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All in the Family
Part-1-of-3
Jess Returns
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My kid sister, Jessica who had just turned 21, recently returned from overseas where she had been studying in Europe for the last couple of years. Despite our age difference, we've always gotten along remarkably well. I’m not trying to brag, but because we’d inherited our mother’s good looks, we were both extremely pretty. Jess is basically a slightly younger, and slightly taller version of me. She stands 5-foot 6, with thick blonde hair, sultry green eyes. Her round firm medium sized breasts have round brownish-red nipples that harden like pencil erasers when she’s aroused. She has a small trim waist and a fantastic figured that’s completed by her incredible ass and her long tan legs. Plus, thanks to her years of cheerleading she was in very good shape. As I said, my build was similar with a few minor differences due to age. My breasts were a little larger and I too was in shape due to my early years of gymnastics and because I still work out at the gym.
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Saturday night, even though we weren’t planning on hooking up with anyone, the two of us went out drinking and dancing. When the evening ended we wound up back at my place. Dancing always gets me a little horny, and I guess the same was true for little sister, too, because we start talking about wanting to get laid. Keep in mind that we're both a little tipsy from drinking. I’m still not sure how it happened, but all of a sudden jess was kissing me. I couldn’t ignore what was happening when she slipped her tongue into my mouth. “Jess, what are you doing?” I gasp.
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“Ssssssh, just relax and let me take care of you.” She purred as inched down my panties. Jess kissed me lightly at first. She knew that she would have to make the first move, so slowly, as we continued to kiss, she moved me towards the bed. I'm only a little BI, but I think that my sister, Jess is more into girls than she is into guys though, because she really knew what she was doing. She was so hot that when she held me in her arms I could feel the heat radiating from her body. And when her soft lips touched mine it is like dancing.
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The next thing I know we’re naked in my bed and Jess is telling me to, “Open those sexy legs, Viv baby.”
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I was staring deep into my sister’s eyes, as she knelt between my legs and delicately licked my warm slit. When her tongue wiggled along my puff pink lips then slithered into my pussy I melted. It was like two bodies of water coming together. Then Jess eagerly scampered on top of me, seductively straddling my face and leaned forward. My nipples immediately became tiny rocks when I felt her warm breath dance across my engorged clit. As her hands gentle slid up the caves of my thighs and drew my legs further apart, I looked up and saw the most beautiful pussies that I’d ever seen. It was perfectly shaped and its outer lips concealed her inner most core like a precious flower. She had removed all the hair from it, so I wondered what it would feel to run my tongue over its smooth bald surface before I tasted her insides.
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Kneeling over me, Jess had a perfect view of my sexy little pussy, and like hers it was completely shaven except for a small turf of silky hair above my slit. I was so excited that I grabbed her hair and shoved my pussy up to meet her thrusting tongue. As her tongue flicked across my swollen clit, I was so excited that I raised my mouth to Jess’s steaming cunt and slowly circled her clit with my tongue. Her pussy was so sweet and juicy that I eagerly delved into her snatch. I could feel the heat radiating from Jess’s pussy as I attacked her wet pussy with my mouth. I began to lick and suck her fuzzy pussy lips and clit, back and forth until Jess began to furiously rock back and forth as she ground her crotch against my mouth.
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Excitedly Jess began assaulting my clit with her lips and teeth, first gently nibbling, then sucking it between her lips.
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We were both frantically grinding our hips as we wantonly rode each other’s mouth. Things were so electrical that I never wanted the moment to end. I almost jumped out of my skin when she bit down gently my swollen clit, sending small electric shocks through my nervous system, jolting my insides. I had never been so turned on in my life. As I began moving my hips, smearing my wet pussy all over Jess’s face in return. Then Jess buried her face in my pussy and I could feel my pleasure building towards a towering peak as my orgasm neared. I steeled myself for the explosion.
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Jess was as close as I was, I could feel her trembling like a leaf in the wind, then she moaned as her climax quickly approached. Jess’s body went stiff and her mouth left my pussy, then suddenly she was shaking and moving wildly above me. And, just like that, I was tasting her sweet juices as they cascade into my mouth. I’d never tasted anything as sweet and warm before in my life.
