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Chapter 3: We’ve been combined?

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Charlie and Martin stumbled laboriously through the candy house, taking cautious steps in an effort to avoid knocking themselves over again, before they found a strange mirror in the hall, made of a disc of candy.

They stared.

Their new face was pretty, and distinctly a combination of the pair’s features.

Their body was chocolate, broader than Charlie’s had been, their breasts and ass having grown since last they’d seen them.

And between their legs was a dick, large, thick, marshmallow-white, and half-hard, hardening as they stared at themselves in the mirror.

Martin moved their hand up to brush against their dick, and they gasped as one as the sensation ran up their spine, their member more sensitive than anything they’d ever felt.

Charlie tried to move their hand, and their arm flew off their dick and nearly hit their face.

“Whoops.” She said.

They tried again, taking small movements, brushing their chocolate hands down their transformed skin, sending shivers down their spine as they practiced moving until they could move their arms in sync with each other.

The whole time they stared into the mirror, eyes fixed on their combined form, their dick hardening.

Then, Martin tried to turn and take a step.

Charlie didn’t, and their legs got tangled and they fell again.

“C’mon Charlie, help me out here?” Martin said.

They carefully got back to their feet.

They paced in front of the mirror several times, each step coming easier and easier as they synced up.

Then they stopped all at once and stared, their nipples and dick both incredibly stiff and erect. Charlie cupped one breast gently, Martin reached down and grasped their dick and rubbed.

They both gasped at the sensations.

Each touch, each sensation was double what it had been when they had been separate, and they found themselves rapidly coming to a peak, the tip of their dick welling up with the sugary fluid that had replaced their cum.

Then they heard a tap. “Good morning you two!” the voice of the candy witch boomed from outside.

“Dammit.” Martin muttered.

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“Wow, look at you two!”

The Sugar Witch loomed over them once more, a sheer, white lacy apron tied in close to highlight her curves as her enormous face smiled down at them.

“Some of my best work if I say so myself, and you’re not even quite done yet!” she said smugly.

“And you’ve even figured out how to move properly! I knew you two were a good choice, I just knew it!” she said, her enormous hand reaching out to them.

“Just… one more thing to do!’ she said brightly.

Already keyed up, the warmth of her hand wrapped firmly around them sent a shock of pleasure through the two of them, their incredibly sensitive chocolate skin pressed against soft warmth, causing them to literally melt a little as she raised them to her face.

Her enormous brown eyes fixed them with an appraising stare. “you two aren’t quite done cooking yet.” she said, setting herself down in a wooden chair set next to the small table on which the candy house was placed.

“Just… one more thing.” she raised her hand, and her other hand, tucked behind her, came back, and her apron slipped off of her naked body, slithering to the ground, the sheer material Ankara escort hissing, revealing her tanned skin and wide, curvy body.

Then she carefully lowered them to the seat between her legs, tipping her hand, so that they slid out, their body plopping unceremoniously on the smooth wood between her legs.

Her thighs were like walls of dark skin, heat radiating off them, leaving them in a dim canyon of flesh lit by indirect morning sunlight, staring up at her, towering over them like a cliff of warm skin.

They had been keyed up by their earlier exploration of their combined bodies, and so, despite the anxiety they should have felt, the sight of a pussy big enough to swallow them hole, glistening like a sexual cave entrance, caused them to harden, as they stared slackly at Glacie’s pussy.

“Holy shit.” Martin muttered.

“Right?” Charlie said faintly.

They stumbled forwards, a step at a time, as a scent enveloped them. Not the musky smell they might have expected, but a sugary, vanilla smell. A familiar one.

The one that had enticed them into the house.

That had drawn them back to the sugar witch when they’d tried to run.

Their eyes glazed over as they walked towards her.

The Sugar witch grinned down at them, her hand dropping to hover behind them as they approached her crotch, dazed by the smell.

The two reached out as one, chocolate hands warmed by the heat coming from the Sugar witch, and ran their hands up and down the warm, soft skin, licking their lips.

He hand was hot as it pressed up behind them, soft, insistent pressure pressing them into her, rubbing them against her pussy lips like a toy. They both squeaked, struggling to add their own efforts to the sugar witch’s.

Then, with a little more pressure, they were pushed inside.

The smell was far stronger here, as they were cocooned in hot, damp pressure, that should have melted them. Despite the heat though, only the outermost layer of their chocolate skin became liquid enough to leave anything behind as they were pushed inside, the pounding heartbeat of the sugar witch intense enough to be almost deafening.

Every millimeter of their oversensitive skin was pressed against warm, slick skin, and the feeling of being pressed further in, their dick being rubbed through the slick lubrication on the walls of the Sugar Witch’s tunnel sent shocks of pleasure through them that rendered them practically incoherent.

They tried vainly to hump into the enveloping pressure as Glacie’s fingers ceased pushing them deeper, leaving them to soak in the intense heat and the mind-numbingly sweet vanilla smell wrapping around them.

Between the smell, the rhythmic thumping of her heartbeat, the heat and pressure, the two were lulled into a state of relaxed bliss, the pressure and friction as the Sugar Witch clenched down around them sending pulses of pleasure through them that left them shaking and weak, unable to do more than lie there and take it.

Eventually, they felt her clench down hard around them, and they were being shoved out, inch by inch, sending more pleasure rushing through them as they were rubbed against her walls going out the other way.

The daze they were left in lifted a little as tension built in their abdomen, their cock hardening and Escort Ankara growing.

With a muffled cry, the tension broke, and they came, spurting into her pussy.

A moment later they were washed out of her with a rush of cum and pressure.

They slid to the seat of the chair in a puddle of the Glacie’s cum, and lay back, dazed, staring up at her as she grinned down at them.

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Something was weird.

Martin blinked, here eyes focusing. They were lying on a hard surface, again.

“Charlie?” she asked, hesitantly.

Her arm moved on its own. “Yeah?” Charlie asked.

They were still fused.

They sat up, slowly and carefully.

They were lying next to a table. A normal sized table, made of wood… with a small house made of candy on it.

Charlie glanced down at their body.

They were human again. Only… their body seemed more or less as it had been when they had been made of candy, but their skin was different. Charlie’s dark brown was mixed in patches with martin’s pale skin tone, leaving them with a captivating pattern of intermixed brown and peach over their already almost unnaturally beautiful curves.

And their cock was back, bigger proportionally than it had been as candy, and mottled with the same mixture of colors as the rest of their body.

“Holy shit we’re back!” Martin said.

“more or less.” Said a voice.

They stumbled as they both lurched up, nearly knocking themselves back over as they stood, unaccustomed to the distribution of weight of being a full-sized human again.

They were… short. Shorter than they had been before shrinking anyway, and looked up at the naked Sugar Witch, resplendent in the midmorning sun.

“So, now that the two of you are properly cooked, let’s chat.” She said, grinning.

She turned to the oven, heat boiling from it as she opened it, and, barehanded, reached in, and took a tray out, and set it on the counter, blithely unconcerned with the fact the metal try was hot enough the fused college students could feel it from where they stood.

“Take a seat!” the Sugar witch said brightly, and they did.

“Ok you two.” she said, sitting down across form them. “I imagine you are very much wondering what the hell I did to you and more importantly, why.” The Sugar Witch said.

Charlie nodded for them.

“I need an apprentice. Someone to learn from me, and carry on my magical practice and techniques and what not. I cast a divinatory working, and it picked out the two of you as the most likely candidates. While there are a lot of kids at your college who could do well enough, the spell seemed to think the two of you were my best options. Equally qualified, y’know And I couldn’t decide between the two of you.” she said, with an unconcerned gesture.

“So I decided to split the difference. Don’t worry about ID or documents or whatever,” she said, and both of them suddenly realized, with a sinking feeling, that not only were they one person, they were one person who didn’t exist officially.

The witch blinked, sighed, reached over tot he try and handed them a cookie.

They took it. It was warm, and soft, but not nearly as hot as it should be.

Martin began to raise it to their mouths when Charlie stopped their hand.

“Wait, remember last time?” Escort Bayan Charlie said.

Martin hesitated.

“It’s a very different kind of cookie. Just normal cookie batter, no magic in this one. Promise.” The Sugar Witch said, grinning. “I already did most of what I wanted to anyway.” she said.

Charlie relaxed, fractionally, letting them finally take a bite from the cookie.

It was warm, soft and delicious, but most notably, not supernaturally tasty. Merely ordinary.

They relaxed a little more.

“Like I said. Don’t worry. I can magic you up some relevant documentation easily. so. Here’s what I want form you two. I’m going to teach you glucomancy. Sugar Magic.

You are going to learn sugar magic. And you are going to be very, very good at it.” She said.

“Is that why you uh…” Martin began, and trailed off, gesturing at themselves.

“Well, you two work very well together. And also, you two are very cute together.” she smirked at them.

“Then there’s the fact that magic is weird. Anyone can reach out and poke at it, draw a little bit of it into your life, but!” she raised a finger. “Now I could have just gotten you two to piddle away with the basics and struggle to learn the really fun stuff, but you can reach magic more easily if your perceptions have been challenged. If your life has changed, somehow. If you have, put it bluntly, transformed.

I had to learn the hard way, and it wasn’t until I was a doddering old man on the verge of death that I finally took the risk to transform myself to seek real power.” she smiled, the amused, cocky air her smile had up ’til now fading for one of contemplation.

“In the end, I regret all the time I wasted fucking around with the very tip of what could be, when there was so much more that I could reach, if I had only taken the risk earlier.” she looked at them.

“You two aren’t going to be struggling so much.” she said.

“What uh… hypothetically, what if we don’t uh… want to?” Charlie asked.

The witch shrugged. “Well, it would be a terrible waste for one, but I could just make sure you two could continue your life more or less as you have. But really. You’d toss aside the opportunity for real magic to go back to studying for uh… Business and Economics? Really?” she asked, giving them a pointed look.

“You’d set aside the chance to learn magic capable of incredible miracles, to go back to a course of study pushed upon you by parental pressure, that neither of you like, that amounts to pretending the asinine make-believe of rich people justifying their ill-gotten gains is some kind of real science?” she asked incredulous.

“I mean, I could credit it if you were in, say, engineering. Or physics. Or chemistry. Or computer science. Or astrophysics. Y’know. real stuff. or uh, literature and shit.” she shrugged. “but economics?” she chuckled. “I mean, my tutelage will not preclude you from returning to college, but I do think you ought to pick degree programs that aren’t complete bullshit. just so you aren’t wasting your time, y’know. Choice is yours though.” she said, shrugging.

“The uh… involuntary part of this is over, unless you voluntarily agree to be my apprentices.” she said.

Martin felt a though pass through her mind that was not hers. Damn. Can she read our minds?

Maybe. You actually want to go back to uh… econ 2040? She thought back.

Nah, fuck that noise. Maybe she can magic us up a degree change that our parents wont yell at us over. Charlie thought back.

“We’re in.” they both said simultaneously.

“Excellent.” the Sugar Witch said, grinning.

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In the quiet, dimly lit room, Louise stood before the mirror, her eyes tracing the curves of her body. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of excitement and nerves. The candles cast flickering shadows across her skin, highlighting her toned physique and the soft swell of her breasts. She was a goddess, and tonight she decides, she is going to be worshipped. Her fingers grazed the delicate lace of her lingerie, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She had been waiting for this moment. When he told about his desire and fantasies a fortnight ago, she was shocked at first. For the first two-three nights, she had felt guilty. Her boyfriend, Tom, had completely surrendered to her wishes. After sweet encouragement from Tom, she had felt so free and safe on the fourth night. She had had a long, sultry massage, after which she had turned onto her back. Tom was crouched on the bed beside her. Tom’s hands had done exactly what she commanded him to do. It was as if her mind and his body merged into a horny whole. She had finally cum so powerfully that she then slipped into a dreamy, relaxed sleep. When she woke up, she appeared to be lying on her side. Their warm blanket over her. Tom lay spooned behind her. She had felt his hard throbbing shaft against buttocks. Normally, she had felt a pressure. A commitment to make him cum. Like the first three nights after his confession. But he had just told her he wanted nothing more than to lie languorously against her. Desperate. Throbbing. She giggled. Her body had shaken a little. She had felt how Tom’s hard cock had immediately responded by throbbing. He groaned in his sleep and had muttered her name. She felt liberated. She felt like a goddess, with the right to be adored. The throbbing cock wet with pre-cum had not felt like a compelling nagging obligation, but an affirmation of her beauty.

In the days that followed, she had felt increasingly free. Louise’s teasing had gotten to him in the recent two wee. Her clothes had became more and more provocative. She had often teased him. Stroked his crotch for a moment. Waited for his cock to stiffen. Only to then leave him alone in his horniness. Together, they had decided to try the new dynamic for a week. A week of teasing and denial. A week in which she was allowed to decide everything and only her pleasure counted. Now this week was over. She above in preparation. He downstairs, oblivious to the transformation she was undergoing.

Louise called out to Tom. Not as an order, rather a request l, still somewhat juvenile in her role. His footsteps grew louder as he approached the staircase, and she took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She knew now what he liked, what made him feel small and powerless in the best of ways. The thrill of it all made her skin tingle. This was their special night, a ritual they had created together, a celebration of their love and her dominance over him.

The door creaked open, and Tom stepped in, his eyes widening at the sight of her. He froze, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. Louise could see the hunger in his gaze as it traveled from her feet, adorned with dainty heels, up to her waist, where the lingerie cinched in tightly. She knew she looked exquisite, and the power it gave her was intoxicating.

“You may enter, my love,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “But remember your place.”

Tom nodded, his eyes never leaving hers as he walked into the room, his movements deliberate and submissive. He knew the rules, and he reveled in the role she had cast for him. As he knelt before her, she could see the adoration in his eyes, the way they lingered on her figure. She felt a surge of satisfaction, knowing she had him exactly where she wanted him.

The tension grew as Louise approached him, her hips swaying with each step. She took her time, savoring the moment. When she was close enough, she reached down and traced a finger along his jawline, feeling the stubble beneath her touch. He leaned into it, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

“You’ve been a good boy,” she murmured, her hand moving to the back of his neck. “But I think it’s time for you to show me just how much you’ve missed me.”

Tom’s eyes searched hers for approval, and she gave it with a gentle squeeze. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her inner thigh, just above the lace. She shivered, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin. This was the beginning of their worship, the part where she allowed him to show his devotion. And she knew it would be a night neither of them would forget.

Louise’s petite frame was a deceptive canvas for her voluptuous figure. Her breasts were full and round, straining against the confines of her lingerie. They jiggled slightly with each breath she took, taunting Tom with their perfection. Her waist was narrow, cinched in by the corset that highlighted her hourglass figure. Her hips flared out, the kind that could make a man’s hands itch to hold onto them tightly. And her ass, a perfect handful that she knew Tom couldn’t resist. She reveled in the power her body had over him, a power she had cultivated and honed over the months of their relationship.

Her skin was a warm. It was soft to the touch, like velvet, and it glowed in the candlelight. She watched as Tom’s eyes followed the path her finger had taken, his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts. He was lost in her, and she liked it that way. It was in moments like these that she felt truly alive, truly in control.

He began to kiss her, his lips moving up her thighs, his hands trembling slightly as they reached for her waist. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he was afraid to break the spell. She allowed him to continue, her breath hitching as his mouth found the sensitive skin behind her knee. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. He was worshipping her, and she was loving every second of it.

The scent of the candles filled the room, a sweet, heady aroma that seemed to enhance every sensation. She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin, the soft brush of his fingers as they traced the curves of her body. She knew he was eager, desperate even, but she enjoyed making him wait. It was all part of the game, the delicious anticipation that made the release all the sweeter.

As Tom’s kisses grew more insistent, Louise could feel her own desire rising. Her core was wet and aching for his touch, but she held back, savoring the moment. This was about more than just sex. It was about power and love, about the bond they shared, the trust that allowed them to explore these dark, erotic depths together.

And with a final, lingering kiss to the inside of her thigh, Tom looked up at her, his eyes filled with adoration. She knew what he wanted, what he needed, and she was more than happy to give it to him. But first, she had a surprise. She stepped back, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, and turned to the bed.

“Take off your clothes,” she ordered, her voice firm but still gentle. “I want to see you bare before me.”

Tom’s eyes never left hers as he obeyed, his movements quick and eager. He removed his shirt, revealing the taut muscles of his chest and stomach. His pants followed, and she took in the sight of him, fully aroused and vulnerable before her. She felt a thrill of power, knowing that she had done this to him, that he was hers to command.

“Tonight,” she said, her voice a purr, “you will truly experience what it means to worship a goddess.”

Tom’s eyes went wide, his heart racing with excitement. He had never seen her this commanding before, this powerful.

Louise stepped closer to the bed, her busty, petite body a vision of beauty in the candlelit room. Her breasts, though not overly large, were a testament to the finesse of nature, perfectly proportioned to her frame. The areolas, a darker shade of pink, were large and puckered, the very sight of them making Tom’s mouth water. He had always been obsessed with her breasts, the way they filled his hands, the way her areolas tightened when she was aroused.

Her big boobs jiggled ever so slightly with each step she took, and Tom’s eyes followed the mesmerizing movement. He knew what was coming next, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear. She leaned over him, her breasts hovering just above his face, the heat of her skin warming his cheeks. He could feel the weight of them, the promise of pleasure just out of reach.

“You may worship,” she whispered, and Tom didn’t need any more encouragement. He reached out with his tongue, tracing the edge of her areola. It was larger than most, a delicious target that begged for his attention. He flicked and circled, feeling it pebble under his touch. Louise’s breath hitched, and she moaned softly, the sound music to his ears.

Her hand found the back of his head, guiding him closer. He took the nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then more firmly. He could feel her body respond, her back arching slightly, pushing her chest closer to his face. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak, savoring the taste of her skin. She smelled faintly of vanilla, a scent that always made him think of their special nights together.

Louise’s hand tightened in his hair, pulling him back with a soft gasp. He looked up at her, her eyes half-closed with pleasure, her lips parted in a silent moan.

“Please, Louise,” he begged, his voice hoarse with need. “More.”

Louise smirked, enjoying the power she held over him. She stepped back, releasing his hair. “You may not touch me yet,” she said, her tone a mix of tease and command. “First, you must show me how much you crave me.”

Tom’s eyes searched hers, desperation and longing evident in his gaze. He knew better than to argue, to protest. This was her night, her show. He was there to please her, to serve her every whim.

Louise watched him for a moment, her chest heaving with her own arousal. Then she reached down and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling him back gently but firmly. He winced, but the pain only served to excite him further.

“Worship me,” she murmured, her voice a siren’s call that sent shivers down his spine.

Tom leaned in, his eyes never leaving hers, and kissed her again, this time more urgently. His hands found their way to her breasts, cupping them gently. He felt the heat of her skin, the firmness of her flesh. His thumbs brushed over her areolas, and she gasped, her eyes closing in pleasure. He knew just how sensitive she was, how the lightest touch could make her melt.

