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Superb. Her B'Day Special.Krithi touched mother's cuntlips, gently feeling the wetness socking her cunt hair and rosy slit. I looked at my sister. Her face was gleaming with lust.
"Suck her cunt." I ordered.
She immediately settled between mother's legs, slowly brought her lips closer to mother's pussy and touched her wet hair with her tongue.
"No..." Mother wailed loudly. Her body twisted as Krithi's tongue touched her labia. "What're you doing?"
Her eyes popped open.
I smiled at her. Mother's body stiffened but she made no attempt to farce Krithi away from her cunt. Krithi began licking mother's hot pussy. Her tongue lashed into her open slit, lapping the drops of cum oozing out of her pussy. Without any hesitation she enjoyed her first taste of motherly cream pie.
Mother began moaning again, her body gyrating...her hips rising off the bed forcing her pelvis into my sister's sucking tongue.
I shifted my position and sat near my mother's face. I offered her my limping cock.
"Make me ready for Krithi...amma." I rubbed my glistening cock over her lips, squeezing a single drop of cum on her lips. "Suck me."
Mother opened her lips and took my flaccid tool into her mouth. She began to suck my cock like a tasty lollipop.
"That's amma..." I pulled her head over my cock. Her hot mouth enveloped my cock. "That's it."
I could feel my cock begin to swell inside her mouth. She sucked deep, her mouth moving wildly up and down my cock, her wet saliva coating my cock length.
I drove my distending cock into my mother's sucking mouth; she gobbled greedily on my cock.
She gripped my now swollen at the base in her hand, her lips and palm moved in tandem, working my cock to grow bigger and bigger.
"That's like a good mother." I mocked at her.
Mother didn't reply; she was in a state of pure bliss. Krithi was busy sucking her cunt, occasionally lifting her head to look at us and then again burying her face into mother's delicious pussy.
By now my cock had regain its full hardness. Mother was finding it difficult to take the full cock length into her sucking mouth. Yet, she sucked fervently, even to the extent of choking as its bulbous head touched against her throat. I loved the feel of her soft lips over my cock, her slick tongue licking my peehole, but I was aware that if mother continued like that I would spill my jism in her mouth.
I didn't want that, at least at that moment. I was more willing to ram my cock into Krithi's charming pussy. She was kneeling between mother's thighs, her face buried into mother's cunt...her legs folded at knees with her ass high in air.
I withdrew my cock out of my mother's mouth and positioned behind Krithi. I spread her legs little wider to make room for my cock. I took my cock head with my fingers and guided it at the opening of her wet snatch.
I looked at mother. She was staring at me lasciviously. I winked at her gesticulate with my fingers that I was about to fuck Krithi from behind. She grinned back at me.
I pressed my cock into my sister's hot pussy. Her pink pussy lips opened up like a rose petals accepting my intruding organ into their soft folds. Her cunt was smoldering and very wet; with little effort my cock slowly sank deep into her cunt.
She whimpered delightfully...her moan coming like a muffled groan.
I grabbed her ass cheeks and began pounding her pussy from behind in a slow deliberate manner. Krithi groaned every time she felt my fullness deep inside...she began sucking mother's cunt more hungrily. My room was suddenly filled with the sounds and shrills emanated from three horny souls lost in the island of incestuous passion.
I took my hands lower, where Krithi's lips were buried into my mother's dripping pussy and I touched her inflamed pussy. I inserted my two fingers inside my mother's pussy and began finger fucking her. Krithi who was busy sucking her engorged love bud, began licking my fingers as it moved in and out of our mother's hot cunt. In this way my posture had become little awkward, yet I enjoyed simultaneous frigging of my mother as well as dog style fucking of my sister.
It's not very usual to get to fuck both, your mother and your sister, together in the same bed. Certainly, I felt like the luckiest guy in the whole universe.
I withdrew the head of my cock out of her tight sheath, and then I was again thrusting away at full speed, my heavy sack slapping against her buttocks.
I removed my fingers out of mother's cunt, brought it to my lips. I sucked the tangy taste of my mother cunt off my fingers wetting it with my saliva and poked my sister's puckered hole with in. Krithi whimpered as she felt my fingers caressing her anal entrance. I greased her wrinkled hole with my spit and forced my index finger into her tight rectum.