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Jess was so hot that her body was still trembling when my climax hit me. As my eyes rolled back in my head, I stopped breathing for a second, then gasp for air as the waves of an orgasm crashed over me. With a loud moan, “Oooooooooh my god!” and, just like that, I was cumming a gusher and Jess was dutifully lapping them up like a thirsty puppy for water.
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Then, there was silence; both of us were speechless and basically exhausted. I could have laid there forever. I loved that feel of laying in bed with Jess’s perky breasts pressed up against my back and her falling asleep with one of her leg flung over me and the other knee nestled up against my butt.
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Surprisingly, sex with my sister wasn't awkward and it didn’t make either of us felt dirty, either. In fact, it was the best sex that I've ever had. I have never cum so much with anyone. Because we get along so well, when we got up the next morning neither of us were the least bit awkward. I didn't feel ashamed and I could tell Jess didn't either.
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As soon as I got up, I headed to the bathroom and hopped into the shower. As I was shampooing my hair I heard the bathroom door open and close. I stopped and listened, thinking that my Jess either needed something from the bathroom or had to pee. But that wasn't the case. I could see through the foggy clear glass of the shower that my sister was taking off the T-shirt that she’d slept in. I froze at the thought that she might be planning on climb in the shower with me, but marveled at how interesting it might become if she did. Not everyone really gets it about kissing and just being together, especially guys. But luckily Jess did and in truth I couldn’t wait to for her to kiss me again.
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As I was trying to rinse the suds out of my hair my sister Jess opened the shower door and got in behind me. As I continued to rinse the suds out of my hair and eyes, I could hear her moaning from behind me and knew instinctively that she was masturbating. I thought what the hell, after last night there was nothing left to be ashamed of, so I spun around to face her. As I watched in awe, Jess continued to stroke herself with here fingers. She now had her head thrown back and was pinching one of her nipples with her free hand. When I saw her concentrating on one area I knew that she’d found her clit. As her fingers continued to play over her slit, I put my arms around her neck and kissed her softly on the lips. Once our lips meet, I couldn't stop. As I kissed her harder our bodies meshed together causing her to shudder when my bare smoothly shaven pussy rubbed against her tight stomach.
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“I think you could use another hand"; I whispered as I slid my hand down her firm stomach and gently stroked her small patch of pubic hair. She moaned louder, as she engaged me in a passionate lip-lock. She parted my lips with her supple tongue and we let them dance. When she moaned in my mouth, I knew that she was enjoying this as much as I was. When I turned off the shower off, Jess looked a little sad, thinking that perhaps our fun was over. As we got out of the shower, I handed her a towel. Then I grabbed her hand, and lead her swiftly back into my bedroom.
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With a big grin, Jess scampered on to my bed and started playfully rubbing her clit. As I crawled on top of her, we began kissing again. You're such a sexy little slut," I purred in between kisses. "Feel my pussy, see how hot you’ve gotten," I murmured as I gently placed her hand on my outer lips. When she began to massage them, I moaned. "I bet you masturbate a lot".
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“Every night,” she moaned back as I placed my hands on her cheeks and gave her another passionate kiss.
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“I know you'll love this,” I murmured as I kissed down her stomach and began to nibble the outer lips of her pretty little pussy. I could Jess’s fingers in my hair as my tongue flicked sensuously between her warm pink lips. Jess’s grip on my hair got tighter and her chest heaved when I kissed her already swollen clit. Her breath came in tiny gasps as I began to lick around it, slowly making smaller & smaller circles. First I inserted one then two fingers inside of Jess’s sopping slit. Soon I was sucking her clit and fucking her with my fingers. Her breasts were jiggling up and down as she humped my face like I was a common whore.
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"Oh God, Viv" she moaned aloud. "I think I'm going to. I’m going to...” but before she could get the sentence out, I bit down gently on her swollen clit and her hot juices covered my face. "Fuck!" Jess almost screamed as she continued to spew her hot cum all over my face.