He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard. She moaned, her body arching into him. He felt the power of her response, the way she surrendered to his touch. It was intoxicating, a heady rush that made his blood race. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment, feeling her body respond to his every move.

As he licked and sucked, his hands roamed her body, exploring every inch of her soft, warm skin. He moved down her stomach, his tongue tracing the lines of her abs, savoring the taste of her. She was sweet and salty, a delicious blend of woman and power. He reached her belly button, swirling his tongue around the sensitive spot before continuing his journey downward.

Louise’s thighs trembled as he approached them. He knew now how much she loved having her thighs kissed and licked, the way it made her legs shake with desire. He took his time, kissing and nibbling, his tongue sliding along the sensitive skin. He could feel her tension building, the muscles tensing and releasing as she fought to keep still.

He reached the juncture of her thighs. He kissed her inner thighs, moving closer and closer to her center. She was wet and ready, the scent of her arousal thick in the air. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and he knew she was eager for his touch. But he held back, enjoying the way she squirmed and begged for more.

Tom’s mouth watered at the thought of tasting her, of feeling her clench around his tongue. He kissed her outer thigh, then moved inward, his tongue flicking out to tease her skin. She moaned, her hips rolling slightly, silently begging for him to touch her where she needed it most.

With a final, lingering kiss to her inner thigh, he moved back up her body, his lips finding hers once again. “Thank you,” she whispered against his mouth, her voice a soft purr of pleasure. “Now, let’s see what else you have for me.”

Her eyes danced with excitement as she reached into a velvet pouch, pulling out a small, sleek vibrator. It was new, something they had bought together, a symbol of their shared desires and the lengths they would go to satisfy them.

“Open your mouth,” she ordered, and he obeyed, his eyes never leaving hers. She slid the vibrator between her lips, her tongue playing over the smooth surface. He watched, entranced, as she coated it in her saliva.

Then, with a wicked smile, she brought it down to his cock. She teased the tip, watching as his eyes rolled back in his head. He was hers, utterly and completely, and she was going to make sure he knew it.

The vibrator buzzed to life, the sound filling the room. She moved it down his shaft, her hand cupping his balls gently. His hips jerked, his body reacting instinctively to the sensation. She chuckled, enjoying his helplessness.

“Not yet,” she murmured, placing a finger on his chest to keep him still. “First, I want to make sure you’re ready for me.”

Tom nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. He knew what was coming, had dreamed about.. She leaned down, her mouth replacing the vibrator, her tongue sliding along his shaft. He felt her breath against his skin, the warmth of her mouth surrounding him. He groaned, his eyes fluttering closed.

Louise took her time, her mouth moving up and down, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin. She knew just how much pressure to apply, how to keep him on the edge without pushing him over. She took him deep, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

Her mouth was a wet, warm heaven, a place he never wanted to leave. She was in control, dictating every sensation, and he loved it. She pulled back, her teeth scraping lightly against his shaft. He whimpered, his body begging for more.

“Good boy,” she said, her voice filled with approval. “Now, let’s see if you can handle this.”

With that, she slid the vibrator under her panties, pressing it against her clit. The vibration traveled through her body, making her shiver. She began to rock her hips, her eyes never leaving his. He watched, transfixed, as she pleasured herself, her breathing growing ragged.

Her eyes were half-closed, her cheeks flushed. She was lost in the moment, a goddess in the throes of passion. He could see the wetness on her inner thighs, feel the warmth of her body. His cock throbbed in response, begging for release.

But she wasn’t done with him yet. She took his cock in her hand again, stroking him slowly as she continued to pleasure herself. She was a study in contrasts, her delicate frame belying the power she wielded over him.

The vibrator grew louder, the intensity of her movements increasing. She was close, so close. And she wanted him to watch, to see what he did to her. He leaned back, his body straining against the bed, his eyes locked on hers.

Then, with a gasp, she came. Her body tensed, her hips bucking against the vibrator. She threw her head back, her breasts bouncing slightly. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, the most erotic moment of his life.

And then she was on him, her mouth finding his, her tongue pushing past his lips. He could taste himself on her, a salty sweetness that made him growl with desire. Her hand stroked him lazily, her thumb circling the head of his cock. He was so close, so fucking close.

Louise pulled away, a knowing smile on her lips. She had felt his cock pulse in her hand, knew he was right on the edge. She took the vibrator out of her panties, turning it off with a soft click. The room was silent except for their ragged breathing.

Tom’s eyes snapped open, his chest heaving. “Louise, please,” he begged, his voice strained. “I need you.”

Louise’s smile was like a knife, sharp and sweet. She stepped back, allowing him to feel the loss of her touch. The vibrator fell to the side, forgotten in the intensity of the moment. “Patience,” she murmured, her eyes gleaming in the candlelight. “You will have what you want, but only when I say so.”

Tom’s cock was a pulsing, desperate thing between his legs, begging for release. The ache in his balls was almost unbearable, a delicious torment that had him whimpering. He watched as she sauntered over to the chair in the corner of the room, her hips swaying with each step. She sat down, her legs crossing elegantly, and picked up the vibrator again.

“You’ve been such a good boy,” she cooed, her voice like a velvet caress. “But I think it’s time for you to learn patience.”

Tom’s eyes were filled with a mix of desperation and love as she stroked him one last time, the vibrator buzzing against his swollen head before she pulled away. He whined, his hips bucking involuntarily.

“No,” she said firmly, her hand moving to his chest. “Not yet.”

Tom’s eyes pleaded with hers, his body writhing with the need for release. He watched, desperate, as she stepped away from the bed, the vibrator still in her hand.

“I want you to feel this,” she murmured, her eyes dark with desire. “I want you to remember what it’s like to crave me.”

With that, she turned off the vibrator and set it aside. She crawled onto the bed, straddling his hips. Her wetness coated his shaft, the sensation making him groan. She began to ride him, her movements slow and deliberate. Each thrust was a tease, bringing him closer to the edge only to pull back at the last moment.

He tried to hold on, his muscles tightening with the effort. His eyes fell closed, his breathing ragged. But she was relentless, her hips rolling in a rhythm that had him on the brink of insanity.

As she rode him, her breasts bounced in time with her movements, the nipples hard and begging for his touch. His body desperate to claim her, to show her just how much he wanted her. But she was in control, and she wasn’t going to let him come just yet.

Louise leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest. She whispered sweet nothings in his ear, her breath hot and tickling his skin. She knew just how to drive him wild, how to make him crave her touch.

Tom felt himself slipping, his mind fogging with need. His body was a live wire, ready to snap at any moment. He tried to focus on her, on the way her eyes sparkled in the candlelight, but it was no use. The need was too great.

“Louise,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “I can’t take it anymore.”

But she just smirked, her movements growing slower, more deliberate. “You will,” she assured him. “You will take it, and you will love it. I find our week overwhelming. I would like to continue. But you get to choose. Or I’ll make you cum the way you want. You can squirt me all over, take me doggy style. But then we end this week. For good. Or you choose to come and lie along me again and rip your delicious throbbing lick against my buttocks. Then we will continue this week endlessly and I will remain your goddess forever”

She giggled. “Good boy. I knew you would choose that. My little cum slut.” Slowly she tilted her hips. His cock jumped out of her wet slit. Then she curled up beside him, her hand wrapping around his throbbing cock.

“Sleep now,” she whispered, ” tomorrow you wil worship me again, and again, and again.” She was his goddess, and this was their sacred bond. He drifted off to sleep, his mind filled with the promise of tomorrow, of the worship that awaited him. And as the room grew quiet, the only sound was the soft buzz of anticipation, a promise of what was to come.

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Hey Dan glad you could “cum” over, Barb cooed.

“If it’s anything like the last time I’d “cum” over every day Barb.”

She looked scrumptious in her long, silky, almost see thru dress. It was obvious when she hugged me there were no under clothes. I felt her soft boobs pressing against me as she tightly gripped me, my hand slid down to her ass, giving it a rub as she gripped my cock.

“Oh I think it may be even better Dan.”

“God you feel good Barb, I love it when you mash your tits against me, it’s so erotic.”

“Yeah I like it too, gives me tingles in my pussy – here feel it” she pulled her dress up, and I put my hand on her pussy, “feel it already getting wet. C’mon in and let’s get the party started!”

My cock was hard just thinking about what was to come.

As she turned and walked back into the house she unzipped her dress and let it slip to the floor. I watched those sweet hips sashay, cheeks jiggling, as she continued in. For a middle aged woman she was in great shape: honey blond hair just past her shoulders, pale white skin, and soft bouncy boobs to die for with nice sized nipples.

I started stripping letting my clothes fall where they may – eyes glued to her ass.

She reached her leather chair, turned around, and bending over started swinging her tits at me.

“Ohhhh, you’re hard, like what you see? Like watching my tits?” She husked as they swayed back and forth.

Man did I, “Yes I do, you have gorgeous soft boobs Barb. I love your pink nipples, will they get hard for me?”

“Well come and get it” Sitting down she splayed her legs over the arm rests, showing her pussy and brown hole just peeking out.

I was between her legs in a heart beat, kissing her thighs, lips, blowing softly on her hole.

“Goddd I want this! Suck me, make me cum, tongue fuck me, use that wet warm tongue that’s it fuck me with your tongue, make me squirt all over you.”

I licked and sucked, then wormed my tongue into her ass (I knew she loved that) while fingering her pussy.

“Yessss lick my ass you slut, fuck it with your tongue, that’s it yessss gawd I love having my ass licked. You know Jim doesn’t do it – fuck it, stick it in deep make me cum!”

I was in heaven licking and fucking her hole “want a taste Barb?”

“Yes let me taste my ass juices.”

She bent down, and I sat up and we started kissing, both tongues probing the other, swapping our spit. “mmmm this is good, my ass tastes good. I love sloppy spit swapping.”

“Stick you tongue in my nose, fuck my nostrils,” she ordered. “Yessss that’s it tickle my nose. Tongue it make it wet, taste my nose.”

I gently slid my tongue in and out or her nose, giving each nostril a soft fuck while wrapping my lips around her nose. “Mmm, you horny fuck, I like this.”

“Now my tits, lick them.” I quickly had my tongue flicking her nipples while suckling on her soft white tits.

Barb, while watching, started drooling, letting the spit drip from her chin onto her tits and my awaiting mouth. I was in heaven soft wet tits, my cock dripping onto her stomach, “That’s it lick my spit, suck those tits” as she continued to drool onto them.

“Now back to my ass slut, tongue me some more before the main course!” She turned around with her ass in my face, tits hanging down.

Down on my knees kissing her cheeks while fondling her tits.

Spreading her cheeks she commanded “get that tongue in there, fuck my ass, eat it out! That’s it, oh yes, yes I love it, make me wet. Tongue fuck me, ahh, oooh, yeh, oh I love this.”

My tongue was pumping into her sweet hole fucking in and out – it was so good. My dick was dripping.

“Now eat my cunt” she hissed,” make me cum all over your face!!”

I was going crazy, sucking her clit, tongue running around her lips.

Barb was grinding her pussy into my mouth, trying to fuck my tongue “oh yeah yessss suck me suck my cunt…”

Her juices were flowing over my face and into my mouth. I started rubbing her ass with a finger wetting it with our juices as I slowly slid it in.

“God yes, finger fuck me! fuck my ass suck my clit, use that tongue” as she began bucking her cunt into me. “Make me cum you slut! That’s it suck, lick ohhhh I’m gonna’ cum! Eat me, fuck that ass, yes that’s it! Tongue fuck my cunt you whore, oh yeah I’m so close, stick that ass finger in my mouth” and she started sucking it; “yes that’s it! I’m cumming!” and with that ataşehir escort she began squirting in my mouth on my face rubbing her pussy all around me, “Wow yes don’t stop… eat me suck it up” as she ground that wet slit into my face, “that’s eat eat it all gaawwed I love it.” Grinding her wet cunt onto my tongue.

I was in heaven eating her pussy drinking that cum, “don’t stop slut I’m not done yet” as she forced that pussy onto my tongue. “Oh, oh that’s enough now back to my ass. That’s it you bitch eat it oh I’m gonna’ cum again don’t stop, tongue my hole!” and she came again.

“Wow I need a break slut.” Climbing off me, hot tits swaying, “that was good. But I’m gonna’ want more in a bit,

“Where’s Jim?” I asked.

“Oh he might show up – you wanna’ suck some dick for me? Eat some cum? I’d like watching his big dick fucking your mouth you licking up the precum, God it makes me so horny watching you suck cock. Rub your wet dick on my ass, yeah that’s it” as she backed into me rubbing her sweet ass against my cock, sliding it up and down, I could hardly stand it it felt so good. That hot ass, I massaged her gorgeous tits while she continued to masturbate me with her ass.

“Yeah that feels so good – you’re getting me all wet and slippery back there. Oooh yes, she bent forward a bit – try to stick it in, fuck my ass.”

I pushed my cock head against her hole wet with my cum. “That’s it stick it in, push” – as she pushed back. “Oh you horny slut”, as my head started to slide in; “that’s it get that leaky dick all over my hole.”

“Now pull it out and clean me up; lick your cum off, get it all”

I was a man possessed licking her ass, tonguing her hole “yeah fuck my ass you slut, that’s it; do it don’t stop ’til it’s all cleaned up

I pulled her cheeks apart to get better access with my tongue and face.

“Wow what do we have here!”

“Hi Jimmy I’m – we were just talking about you; I’m having this bitch clean his cum off my ass.”

“Yeah I see, looks like he’s enjoying it and doing a good job – look who’s with me.”

“Cheri, hi.”

“Whaaaat, wow… Hi Barb, hey Dan” said Cheri. She was Barb’s best friend, petite, shoulder length brown hair, small boobs and great ass.

“OK bitch now stand up and kiss me I want to taste my own ass.” With that I put my tongue in her mouth and she started sucking on it. “Yum no wonder you like it – tangy huh.”

“You guys wanna have some fun?”

Oh yeah they both said

“How about you strip down Jim and we’ll watch the slut suck your dick! C’mon Cheri sit next to me and watch this bitch suck Jimmy’s cock.”

I got down on my knees in front of them and started licking Jims cock. Barb found a vibrator and started teasing her pussy while Cheri started taking her clothes off.

“That’s it suck him lick those balls, we wanna’ see him shoot all over you Dan!” Jim’s dick, though not very long was quite thick, and he had a very heavy ball sack hanging between his legs.

“Wow Barb this is really turning me on” Soon Cheri was naked, playing with her bald pussy while rubbing her small tits. Though petite Cheri had long eraser like nipples, and a clit that jutted out from her slit.

“OOOooo”she said this is making me sooo horny. He likes sucking doesn’t he.”

“”Yesss” hissed Barb, “you should of seen him last time – he likes cock, cum, pussy spit, ass… this slut does it all!”

Jim was fucking my mouth with his cock, pulling it out, rubbing it over my face, putting on a show for the girls.

Cheri was plunging fingers into her pussy watching me suck and slobber over Jims dick; Barb continued sliding her wet dildo in and out of her soaking pussy.

“Let me suck your fingers Cheri, taste your pussy, ummmm, yum” as Cheri slipped them out of her pussy and into Barb “Delicious I know Dan’s gonna like licking your cum.” After Barb had her fingers good and wet Cherie returned to massaging her pussy while intently watching Jim’s dick pump in and out of my mouth balls slapping against my face.

“Yeah suck him… makes me so horny… I wanna’ get fucked” said Cheri.

“Lie down Dan” commanded Barb, “Jim keep that cock in his face, now Cheri you climb on that dick – he’s good and hard after those pills I gave him.”

Cheri was sitting on my cock in an instant her sopping wet pussy surrounding my hard rod. She was soon bouncing up and down, riding it hard and deep; “ohhhhh escort ataşehir I’m gonna cum already!” and she did coating my cock and balls with her squirt. I was so hard, her wet pussy continued to slide up and down my dick… then she leaned forward and joined me sucking Jim’s cock – her tongue sliding all around it her spit coating it and drooling onto me and into my mouth. We both continued to lick and suck that dick while her pussy pulsated around my cock.

“Oh yeah” cried Jim ” I’m gonna cum”… he erupted, spurting a shot into Cheri’s wet mouth I grabbed his dick and pushed it into my mouth – just started fucking my mouth cum flowing into me, Barb was going crazy watching the mouth fuck plunging her dildo in and out of her sopping hole., Cheri and I both fighting for Jim’s cum tonguing his hard dick, swapping spit and cum as our tongues intertwined. He finally pulled out cum and spit dripping onto my face. Cheri was there cleaning off his cock and then my face; wet tongue licking my cheeks, my nose, sucking on my lips.

“Man that was so hot! I’ve never seen a guy suck off another… and eat his cum!”

“Oh Cheri we’re just getting started” said Barb “now sit on his face and let him lick your pussy.”

Cheri slid off my hard dick and moved her soaking pussy over my mouth. I promptly began to kiss and suck on her lips sticking my tongue in her pussy loving her juices. She slowly moved her pussy up and down my mouth. “Suck my clit, oh, yeah, suck on it, mmm, gaawd that’s good.”

“That’s it fuck his mouth” said Barb. “Eat that pussy cum boy, make her cum again!”

“Oh this feels so good… yeah eat me… lick my cunt… that’s it… oh, oh. oh, make me cum.”

“Dan why don’t you give her a special treat” said Barb.

I knew she wanted to watch me lick Cheri’s ass; “turn around and get into a 69 Cheri” she turned so her ass was now on display, and my cock ready for her mouth.

“Oh, oh, oh my, he’s licking my ass! Wow, ummm, that feels good.”

“I told you he was a slut boy; tongue that ass Dan, fuck it, slobber all over it! Oooh Jimmy you’re getting hard again – like what you’re seeing? Think you can do it again?”

“At least one more time baby.”

“Well, then fuck her ass while he licks her pussy, shoot your load all over it so we can watch him lick it up!”

Jim got behind Cheri, I pulled her cheeks apart while he started rubbing his hard, wet dick up and down her hot hole, she was pushing back on him, masturbating that dick, getting him wet and both of them very slippery. I had the grand view, watching them both, his hard cock rubbing her ass, pre-cum running down her crack dripping into my mouth, balls teasing my nose.

“Mmmm that feels so sexy, I’m not sure I can take it though” she mumbled while sucking my cock. I was loving this, wet mouth sucking my dick, pussy dripping into my mouth, fat cock rubbing a sexy ass…

“We’ll see how it goes, if I can’t get it in I’ll just shoot all over your hole and Danny boy can suck it up.” Jim ran his cock around her sphincter, trying to loosen it up. I was sucking and licking her hot, wet pussy, loving the juices leaking out, occasionally I’d suck one of Jims balls into my mouth.

“Yeah, suck those balls, feed him your wet dick Jimmy” Barb commanded. “This is so fucking hot! You guys are making my pussy soaking wet.”

