would, the only mom I really remember. Shelby and I are mother and daughter in our hearts, your honor, which I think matters a great deal more than any legalities. Please approve her petition and let me move into her home, my home, rather than my father’s house.” The tear that rolled down her cheek as she finished put an emotional exclamation point on what she had said.

The judge sat for two minutes, considering it, before saying, “Alright. Presuming the completion and formal approval of an amended guardianship application, I am ordering that Miss Anne Campbell be released from the foster care system and be allowed to move into the home of Mrs. Shelby Campbell and her son Tyler Campbell, with Mrs. Campbell to take responsibility for Miss Campbell’s behavior until she turns 18. Mister Gooley, have that amended application on my clerk’s desk by noontime tomorrow. Bailiff, call the next case.”

“Thank you, your honor,” I said, thrilled with the outcome. Annie could come home.

Annie was already hugging Mom tight before I even got up from the table, shook Mr. Gooley’s hand and joined them. My lawyer hadn’t had to say anything. I almost wished I had only needed to pay him by the word. “Let’s go home,” I said, steering the two of them into the aisle and out of the courtroom.

As executor of her estate, I had the responsibility to safeguard Annie’s finances, while Mom took charge of the day-to-day oversight of her, not that she was an irresponsible kid. It took some balancing to be both her substitute parent and her brother at the same time. Especially when she needed to ask me for access to her own money that she’d inherited from Dad. But we made it work, happy that we could spend more time together until I returned to school and dealing with the few issues that came up while I was at school.

~~~~~

Of course, the second time our relationship changed was when those guardianships mostly expired, on her 18th birthday, back in March, which coincided with Spring Break. We were back to being just brother and sister, now that she was legally an adult. Mom retained her right to list Annie as a dependent for purposes of taxes and health insurance, but Annie was now free to leave, if she wished. She didn’t.

We held Annie’s birthday party separately from mine, because hers was the bigger milestone. The ‘we’ consisted of a small group consisting of Mom, Annie’s friends Marissa Gutierrez and Wendy Sharp, Annie’s latest boyfriend Glen Colby, and me. I was home on Spring Break, having celebrated my 21st birthday with the Smith side of the family the weekend before. They did not consider Annie family like my Mom did, in part because of bad blood between them and my Dad over the divorce. Mom and Dad used to throw us joint birthday parties just to get them there to sing Happy Birthday to both of us. If our birthdays hadn’t been 3 days apart, I doubt they would have come for any of Annie’s parties. I couldn’t quite comprehend not wanting to love her.

I hugged her, then said, “Happy Birthday, sis. What’s next, now that you’re free of the court order to live here?”

Annie answered, “I’ve decided I don’t want to move into Dad’s house now that I’m 18, after all. I would rather keep living here through college and Mom agreed to let me. So, either we sell Dad’s house, rent it out, then you can move into it after you graduate next year, or we keep renting it out until I graduate instead. Once we know which of us is ultimately going to live there, we can work out buy-out terms from each other. Or just keep using it as an income property.”

I said, “If we sell it before we’re ready to buy our own houses, we’ll have to pay capital gain taxes on any appreciation since Dad’s death. Renting it out on a 1-year lease makes more sense to me. We’ll see where I wind up finding work, before I decide on living there or not. So, ‘Mom,’ huh? Not ‘Aunt Shelby’ any more?”

Annie blushed, saying, “I finally worked up the courage to ask if I could call her Mom after you went back to school in January. She cried, I cried, you would have made fun of us.”

“Maybe,” I admitted, grinning. “I was actually surprised you didn’t just start doing it after court last summer. You declared pretty clearly that you thought of her as your Mom.”

Annie leaned close and whispered, “Saying that I wanted her to be my mom or step-mom to the judge isn’t the same as actually calling her that, Ty. Honestly, I was afraid to, when I first moved in full-time. It still felt tenuous and temporary, like she could change her mind if I did something wrong and I’d be right back with bursa escort bayan the Josts. But the more time we spent together with you away in Boulder, the more I wanted what was in my heart to be what I called her. It came naturally, once I started.”

“This is our family, sis,” I said, pulling her into a hug. “It’s not split up any more. Nor is it ordered to exist by the court. We get to stay together because we choose it.”

~~~~~

The third time my relationship with Annie changed was two months later, when I finished up my Junior year of college.

My schedule for final exams let me leave campus a day early, on Friday morning, rather than Saturday. I didn’t tell my Mom, hoping to surprise her and Annie. Boy, did I.

I took the Marin Airporter bus home from SFO, then a Lyft the rest of the way. Annie was using Dad’s old Bronco, which we co-owned, while the Jeep Cherokee I bought with life insurance money after Dad died was garaged in Colorado. Mom and I planned to get Annie a new car for her graduation in early June. I’d then have Dad’s to use for the rest of the summer before I returned to Boulder for my senior year.

Around 4 PM, I unlocked the front door and set my two suitcases and backpack down, when I heard the first moan. It caught me so off-guard that I thought it was someone in pain, so I ran towards the sound. As I heard it again, the sounds led me to my mother’s bedroom, its door ajar. I pushed it fully open and froze, my eyes not believing what I saw. My mom and my sister were both naked on Mom’s bed, in a 69 position, Annie on top, both of them shaking against each other’s face and crying out their mutual orgasms.

They didn’t look like they noticed me, so I slowly backed out of the room, returning the door to where it had been, then retreated to my bedroom to deal with the erection that I’d formed.

As I stripped naked and lay back on my bed, my cock grasped by my fingers, the images in my mind as I jacked off fought with the word incest. It wasn’t so much because the two of them were having sex, which isn’t actually incest since they aren’t biologically related. I was thinking about incest because part of me wished that I hadn’t left the room. That I had walked over to the bed and joined Mom in licking Annie’s pussy. Or gotten the two of them to form a daisy chain with me. Those were the images my head was struggling with, while they equally turned me on.

I was rock hard and seconds away from cumming, when the door to my bedroom opened, both of them there, still naked. They wordlessly watched me spurt into the air, splattering down on my chest and stomach. The extra surge of adrenaline at being caught made each spasm more intense, my grunts louder.

When my mind returned to my body, the two of them were sitting on my bed, their hips to either side of mine, looking down at my face. Annie was on my left, Mom on my right.

Mom spoke first, “You’re home early. This isn’t how I wanted you to find out about us, but now you know.”

I responded, “Not the when or the why.”

Annie answered the implied questions, “Last month, three weeks after you went back to school, I caught Gary cheating with Marissa. He had been pressuring me for sex for a while. When I made it clear that I didn’t want to give him my virginity any time soon, he went after my supposedly best friend, then made sure I walked in on them, a lot like you just did. He thought I would join them. I screamed at both of them and left. I came home to Mom for comfort and it turned into… more than that. I hope you can be okay with it, Ty. We love each other.”

I took a deep breath before saying, “Why would I have a problem? Two of the people I love most in this world are finding happiness together. I just…” I couldn’t say it.

“Wish you could, too?” Annie asked. She swiped a finger through one of the puddles on my stomach. “The evidence is clear, your honor. My brother got so turned on seeing his sister and mother making love that he shot off in record time.”

I let out a burst of breath. “I can’t deny that, can I? But, it’s incest, Annie. It’s not incest between you and Mom, but you and me, or Mom and me, those are pretty damned clear.”

I watched Annie stick that goo-covered finger in her mouth and suck it clean, before she leaned close and said, “I don’t care, brother. I want you to make love to me.”

I then watched Mom run her finger through another puddle and repeat the same action. “Doesn’t bother me, either. We were planning to seduce you when you got home. Tomorrow. I didn’t quite expect it to be so easy to get us all naked, though.”

I blinked several times. “Ummm, mind blown to smithereens here, but if that’s the plan, I’d be taking Annie’s virginity. Why me and not Gary?”

Annie took my hand in hers, looking me in the eye, before sighing, then saying, “Dad was supposed to do it, once I was 18. He insisted we wait until then. Now, he’s gone, so I want you to be my first in his place. I love you as much as I loved Dad. I couldn’t exactly tell Gary that, of course. Admitting it to Mom after the escort bursa breakup is part of how we wound up in bed together.”

I shook my head, trying to clear it. “Hang on. Dad divorced Mom just because she admitted to being bisexual and wanted a threesome with another woman. That’s how freaking homophobic he was. You want me to believe he was going to be okay with incest instead?” Although I had been too young to remember their divorce directly, my mom’s parents had voiced more than a few complaints about it and him over the years.

Mom said, “Tyler, public opinion of homosexuality was different 20 years ago. John was different, too. Very repressed because of his parents. People do change, though. Many become less open-minded, but your dad went the other way, opening up. He admitted to me about 5 years ago that he was wrong about homosexuality back then and wrong to demand a divorce, at the same time realizing that he wouldn’t have had Maria and Annie in his life if things had turned out better between us. It didn’t erase all the bad things he said about me during the divorce, but it helped clear the air finally. I can believe that he became open-minded enough that he’d be willing to make love to Annie. He certainly loved her to pieces. Also, I have no reason to doubt Annie when she says it was true.”