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As she lay there trying to catch her breath, her leg would twitched each time I that I playfully licked her sensitive clit. I knew she was exhausted so I crawled up to the headboard and cuddled her in my arms. As I kissed her forehead she began to doze off. But before she could settle herself the phone rang. It was Mom reminding us about lunch.
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Later we all sat down to a traditional family Sunday dinner, sis and me on one side of the table and mom and dad facing us on the other. Once dad had said grace, Mom asked what we were so happy about. She said that we were fidgeting and giggling like two silly teenagers. Mom looked at us suspiciously when sis gave me a quick glance and a smirk, but didn’t make an issue of it when neither of us bothered to answer. As we ate we had a family discussion about Sis’s trip to Europe and some of her whimsical school experiences.
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All the while we were talking sis had her hand under the table in my lap discretely working on my clit. With my breathing changed, Jess smirked as she gently pinched a little harder. The conversation stopped when I gave out a long moan as I started to cumming. I couldn’t help myself, I cummed even harder because I was in the presence of my parents. With a troubled look, Mom asked, “Vivian dear, are you OK?”
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Telling her that my stomach hurt, I excused myself and rushed upstairs to lie down in Jess’s room. As I lay there finishing myself off with my fingers, Jess came galloping into the room and jumped on top of me. We began to make out, but stopped when I noticed that the door was wide open. Following my gaze, Jess quickly got up and locked the door. Instead of climbing back on top of me, Jess began to pull down my shorts. As she continued to tug them down my panties, she commented gleefully on how wet my not wearing panties made my shorts.
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Now it's my turn to become the bitch… I just smiled as I pulled her face towards my waiting pussy snarled, “Lick my cunt, bitch!” Crawling quickly between my legs, Jess obediently tried to bury her face in my crotch. My delicious, tender, pink pussy was already moist and slick when Jess started kissing my cunt lips and stabbing at my clit with her tongue. Lust surged through my body as Jess mashed her lips against my now engorged clit and started licking and sucking with a vengeance. Her tongue darted in and out of my slit, further teasing my clit as she sampled my pussy juices. Heating up my already hot snatch with her breath, Jess did her damnedest to give me pleasure.
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As her mouth merged with my pussy, I gripped her head with my thighs and screamed out in pleasure as my orgasm erupted. My orgasm started in every part of my body at once and stormed up into so endless an eruption of ecstasy that I literally lost consciousness for a couple of seconds.
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After a nap I went home.
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After I got home I showered and since it was cold, put on my clean flannel PJs. I was reading after supper and I fell asleep on top of the covers. I woke up about twp hours later and didn't recall any sort of a dream, but I was soaking wet between my legs. I was so wet that the flannel of my PJs was soggy and I felt as if I was melting from about my belly button on down. I was so damn horny that I pulled off those soggy bottoms and ran my hands over my crotch. My lips were so puffy and sensitive that I could barely touch myself. I don't know, but I must have had a wet dream about Jessica because I definitely cummed my sleep. Judging from how wet my PJs were many, many times more than once.
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After a few minutes of gentle touching I was able to stroke myself slowly and softly, up and down. My clit was very swollen and red. I'm unshaven and always will be so I’m glad that jess likes pubic hair. Don’t get me wrong, my bush is neatly trimmed, I’m just not bald. I got a little tuff of silken hair at the top of my slit. Soon I was cumming for the first time, then again, and then in waves until my shoulders were shaking. My orgasms were so strong that I had tears in my eyes, was gasping for breath. When the waves passed, I lay there trembling for another 10-minutes.
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Then I dragged myself from bed and took another long, hot shower. I'm not at all horny now, so I dressed and am headed out to keep a date with some friends for a movie and a cheap dinner.
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As I finally went to bed that night I found myself thinking about what a nice Sunday it had been, even for a single woman.