I was so turned on watching that cock slide up and down Cheri’s ass, licking her horny pussy, seeing him rub the tip around her hole; I was thrusting my hard dick into her wet mouth fucking it wanting to shoot my load, but not wanting this action to stop.

“Gawd I’m gonna’ cum she cried!” Humping against his dick, grinding her pussy on my face “Stick it in, pusshhh it into my ass, ahhh, oh, yess, oh this is so good, eat my cunt fuck it with your tongue… yes that’s it, I’m cumming, oh yeah, so good.”

As she released a squirt into my mouth Jim started spurting his seed into her ass. He didn’t get very deep in so I was able to watch the cum shoot out flooding her asshole with wet sticky cum. After several thrusts he pulled his cock out and let it flop into my mouth where I greedily sucked it in. His cum was running down Cherie’s ass onto his cock and in my mouth.

“Man you guys, I’m gonna’ cum!” cried Barb. “Wow, oh wow, you hot, horny fuckers! Clean that dick off, suck the cum off of it, yeah that’s it, now her asshole, lick that crack, get your tongue ataşehir escort bayan in there slut boy! Get all the cum.” Cheri still had her mouth wrapped around my throbbing cock, fucking my slit with her tongue.

“I need to fuck! Sit up Cheri, let me on that cock” said Barb. Cheri pulled her mouth from my dick and I soon felt the warm softness of Barb’s pussy envelope my cock. Jim had pulled his spent dick from my mouth so I could now concentrate on the sweet pussy and ass on my face.

“Oh jeez, I’m gonna’ cum again – eat me, use that tongue, yeah fuck my pussy, fuck my ass, oh yeah, do it!” Again I tasted her sweet nectar as she came, covering my face with her juice.

“Oh you horny bitch!” said Barb as she started riding my hard. “Fill my cunt with your cum, c’mon fuck me, use that cock, fuck, oh fuck yeah, that’s it, shove that horny rod into my pussy.”

I was thrusting hard into that warm, soft pussy, loving the feel of it around my cock. Barb was meeting each of my thrusts with downward strokes, driving my dick deep into her sopping wet pussy. Cheri had climbed off my face and she and Jim watched as Barb and I fucked. Each of us trying to get the other off.

“Oh Barb, you’re gonna’ make me cum, fuck me, fuck my cock, ride it!” She was humping up and down, tits bouncing, while she drove her pussy into me.

“Yeah, cum you fucker, cum, fill my cunt. Oh God I’m gonna’ cum too, fuck me, fuck me, oh, oh, do it, shoot your load!”

I couldn’t take it any more pushing my hips up driving my cock into her cunt I began to cum, squirt after squirt as a I unloaded. “That’s it, yes, oh that cum feels so good, mmmm, I love it” she continued riding up and down milking all the cum from my cock. “Oh I love fucking!” When I thought she was done, she began to grind and rotate her hips around my still hard cock. “Oh, yeah, I’m gonna’ cum again, cum all over your cock.” It felt so delicious as she circled that pussy around my dick. What a hot wet mess we were. My cock and balls were covered with our juices.

“Almost done bitch” and she scooted up to my face proceeding to grind her soaking pussy all over. My tongue was instantly up her cunt, lapping at he juices flowing out. “Cheri, clean his dick up will you.” I felt a warmth engulf my cock as Cheri used her mouth and tongue and my shaft and balls. “Eat me slut, eat my pussy, see if you can get me to cum some more I know you love it.”

I renewed my efforts on her pussy, licking and sucking, nibbling her lips and clit wanting her to cum again. “Oh, oh, oh my, you fucking slut, you are gonna’ make me cum aren’t you.” Knowing she was close, I pushed my thumb in her pussy and a finger in her ass, still using me tongue.

That did it… “Oh fuckity fuck, fuck fuck yes! Yes, fuck my holes, I’m cumming again you bitch, eat me, fuck me, yes, yes, here it comes you cum slut.” She began to squirt, flooding my mouth and face. “Oh wow, wow, you hot fucker!” I pulled my finger from her ass and stuck it in her mouth which she gladly accepted, cleaning her tang from it.

Barb climbed off my face and laying next to me began licking the juices from my face. “Join me Cheri, let’s clean this cum slut up.” Soon I had two mouths and tongues licking me, sucking my nose, teasing my ears, kissing and sucking each other as we all swapped cum and spit back and forth.

Jim was now kneeling over us, stroking his cock “You guys really got me hot, I’m gonna’ cum again, drip my load all over you faces.”

“Yeah, do it honey, feed us your cum, give Danny boy some more cum we can share.” We all watched as Jim continued to stroke, drips of cum leaking from his cock onto our faces as we all battled with each other to get it. “Do it, cum for us, feed us your load” Barb hissed while continuing to lick and suck my face and mouth.

“I’m not sure I can do it again Barb.”

“Oh I know what will make it happen.” She got behind Jim, spread his cheeks and started tonguing his ass. “Keep licking Cheri, he’s gonna’ shoot another load any moment now. He loves having his ass licked.”

With Barb’s tongue fucking in and out of his hole he did start cumming, his dick pointed right at my mouth with Cheri and I both licking it up. Barb continued her tongue lashing while Cheri grabbed his cock and stuck it in her mouth getting all the sticky sperm out. She then pulled off and began to spit swap with me, letting the cum and her spit flow into my hungry mouth.

“Well I think we’ve certainly had some hot fucking today” said Barb.

“Wow Barb that was amazing, you really got that slut going. I’ve never cum so much in one session.”

“Well this bitch boi does like it – don’t you Danny.”

“I do indeed Barb, anytime you want. You guys are fantastic.

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Waking up the next morning, I was still a bit out of it. It wasn’t as much the blow job that was the traumatic experience as much as the whole evening. It had mostly been a great deal of fun. There were just these things about Kim that irked me. Like how she pushed, for example. Or that she didn’t even react in any way when Linda kissed me. And thinking back to that kiss, and most of the Linda-stuff, I had to think that yesterday’s successes were mostly due to her, to Linda.

And how she kissed me. It was a hunger I had never felt before. And even when she was in the midst of being an aggressive, dominant lover, she was able to communicate with me and try to make me feel better throughout. Why was it so that Linda was the one who took care of my well-being when neither Kim nor I did? I felt guilty, sure, but even still…

As I looked at my wife and my… new friend… sleeping peacefully beside me, I couldn’t help but think that there was something wrong with me. Maybe I was just overthinking all of this. I had half a mind to even call Amanda, just to have someone to talk with who wasn’t in this weird mix-up. Someone to get some advice from.

I rolled out of bed, and as quietly as I could, snuck to the bathroom. After a quick wash and a few splashes of cold water to wake up, I made my way out to the kitchen. As I stood there, making myself a cup of coffee, I could feel Kim’s presence enter the room.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Morning,” I said without turning around.

“Last night was a lot of fun,” Kim said. I wanted to say something, but again, we were going to be stuck here at the lodge for another week or so. I tried to convince myself it was just an overreaction on my part. It probably was. The more I thought about what had happened, the more thrilled I was about perhaps a repeat. However, by now, it was hard to discern which part I wanted a repeat of. It was all a bit fuzzy and I felt a bit numb. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said, looking back at her. “I’m just a bit out of it, I guess.”

“You do look like you’re in deep thought,” Kim said. “You can always talk to me about whatever. I’m your wife, after all, Josh.”

“I know,” I said, not knowing how to express it. “I just…”

“It’s okay,” Kim said, pulling me into her embrace. “It’s all a bit weird, but we’re all young and dumb and horny.”

I couldn’t help but smile at that.

“You’re right,” I said, giving her a kiss. “I’m probably just overthinking it.”

“You can talk to me,” Kim reiterated. She gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze. It was odd that it was weird that my wife showed me affection like this. It was always debauched sexual stuff. I then felt guilty for even thinking that way.

“Yeah. I just want to get on with the day, honestly,” I said.

“Go wake Luna, then. That girl goes into hibernation anytime she hits the pillow,” Kim said, chuckling.

I felt kind of dirty talking like nothing was wrong. I still couldn’t help but feel a bit violated. Linda too, for that matter. She never asked for this to happen to her, for me to… suck… her cock. Linda did say she hoped for it, but perhaps under different circumstances. I wondered what she meant by that.

“Luna,” Kim reminded me.

“Right,” shaking it off before leaving the kitchen to go find her. I found Luna’s door open and peeked in. “Luna, time to wake up!”

I looked inside, seeing her sleeping form on the bed. A bear in hibernation indeed. I walked up to the bed, but instead of waking up, I sat down on the bed and sort of just sat there for a moment, alone with my thoughts for a bit.

But I did actually want to get on with my day. I looked over at her. Luna was wearing nothing but a black thong and her bra, but I didn’t feel bothered by that. We had always been quite comfortable around one another, and even more so lately I guess.

I then grabbed the blanket and quickly yanked it off the few parts that still covered her, making her roll on her side and grab for the blanket.

“Wake up, you lazy fuck!” I chuckled.

“Fuck off,” Luna murmured, rolling over, but I rolled her back. “Josh… get the fuck out.”

“That’s no way to talk to your brother,” I said, grabbing her pillow and yanking it from under her head.

“It sure the fuck is!” Luna complained, trying to get the pillow back. And by trying, I mean she launched herself forward and slammed her forehead into my chest. “Fuck!”

“You’re so dumb,” I said, ruffling her hair. She looked up at me, squinting at me through the morning sun, but then she broke out into a smile.

“I know I am, but what are you?” Luna said, and she playfully slammed her elbow into my ribs. “Get out, you fuck. I’m almost naked.”

“Don’t act like I haven’t seen it before,” I chuckled.

“True,” Luna said, getting up from bed.

I stayed seated for a moment, just watching her get dressed. I mean, it was still sort of early, and I was still half asleep, so I just halfway laid there against the wall. It was Luna’s bed, but it smelled pretty ataşehir escort nice. Feminine and sweet. Pleasant.

“I thought we were getting up,” Luna said, poking at my stomach with her finger.

“I’m up,” I said. “I’m just… enjoying the view,” I teased.

“Yuck,” Luna said, poking her tongue at me. “I want you to join me sledding. Linda and Kim got all the mule fun yesterday, so today I want you to be a darling big brother and sled with me, then drag me back up at full throttle.”

“You know what, Luna, I might be able to do just that!” I said as if she was asking me to run to the store.

Leaving Luna to get properly dressed, I headed to help Kim set the table for breakfast. Linda soon joined us, giving me an apologetic smile. In the light of a good morning, and with three pretty girls smiling and chatting, I felt my whole world lift up. I guess I had experienced a bit of melancholy, but I was starting to feel much better. Linda even leaned up to give me a quick peck on the cheek, which earned me an unreadable look from Kim.

“Wait, what happened last night?” Luna asked. “Did I miss out on something?”

“Don’t get so drunk and you won’t miss out on the fun,” Kim smiled.

“Fuck that,” Luna said, grabbing the OJ. She didn’t really pry other than that. She was a lot more interested in what to do today. The weather was just perfect, so it would be a shame not to use it.

“Luna wants to sled,” I said, looking at Kim. Kim then exchanged a look with Linda. Luna then looked between the two of them.

“Fuck you two, you fucked, didn’t you?” Luna said, then looked at me. “You okay with this?”

Linda and Kim at least had the decency to blush. Luna threw her hands in the air.

“I’m getting left out?” Luna complained. “Come on, Josh. Let’s go do some motherfucking sledding.” And thus she stormed off.

“Is it okay?” Kim asked me. “I mean, if we stay indoors a bit?”

“Sure,” I said, somewhat awkwardly.

“I might have to fuck your wife a bunch, to really teach her a lesson,” Linda said, playfully smacking Kim’s ass. Kim groaned, but her smile didn’t drop. She actually looked quite excited.

I couldn’t help but smile. As I headed outside, I thought to myself that I was perhaps just overreacting. If our first try on this lifestyle hadn’t been so botched, I think I’d be thrilled to see a girl like Linda top, mount, and dominate the shit out of Kim. Maybe even me… but I tried not to think too much about that as it was still something I was confused about.

I tried to shove Kim and Linda’s plans away as the thought of them was both highly arousing and equally concerning. I wanted to watch and I didn’t. But what better than to go outside and fuck around in the snow all day with my dear sister?

Greeting the wife her happy birthday, Luna and I went outside and immediately found the sleds. Luna quite aggressively dragged it over to the slope where we could ride down the hill to the lake. I had half a mind perhaps to google whether the lake was fishable. I’d never done any fishing in the winter like that. I think there was a name for it, but it escaped me.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Doesn’t feel too cool to be left out is all,” Luna said. “Though no offense, I don’t think I’d wanna join anyway if you were participating.”

“I get it,” I said.

“And you’re okay with Kim spending her birthday all day getting railed by your friend?” Luna asked. “That’s like the ultimate betrayal.”

“Luna…” I said.

“Fine, fine. I’m just saying,” she said. “I mean, we were supposed to come here and have fun and get wasted. Now they’ll stay inside and exclude us?”

“I don’t think that is really the case. I mean, it is, but I’m sure they will join us eventually. Kim just discovered Linda’s… prowess and I guess they might want to explore a bit,” I said, hardly believing I was defending what Kim was doing. Honestly, I did feel bad for Luna that something that was probably kinda my fault now made her feel excluded.

“Whatever,” Luna sighed. “You got your sled, and I got mine. You wanna see who gets to the bottom fastest?”

“Let’s do it,” I said.

Luna and I raced down the hill, laughing our heads off the entire way. Luna seemed to have her aerodynamics down, as she seemed to pick up speed. I’d thought weighing fifty pounds more than her would give me an advantage in a downhill race, but alas, I saw Luna haul ass down the hill. There was a slight turn, and Luna cut the corner easily as if she had never done anything but sledding in her life.

Then.

“OH SHIT!” I heard her yelp.

She tried to stop, but then lost control of her sled, flipping it over. It was a good thing the snow was so deep, as I was soon at her side.

“You okay?”

I then looked past the wreck that was Luna. Two kids, boy and a girl at probably like 10 and 11, had been in the way and Luna had barely missed them.

“Oh shit,” I said, jogging over to them. “You guys okay?”

“We’re fine,” ataşehir escort bayan the oldest girl said. “Sorry, we shouldn’t have been in the way.”

“Don’t worry about it. Luna should watch where she’s going,” I said, earning a look from Luna who was rubbing her elbow. “You guys staying at the other cabin up there?” I asked.

*

“Looks like Luna and Josh have gotten some new friends,” Linda mused, looking out the window. I went over to join her.

We remained inside, at least for now. Linda was sore from yesterday’s trip(and our nightly activities, I bet) while I hoped for more of it.

Luna and Josh come running up the hill with a kid on each of their sleds, both laughing hysterically. I spotted their parents not far off either, looking content that someone else was entertaining their kids, as they sat on a big blanket drinking something steaming.

“That is so cute,” Linda said almost lovingly, watching the two turn around and race down the slope again, the kids shrieking in excitement. “So what do you wanna do today?”

“I mean, we could join them outside,” I said. “Or we can stay inside and explore each other’s bodies a bit more.”

Linda slapped my ass hard.

“Naughty,” she said, moving in behind me to nibble at my earlobe. I never knew I liked that, but apparently, I did. “We got this nice cabin where it’s nice and warm. Why don’t you,” Linda spanked me again, “make yourself useful and go get naked for me?”

“Right here?” I asked, feeling suddenly out of breath.

“Oh yeah. I want you to bend over the breakfast table,” Linda said, making my whole body quiver.

I walked over to the table, feeling my cheeks burn with the idea that I was going to do this. We hadn’t even tidied up. The other two had already left their cereal bowls, milk cartons, and stuff out, and here I was, about to have Linda fuck the crap out of me.

I did as told, pushing the things I could reach aside, bent over as my robe was eagerly untied by Linda. I felt her rub the thick head of her cock along the crack of my ass a stroke or two before finding her way between those pert butt cheeks. It felt so thick, so big, but as Linda made sure I was ready by easing into me and circling her blunt head inside of me, there was only the incredible rush of lust.

“Come on then, slut,” she chuckled.

Both me and the table jolted and let out a groan in unison, feeling her big helmet fully pierce through my tight wetness.

“Yeah, you like that?” Linda said, pulling back before sliding further and further inside of me, stretching parts that had been untouched for a long while. “Being a cheating wife on your damn-near perfect husband? Naughty little girl!”

I bit into my fist, letting out an incoherent, yet desperate cry. This was all I needed. What a way to start my birthday. And what a birthday it was going to be!

“Ah, look at that slutty face,” Linda hissed. She then pushed my head down flat on the table before using it as leverage to properly pick up speed. Fuck. How did I even get into this?

Maybe it was because I couldn’t last long and was soon cumming over the table while my younger, feminine domme used me, filled me, and claimed my pussy as her personal playground. Linda closed her eyes to concentrate, it seemed like.

“You like that, ugh, tight married pussy?” I asked her. “Like fucking Josh’s wife?”

“Hell yes,” Linda grunted, furrowing her brow as if me teasing her like that triggered something.

But when she started to use me fully, instead of maintaining a brutal pace, Linda was focusing more on hard, slow strokes, really molding my body to her.

“Damn, you were made to be my slut,” she grunted. “Such a fucking whore for me.”

She then suddenly gripped my hair and wrenched my neck up before gripping my throat tightly and pounding hard for several minutes, before finally Linda stopped deep in me. I could feel her cock throb and grow even larger right against my cervix. I knew she was close. The close-by danger of Linda cumming inside of me was both terrifying and delightful.

I knew I should tell her to pull out, that I wasn’t on any contraceptives, but instead, I let her use me. I wanted her to. I was addicted to the way it felt, the way she held me. I wanted to feel Linda finish inside of me. Was this it? Would I seal my fate by letting Linda do irreversible damage to my womb?

“I’m gonna cum,” Linda grunted in my ear, her voice almost a snarl as she pulled my head back by my hair, sending a shiver throughout my body.

Suddenly, she shoved me forward, pulling out as I knowingly turned around. And just in time too, as a huge glob of warm sticky cum collided with my face. As the scolding hot substance was covering me all over, I shamefully regretted that it wasn’t inside of me. For one, to feel Linda finish inside of me would be amazing, but I guess that going off the pill made me more susceptible to such thoughts.

Luckily, it wasn’t something I had to deal with escort ataşehir right now as Linda held me still by my hair, holding me still as she aimed her big cock towards my face.

After quite some time, and plenty of ropes, she let go of my hair and took a step back.

“That was incredible,” she said, and she sounded out of breath.

“Yes, it was,” I said. “Can I have a kiss?”

“Of course,” Linda said, kissing my lips. Though, I had to admit that it was perhaps not with the same ferocity as when she kissed Josh. Maybe. Or maybe I was imagining things. Or maybe she was simply a bit spent, a prospect that made me sort of jittery. “You want a shower?”

“I think I might,” I said.

It surprised me that I didn’t feel more guilt. In fact, the lack of guilt made me feel even worse.