I said, “Okay, so that’s Annie’s motivation. What’s yours, Mom?”

Mom took my other hand. “I love you both, equally. I haven’t let the lack of blood relation stop me from loving Annie like a daughter. Why would I let its presence in you determine how I show you my love? If I can be physical with her, why not you?”

“Because it’s not a crime with Annie, but is with me?” I pointed out. “I’m not saying no, Mom, but I just want to understand why you want to run that risk.”

Mom smiled and said, “Because my parents did for me what Annie wanted her Dad to do for her.”

I snorted at the idea of it. “Grandpa Smith took your cherry? Really?”

Mom chuckled at my reaction. “And Mom gave me my first taste of pussy, just like I did for Annie. Taught me how to give a blow job, too. They insisted it be only the one time and we couldn’t speak of it again. I never regretted it. Second most important day in my life, next to giving birth to you. Above even my wedding day. Not that I think you’re still a virgin, but I would have been willing to be your first, too.”

Annie asked, “Was it Lacey?” My girlfriend senior year of high school.

“Yeah,” I answered. “Neither of us were really ready, though. All this buildup around prom and it was just a mess. We got a little better at it before we broke up, but not much. It was a couple of girls in college who really taught me how to make love to them the way they wanted and helped me learn what I like. They only wanted to be my fuck buddy, though, so I haven’t really had a steady girlfriend since Lacey.”

I thought back to Lacey, how much she hurt after I had slammed my cock into her too fast and too soon, bloodily tearing her virginity from her. I didn’t want that for Annie. The idea of Mom teaching me first, had appeal, in hindsight. Was I really going to do this?

“I hope I’m more than that,” Annie said.

I pressed our clasped hands to her heart. “You’re so much more than that, Annie. You’re my sister and I love you, just like I love Mom. That’s why I’m more hesitant about changing that into a physical love than I would be with anyone else. It would change things between us, permanently. I may not want to let you go after just one night.”

Annie raised my hand to her mouth and kissed the back of it, before letting it go to lean down to kiss me on the mouth, pivoting to lay beside me, her head on my shoulder her left leg draped over mine. “Who said anything about just one night? Just because that’s what Mom’s parents wanted? I want you both for the whole summer, at least, before I head up to college and you return to yours. If not the rest of my life.”

“I can’t marry you,” I pointed out, realizing as I said it that I wanted that very thing.

Annie smiled, though. “No, but we could move to another part of the country and pretend to already be married.”

“And never have kids without a huge risk,” I added.

“I never thought I’d have to argue you into this,” she said.

I caressed her cheek, then said, “Annie, let me have more than a few minutes to get used to the idea, okay? You’ve been thinking about it for a month?”

She answered, “Off and on since Dad died, really, but more seriously since my birthday, especially once I was intimate with Mom and she said she’d not only support us, but wanted to participate.”

Looking from Annie to Mom and back, I said, “And I’ve had less than half an hour since I got home. If all I was absorbing was the idea of you and Mom being lovers, I’d still be spinning, okay? Add on the proposition of my becoming intimate with both of you and my brain feels like a tornado. We’re all naked, you’re laying halfway on top of me, skin to skin. I feel your dampness against my hip, your nipples against my side, my left hand’s almost on your butt. My right hand is itching to caress Mom’s boobs. My dick is stiff again, so you know which way it’s voting. If I were a no, those things wouldn’t be happening, okay? Just let me work some of the negatives out in my head, okay?”

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“You won’t have even have to deal with his cock at all,” Susan said. “I’ll handle all of that. I just need you to be eye candy and help out on the rubdown. And you’ll get half.”

Jenny listened to her college roommate’s pitch skeptically but curiously. Susan had been putting herself out on an online classified advertising site for “sensual massage” for a few weeks and had brought back a good amount of money. Now one of her customers was requesting that she bring a friend for a “four-hand” massage, and Jenny was who she turned to for the assist.

They would be quite a complementary pair, Susan with her lush, voluptuous body and cute brunette bob, Jenny with her lean, tall build and long, curly golden hair.

“But I don’t know anything about massage,” Jenny said. “I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“You’re worried about the massage?” Susan said with a giggle. “These guys don’t care about the massage, that’s just to kill time until you jerk them off! He just wants two cute girls to show him their tits and put their hands on him. I’ll give him a handjob, and we’ll get $150 apiece. It’s so easy, and he’s a nice guy, I swear.”

The cash certainly sounded like a good idea to Jenny, and it wasn’t as if they were going to have sex with him, not real sex.

“I don’t know, it still makes me a whore, doesn’t it?” Jenny asked, half-mockingly, but half-seriously.

“You were born a whore, bitch,” Susan joked, giving her a playful slap on the shoulder. “Come on, let’s do this. It’s just an hour, in and out, easy.”

Jenny pursed her lips. “OK, where are we going exactly?”

* * *

On their way to the hotel, Jenny checked herself in the mirror as Susan drove. She was surprised that they weren’t dressed provocatively, but Susan said that the client liked her to arrive in casual clothes, perhaps to avoid suspicion. The clothes would be off when the massage started, anyway.

Displaying herself to a stranger would be a new experience for Jenny. She had always been a shy girl, gawky as a youngster because she was tall for her age. At 5-11 she could be striking, but she didn’t walk with the confidence of women who knew they were desirable. But in private like this, in secret, she thought she could get handle it.

“Do you want to use a fake name?” Susan asked. “Remember, he knows me as Adrienne.”

“Adrienne? That’s so stupid, where did that come from?” Jenny said, chiding her friend. “I’ll just be Jenny, it’s not like I’m ever going to see him again.”

“Well we might, if he likes it!” Susan said. “This is already my third time with him. He’s kind of my ‘regular’ now.”

They pulled into the hotel parking garage, and Susan called up to the room on her cell to let the client know they had arrived.

* * *

“OK, remember, just let me handle everything, he knows this is your first time.” Susan said as they arrived at the suite.

“Yeah, you’ll ‘handle’ it all right,” Jenny said, sticking out her tongue. They knocked.

And when the door opened, Jenny was face-to-face bursa escort with her father.

“Adrienne, this is your friend?” Alan said with a puzzled look on her face. Jenny searched his expression, but it seemed both of them were too shocked to blurt out the seemingly mandatory, “What are YOU doing here?!”

“Yeah, this is Jenny,” Susan said, flouncing her way into the room, with no idea anything was amiss. “I told you she was tall. Isn’t she a hottie?”

“Uh, yes, you both look lovely,” Alan said. It seemed he and Jenny both preferred not to tell Susan the awkwardness of the situation, as it would only bring their embarrassment into the open, rather than remain a secret only they would know. Turning to his young daughter, Alan said, with more than a little interest, “Susan tells me this is your first time doing something like this?”

“Oh yes. I’ve never done anything like this at all. But,” she said, looking her father in the eye, “I think it could be fun. It’s just a nice little backrub, right?”

“Kind of!” Susan said flirtily, letting her hand travel down from Alan’s chest to his crotch, where she gave him a quick squeeze while she kissed him on the cheek.

* * *

As they made their way toward the bed, Jenny’s mind was buzzing with a thousand thoughts. How often did her father use whores? How long had he been cheating on her mom? Why wasn’t he yelling at her? Why did she find the situation so exciting?

The perversity of it was certainly a little amusing. But was she really still going to go through with this? For what, just for Susan’s sake? Did she really want to see her father naked? Alan was a good-looking man, in great shape even approaching 50 — it might not be so bad. The absurdity of the situation was kind of intoxicating, and she knew it would be the wildest thing that had ever happened to her. Just for that reason, she couldn’t turn away, somehow.

Alan handed Susan an envelope, which she slipped in her purse. That was the $300, Jenny surmised. And then Susan came up from behind and grabbed at the hem of Jenny’s top, pulling it up over her head. Jenny had thought it would be sexier to arrive braless, so she was now standing topless in front of her dad, with her friend squeezing her breasts from behind. “Isn’t she a doll?” Susan said as she lightly nibbled at Jenny’s ear, something she wasn’t expecting.

“Beautiful,” Alan said, staring intently at his daughter. No one moved for a minute as Susan kept nuzzling at Jenny’s neck. Alan never broke eye contact with Jenny, as if he were still deciding what to do. Then he began to unbutton his shirt, and Jenny felt a rush of heat crash over her body, as she realized they were both going to play this game of chicken to the end.

Alan quickly got undressed, turning around as he removed his boxers and laid face-down on the bed. He looked over at the girls as Susan undid her own top, then her bra, to free her spectacular double Ds. Alan loved those big tits, but he couldn’t keep his eye off Jenny’s pert, shapely b-cups bursa escort bayan as she pulled off her jeans to reveal a skimpy black thong.

“Why don’t you join him on the bed, Jenny?” Susan said as she finished undressing and went to her bag for massage oil. Jenny sat beside her father’s naked body, wearing only her panties, and lightly began to rub his neck. Susan knelt across from her, giving Alan a quick smack on the butt before pouring out some oil onto his back and starting to work it in.