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Now here it is Monday, and now I'm obviously really confused by all this. It was lesbian incest for Christ’s sake! But thinking about it, the incest thing doesn't really matter, because it's not as if either of us could get pregnant doing this or have a Mongoloid kid. The same goes for the lesbian thing, because being ‘BI’ is not a problem for good-looking hot girls these days, just the opposite, really. Guys and girls both love ‘Bi’ girls. When guys date ‘bi’ girls, they hope that they get lucky and the ‘bi’ girl includes them in a 3-some. Ordinarily if I hooked up with another girl, I'd just let it go at that and probably never see the other girl much again, but obviously I can't do that with my little sis. Even more, I can't stop thinking about how damn hot the damn sex was.
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Now ever time we’re around each other, Jess and I kept catching the other one's eye, even at dinner with our family. And every time our eyes meet, I knew that she's thinking about the weekend, because I'm thinking about it too. How fucked up (or not) is that? We love each other like sisters do, and it’s not like we're going to go get a damn civil union or anything. So, is it a problem to occasionally have mind-blowing sex with my sister like that? I think not.
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I guess Jess really was thinking the same thing I was, because Monday…
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To be continued…
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All in the Family
Part-2-of-3
Girl’s Night In
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I guess that Jess was thinking the same thing that I was, because on Monday evening she called me and arranged another get-together for the weekend. She’s going to come by after work Friday for a ‘girls’ night in. Then Saturday morning we’re going to go shopping for outfits to wear when we go out Saturday evening. Damn it’s going to be a long fun week.
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Friday night finally drug around and Jess showed up for our girl’s night. Our plans were to spend the evening in and watching ‘chick-flicks’, eating popcorn, doing each other’s nails and hair … and… most important ‘girl-talk.’ Then we’d go shopping Saturday afternoon for outfits to wear Saturday night when we went out on the town.
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While we were cuddling on the couch watching the movie, Jess said, “I’ve heard and read that men think about sex almost all the time. That they think about it much more than we girls do.”
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“ I don’t know about that.” I answered. “One of my girlfriends and I have been out twice in the last week or so, bars hopping and looking for guys. All we seem to run across are groups of guys playing pool or chatting with each other. One night we sat and watched a group of three men, no rings on surrounded by attractive women on all sides. They weren’t paying any attention to any of them. If they weren't interested in my girlfriend and I fine, but there were good looking women everywhere and it didn't seem to blip their radar screen.”
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“I know what you mean,’ mused Jess. “I’ve notice the same thing lately.” Then with a giggle, she added, “ Why don’t men hit on women anymore? I don't think that men really are more interested in sex than us girls are.’
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“I know, “ I said as I nibbled her neck, “ We're always thinking about it and talking about it when we're out. My girlfriend did get laid, but only because she was the aggressor and approached the guy first.”
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From there the conversation turned to dick size.
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‘Well for me its mostly the way a guy uses it.” Said Jess in between kisses. “If it’s too short unless he knows how to use it well … well you know. And if its short then please let it be fat... most guys though are usually medium length and slim built. It’s nice … when it’s a nice long, deep, slow stroke. Until that is until I say "Harder" … and then of course he better give it to me hard, if he ever wants again that is.
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“Although I'd like to admit that any size dick is perfect, you’re right” I agreed, “ it really depends on how he uses the damn thing. I've slept with men who've had average ones that were fabulous lovers and I’ve slept with guys with big cocks that weren’t worth getting undressed for. Having said that, I think that a big penis allows more latitude for laziness or lack of experience, cuz, hot damn, a nice big cock will really make up for a lack of technique," I giggled. As I'm sure you know, a lot of giggling goes on during a girl's only night.
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Giggling along with me, Jess added, “Finding a nice, thick, decently long one with good motion can take you to the moon!”_
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“Okay,” I said, “someone told to me this when I was a teenager and it put cock size into perspective for me. It illustrates what’s really important about penis size. A man goes into a whorehouse, drops his pants and the whore started laughing. She asks, "Who do you think will ever get off with that little penis? And with a big smile the man replies "Me bitch! Now bend over!" And if all else fails, if you can't cut the mustard, you can always lick the jar! Enough said?
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I had a friend, a girlfriend actually,” said Jess, “Who liked itty-bitty penis. They were perfect for her because she loved anal sex and little cocks didn't hurt her. So anytime she could find a guy with a tiny penis, her ass was his, literally. She liked it so much that she wanted to do anal all the damn time.”