Her anus responded by squeezing around my intruding finger. Hooking my fingers into her hot crack of her ass, I worked my cock powerfully into my sister's tight snatch, sliding it in and out of her wet passionate hole. I inserted two of my fingers inside her rectum. Krithi responded avidly, her cunt shivering. I could feel the thin membrane separating my cock and fingers.
My plundering was so fast that she was finding it difficult to focus on licking our mother's cunt. Mother realized her predicament as she pulled Krithi over her chest. Now Krithi was lying over mother's body, their bushes matting against each other...their tits smashing into each other. Mother put her lips over Krithi's soft lips and they embraced in a passionate kiss.
The room was abuzz with sounds of erotic moans and groans...three horny bodies turning slick with sweat.
I could feel the pressure building in my balls; therefore, I stepped up my rhythm, reaching deeply and pulling back until only her pussy lips grasped the swollen head of my cock, then shoving it back again with a grueling thrust that made her sob with ecstasy...my balls now banging against mother's cuntlips with every stroke.
"Ooooooo...maaaaaaaaaaa..."
I suddenly felt Krithi's cunt ripple around my cock, her body stiffened as she sundered to a terrific climax. My cock flexed deep within her juicy snatch, feeling the pressure within my balls reaching the highest point. I heaved myself along the pulsating length of my cock and began spilling my seed deep inside my sister' wet cunt.
I came violently, spurting the molten cum into the hot, wet depth of Krithi's pussy, splashing the gobs of semen against her womb.
I pulled my ejaculating cock, and planted it in between the place where the groins of my mother and sister's were meeting. My cum sprayed onto my sister's bush and then it dribbled down to mother's wet bush which was positioned just beneath. My cock was still hard; I placed it over mother's cunt lips and inserted into her hot receptacle, releasing the remaining drops of cum inside mother's hot pussy.
I could feel the cum deposited into Krithi's bush soaking my thatch, few drops oozing to my balls and then finally to the bed sheet. It was a great feeling, my own cum, the luxurious warmth and wetness of it, oozing out of my sister's pussy and soaking my balls.
Once my cock stopped shooting, I took it out off mother's snatch and slumped on the bed. Mother and Krithi remained in their position, Krithi lying over mother's body...their cum soaked pussies touching against each other. All of us were breathing hard to catch our breaths.
After a minute, mother pushed Krithi and she slipped on her side. Mother sat on the bed. I looked at her cunt, her cunt hair completely covered with my thick semen, but she appeared oblivious of that.
Her face was gleaming with a rapturous afterglow.
"You bastard." She smiled lasciviously. "You corrupted both of us."
"But you liked it Sneha." I ginned back. "And you'll always gonna like it."
Mother got down from the bed.
"I am going to bathroom."
She was still smiling, when she opened the bathroom door and disappeared behind it, without bothering to shut it.
I looked at Krithi. She was also watching me very curiously. I rolled near her and kissed her on lips feeling the smell of my cum and mother's pussy over her lips.
"How did you get her?"
I turned to my side, raised my head and supported on my palm and looked at my beautiful sister.
"I just got lucky." I smirked.
We both laughed together, disrupting the silence in the room.
THE END
Please continue any and Preity story..it is superb"God, I've been fantasizing about this for a long time, Mom," Jai revealed, as he slid his cock back in my mouth.
I retrieved every last drop of his sweet cum, still not coming down from the high of the orgasm and submissive taboo act.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end... literally.
Jai pulled out and said, "Shit, I'm going to be late for warm up."
"I think you are warmed up," Amy laughed, as she leaned in and kissed my son.
When Jai broke the kiss, he looked down at me and said, "Thanks, Mommy-slut. I think I may have a new ritual."
Still in the afterglow of pleasure, I quipped, "I hope this isn't a once a week thing."
"Fuck, you really are a nasty slut," Amy said.
Sabrina added, "Jai, you have your own live-in fuck toy."
"And at school I have two fuck toys," Jai countered as he got off the bed.
"Three, if you include Ameesha," Amy revealed.