Susan made some small talk with Alan and started working on his legs as Jenny just let her hands travel across his back, giving him a light but pleasant backrub. Susan rubbed him from his butt down his thighs to his calves, and then back up again as Jenny worked his shoulders. Winking at Jenny, Susan let her hand fall between Alan’s legs and brush his balls, giving him a little tease that she knew he liked.

Susan took Jenny’s hand and brought it between Alan’s legs, and he let out a deeper moan as he felt both girls running their fingertips across his balls lightly. Jenny held them in her hand as her fingers tickled up his hardening shaft. Jenny massaged his balls as Susan took her spot rubbing his back for a while, before Alan rolled over to lie on his back.

* * *

“Oh, sweetie, you’re so hard already,” Susan said theatrically, tickling Alan’s shaft with her fingers. “You must be having a good time. Isn’t this a nice cock, Jenny?”

Susan started to stroke the thick shaft lightly, taking over those duties as promised. “It’s huge,” Jenny said, not taking her eyes off it. “It looks beautiful.”

Jenny gently rubbed Alan’s thighs as Susan ran one hand up his chest and kept slowly stroking his stiff cock. He reached out to put one hand on the ass of each girl, feeling the soft curves of their bodies, but looking straight at Jenny. Susan leaned over toward Alan so he could get his hands on her heavy, swaying breasts as usual, and he took advantage, squeezing them gently as she continued to tease his hardness.

Jenny rubbed his inner thighs, occasionally brushing her fingers against his balls as Susan stroked him. Feeling her father’s hand gripping her ass was a little strange, but perversely thrilling. Then Susan took Alan’s hand and guided it to Jenny’s chest, and suddenly he was fondling her breasts as well, pulling at her erect nipples, and the indecency of it flooded over her. Nothing had ever turned her on like being groped by her own father, with an audience. And when she looked at his impossibly hard cock, she understood why she and Alan both were still there: Because they wanted to be.

She looked down to his big, throbbing cock, watching Susan’s hand cover barely the bottom half of it as she jerked it, saw the head straining upward, so hard and purplish, and she lost all impulse control. Cradling his balls lightly in her palm, she bent down and took the head of her father’s cock into her mouth.

This shocked everyone. Jenny herself couldn’t believe what she was doing, escort bursa Susan never expected such a thing, and Alan let out an “Oh my god!” that almost made Jenny stop running her tongue in circles around his hot, smooth cockhead. Almost.

“I guess she likes it,” Susan said, still stroking the shaft from the bottom as Jenny sucked the tip of it. She took Susan’s hand away so that she could work her lips farther down and take more in. Soon her mouth was full of cock, her father’s cock, and she moaned deep in her throat as Alan continued to fondle her perfect little breasts. “I think you like it too,” Susan said to him.

Jenny worked her mouth up and down on him, cradling his balls as she did. Susan brought her breasts up to Alan’s face so he could be smothered in her big tits and kiss her nipples as Jenny sucked his cock. He let his hand wander between Jenny’s legs, and when he reached his pussy, she felt Jenny take his hand and guide his fingers inside her. She took control of his hand, using it as her own sex toy, as the depravity of what she was doing rapidly sent her over the edge. She had to pause for a moment, pulling her lips off his cock as she came wetly on his fingers.

As her wave of pleasure passed, Jenny turned her head to rub her lips up and down her father’s shaft, smacking her lips for noisy wet kisses. Alan put his hands on Susan’s shoulders to move her out of his way, allowing him to watch his daughter finish her blowjob-for-hire. Susan went back to slowly rubbing his chest as Jenny took his cock back in her mouth. Alan ran his right hand through Jenny’s hair, moving it out of the way so he could watch, and began to fuck her mouth, guiding it up and down. When the time came, he said, “You’re going to make me cum,” as a warning.

Jenny turned toward her father and said, “I want it, Daddy. Cum right in my mouth.”

Instantly, the first burst of jizz shot from the tip of his cock onto Jenny’s lips and across her cheek. She quickly lowered her lips back onto him to catch the next spurt, and the next, and the next, swallowing them down as quickly as he could fill his daughter’s mouth with cum.

Jenny looked down at her father, smiling with her cum-spattered lips, a line of his semen streaking across her cheek. Susan looked at her and only whispered, “Holy shit.”

“Su-, Adrienne,” Jenny said, catching herself. “Come here and taste it.” Susan gave her a surprised look, but closed her eyes and leaned in. Their lips came together for their first kiss, and it was christened with a warm, sticky dollop of cum. As Jenny shared the taste of her father with her friend, and felt their tongues come together softly, she heard Alan exhale and quietly murmur again, “Oh my god.”

* * *

After they were all dressed and the girls had a chance to clean up, they said their goodbyes. Susan gave Alan a kiss on the cheek and a friendly hug as he promised to call her again soon. Jenny embraced him warmly and whispered in his ear, “Someday you’ll fuck me, Daddy.”

Alan closed the door behind them. Susan looked at her friend, who had just displayed a nasty side she couldn’t have imagined before. “You like calling older guys ‘Daddy,’ huh?” she said. “Pretty kinky.”

Jenny smiled enigmatically and said, “If you only knew…”

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Splayed out on her sturdy kitchen table, Franny Léger groped at her big tits as she rode the wave of her second orgasm — all thanks to the young guy whose head was planted between her legs, expertly working over her gaping pussy.

Franny knew she was viewed by most as the brainy and introverted librarian in the university’s special collections library. So she chuckled to herself as she considered how her current appearance belied her otherwise bookish persona — what with her skirt hiked up and her blouse and bra yanked open. And groping her fleshy 36F tits that draped across her chest, she squeezed their light brown areolas and nipples and gave a long satisfied moan.

It was a Friday night in July that had begun innocently enough. It started with after-work dinner and drinks with two of her young female colleagues. And when one of them suggested they check out the band that was playing at a nearby bar, they had gone over and paid the cover. Then while her two friends moved onto the crowded dance floor, Franny immediately gravitated towards the stage.

Franny was a bass player. She had played the upright bass since high school and was currently in a community orchestra. But she had recently bought an electric bass and amplifier and was trying to learn to play rock and jazz. She was a good musician and could play most any piece of music put in front of her. But without sheet music she was lost. So she had become increasingly intrigued by bassists who could play by ear — like the tall good looking young guy who was laying down a solid bottom for the band that was whipping through a set of rocking dance tunes.

Franny stood to the side of the stage and sipped her beer as she followed the bass player’s fingers, listening carefully and trying to anticipate his next notes. And when the band took a break, he stepped down off the stage and approached her, having noticed her watching him play.

“Hi, I’m Lute. So, you’re a bass player too?” he said as he extended his hand.

Surprised that he had so easily intuited the reason for her interest, she gave him a quick backstory on her bass-playing history as they continued their conversation throughout the break.

Realizing that he was as cute as he was a good musician, Franny, now on her second beer, which along with her after-dinner cocktails was more than she usually consumed, continued to loosen up. She told him of her struggles to move beyond her classical training and into improvisation, and asked how he had learned to play by ear. Lute gave her a few tips to listen for as the band took the stage for their last set, and then offered that if she was interested they could talk more when he was done.

With a fresh beer supplied by Lute, Franny settled in at a front table and kept her eyes and ears attuned to his playing. When the band finished and she and Lute reconnected, she surprised herself by inviting him back to her place, under the pretense of listening to the new Weather Report album, featuring bassist Jaco Pastorius, whom they both admired.

Lute’s band was playing at the bar again the following night, meaning no major equipment tear-down was required. So after grabbing his bass, he escorted Franny out the stage door where they climbed into his van and drove over to her house on the outskirts of campus, talking music the whole way.

But after entering her house and closing the door behind them, the musical discussion ceased as the two bass players began kissing and groping at each other in a passionate frenzy. The beers and her strong attraction to this hunky young guy had helped Franny drop her usual inhibitions. And Lute, anxious to see more of her enticing body, soon had her blouse open and his face shoved into her fleshy cleavage.

And this, dear reader, explains how Franny came to be stretched out on her kitchen table, gripping her big tits while Lute, still fully clothed, got her pussy ready for its introduction to the thick ten-inch cock that was bulging in his jeans.

When they had been grinding against each other earlier, Franny had definitely noticed the swelling in Lute’s crotch and suspected he was well-endowed. But when he pulled his face out of her pussy and slipped off his pants, she looked down and witnessed the unveiling of the biggest cock she had ever seen. It stood up thick and veiny like the muscled forearm of a weight-lifter. And when he grabbed his shaft and began rubbing its big mushroom head against the lips of her pussy, she swooned in anticipation of being fucked by such a beast.

“My god, you’re really big, aren’t you Lute?” Franny whispered as she felt his cock’s head inching into her ready cunt.

“Yeah, it’s a big fella’, no doubt,” he replied, “And I’ll be careful to go slow. But let me know if it hurts, okay?”

Franny smiled and nodded, though from the way it felt so far she wasn’t the least bit concerned. “Please give me more,” she whispered, ready to do anything this guy wanted just to get his huge cock inside her aching pussy, “God, it feels so good!”

Lute continued bursa escort sliding his thick python into her stretched twat, watching her face and gauging its expression as he entered her. But everything about her said, “Yes, more!” — from her blissful grimace to her clenched eyes and jaw. And as he moved his cock in deeper, Franny anxiously shoved her hips forward and ground her cunt down onto his tool until she was almost fully impaled.