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We decided that if a guy asked our opinion, we’d say, “Man, just be happy and confident with what you've got. After all that turns girls on more than size. And if you're not good with it, there are a ton of how to books and sex manuals that give info on how to do it right. Also, learn several different positions, especially the ones that let you "fill her up" more than others and at the same time lets you hit her different hotspots. Become amazing at giving her head, use some sex toys, or whatever it takes to make her cum like she has never cummed before. Most important, always make sure she cums at least once before you do.
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True, some girls only want that "full up" feeling but most of them would take an absolutely amazing non-stop orgasm over a big cock attached to a useless moron any day. Plus, anything over 7" or 8" will hurt most women when it bottoms out and ruin the experience. If you've got 5" to 7" with some girth, combined with some skill and confidence, you're golden. Be sure of one thing though, if you're insecure about the size of your tool in any way, the girl will be turned off.
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By now the movie was over and the popcorn was gone, but we were still awake and gabbing. This time Jess brought up sucking dicks. She seemed surprised when I told her that I, for one, totally Love to suck a good cock. What’s more, I love to get a little nasty while I’m doing it. I pull my hair out of the way so the guy I’m sucking off can watch. I like for the guy to be standing up and me down on my knees. That always makes the guy feel powerful, and let him do a little of the work. I like it when the guy grabs my hair and thrust his cock in my mouth.
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“I have a couple of questions,” said Jess. “ Is there such thing as giving too much head?”
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“Not as far as I’m concerned.” I explained. “I like to suck cocks about 8-10 times per month. I don’t always do it to completion, but rather as foreplay before we get down to the real fucking.”
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“That's fine.” Chuckled Jess, “ I don’t mind blowing my man once a week and I'll even act like I love it if he keeps his shit clean down there. I'm not fishing through a forest of 3" pubes and gagging through 2-day funk to get to it though. I keep my pretty little pussy in pristine condition and I expect him to do the same. If he doesn't I'm not putting my face anywhere near it, period.”
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“I have another question,” said Jess as she stroked my breast. “How come when we fuck a guy and we cum first, we still go at it until the guy cums? BUT when the guy cums first, he is DONE, and doesn’t give a shit about finishing off the woman off? Even if he goes limp, he still has his fingers, a mouth.”
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I could feel my nipple reacting, as I answered, “Cause they’re guys.”
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Turns out that Jess thinks that red heads are hot. Then she reminded me of her first boyfriend back in junior high. They’d dated on into high school. He’d had thick wavy dark reddish-brown hair on the outside but underneath it was this light reddish brown color. According to her, he was hairy all over. Also the guy had about 7+ inches of uncut cock and knew how to use it, so the sex was always great. After he'd cum, he would stay hard, so more often than not they could go again without him getting soft. No waiting for him to recover. According to her that was awesome.
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Back when they were still dating, the three of us had dinner and the Crazy red head told us that he had a breast fetish. He called them chest pillows, love bags, melons, jugs, boobs, just a few of perhaps a thousand names he had to describe those twin objects of desire just waiting patiently to hang free at last. Babies see food, doctors see disease, men see sex, women see power and competition and the red head saw the beauty that defines a woman.
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The red head told us that, “As long as I can remember I've been infatuated with Breasts. From an early age they were all I could think about. In fact, breasts talk to me. I could be walking down a busy street and I'll hear voices in my head. "Psst, JJ, over here, look no bra!" "Pssst, yo JJ, look at my hard nipples." "Oh JJ, look how perky!" My first job was working in a gas station pumping gas. Imagine the thrill looking down that cleavage while washing the windshield. And on and on it goes. Breasts dominated my attention.”
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He said that he looked at and admired breasts rather then fantasize about jumping the bones of the woman carrying those objects of desire. He confessed that he used to buy a magazine called “Breasts-the best part” and that his favorite breast model was Zena Fulsom. He couldn’t understand how someone could be so beautiful yet have natural breasts that could knock someone out if she turned when her name was called? I think that’s why they broke up. He was on a quest to see and admire as many beautiful Breasts in his lifetime as possible.
