escort-[R-01]-part-1 thru 2-of-7

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Escort for Fun

The Beginning

Part-1-of-6

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This is not really relevant but it's the only place I can vent anonymously so I figured who cares. I do the mental purging thing and no one get's hurt yada-yada, blah, blah. I'm not really seeking advice, condolences, criticism, or derision. I'm just utilizing this section for what it's intended for I guess. That being explained, I'll get right to the point. My name is Rachael, and I’m a 30-year-old. I’m 5-foot 6-inches tall, and weigh 125 pounds with very smooth, olive skin, auburn hair, green eyes, an ass that could not be more perfect and medium size breasts with nice sensitive nipples. I have a good job and a really good man that adores me, to the point of obsession. Brian was so naïve that I timed our first love making with my period so he thought I was a virgin the first time we were together. Now that we were living together, money wasn’t a problem, I maintain myself exceptionally well, and I’m active in church. Brian and I have no kids so as far as he knows; he’s my number one priority. For him I’m a demon chef that can make anything and I mean anything. He can have Italian one night and Chinese the next.

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When we go out to eat in order not to embarrass James I’m deliberately a class act. I say please and thank you and am sweet and courteous to the staff. Brian’s friends all like me, their wives not so much, which of course is because I charm the pants off their men.

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I don’t use drugs, and I don’t over do the alcohol. I’m a gem; he never has to worry about how I will behave in public because my manners are impeccable.

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If I have a beef with him I let him have it both barrels but in private. We are like Bonnie and Clyde and I love what we have, because it’s just him, no family and me or kid drama. We can go and do whatever we want, when we want because we’re not ‘saddled’ with her insolent kids.

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The sex, there’s no words that can describe. I’m his fantasy, a screamer and a dirty talker and I don’t have to rein in my sexual music because our ‘kids’ are in the other room. Do i even need to talk about how tight my pussy is? The difference between the pussies of women who’ve had no kids and that of a woman, who’ve had even only 1-kid is like comparing a tight soft glove to an old used slipper.

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Even though I’m with in the same age range as most of the moms, I look better; my skin is soft and youthful.

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Brian thinks our conventional 7-minute hump makes him a porn star, and that I'm equally oblivious about what constitutes an amazing lay or any other variation of sex outside of the ‘Jack Rabbit.’ Unfortunately, Brian has a very small, thin cock with a wart on the side. It was maybe 4-inches on a good day, and as much as I love him that just didn't do it for me. I’m just glad that I have a boyfriend who gets hard and horny everyday and yet remains faithful to me. I know it's not my responsibility to assist him when he has morning wood early in the morning on a workday, when I’m still half-asleep, and need to get ready for work. Brian doesn't know how lucky he is that for the love of all that is happy and healthy in a relationship, I try to see the silver lining / positive side rather than internalizing it. Instead of looking for some way to feel bad or victimized by it, I orally take care of it.

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After I take care of his morning wood, he likes to relax in bed with coffee and the Sunday New York Times, while I work on the crossword. Brian is so naïve and easy to please that he likes to see me in white cotton underwear and t-shirt dancing around our bedroom. To his unfortunate detriment Brian remains insanely clueless about who I am or what I'm into when we're not together. He doesn’t realize it but he’s a sexist, he too has a double standard. I want to ask him why only a woman is a nymphomaniac. We girls are supposed to all like sex, but not too much. We see hot men with their shirts off in every commercial and on TV all the time, but we're supposed to marry one guy and only be with him even when he gets fat. That’s just stupid. Most men think we should go back to the '50s and women have one partner for life, no thanks, that sounds too boring. What if you got a bad one, you're stuck. You only live once, whole life with bad sex. The '50s are over man, get used to it. Why would you want to return to a past that was no fun for anyone? Back then no one had oral sex; no one had sex with more than one person and women never dressed sexy. Though Aaron knows I'm far from the angel next door and he's no choir boy, I don't think prayer alone could redeem me from the many depraved acts I've done consensually.

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I honestly believe if Brian knew the real me he'd completely quit women, and rightly so because I'm an asshole. Oddly enough as much as I care for him, and I do immensely, I really don't feel guilty about what I've done. What I continue to do... I'm not treacherous, scandalous, or intentionally devious; I just REALLY like to fuck. And for some unforeseen reason have the ability to differentiate getting off and feelings. I've never associated sex with emotion the way its said women are inclined to do. Not even in the most intense relationships. Whatever chip they administered for that must have burned out at birth. I just never really understood how one has to complete the other. So I haven't and won't bother trying to figure it out. I resign myself to concede to the need.

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It’s hard to believe that it all started one summer at Green Lake when I was 14. One evening when a couple of my girlfriends and I went for a late night swim, we met up with some older High school guys. And like typical teenagers we wound up in a hot make out session. Naturally the guys wanted to fuck us, but we wouldn't let them. The guy that I was with put my hand on his swimming trunks so that I could feel his ‘boner’ as he called it. It felt so good that I played with it for a while through his suit. Then when I got my nerve up, I took it out of his bathing suit. I can remember that it was so very hard. I laid my head on his stomach so I could look at it while I played with it. It was so near my face that it seemed natural to want to kiss it. But when I did, it exploded in my hand and all over my face. Of course some got in my mouth, and I remember that it tasted real salty.

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The other two guys were jealous because I jacked their buddy off but my girlfriends wouldn’t jack them off. So at the urging of everyone including my girlfriends, I agreed to do them too. By the time that I’d jacked off the other 2-guys with everyone watching, I knew that I was hooked on boys and their cocks. The other two guys were so excited that they cummed in seconds.

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Once I learned how too deep throat without gagging and started swallowing, my reputation was made. After that I was known at school as the ‘header queen,’ and was the most popular girl in High School. At any athletic event, after school, or on weekends you could always find me on my knees with my mouth open sucking the jocks cocks. I must have sucked several hundred cocks from about the eighth grade through the twelfth grade.

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I even use to suck off one of my High School math teacher. He was the father of the first guy that I sucked off at the lake and it was his son that set me up with him. We’d get together at least 2 or 3-time a week in his van. I loved to suck him off. His was the first really big uncut cock that I ever sucked. His cock had a big head and I used to play hide-n-seek with it and his foreskin. He was very patient. He was the one that taught me how to breathe through my nose and relax my throat so that his cock could go down my throat. After that, he was so far down my throat when he cummed that I never even tasted it.

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The fact is that since that night I've had a really compromising sex addiction, one I think even for a man would be considered outrageous. So being a female, I can't find the words to categorize my deviant behavior. Imagine that you’re on your period or approaching it. Your hormones are doing the tango to double-time in your bloodstream. You’re randy, horny, need-cock-NOW out of your mind with lust. You’ll stop at nothing until you’re satisfied. Only for me that insatiable desire doesn’t ebb or fade until your next period, instead it’s like I was a man with chronic testosterone poisoning 24/7. What the average female feels at her most lust-driven, sopping-wet, would-kill-to-cum moments of the month I feel every minute of every fucking day. The fact that I can stay focused on any task not sex-related is a freakin' miracle in itself. I’m such a slut that some manner of sex saturates my thoughts regularly 24/7.

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Some nights I can't sleep because thoughts about fucking keep swirling around in my head. It was torture lying there naked, massaging my stiff eraser head size nipples, with my dripping wet pussy, and imaging a big cock sliding inside of me. God, I am sick with lust. That’s truly the best and only way to describe it.

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I want someone, anyone’s lips and tongue licking and sucking my breasts, while their facial hair tickles my skin. I want thick, large fingers inside of me while the man watches my face in ecstasy. I want to watch someone ram their face into my pussy as they work it with their tongue.

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I want to watch someone fucking me in the reflection of a mirror. I want to fuck for hours and hours again. And then finally, I want to watch as someone cums all over my stomach and breasts. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone cum as much as the last guy I fucked. It's like a hose, literally, so heavy thick and warm.

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I was on my back, legs raised up to where my knees were near my ears, ass in the air as he moved forward so that his cock hovered between my parted thighs. I watched in total fascination, as he spread my legs wider. Then he grabbed my hips, and I cried out for joy as he entered me. My high-pitched squeal caused him to look down and smile. My long legs were soon up over his shoulders and I was moaning and gasping in time with his steady powerful thrusting. My fingers dug into the cheeks of his ass, urging him on, as I tried to pull him in deeper each time he plunged into me. He was pumping me methodically, pushing my all the way in. I moaned with pleasure as he slowly pulled it almost all the way out and then almost brutally ramming it back in so hard and deep that our flesh made slapping noises as our bodies connected. The angle was exquisite and he actually hit my g-spot. My eyes rolling back in orgasmic agony, head throw back, probably moaning so loud it might be called screaming... and suddenly he pulled out and began jerking off his eight-inch, hard-as-a-rock cock, and I could tell he was enjoying being watched. Lowering a hand, I dipped a finger into my pussy and began playing with myself. Just to help spur things on, I pulled the finger out, put it in my mouth, sucked my juices off, and then returned it to my pussy. That was as far as I got before he announced, “I'm gonna cum!"

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"Come here, slut," he snarled. Though his calling me a slut stung me for a fraction of a second, I moved towards him. Grabbing a handful of my hair, he moved my head to a couple of inches in front of his cock. The image of his cock head so close to my face, knowing that it is getting ready to explode is hard to describe. It was incredibly sexy; yet fear inducing at the same instant. I knew that at that range it could cause some damage if things weren't handled the right way. Watching a guy jerk he off at that angle was new to me as well and the whole combination of everything going on at that moment put me on the verge of an orgasm myself.

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At that range I knew it was going to sting, so I girded myself for the impact. The first shot hit me just below the right eye, but I couldn't pull back because he was holding my head. The second shot followed pretty quickly after that and got me right on the nose. It began draining off the end of my nose and caused it to itch like hell, but things were moving too quickly for me to react to it.
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The third shot followed right on the mouth, and a fourth shot hit me square in the right eye. The bastard then took his cock and rubbed his cum into my face. I hadn't anticipated that, but it didn't gross me out too badly. He let go of my hair, and I began trying to wipe the cum out of my eyes with my fingers.

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As he laughed and continued to squeeze his cock, he said, "Those were some good shots. I hope you enjoyed that."

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Not sure what to do at that point, I said, "Thanks, dude."

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When will this torture end for me? I imagine never. Even if I could I might not make it stop. This torturous pleasure is unlike anything most people have ever experienced. It's so wrong but so good.

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The porn I watched, my last session, the next hook up, some random driver in the car next to me. I literally visualize various acts of someone defiling me the majority of my day. I say to myself, Men with big cocks, please keep on flashin' for us ladies because I, for one, love to look at pictures of your cocks. Many of them are nice, and I fantasize about what they'd feel like inside me. I love Aaron, but he's got a small pee-pee. Some of the cocks I see on the net make me wet they look so good. So keep showin' what you've been blessed with. Men who post pictures of their cocks may not realize that we women enjoy looking at an ugly big veined cock. We sit there and drool and masturbate while using your picture as a sex toy.