“Let’s shower together,” Linda said. “I wanna see that body.”

Linda was gentle in the shower. She washed me as if I was made of glass. Her hands were soft on my skin, and she paid attention to all the sensitive spots. I felt my whole body relax. I was tired after being used like that, but I was so happy that Linda was there with me. It was almost like I was floating. She even entered a finger inside me, licking my clit as she brought me easily over the edge before gently washing me off.

“That was wonderful,” I said, giving Linda a peck. “Linda, can I ask you something?”

Linda nodded. “Sure.”

“Do you love Josh?” I asked. I mean, I had seen the signs and the way she kissed him last night…

Linda blushed as there was a small pause. She was probably weighing her words, which in essence told me everything I needed to know.

“Everyone likes Josh,” she said.

“That’s not what I asked. I understand, Linda. I love him too,” I said, taking her face in my hands. “I mean, do you love him romantically?”

“Kim, you’re his wife,” Linda said, but her voice was weak and shaky, which was very unlike Linda.

“You don’t have to say yes or no,” I said.

I had a suspicion for a while now, but instead of feeling jealous or angry… well, I was jealous and I sensed… some danger too, but at the same time… I felt excited about it. It was hard to explain. I guess that was what Josh felt when I cheated on him. Would he cheat on me with Linda? Would he go so far? Would he really let her fuck him?

Something so naughty… so dangerous… I couldn’t help but grow excited at the thought.

Linda then leaned forward to give me a kiss, and I let her. It felt so wrong, yet so good. She was my husband’s best friend and I was cheating on him with her, but… she wanted him. I was certain.

“Do you think of him when we’re together?” I gasped between kisses. “Do you think of fucking him when you fuck me? Does he make your cock hard?”

Linda blushed even harder. For once it was Linda who was the shy one.

“Yes,” she whispered. “But I can’t… you’re his wife, Kim. He loves you. We can’t. It wouldn’t be right. And we’re friends. I don’t want to ruin that”

“But you want to, don’t you?” I asked.

Linda looked up at me. “Get down on your knees. I need to shut you up.”

“Did you enjoy him sucking your dick?” I said, getting down to obey my dear lover. “I can tell you, it’s hot as fuck.”

Linda groaned as she watched me take her in my mouth again. “Fuck…”

I took it as far as I could, thinking about how hot it was to see Josh suck her off, and then I bobbed my head up and down as fast as I could. I was just as horny as Linda was, and I was eager to how much I could please her before she exploded.

“Yes, that’s it, you whore,” Linda moaned. “Take it deep. Sure, I think about him. And when he looks at me railing you, I hope he gets a demonstration of what I can give him.”

I’d respond, but Linda put her hands on my head, making me choke on her cock. Visions of Linda topping Josh swam through my mind and I started fingering myself furiously. The idea of it made me so fucking wet.

“Ah, ah!” Linda exclaimed, pushing deeper, even when I protested, Linda showed her domineering character and pushed the top of my head down on the entire length of her cock. Linda didn’t give a single fuck and ignored my protest to basically throat fuck me. “There you go. That is what you get for taunting me, you bitch!”

Finally, she released me and I felt her pull out just in time to spray her warm, thick buttery load all over my face and mouth. God, it had become my second nature now, but I tried not to show how incredibly horny it made me feel. How fucking nasty and wrong and slutty it made me feel.

“Gah!” Linda moaned, squeezing out the last drops of her load all over me, each drop every bitter as it was pungent. Ropy and stringy in texture, thick in parts like barely melted butter. And warm. Linda’s genes. I shuttered.

For a while, all I could do was smile with my cum-filled mouth wide open and feel her cum dripping down my face, as she poured in more. And afterward, Linda even reached forward and collected some of her juices on her fingers, and fed it back to me. I sucked on her fingers greedily, cleaning her fingers of all the seed she had painted on me before she shoved her fingers deep into my mouth.

“I’m the one in charge,” Linda reminded me, making me quiver.

“Yes,” I whimpered, before sucking eagerly on her fingers.

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** This story contains several fetish themes: small penis humiliation, cuckolding, incest, cfnm. This may not be something you enjoy if these themes do not resonate with you. All characters are over 18. This is a work of fiction – some characters will have actions that would never work in real life. If you enjoy this story, please leave a comment and check out some of my other stories. **

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear. “Then… let’s stop pretending.” She was right–the idea of letting go and embracing this newfound openness was exhilarating.

“After all,” she smiled, “what could be more humiliating than having both of our daughters see your tiny, little pee pee get all worked up while watching your hot wife fuck a much bigger cock?”

“Maybe,” I admitted. “But it’s still… complicated.”

“Complicated?” Hope laughed. “You keep saying that, but it’s really not that complicated,” she mused. Hope’s eyes locked onto me as if she were trying to read my mind. Seconds later she let out a revelatory gasp like she had just figured out a puzzle.

“It really embarrasses you, doesn’t it?” She asked, her voice softer now, almost tender. “You’re afraid Grace and I won’t understand how complicated it is for you–the feelings it produces, the shame, the humiliation, and the arousal… It’s really only complicated for you, isn’t it?”

She was right–dead right. The flood of mixed emotions I felt wasn’t something I could easily explain, even to myself. The shame of my inadequacy, the humiliation of being exposed, how much I loved seeing my wife stretched out and filled with a large throbbing cock, the way she let herself enjoy it, even with me watching, the strange undeniable arousal that came with it–it was all so deeply personal. And now, my daughter was laying it all bare with a clarity that left me feeling more exposed than standing naked in her room.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “It’s… it’s complicated for me.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry, and nodded slowly.

Hope stepped closer placing her hand on my arm. “Daddy, it’s okay to feel that way. None of us will ever fully understand what it’s been like for you living with such a small penis. I’m not judging you – either of you, not now that I’ve seen it for myself. And that’s why Grace has to see it too.”

Charity’s hand found mine, her fingers intertwining with my own. “She’s right,” she said, her voice firm but gentle. “It’s time to stop all the secrets. We’re family. We should tell Grace. We should show her and we can all deal with this together.”

A quick glance at the clock on the wall showed it was not even 10:00 pm yet. I could’t believe how much had happened in the past few hours. Charity and I cleaned up, headed back to our room trying to shake off the lingering tension, while Hope texted Grace, arranging to pick her up on the way back from the game. Grace, as expected, was thrilled at the idea of a surprise visit from her sister, though she had no idea what she was walking into.

As I stepped into the shower, I could hear my wife talking to her friend. I am not sure what she said, but I know he agreed to it.

Ever since I was little, the shower was my prime place to relax, think, dream, and make decisions. Tonight, my mind was racing, the thought of my daughters knowing our secret was nothing I ever planned on. Over the years I’d wondered what they would do, how they would react. It’s the one secret fetich I never shared with my wife, the thought of my daughters knowing my dick was small, having our girls tease me. I even jerked off to the thought of them telling their friends.

My endorphins were flooding my brain, my dick fully erect. I dried off, slipped on some shorts, my little member tenting the thin fabric. I stepped out to find Hope and Charity talking on the sofa in our bedroom.

Charity was wearing her robe, and Hope had put her top back on. I walked in on a conversation that seemed like it should have gone quiet once I was in the room, but they just kept talking.

“No…I ataşehir escort feel it, Hope, it’s not like like that. It’s not bad, it’s just not enough.” Charity shared, obviously talking about me.

“But, like – don’t you get… stretched out by bigger cocks, I mean it seems like after awhile you just wouldn’t even feel it anymore.”

“Uhh,” My wife hesitated looking over at me, “Honestly… yeah, I don’t really feel him like I used to, at least not like a remember. I think I have been sort of ruined for your father. It’s still nice though, I like it, but, it’s a different kind of pleasure. It’s more of a feeling of ….” She paused searching for the right word. “Joy. I get a sense of joy knowing I can make him feel that good, but I’ll take oral over his dick any day. If that makes sense.” My wife smiled, “Now, I think we all need some sleep, tomorrow is a big day, and you have a couple of hours of driving to do.”

“Mom?… Do you have a toy I can try out? I don’t think I am going to be able to sleep all worked up like this.” Hope giggled, Pandora’s box had clearly been open. Charity rummaged around in our toy drawer and pulled out a dildo she bought because she said it was almost exactly like her friend’s cock, some lube, and a wand vibrator and sent her back to her room.

I laid in bed for a long time staring at the clock. Then I heard her, the faint whimpers and moans of Hope fucking herself trailed down the hall. We usually sleep with our door cracked open, a habit we started when the girls were little.

“Sounds like she’s enjoying it,” Charity chuckled. I rolled over, Charity was facing away from me. I reached for my bride, sliding my hand down her back gripping her thick ass.

“I can’t sleep.” I whispered, as I moved over grinding my hard dick against her thick butt. Charity rolled over facing me, and kissed me gently.

“This is really turning you on isn’t it?” She sighed. “I know we didn’t plan on this, but maybe it’s for the best. I mean… be honest with me, it kind of feels like we’ve been in a rut – not bad, just a little predictable.” I had to agree with her, as much as I enjoyed our secret life, it hadn’t given me that same thrill that it used to in a long time. In fact it had been a couple of months since I joined Charity and her friend in person, I just wasn’t that into it anymore. Charity knew it too, and had even suggested finding a new guy, going away to a swingers party out of town, or even telling her sister about our secret.

Hope let out a long exaggerated almost porn like squeal. “Sounds like her door is open. Why do you think she would do that?” I sat in silence. “She’s teasing you, Jason, she wants you to hear her. So, here’s what you’re going to do.” I could see her faintly in the darkened room as she talked, a sexy smile spread across her face.

“You’re going to take these shorts off, walk down the hall, and peak inside Hope’s room. You’re going to play with your little peepee while watching her. Then I want you to cum in your hand, and come back and show it to me.” She kissed me again. “Don’t you dare come back empty handed.”

Charity and I frequently played these kinds of sex games – various challenges and dares, but never involving our kids. My heart was racing, I couldn’t believe what she was encouraging me to do, and yet I didn’t have the willpower to fight it. She tugged at my shorts punctuating that it was a command not a choice. I slipped them off and rolled out of bed. My wife chuckling as she saw my hesitancy. Two words escaped her lips.

“Do it.”

I moved down the hallway with slow, deliberate steps, rolling my feet heel to toe like I was walking on glass. The floor felt cold beneath me, every creak a potential alarm. I kept my weight low, breathing shallow, trying not to make a sound. Each step was its own little mission: place, press, shift. I didn’t rush. I couldn’t. One wrong move, one careless step, and I’d be heard–or worse, seen. The hallway stretched ahead like a tunnel of tension, every shadow watching, every silence waiting to be broken.

Charity was right, Hope’s door was open, she never left her door open at night, this was intentional. Her room isn’t big, just enough space for her twin bed, nightstand, dresser, and a desk. Her bed up against the wall, if she was sitting up she’d be facing the door. It was brighter in her room than in the hall, she must have her nightstand lamp on. I finally made it to the doorway and held my breath as I looked inside. Now it was my turn to watch from the doorway.

Hope was lying on her bed, her young naked body glistening in the light. Her lamp was turned down low, her laptop perched beside her lamp added to the glow. There was just enough angle on the screen for me to see. Did she do it on purpose?

The video playing showed a chisled man with a large cock fucking a young woman. Hope had her headphones on. I let out a faint huff as she gripped her breasts. The bottle of lube tucked under her arm making it quick access as she needed more. Her hands coated in shiny liquid. Her legs spread as she struggled to work the large dildo inside her. She panted and sighed as she mastrubated to the porn, her hands too slick to firmly grasp the thick dong, rookie mistake.

I watched from the doorway, my hand toying my penis. Hope slid her other hand down to her clit circling her pea as she clumsily played with the thick toy. She was caught between lust and frustration – a look I was all to familiar with. She wiped her hands on her chest and legs, whimpering.

She grunted as she wrestled the dong, huffing like it personally offended her. With one hand she spread herself open, and with the other she attempted to shove the cyperskin cock inside her, stuffing it in inch by inch. Then loosing her grip it slipped down between her legs.

“Damn it!” she muttered, each word punctuated by a nostril huff. She snorted and blew a strand of hair out of her face, and then laughed under her breath–half amused, half exasperated. Her eyes were bright with the kind of sexual thrill I had experienced many times. Her defeat was sealed with a frustrated sigh and a crooked smile as she smacked the dildo on the bed. I was fixated on her body, lost in the scene unfolding.

“Daddy?” She whispered. Her eyes meeting my own, but I didn’t flinch.

“You can come in.” She giggled.

I stepped through the doorway, her eyes immediately trailing down to my tiny hard dick. “I like you like this, it’s just so cute.” She mused. “Maybe that should be a new rule, no more clothes for you when we’re at home.” She motioned me closer till I was right beside her bed.

“What are you doing?” She smiled.

“Just checking on you.”

“Oh, uh huh, makes sense, totally plausible.” She reached over wiping her slick hand around my soft bare flesh.. “But, since you’re here, can you help me out a bit?” She slid over and patted the bed. I sat on the edge. What was I doing?

“I can’t get a good hold. It’s so thick and long.” She sighed. “Her fingers were slick with lube, glistening in the dim light of her room. “And I think my hands are too slippery now. Can you help?” she pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation.

I reached for the dildo–the same one I had used on her mother hundreds of times before. It felt familiar in my hand, but this… this was different. I stared at it for a moment, I hadn’t really looked at it in years.

The dildo is so much bigger than my penis, sometimes it seemed like an unrealistic model a comically large phallus. But, then I rememebred it was nearly identical in length and girth to Charity’s friend. Hope’s fingers wrapped around my wrist, guiding me toward her desperate cunt. Her pussy was already glistening, her arousal evident as she spread her legs wider for me.

“Hope, I can’t… this is too far.” I babbled.

“It’s just a toy, Daddy. Just help me get it in… it’s just so big.”

I hesitated for only a moment before pressing the tip of the dildo against her entrance. She moaned softly, her hips lifting to meet it, and I slowly began to push it inside. The way she stretched around the thick toy sent a chill through my body, goose bumps rose on my arms.

“Oh, Daddy,” she gasped, her voice breathless as the dildo sank deeper. “That’s it… just like that.” Her hand tightened around my wrist, urging me to keep going. I obeyed, my dick throbbed as I worked the toy in and out of her. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, and I could feel her body trembling beneath me, and I knew Charity could hear it all.

“You’re so good at this,” she whispered, “I guess you have to be.” She grabbed my balls smiling and biting her lip. She didn’t jerk me, just held my balls and dick in her hand. I continued to pleasure her. She clenched around the dildo, her stomach quivered, and I knew she was close.

“Keep going,” Hope gasped, smilling as if finally scratching an itch that had been bothering her all day. “Oh, Daddy,” She sighed, releasing herself to my touch. She inhaled sharply and her eyes popped open, as if remembering something. “Please… do it like you do for mom. Make me cum.”

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Not when she was looking at me like that–like I was the only one who could give her what she needed. Fuck! I couldn’t believe how much she looked like Charity 20 years ago. But, if this had been her mother I’d been sucking her clit while fucking her with the dong. Is that what she wanted? And for a moment I thought about leaning in and taking her into my mouth. Instead, I held the vibrator to her clit and flicked it on.

“Jesus! Fuck me! God, Daddy!” She bucked clawing my leg, as her body convulsed with pleasure, I felt a strange sense of satisfaction. I had done that. Me. Her daddy.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she murmured.

“You can jerk your dickie if you want to Daddy. Go on, play with it.” She encouraged. I pinched my dick between my thumb and two fingers quickly tugging myself. “Oh my God, it’s so little you can’t even use your whole hand.” She snorted.

I was still sitting on the edge of her bed, my trembling fingers wrapped around my tiny cock, sliding the skin up and down over the head. It was awkward, as it always was when I tried to jerk off in a seated position–my short shaft made it nearly impossible to get a firm grip. But Hope didn’t seem to mind. She watched me with amusement.

“It’s so tiny, Daddy,” she said. “I just can’t get over it. It’s so cute.” She snorted and then reached over, her fingers lightly brushing against my balls. The touch was electric, and I gasped.

“So… do you shave it? Or What?” She snickered.

“Wax… I wax.” I grunted as I worked my dick slowing down, wanting the moment to last longer.

“It’s so smooth. Makes you look just like a little boy. Is that why you do it?” She teased, I didn’t answer.

“Stand up, Daddy,” she urged, her tone soft but commanding. I stood up, she through her legs to the side of the bed, she grabbed my hips placing me between her legs. “Cum on my boobs.” She commanded lifting them up. My hand moving faster, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I worked myself under her watchful gaze.

Her eyes never left me, and I could feel the heat of her stare. “You really are an amazing Dad,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “Such a good husband, letting Mom have her fun, even though you can’t satisfy her.”

I felt myself teetering on the edge, my body trembling with the effort to hold back. But I didn’t want to stop–not yet. Not while she was watching me like this.

“That’s it, Daddy,” she cooed. “Just let it happen. Cum on me.” I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body tensed, and I came with a soft moan, my tiny cock twitching in my hand as I erupted over her breasts.

Hope laughed softly, “Good job, Daddy,” she said. “Now, maybe we can both get some sleep.” She reached over to grab some tissues and I stopped her.

“I’ve got it.” I scooped as much of my cum off her chest as I could and made my way back to Charity, my hand covered in cum.

“That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” She giggled. “Now… go wash your hands and let’s get some sleep.”

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Lauren and Kelsie woke up on Saturday both desperate to poop and pee. They got on the phone immediately and started talking through their desperate urges. The timing had been worked out again, and Kelsie was holding her bowels three days, Lauren holding four. They planned on doing a holding scenario where they were college students who woke up late for lectures, barely had a chance to pee, and had to endure the day with full bowels. The same setup from the airplane scenario was used to provide realism, with tables next to chairs to support iPads.

“Lauren, I’ve gotta shit so badly. I don’t know how I’m going to last through our lecture.”

“Same here, we just don’t have any time, and this is a super important class, we can’t miss this lecture. We’ll just have to hold it in until we can get out of the lecture. We should be able to go before the second one.”

“I hope so, otherwise I might not make it.”

“Me neither. We just need to hope for the best.”

The two young women walked around the house on video chat simulating the walk to class, both grunting every so often as their bowels tried to empty in their panties.

When they reached class, they sat in their seats and tried to get comfortable, but it was hard with their bowels so full. Each felt like they would start prairie dogging soon, and neither knew if they could make it through class with clean panties.

As the minutes went by, Lauren and Kelsie only got more desperate. At one point, Kelsie turned to Lauren and whispered, “I gotta go! My asshole keeps opening, and I keep having to squeeze the shit back inside. It’s so bad, I don’t know if I can hold it much longer!”

“Damn, me too, it keeps pushing on the inside of my anus, it feels so big, and there’s a ton of pressure. I just hope we can make it to the end of class!”