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I don’t know why Jess was so upset. Even if she doesn’t like to admit it, she and I were both as obsessed with breasts as her boyfriend was. I don’t know about Jess but I’ve enjoyed countless flashes, pictorials, topless bars and XXX videos. In fact, I now consider myself to be a true Breast scholar, a Breast connoisseur, and through the course of my studies I've determined that there's nothing as spectacular as natural breasts. Oh the shape, the life, the sway, and the wobble. They can be big and firm, small and perky, sporting long nipples, huge areoles, and puffy or inverted nipples. Oh when they are hanging over me and wobbling in my face, it sends me into ecstasy. There is nothing like it, when I see a lovely lady raise her your arms over your head and they become jiggle boobs.
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I scope out breasts everywhere that I go. I was even scooping out Jess breasts while we were talking. When I see a woman jogging, she becomes a spectator sport. A woman in the frozen food isle becomes the center of attention when her nipples harden. I call erect nipples a ladies “high beams”. A single woman in the Laundromat becomes a beacon to all eyes because when she goes to the Laundromat its when she has no other clothes left in her dresser. Hence she usually has no bra on, or one that don't fit or too small. A shoe store is the real proving grounds. I still fantasize about being a shoe salesman. I truly believe all shoe salesmen do that job not for the money but for the cleavage they get to look at for 8 hours a day. I can see the ladies now leaning forward to tie those shoes with their "V" neck shirts draping open. It’s off the subject, but think of all the skirts that you get to look up. The ‘beaver’ shots in this day of flimsy see through panties or even better, no panties at all. A nice shot of a furry little slit is almost as good as a boob flash.
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Don’t forget the volleyball net at a nudist beach. Need I say more? Yes, I been there and watched it. It was 1986 and Cindy Lauper was on the radio blaring a favorite song of mine called Time After Time and breasts were a flying. It was the most wonderful volley ball game I’ve ever seen.
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As we continued to talk I enjoyed the comforting, soft, warm of Jess’s firm breasts in my hand. Words cannot describe the feeling of resting my face on her chest. I love to sleep the night with my head resting between her two beautiful breasts. It’s a real turn on to gently and slowly massage her erect nipples and trace my finger around the round outlines and down her cleavage.
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To be continued…
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All in the Family
Part-3-of-3
Shopping
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Saturday morning we went to the mall to pick out outfits for our evening out. Jess was wearing a pair of short cuts offs and a tight white tank top that left little to the imagination. She looked incredibly sex as she bounced across the parking lot towards the stores.
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Inside, we looked like two kids in a candy shop as we window shopped, admiring all the hot outfits, Jess decided on a little blue number, it was real short, but I wasn’t complaining. As we stood in the dressing room, I watched her undress, each garment delicately sliding off her perfect body.
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I already had my dress on; it was red and strapless, almost the twin of Jess’s dress. I knew that I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help staring at her beautiful body, her long slim legs and creamy soft skin. Let’s face it, Jess was hot and my panties were getting wet. She would never look sexier than she did at that moment. My mouth watered as she bent over to slide her long tan legs inside the garment. Holding back was becoming more and more difficult. Before I could talk myself out of it, I put my hands around her bare waste, leaned forward and kissed her shoulder blade.
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“Oh, god, Vivian,” Jess giggled, “What are you doing?” letting the dress fall back down to her ankles.
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I didn’t answer, I just kept on kissing and licking her bare back, eventually sliding my hands up and cup her breasts. Her nipples instantly became hard, and her body sort of went limp as she leaned back against me. As my breasts pressed into her shoulder blades, I watched my hands playing with her nipples in the mirror in front of us. I couldn’t tear my eyes from her flat stomach and her cantaloupes.