“Oh, fuck, yeah, yeah! Give it to me!” Franny moaned in a deep voice that surprised her with its lusty, demanding growl, “Fuck me, Lute! I want it!”

Seeing that his initial prep work on her pussy had done the trick, and that she was well-lubricated for the onslaught of his leviathan, Lute began to slowly move his thick member in and out of her cunt, causing her to gasp and moan with each thrust.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right! Yeah! Yeah!”

Now, as they fucked, and for the first time since they had met, Lute had a chance to fully assess Franny Léger.

Being a die-hard tit man, when he had first seen her at the bar he was immediately taken by her full bosom, made all the more alluring by her tall curvaceous frame and wavy shoulder-length reddish-blonde hair that was pulled back into a pony tail. And while she had sipped her beer and studiously watched him play, he also saw that she had a lovely face and deep blue eyes. But beyond these alluring physical characteristics, there was something about her that he found especially intriguing — a deeply inquisitive intellect.

As she had watched him play, he knew her eyes weren’t glued on him because he was a good-looking guy with (as she would soon discover) a huge cock. No. She initially admired him because he was a fine bass player. And that was a feeling he had never really experienced from a woman.

But he was also now discovering that she was sexy-as-hell. And as she looked up at him with a lust-filled gaze, he was further taken in by this voluptuous woman, who had now released her mane of hair and wriggled out of her blouse and bra, revealing the full extent of her fine body.

Grabbing her hips, he drove his cock in to the hilt, causing their flesh to slap together as his big nut sac caromed off her ass. And with his thick tool now fulling plumbing the depths of her pussy, Franny’s eyes grew big and she gasped as she felt her pussy being filled like never before.

“Oh, god, yes!” she exclaimed as he continued driving himself into her, pushing her legs farther apart to give his cock optimal entry into her stretched cunt, “Oh, god, Lute, yes!”

Knowing it wouldn’t take much for her to have yet another orgasm, Franny greedily began rubbing on her clit while Lute continued driving his slick tool in and out of her grateful pussy.

Now freed from her grip, her big tits flopped and gyrated about on her chest until Lute reached down and corralled them, kneading them like loaves of warm bread dough and pinching their protruding nipples.

Lute’s rough attention to her sensitive breasts was all it took to send Franny into another climactic state, the intensity of which eclipsed her previous orgasms and caused her to scream and squirt a stream of lady juices that splashed against her young lover’s body.

“Ohhh…god…yes…yes!” Franny wailed in amazement at her rare liquid display. But seeing the gleeful smile on Lute’s face, she kept manically rubbing her clit as the electric waves of her orgasm surged through her and her waterworks continued squirting like an overzealous drinking fountain, “Oh, fuck, yeah, baby, yeah!”

Now glistening with sweat and Franny’s juices, Lute gripped her ass and drove his meat harder and faster into her soaked twat, further inciting the monster load of jism roiling in his loins and anxious for release. Feeling him tense up inside her, Franny knew something big was afoot, but she was unprepared for the massive eruption that soon ensued.

“Oh, get ready, I’m gonna’ cum!” Lute moaned through his clenched jaws. And then with a loud groan he exploded inside her, jettisoning a huge blast of spew that caught Franny by complete surprise as it surged inside her pussy.

Pulling his cock out of her like a fireman wielding a blasting hose, Lute sent his next load of cum onto her stomach and up onto her tits, and continued spraying his warm seed over her body where it mixed with her lady juices into a milky melange of carnal lotion.

Franny had moved up onto her elbows when Lute’s orgasmic display had begun, so she had witnessed his cock unload its quantity of jizz that was far beyond anything she had ever experienced. And when he raked his beast across her stomach, she watched as it continued oozing rivulets of a cum icing that he painted across her torso like a cake decorator, then leaning down to give her a long kiss.

“That was absolutely amazing!” Franny whispered after she had hungrily worked her tongue down his throat and was now looking deep into his eyes. “I’ve never cum like that before in my life! And I’ve also never seen a guy bursa escort bayan shoot off like you. My god, it’s like you’re from some other planet!”

Chuckling at her assessment, Lute moved back in for another long kiss, and as he did he reinserted his still mostly hard member into her pussy and began rubbing its huge head against her clit. Incited to cum yet again, Franny gasped and and gripped his ass and was soon off and surfing on another orgasmic wave.

When she finally dropped back down onto the table, fucked to the core, Franny could only moan and sigh as she rubbed their combined juices onto her tits and torso. Looking up at Lute, she slid her hand into her mouth, nastily licking off the milky spew that now covered them both.

Anxious for a closer inspection of his seed’s source, Franny slid down off the table and took his slick member into her mouth and siphoned off the last of Lute’s jizz. Licking and sucking his veiny member with hungry enthusiasm, she was amazed at how big and thick he was when she stretched her hands around his shaft and tried to fully wrap her mouth over its bulbous head. She’d had a brief grad school romance with a well-hung classmate who prided himself on the size of his tool, but it didn’t hold a candle to the monster cock she now had in her mouth.

Sticky and ready to further relish her young lover in a more relaxing spot, Franny went into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of wine from the frig and sent Lute over to put on the Weather Report album they had not yet gotten around to playing. And while he sat on the floor and listened to the opening tracks, Franny slipped off to prepare them a bath.

When she had gotten her current job at the library, after years of living in sub-standard rental apartments and shared living spaces, Franny had scraped together the down payment for a house. It was a modest 1940’s bungalow on a big shady lot with plenty of space for the garden she’d always wanted. And a big plus for Franny was that the previous owner had done some remodeling to create a spacious master suite and bath that opened onto a private outdoor area with a hot tub.

Franny had entertained several men in her new house, but this outdoor space remained her sacred refuge that she’d only shared with her younger sister Michelle. But that night she realized she really wanted to share it with Lute, and as she leaned over to light the candles arranged around the tub, he quietly joined her and caressed her fine round ass.

With the candles flickering a calming glow, the lovers slipped into the warm waters and drank wine as they listened to the swelling strains of Weather Report coming from the living room stereo. Facing one another, they kissed and washed off the sticky lovemaking remnants from each other’s bodies.

As they relaxed in the tub, Lute enjoyed seeing how Franny’s big tits floated in the water like buoys on a lake. He hadn’t been with a woman this well-endowed since his affair with Ellen Heath, who ran the pharmacy in his home town. Like Ellen, Franny didn’t flaunt her big tits. And though Franny knew men were attracted to her because of her rack, she mostly chose to ignore their leering looks. But having Lute lust after her luscious orbs was different, and when he reached out and massaged them, she leaned back and luxuriated in his touch and the soothing waters.

The Léger’s (pronounced: “le-zhay”) were French Canadians from Quebec, and French was Frances Léger’s first language, having moved to the states when she was ten. Lute had noticed some remnants of her accent when she spoke, which he found really sexy.

“Aimez-vous mes grands tétons?” Franny whispered as his fingers circled her protruding nipples.

“Absolument!!” he chuckled, grateful for his two years of high school French.

Referring to their big breasts as “grand tetons” was an inside joke between Franny and her equally busty sister. They had joined their parents on a family vacation to Yellowstone National Park during college and were tickled to discover the Grand Teton range of mountains, aptly named by some horny French fur trappers. Much to their parents’ chagrin, for the rest of the trip the sisters would periodically jut their chests out at each other and inquire, “Aimez-vous mes grands tetons?” (Translation: “Do you like my big breasts?”)

But no matter what language she used for them, Lute absolutely loved Franny’s succulent mammaries, and had re-positioned himself next to her in the tub so he could suckle on their ample goodness. As he did, he discovered there was nothing he could’ve done to make her happier, and she offered him her big brown nipples just as she would a hungry baby.

After a long respite in the tub, enjoying the music and Lute’s prolonged attention to her fleshy buoys, Franny reached down and began massaging his submerged member. As she did, it slowly began to swell and was soon again expanded to almost its full ten inches.

Amazed at his beast’s transformation from a sizeable yet benign penis into a muscled ready-to-fuck escort bursa cock, Franny, despite having been royally shagged less than an hour before, was again ready to engage with Lute’s equally anxious python. But deciding to give her ravaged pussy some additional recovery time, she put her tits to work.

“Get up here for me,” Franny whispered as she patted the wooden ledge that surrounded the tub. Lute obliged and moved into place while Franny slid up onto her knees in front of him and began slowly stroking his wet cock that stood up long and hard like a rocket preparing for launch.

After running her tongue along its thick shaft and then slowly bobbing her mouth on its mushroom head, Franny leaned forward and wrapped her big fleshy tits around his meat. Holding her tits tightly together, she began to slide them up and down on his shaft.

Franny enjoyed tit-fucking her lovers. But Lute’s cock was the first that didn’t disappear inside her deep cleavage. Instead, a good portion of his thick rod stuck out the top of her tits like a foot long hot dog inside a six inch bun, giving her plenty to wrap her lips around when it emerged from each of its upward slides.

“Mmm… yeah,” she moaned as she glommed onto his big knob when it again poked out from its bosomy enclave.