After nearly an hour, Lauren and Kelsie were much worse off. Both were turtleheading, both desperately sucking their bowel movements back in with some accompanying grunts and groans, hoping no one would notice their desperation. They had to make it to the bathroom after this lecture, otherwise they would likely both unload Bayan Escort their massive shits in their panties.

With a few minutes left of the 90-minute lecture, Lauren and Kelsie were in bad shape. They were regularly grunting together with the effort of holding their loads in their bowels. Lauren spoke first this time saying, “I can’t remember the last time I had to take a shit this badly. I’m constantly prairie dogging now, it just doesn’t want to stay in my rectum. We’ll have to move slowly to get to the bathroom without losing it.”

“I agree. If I move too fast, it’s all over, and I’ll take a giant shit in my panties.”

They slowly got up together careful not to let themselves relax, getting on video chat for the walk to the bathroom and relief of their aching bowels. When they turned the corner to the bathroom, Kelsie groaned, and Lauren acknowledged why. “A line. Damnit, I don’t know that we’ll have time before next lecture to go. I guess we just get in line and hope for the best?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Kelsie said with a grunt, “I’m not overly optimistic.”

After a few minutes of squirming in line, Lauren and Kelsie realized they’d be late for second lecture if they kept waiting. Groaning with the desperation and the frustration at having been denied relief, they walked quickly to their next class and sat down extremely uncomfortable and unsure how much longer they could wait.

This lecture was supposed to be an hour, though the professor was known to be verbose, and sometimes went over by a few minutes. Half an hour in, Lauren looked at Kelsie and said, “I don’t know if I can wait. I’m prairie dogging again, and it’s getting extremely difficult to suck it back in. I hope we can get out of here on time.”

“Yeah, maybe then we can finally find a bathroom and poop, if we make it that far.” She grunted with the effort of holding, and Lauren knew Kelsie was in trouble just like she was. As the second half of the lecture went on, Lauren and Kelsie were grunting and groaning on camera for each other, sitting in their seats desperate to poop. When class was supposed to end at Escort the top of the hour it did not, as the professor was still rambling for a few more minutes. “Kelsie turned to Lauren and said, “One more lecture, I hope there’s no line at the bathroom or I’m seriously going to shit my pants.”

“Same. Just be ready to move so we can beat the line.”

They both made a show of carefully putting books away, and moved to the edge of their seats, ready to make a break for the door as much as their overloaded bowels would allow. When the professor dismissed everyone, Lauren and Kelsie got up and walked out quickly, each straining to keep from loading their panties as they briskly moved to the bathroom. Lauren arrived first and pushed the door, but it wouldn’t open. She nearly started crying, “Oh God, it’s locked! I can’t hold it much longer! What now??”

“I have no idea; do we look for another bathroom?”

“No time, next lecture starts in less than ten minutes. We just need to hold it and hope we can make it back to the dorm.” But neither one really believed they’d make it back without loading their panties.

They arrived at the final lecture, also an hour, and very uncomfortably got in their seats, both struggling badly to contain their massive bowel movements. As the lecture began, Lauren grunted a little more loudly than usual, and Kelsie turned to see Lauren stick a hand behind her ass. A minute later the hand returned to her belly. To Kelsie’s inquisitive look, Lauren said, “I just had to reach back there and push the poop back inside with a couple fingers. I’m not sure I’ll make it out of this room without filling my panties.” She was clearly in bad shape, but so was Kelsie. Her poop started prairie dogging again, and she started grunting with the effort of holding it in. By half an hour into the lecture, Lauren and Kelsie were prairie dogging again and looked at each other with a pained expression of intense desperation. Kelsie said with a groan, “I can’t hold it, I’m shitting myself.”

“Me too,” Lauren said with a grunt of her own, “it’s touching cloth, and I can’t keep it in.”

Both Ankara Eskort quietly grunted with the effort of still attempting to hold on for the next several minutes, but at nearly 45 minutes into the lecture, even their seats weren’t providing enough resistance to keep their massive loads in their bowels. They kept quietly grunting as thick log after thick log loaded their panties, trying not to draw any unnecessary attention to themselves as they both filled their panties with days of accumulated poop.

When they were done, both looked relieved, and as long as the smell didn’t give them away, they could possibly escape class without being noticed. They agreed to simply go back to the dorm and clean up in the toilets there. It was then that Kelsie had a realization. “Lauren, I need to pee really badly. Think I should wait until we get back?”

“I do too, so yes.”

They walked back to the dorms together, trying not to draw attention to their pooped pants or the desperate walk they were doing to keep their full bladders in check. On returning, they didn’t immediately clean up either. They got on screen for each other, enjoying their full bladders for a while longer with their loads sensually lodged between their asses. After less than an hour, both were too desperate to hold their pee, so they went to the bathroom intending to each sit on the toilet and relieve their bursting bladders. On getting into the bathroom though, all stalls were taken, and Lauren and Kelsie were forced to wait longer, which was what finally did them in. As they stood there in line in their messy pants, pee dancing like crazy, Lauren lost her bladder in her pants and on the floor, followed seconds later by Kelsie. They went back to their rooms to masturbate on camera in their messes. After they both cleaned up, there was a follow-up conversation which Lauren had been wanting to ask for some months now since they first met on the west coast. “Kelsie, I don’t know how to ask this, so I’m just going to be direct and hope for the best.” She paused, and Kelsie almost looked like she knew what was coming, putting Lauren briefly at ease. “Would you be willing to move out here to live with me?”

“Is this an actual relationship now? Am I more than just a friend?”

“Yes, that’s been my view of you for a while now. Am I way off?”

“No,” Kelsie said, “you’re not. And yes, I’d be happy to move in with you!”

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This is pure fantasy and 100 % fiction. All characters are over 18. None of them has any connection with any known medical practitioner or other living person. None of the scenes or descriptions are remotely authentic from a medical perspective.

The Consultation

My name is Professor Michael Spencer. I specialise in the treatment of Marital anyone convicted of doing so risks a procedure known as de-libidinisation, resulting the complete loss of libido or sex drive. Very few people risk that.

My clinics are full of couples wanting to marry or cohabit, have sex, and have children. They usually attend as a couple and I see them together in my surgery.

Helga and Johan are typical of many of the young patients who are referred to me for pre-assessment.

I begin my consultations by asking the couple why they’ve come to see me. This may seem obvious but it’s revealing who answers and how they answer. Helga tells me they’ve been seeing each other for six months, which is the minimum time for a referral. They desperately want to have sex. They’ve done some petting and are fearful that one day things might get out of control. Even petting could land them in big trouble if the authorities were to find out. That isn’t as remote as it might sound; females – and any man they are with – can be arrested by what are known as IROs (Illicit Relations Officers) and taken to Inspection Centres where they’re stripped and examined for signs of having had sexual intercourse.

Helga and Johan look like a healthy young couple. After scanning their medical histories there doesn’t appear to be anything that would make them ineligible for a Permit, if that is what they want.

I explain that I will need to examine them both and ask who would like to be first. Helga says she would and I ask her to undress down to just her panties. I check her pulse, blood-pressure, glands, oral health, abdomen and general appearance. Then I take her measurements; height, weight, bust, waist and hips. I palpate her breasts, and check for any irregularity of shape or discharge from her nipples. All is as it should be.

Once I’m satisfied that she is in generally good health I lower her panties and ask her to step out of them. Like so many of my young female patients Helga is a little shy at being seen naked by an older man. I help her up into my examination chair, and lift her ankles into the stirrups.

“I want you to see this,” I say to Johan, beckoning him to stand by my side. “If you’re to have an intimate relations with one another there should be no secrets”.

With Helga settled in the chair, I begin my examination. I’m pleased with what I see. A normal, healthy young vulva, a light growth of pubic hair, and nicely pigmented, moist, labia majora.

At this point in any of my examinations with a partner present, things can become interesting. It may or may not be the first time Johan has seen Helga’s vulva, but it’s obvious he’s aroused by it.

I begin with an anatomy lesson, pointing out the typical female shape of Helga’s pubic hair, an inverted triangle with pubic hair on both labia. The density is about average, neither thick nor sparse. Then, using a specially designed caliper, I measure what gynaecologists call the AGD (the distance between the anus and the posterior fourchette) and the AGDAF (between the anus and anterior fourchette or clitoris). Helga’s AGDAF is on the small side, an indication that she may have a smaller than average vagina.

I record all my findings on tape and give a commentary as I go along. I carefully separate the folds of her vulva, and point out to Johan the prepuce (clitoral hood), the clitoris itself, the labia majora and labia minora, the urethra and the vaginal introitus (opening). Then, for his later benefit, I explain how premature contact with the clitoris can be painful for a woman and that he should wait for Helga to tell him when she’s ready for that. “You’ll be best able to gauge her arousal by how moist her vulva feels. Good sex requires you to communicate with one another.”

For the next stage of my examination I require the correct sized vaginal speculum. This is an instrument that can cause great discomfort to a woman if used clumsily. In the hands of a skilled clinician she should hardly feel its insertion; in unskilled hands it can be excruciating for her.

Based on the measurements I took earlier I select one of my smaller speculums, turn it so the duck-like beak is in a vertical plane, and gently prise the vulva apart to expose Helga’s introitus. I can see that even the smaller speculum is going to be uncomfortable for her and select a cone-shaped instrument that will enable me to gauge the best size. Having done that, hoping it will be deep enough, I decide on a paediatric speculum specially designed for virgins, and used mostly by paediatricians; Helga has an extremely tight opening that Ankara escort bayan is obstructed by her hymenal membrane.

For anyone who hasn’t seen a vaginal speculum, they’re used by clinicians to examine the inside of the vagina and the cervix, through which sperm have to pass if they are to reach the uterus and be able to fertilise an egg.

Once the speculum has been inserted, the clinician turns a small screw, causing the blades to open and reveal the walls of the vagina.

In Helga’s case the membrane made it difficult to insert even a mid-range paediatric speculum. Experienced clinicians watch their patients face for any reaction as they proceed. I could see Helga was experiencing pain, but in her case this was unavoidable. “The worst will soon be over,” I told her as I one of my smallest instrument through her tiny opening.

Even with the lubricant I’d applied before starting the procedure it was difficult to pass the it through the introitus, but once I’d done that it slipped in smoothly.

“There…,” I remarked. “It’s in… now I’ll gently open you up and take a look inside. Tell me if it’s uncomfortable for you and I’ll stop immediately.”

Throughout the procedure Johan stood at my side, watching intently. Several times he surreptitiously adjusted his trousers at the front, a sure sign he was growing an erection.

One of the things I always have to do is what I call ‘the fragrance test’. In Helga’s case I observed that she smelled fresh, a little briny, with a hint of pepper. This is a common way of describing the scent of a healthy young vagina, although it can vary a lot depending on where a patient is in her monthly cycle. Helga had already told me she was twelve days past the end of her last period. This was confirmed by her slippery vaginal discharge, resembling egg-white. She was ovulating. Her vaginal temperature was 37.0 degrees centigrade.

With the speculum fully inserted into Helga’s vagina I began to open the blades. Proceeding very slowly to a diameter of 2.0 cms I felt resistance and noticed her wince. “Is it too much,” I asked.

“No… carry on Professor… it is a little uncomfortable but I’m okay.”

I continued. Watching her face I knew it was hurting, but she said nothing until at a little over 2.8 cms she asked me to stop; which of course I did, immediately.

It was tight but just enough for me to see what I needed to see. I find it easiest to use a LED head-worn vaginal illuminator for my work, and switched it on. Adjusting my position slightly I was able to see inside Helga’s vagina and continued my commentary:

“A healthy, moist, young vagina (accessed using a 17mm x 65mm paediatric ‘virgin’s’ speculum) made difficult to examine due to the patient having thick strands of hymenal tissue across a child-like introitus. Good pigmentation and well formed rugae throughout.

The speculum used was of insufficient length to reveal the cervix, which could only be examined using an endoscopic probe. Vaginal depth 8.5 cms. Cervix healthy and Os plainly visible. Bartholins and Skenes glands present and active. “

I explained to Johan that the vaginal rugae are tiny corrugations along the vaginal walls which help retain moisture and allow the circumference and length of the vagina to stretch to accommodate a penis. The Bartholins and Skenes glands are activated when the female becomes sexually aroused. They produce the lubrication needed before intercourse can take place. The corrugated rugae also add to the sensations felt by the male, as the head of his penis slides in and out of his partner’s vagina.

‘How would it be if Johan could see for himself Helga?”

‘Of course Professor… we should have no secrets.”

I stood up and handed Johan my head-lamp. After he’d donned a pair of surgical gloves he took my place.

“One of the many wonderful things about the vagina Johan, is how it keeps itself healthy. It’s designed not just for pleasure, but as a means of receiving and transporting sperms to where they’re needed and, as if that weren’t wonderful enough, it acts as the passageway for the as yet unborn infant to emerge into the world.

Now, if you insert your finger inside for a moment and then take it out, you’ll be able to feel the slipperiness of Helga’s vaginal fluids. Amazingly they’re at their slipperiest when she’s most likely to conceive; when she’s ovulating, as she is now. It’s as if the vagina is readying itself for sexual intercourse, by making itself easier for the man to penetrate. It’s also the time of the month when the female is most likely to conceive; and when her libido is at its peak.

Now, my examination has revealed things that we’ll need to do something about before you marry. I haven’t examined you yet Johan but the average erect male penis is a fraction over 15 cms and the average diameter of an erect Escort Bayan Ankara penis is approximately 4 cms. Helga’s vaginal measurements are a mere 2.8 cms in diameter and 9 cms deep. Those are a very big disparities, that we’ll need to do something about. It’s almost certain that if the two of you were to have intercourse now you would damage her.

I closed the blades and gently removed the instrument from Helga’s vagina. After wiping it dry I put it aside to be sterilised, ready for when I next needed it; although it was rare to have to use a paediatric speculum on an adult female.

“You can get down from the chair now,” I told her “but I don’t want you to get dressed yet. Just wear this gown please.” I handed her a disposable gown and showed her how to put it on, with the ties at the front.

“Now it’s your turn to undress Johan,” I told him. Johan undressed hesitantly. “Don’t worry…it’s perfectly normal for you to feel aroused. In fact it would be unusual if you weren’t. I’m sure Helga will understand.”

As he removed his underwear I saw immediately that Johan’s partially erect penis was well above average in size. Once he was on the examination couch his erection subsided and I was able to proceed with all the usual health checks and measurements, before declaring him fully fit.

“Now then.. there are two more things before we all sit down and decide the best way forward. I need to test a semen sample, and I need your penile measurements Johan: taken when your penis is fully erect. I’m hoping Helga will be able to help with all of that! Oh… and Helga, if you’re able to have an orgasm as well that would be helpful to me.”

I went on, “You won’t want me watching you both so I’ll pull the curtains around and leave you to it. Take as long as you like. You can produce the specimen however you want so long as you don’t have full intercourse. Oh… and it’s best if the semen isn’t contaminated with saliva or vaginal secretions.

Here’s a tape measure for Johan’s penis. Helga, you must measure the penile circumference and its length, from here to here I said, picking up a model of the erect male organ and showing her.”

“Now I’ll leave you to it. I’ll be in the next room. ” I pointed to a bell on the wall beside the examination couch and said, “Ring the Bell as soon as you’re finished please. I need to make further observations on both of you, post-coitus, though you won’t actually be having coitus of course.”

Helga and Johan looked delighted by the task I’d set them.

I left the room, closed the door, and turned over the sign that read ‘Do Not Enter – Sexual Activity in Progress’.

Before each consultation my patients sign a consent to video-recording. I watch from the adjoining room. This isn’t voyeuristic. Some couples finish quickly and some can take quite a time. It helps to know the reason for this before deciding on any ongoing treatment. In Helga and Johan’s case, this could be important.

Watching on the video screen I saw Helga remove the gown and approach Johan, who was still on his back on the examination couch. I saw immediately that although he had a near full erection, of impressive proportions, his prepuce (foreskin) still covered most of the glans penis.

Helga and Johan were very ill matched size-wise. They would make an interesting case study for my students. I might even submit an article to one of the medical publications; perhaps the Journal of Sexual Health, where most of my other papers had appeared. It would depend how much I could help them achieve normal sexual relations, and that remained to be seen.

While I updated my notes on the consultation I watched them on the screen and was pleased to observe very little hesitation or embarrassment. After stroking Johan’s penis until the head was fully exposed Helga reached for the tape and called out the measurements. ” 19.5 and 14.2, ” she said to Johan (approximately 7.5 inches and 5.6 inches). I jotted the measurements down. Johan’s penis wasn’t the biggest I’d encountered, but it was impressive all the same. It was thick and long. The discrepancy between the size of his penis and the capacity of Helga’s vagina was much greater than I was expecting, and they would need help with that. I’d also noted that the Glans Penis – the strawberry-like tip of his organ – was particularly protuberant.

I settled down to watch them perform. Helga had climbed onto the couch and was straddling Johan with her vulva poised over his face and her hands on his erection. She’d placed the tray to one side, ready to collect his semen when the time came to do so.

Johan was holding her by the hips, pulling her down so he could use his tongue between her folds. I doubted it was the first time they’d done that.

Listening to them they had a good rapport; he telling her what he wanted and she responding, Bayan Escort Ankara eagerly I thought. At one point her nipples were in contact with the hair on his chest and she remarked on how horny that made her feel. He lifted his hips and I heard him say, “Kiss my cock.”

They took their time but I sensed no difficulty between them; each giving and receiving pleasure as they played together. When Johan made direct contact with Helga’s clitoris she asked him to stop. “It’s too much… ” she gasped. “I want you to come first… then I’ll have collected your semen and can concentrate on myself.”

Soon after that I heard Johan moan and watched Helga grab for the tray. A moment later he began to ejaculate. Helga, having little or no experience of such things, missed the first two spurts, which hit her face and breasts, but the rest she managed to catch. With her tasks successfully completed, and semen running down her front, she settled down to enjoy herself, leaning forward and tasting the ejaculate that was still oozing from the head of Johan’s softening penis.

Arching her back and sticking out her chest she massaged some of the semen into her nipples. That seemed to do it. She cried out as her orgasm came on, wave after wave by the look of things. I continued watching as they recovered their composure and Helga got down from the examination table. Then they rang for me to rejoin them.

Back in my surgery I found them standing side by side, still naked, and holding hands. Helga passed me the tray with Johan’s semen and I prepared a slide for viewing under the microscope so that I could check its potency.

I checked Helga’s raised post-coital vaginal temperature and took a swab of her vaginal secretions.

Helga and Johan cleaned themselves up and got dressed while I examined the samples I’d just collected.

I was pleased to confirm a high semen count with excellent motility. Both Helga and Johan expressed delight at this and were fascinated by how active the sperm were when they looked at them under my microscope. The sample of vaginal secretions showed no abnormalities and had an optimal pH reading of 4.5. Both my young patients were in peak health. There was no evidence of vaginismus or any of the other problems I sometimes encounter. They were a lusty couple, eager for sex, but mismatched. I could help with that.