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When I go to another city on business, I'm an animal. If I see a cute guy I start flirting with him and before he knows it, I've taken him to my hotel and we’re having wild sex. The last time I was out of town at the airport I was asked to go through the new body scanner at the airport. But they still preceded to strip search me anyway. I was wearing a thong because they are more comfortable on long flights than regular panties.
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The TSA agent asked me to empty my pockets. I did, but failed the test in front of the new full body scanners. I was asked to remove everything from my pockets, and I did, although they were non-ferrous. I failed. Then I went to step two and had all my baggage scanned, and a man asking for permission to pat down my body, including my crotch with ‘the back of his gloved hand,’ as he described it. How nice, even though I wouldn’t be allowed on the airplane unless I said, "yes."
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They performed the infamous ‘residual gunpowder signature’ on my luggage. I passed, of course, and I suffered through a guy asking a lot of questions about my flight, my intentions, my home, etc. Damn, I am a Caucasian female and, while I know there are some that have done bad (shoe bomber), the fact of the matter is that I don't even remotely fit the ‘profile’ of a terrorist, though I know it may be changing at anytime.
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After I’d been through a lot of shit, I saw this female guard walking toward me. Even in her unisex uniform she was a beauty. She had gorgeous blonde hair that she wore down to her shoulders. Her hazel eyes seemed cat like and she looked as if she were ready to leap on me. Looking at my ticket, she said, “Rachael, you don’t mind if I call you Rachael do you? Rachael, you need to come with me,” and the next thing I knew we were locked in a small room with nothing but a desk.

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First the guard ran her hands though my thick auburn hair, then down my neck to my shoulders. Her hands gently squeezed my shoulders before sliding down my torso, ever so slowly and sensually. Then she gently reached under my jacket, her fingers lingering on my stomach before reaching up to cup my breasts. As she squeezed my breasts, she pulled me closer to her. My moan betrayed my desire and left me literally dripping wet. Stoned faced, the guard gave my breasts a quick squeeze before moving on down to my waist and around to my firm tight ass, finally running her hands gently over my crotch and then down my slender legs.

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Then she turned me around and said, "Open your mouth, cunt." I submissively did as I was told and she reached inside with two fingers. She fished around for any contraband and, finding none, she withdrew her fingers. Grabbing me behind the head, she pulled me forward and locked lips with me. The way that she stuck her tongue down my throat left no questions about contraband being hidden in that cavity.

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“I’m afraid, cunt,” she laughed, “that I’m going to have to ask you to strip.”

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I was wearing business attire, a black man like jacket and matching skirt that stopped a few inches above the knee, and a delicate white silk blouse that was vaguely see-through, and black heels. Underneath I wore a lacy white bra, a black sheer thong panties and black thigh high stockings. A little embarrassed, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. Untucking it from my skirt, I slowly pulled it off her shoulders and placed it on the desk behind me. Looking imploringly at the guard, hoping for some kind of reprieve, I hesitated momentarily at the skirt. When the guard continued to stand there impassively and say nothing, my shoulders slumped further in defeat and I began to undo the clasp and zipper of my skirt. Wiggling my hips slightly I worked the skirt down and off my legs and placed it on top of my discarded blouse. I’d never been naked in front of another female before, so when I turned to face the guard my hands self-consciously moved to cover my bra and panties.
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"My God, you really are a fucking slut, aren't you? Look at those panties," the guard exclaimed. My eyes, suddenly doe like, wandered to my captor, imploring her not to make me do what I knew must come next. The guard’s expression didn’t change though. As my face reddened, she smirked, "Now the underwear cunt.”
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Escort for Fun

A Helpless

Part-2-of-6

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With shaking hands I reached behind my back and unfastened the clasp of my bra. Slowly drawing the straps down my arms, I finally pulled the cups away from my breasts and placed the bra with the rest of my clothes. As I turned back to face the guard, my hands immediately went up to cover my exposed flesh.
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"Keep your hands down at your sides, cunt," the guard snapped.
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Reddening further, I self-consciously lowered my hands from my breasts. Against my will, my nipples had hardened from the sudden exposure to the cool air blowing in from the air conditioner. Though the guard would never admit it aloud, I had beautiful breasts. The kind most women would love to own. They were extremely firm and had no visible sag to them. "My God, look at those breasts of yours; they’re not much bigger than fried eggs." She had no intention of giving me any praise or kind words. "Now, cunt the panties," she ordered.
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Hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my tiny panties, I slowly rolled them off her hips and down her legs. As I bent down to step out of my panties, her breasts swung tantalizing toward the guard. Once my panties had been added to the pile, I straightened back up and faced my tormentor, arms held firmly at my side.

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The guard stepped behind me and ran her fingers through my hair once again, all pretenses that she was still checking for contraband disappearing as she turned my head slightly and stuck her tongue into my hungry mouth.
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After satisfying herself that I wasn’t hiding anything in my hair, her hands moved on to my shoulders and chest. She lifted each breast, checking for packages that could be taped underneath. My breathing became somewhat ragged as her hands explored every hidden nook and cranny of my body. As she finished checking my breasts and stomach she took a step back. "Just hold still, cunt," she told me, "This next part is bound to be a little uncomfortable,” she smirked, “but I’ll bet it won't be your first time."
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Not daring to look back, but hearing the snap of the glove, my firm ass tensed. I’d never been cavity searched before, but had seen it on TV so knew what to expect. “Bend over the desk, cunt spread your legs and loosen up your cheeks, I really don't want to hurt you."
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I reluctantly complied, spreading my legs and my butt cheeks as wide as I could. The guard's fingers entered my pussy first, accompanied by a sharp intake of breath and a slight moan on my part. I noticed immediately that the finger slid in with surprising ease. I knew what that meant, and so did the guard. "You're really wet cunt. You must be starting to like this," she said in a nearly conversational tone.
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I bit back a sharp retort as, despite myself I gyrated my hips. The guard allowed me to enjoy the ride on her fingers for several seconds before removing them and wiping them on my ass cheeks. "Grab your cheeks and spread them cunt," the guard ordered. My excitement grew once again as her hands explored my now naked body. As soon as my butt cheeks were spread, the guard found my rectum and unceremoniously pushed her finger up my ass. I moaned loudly as she did, ass play had always turned me on. Slowly, and a great deal more gently than I expected the guard probed me quite thoroughly. I felt my face flush with embarrassment, but found that the sensation of the searching digit was pleasurable. I lay very still while she probed my ass.

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Surprisingly, she conducted her search as quickly and painlessly as possible. I moaned with pleasure as the desire to get my brains fucked out welled up within me, unfortunately heedless of my desires, she withdrew her fingers and pushing me firmly back down on the desk.

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As I lay on the table watching, the guard casually stripped off her clothes. Once naked I saw how gorgeous she was. She stood about 5-foot 7 and she possessed a rock hard 35-23-35 figure. Her breasts were firm and stood out proudly from her chest. Her ass was marvelous and as hard as her abs. Her legs although muscular were shapely and attractive and she had cute blonde fuzz above her slit. Naked, she was a sight to behold and to my surprise, I desired her.

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Fearfully, I slid off the table down on to my knees and kissed up her shapely legs to her thighs and lingered there kissing and licking. Then for the first time in my life, my face was buried in another girl's soaking pussy. Knowing what I liked and trying to copy it, I licked and sucked the guard’s pussy with passion while pushing two fingers in and out of her. I’d never known such intense pleasure as the guard unleashed a river of love juice as she erupted in a glorious orgasm.

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My face was only inches from her smoldering pussy; I stared at the swollen pussy lips and enlarged clit. Licking my lips, I inhaled the intoxicating aroma of the guard’s aroused pussy and watched the drops of moisture form on the guard’s delicate pussy lips like dew on a flower.
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Without having to be told, I stuck out my tongue. I liked what I tasted so I dove right in. my tongue flicked like a serpent as I pushed it as far as I could into her scrumptious tasting pussy. As my arms wrapped around my new lover, I squeezed her shapely derrière as I lapped up the moisture oozing from her pussy. I was soon lost in a wild feeding frenzy and couldn't get enough of her tasty treat.
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The guard moaned, "Good little girl, yes, eat mommy's pussy, make her feel good. Oh god yes, just like that, suck my clit … oh, yessssss! So fucking good … it feels so fucking good …yes, you've done this before, haven't you baby?"
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I loved the urging almost as much as I loved the guard’s juicy pussy. I paused briefly to catch my breath and looked up at my beautiful new friend and cooed, "No, I've never done this before but I love it so much. But if I’d known how fantastic it was, I’d have done it a long time ago. You’re delicious and I want to bring you pleasure."
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Possessively, the guard pushed my face deeper to her steamy pussy and said, "Eat it then, make momma cum all over your pretty face. Lick it all up! Yessssss, taste my cum and don't stop! Oh my god, you are divine, just like that, oh baby, I love it." I took this as a cue to go on. I knew I had her in the palm of my hand. It was up to me what to do next. With a little smirk, I slowly licked up and down the length of her slit. As I did this, the guard wiggled her hips and let out a little moan. Every time she would moan, it would turn me on. I loved hearing her moan, it really fucking got me going. Sensuously I dragged my tongue over her clit, and then on down the rest of her slit. I did this to tease her, to make her want it so bad she couldn't stand it. With a giggle, I then slowly flicked my tongue against her clit, not too fast, but not too slow. Just fast enough to stimulate her down there.

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When she cummed, she cummed hard, her pussy spurting and oozing and squelching wetly as she bucked up and down against my face. Her delicate lips flared out, sopping wet and dripping with moisture as she cummed. My tongued danced up and down her slit, devouring her sweet cum. She kept moving her ass in little circles, giggling girlishly as I licked and lapped and pushed my tongue into her tight pussy.

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Plopping down on the desk, the guard embraced me and then held me in her strong arms and cooed as she slowly came down. When we kissed, I knew that she could taste herself on my lips and that made me even hotter.

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Still on my knees, I submissively picked up her pants and held them. With her hand on my head for balance, she stepped into them and pulled them up. Then she lifted first one foot and then the other as I slipped her shoes on her. Before she zipped her pants I was allowed one last kiss. Then I stood, moved behind her and helped her into her bra, copping a feel as I snuggled the cups into place. Sliding her shirt up her arms and into place, I moved around front and buttoned it for her.

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As I tucked her shirt tail in, she raised her hand up to her chin and gazing into my eyes, lifted my face up to hers. I could feel her breath on my lips for what seemed like an age before her lips finally touched mine. Softly her lips pressed against mine, soft, smooth, warm, alive. Her warm mouth devoured mine, her tongue flicking mine as she bit and nibbled my lip. Her hand went straight for my breast, as she kneaded it, we kissed and kissed again. A sigh escaped her lungs between kisses. Her arms tighten about my neck as she held me even tighter in her embrace, her hands slowly massaging my back.

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When she slowly pulled away, I found myself looking into her eyes once again; her gazing seemed to pierce my soul. "I... that... that was quite something," she stammered, when she finally found her voice again. I smiled at her, glad that I'd been able to please her. After one last squeeze of my breast, she said, “Get dressed.”

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As I bent and retrieved my thongs, my guard snapped her fingers and said, “You don’t need those.” Handing them to her I reached for my bra. As my fingers closed around my bra, she said, “That either.”

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My guard watched as I slowly slipped on my delicate white silk blouse. As the cool material touched my flesh, I felt my nipples harden into eraser like erection. Conscious of how visible my nipples were through the vaguely see-through material, I slipped on my black skirt. Tucking in my blouse, I zipped up my skirt and steeped into my black heels. Thankful that it would hide my all too visible nipples, I donned the matching jacket and buttoned it into place.

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Following my guard through the door back into the terminal area, my faced reddened in shame when I realized that my guard was holding my panties and bra in her hand. Possessively moving me through the checkpoint, she waved her prize for all to see, a symbol of her conquest. Instead of just passing me through the checkpoint, my guard insisted on escorting me all the way to the check-in desk at my gate. It was like running a gauntlet of snickers and sneers from the airport employees who knew what the prize meant.