Franny continued providing Lute’s cock with an erotic tit massage as they eased languidly towards their next carnal foray. Then, after giving a long last suck on the head of his slick shaft, she stepped out of the tub and grabbed towels from a nearby bench.

After slowly drying each other off while they fondled and kissed, Franny led Lute into her bedroom where she positioned him back on the bed and then slid on top of him, mounting his stallion and ready to ride.

Easy her pussy down onto his ready shaft, Franny started out their fucking at a slow walking pace, then a trot, then a canter, and after she extended her arms and braced herself against him, she moved into a full gallop, her big tits flopping around on her chest with each carnal stride.

“Yes, oh god, yes, yes, yes!” Franny moaned as their bodies thumped together and Lute raised his hips to drive his huge member deeper into her ravenous pussy.

Amazed that he could bring her off so easily, Franny was soon sliding into another orgasm, followed closely by another, until she was screaming and wailing like never before.

“Oh, fuck, yes, yes!” she cried, making no effort to muffle her voice as she rode headlong and hell-bent through her ecstatic orgasms, “Oh, yeah, uh, uh, uh, fuck, yeah!”

Now ready for his own dramatic contribution, Lute gripped Franny’s thighs and raised his hips even higher as he exploded inside her with another mammoth launch of spew.

Reacting to Lute’s eruption like a jockey spurring her mount, Franny raced on his ejaculating member even harder, driving herself up and down on his rod at a frenzied pace until she came one last time before collapsing down onto her lover’s body, panting and moaning as they slowly crossed the finish line, victorious and sublimely fucked.

With Lute’s cum oozing from her cunt, Franny continued to kiss his neck and face as she gradually came down from the climactic high that had moved her to give herself over to this young guy with the huge cock.

Franny had never felt this way before. Even in the throes of lovemaking with other men, she had always maintained control of her body and her emotions. But now with Lute, she was ready to fully surrender herself to him so they could pleasure each other in the wonderful new ways she was just now learning were possible. But could she trust him enough to really do that?

Then looking over at Lute, their eyes met. And as he gazed soulfully into her deep blue eyes, she knew without a doubt that this guy would do her no wrong.

Lute awakened the next morning to the smell of coffee coming from the kitchen. Seeing that he was alone, he rubbed his eyes and climbed out of the bed, grabbing the robe that Franny had laid out for him.

Following his nose, he found her in the kitchen. She was wearing only a long tank top that reached just below her bare ass as she stood at the stove making crepes. After giving him a warm welcoming kiss, she told him to pour himself a cup of coffee and grab a plate.

The crepes were delicious — some sweet, filled with fruit and sprinkled with powdered sugar, while others were savory and had ham and cheese inside. Lute was famished from their previous night’s activities, so he had to pace himself to not completely wolf down his generous plate of food.

While they ate, the lovers got better acquainted. Up until then, their discussions had mostly been about music, and they knew little about each other beyond their common musical interests. So they exchanged abbreviated versions of their life stories as they assessed each other in the light of day, as morning-after first-time lovers do.

After eating, they continued talking while Franny stood at the sink cleaning their dishes and Lute sipped his coffee, observing her from the side. As he did, he saw a fascinating and very sexy woman in her late twenties with succulent tits that bulged from her shirt with a seductive sway, their nipples protruding like big buttons.

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Haley and I hadn’t been able to make plans the next few days. She always had an excuse, the one more flimsy than the other. I started to think she was regretting what we’d done. Haley was my best friend and the thought of not sharing stuff with her made me sad.

It also didn’t help that Mom and Josh were busy and didn’t pay me much attention. I’d gone from being fucked regularly to nothing. My own fingers didn’t make me feel nearly as good as Mom’s, or Josh’s cock. I didn’t really want to beg for sex, but after a couple of nights alone, I snuck to Mom’s room. I quietly opened the door only to hear she was on the phone.

I snuck inside. She was lying on the bed, her hand between her legs. She didn’t notice me by the door.

She sounded a bit annoyed. “You left, remember? What was I supposed to do? Rose was interested in sex and I couldn’t let a stranger teach my baby all about it. You haven’t shown any interest in her in the past two years and I had Josh here, so we didn’t need you.”

I held my breath. She was talking to Dad! I didn’t know she was still in touch with him. He never called or wrote Josh or me, so I thought he’d just disappeared. I couldn’t believe she was talking to him about me.

Her voice got nicer. “She’s a hot one, that’s for sure.” She gave a little laugh. “Exactly, just like her mom. Always ready for sex, always wet. You’d like her. Very tight twat as well. Can barely even take Josh.”

I should’ve been grossed out that she talked to Dad about me like that, but my cunny was getting really hot. I pressed my hand between my legs to make the ache go away. I could imagine Dad coming home. He’d left a few years ago. I hadn’t been that upset at the time, as he was never really around, anyway. He was a good-looking man and Mom always complained he was just out getting other women. I remember him towering over me. I’d grown since he’d gone, but I was still not that tall.

And now I had an image of him picking me up and carrying me to the bed. He’s spreading my legs and pulls out his cock… My eyes flew open. That would be so amazing. If Mom could fuck me, why not Dad as well? From Mom’s call it sounded like he was up for it.

Mom’s voice got sharper. “You shouldn’t have left then. You knew I was always going to help Rose become sexually active. You could’ve done it with me. She would have let you.”

There was a pause while she listened to whatever Dad said.

“No. I think she’s happy enough with Josh now. You don’t get to crawl back and take her.”

I pushed my hand against my mouth, because I wanted to plead with Mom to let Dad come back. Did I not have a say in this?

My legs were wobbly, and my thighs were wet from my juices. I could practically feel Dad’s arms pinning me to the wall while he pushed his huge cock inside me. I just made up that he was huge, but with a body that amazing, how could he not be?

Mom was quiet for a long time, and I looked over. She’d put the phone down. She’d spread her legs and her hand was working her cunt hard. I smiled. She was still hot for Dad. Maybe I could use that to convince her to let Dad come fuck me.

I tiptoed to the bed. Mom was too caught up in whatever fantasy she was fucking herself to to notice me. It wasn’t until I sat down on the bed and caressed her tits that her eyes snapped open.

“Rose!” She was close to coming, I could tell.

I bent my head and sucked her nipples while she finished herself off. The squelching sound of her fingers pumping her wet cunt were so delicious, my whole lower body was on fire. She moaned loudly and then her legs began to shake. After a while, she pushed me away from her.

I grinned at her. “Feeling better?”

“Much, but you’re bad for sneaking in here like that.”

“I have a hot cunny and I couldn’t sleep.” I pouted for extra effect and she laughed.

“Okay, come in the bed. Do you want me to use my fingers? Or…” She leaned over and rummaged in her nightstand. “Do you want to try this one?”

I gaped at the big vibrator she held up. I didn’t know Mom had sex toys! Sitting up, I pulled my T-shirt over my head and lay back. “I want to try that one.”

“Good girl.”

Mom switched the toy on, and it began to rumble. She pushed it against my cunny, rubbing it over my clit and slit for a bit. I groaned at the delicious feeling when it hit my clit. It was so much more powerful than my—or Mom’s—fingers. I ground against the thing, getting a better angle on my clit. My body became really heavy and the ache in my belly went away. Instead, heat spread from my cunny to the rest of my body.

I was surprised to feel the inside of my twat twitch. I grabbed Mom’s arm. “I think I’m coming!” The twitching became strong convulsion, which made my whole body feel heavy and light at the same time. Stars burst behind my eyelids and my back arched from the strength of my orgasm.

It was over far too soon. Between Mom pulling out the vibrator and my orgasm had been maybe five minutes, if that.

She chuckled. “Yeah, this is a powerful toy. Do you want to feel it bursa escort inside you?”

Did I ever! But first, I wanted to ask her about Dad. “Why can’t Dad come over and fuck me?”

Noticing her blanch, I hid I smile. She’d had no idea I’d listened in on her conversation.

“Why are you asking that?”

“I heard you on the phone. Sounds like Dad wants to.”

She gave a little shake of her head. “You’re not ready for his cock yet. Or any adult one, for that matter. Just stick with Josh for now.”

I got mad and my mouth did its own thing. “I fucked Haley’s dad.” I regretted saying it immediately. Mom would be so mad! Fucking your friend’s dad is quite a big thing. At least with Mom and Josh it was just family. No one needed to know.

“Rose!” Mom sounded really shocked.

I thought quickly. “Well, it wasn’t my fault. Haley and I were just talking about sex, and then Mr Andrews came in and forced himself on me. I did try to fight.”

Mom lifted my chin with her finger so I was forced to meet her gaze. “Did you try to fight the way you fight Josh when he wants to have sex? Or did you really struggle?”

I blushed. I had no idea Mom knew about my little games with Josh. I couldn’t lie to her. “Like with Josh.”

She smiled warmly now. I was confused. Wasn’t she supposed to be angry at me?

“I always knew Lucas had a deviant streak in him. Is he fucking Haley too?”

She wasn’t angry! I immediately felt so much better. “No, but Haley wants him to.”