With the examinations and tests all completed we sat down together to discuss my findings and how best to proceed. I find it’s often best to give bad news first and to follow it with positive suggestions for management.

“There’s very good news and there’s less good news,” I told them. “You’re a healthy young couple and should have no difficulty starting a family when you’re ready for that. I shall have no hesitation issuing the necessary Permit, but there is one thing we need to address before I can do that.

As a couple you have a condition we clinicians call genital disparity or(GD); and it’s quite marked. Measured in clinical terms you have a GD ratio of 2.5 : 1; in other words the volume of Johan’s erect penis is two and a half times greater than your vagina can presently accommodate without tearing, Helga. That’s a problem but it shouldn’t be insurmountable. There are ways I can help.

To start with there’s the option of a hymenectomy; that’s the surgical removal of Helga’s hymen (the membrane that occludes the vaginal introitus). That’s a very simple procedure, carried out under local anaesthetic, that I can do any time you choose. I want you to think about it Helga, and talk it through with Johan when you’ve heard all I have to say. It’s not essential, but it will make penetration less painful. On the other hand, I find some couples favour what I can describe as a ‘leaving it to nature’ approach, if you follow me. It’s very much a personal choice, and I don’t need you to make a decision yet. Some young women feel the pain of having the hymen broken or stretched during intercourse is a pain worth bearing; it’s normal and they see it as a mark of their commitment.

Dispensing with the hymen won’t address your genital disparity. For that I recommend Helga has a course of specially formulated hormone injections; these are given at weekly intervals for three months. The downside is that the injections have to be administered to the labia, clitoris, around the vaginal openings and inside the vagina itself. They can be painful; especially the ones to the clitoris. But they are highly successful and within six months, with the other treatments I shall recommend, I’m hopeful your problem will have been fully resolved.

It isn’t all bad news though. The hormone injections work best if the recipient is sexually aroused. While the course is ongoing you can pet and play together as often as you wish. The more sex you have, or the more Helga masturbates, the more the injections will help her. The only thing you mustn’t do is attempt penetrative sex.

I’d also recommend adjuvant treatment using a graded set of vaginal dilators. I can make a referral to a specialist in Dilation Therapy and he’ll instruct you both in their use; Johan will be able to help with that if you want him to Helga. How does that sound?”

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Es war vor langer Zeit. Damals war ich auf einer Fete, so nannte man damals Geburtstagsfeiern eingeladen. Klar ging man hin, wenn ein Freund Geburtstag hat. Er und seine Partnerin hatten einen guten Raum organisiert in dem alles da war was man brauchte, keine Nachbarn in der Nähe die sich über Lärm beschweren würden. Rappel voll war es zu Anfang, praktisch alle kannte man: Freunde, Bekannte, Geschwister, usw.

Klar schaute man sich die Frauen an, auch wenn man sie schon oft gesehen hatte, auch wenn kein überraschend fesselnder Aspekt den Blick magisch anzog. Eine Ausnahme gab es schon, die Partnerin des Geburtstagskindes. Diese zeigte sich an diesem Abend in einem völlig ungewohnten Outfit. Eine knallenge, schwarze, glänzende Lederhose modellierte ihre Beine und ihren Po. Ja man meinte gar, dass sie den Schritt im Detail modellierte. Ja ich gebe zu da schaute ich immer wieder hin. Die Schuhe dazu hatten ungewohnte Absätze, ließen somit die Beine, den Gang, die ganze Haltung viel erotischer als gewohnt wirken. Die grüne Bluse war völlig transparent, jedoch verwehrte ein trägerloses, schwarzes Satin-Shirt darunter tiefere Einblicke. Und ihre kräftige Oberweite wirkte in der Kombination sehr anziehend.

Nun der Abend entwickelte sich so wie es damals üblich war. Man aß, man trank und man tanzte. Hier war weder Standard- noch Latein angesagt, nicht einmal Discofox. Nein entweder zappelte man voreinander oder man tanzte Klammerblues. Hier tanzte jeder mit jedem, es war völlig normal Ankara escort so kreuz und Quer auch eng zu tanzen. Der Abend wurde später, oder sagen wir es wurde Morgen, einige waren schließlich schon weg.

Klar drückte man beim Blues die Frauen eng an sich, klar legte man die Hände – wenn man durfte auf den Po und knetete diesen. Es war nicht ungewöhnlich, man sah es in den verschiedensten Kombinationen. Es mag etwas verrückt klingen. Ich tanzte mit einer Frau, drückte sie an mich, da wurde mein Blick von einem anderen Paar gefangen. Die Gastgeberin tanzte, tanzte eng mit einem Mann. Ich sah wie er sie eng an sich drückte, sah seine Hände auf ihrem Po, sah sie den Po massieren durch das stramme Leder.

Warum fesselte mich der Anblick? Warum drückte ich daraufhin meine Tanzpartnerin noch enger an mich? Es war doch so offensichtlich das sie an diesem Abend herausragend sexy wirkte, das viele nach ihr schauten. Hier war es jedoch der Mann der mit Andrea¹ so tanzte. Das er so mit ihr tanzte war doch ein Tabu.

Ich beobachtete weiter, ich schaute mich um. Woran macht man es fest, woran erkennt man es? Mit einmal war ich mir sicher ihr Freund hatte die beiden auch beobachtet. Die Fantasie einmal beflügelt, beobachtet man weiter – ihr hättet sicher auch weiter geschaut, ob da wirklich am Tabu gewackelt wurde. Andrea saß nun auf einem Stuhl am Rande der Tanzfläche. Ihr Tanzpartner nun neben ihr. Intensiv redeten die beiden miteinander. Was Escort Ankara war jedoch das, seine Hand strich fasziniert – so sah es für mich aus – über Andreas Leder umspannten Oberschenkel. Bewegte sich die Hand da nicht viel zu hoch, viel zu hoch zwischen ihre Schenkel. Beobachte Ihr Freund das nicht auch? Der hatte doch gerade in ihre Richtung geschaut?

Einmal aufmerksam, beobachtet man weiter. Der Blick ändert sich, nimmt Details war. Erneut tanzen sie viel zu intensiv, wenn man bedenkt wie sie zueinander stehen. Wieder nehme ich wahr, dass ihr Freund das eigentlich sehen muss.

Auf einmal ist sie verschwunden. Als sie wieder auftaucht bin ich völlig überrascht. Damals schien es mir ganz schön heftig. Sie hatte das Satin-Shirt ausgezogen. Deutlich sah man durch die sehr transparente Bluse ihren schwarzen Spitzen BH mit den dicken Tüten. Waren es meine Gedanken, oder . . .

Sie ging direkt zu ihm, redete wieder mit ihm. Wieder lag seine Hand auf der Lederhose, rieb über den Oberschenkel. War die Hand da nicht sogar im Schritt? Wieder tanzten sie. So hatte ich auch schon mit Frauen getanzt, mit Frauen die ich später intensiv verwöhnte. Was geschah da. Ein Kontrollblick zeigte mir immer ihr Freund sah das auch. Sah ich Gespenster? Ging meine Fantasie mit mir durch? Vielleicht hatte es ja auch gar nichts zu sagen, vielleicht war es ja wirklich nur eine ungeschickte Bewegung gewesen, als er später neben ihr saß und seine Hand direkt in ihrem Escort Bayan schritt lag. War es nur meine Interpretation dass er ihre Muschi massiert hatte? Das durfte er doch nie und nimmer tun.

Meine männliche Fantasie war nun einmal angeregt. Meine Interpretation hatte sich eingerichtet. Folglich nahm ich es so war, dass die beiden, die nie und nimmer miteinander, viel später gemeinsam den Raum verließen. Das war Arm in Arm, das war doch eindeutig so! Meine Fantasie spielte Purzelbäume. Sollte ich spannen?

Ich wartete lang. Als Andre zurück kam verschluckte ich mich an meinem Bier. Den Anblick werde ich wohl nie vergessen, den Huster auch nicht. Jetzt war auch der BH weg, ihre dicken Dinger schwangen frei unter der so transparenten Bluse. Wo war der Mann? Sie war jetzt alleine, ging auf ihren Freund zu. Ich zumindest verfolgte starr wie ihre Dinger hüpften. Ihr Freund stand an der Theke, sah sie sicher auch so auf sich zukommen. Sie umarmte ihn, küsste ihn.

Minuten später, Andrea und ihr Freund hatten ihren langen Zungenkuss längst beendet kam er erst wieder zurück. Vielleicht war es nur meine Fantasie, doch die beiden tanzten sogleich wieder wie… ja wie ein Paar. wenn die beiden getrennt voreinander tanzten, dann bot Andrea mit ihren ungebundenen Dingern nun ein Wahnsinns-Schauspiel. Wenn sie eng tanzten, dann die eines intimen Paares.

Einmal gar, die beiden standen in einer dunklen Ecke, da meinte ich wahrzunehmen es sie hätten sich geküsst. So geküsst wie es Liebende in ihrer Leidenschaft tun, nie aber diese beiden sollten.

Aus der Distanz frage ich mich natürlich, was war wirklich. Was war meine Fantasie, gab es einen Tabu-Bruch? Wie auch immer das Bild im Kopf ist sehr, sehr, sehr intensiv. Sicher hat es Auswirkungen bis heute.

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Vor zwei Monaten war Caro aus dem Urlaub zurückgekehrt.

Nur um direkt danach zu erfahren, dass ihr Arbeitgeber sie, zwecks Aufbau einer weiteren Niederlassung, in ein anderes Bundesland versetzte.

Gottseidank hatte Kris auf die Schnelle noch in derselben Stadt einen Studienplatz ergattern können, so dass sie nicht zwei Mieten zahlen musste.

Ein Vorteil des neuen Postens war die bessere Bezahlung, ein anderer, dass ihr ein firmeneigenes Haus zur Miete überlassen wurde. Zwar ein wenig abseits und einsam am Stadtrand gelegen, aber das machte weder ihr, noch ihrem Sohn etwas aus.

Einer der Nachteile war allerdings, dass sie ihre gesamten Freunde zurücklassen mussten. Auch mit Ruth und Lars konnten sie, aufgrund der Entfernung, nur noch telefonisch Kontakt halten.

Was natürlich schade war, denn eigentlich hatten sie geplant, mit ihnen die Erlebnisse des gemeinsamen Urlaubs ab und zu nochmal Revue passieren zu lassen. Sprich: Caro hatte auch weiterhin mit Lars vögeln und Kris mit Ruth bumsen wollen.

Naja, egal, Hauptsache war schliesslich erstmal, sie fühlten sich wohl an ihrem neuen Wohnort und die Arbeits- und Studienkollegen waren nett.

Und zur Befriedigung von Caros gerade erwachter Gier auf junge Schwänze und Kris neu erworbener Lust auf reife Mösen, würde sich, früher oder später, auch schon noch jemand passendes finden.

Wie schnell das allerdings gehen sollte, ahnten weder Mutter noch Sohn.

Die Dinge kamen ins Rollen, als Kris seine Mutter eines Abends abholen musste.

Sie hatte ein Firmenmeeting gehabt und war danach noch mit einer befreundeten Arbeitskollegin etwas trinken gegangen.

Kaum stieg sie zu ihm ins Auto, merkte der junge Mann schon, dass sie nicht nur Wasser getrunken hatte. Seine Mutter grinste ein wenig dümmlich und lallte leicht.

“Und, wie wars?”

“Lustich… Hab ihrn Freund kenngelernt… Du, der iss bestmmt fünfzehn Jahre jünga..!”

Und dann musste Kris sich auf der Rückfahrt die ganze Zeit über einen Monolog anhören, wie sehr Caro es vermisste, einen jungen Pint zwischen ihren Beinen zu haben, wie geil es wäre, wenn sie mal wieder mit Lars bumsen könnte und dass sie UNBEDINGT! so schnell wie möglich Sex brauchen würde. Auch was sie in dem Fall mit ihrem “Opfer” vorhatte und was im Gegenzug dieses mit ihr machen sollte, schilderte sie.

Das Schlimmste für Kris war, ihre Wortwahl war so direkt und die Beschreibungen so ausführlich, dass er, ohne es zu wollen, einen Steifen bekam.

Auch zuhause angekommen, verebbte der Redeschwall nicht.

“Kriis…?”

“Ja?”

“Ich vermiss Lars…!”

“Ich weiss, Mutti.”

“Woher…?”

“Weil du es mir vorhin schon erzählt hast.”

“Achso…”

Ein Moment der Stille folgte, für den Kris SEHR dankbar war. Dann legte sie wieder los.

“Boa, konnte der fickn!! “

“Ja, Mutti, das weiss ich auch schon. Und jetzt bring ich dich erstmal ins Bett!”

Kris bugsierte seine schwankende Mutter in ihr Schlafzimmer, wo er begann, sie bettfertig zu machen.

Caro redete derweil einfach weiter.

“Un er wollte mich imma nackt sehn… Du willsmich wohl auch ma nackt sehn, ne?”

“Nein, Mutti…”

“Un warum ziehste mich dann aus…?”

“Weil du ja wohl schlecht in deinen guten Sachen schlafen kannst!”

“Stiimmt…”

Sie verstummte kurz. Und sagte mit einem breiten Grinsen:

“Ich hab Lars imma den Schwanz geblasn! Das könntich gut, hatta imma gesacht…”

“Ja, Mutti…”

“Ich krieg son Prengel bis zum Anschlag rein, in mein Mund!”

“Bestimmt, Mutti…”

“Dooch…! Eehrlich…! Sollich es dir beweisn un dir auch ma ein blasn…?”

Prompt bewegten sich ihre Finger ungeschickt auf seinen Hosenbund zu.

“Mutti!”

“Wasn…?”

“Jetzt pass mal auf, Mutti…! Auch, wenn du inzwischen auf junge Männer stehst: Ich bin immer noch dein Sohn! So, und jetzt leg dich hin und deck dich zu.”

Caro zog eine Schnute.

“Würd ich aba gern…!”

Dann kam mit einem hoffnungsvollen Strahlelächeln:

“Darfich ´n mir wengstens ma anguckn…?”

“MUTTI…!!!”

“Iss ja schon gut…”

Fluchtartig verliess der junge Mann das Zimmer.

So bekam er nicht mit, dass ein verschmitzes Lächeln über das Gesicht seiner Mutter huschte…

Am nächsten Tag blieb Kris lieber für sich, denn er hatte über einiges nachzudenken.

Die Geschehnisse des Vorabends hatten ihn ganz schön aufgewühlt.

Wobei “Aufgewühlt” nicht ganz das richtige Wort war…

Ehrlich gesagt, die Situation hatte ihn so sehr erregt, dass er sich mühsam hatte zurückhalten müssen, nicht zu wichsen, als er am Vorabend endlich allein in seinem Zimmer war.

Und am Morgen hatte er zusätzlich noch das heftige Verlangen verspürt, Caro durchs Schlüsselloch unter der Dusche zu beobachten.

Was er allerdings unterlassen hatte. Er konnte, DURFTE! sich doch nicht an seiner Mutter aufgeilen!

Was sollte er nur von alldem halten?

War er etwa daran interessiert, mit seiner Mutter Sex zu haben?

Nein! Das konnte nicht sein!

Oder vielleicht casibom giriş doch?

Wieso sonst hatte er in dieser Nacht auch noch sehr lebhaft von Caro geträumt? Und zwar nicht gerade jugendfrei…

Wie kam er bloss auf solche Ideen? Woran lag das?

An den heissen Sexfantasien seiner Mutter, die ihn zugegebenermassen ziemlich scharf gemacht hatten…?

Daran, dass sie für ihr Alter immer noch eine Superfigur hatte und er sich in Wahrheit schon länger gefragt hatte, wie sie wohl ganz nackt aussah? Erschwerend kam noch hinzu, dass er mehrmals unabsichtlich ihre grossen Titten berührt hatte, als beim Entkleiden half…

Oder lag es etwa daran, dass seine Mutter ihn gefragt hatte, ob sie ihm einen blasen sollte? Was ihm übrigens insgeheim gar nicht SO unangenehm gewesen war, wie er getan hatte.

Andererseits war das wahrscheinlich nur eine blöde Idee gewesen, wie sie Betrunkene manchmal spontan ausbrüteten…

Verdammt! Er musste sich einfach zwingen, nicht daran zu denken, musste all diese Bilder aus seinem Kopf verdrängen!

Doch so sehr er auch versuchte, sich abzulenken, immer wieder stand ihm der gestrige Abend vor Augen!

Und damit auch einige ziemlich schmutzige Fantasien in Bezug auf seine Mutter…

Während ihn diese Gedanken quälten, versuchte Kris, wie gesagt, seiner Mutter weitestmöglich aus dem Weg zu gehen. Und wenn er doch mit ihr reden musste, war er dabei ziemlich einsilbig.

Schliesslich reichte es Caro. Sie platzte vor dem Zubettgehen einfach in sein Zimmer, in das er sich verkrochen hatte.

“Was ist los? Du bist schon den ganzen Tag so ruhig! Bist du wegen irgendetwas sauer auf mich?”

“Nein.. Ja… Nicht direkt sauer…”

Sie setzte sich neben ihrem Sohn aufs Bett.

“Jetzt aber mal raus mit der Sprache! Drucks hier nicht so rum!”

Ihre körperliche Nähe und die Tatsache, dass sie nur einen dünnen Satinschlafanzug trug, der ihre schlanke Figur umschmeichelte und unter dem sie ansonsten nackt zu seien schien, machte es Kris nicht unbedingt leichter etwas zu sagen.

“Ach.. Es ist nur weil… weil…”

“Weil was?”

“Weil du dich gestern Abend ziemlich seltsam benommen hast. Deshalb!”

“Ich kann mich an nichts erinnern. Was war denn los?”

“Erst hast du mir ausführlich deine Sexfantasien dargelegt, dann hast mich in deinem besoffenen Kopf gefragt, ob ich dich nackt sehen will und zum Schluss auch noch, ob du mir einen blasen darfst!”

Heilige Scheisse! Dann hatte sie das doch nicht nur geträumt!

“Ups, da hab ich mich wohl tüchtig in die Nesseln gesetzt, oder?”

“Hast du…”

“Aber das ist nicht alles, nicht wahr? Ich kenn dich, mein Sohn. So, wie du guckst, steckt da noch mehr dahinter!”

Kris druckste kurz herum.

“Naja, ich hab letzte Nacht auch verdammt komisches Zeug geträumt.”

“Aha?”

“Ja, ich hab geträumt, dass Ruth an meinem Schwanz lutscht.”

“Na und?”

“Tja, und dann… Dann war das auf einmal nicht mehr Ruth…”

“Sondern?”

“Sondern du…”

Caro wusste nicht, ob sie von diesem Geständnis geschockt oder belustigt sein sollte. Sollte ihr Verhalten vom Vorabend ihr etwa eine Tür geöffnet haben?