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While I self-consciously took my seat to wait for boarding, my guard took my ticket to the agent and checked me in. after a whispered conversation that required both of them leering at me, my guard went back to her post. When the agent brought me my ticket, I had been up graded from the business class that my company had sprung for to first class.

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Except for joining the mile high club in the restroom with one of the pilots, the rest of my flight was rather uneventful.

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I let myself get sucked into being a sub. He was upfront about it from the beginning so it was nice. I could have politely said no and walked away, but his good looks, all his intelligence, humor and talent clouded my thinking and damn, he was smart and manipulative as hell. It didn’t hurt that we fit together from nape to heel either. I’d always dreamed about being truly helpless and vulnerable. This time I truly was.
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The anonymous guys that I have sex with and I often indulge in submissive adventures. They often share me with their friends and sometimes even other strangers. And they all like to expose me in public places. I love all the sex but it’s humiliating to be used by others while others watch. It’s strangely exciting as well, but only if I feel forced to perform, helpless to protest. I know should be ashamed of my behavior and I feel mortified when I am called a slut or a cheap whore, but after awhile it becomes exhilarating.
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All of my adventures normally maintain a certain amount of control. I always have a safe word incase things get too far out of hand, although I've never used it. I’d been in town for about a week when one of the tires on my rent car started giving me trouble. When I called the rental company they told me their garage was only a few blocks from my hotel and if I’d take it by, they’d put me a new tires in about 10-minutes. When I called for an appointment, Ernie the manager of the garage said they had a full schedule, but that if I would come in after hours they take care of me.

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When I showed up for my appointment at Ernie's garage I was wearing dresses in business attire much like I was at the airport, but this time a Navy blue jacket and skirt that also stopped a few inches above the knee, a delicate peach silk blouse, and black heels. Underneath thanks to a trip to Victoria’s secret, I wore a lacy white bra, a black sheer panties and nude colored thigh high stockings. I pulled up to Ernie's shop and rang the night bell.
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A man who I assumed was Ernie came to the door and undressed me with his eyes as he asked, “May I help you?”

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I said. "I'm Mrs. B and I’m here for the tires."
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"They’re ready to go, Mrs. B," he said. "Have a seat in the waiting room and we'll get right on it."
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Reaching in my purse, I gave Ernie the car keys and he had one of his helpers pull in, raise it up on the hydraulic lift and removed the tires. I cooled my heels in the waiting room for a while but got impatient so I walked over to the door to check on their progress. Ernie and his helper, Chuck, were busy at work. There was room for three cars in the garage. Like garages the world over, tools and tires were everywhere in the general clutter. Grease and oil seemed to permeate all surfaces, including the messy floor. It looked like they were just about to finish up when Ernie called me from the garage doorway.
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"Ma’am, could you come over here, I need to show you something."
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I walked over as Ernie ducked under the car and showed me where some oil was leaking from the oil pan. "Looks like you might have a problem, ma’am," he said. "Take a closer look."
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As Ernie backed away, I foolishly slipped under the car to inspect the oil leak. As I did, I reached up to the hoist to balance myself and placed my hand in a pool of grease. As I quickly drew my hand back I bumped into the hoist. It was then that a stream of black oil landed on my peach blouse just below my right shoulder and above my breast.
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"Geez, ma’am, I'm so sorry, that oil will cause a permanent stain. No way will it come out. Did it soak through?"
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"I think so, Ernie. Do you have something to get this grease off my hands?"
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"Here, let me," said Ernie as he took my hand and started scrubbing the grease off with an oily rag. He then began to unbutton my blouse. "If we get this off," he said. "I can wipe off the oil so it doesn't drip down to your pretty bra."
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I guess Ernie had a pretty good view of my bra through the blouse, but it surprised me when he started to unbutton my blouse. Although Ernie seemed harmless enough, my stomach was fluttering at the close contact in such a public place. After all, Chuck was watching in the whole scene.
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"Mrs. B, how would you like to have some fun?" asked Ernie with a smile.

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"Well, I don't know, Ernie, what do you hand in mind?" But I knew what he had in mind.
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"I can just look at you and see how submissive you are," Ernie said. "And I like bitches like you, someone that I can control and bend to my wishes. Trust me; I can be just as devious as anyone that you’ve ever been with when it comes to putting a cunt in her place."
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"I don't think so Ernie, I shouldn't . . .”
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"You're right Mrs. B, you shouldn't . . . but you will . . . won't you cunt?"
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As I stood there between two of the lifts, I could feel those familiar urges. Ernie certainly sounded aggressive enough. My chest heaved at the thought of losing control with Ernie in a dirty, dank garage. Only a true slut would even consider agreeing to his suggestion. "OK, Ernie,” I whispered helplessly, “What do you want me to do?"
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"Whatever I say Mrs. B, or should I say 'my sweet slut?' You can start by stripping off that blouse. Take a look Chuck. I'll bet seeing her naked is going to be a real treat."
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"Come on slut, let's see …

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To be continued...
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mom-[MS-174]---part-1-of-1

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Hot Mom

Part-1-of-1
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I am 18-years old and often think about girls from my college when I masturbate. All the girls from college wear low cut tops and very short skirts that are more like a belt than a skirt. Some would wear panty hose or stockings and others would go bare legged. Watching them would always get me so horny that as soon as I got home I would to go straight to my room and masturbate while thinking about them bending over and showing me there skimpy panties and thongs.
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Today was yet another very hot day and it was only the start of the summer. The unintentional teasing that the girls were doing had my cock as stiff as a board. I skipped the last two classes of the day and headed home early because I couldn’t concentrate on what the teachers were saying anyway. All I could think of was watching the girls bending over and thinking how good it would feel to rip their panties off and fuck their brains out.
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As I walked in the front door I could hear music playing from upstairs. It sounded like my sister Ruth was home from work early today too. Ruth was 20, had deep blue eyes and red hair down to the middle of her back. She stands at 5-foot 6 and carries a few pounds more than she would like but she still looked hot. Plus she has a great pair of breasts, 38c according to the label in the bra I found one day in the dirty clothes hamper.
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Mom didn't work so except for when she was at the gym, she was always at home. Her name is Karla, she is 38-years old and stands at 5-foot 8 and weighs in at about 130 lbs and is a 36C in the bra department. She has shoulder length black hair and brown eyes and works out at least twice a week at the local gym and always has all the guys drooling over her including me.
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Oh my name is Paul and I am 6-foot tall with short brown hair blue eyes and about 180lbs. And since I accidentally saw Ruth and mom out back trying to get an all over suntan about a month ago I have been as horny as hell around them both.

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Now where was I, oh yeah I had just walked in the front door and could here music playing. I thought I would be able to make it to my room without being caught with my pants tenting out in front of me. I got to within 3-feet of my bedroom door when I heard my Mom calling me.
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"Paul? Is that you? Come here I need a word with you,” called out Mom.
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"Yeah it's me. Can we talk later?" I yelled back wanting to get rid of my erection before I saw her.
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"It wont take but a second, I just need your opinion about something,” Mom called back.
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"Oh ok mom. Where are you?"
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"In my bedroom, dear," she answered. Which meant that it was Ruth in the bathroom taking a shower by the sounds of it. As I walk towards Mom's bedroom with my cock sticking out about a foot in front of my pants, I wondered how the hell I was going to hide it from her. As I walked into her bedroom I tried to hide the fact that my 8-cock was about to burst through my pants by grabbing Ruth's towel that was hanging over the top of the bathroom door and holding it in front of my crotch.
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I was shocked. Mom was standing in the full-length mirror on her wardrobe door admiring the way she looked in a black lacy bra and matching lacy thong panties that gave me a great view of mom’s terrific ass.
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"Hi honey, how was school?" my mom asked over her shoulder. I was so stunned by how fantastic she looked, that I didn't know what to say.
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"Eh, err, it was ok I guess," I managed to stutter back at her.
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"Well that's good. So Paul what do you think about my new bra and thong set?" asked Mom innocently as she pranced around the room posing for me, which only made my erection twitch and begin to throb. She looked marvelous in her black underwear, but black stockings would have topped it off perfectly though. Her bra didn't hide her breasts very well; as a matter of fact the way that it was designed made her breasts looked even larger than they normally were. They looked so big that her bra looked like her breasts were going to fall out of it.
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"Well... you look...," was all I could say, as I stared at her sexy body.
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"Does your mom look sexy in her new bra and thongs?" Mom asked in a sing song voice.
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"Oh god yes. You look fucking amazing in them Mom," I blurted out like a silly kid.
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"I do, don't I Paul," she sighed as she gazed at herself in the mirror again.
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"Mom, I think you look as hot or hotter than any of the girls at college"
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My cock was so stiff and hard by now that it was in danger of ripping through my pants. As I stared lustfully at Mom, all I wanted to do was tear her bra and thong off and fuck her silly. What the fuck was I thinking about, this was my Mom. Ok thinking about Ruth this way was one thing but thinking about Mom like this was something else. But I must admit that she looked so fucking hot, and that mom or not, I would have fucked her if she’d have asked me to. Just then I heard Ruth calling out from the bathroom.
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"Mom did you take my towel?"
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"So what are you doing with your sister’s towel Paul?" Mom asked with raised eyebrows. I noticed that Mom was now looking my crotch area. “Are you hiding something down there Paul?"
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"Err... What do you mean mom?" I asked nervously.
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"Well you look a little flushed there, are you ok?"

Just then Ruth, not knowing that I was home yet, came stumbling into mom's room totally naked. I was behind mom's bedroom door and she didn't see me so I got a great view of her bare ass.

"Nice ass sis” I called out.

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"What the fuck," was all Ruth got our as she spun around to see who was there.
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It was like this was one of my dreams, Mom standing there in her black lacy bra and thong and now my sexy sister standing there totally naked in front of me. Her nipples were at least a good half inch long and the area around them was a dark pink and about the size of a silver dollar. She had shaved off all her pussy hair except for a little strip above her clit that looked like an arrow pointing to her honey pot.
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"Holy fuck," was all that she could say as she threw herself on the bed belly down to cover herself.
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All I did was stand there with a huge smile on my face and my tongue hanging out like a hungry wolf. I walked over next to Mom who was still standing there with a little smile on her face and a wicked look in her eye. As hot as my Mom looked, I just couldn't tear my eyes off of Ruth’s nakedness. She was naked on the bed in front of Mom and me and all I wanted to do was take her breasts in my hands and suck them.
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Mom had noticed that I had a huge bulge in my pants because my hands had dropped and the towel no longer hid my erection.
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"Paul did I do that or was it Ruth?" mom asked pointing her finger at my pants.
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"Holy fuck mom, look at the size of that monster Paul's got in his pants," Ruth called out.
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"Well do you think we should do something about it?" mom asked Ruth.
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"What do you think we should do?" Ruth asked mom.
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"I don't know, Ruth"
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"Well, I have a couple of ideas" Ruth beamed back at Mom. Then turning back to me, asked with a little smile, "Would you like for Mom to take your hard cock in her mouth and suck it for you Paul?"
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"Oh god Y-yes... I would love it," I stuttered.
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"If you ask for it nicely maybe Mom will do it for you," Ruth almost screamed out through her laughter.