"How could I forget her," Jai laughed.
"We need to get going too," Sabrina said. "Coach freaks out when we're late."
"True," Amy nodded, before adding, the cherry on the cake of surprises, "That went exactly as you planned."
"I wasn't sure it would work," Jai nodded.
"You planned this entire thing?" I asked, revelation suddenly hitting me.
Jai admitted, "I did."
"No way," I said, surprised.
"I found your old diary and knew of your submissive lesbian past. Mixed with hearing your obedient submission to Dad when he was alive and well... I figured you would do exactly as you did."
My head spun one last time.
Finally, I asked, "Now what?"
"I celebrate tonight's victory with a three-hole Mommy-fucking," Jai said, leaning down and kissing me in a very non mom-son way.
I kissed him back and when he broke the kiss, I asked coyly, "How do you know I want to be your three-hole fuck toy?"
"I wasn't asking," he said, before turning and walking out.
"You're still my slut too," Amy stressed.
"Mine too," Sabrina added.
"Yes, Mistresses," I agreed, knowing everything had changed.
"Now get showered and dressed, I think you need to meet the rest of the senior's tonight," Amy said.
"What about my son?"
"You mean your Master?"
"Yes, what about my Master?"
"By the time he is done showering and changing, you will have munched all our pussies," Amy said.
"Yummy," I replied, as I got off the bed thinking this life-changing night was just getting started.
THE END
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Wishes to See of this Combo....Samantha separated herself, and ran a soap bar all herself and rinsed herself, before using it on me. me. She rubbed shampoo into my hair, and in a few minutes, I was fresh. Samantha rubbed me down with a towel, and kissed my lips, and told me to lie down on the bed for a while. She dried herself, and came beside me, after her now ritual of getting my blessing by touching my feet, with the bowl of Sambhrani, (aromatic incense) which she wafted thru my long tresses.
Later that morning, we went out shopping. We were like long lost friends, and she was very servient, and handling all the shopping bags for me. She was more adept than I at bargaining with the shopkeepers, and showed that she had the right skills to manage a household as well. "I am now an extra mouth, and by God's grace, we will be blessed with more little mouths, so we must be prudent", she giggled.
We hugged like the sisters and co-wives we were. We purchased sexy lingerie, some food items and snacks that we knew Sunil liked, and on the spur of the moment, I led the way into a jewellery shop and got her a nice nose stud and ear rings of silver filigree, that looked really nice on her. "Didi, you should not spend like this on me", she protested. "No darling, you can share all my jewellery, and I will also wear this sometimes", I convinced her.
We came back, a bit tired and I wanted to lie down for a while. Didi, she said, you go take some rest, I will finish the lunch preparation. She was a gifted cook, and within less than half hour, she had made delicious lunch for us, and we ate sitting next to each other. Didi, I was very scared when you spoke last night. You are like a god to me, Didi, she added. I don't know what good I did to deserve a older sister and a co-wife like you. I am ready to do anything for you, Didi.
Let's get some rest in the afternoon, since Sunil will keep us awake tonite, said I. I will come soon, I will clear the table and wash the dishes and join you. After the great meal, I was a bit drowsy and was soon napping. I woke up to feel Samantha massaging my feet. Her hands were soft and supple, and it felt very nice to have them massaged tenderly by her. Seeing me wake up, she got up and made tea for us. I was still in bed when she came in with the tray of tea and biscuits. I hugged her warmly, as her affection and gratitude towards me was cent percent genuine. Come sit next to me, I said. She did so, and I hugged and kissed her, thanking her too for all the help in the housework that she had taken up willingly. "It is my duty, Didi", she replied shyly.
When Sunil returned that evening, we both wrapped ourselves around him, and smothered him with kisses. He was very pleased and happy and returned our kisses with his own repeated, fervent and passionate kisses, alternating between Samantha and I. We had dinner and went into the bedroom. Both Samantha and I wore transparent nighties, which barely covered our hips, and we were not wearing anything inside. When Sunil entered the room, he was thrilled to see us both in sexy lingerie.