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Peering at the mirror, she watched my every move for a few minutes. Then she reached back and pinched one of my already stiff nipples. I wanted her so I turned her around to face me. Her eyes were as alive with lust and desire as mine were. As she leaned forward to kiss me, she reached behind me and unzipped my dress. As my dress fell down around my ankles, I silent praised myself for suggesting that we try the dresses on without underwear. She began to kiss me harder as I roughly fondled her magnificent breasts. It was a relief that I’d chosen the full wall dressing room, the one with no space underneath for nosey shoppers to peek at us.
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I knew that in this public forum that I’d have to make the first move, so as we kissed I began to bend my knees. As we both came to rest on the dressing room floor, I broke the kiss, quickly moving my lips from her mouth to her left nipple. She was so hot, I could feel her body heat like I was standing in front of an oven. She immediately started running her fingers fervently through my long red hair.
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Placing my hands on her shapely hips, I pulled her naked body closer so I could get more of her nipple into my mouth. She moaned my name over and over as I sucked her tits like a newborn. As I sucked one tit and massaged the other, I could smell her pussy starting to juice up. Her breathing was so labored that she sounded like she’d just ran a marathon.
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Looking up at her, I whispered, “Lie down on your back and open those sexy legs.” With a grin, she readily agreed, but on one condition, she wanted to 69.
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“Oh god,” I giggled, “I haven’t done 69 since I was a sophomore in high school.”
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Careful not to bump her head on the wall, Jess eased herself onto her back and Lasciviously spread her legs and flashed me her pussy. As I eased my way on top of her, I looked down at her sexy pussy, completely bald except for a little turf at the top of her slit. As I seductively straddled her face, my nipples turned to stone when I felt her hot breath waft across my already engorged clit. Placing my hands on her thighs, I slowly spread her legs a bit further. When I lowered my face into her crotch, it was the most erotic moment of my life and it was happening on the floor of a dressing room in the mall.
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Without a word, Jess started licking and kissing my inner thighs, occasionally flicking her tongue across my asshole. God, I can’t even begin to tell you how good that felt. With a moan that I know the ladies in the other change booths heard, I lowered my mouth to her scalding cunt and slowly circled her clit with my tongue. I could feel the heat rising from her. Her pussy smelled like fruit, no doubt from the peach body spray she’s always spritzing herself with.
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With total sexual abound precision; I began to suck her fuzzy pink pussy lips and clit, back and forth until she began to work her hip s. when I allowed the fingers to drift down to her asshole, it drove Jess crazy. So, crazy that she attacked my clit with her lips and teeth, first nibbling and then sucking.
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I never wanted this moment to end. We were both grinding our hips and riding each other’s mouths like crazy. When I slid my tongue between the softy moist folds of her slit, her hips were no longer grinding sideways. They were now bucking upwards, shoving her pussy against my mouth. I felt her gently bite down on my clit, sending small electrical shocks all through my system, jolting my insides.
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I was so excited that I couldn’t hold still. I was smearing my wet sloppy pussy all over her mouth. As I gasped for breath, I knew that I wasn’t going to last much longer, my body was screaming for me to cum. As my tongue flashed wildly over her broiling slit, I soaked her outer puffy pink outer lips with my saliva.
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Our tongues were now working in unison, both pistoning in and out of our engorged slits. I could hear her grunting and knew that she was getting close. Suddenly, her body tensed and her mouth left my pussy. With a moan she was shaking and bucking wildly beneath me, and, just like that she was spilling her sweet cum all over my face. I was savoring its sweetness and warmth, and her body was still shaking when my own orgasm hit. My eyes rolled into my head and I grabbed her thighs and ground my drenched pussy hard against her mouth. When I cummed, she didn’t waste a drop.
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Then there was silence. We were both speechless and exhausted. But, I knew that we couldn’t lie there on that floor forever, so I laboriously pulled my self up, with Jess soon following. We both giggled at how weak our knees were as we leaned against the wall for support. Then we kissed, the hottest, sexiest, most beautiful kiss I’ve ever had.
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That night, we went out in our new outfits, both pretending to be interested in the dull conversation of the guys that bought us drinks and that we danced with. As dull as they were, we did find a couple of them interesting though. I think that Jess had her eye on this one cute redhead. But as could be expected, when the night was over we went home together, just the two of us.
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The end…
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