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Tearing my eyes away from Mom’s breasts, I looked at her soft red cupid-bow lips and moaned, "P-please mom... will you suck my cock?"
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Mom didn't know what to do so; she just stood there frozen to the spot. Ruth, not even bothering to cover up anymore, sat up on the bed with a glazed look in her eyes. All I could do was stare at her breasts and those big nipples that pointed right at me as if asking me to suck on them. The words barely came out of Ruth's mouth when mom placed her hand on my chest and started to tug at my t-shirt.
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The look in mom's eyes was the same lust crazed look that was in my sister’s eyes. Ruth moved to the edge of the bed as mom turned me to face her and pulled my t-shirt clean off me in one big tug. Ruth reached her hand out towards my crotch and began gently rubbing my throbbing cock through my pants. Mom’s hand was now running over my bare chest and down onto my stomach, I couldn't believe what mom and Ruth were doing or what Ruth was asking.
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Mom kneeled in front of me and began to unzip and pull my pants down. My hard cock was just inches from mom's face as Ruth continued to rub and stroke my cock.
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"Oh Paul your cock is so big. It's bigger than your fathers," moaned mom as my pants and boxers were pulled down to my ankles in one swift movement. Mom stroked my cock for the first time as she and Ruth both wrapped their hands around my prick. Then as mom started to lick it all over, Ruth moved down and started to lick my balls. I was in heaven. Inch by inch mom took my big 8-inch cock into her pretty mouth. I was finding out that mom was an expert of sucking cock and almost cummed in her mouth right then and there.
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Ruth played with my balls while mom deep throated my cock. The sound that came from all the sucking and licking was amazing.
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"Mmmm.. my sons big cock taste so sweet," mom moaned out as she took my cock momentarily out of her mouth.
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I thought I was dreaming but I wasn't, my mom was sucking my cock as my sister licked and suck my balls into her mouth. I wondered how much longer I could last before I cummed in mom's mouth and all over her beautiful face.
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"I bet your cum tastes even better, cum for mommy, please?" mom begged.
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Mom was sucked my cock furiously and I still couldn't believe it was real. When I looked down, Mom was playing with her nipples as she sucked on my cock. Ruth was right between my legs and had positioned herself right in front of mom. As my sister let my balls slip from her mouth she looked straight at mom's big bouncy breasts before latched her mouth onto mom's left nipple and began to suck for all she was worth.
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"Oh fucking hell yes," mom screamed out as she took me out of her mouth.
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Mom had now moved to a sitting position in front of Ruth while I stood there watching them. As they moved closer to each other they moved their legs so that they could get closer to each other. When their breasts met and they were pussy to pussy. I couldn't believe they were fucking each other in front of me. As they kissed there tongues met and danced together exploring each other’s mouth.
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Mom grabbed a double-headed dildo that was lying just under the bed and pushed half of it straight up inside Ruth's dripping pussy in one thrust. Then pulled herself on to the other end of it as she moved closer to my sister's pussy. I was now starting to feel a little neglected as mom and Ruth broke their kiss and moaned as they both fucked the dildo that they shared between their hot dripping pussy’s.
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Mom and Ruth didn't last long; they were soon both cumming all over the double-headed dildo. As mom pulled the big rubber cock from their drenched pussy's and threw across the room. I stood over them both and masturbating to the site of them fucking that big rubber cock. When I started feeling that I was close to cumming, I yelled, "Mom! Ahhh! Mom, I'm cumming!"
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"Cum in my mouth Paul, I want to taste my sons sperm!"
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Mom began to stoke my now dripping cock as she took me back into her mouth so I could swallow my cum. Both mom and Ruth were still fucking each other and Ruth had mom's breast back in her mouth
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"Aaaah! Mom here I cum!"
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My spunk began to shoot out of my cock jet after jet straight into my moms open mouth. Mom tried to swallowed every last drop of it. But as her body began to stiffen and Ruth screamed out they both began to cum all over each others pussy as I cummed in mom's mouth.
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"Oh fuck yessss, I'm cummmiiinnnggg mom," Ruth screamed as her orgasm began to rip through her.
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"Oh fuck yes, suck it, swallow my cum you fucking bitch," I shouted at mom as I cummed in her mouth and all over her face.
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As mom bucked her pussy against Ruth's, my cock came away from her mouth and my cum went all over Ruth's breasts and belly. All my sister could do was buck back against mom as I stood there cumming all over both of them.
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After I finished cumming, I dropped to the floor beside my mom and my sister as they began to come down from there orgasms. We all lay there, basking in our after glow. Mom reached her hand out and took my semi hard cock back into her mouth and kept sucking until my cock went soft.
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"What did you think son, was mom a good cocksucker?" she asked.
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"God. You’re the best cocksucker that I know, mom. It felt so great."
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"OK now go and get cleaned up you two before your father gets home"
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"And don't tell anyone about this, either of you ok?""
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"Ok Mom, we promise, " we both said at the same time.
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Ruth wrapped her towel back around her and headed back to the bathroom to take another shower. I pulled my pants back up and looked at my sexy mother again before I left the room. When I got to my room I heard my dad coming in the front door.
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"Holy shit, dad’s home," I said to myself as I shut my bedroom door behind me.

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age-[L-30]---part-1 thru 2-of-3

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Coming of Age

Part-1-of-3

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Having reached the safety of middle age, I have discovered what the young will eventually learn. It matters little what others think of you, rather, ’Have you become comfortable with who you are?’

Fifteen years ago I would never have had the nerve to put into words the truth about my sexual history. While most erotica is the result of an active imagination working together with long hidden desires, mine is a recounting of some of my more memorable experiences. I have changed the names of those involved, not from a desire to hide the truth, more to protect the privacy of those who have shared some of the most intimate and memorable experiences with me.
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My writing is not nearly as graphic as is much that I've read. I find as a woman I'm more enlivened by the build up to intimacy than the sexual act itself. My apologies to those that find my reminiscences dry or boring, it's just me.
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Like many young girls, I was 14-years old when had my first ‘Big O.’ and like just as many little girls; it was with the help of my ever-faithful companion, my right hand. "So that's what all the hubbub was about,” I thought when the tremors passed. From that day forward little else invaded my mind other than the magnificent mind numbing sensations that emanated from between my legs. Today I often chuckle at the comments of others. To me there are only 2 kinds of women, those that admit they masturbate regularly and, liars. As a teenager, I couldn't keep my hands out of my panties, which lead me to events that would forever help me define myself.
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I grew up a Navy brat, in Charleston, SC. For those unfamiliar with military life, it is a close-knit community. Support from friends that know exactly what you are going through is available around the clock.
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It is a known fact that ships come and go continuously; and along with them go the husbands, fathers, lovers and friends that keep them all running. The arrival of a ship is a joyous occasion, reuniting families and loved ones. At the same time there is a quiet ‘reshuffling’ in order for parents to enjoy some private time. Unknown to me I had become a part of the ‘reshuffling,’ and that's how my discovery came about.
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About the same time I discovered masturbation, I began receiving invitations to baby-sit for others. I slowly began to understand how well organized the ‘support’ groups actually were. While a ship is at sea, the wives have a regular weekly get-together, usually on Friday or Saturday evenings. There they exchange news, tips, bargains and the ever-popular advice about the plumber or mechanic that won't rip you off should you require their services.
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By the age of 15, I had several ladies I baby-sat for, but Hudson was by far my favorite. Around her it was just fine to be me, no prying inquisitions, no strange looks, no half answered questions. Hudson was the first adult that treated me as a peer rather than a child; I savored my talks with her.
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It was the spring of my 15th year, an otherwise normal Friday evening. I'd been invited to watch Hudson's 1-year old girl, Lorie, while she went to the weekly ‘Wives Meeting.’ With schoolbooks in hand I arrived at about 5:30, long before the 7 o'clock requirement, allowing time for any last minute instructions she might have before leaving. And to ensure she could finish getting ready without the demands that a toddler continually makes of a mothers time. Hudson’s instructions were short, little different than ever before, delivered during the final stages of getting dressed.
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God, how I envied her, I was a late bloomer, and although I sported a lush growth of curly auburn hair on my pubic mound, my breasts were another story. For over a year they had been developing at about the same pace as a snail out for a Sunday stroll. With the ever present itching and aching that girls the world over have come to accept, my breasts seemed determined to take their sweet time announcing to the world that I was becoming a woman. Not so with Hudson, I had discovered that she had a variety of C and D cup bras to restrain the magnificent pair that I secretly wished I would soon be able to match. Until then, I could only wait and content myself with the knowledge that my ‘almost B's’ adored all the attention I could give them.
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After her departure, I gathered the pillows from the bedroom and set them on the floor in the living room, I was always afraid of bumps and bruises on ‘my watch,’ since young Lorie was learning to walk while holding onto any number of pieces of furniture. I had learned to keep a watchful eye on her meanderings, always ready to toss a pillow between her and any menacing obstructions that she might tumble near. Just like clockwork, by 8 o'clock she had settled down with the ever-present thumb in her mouth. It was time for her last feeding, before she fades off to that world where the mind takes us in our sleep, where all is safe and wonderful.
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Hudson nursed, so thusly had several 'self prepared’ bottles in the refrigerator. After warming one I returned to the living room and gently propped the bottle alongside Lorie with the same pillows that I had earlier used as her safety cushions. If the truth were known I had, on a couple of occasions, sampled the milk left over in the bottles after she was done. I found it to be an almost indescribable taste, sweet with just a hint of tartness to it and although not as thick as the milk you get from the store, but it had a much fuller flavor.
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I had, many times, watched as Hudson nursed Lorie and wondered at the gentle half smile that appeared as she gave of herself so willingly. I had also secretly made an attempt to mimic her nursing; Lorie had once been offered my diminutive buds in an attempt to discover the sensations her mother had so obviously enjoyed. My first attempt was crude because Lorie had little interest, until I dipped a finger into her bottle and spread a little of her mother's milk on my nipple. Whether she could see the milk or if she could smell it, I honestly don't know but I did discover the joyous sensations to be found when a mouth engulfs you. Without a continual milk supply to reward her, Lorie had quickly become disenchanted with my futile effort but I had discovered that the itching and aching vanished with a mouth firmly wrapped around my nipple, awakening sensations that had lead to other regions.
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As I watched Lorie’s dainty little mouth slowly working the nipple of the bottle, I dreamily envisioned that same mouth at my breast, gently massaging me to tender erotic awakenings. Naturally, I let my fingers do the walking as my hand gently slid beneath my sweater in an ascent to the buds that craved further attention. Amongst the tender tweaks, caresses and often, not so gentle kneading I slowly ascended towards that heavenly place we all know. The place where the body feeds the mind and the mind feeds the body, gently warming to where the insistence of the body takes on a mind of it's own.
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Remembering my responsibilities, I discovered that Lorie had drifted into dreamland also; although I doubt her dreams were as interesting as mine had been. Torn between responsibility and desire, I slowly arose to gather this darling little bundle and carry her off to bed. Having assured myself that all was well, Lorie tucked safely in her bed, door half open to shield her from any stray light yet open to ensure any sound emanating from her room would not go unnoticed. I finally settled back on the couch to delve into what little homework I had brought along.
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Yeah right, after 20-minutes attempting to decipher the otherwise simple mysteries of algebra, I realized that my mind and body had other, more urgent, problems that needed to be addressed. What I had started over a half hour ago begged for consummation. Leaning back, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift, back to the warm glow that I knew would eventually lead to the most wonderful sensations I had ever known. Again my hand found its way under my sweater, this time pushing my bra up to ensure a less restricted access to the two mounds that had started it all.
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It wasn't long before more tender regions begun weeping, announcing their desire for attention. Ever mindful that it's easier to straighten a skirt than to pull up your panties, I removed my panties and dropped them on the floor, safe in the knowledge that I was on my own for several more hours.
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I loved the silky feel of my feminine folds, slick with the juices that came with the arousal of my passion. I have no idea how long I played, savoring the sensations that one by one crept in, gently building towards the joy that I knew was yet to come. I know I had surpassed that point where the mind blocks out all else and simply relishes the moment, I know because the next thing I heard was, "OH MY!"
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Coming of Age