Vielleicht… Und jetzt: Lächeln, Caro, LÄCHELN! Damit er nicht zu früh etwas von deinen perversen Fantasien mitbekommt!

Um dem Ganzen die Schärfe zu nehmen, scherzte sie:

“Und, war es wenigstens schön?”

“HAHA! Sehr lustig!”

Falsche Reaktion…

Also probieren wir es auf eine andere Art und Weise…

“Du hast recht. Entschuldige, Junge. Aber trotzdem sollten wir uns überlegen, wie wir mit dieser Situation in Zukunft umgehen. Also, was machen wir?””

“Keine Ahnung. Mach du einen Vorschlag.”

Das Gespräch kam ins Stocken. Dann sagte sie nachdenklich:

“Nun, gut… Fakt ist, dass ich tief in mir anscheinend das Bedürfnis habe, mit meinem Sohn Sex zu haben, während dein Unterbewusstsein dem ebenfalls nicht abgeneigt ist. Ist doch richtig, oder?”

Kris nickte langsam.

“Scheint so.”

“Dann haben wir, meiner Meinung nach, eigentlich nur zwei Möglichkeiten: Entweder, wir belassen es so, wie es jetzt ist. Oder…”

“Oder was?”

Sie machte eine kurze Pause.

Holte tief Luft.

Und sprach dann die spezielle Fantasie aus, mit der sie schon seit Wochen locker gespielt hatte .

“Oder wir machen das, was wir beide gern tun würden und gehen miteinander ins Bett!”

Kris Gesichtszüge entgleisten.

“Das meinst du doch nicht ernst, Mutti?! Das wäre Inzest!”

“Natürlich meine ich das ernst, mein Sohn! Sonst hätte ich bestimmt nicht davon gesprochen, oder?”

Zwar war der junge Mann über die Gedanken seiner Mutter geschockt.

Aber nicht so sehr, dass er sich nicht vorstellen konnte, mit ihr in die Kiste zu steigen.

Ehrlich gesagt, hatte er sich DAS! in den letzten vierundzwanzig Stunden schon mehrfach vorgestellt!

Und auch jetzt verspürte er schon wieder dieses wohlbekannte Ziehen in seinem Unterleib, als sich sein Pint, wie schon häufiger an diesem Casibom Giriş Tag, erneut versteifte.

Trotzdem, war er wirklich so scharf auf seine Mutter, dass er mit ihr vögeln würde?

Einige Sekunden lang wägte er das Für und Wider ab.

Die Antwort, die er sich selbst gab, war zwar eindeutig.

Am liebsten hätte er sie in diesem Moment an sich gerissen und durchgebumst!

Dennoch war er sich noch nicht sicher.

Schliesslich sagte er:

“Ich glaube zwar, dass du Recht hast. Aber wir sollten trotzdem nichts überstürzen.”

Caro lächelte. Nur zu gern hätte sie Kris jetzt die Bettdecke weggezogen, unter der sich an einer bestimmten Stelle eine deutliche Beule abzeichnete und ihn auf der Stelle vernascht!

Aber da sie inzwischen doch ein wenig Angst vor ihren eigenen Courage bekommen hatte, musste sie ihrem Sohn zustimmen.

“Natürlich meinte ich nicht: Wir reissen uns jetzt und hier gegenseitig die Klamotten von Leib und… Naja, du weisst schon…Schliesslich muss ich mich ja auch erstmal an diesen Gedanken gewöhnen. Nun gut, Vorschlag zur Güte: Wir geben uns genau eine Woche Bedenkzeit, OK?”

“Einverstanden…”

“Gut, und bis nächsten Samstagabend, Punkt 23:00, wird nicht mehr darüber gesprochen!”

Sie stand auf und verliess Kris Zimmer.

Der konnte sich einen sehnsüchtigen Blick auf ihren wohlgeformten, schaukelnden Hintern nicht verkneifen.

Tatsächlich liessen beide die gesamte Woche lang kein Wort über die Sache fallen. Nicht mal andeutungsweise.

Schneller als gedacht, war der Samstagabend da.

Mutter und Sohn sassen im Wohnzimmer. Die Spannung, die in der Luft lag, hätte man in meterdicke Scheiben schneiden können.

Beide schwiegen sich an, hoffend das Gegenüber würde endlich etwas sagen!

Schliesslich raffte Kris sich auf. Mit einem verlegenen Grinsen sagte er:

“Sieht so aus, als wüssten wir immer noch nicht, was wir tun sollen. Da können wir ja gleich eine Münze werfen!”

Seine Mutter lachte vergnügt.

“Kopf, wir lassen es bleiben und versuchen, unsere Gefühle zu verdrängen? Und Zahl, wir lassen einfach unseren Trieben ihren Lauf? Klar, warum nicht?”

“Na, dann: Hasste ma nen Euro?”

“Schnorrer…”

Kris warf den Euro hoch, den Caro ihm reichte.

Mit Argusaugen verfolgten sie den Flug des Geldstücks…

Hoffend…!

Bangend…!

Betend…!

Dann landete die Münze…

Drehte sich ein paarmal auf dem Tisch…

Kam endlich zur Ruhe…

ZAHL!!!

HURRAAAH…!!!

Beide konnten sich ein freudiges Juchzen nicht verkneifen!

Nun, wo alles klar war, sah Kris seine Mutter an.

“Was hättest du eigentlich gemacht, wenn es anders ausgegangen wäre?”

“Dann wäre ich in dieser Nacht noch in dein Zimmer geschlichen, hätte dich ans Bett gefesselt und mir dann deinen Pint einverleibt! Warum lachst du jetzt?”

“Weil ich genau den gleichen Gedanken hatte! Nur in umgekehrter Konstellation…”

Mit einem lüsternen Lächeln auf den Lippen sagte Caro:

“Du bist ja ein richtiger Wüstling! Vielleicht machen wir das sogar irgendwann mal… Aber jetzt warte ich oben auf dich! In etwa einer Viertelstunde…”

Kris entgegnete nur lapidar:

“Ich würde es wahrscheinlich auch keine Minute länger aushalten…”

Als Kris, der nun nur noch eine Boxershort trug, das Schlafzimmer seiner Mutter betrat, bot sich ihm ein Anblick, von dem er in der letzten Woche häufiger geträumt hatte.

Caro lag, mit an Strapsen befestigten schwarzen Strümpfen, einem ebenfalls schwarzen Spitzen-BH und einem fast durchsichtigen gleichfarbigen Tangaslip bekleidet, auf dem Bett. Eine Hand lag auf ihrem Höschen und rieb sanft an ihrem darunter liegenden Kitzler.

“Komm ruhig näher, mein Sohn. Ich werd dich schon nicht beissen.”

Sie schmunzelte.

“Und wenn, dann höchstens da, wo du es gern hast und auch nur ganz sachte und zärtlich…”

Doch Kris blieb erst noch vor ihren Bett stehen und betrachtete sie.

“Du siehst so geil aus, Mutti! Ich könnte dich stundenlang ansehen!”

Sie räkelte sich auf dem Bett, spreizte ihre Schenkel, ermöglichte ihm einen Blick auf ihre unter dem Tanga schemenhaft zu erkennende Möse.

“Freut mich, das dir die Auslage gefällt, Kris. Trotzdem: Angucken ist zwar schön, aber anfassen ist noch schöner. Und dann gibt es noch das, was nach dem Anfassen kommt. Das ist am schönsten…!”

Caro wollte nun nicht länger warten, richtete sich auf und fasste nach Kris. Bereitwillig liess er sich aufs Bett ziehen.

Seiner Mutter gegenübersitzend streckte er, fast als hätte er Furcht sie anzufassen, seine Hand aus.

Erst als sie ihm auffordernd zunickte, berührte er vorsichtig ihre Brust, fuhr deren Konturen ganz sachte nach, staunte über das warme, weiche Fleisch ihrer grossen Titten, das sich unter dem dünnen Spitzenstoff so GUT! anfühlte!

Kaum spürte sie seine Fingerspitzen auf ihrem Körper, durchzuckte es Caro wie ein elektrischer Schlag, der gleichzeitig zwischen ihren Beinen zu beginnen und zu enden schien. Casibom bonus Ihre Fotze war bis zu diesem Moment nur leicht feucht gewesen, doch nun wurde sie schlagartig klatschnass!

Sie merkte, dass ihr Sohn immer mutiger wurde. Seine Hände lagen nun beide auf ihren Möpsen, streichelten, massierten und kneteten diese fast ehrfürchtig.

Ein Blick nach unten offenbarte ihr eine riesige Beule, die sein steifer Pint in der Boxershort formte.

Voll freudiger Erregung griff sie danach, umschloss den Prengel mit ihren Fingern, wichste ihn zärtlich.

Kris keuchte auf.

“Oh…, Mutti…! Das ist so geil…!”

“Es wird gleich noch geiler, mein Junge!”

Sanft drückte sie ihn nach hinten, bis er rücklings auf dem breiten Bett lag, erfasste den Bund seiner Hose, zog daran und entfernte das störende Teil.

Der harte Prügel stand wie ein Fahnenmast, zeigte auf sie, forderte sie regelrecht auf, ihn mit Mund, Lippen und Zunge zu verwöhnen.

Wie hypnotisiert senkte sich ihr Kopf langsam darüber…

Kris sah den gierigen Blick in den Augen seiner Mutter, fühlte ihren heissen Atem an seinem Schwanz, zuckte leicht zusammen, als ihre Zunge seine Eichel ganz leicht berührte.

So geil wie jetzt, war er nicht einmal gewesen, als er das erste Mal mit Ruth gebumst hatte!

Es schien eine unendlich lange Zeit zu dauern, in der die Frau ausschliesslich die empfindliche Spitze seines Prengels reizte.

Doch dann war es soweit.

Caros Lippen schlossen sich sanft um den Fleischbolzen und sie begann, sachte daran zu saugen.

Ein Feuerwerk der Lust explodierte vor Kris´s Augen.

“Mutti…!”

Genüsslich verwöhnte die Frau den harten Prengel. Mal liess sie ihre Zunge über das purpurne Pilzköpfchen tanzen, mal umkreiste sie damit seine Eier, leckte langsam über die gesamte Länge des Prügels, nur um ihn dann ganz tief in ihr geiles Blasemaul aufzunehmen.

Und dann noch tiefer.

Und dann noch ein Stückchen TIEFER!

Bis zum Anschlag, ganz so, wie sie eine Woche zuvor geprahlt hatte.

Nur dass es keine Prahlerei gewesen war!

Was sie da machte, nannte sich “Deep-Throat”, auf Deutsch: Kehlenfick!

Sie beherrschte tatsächlich diese sagenumwobene Technik, die Kris bisher nur aus Pornos kannte!

Jetzt wusste er auch, warum die Typen im Film dabei immer so ein verzücktes Gesicht machten…

Die Kerle konnten gar nicht anders!

“Muuuttiii…!!!”

Er wusste nicht, wie oder wann sie es geschafft hatte, ohne in ihrem geilen Treiben nachzulassen, ihren BH zu öffnen und auszuziehen. Doch nun rieben sich die steifen Nippel ihrer massiven Möpse an seinem nackten Bauch.

Er streckte seine Hand aus, streichelte Caros herrlichen Hintern, ihre Schenkel, fühlte den dünnen Stoff ihres Tangas und die nassen Schamlippen darunter.

Seine Mutter stöhnte leise, als Kris Finger den Slip beiseite schoben und begannen, den Eingang zu ihrer Lustgrotte zu erkunden.

Ihre reichlich fliessenden Geilsäfte benetzten seine Fingerspitzen, doch das winzige Stück Stoff hinderte ihn daran, seine Mutter richtig zu fingern.

Also griff der junge Mann mit beiden Händen beherzt zu und entfernte die Verpackung.

Endlich lag das saftige Fickfleisch offen vor ihm, lockte ihn, es mit seinen Fingern zu füllen und zu erforschen.

Was er zum puren Vergnügen seiner immer lauter stöhnenden Mutter auch tat.

Bis diese schliesslich kurz von seinem Prengel abliess und erregt flüsterte:

“Ich will jetzt deine Zunge an meiner Fotze haben…!”

Was Kris SEHR entgegenkam. Er sehnte sich schon längst danach, endlich die mütterlichen Geilsäfte auf seiner Zunge zu schmecken!

“Dann dreh sich ein bisschen, Mutti, damit ich dran komme…!”

Caro hob ein Bein über seinen Kopf und senkte ihr Becken seinen lüsternen Lippen entgegen.

Mit beiden Händen zog Kris ihre Schamlippen auseinander, bestaunte kurz das nasse rosige Fleisch und leckte sachte über den vorwitzig hervorstehenden Kitzler.

Seine Mutter wisperte erregt:

“Jaa…! Weiter…! Leck meine Muschi, mein Sohn…! Jaa…! Jaa…!”

Erfreut über die Reaktion pflanzte Kris einen herzhaften Kuss auf die geile Pussy.

Und noch einen…

Und noch einen…

Jeder einzelne fachte die enorme Hitze in der kochenden Möse weiter an.

Die Frau stöhnte, während ihr Sohn ihr gierig die Pflaume auslutschte.

“Hmmm….!”

Sie keuchte, derweil seine Lippen sachte ihre inneren Schamlippen massierten und entliess den Pint aus ihrem Blasemund.

“Jaaa…!

Richtete sich auf und juchzte freudig, als seine Zunge ihre Lustgrotte bis in den letzten erreichbaren Winkel erforschte.

“Ja…! Ja…! Ja…! Ja…! Ja…!”

Und dann, schliesslich, schrie Caro, unter einem wilden Trommelwirbel seines Lecklappens auf ihrer Liebesperle, ihren Orgasmus heraus.

“IIIEEEJAAAH…!!!”

Ihre Hände krallten sich in Kris Seiten, ihr Becken rollte und immer noch hörte der junge Mann nicht auf, sie zu lecken.

Was den Höhepunkt natürlich nur noch weiter verstärkte und sie ekstatisch zucken liess.

“IIIEEEJAAAH…!!! IIIEEEJAAAH…!!! IIIEEEJAAAH…!!! NEEEIIINNN…! AUFHÖÖÖREEEN, KRIIIS…! Hör sofort auf…! Ich kann nicht MEEEHHHRRR…!”

Nur mit Mühe konnte Caro sich von ihm lösen, da er ihre Hüften umklammerte, sich dabei regelrecht an ihrer Muschi festgesaugte und sie partout nicht weglassen wollte.

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Hallo. Mein Name ist Peggy. Ich bin fünfundzwanzig und habe vor drei Monaten ein Wirtschaftsstudium mit großem Erfolg hinter mich gebracht. Eigentlich sollte ich schon alleine deshalb ziemlich glücklich sein, doch die große Freude kam bei mir gar nicht erst auf. Grund dafür war mein Freund Mike, oder besser gesagt Ex-Freund. Wir hatten zusammen auf derselben Uni studiert und waren auch während unseres Studiums zusammengekommen. Kaum hatte ich die letzte Prüfung hinter mich gebracht, teilte er mir trocken mit, dass er unsere Beziehung beenden würde, da er zurück nach Kalifornien gehen würde. Er wollte mir noch seine Gründe darlegen, aber sie hatten mich nicht mehr interessiert. Gerade war ich noch himmelhochjauchzend wegen der bestandenen Prüfung und im nächsten Moment schossen mir die Tränen in die Augen. Dabei hatten wir ursprünglich vorgehabt zusammen in der Firma meines Vaters einzusteigen! Und nun hatte er wohl ein in seinen Augen besseres Angebot!

Was blieb mir anderes übrig, ich packte also meine Sachen und fuhr nach Hause zu meinen Eltern. Doch dort erwartete mich die nächste Hiobsbotschaft.

Ich hatte noch immer einen Schlüssel für das Haus meiner Eltern in Florida in dem ich aufgewachsen war. Meine Eltern wollten es so, denn ich sollte jederzeit nach Hause kommen können. Und auch wenn ich nun wegen meines Studiums schon ein paar Jahre nicht mehr wirklich dort wohnte, so gab es noch immer mein altes Zimmer für mich.

Als ich Haustür aufschoss, war es ziemlich ruhig. Kein Ton war zu hören. Dies war nicht weiter ungewöhnlich, denn mein Vater war am Nachmittag meist noch in seiner Firma und Mama oft mit ihren Freundinnen unterwegs. Außerdem hatte ich nicht extra angerufen, dass ich schon kommen würde, also rechneten die beiden erst eine Woche später mit mir.

Es war an diesem Tag ziemlich heiß, die Fahrt mit dem Auto war anstrengend gewesen und ich hatte ziemlichen Durst. Ich stellte meine Koffer im Flur ab und ging in Küche, um mir etwas zu trinken zu holen.

„Daddy?”, entfuhr es mir, als ich meinen Vater scheinbar völlig apathisch am Küchentisch, vor sich hin stierend, eine Flasche Bier in der Hand, sitzen sah. Ich erkannte sofort, dass etwas nicht in Ordnung war. Abgesehen davon, dass er um diese Zeit normalerweise nicht zu Hause war, trank er niemals Bier aus der Flasche und wenn dann Bier höchstens mal wenn wir im Garten grillten. Doch alleine sein Blick sprach Bände, so völlig ausdruckslos und völlig abwesend.

„Ah, hallo Peggy”, erwiderte er knapp, nachdem er mich bemerkte. Er sah auf die Bierflasche in seiner Hand, als würde sie erst jetzt bemerken und stellte sie zur Seite.

„Entschuldige bitte … ich … ich …”, begann er zu stammeln. Es war ihm sichtlich peinlich und gleichzeitig wusste er nicht, was oder wie er es sagen sollte.

Auch das war ziemlich ungewöhnlich. Meinen Vater hatte ich noch nie sprachlos erlebt. Ganz abgesehen von der eher dürftigen Begrüßung, umarmte er doch meist lachend seine ‚Kleine’ und wirbelte mich hochhebend einmal im Kreis herum, wenn ich in den Ferien zu Besuch kam.

„Was ist los Daddy? Was ist passiert?”, fragte ich natürlich und rechnete mit dem Schlimmsten, „Ist irgendwas mit Mama? Wo ist sie?”

„Alles in Ordnung. Sie ist weg!”, antwortete er knapp.

„Was meinst du mit sie ist weg? Wo ist sie?”, hakte ich nach, da klar war, dass ganz und gar nicht alles in Ordnung war.

Doch dann erfolgte der nächste Schock für mich. Mein Daddy begann tatsächlich zu weinen. Ich hatte ihn noch nie weinen sehen. Immer war er der Starke gewesen, der mich als Kind tröstete, wenn ich mir mal weh getan hatte und später immer wie ein Bollwerk war, auf das ich mich verlassen konnte und an dem man sich anlehnen konnte, wenn mal im Leben was schief lief.