Mom had a faraway look in her eyes. “I can imagine. Lucas is a good-looking man.” She focused on me again. “Is that why Haley hasn’t been round lately?”

“I think so. I haven’t talked to her about it.”

“Haley’s your best friend, you need to talk to her. Were you two just talking when Mr Andrews caught you, or…?”

She left the question hanging, but I knew what she wanted to know. “I told her about you and Josh fucking me and I showed her my shaved pussy. And then I played with her pussy a little.”

Mom chuckled. “No wonder Lucas couldn’t control himself. The two of you are hot together.”

I was so relieved Mom wasn’t mad at me. “So does this mean Dad can fuck me?”

Her eyes widened. She must have forgotten what we were talking about in the first place. “I’ll think about it.”

That was good enough for me for now. I’d bug her about it again in the morning.

“Right now I’ll make you come with this and then you’re off to bed. And tomorrow you’re calling Haley. Invite her over. Lucas can’t keep her locked up forever.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I said, obediently spreading my legs for her so she could push the massive vibrator into my wet and willing cunt.

The next day, Mom made me run errands practically all day, then she and Josh disappeared for dinner. Josh was having a night out with his friends and Mom had a date. I knew she’d had dates before, but she’d always been discreet about them. Maybe she didn’t feel she needed to hide it anymore since I was now sexually active as well, as she called it.

When Mom and Josh were gone, I called Haley.

She picked up in a hushed voice. “Hey, Rose.”

“Why are you talking like that? Where are you?”

“Just at home.” She sounded like she didn’t really want to talk to me.

“What’s going on, Haley? Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not avoiding you!”

I was getting annoyed. “Yes, you are. We had plans to hang out all summer and you’ve ditched me every day the last week. Why?” I dropped my voice. “We were also going to work on that other plan, remember?”

She sighed. “I know. I’m sorry, but Daddy doesn’t want me hanging out with you anymore. He says you’re a bad influence.”

What a hypocrite! As if he hadn’t willingly fucked me. “You’re an adult, Haley. He can’t tell you who you can and can’t hang out with.”

“Yeah, well…” She sounded sad, and I felt bad for her. It was just her and her dad after her mom had left and I could understand not wanting to make him upset. But still… she was my best friend. I missed her. And not just because it was so much fun to play with her.

“Come on, he must go to work sometimes. He can’t always monitor you.” I bit my lip as I thought of something else. “Or do you not want to see me because of… you know… what happened?”

She laughed, and I almost cried with relief. I couldn’t have stood it if she’d been mad at me.

“I’m so horny all the time,” she moaned. “I would love to see you so you can make me come again.”

My cunny was getting all hot, and I pressed my legs together. “Please come over. You can make an excuse to your dad. I just want to lick you again.” I dropped my voice seductively. “Your cunny is so delicious, I want to slip a finger inside you and make you come really hard.”

Haley breathed hard. “That would be so amazing.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I wriggled out of my jeans shorts and slipped my hand inside my panties. “I’m really wet right now. My slit is all slippery. Shall I put a finger inside me?”

She giggled. “Rose!”

“Come bursa escort bayan on, I’ll make you come and you can pretend I’m your dad again. No one here would mind.”

She was quiet for a while. When she spoke again, her voice was all husky like it had been when I’d first told her about Mom and Josh. “Okay. I’ll come tomorrow. My dad will be out all day.”

I squealed. “Perfect! I can’t wait to see you!”

I was really happy that she was coming over tomorrow. I was super horny, but with Josh and Mom both busy, I had no one to play with my cunny. I didn’t want to get myself off—I still wasn’t good at it and it would be worse to try and fail and be more frustrated than to just try to go to sleep. Tomorrow Haley would be here and I’d have no trouble getting an orgasm with her fingers in my cunny.

It was so good to see Haley again. I felt as if I hadn’t seen her for weeks when it hadn’t been a full week yet. She threw herself at me and hugged me tightly.

“I missed you so much!” She pulled away and looked at me properly. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been fine. Mom and Josh have kept me busy enough.”

I loved how that made her blush furiously. She glanced at the living room where Josh was typing away on his phone. As if he cared that I told Haley about him.

“I’ve been soooooo hot,” she complained. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs. “Can you do that thing again?”

I grinned at her back, but decided to tease her a bit first. “What thing?”

She turned when we got to my bedroom. Her face was red. “You know… With your tongue and fingers?”

I pushed her through the open door and kicked it shut behind me. She fell backwards onto my bed. I knelt between her legs and grabbed the top of her panties. “You mean you want me to eat you out?” I had heard Mom use that term the other day, and I loved it.

Haley gasped. “Yes… please.”

She sounded really desperate and almost upset. I stopped what I was doing and sat next to her on the bed. “What’s going on?”

She sat up. “I’m just horny, that’s all.”

“Yes, but why? Don’t you have sex with Dylan?”

She wouldn’t look at me. “Yes, we do.”

I put my hand on her thigh, close to her twat. She spread her legs a little, but still wouldn’t look at me. I giggled. “Does he still not make you come?”

“No!” she wailed so loudly I jumped. “He has no clue what he’s doing, and it’s over too quickly!”

“Poor Haley,” I purred. “Poor Haley with her hot cunny.”

She giggled. “Just make me come. Please.”

I slipped off the bed and knelt between her legs again. “And what’s in it for me?”

“What?” She sounded confused. “I don’t know…”

“If I lick and finger you, you have to do the same to me.” It had been a lot of fun playing with her pussy last time, but I wanted to push her a bit further today. It was time for her to join me in my wicked ways.

“Rose… I can’t.” She propped herself onto her elbows to look at me. “I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Don’t worry, I can teach you. It’s really not that different from playing with yourself.”

The look on her face was priceless. I felt giddy. I’d always thought Haley was so much more experienced than me, but she was practically a virgin compared to me. I was going to have so much fun teaching her! I remembered the big vibrator in Mom’s room and decided I’d use that on her as well soon. Maybe even today, if I could get her daring enough.

I pulled her panties off and gave her lovely pussy a long lick. She gasped. “Okay, I guess I can try to learn.”

“Good girl,” I murmured.

She was just as fun and delicious as last time. Her clit was really sensitive, so I had a lot of fun nibbling on it and sucking it into my mouth. Her pussy was so wet, she was staining my bedspread. Not that I cared, I loved that I could make her so hot. She squirmed on the bed, but I grabbed her legs and held her in place. I wanted to make her come so hard she’d do anything for me.

It was amazing to have this power over her. If I held back, she’d whimper for me to give her more. If I gave into her pleas, she’d reward me with the most delicious moans. I could see why Josh liked me fighting him. It was such a rush to have that control over someone.

Like last time, I slipped a finger inside her. She seemed lost in a world of her own, whimpering and moaning softly no matter what I did. I decided to be bold, and I slowly pushed another finger inside her. Her hips bucked, and she started riding my hand. It was so amazing. I didn’t even really have to do anything, she just used my hand to fuck herself. I curled my fingers up the way I’d felt Mom do to me. I remembered how amazing that had felt, so different from the pressure on my clit. It had the same result with Haley. She cried out when I pressed a certain part inside of her, something that felt thick and spongy, so I kept rubbing it.

Haley was actually shrieking with pleasure now. It was incredibly hot and the ache in my belly was getting more intense. I really needed her to fuck me when I was escort bursa done with her, or I’d explode. I’d been horny since last night and needed an orgasm.

I was a bit worried about how loud she was. I didn’t mind Mom hearing us—she already knew we played with each other—but I didn’t need Josh to come in right now. I wanted to have Haley to myself. I wanted to be the one to make her come.

Haley’s cunny was getting really tight around my fingers, and I could feel a flutter start deep inside her. She grabbed my head and ground her pussy on my fingers and tongue, becoming more and more frantic.

Panting, she began to talk. “Oh Daddy, please fuck me harder. Please…”

I rubbed her harder while my mouth practically assaulted her clit. And still she begged for more.

“Daddy, make me come. Oh Daddy, you’re so good.”

I loved being part of her fantasy. I must have been doing something right for her to be so caught up in her own imaginary world.

Her legs began to shake, but I didn’t stop. I hoped I could make her come more than once. She babbled nonsense while thrashing on the bed. Then her whole body became rigid, and she whimpered. “Please stop.”

I pretended not to hear her and kept on licking and fingering her, although not as hard. She grabbed my head again, and I worried she’d push me away, but instead, she kept me firmly in place.

“I can’t have another,” she panted.

Oh yes, you can. I lifted my head to check if she was all right, but her eyes were closed. Her hands were on her tits, pulling her nipples. Happy that she was still up for it, I used the fingers of my other hand to rub her clit, which was really big now.

She didn’t squirm or anything, just lay there while I fucked her with my hands. Every time I stopped, she moved her hips to get me to go again. I lost count of how many times she came. After a long time, she pushed me away and rolled onto her side, pulling her knees up against her belly.

I crawled next to her. “How was that?”

She looked as if she wasn’t seeing me. “Unf.”

I giggled. “That good, huh?”

She nodded.

I nudged her. “Now it’s my turn.”

She was in no state to fuck me, but I wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. I was hornier than I’d ever been, and she had to do something—anything—to make me come.