Part-2-of-3

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Instantly I snapped from my self-indulgent revelry, I opened my eyes to find Hudson standing in the doorway eyes wide in disbelief at the sight of her babysitter with one hand on her breast and the other fumbling between her wide spread legs. My fate laid before me, the woman that I admired and respected, she who had shown me understanding and consideration was now looking at me in shock. I was on display much like the ‘little tramps’ I had been warned about.
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Shame and sorrow suddenly flooded through me, tears flowed down my cheeks as I straightened my clothes. I looked at her and offered a tearful apology, assuring her that it would never happen again. I also implored her not to tell my mother, whom I knew would launch into a lecture about all the tramps and sluts of the world and how I was well on my way to becoming one in the same. At this point Hudson surprised me. While I anticipated her yelling and screaming that I couldn't be trusted or that I had destroyed our friendship, I was totally unprepared for her response.
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As I half looked at her through tear filled eyes, her whole being seemed to soften and a gentle smile appeared. She bent slowly and picked up the pillows, in doing so she said she was going to check on the baby and change her own clothes, that she'd be back in 15-minutes so we could talk.

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Looking back now, at something that occurred over 20-years ago, I half suspect those 15-minutes were left open so that I might conclude what had so abruptly been interrupted. Believe me, at that moment, that was the last thing on my mind. I gathered my books in a pile on the coffee table, located my panties on the floor and quickly stuffed them in my purse and sat hands folded in my lap for what I knew was going to be the most difficult ‘talk’ of my life.
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True to her word, 15-minutes later Hudson returned, much to my dismay she was smiling as she laid $5 on top of my schoolbooks. She then silently went to the kitchen, quickly returning with two sodas one of which she offered to me as if nothing had ever happened. I was bewildered, what I anticipated was a severe scolding and a lecture at the very least, what I received instead was the same caring and consideration I had always known.
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As more a peace offering than anything else, I picked up the money from the table and held it out to her, explaining that it wouldn't be right to accept it. With the warmest of smiles she reached out to me and rather than taking the money back she simply pushed the bills into my hand saying, "That's absurd, you earned it, you keep it."

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With that, a quizzical look crossed her face as if some unspoken question lay at the threshold daring to spill forth. Finally Madison asked me if I trusted her. "Of course," I responded, unsure of where this was leading. She then informed me that she needed to make a phone call, that it was imperative that I make absolutely no noise whatsoever while she was on the phone. She then assured me that she would never do anything to hurt me in any way.
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It was about 15-seconds into that phone call when I realized that the call was to my mother, I wanted to scream and run out the door. A doctor will tell you that your heart beats steadily from before you are born until your final breath. Liars, I am certain my heart stopped beating. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't even move with the certainty that my greatest fears would be realized with the passing of the next few words between them. Instead I heard Madison's soft melodic voice telling my mom that all was well, that she had just returned home to find me asleep on the couch with my books open on the coffee table. She then asked if it would be all right if I spent the night because she would enjoy having someone to talk to in the morning. Knowing what I know now would have helped me understand my mother's enthusiastic response. Mom, no doubt had visions of uninterrupted ‘private time’ of her own dancing in her head.

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When the phone call ended, Madison returned to the couch with me and reaffirmed, "I told you I would never do anything to hurt you, now do you feel better?"
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Relief at her words simply poured out of me as another cascade of tears streamed down my cheeks. She had shown me more love and understanding than I could consume and chosen not to deliver what I undoubtedly deserved. As I bowed my head, partly to hide the tears and partly in shame for my indiscretion, she reached forth and tenderly wiped a tear from my cheek, "Whatever has happened can't be all that bad, let's dry those eyes and see if we can get to the bottom of all this."
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With that the truth began to flow out of me like a river that's been dammed up too long. I began explaining about my concerns that I seemed to lag behind so many of my classmates in my development, how I envied the fullness of the curves she carried so well. I admitted to having sampled the remains of Lorie's bottle and even about my awkward attempt to mimic her nursing and finally, once again, apologizing for the scene she had witnessed on her arrival home. A soft chuckle seeped from her continuous smile as she proclaimed, "Sounds perfectly normal to me." Was I hearing her right, did she not understand? I had just divulged my greatest fears, my most dreaded weakness, the ‘naughtiest’ of indiscretions and my most shameful behavior, and she thought it was normal?
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For the longest time, I listened, as Madison explained how my every thought and every act were undoubtedly repeated thousands of times a day all over the world. Young girls caught in temporary limbo between childhood and womanhood shared the exact same fears, concerns, curiosities and desires as I did. As far as fanning the flames that resided between my legs, "Relax, everyone does it." My little secret wasn't a secret after all? Madison firmly proclaimed that every one of my classmates did it, my mother did it, and even she did it far more than anyone imagined.
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Explaining that she had something to do she went to the kitchen and quickly returned with what appeared to be a clear funnel with an equally clear plastic tube attached. This was unlike anything I had ever seen and wondered what purpose it must serve. That question was answered when she unbuttoned her blouse and opened her bra, revealing a breast whose nipple was almost instantly adorned with little white pearls that melted together and slowly created a little stream that began finding it's way towards her chest. The funnel was soon held against her breast and she began to squeeze a section of the tube with her free hand. I was fascinated as a steady stream erupted from her making it's way down the tube and into a jar that was firmly attached to the other end. After about ten minutes she informed me that this wasn't near as good as she felt when feeding her daughter, but it was something that needed to be done. Moments later she removed the funnel and bared her other side to my view. Hesitating only momentarily, Madison offered me the funnel and invited me to drain her remaining breast. There was no hesitancy on my part; I was enthralled with the intimate moments I was witness to. I had become a part of what women the world over knew and understood. I was being welcomed into womanhood.
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After a few minutes of this Madison lifted her hand holding the nearly empty bottle I had earlier used to feed her daughter. As she held the bottle she turned to me and asked, "Can you keep a secret?" My response in the affirmative brought a wink, "From her reaction, Lorie assures me she prefers her milk fresh from the tap. How about you?" Caught up in the moment I was thrilled at the opportunity to share so tender a moment with her. Never once letting my eyes leave hers, I slowly brought my mouth to where the funnel had so recently been.
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As I gently suckled her breast I saw her eyes close and that gentle half smile slowly appeared. Now I understood why ‘fresh from the tap’ was better, not only did the feel of the real thing add a comforting new element but the faintly tart taste was missing too. I knew I was doing something right when Madison assumed the same expression she had when nursing her daughter. I was in heaven, but alas, it ended too soon as evidenced by a slowing of the flow and a subtle change in the taste of her milk.
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As we disengaged, Madison reassembled her clothing and collected the things that we’d used to collect some future meal for her daughter. As I watched her walk to the kitchen, I became aware of feelings I had never before imagined. With Madison I felt a closeness that was nearly impossible to describe, at the same time there was emptiness at her leaving. Although she was little more than 15-feet away, I missed her, I missed her touch, and I wanted her at my side again.
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Returning, Madison sat down beside me, but closer this time. Tenderly, she reached out and drew me to her as we shared a hug. Finally she kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "So much for curiosity, didn't hurt a thing, did it?" Setting back on the couch she propped her feet up on the coffee table as I cuddled up close at her side resting my head on her shoulder. This was absolutely divine, I felt a slow melting as if I had become a part of my surroundings, everything was peaceful, and I was safe with Madison at my side.
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How long we sat like this I neither remember nor care, it could have …

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To be continued…

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brother’s-[I-08]-(b/s incest-blowjobs/sucking cocks-swallowing)-part-1 thru 5-of-5

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A Brother’s Memory of His Sisters

Part-1-of-5
Puzzled
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My sisters:
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Brandy is 24-years old, tall, slender, brunette, dark brown eyes, wears her hair very long and straight; she's got beautiful mid-sized but pointed breasts and large puffy nipples. She has a tattoo on the small of her back and one around her navel. She may not be hot in a 'centerfold' sense, but all of my friends think she's the hottest girl in town and they're probably right. She’s making good grades in college and has a very serious relationship going with another student.
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Jenna is 19-years old; short dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, short and petite, with small, rounded breasts with an absolutely perfect ass. She's a real tight package and a real troublemaker who loves to party.
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How do I know all this about my sisters' physical attributes? Read on.
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Last spring, my sister Brandy came home during spring break. She simply moved back in and shared a bedroom for the month with our younger sister, Jenna. I had just turned 21 and could now drink legally in the bars so Brandy and I partied a lot those first few days, but unfortunately Jen wasn't old enough to go out on the town with us yet. Brandy and I would get together with a bunch of our friends and go bar hopping until the wee hours. Brandy was in college and had a few more years of heavy duty drinking on me, so even though I tried to keep up with her I usually failed miserably. Just before dawn we’d come dragging home after closing the last club and I’d immediately crash.
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One morning after one of these long nights of drinking, I awoke with the strangest feeling...When I tried to think back to the details of the night before for something that could explain it, my memories of the last few hours of those types of nights was non-existent. I was having what Brandy called 'black outs' where I just couldn't remember the last hour or so before passing out the night before. She told me it was a symptom of over-doing it and that I should be careful. “At least I wasn't driving, “ I'd say, and we'd leave it at that. Anyway, this was a little stranger than usual. I couldn't quite put my finger on why, but it seemed that my cock was a little sore. Did I get laid last night? I'd have to wait until I saw Brandy later on, if anything like that happened she'd be sure to tell me. If something did happen I'd be pissed that I couldn't remember it!! More than likely, I'd just jerked off before passing out.
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I saw Brandy right after lunch that day. Fishing for information, I asked her if she’d had a good time the night before. With a puzzled look, she said, “Oh, blackout again, eh? Well don't worry, you didn't embarrass yourself or me or anything. Your big sister took good care of you and when we got home you were out like a light. You really ought to slow down, though, Andy. You worry me with these blackouts. Sometimes I think an atom bomb couldn't wake you when you're sleeping like that.”
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I guess I didn't get laid, I thought. I must have just jacked off. Oh well.
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The next big ‘night out’ was a house party a few streets over from our house. Jenna was there, and yes, she was causing trouble. The kind of trouble that only a really hot young girl can cause at a party full of horny guys. Half the girlfriends there were pissed at her and their boyfriends. Guys were almost coming to blows over who might get to take her home, but much to all their sorrow, nobody did. Jenna got a charge out of this kind of scene, but she wasn't easy. Both Brandy and I were getting hit on as well, but we weren't there to hook up either. Just for the social thing, catching up with friends and such. That night, during my deep sleep, I dreamed of sex, a blowjob, to be more specific. When I woke up sure enough, I had that strange feeling again; and the pee-hole at the front of my boxers was sticky with drying cum. I strained to remember and yes, I remembered having a sex dream, but...well, I had never had a wet dream before...Maybe I jacked off in my sleep. This was really starting to severely bug me.
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That weekend, I didn't go out with either Brandy or Jenna; instead I went out with the guys. We went to a local strip club where the beers cost twice as much as anywhere else, so I hardly drank at all. I got home extra late, and went straight to bed. I had just drifted off when something woke me. I opened my eyes to my darkened room and saw what I thought was one of my sisters standing in the doorway, silhouetted by the light in the hall. Just before I opened my mouth to ask what was up, she took a step forward. Then she stopped again. For some strange reason she seemed to be trying hard not to wake me. This was just weird enough for me to let it go on to see what she was up to. When she reached the edge of my bed, and ever so slowly sat down on it, I saw that it was my big sister Brandy. She was watching my face intently but obviously couldn't tell in the dark that I had one eye open just a tiny bit. I could barely make out that she was wearing nothing but a T-shirt and panties.
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What the heck was Brandy up to, I wondered? Grabbing the corner of my blanket, she slowly and noiselessly, pulled it down far enough to expose most of my boxer-short clad body. Careful not to change my breathing pattern, I made her think I was sleeping so I could see where this was going. As I watch. Brandy reached straight for my crotch and delicately unsnapped the button in front. Then, Brandy rocked my entire world when she reached inside my boxers and gently pulled out my flaccid cock.
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A Brother's Memory of his Sisters