Sich nur langsam etwas besinnend rückte Daddy mit der Sprache heraus. Dabei stellte sich heraus, dass er meine Mutter drei Stunden zuvor mit einem anderen im Bett überrascht hatte, als er mal früher nach Hause kam, um ihr damit eine Freude zu machen. Eigentlich wollte er mit ihr ausgehen. Wie ich es nicht anders von meinem Vater erwartet hatte, zog er daraus die Konsequenzen und warf meine Mutter samt ihrem Liebhaber aus dem Haus. Ehrlich gesagt konnte ich ihn da gut verstehen. Ich hätte in seiner Stelle genauso gehandelt und im Grunde hatte ich das einen Tag zuvor auch. Auch wenn ich meine Mutter geliebt hatte, stand ich Daddy schon immer näher. Außerdem konnte ich es wirklich nicht verstehen, was sie dazu getrieben hatte, fremd zu gehen. Klar, mein Vater war sicherlich oftmals beruflich unterwegs und hatte möglicherweise nicht immer so viel Zeit für sie, wie sie sich möglicherweise gewünscht hätte. Aber für hatte er uns ein finanziell gesehen sehr gutes Leben ermöglicht. Und es war nicht so, als hätte er ihr und auch mir nie seine Liebe und Zuneigung gezeigt. Schon immer verbrachte er seine manchmal zugegebenermaßen karge Freizeit zum größten Teil mit uns und später, als ich wegen meines Studiums weg war, mit Mama. Das wusste ich genau, schließlich hatte sie es mir selbst casibom oft genug am Telefon erzählt.

Offensichtlich half Daddy das Gespräch mit mir, denn schließlich fasste er sich wieder etwas und fragte mich, wo denn Mike wäre, schließlich wollte er ja mitkommen und im nächsten Moment, warum ich eigentlich schon da wäre, hatte ich mich doch erst eine Woche später angekündigt.

Nun war es an mir zu erzählen, dass es mit meiner Beziehung nicht besser bestellt war, als mit seiner. Schließlich führte das Ganze dazu, dass wir uns gegenseitig weinend umarmten, um uns Trost zu spenden.

Eigentlich war geplant, dass Mike und ich nach dem Studium zwei Monate Pause einlegten. Einerseits, damit wir uns noch einen kleinen Urlaub gönnen konnten und andererseits, damit er auch gleich die Gegend hier etwas besser kennenlernen konnte. Schließlich war er zuvor nur immer mal für ein oder zwei Tage hier, wobei wir diese Zeit dann natürlich immer bei meinen Eltern verbracht hatten und nur wenig rumkamen. Außerdem hatten wir vor, uns eine Wohnung zu suchen, bevor wir dann in Daddys Firma zu arbeiten begannen.

Da dieses Vorhaben nun aus bekannten Gründen ins Wasser fiel, hatte ich mit meinem Vater abgesprochen, dass ich mich trotzdem erst mal vom Studium und der Trennung erholen sollte und wie ursprünglich angedacht, nach zwei Monaten bei ihm arbeiten sollte.

Doch auch er änderte wohl seinen Plan etwas. Anders als früher kam er nun öfters früher nach Hause. Ich war mir ehrlich gesagt nicht sicher, ob es daran lag, dass ihm durch seine Trennung mit Mama die Motivation ein wenig fehlte, oder weil es tatsächlich das war, was er mir erzählte. Nämlich, um sich ein wenig um mich zu kümmern, da er nicht wollte, dass ich die ganze Zeit über alleine zu Hause war. Vermutlich war es ein wenig von beidem, aber auch, weil er sich nun selbst etwas einsam fühlte.

Letztendlich war ich froh darüber, denn den ganzen Tag alleine in dem großen Haus, vermutlich wäre mir doch die Decke auf den Kopf gefallen.

Die ersten Tage führten so dazu, dass wir uns als Vater und Tochter wieder näher kamen. Wir redeten viel, kochten oder grillten zusammen im Garten und lenkten uns so von unserer inneren Trauer um die zerbrochenen Beziehungen ab. Nicht, dass wir uns nicht sowieso nahe gestanden waren, aber manches bricht einfach ab, wenn man als Kind flügge wird und das Heim der Eltern verlässt. Nun aber wurden manche Dinge eben wieder wie früher.

Am dritten Tag rief mich im Übrigen meine Mutter auf meinem Handy an. Sie wollte mir doch tatsächlich erzählen, dass sie Daddy verlassen hatte, weil er sich nicht mehr richtig um sie gekümmert hätte. Wenn ich wollte, könnte ich deshalb auch mit Mike zu ihr kommen, sie würde nun in einer Wohnung in der Nachbarstadt leben. Ehrlich, ich wollte den Mist nicht hören und sagte ihr auf den Kopf zu, dass ich wusste, was sie getan hätte und ich schon zu Hause bei Daddy wäre. Außerdem, dass ich ihr das nie verzeihen würde, dass sie unsere Familie damit zerstört hätte. Dann legte ich einfach auf und reagierte nicht mehr auf ihre weiteren Versuche, mich zu erreichen. Als ich das sagte, war ich wirklich sauer auf sie. Irgendwie meinte ich das auch so, wie ich es gesagt hatte. Trotzdem war mir klar, dass ich sie irgendwann auch wieder in mein Leben lassen würde. Aber etwas sollte sie schon als Strafe schmoren und ich hatte auch keine Lust, mir von ihr etwas über ihre Beziehungsprobleme anzuhören. Ich hatte mit meinen eigenen genügend zu tun. Mit Daddy war das einfacher. Nachdem wir uns am ersten Tag darüber ausgesprochen hatten, kam es nicht mehr zur Sprache und genau dies war uns beiden ziemlich Recht. Wir wollten uns einfach nicht gegenseitig auch noch daran erinnern, dachten wir beide doch selbst immer wieder darüber nach. Das reichte vollkommen, um das Ganze für uns zu verarbeiten.

Eine Woche nach meiner Ankunft, es war gerade Wochenende, eröffnete Daddy mir abends, dass er sich ebenfalls drei Wochen Urlaub genommen hatte. Wenn ich es möchte, dann würde er mit mir auch wegfahren, um uns beide etwas abzulenken. So verlockend das Angebot auch war, ich brauchte nicht lange zu überlegen um abzulehnen. Ich war gerade dabei, mich hier wieder ein wenig einzuleben und noch hatte ich nicht wirklich Lust dazu einen Urlaub außerhalb zu verbringen. Zu viele Situationen hätten mich an Mike erinnert und der war der letzte, an den ich nun denken wollte.

Daddy war zwar ein wenig enttäuscht, akzeptierte meine Entscheidung aber und meinte, dass wir uns auch zu Hause eine schöne Zeit machen könnten. Zur Feier des Tages öffneten wir trotzdem eine Flasche Wein und warfen den Grill an. Aus der einen wurden schließlich drei Flaschen und beide wankten wir ziemlich spät an diesem Abend ins Bett.

Am nächsten Morgen hatte ich zwar keinen Kater, aber da ich sehr früh erwachte, wankte ich nun schlaftrunken ins Bad. Normalerweise hätte ich es mitbekommen, dass hinter der Badezimmertür die Dusche lief und vor meinem Studium wäre auch abgeschlossen gewesen. Doch da ich nicht Casibom slot oyunları mehr zu Hause wohnte, war es, wie mir Daddy später erzählte, wohl nicht mehr nötig gewesen und an diesem Morgen hatte er, ebenfalls noch nicht ganz Wach, auch nicht daran gedacht, dass ich wieder da war.

Er hörte mich auch nicht, als ich die Tür öffnete und hineinging. Noch im Türrahmen blieb ich wie angewurzelt stehen. Erst weil ich bemerkte, dass Daddy gerade duschte und dann nach einem zweiten Blick, dass er sich gerade einen abwichste. Er war so damit beschäftigt, dass er mich nicht bemerkte. Durch den Wasserdampf waren auch die Scheiben der Duschkabine angelaufen und ich konnte ihn nur schemenhaft erkennen. Nicht, dass es mich schockiert hätte, dass sich mein Vater selbstbefriedigte. Schließlich wusste ich auch so, was ein Mann im Notfall ohne Frau tat. Trotzdem nahm ich Daddy nun das erste Mal in meinem Leben auch als sexuelles Wesen wahr. Klar wusste ich, war er früher mit Mama im Schlafzimmer trieb, aber wirklich Gedanken darum hatte ich mir nie gemacht. Genauso wenig was er nun tat, seit Mama weg war.

Jede normale erwachsene Frau hätte sich nun vermutlich diskret zurückgezogen. Doch ich konnte meinen Blick nicht von der Duschkabine lösen. Ein erregender Schauer durchfuhr meinen Körper und meine Hand ging wie von selbst an meine Muschi, um darauf zu drücken. Zwar hatte ich noch immer mein Nachthemd an, aber der selbst produzierte Druck erzeugte weitere Schauer und ein unbändiges kribbeln in mir.

Im nächsten Moment stöhnte Daddy laut auf und schon sah ich, wie sein Samen gegen die Duschwand klatschte und in mehreren Schlieren nach unten lief.

Ich fand das wirklich megageil, doch mir wurde auch schlagartig klar, dass Daddy nun fertig war und mich sicher gleich bemerken würde. Schnell und leise zog ich mich zurück. Doch nur, um mich in meinem Zimmer einzuschließen und es mir nun meinerseits selbst zu machen. In meiner Fantasie war es Daddy, der mit mir schlief.

Etwas später, als ich meinen ziemlich starken Höhepunkt verdaut hatte, konnte ich nicht anders, als darüber nachzudenken, was da gerade passiert war. Mein Vater hatte sich in der Dusche gewichst und mich hatte es geil gemacht. Erst mal schob ich es darauf, dass ich seit der Trennung mit Mike überhaupt nicht mehr an Sex gedacht hatte, ja auch keine Lust gehabt hatte. Etwas, was mir schon lange nicht mehr passiert war. Ehrlich gesagt, hatte ich mit Mike beinahe jeden Tag Sex und wenn nicht, dann machte ich es mir zumindest selbst. Wie auch schon vor seiner Zeit, als ich noch alleine war. So gesehen war und bin ich eine leidenschaftliche Frau, die ihre tägliche Befriedigung braucht.

Das ich nun dabei an meinen Vater gedacht hatte, schrieb ich einfach den Umständen zu, wie sie sich ergeben hatte. Mein Körper hatte wieder sein Recht auf Befriedigung verlangt und dadurch, dass ich Daddy überrascht hatte, hatte er eben meine Fantasien auf ihn gelenkt.

Auf diese Weise beruhigte ich mich selbst erst mal.

Natürlich tat ich etwas später beim Frühstück so, als wäre überhaupt nichts passiert. Trotzdem konnte ich nicht umhin, Daddy nun mit etwas anderen Augen zu sehen. Für sein Alter fand ich ihn wirklich gut aussehend. Hinzu kam, dass er erfolgreich war und offensichtlich auch ein leidenschaftlicher Mann. Drei Attribute, die ich an Männern schon immer geschätzt hatte und die ich selbst, seit ich aus der Pubertät war, eher unbewusst, als Voraussetzung für eine Beziehung hatte. Auch deshalb hatte ich mich damals in Mike verliebt. Er war gutaussehend, leidenschaftlich und wie Daddy auch ziemlich zielstrebig gewesen. Er schien wirklich perfekt für mich. Nun, das war aber Vergangenheit.

Ich saß am Küchentisch, während Daddy aufstand um sich eine weitere Tasse Kaffee einzuschenken. Wie er so dastand, erinnerte ich mich wieder daran, dass ich erneut ein Kribbeln in meinem Kätzchen verspürte, als ich selbst duschen war und mich dort daran erinnerte, was kurz zuvor in dieser Kabine passiert war. Ich hatte es wirklich für einen Moment bedauert, dass es keine Spuren mehr davon gab und Daddy die Duschwand offensichtlich wieder abgespült hatte. Schließlich hatte ich mich dazu gezwungen nicht mehr daran zu denken. Und nun, wo ich meinen Vater so dastehen sah, begann mein Kätzchen schon wieder zu miauen.

Ich riss mich zusammen. Das was da meine kleine Peggy wollte, dass durfte einfach nicht sein. Schnell trank ich meinen Kaffee aus und entschuldigte mich, um in mein Zimmer zu gehen, damit ich mich wieder beruhigen konnte. Allerdings fragte mich mein Vater, ob wir uns später beim Pool treffen könnten. Später, zum Mittagessen wollte er wieder grillen. Natürlich sagte ich zu, bevor ich aus der Küche verschwand.

Den Tag verbrachten wir am Pool zum Sonnen und wie geplant grillten wir uns mittags ein paar Steaks. Die Hitze der Sonne und die ganze Zeit über meinen Vater nur in der Badeshorts zu sehen, brachte meine Muschi dann erneut zum Kochen. Immer wieder sprang ich kurz in Casibom hakkında den Pool, um mich wieder abzukühlen. Plötzlich fand ich fast alles an meinem Dad erotisch. Seine Stimme, wenn er sich mit mir unterhielt, seine Fürsorglichkeit mir gegenüber und gleichzeitig war er der perfekte Gentleman mir gegenüber. Es machte mich beinahe wahnsinnig, dass ich meinen eigenen Vater plötzlich einfach nur geil fand, und das im wahrstem Sinne des Wortes. Ich wusste genau, dass das Wasser im Pool mich nicht nur immer ein wenig abkühlte, sondern auch dafür sorgte, dass der nasse Fleck über meiner Muschi, den diese selbst produzierte, nicht erkennbar war.

Nach dem Essen entschuldigte ich mich erneut und kündigte meinem Vater an, dass ich mich ein wenig hinlegen wollte, mir im Garten jedoch die Sonne zu heiß wäre. Tatsächlich machte mir die Sonne überhaupt nichts aus, denn ich war schon gut vorgebräunt und einen Sonnenbrand bekam ich sowieso nicht so leicht. Alles was ich wirklich wollte, war meine Muschi zu beackern und zum Schweigen zu bringen.

Kaum war ich in meinem Zimmer, warf ich mich in mein Bett und begann mich zu streicheln. Meinen bis auf den Schritt inzwischen trockenen Bikini schob ich an meinem Busen und meinem Kätzchen einfach zur Seite. Dafür, mir großartige Zärtlichkeiten selbst zukommen zu lassen, hatte ich nicht mehr die Geduld. Deshalb drückte ich meine Brust samt Nippel hart, was mich zum Aufstöhnen brachte und mir direkt in mein Zentrum fuhr. Danach gab es kein Halten für mich. Ich rammte mir förmlich zwei Finger in mein geiles Löchlein und stieß immer wieder hart zu. Es dauerte keine fünf Minuten bevor mich ein ziemlich starker Orgasmus überrollte. In meiner Geilheit hatte ich natürlich wieder zugelassen, dass ich dabei an meinen Daddy gedacht hatte.

„Wo soll das noch mit dir hinführen?”, durchfuhr es mich, nachdem ich mich von den Nachwehen meines Höhepunkts wieder etwas erholt hatte und ich wieder etwas klarer wurde.

Ich weiß nicht, was mich dazu trieb, aber ich sprang wieder aus dem Bett und ging zu meinem Fenster, um zu sehen, ob mein Dad noch im Garten war. Kaum sah ich hinaus, stieg meine Erregung schon wieder sprunghaft an. Mein Vater lag auf einer der Liegen und hatte eine Hand in seine Shorts gesteckt. Trotzdem war klar zu erkennen, was er da tat. Er rückte seinen Schwanz nicht gerade, wie es Männer oftmals, meist versteckt, taten. An der ausgebeulten Badehose war klar zu erkennen, dass er sich darunter massierte.

Ich weiß, dass ich einfach hätte weggehen sollen, aber ich konnte den Blick nicht von der Szene vor mir wenden.

Plötzlich durchfuhr mich ein erregender Schauer und ich stellte fest, dass ich unbewusst ebenfalls meine Hand ins Bikinihöschen geschoben hatte. Erneut setzte mein Verstand völlig aus. Ich wollte sehen, wie es Daddy sich selbst machte und ich wollte es bei mir ebenfalls tun. Während ich es ihm also gleich tat, massierte er genüsslich seinen Harten. Zu meinem Bedauern holte er ihn jedoch nicht aus seiner Shorts. Tatsächlich bemerkte ich, dass er sich nicht nur aufs wichsen konzentrierte, sondern auch auf seine Umgebung. Zwar war unser Garten nicht einsehbar, aber offensichtlich war er noch so bei Verstand, um damit zu rechnen, dass ich auftauchen könnte. Vermutlich hätte er mich dann aber kommen gehört und einfach nur die Hand aus der Hose ziehen müssen und sich auf den Bauch drehen. Mir wäre dann sicherlich erst mal nichts aufgefallen.

Ich konnte genau erkennen, dass er unter seiner Badeshorts immer schneller wurde, genauso wie ich meine Klit immer stärker rieb. Schließlich bäumte sich Daddy seine Umgebung vergessend kurz auf und ich sah, wie sich ein Fleck auf der Hose bildete. Dieser Anblick brachte mich erneut über die Grenze und ich biss mir in meine andere Hand, um meine Lust bei meinem Höhepunkt nicht hinauszubrüllen, was sicherlich auch durch das Fenster zu hören gewesen wäre.

Ich bekam dann noch mit, dass mein Vater den Spermafleck ebenfalls auf seiner Shorts sah und er aufstand, um wohl ebenfalls in den Pool zu springen. Ich hingegen zog mich erst mal in die Dusche zurück.

Da ich mich weiterhin zurückzog, sah ich an diesem Tag meinen Vater erst am Abend zum Essen wieder. Keiner von uns ließ sich irgendetwas anmerken und wir unterhielten uns ganz normal, bis wir uns später gemeinsam einen Film im Fernsehen ansahen, bevor wir zu Bett gingen.

In der folgenden Woche wurde das Ganze nicht besser. Ganz im Gegenteil. So sehr mir mein Verstand sagte, es zu unterlassen, ich konnte es nicht. Seit ich gesehen hatte, wie mein Vater es sich selbst machte, sorgte ich immer wieder dafür, dass er zwischendurch immer eine Zeitlang alleine war, so dass ich ihn unauffällig beobachten konnte. Meist waren wir sowieso im Garten am Pool und so konnte ich ihn von meinem Zimmerfenster unauffällig ausspähen. Leider passierte dort jedoch nichts mehr.

Trotzdem machte ich es mir mindestens zwei- oder dreimal in meinem Zimmer selbst, immer in Gedanken an ihn.

Allerdings fiel mir nach zwei Tagen auf, dass Daddy ebenfalls immer verschwand, wenn ich weg ging. Offensichtlich hatte er sich überlegt, dass im Garten das Risiko von mir überrascht zu werden, zu groß war. Anfangs hatte ich noch Hemmungen ihm nachzusteigen, auch weil die Gefahr der Entdeckung für mich ziemlich groß war. Schließlich siegte jedoch meine Neugier und ich nahm mir vor, ihm zu vorsichtig folgen.

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