“I can’t,” she whispered. “You destroyed me.”

Why did that make me feel even hotter? My pussy felt as if it would explode if I didn’t get some relief.

“Maybe I can help.”

I jumped at Josh’s voice. “Shit! Don’t you ever knock?”

He grinned and came into the room. His cock looked like it was going to burst through his pants. “And miss a lovely show like that? You two are really hot together.”

I glared at him. “Not very nice spying on your sister.”

“I fuck you regularly. Don’t pretend you’re all innocent.”

“Not me. Haley. She never said you could watch her come.”

Josh winked at Haley. “Did you mind?”

She stuck out her tongue at him. “Of course not. I would have told you to go away when you came in.”

My head snapped round to her so quickly I thought I’d given myself a whiplash. “You knew he was there?”

She nodded sleepily. “Oh yes. I loved having an audience.”

I couldn’t speak from shock. Maybe Haley wasn’t such a naive, innocent girl after all. Or maybe she was too out of it to know what was going on. Either way, I was in no mood for Josh. Unless he was here to fuck me. If Haley wouldn’t do it, then maybe Josh would. But he’d have to fight for it. There was no way I was going to ask him. He’d never let me live that down.

“Just go away, Josh.”

He stared at me. “You can’t be serious.”

I shrugged as if my pussy wasn’t on fire, desperate for his cock. “Why not? Haley and I are having a girls’ day, so we don’t need you.”

He scoffed. “She’s in no state to get you off, whereas I—” he tugged his massive erection “—can give you exactly what you want.”

“I don’t need your cock. Haley can give me an orgasm. I don’t mind waiting for her to get her breath back.”

I really hoped he would know I was just challenging him. If he walked out of the door right now, I might resort to begging and that would be the worst ever. I couldn’t give him the upper hand. Besides, he’d never really fight me for sex again and that would be such a shame. I loved it when he forced me down.

“You can’t just leave me here like this. Mom’s not home and I’m not going to jerk myself off.”

“Oh come one,” I sneered. “As if you haven’t used your hand for years. One more time won’t make a difference.”

“Yes, it will,” Josh growled. He came nearer and grabbed my arm.

I yelped as he pushed me to the bed. “Josh, Haley is right here! You can’t fuck me in front of her.”

“She won’t mind.” It was a statement, not a question. “She’s in no state to go anywhere anyhow.”

Haley looked suddenly a lot more awake. “I’d love to watch.”

I wasn’t giving in that easily. “Well, I don’t feel like giving a show. It’s weird.” I really hoped Haley wouldn’t point out that I’d allowed her dad to fuck me in front of her. Maybe she remembered that I liked making Josh force me, or she was too out of it to remember her dad fucking me, but she just lay there in a happy bliss.

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The late evening sun sends rays of slowly deepening red and pink light shooting in through the big bay windows of the bedroom, coloring the walls, the bed, and your lovely skin. You stand framed in the window, watching the sun. Your hair is tied up in a sleek ponytail; a string of pearls, shining pinkish in the sunset, lays gently around your smooth neck. A thin black dress cups and caresses your body; I especially admire the way it clings to your hips, the hem stopping just a few inches below your awesomely cute ass. You smell heavenly. I’ve taken off my jacket, leaving me in black slacks and white dress shirt, which is unbuttoned, halfway after removing my tie. We’re just back from the concert, and my eyes are drawn irresistibly to you; you turn your head and grin, knowing my thoughts after watching you flirt shamelessly with many of the best-looking men there, giving one a flash of nipple, another a flash of thigh, another the grazing of sweet breast on his arm as you brush past…I’m lusting just thinking about it.

You breathe deeply as you hear the soft rustle of clothing as I remove my shirt, the sound of my zipper, pants falling to the floor, socks being flicked aside. You sense, then feel, me close behind you, lips nuzzling your neck, a nibble on the ear, hot breath on your shoulder, hands gripping your waist. I reach down to your thighs and slide my hands slowly up, taking the little dress with them. bursa escort The rich red light climbs up your body as I remove the dress over your up-stretched arms, gazing at your full breasts cupped sweetly in your bra raised upwards with your arms. I feel my cock lengthening downward, stretching, feeling heavy…I press into you, and you feel my shaft pressing slightly into your butt, and a groan of pleasure escapes as I feel you grind your ass back into my crotch, you smiling wickedly.

My hands quickly undo your bra, and it slips off to the floor, and I move in front of you as you cup your breasts up, offering…I take…into my mouth…feeling them swell as you breathe…my hands trace your ribs, the swell of your hips, and rest on your cheeks, pulling you into me as my mouth travels upward, hungrily searching for your lips and tongue, sucking it into mine…You pull away suddenly, falling onto the bed, arms over your head and legs slightly apart. Again, my gaze is drawn irresistibly to your body, your belly, your thighs, the very thin fabric of you panties stretched tightly over your full mound…you smile as you notice my cock twitching under my shorts (which I pull off now). As my cock is freed, pre-cum drips out of the tip, and you feel a bolt of electricity shoot through as you watch me milk my cock and suck the pre-cum off of my now shiny fingers. In turn, then, you arch your back, making me want you bursa escort bayan even more if that’s possible…

I tell you to close your eyes, and you then feel the bed move as I move onto it. I ask you to breathe deeply, and you then smell the sweet scent of chocolate, and then strawberries, as I’ve bitten the tip off a chocolate covered strawberry and am now lightly rubbing the rest of the red fruit on your left nipple, circling, twisting, pressing…I move the fruit up to your lips and watch as you use your lips, tongue and teeth on the berry. I lower my head to you nipple, and you begin to feel the tugging, licking, and sucking. I get another berry and watch as you slowly eat this one whole, then kissing you deeply, tasting berry, chocolate, and your lust. My kisses travel south, grazing your belly, open mouth now on the top of your mound…you gasp as hot breath is poured onto your pussy through your panties…I move them to one side, inhaling your scent…your legs widen…I open my mouth wide and take your whole pussy into my mouth, my lips munching gently, mashing your lips, my tongue flicking up and down your slick center, my hand on you lower belly telling me all I need to know…

I feel pressure on my head as your hand pushes me into you, and I respond in kind, sucking your lips out, finding your core, teasing your clit and then mashing the flat of my tongue onto it…you run your fingers escort bursa through my hair, and I hear your sounds…you come strongly, shuddering, clenching, and finally laughing and pushing me away as it becomes too much…You pull me up to you and taste of yourself on my tongue…I rise, kneeling, and fish something out of the bedside drawer, and you watch with delight as I stretch an elastic rubber ring over my cock and then over my balls…Immediately my cock stands out stiffer than before, balls prominently displayed, pre-cum sliding down my shaft. You grab the shaft, sliding the pre-cum all over, and begin to run your hand slowly up and down, teasing, twisting the purple head, looking directly into my eyes as you silently mouth “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

Smiling, I turn you over onto your knees and quickly spread your legs…you feel my cock teasing the entrance of your pussy just before I slide my entire shaft into you in one smooth motion. I love the way your pussy feels different in this position, and I begin to do as you say, slowly then faster, sliding my cock in to the hilt then out all the way, then in to the hilt, feeling your muscles clench around me, the fingers of one hand pulling the nipple of one of your beautifully swaying breasts,…soon I whisper thickly “I want to come, T, I want to come now, I want to come in you…” and I can’t stop it now, loving the way you respond and rock back into me as I explode into you, pulsing hot streams into you before shuddering to a stop, panting, feeling your ass slick against me, leaning down to cover your mouth with luscious kisses… Man, what a great end to a great evening out!

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This short story is a slight departure from my previous stories. I usually like to work on the build and the action, this story is more “getting to the point.” Sometimes, even in Literotica, it’s nice to have a true wank story. Enjoy.

*****

“Look we all have family” the woman sitting at the desk spoke. “If you have problems then see personnel and take time off. You DON’T bring it to the office; understand.” Her voice was firm.

“Yes Ms. Crawford” Mark Benson answered softly.

“I want that research by the end of the day, got it.” The icy voice continued.

Mark knew the meeting was over and silently left the office. God, how could someone so hot, be so fucking cold; he wondered. Well, at least he wasn’t fired. Time to hustle, he figured heading for his own office.

Behind him, Carolyn Crawford paid little attention to his leaving. She had spent years of hard work making her way up the corporate ladder. Not a moment had been spent on her knees either. Hard work and proven results had gained her the Vice-President of Marketing; and she was damned well sure no upstart runt was going to make her look like an ass at the next management meeting.

Just as Carolyn reached for the keyboard to her computer, she heard her cell phone buzz. Glancing over, she froze in mid motion staring at the screen. The image of a red bullseye flashed slowly on the small screen.

The image caused two rushes of emotion through her; the first was a rush of fear, dear god he wouldn’t…not now; her terrified mind thought. At the same time she was totally unable to prevent the sudden gush of fluids that soaked the gusset of her panties.

Carolyn knew everyone in the office thought of her as the Ice Queen. What would they think watching their corporate vice president quivering like a child as she sat at her desk?

Carolyn tried to think clearly. He couldn’t, not here at the office; and besides how would he know where she was. When the next image came across the small screen, she felt her stomach almost roll.