Part-2-of-5

The Plot Thickens

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Not reacting was perhaps the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. At first I was embarrassed that my older sister might see my cock, suddenly she was holding it in her hand! Right then I knew that this was the source of my morning mystery. Brandy was coming into my room at night and playing with my prick while I slept. Apparently she must have thought I was blacked out again to tonight as well. Before I could think any further, she lowered her head and sucked my flaccid cock into her warm, moist mouth. Dear God in Heaven! I thought about putting a stop to this, but just as quickly, that wonderful 'blowjob' feeling overwhelmed me. To my partial embarrassment, my cock quickly started to stiffen in her warm mouth. From the way her head was gently bobbing up and down, swallowing a good portion of my 9-inch cock, I could see that my cock getting hard was exactly what she wanted. She kept looking up at me, as she sucked, for any signs of my awaking. Brandy’s gently sucking had my head spinning, as I tried to understand just what all of this meant. After slathering her hot saliva all over my big cock, Brandy pulled her head off for a moment and softly stroked it with her hand. Making sure that I was still asleep, she leaned back over to continue her slow motion sucking.
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To my amazement, as her lips continued over my now fully erect cock, Brandy reached under her nightshirt and began to fondle her own boobs. Her sucking became more urgent as she pulled and pinched her puffy nipples. Watching my sister play with her nipples was too much. I could feel the semen welling up in my balls. She had to know that I was getting close, but she didn't stop sucking. When I involuntarily started moving my hips, Brandy continued sucking so it must have been normal. Seeing Brandy's hand in her panties rubbing her crotch was even more awesome than watching her play with her nipples. Trying not to thrust too hard, I cummed right in Brandy’s hot mouth. Making as little noise as possible I just kept cumming and cumming. I couldn’t help marveling at how Brandy was able to swallow almost every drop of cum in 2 or 3 quick gulps without releasing my cock from her mouth. After sucking every drop of cum from my cock, she used her tongue to clean off my cock before putting it back away. Satisfied that she had gotten away with this again, she slowly got up, and like a ghost glided across the floor and out of my room, shutting the door with a cock. There I lay for what must have been an hour trying to come to terms with my own sister sucking my cock. God it was good, but was it OK? Should I have stopped her? I didn't know what to think. All I knew was that the next day when I awoke, I would know exactly what had caused that 'strange feeling'...
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The next few days around the house were strange, to say the least. Even though I acted like I had no idea what went on during that night, I found that I was looking at my sister Brandy in a whole new light. She had blown me, for god's sake! Realizing just what a gorgeous babe she really was, I found myself craving another night like the one before...one where perhaps more than just head might take place...but I was confused. If Brandy was OK with sucking my cock as I slept, would other stuff be okay too? How about while we were both awake? I decided to play it by ear, and, of course, to make it happen again. .... So the following Thursday evening when we went out bar hopping, I tried to make it look like I was drinking hard. I wasted a lot of beer and money that night, but I hoped it would be worth it. After calling it a night (though it was really early morning), we headed home, Brandy at the wheel. Hey, what the hell, I thought as I pretended to pass out in the car. Sure enough, after calling my name 5 or 6 times and after giving me a few not so gentle pokes in the ribs, her hand moved to my crotch. As she steered with hand, she massaged my cock through my jeans with the other. Not wanting to risk a look, I kept my eyes closed for the entire ride. When my cock was completely erect, I felt her fumble with my zipper for a little bit but she must have decided we were too close to home and let it alone. Because she’d gotten me so hard that I wanted more, I prayed for my sister Brandy to blow me again once we got home.
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I put on such a show by being 'too drunk' to get out of the car on my own, that Brandy helped me into the house. Jenna met us at the door and helped Brandy get me into the house. As they helped me through the front door, I heard Brandy whisper, “I told you--look at him! He's trashed! He won't remember a thing!” Really pouring it on, I acted like I was too drunk' to climb the stairs and headed for the couch. Acting like I’d just seen her, I said, “Hi, Jen!” far too loud.
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“Oh, no, big guy, you're going to your room. Straight to bed! You had a bit too much tonight; I told you, you better watch it!” With Jen standing there watching, Jenna put her arms around me, and led me down the hall and into my room. Hoping that Brandy would make a move on my prick once we were in my room, I pretended that I was in a drunken stupor as I mumbled goodnight to them both. But to my disappointment, she didn't. When she lay me down onto my bed, I immediately pretended to be out cold. Without a backward glance, Brandy clicked off the light and left. That was it. Hmmm, maybe she was waiting for Jenna to go to sleep, or maybe she wasn't falling for my act. To tell you the truth, I was a little drunk (I had to drink some that night; Brandy's no dope)
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As I listened for her return I fell asleep, only to be re-awakened soon after.
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As I laid there in the dark, unseen hands removed first my jeans, and then my boxers. Was that three hands I felt? I was now clad only in my shirt, completely exposed below my waist. … Who? As I waited for my sister's mouth on my cock, I heard Brandy whisper, “Just sit down! Don't worry; he's out, trust me.” I heard Janna’s voice, too, but I couldn't hear what she was saying. “Be quiet and watch, I'll show you,” I heard Brandy say as she put her hand on my cock. As she quickly massaged me into a full 9-inch erection with one hand, she fondled my balls with the other.
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Then I heard Jenna say, “Move over a little, I can't see it!” I felt Brandy move on the bed as she continued stroking my shaft. As my eyes adjusted to the light from the hallway, I could see Jenna sitting in the chair near my bedroom window. When I saw her little gray cotton shorts and a top, I thought to myself, she wasn't wearing that when she met us at the door...Brandy, as usual, was wearing a white man’s T-shirt that ended at mid-thighs. Jenna had a funny look on her face, as she stared at my cock.
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“Wow...I've seen a few, but not like that...”
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“Like what?” Brandy whispered.
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“So...big...and so thick. You really put it in your mouth and he doesn't wake up?”
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“Yeah, watch this-----, “and with that, my sister, Brandy, proceeded to give me a fantastic blow job. Not wanting to block Janna’s view of the action; pulling her hair out of the way if it fell into Jen’s line of sight. Jenna was amazed; as she watched her big sister slurped and sucked their brother's cock.
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“Do you think he can feel it?” She asked.
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Brandy slid her head up and off my cock. “Oh, yeah--he moves around and moans a lot, especially right before he cums. Sometimes he even opens his eyes. But he never wakes up, and more important, because he ‘blacks out’ when he drinks this much, he never remembers anything about it!”
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“What do you do with his...cum?”
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Rolling her eyes, Brandy just looked over at Jenna with a 'what do you think?' look as she continued to suck.
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“Have you ever fucked him?’ Jenna abruptly asked.
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Brandy shot her a look, as my cock popped out of her mouth, “No way,” she snapped, “that would be cheating on Mark!”
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“And this isn’t?”
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A Brothers Memory of his Sisters
Part-3-of-5

Suspicions Confirmed

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“Sssssssh! No! Oral sex isn’t cheating! It’s not like this is another guy; he's my brother! Besides, what Mark doesn’t know won’t hurt him. C'mon! Be quiet and let me finish. I told you that if I let you watch you had to be quiet.”

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When Janna’s finally shut up, Brandy concentrated on blowing me just like she did the other night. My sister's warm mouth felt so phenomenal, that I couldn’t help myself as I started to moan and wither. As Brandy continued to suck, Jenna pushed into her crotch as she leaned forward for a closer look. “Oooooooooh, yeah, he likes it,” Jenna whispered. "Suck it, Brandy. Yeah, suck Andy's cock.” The hand that Jenna had in her lap slowly started to move as she began masturbating her 19-year-old pussy through her PJs. “Suck that big cock.”

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Janna’s spicy sex hot talk seemed to be heat things up for both of us. As Brandy sucked me harder and deeper, I could feel the cum boiling up in my balls. Peeking out from under one eyelid, I watched Jenna pull the crotch of her pajama bottoms aside and exposed her cunt. The moonlight shining through my open window illuminated her pretty pink pussy with a heavenly glow, as she sat squirming in her chair. I didn't get much of a look, though, as the hand rubbing her slit was blocking my view. “Suck his big hard cock Brandy. Suck it for me,” moaned Jen, a look of pure lust on her face. As Jenna continued to play with herself and watch Brandy inhale my long, fat prick...I caught sight of her sliding a finger into the slit of her pussy and start finger fucking herself...This was just too much for me. My cum was ready to blow and knowing that it would gush any second, Brandy let out a series of moans as my hips fucked her face, “Uuuuum, Uuuuum, MMM!” I moaned as my balls expelled another throat full of thick, hot cum down Brandy’s waiting throat. Jenna wiggled around in the chair with her hand slapping at her wet mound as she watched Brandy hungrily swallowed my entire load. When I spied Jen biting her lip and shaking in orgasm as she continued to grind her finger into her pussy, I couldn’t help myself, I let out a loud "Oooooooooh!" They both froze momentarily; but I just smiled and rolled over.

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I couldn't see either one any more, but I heard Brandy say, “See? That's the fourth time I've sucked him off and he has no idea! It's great! I can get off while I'm here and it's like...no harm done!” As Jen lay panting back in the chair, Brandy looked down at her baby sister's still-exposed cunt, and said, “Wow. You really got off on that...”

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Curious about where their conversation was going, I turned back over just in time to see Jenna nod yes before she asked, “How do you get off? Just by sucking his cock?”

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“No, sometimes I play with myself while I’m doing it, and sometimes I do myself afterwards when I'm back in my room.” Brandy replied as she slowly got up off the edge of the bed.

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“Well, I was wondering...If it's okay to do stuff with your brother then it’s OK to do stuff with your sister, too, right?” said Jenna as she took a step toward Brandy, unbuttoning her top as she spoke.

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“Sure, I guess it would be OK too. Why?” answered a mesmerized Brandy as she watched her little sister opened her top and exposed her pretty pert boobies.

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“I’m so fucking horny, Brandy, and I’ll bet you are, too. Let me get you off. Like you said, it won't be cheating, right?” whispered Jenna as she took her big sister's hands and brought them up to her breasts. Moving closer Jenna whispered, “Let me eat your pussy” as she breathed into Brandy's ear. My cock got hard as I hear every word of their exchange. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven?

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Brandy let out a long sigh as her fingers caressed Janna’s firm young breasts. Running her hands down Brandy's ass, Jen moved them around and started rubbing Brandy’s now-wet pussy through her panties. After leading her big sis the few steps over to the chair, Jan slowly slipped Brandy’s panties down, caressing her long slender legs all the way down. Then Jenna sat Brandy down at the edge of the chair and spread her legs wide, placing one over each arm of the plush chair. In that position, Brandy's beautiful pussy was fully exposed to me. It was the most perfect pussy I'd ever seen, neat and closely trimmed patch of soft brown hair, mostly-exposed fleshy pink lips, pouting partly open, slightly glistening with her moist lube. Brandy had never given permission, but it was clear she wanted Jen to lick her gapping pussy. They were both so totally oblivious to me at this point; that they didn’t even realize that I was awake and watching. Then Janna’s head obscured my view as she knelt down and d began licking Brandy's gash. Brandy threw her head back in ecstasy as her little sister eagerly licked, sucked and kissed her wet pussy. Soon she was panting; I think Jen inserted a finger; maybe two, but I couldn't tell.

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Suddenly, in a split second, Brandy’s T-shirt was over her head and on the floor. And there they were Brandy's beautiful breasts. Not 'big', but firm ----- they stood straight out from her body for what seemed like a foot and their ends were capped with big puffy pink nipples. I just stared at Jan squeezing and pinching her own nipples while Jenna ate her pussy. As Brandy moaned, “Jen...Aaaaah, Aaaaah, Jen.... “, I was wishing I could see some of the detail work that was going on in my chair. But I counted myself lucky and reminded myself that the view of Jenna and her perfect ass with her short-short pajama bottoms riding up her crack; down on her knees between Brandy's long lovely legs was just fine. I stared as Brandy pulled on her own fantastic naked breasts, breasts that I've lusted after since I was a kid. My two gorgeous siblings were getting it on and I had a front row seat. Brandy’s body shook with an orgasm, as she pushed Janna’s face into her groin. As orgasms continued to ripple through Brandy’s body, Jenna reached up to play with her hard pink nipples. As Brandy orgasmed, her face contorted into what looked like agony, but I knew better. For a second I thought Brandy might scream, but she held her breath instead. When a red-faced Brandy fell limply back into my chair. Jan rose up, and then as she kissed her whispered something that I couldn't make out into her ear. Taking Jen's face in her hands, Brandy returned the kiss in kind.

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As I lay there watching, all I could think was “God I wished I could fuck them!”

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The sun was coming up when first Jen, and then a few moments later, Brandy left my room. I fell asleep wondering if this entire week had been a dream.

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We had such a tangled web of secrets going on that it wasn't easy to interact naturally, so the next two days were extremely difficult for me. While Brandy and I could deal with each other pretty well, never letting the other know something was up; Jenna wasn't very good at intrigue. Several times when I caught her looking at my crotch, she avoided eye contact; and stammered when she tried to speak to me. About 5-times a day, she’d ask Brandy what her plans were for the Saturday night. Brandy would give her a 'cool it!'-Look. But poor Jen just couldn't seem to help herself; she was obsessed with what had happened the other night. Brandy didn't want Jenna to ruin a good thing, sure, but she also knew our parents would have strokes if they ever found out what was going on between us. So Saturday night, wanting to cool it for a bit, Brandy went out with some old friends from the neighborhood instead of Jen and me.

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Instead of making plans myself, I decided to stay in and watch a movie. The parents always retired at around 10, and Jenna was sure to be out 'causing trouble', so I’d have the entire basement to myself. But my assumption that Jen would have plans proved incorrect; especially after she found out that I was planning to stay home.

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A Brother’s Memory of his Sisters

Part-4-of-5

Basement Fun

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She sounded thrilled as she, asked, “What movie are you getting?”

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"I don't know...why?” I was intrigued by her enthusiasm, “Probably some kind of action move I guess.”

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Inviting herself to join me, Jen quickly added, “I don't feel like going out either. I thought maybe we could grab some beers and watch the movie together?” I silently chuckled at Jen’s sneaky attempt to get me to buy her some beer. She’d been trying to get me to buy her and her friends’ beer ever since I'd turned 21. This, however, was getting interesting... so once again; I decided to follow my instincts. After all, they'd been good to me so far.

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“Why not?” I agreed, “I’ll pick up a couple of movies and a couple of six-packs. Just be cool, OK? If Mom and Dad find out I bought you beer they'd boot me out on my ass.”

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Jenna agreed, so we decided on a couple of movies, both chick flicks. An hour later I was back with a case of beer and the two videos, Jen was waiting for me downstairs in the in the basement, where the big screen TV, stereo systems etc. were kept. During the first movie Jenna and I downed about 4 beers each. I had a pleasant buzzed but Jenna was well on her way to being drunk. She was making the same mistake that I did; she was trying to keep up with a more experienced drinker. The more intoxicated she became the stranger and the further away her gaze look when I caught her stealing glances at the front of my cut-off shorts.

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“Want another beer?” she seemed to ask every few minutes. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to see where she was going with this, so I happily decided to make it a little easier for her. The next time she got up to go pee, I dumped a couple of beers down the wet bar sink and put the cans in the pile with the rest of my empties. That way she'd think that I'd drank more than I really had.

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As Jen emerged from the bathroom, I moaned, “Oh, man Jen; I'm so trashed, I don't think I can watch that other movie. No more beers for me, I’m going to bed.”

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“Bullshit, Andy! You said we'd stay in and party, so that's what you're gonna do! There's plenty more beers and its early! C'mon!”

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"OK, OK, I'll have one more---- but that’s it. I'm really beat.” As I drained my beer and got up off the couch to go get another I stumbled a bit, trying to create the impression that I was more sloshed than I really was. With a little laugh, Jen said, “Wow, you really are drunk!”

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“I told you! Now we're gonna have one more and I've got call it quits and go to bed. If not, I’m going to fall asleep right here on the couch.” I said as I cracked open a couple of beers, one for myself and another for my little sis. As we gabbed about this and that I really hammed it up with my sloppy drunken routine. All the while, she watched me intently, as she searched a sign. I gave her one. In mid sentence I pretended to nod off.

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Calling my name, Jenna repeated it over and over, more and more urgently. Satisfied that I was out, she laid me down on the couch and took off my sneakers. Then as she said my name a few more times, I let my breathing level off like I was asleep. Unsure of what to do next, Jenna just stood there staring at me for a few minutes. Eventually she grabbed another beer out of the fridge and took off up the stairs.

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Wait, I thought. Just sit tight and wait, she’ll be back. I bided my time by fantasizing about what my 18-year-old sister's mouth would feel like on my cock. I couldn’t believe that I was blessed with two of the most beautiful sisters in the world or that they were both blowing me. At least that's what I thought Jen was up to.

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As I lay there on the couch waiting, I begun to wonder if Jenna was rally coming back or not. Thankfully, not only did she return, she returned wearing that same skimpy PJ set from the other night. Turning out the light, she walked purposely over to the couch and called my name a few more times. Ignoring her, I opened one eye just a tiny bit as she knelt by the couch. One of her small round breasts was so close to my face, that I could see her hard nip poking at the soft material of her PJ top. As soon as she could unbuttoned my shorts, and unzipping my fly, she was pulling my shorts and boxers down to my knees. Just like that my cock and hairy balls were fully exposed to my younger sister scrutiny. She must have been terrified that I'd wake up, because she knelt there for a full minute watching my cock as it pulsed with the beat of my heart. Soon her urgent breathing caused her to reach over and grasped it in her delicate hand. Rather than jerk me off, she stroked it delicately with her fingertips like she was stroking her pet cat. With a feather-light touch, she ran her fingers lightly along the veins of my cock and across my balls. As I felt my cock growing, I was overcome with the desire to feel her mouth on me. Was she going to suck it, as Brandy had or not? The suspense was killing me.

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My 9-inch cock was now fully erect. When Jenna discovered that she could just barely get her fingers all the way around it; she let it go and breathed, “Whoa!” Then suddenly, I felt her warm and incredibly soft lips on its head. After gently and softly kissing my cock head, she began to sensuously lick up and down the shaft, pausing to smooch my balls with long, wet, sucking kisses. It felt sensational. Finally she lifted the head away from my stomach and slipped it into her warm, wet mouth. My cock is so fat and her mouth so small that I thought she wasn’t going to be able to get it in her mouth. When she got it in, her lips were stretched so tight that she had trouble moving her mouth up and down. Consequently she wasn't as good as Brandy at sucking cock, but it was still fantastic. I could tell by her ultra sexy moans and groans that she was enjoying herself, and from the position of her right arm that she was playing with herself again.

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“Uuuuum, Uuuuum, Uuuuum----,” she moan as my cock slipped from her lips, giving her time to catch her breath and give her jaw a rest. Panting in barely controlled lust as she continued to stroke her cunt, Jen went back down on me again. Soon she was sucking my cock and fingering herself so furiously that she temporarily lost control of herself. Her moaning became loud grunting sounds as her sucking became more forceful. Jen must have got control of herself, because suddenly stopped everything and disappeared from my secret line of sight. I was afraid that Jen felt she’d went too far and decided to quit while she was ahead. As I lay there motionless with a raging hard on and my head spinning, I prayed that I was wrong.

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Damn, I thought, I'd have to finish this myself off after she went upstairs to sleep. Oh, well, at least I'll have the memory of my lovely young sister blowing me while she played with her pussy to inspire me while I jack off.

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I knew that Jen was still in the room. Although I couldn't see her, I could hear her heavy breathing. As long as she was still here I had to keep up the illusion that I was out cold. Laying there in the darkened, fully exposed, I waited nervously for whatever might come next. My eyes were still tightly closed when I felt her place her elbows on either side of my hips as she lowered herself between my slightly spread legs. I felt her lips on my cock head again--- but this time it felt different, very different----- as my cock slowly eased into her mouth. Then I suddenly realized that it wasn't her mouth at all--- my cock was sliding into Janna’s hot, wet pussy instead. When my eyes popped open, a totally nude Jenna was squatting above my crotch, one hand on the back of the couch and one holding my pecker steady as she eased herself down onto it. After the initial penetration, she slid effortlessly down the full length of my steel-hard 9-inches until the tip of my cock was bumping the end of her dripping wet red-hot pussy. She was such a small petite girl and my erect cock was so damn big that if she hadn’t been so wet, we might never have fit together.

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Shocked, I looked up at her, fully expecting us to be looking each other in the eye and finally dealing with the reality of what was going on. Instead all I could see was her short blonde hair brushing my chest as she looked down at where my cock disappeared into her wet pussy. As she watched the penetration, she clinched the muscles just inside the lips of her little teenage cunt and gripped my cock tightly as she slowly and carefully started moving her hips. I tried to make eye contact again, but now her face was raised towards the ceiling as her back arched in pleasure. Instead of her eyes, her sweet little breasts were staring me right in the face. Her two erect nipples poked out of the small but perfect mounds were just begging to be bitten and sucked, but I resisted. She seemed lost in a haze of lust and desire as she concentrated on the feeling between her legs. I was afraid to move for fear that I’d shock her out of her daze and that things would end. And, stopping my hot teenage sister from fucking me was the last thing I wanted to do.