It was a snapshot of her calendar book, the same one resting on the corner of her desk. She could tell by the image it was of her schedule for today. Pulling the book closer she compared the images. Oh God, it WAS her schedule for today; he knew she was all but OCD about her calendar; and he had used it.

Carolyn touched her intercom. “Grace, I’m heading over to the tower for the board.” She was surprised at how calm her voice was.

“Yes Ms. Crawford” the disembodied voice of her secretary came back. “I’ll prepare for your interview at three” Grace said.

A shudder went through Carolyn; a meeting from one to two, then the interview at three with the new marketing company. She knew that meeting would take most of the rest of the afternoon, that meant somewhere between…Carolyn almost moaned.

“Good, have them waiting.” She told Grace, and then snapped off the intercom.

The ten minute walk and elevator ride over to the “tower” as it was known was pure hell for Carolyn. She kept looking at faces, watching dark corners, worried. The game bursa escort was on, and the prey was growing more frightened by the moment.

Once the meeting started, the mental shift for Carolyn was almost a relief. Her mind was totally consumed and all other thoughts she pushed to the back.

As the small group filed out of the conference room, the sudden rise of darkness threatened to overwhelm her. She barely heard the voice beside her.

“Hey want to grab a quick bite, we have some time” Andrew Pritchard assistant head of accounting said.

Her first thought was to say yes, keeping someone beside her would offer her a sense of protection. When she looked at Andrew and saw his eyes staring at her breasts with almost a leer, a shudder of revulsion went through her.

The prick had been trying to get into her panties for almost a year. Forget the fact he was married, she thought.

“Sorry have to pass” she tried to smile. “I have a marketing interview.”

“No problem” she could see the disappointment in his eyes. “You know maybe we could catch dinner sometime, just the two of us. I really think we would have a good time.” He flashed a leering smile.

On your deathbed asshole, she whispered to herself. “I bet” she only replied sourly. “Later” she cut him off and strode down the hall.

Just the image of Andrew sweating above her sent a shudder of disgust through her. Her mind so preoccupied with fending him off, she dropped her guard, if only for a second. That was all it took.

With a squeak, Carolyn felt a powerful hand grip her upper arm and jerk her entire body to the side. Before she could even react, she stumbled into a small room and the door slammed shut, enveloping her in total darkness.

A hand clamped over her mouth, cutting of the small scream that rose in her throat. She could feel her body shoved forward until she pressed against a shelf.

Carolyn could smell pine sol and cleaning supplies; they had to be in one of the housekeeping closets, but where. She was furious with herself for letting her guard down, and now HE had her.

“Slut” a male voice hissed in her ear from behind, as his weight pressed her into the shelf.

“Unnngggggg” was all Carolyn could moan against the hand over her mouth.

Carolyn shuddered as she felt a steel pipe pressing against the cheeks of her ass through her skirt. God he was hard, her terrified mind thought.

The hand over her mouth shifted, and she opened to try and speak. Just as she started to try and tell him that here at the office was not the place, she felt a small rag stuffed into her open mouth, effectively gagging any sound.

NO, she tried to scream; not now. She struggled back, trying to turn her body to face him in the darkness. All the fighting did was to spur him on more.

“I’ll bet your fucking soaked” his voice filled her ear. “Little bitch.”

Violently Carolyn shook her head, to no avail. She felt the weight pressing her forward until her breasts mashed painfully into one of the shelves.

“The Ice Queen is a fucking SLUT” the voice pounded in her bursa escort bayan ears.

Carolyn’s eyes grew wide in the dark as she felt her skirt suddenly jerked up and over the curve of her ass.

“Nnnnnnnn” she tried to muffle out over the cloth gag. Then her mind literally blanked as two fat fingers bypassed the gusset of her wet panties, and rammed up into her cunt.

“Fffffffuuuuuuuggghhhhhh” she moaned into the spit soaked cloth.

“Tight little twat bitch” the voice hummed.

Carolyn couldn’t even respond as she felt that hand pump hard into her. Every shove of his fingers drove her to her tip toes as he almost lifted her in his powerful grip. Reaching out she held onto one of the shelves as he rocked her body in the dark.

Carolyn felt her eyes wanting to roll back as a knot grew deep in her belly. Fuck, he was going to make her cum, she dimly realized. Then, just as the wave started to crest she felt him jerk his hand back, his fingers coming free of her grasping walls with a wet slurp.

“Nnnnnnn…nnnnn” Carolyn almost screamed as the sudden emptiness between her thighs rocketed through her. She was so fucking CLOSE, she raged.

Quivering and shaking, she felt her body violently twisted around. As she was shoved to her knees she heard boxes fall and a small can roll across the floor. With a sudden jerk, the cloth came free of her mouth. She wanted to speak, to tell him to stop, but she couldn’t. Instead of the cloth, her mouth was suddenly filled even more, as his hard cock drove down her throat.

“Ullkkkkkkkkk” Carolyn gagged as her mouth was totally filled with throbbing dick.

Fingers wrapped in the hair, pulling the strands tight on her scalp. The motion sent a quiver of pain through her body as she knelt in the dark storeroom.

“Ullggg…ulllgggg” she panted as his cock began to drive in and out. She could barely move as he began to fuck her mouth in earnest.

Fighting to catch her breath between strokes, it never occurred to Carolyn to fight back. Instead she knelt there in the dark, submitting to his need. She could feel her spit dribble down her chin as her own juices dripped down her soaked thighs.

She could feel his veins throb along her tongue, the smell and taste of him swarming over her. His balls slapped lightly at her chin as his length slid in and out.

“Suck it slut, suck my cock” he growled above her.

“Ulllkkkkkk” was all Carolyn got out in reply.

Just as she felt his balls tighten up against her chin, he suddenly once again pulled back. This time he was denying himself. Gasping in the dark to regain her breath she felt him bend over and pressed his sweat covered forehead to hers.

“You want it slut?” his voice hissed in her face.

“Yes…please” she softly mewled.

“Yes WHAT?” his voice commanded her.

“Please…fuck me” she gasped up at him.

Suddenly she felt her body jerked back to her feet, flailing in the dark she finally gripped a cardboard box of some kind as he bent her at the waist. Her ass jutting out, her skirt wadded at her waist, she heard escort bursa him shuffle behind her.

He never even removed her panties, as Carolyn felt the gusset roughly jerked to the side, then eight and a half inches of hard cock ram up into her in one stroke.

“Cummmmmmmmmmmmm” Carolyn moaned as her body erupted in pleasure. The orgasm she had been denied on his fingers rolled through her body as she felt herself filled with him.

She could feel her juices gush out around his driving cock, and hear them as they splattered to the floor between her spread feet. She didn’t need to see to know he was making her squirt as he began to pound into her.

There was no finesse, no tender grace as her cunt was plowed over and over. She heard his hips slapping the cheeks of her ass in the darkness as she desperately hung onto the box in front of her.

“Yes…fuck me…fuck me…” she groaned as he rammed in.

“You like that cock?” his voice rumbled behind her.

“Yes…oh God.” Carolyn moaned back, totally lost now.

“You like that cock?” he said again.

“Yes…love…cock…oh fuck.” She grunted in surrender.

“Going to cum” Carolyn gasped out.

Her whole body erupted as a sting of pain shot from her ass through her. She could hear the loud slap as his hand came down on her quivering cheek.

“Not yet slut.” His voice growled. “I cum FIRST.” He told her.

“Yes…you first…please…” Carolyn almost begged.

“Cum in me, cum in your slut” she whimpered in the dark.

“You want me to cum in your whore cunt?” his voice egged her on.

“Cum in your slut…cum in your whore…oh god cum in me” Carolyn babbled as her belly rolled over and over.

“Take it slut” his voice grunted behind her.

As if on command, she felt his thick cock swell inside her, and then jerk as it began to spit its hot load. The sudden sensation of warmth filling her belly was more than she could take.

“OH shittttttttttt” Carolyn moaned as her body erupted again.

Bent over she could feel her juices spray out around his buried cock, as he mauled her swinging breasts trapped in her bra and blouse. Every jerk of his hips kept sending another hot rope of seed deep into her belly.

“Thank you…thank youuuuuuu” Carolyn moaned

Just as quickly as it had started, it was gone. That thick pole slid free of her with a wet slurp, and she heard him rustle in the dark as he rearranged his clothes. She rested her forehead against the cool of the cardboard box as she caught her breath.

“Catch you later.” Carolyn heard him say as his shadow shifted towards the door.

“Hey” she stopped him. “Want to grab Chinese on the way home?” she asked.

“Sure” the dark form answered. “Are you going to be on time?” he asked.

“I should be” Carolyn rose up and began to straighten her clothes.

“See you at home” and then with a soft voice he told her “I love you mom.”

“Love you to baby” Carolyn shuddered at his words. “Very much.” She added.

As the form slipped from the dark storeroom, Carolyn glanced at her watch, the lit digital numbers showing her barely thirty minutes had passed since the meeting. She might have time to grab a bite before the marketing interview; she smiled and slipped from the storeroom into the busy hallway.

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