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Jenna had increased the length of her hip strokes to the point that she was really fucking me. Still holding herself over me on bent knees, arm on the back of the couch, her ass hovered inches over my balls with her every down stroke. Eventually she increased her stroke until most of my big cock was swallowed up into the depth of her sopping pussy with. When the pleasure became too much to ignore, my hips started moving. When Jen felt me moving, she put her hands on my chest and transferred her weight from her knees and arm onto my body. As our pubic hair grounded wildly together, I marveled at how glorious this was. My hands found her ass and I started helping her move up and down. With a moan, she looked straight into my eyes...I looked straight back into hers. No more secrets. With a look of great pleasure and kind of pleading on her face, she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, then quickly blurted out, “Please, Andy, don't stop! Oh god, please don't stop. Just fuck me. It'll be OK. Just keep...fucking...me...”

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With a big grin I moaned, “Jenna...You're so fucking good I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. And I don't want to...ever... “

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Her face inches from mine, as she panted, “Oh...Yeah...Ooooh, Andy, fuck me with that big cock.... Oh god, it's so big...it's so good...Oh.... That’s it...Ever since I saw it...saw Brandy sucking it...I had to have it in me.... Aaaaah...I had to fuck you... “

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Her ass was moving like a jackhammer, and I was matching her thrust for thrust. Raising my hands to her firm breasts, I pinched her nipples.

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Her eyes rolled back as she groaned, “Ooooh! Ooooh, yeah baby...Fuck...fuck...fuck!"

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Suddenly the lights snapped on and a voice snapped, “You two better keep it down before you wake Mom and Dad!”

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When I looked up Brandy was standing at the bottom of the stairs with her arms crossed, and a disapprovingly look on her face. Jenna and I were so startled that we froze like two bronze sexy statues; my cock began shrinking instantly.

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With a smile Brandy laughing said, “Oh, don't stop on my account. The cat's out of the bag now, so you might as well get on with it.” Stepping on into the room, Brandy repeated, “Go ahead.”

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As Janna’s stared in shocked disbelief, her big sister Brandy strolled causally over to the couch and stood there watching us. Jen looked down at me, the scared little sister asking her big brother what to do. But I was as totally dumbfounded as she was. As my cock rapidly diminished inside Janna’s still wet and warm pussy. Looking sheepishly up at Brandy, I stammered, “Uuuuum, this is really...she...we're...”

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Brother’s Memory of his Sisters

Part-5-of-5

A Real 3-Some

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Looking very seriously, Brandy reached down and stroked Janna’s tight little butt as she replied, “Really Andy, go ahead and fuck her. I want to watch.”

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As Brandy continued to massage the cheeks of her ass, Jenna smiled and started moving her hips so that she could guide my almost-but-not-quite limp cock back into her waiting pussy. When she started moving her hips back and forth, I felt the blood rushing back into my cock. Brandy had a big smile on her face as she watched our little sister bouncing up and down with renewed fervor on my now very stiff cock.

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Other than the night with Jenna and Brandy, I'd never had sex in front of anyone before, so at first I sort of felt 'on display ‘ as Jen and I resumed our previous rhythm. Jen had no such problem, she immediately began grunting and moaning, “Yeah, that's right!” with every in-stroke. Brandy was playing cheerleader, and chanting, "Yeah, fuck him, Jen----- fuck that big fat cock...!” to spur me on. Soon, the more my big sister watched and the harder my little sister fucked, I more turned on I got. After watching Jan and me slamming away at each other, Brandy gave us an evil leer, and began stripping off her clothes, Taking a few steps back, Brandy kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned her blouse and let it slip down her arms to the floor. When Brandy removed her black lace bra and exposed her beautiful breasts, I reached a level of sexual excitement that I never dreamed existed. With Jen made intensifying animal noises in my ear, I continued to furiously fucking my baby sister’s hot pussy. When Brandy stepped out of her jeans and removed her lacy pink panties, the sight of her totally nude body caused Jen to let out a thunderous groan, followed closely by a body wracking orgasm. When the tremors started, Jenna squeezed my neck so tightly I thought she'd break my back. When the tremors subsided, she grabbed my face between her hands and passionately kissed me. Brandy's hungry eyes were still glued to us, as Jenna gentle broke off the kiss and rolled off of me. My hard cock slid out of her cum filled pussy with a nearly audible 'pop.

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“Oh god, Brandy he's so good,” Jenna purred dreamily. Then leaning forward to kiss me again, she added, “It's so fucking big...!” Gazing over at Brandy, who was now seated on the arm of the couch by my head, Jen laid down beside me. Even though she was naked, I still wasn't sure what Brandy was up for; watching or participating; so I figured I'd just follow their lead.

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“So, were you really awake all those times I snuck into your room?” Brandy asked, as her eyes flitting between my eyes and my still swollen cock.

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“No, the first few times I wasn't, but I caught you walking in the room the last time. I wanted to see what you were up to, so I decided to fake it. It wasn't easy, either, not the way you suck cock. It took all my will power.” Lying there looking up at Brandy’s damp pussy, had me in such a state of shock and sexual frenzy that it was hard for me to talk. One beautiful sister lying naked against my side and the other sitting with her pussy right in front of me was causing me to needed to cum badly, real bad. Seeing the urgency on my face, Brandy leaned forward, putting her sweet smelling pussy even nearer my face, and wrapped her hand around my still hard cock. “Did you like it, Andy? Did you like it when I sucked your cock?” she cooed, as she started slowly stroking my man meat.

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With A big sight, I answered, “Yes, oh god yes. Brandy, you blow me so damn good...I loved cumming in your mouth.”

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“Uuuuum, and, she swallowed every drop too...” put in Jenna as Brandy plopped down onto the couch with us. Fighting the urge to jump her right then and there and fuck her silly, I keep saying to myself, “Keep it cool, Andy. Keep it cool. You're gonna get what you want.” I couldn’t take my eyes off Brandy’s jiggling boobies, as she continued to stroke my meat.

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“That's right,” laughed Brandy, “I loved swallowing your cum.” Then with a slight tremor in her voice she whispered, “And, I can’t help myself, brother or not, I crave more… Now, I want some more.” Still jacking me off, she added, “I can hardly wait 'til the next time I get to suck you off...Maybe from now on, though I won't have to wait... we can do it every time we're together.

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My heart was pounding like a jackhammer in my chest, as I full filled a childhood dream by grabbing her luscious breasts. As my fingers caressed their firmness, I said firmly, “There’s no time like the present.”

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Sitting up on the couch, Jen chimed in, “Oh yea, sounds good to me, Brandy! Why don’t you let him fuck you? Don't you want it in you? Look at how big and fat it is.” Jen still couldn’t get over how big my cock was.

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“Uuuuum.... I...do, but...” sighed Brandy as she stared at the big cock that was in her hand, obviously still worried about her boyfriend back at school.

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I couldn’t take much more of this, I needed to shoot my load bad and I wanted it to be in Brandy, either her mouth or her pussy, her choice. ”Look Brandy, I want to fuck you too, but I understand... about your boyfriend and all.” I purred as my hand dropped from her breasts and my finger slowly traced the tattoo around her navel, and then moved further down into her neatly trimmed bush. As I slipped my finger into her slit, I found the inside of her cunt wet and warm, and slippery from her own juices. “But, would it really be cheating if you did it with your own brother? It's not like I'm some pick-up in a bar or anything...”

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As she listened, Brandy leaned back against the arm of the couch, and spread her legs wider so my probing fingers would have better access to her hungry pussy. Finding her little hard love-button, I gently rubbed my thumb over the top of her pussy lips. As she closed her eyes and sighed heavily, I implored Brandy to, “C'mon, Brandy, you know that you want it, let me put it in you.”

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Without a word Brandy turned around and leaned over the arm of the couch so that her awesome ass was up in the air, and her juicy pussy was presented to me from the rear.

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“Oh, yeah...put it in! Do her, Andy! Fuck her!” cheered Jenna, thrilled that her sister was about to experience the same sensations that she had minutes ago.

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In my excitement, I pulled Brandy back on to couch. Getting on my knees behind her, I pressed my cock head up against the lips of her moist mound. After a bit of gentle probing, my hard cock slid easily into my big sister's dripping wet pussy. When she let out an agonized wail, I thought for a moment I that I was hurting her. But if I was she made no effort to stop me. With my hands on her hips, I began to work my cock in and out of her tight pussy. Before I knew it my balls were slapping against her crotch as I continued to drive my big cock back and forth in her raging pussy.

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Walking around in front of face her sister, Jenna said, “See, I told you you’d like it, didn’t I? Didn’t I?”

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All Brandy could manage in reply was, “‘Uuuuum... Uuuuum,” as I rammed my cock deeper and deeper into her flaming pussy, Jenna couldn't seem to take her eyes off Brandy’s breasts as they swung to the rhythm of my hunching. Taking her by the hair, Janna angled Brandy’s face up and began tongue kissing her as her other hand reached down to fondle her breast. My big sister Brandy's pussy wasn’t quite as tight, but to my surprise it was much warmer and wetter than Janna’s was. I could feel her wetness flowing down over my balls.

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As Brandy pleaded and moaned, “Ooooh god, fuck me... Fuck me...” I violently rammed my cock deep into her gaping pussy. Reaching around and grabbing both of Brandy's breasts, my balls slammed against her fine ass as I continued to drive my cock deeper and deeper into Brandy’s willing pussy.

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Now sitting on the arm of the couch facing Brandy, Jenna spread her legs wide and pulled the petite pink lips of her pussy open with two fingers. Again grabbing her hair, Jenna pushed Brandy’s face into her groin, as she demanded, “Eat me, Brandy. Eat my pussy!” As soon as her face touched Janna’s pussy, she began licking and sucking her sister's fresh fucked slit with a vengeance, lapping up Janna’s juices and my cum both at the same time.

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“Ooooh, I can’t stand it, Brandy!” moaned Jen, “Lick my pussy, baby.... Lick my cunt while brother fucks you with that big fat cock of his.”

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“Oh god…!” I groaned as I looked down at my glistening cock sliding in and out of my big sister's dripping pussy, her little brown butt hole opening and closing with each stroke. There were tears in her eyes as Janna’s gaze lovingly met mine.

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“Oh god, Andy, Brandy's eating my pussy feels so good...Uuuuum....” Jenna beamed. “How do you like your sister's pussies, Andy? You like to fuck our hot little pussies, don’t you? I can tell!”

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Coherent thought evaded me, as I tried unsuccessfully to respond. We had a classic 3-way going on and there was only one thing left to do...I bent forwards over Brandy’s body, so that Jenna and I could play suck face. All three of us were moaning like mindless idiots as our fucking and sucking grew into a crescendo. We couldn't have planed it any better as, miraculously, we all three cummed at the same time. Still on all fours, Brandy raised her head up to the sky; and like a wolf baying at the moon… “Oooooh!” As she howled Brandy shook and bucked against me, the inner walls of her vagina squeezed my cock. At the last second when I pulled out, the thick white gobs of cum shot so hard from my cock that the first huge glob ended up in the beautiful brown hair on the back of Brandy’s head. The rest spewed in ropy globs all over Brandy’s magnificent ass.

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Pressing her lips together as hard as she could, Jenna tried to stifle her scream as she cummed all over Brandy’s pretty face as it pressed into her pussy. As soon as we finished cumming we collapsed in a heap on the couch, a tangle of sweating, naked bodies and fell sound asleep, Life for my sisters and me would never be the same.

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The End…

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