I caught hold of Sunil and started to shower kisses on him and Samantha pulled down his Bermudas and made him naked and taking his dick in her mouth, started to lick and suck it. Sunil placed his palm over my cunt and shoving his fingers inside, started to rub my G Spot, and the flow of my warm waters commenced. Then Sunil carried us to the bed one by one, and started to lick each of our pussies in turn and drinking deep of the sweet womanly juices and saying what a lucky man he was to have understanding wives.
I took Sunil's manhood into my mouth, and sucking vigorously of it and he exploded in my mouth. This was the first time I had sucked Sunil off and I had never tasted his man juice before and it had a different taste that I had never had tasted before, enjoying it, I swallowed it completely and drained his shaft to the last drop. Samantha was servicing my cunt with her mouth in the meanwhile and massaging my thighs with her hands. Samantha and I alternated to suck on his dick, raising it, while he would lick me or Samantha on our womanhoods as one of us serviced his cock
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As his cock reached a full erection, with all this three play and foreplay, he took our cunts one by one, as we lay on the bed. Spearing one cunt slowly, he would withdraw and shove it into the other waiting cunt. The cockless cunt would be fingered by his active thumb and index fingers. He drove out to seven heavens that night, and till we were fully sated, he did not stop. We were all exhausted by the multiple orgasms we gave each other, and slept in an embrace, Sunil in the middle, we by his side, one arm draped loving around each wife, our faces on either side, my lips on his right cheek, Samantha's on his left.
In the morning, Samantha woke up early, and brought us the morning tea. Before serving us, she bent and touched our feet, and then touched her eyes with her fingertips. She continued to do that every day. And she would touch our feet again in the evening, when Sunil came home from work.
We adjusted smoothly into our new routine, and Samantha would get calls from her agency with appointments for the day. I told Sunil to buy her a two-wheeler so that she could commute easily. As Samantha was very good at her practice, she was soon having a steady income. In the first Monday of every month, she would come to me when I was alone, and hand over her pay check to me. "Didi, this is what I must give you", she would say, falling on my feet, tears of gratitude streaming down her face. I would always tell; her to send it all to her mother, as she was dependent on Samantha. We would go to the nearby bank, and make the deposit.
I gradually became very fond of Samantha, as she was by nature, a honest and very devoted family person. I got a lot of respect from her, and Sunil always treated me with anything I wanted. When I was having periods, he would fuck Samantha exclusively, at other times, I would get the first fuck of the night.
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Kajal...
THE-END
Pls do more of Reba Monica JohnThe next day, my knee was still not fully O.K. and I stayed home from school. Reba brought my breakfast along with a glass of hot milk to my room and giggled as she walked past me. As soon as she was alone with me, she leaned over, kissed me tenderly, and left my room.
Later in the day, Reba brought me my lunch while I sat at my desk doing my homework. She had her hair tied into a bun. She then took me by the hand to the bed and lay down beside me. She embraced me and unbuttoned her blouse. She was not wearing a bra and her magnificent globes popped out. Her boobs were full, firm and her nipples were very erect. She held my head, guided it and buried it in her bosom. She placed an erect nipple into my mouth.
"Suck it moaneh! I love your lips and tongue on my nipples!"
I sucked her nipples and gently squeezed her firm breasts.
She had on a short skirt, and as she moved about on the bed, I could see that she was not wearing any panties either. I moved my fingers from her breasts to her pussy. My cock was erect and she soon grabbed it and started stroking it, while I played with her bush and wet pussy. Reba took her skirt off and straddled me; I had a full view of her luxuriant bush and pussy. She reached over and let down her hair.
Her clean, washed, curly hair fell over her shoulders and Reba looked like a goddess! That was when I noticed her dark tinted pussy lips that had parted by now and went all the way up to her tiny pink clitoris that was peeping out from under her hood. Her labia were quite plump and fleshy to my touch. I decide to tease her and traced the outline of her pussy lips with my fingers.
My cock was rock hard and Reba pulled the foreskin down and admired the glans. There was a drop of precum that she quickly spread over the glans with her finger. She stroked my cock, and leaned over and again let me suck her nipples and caress her boobs.
She whispered, lick my neck and nibble at my earlobes – I like that – it feels good"
I kissed her neck, licked it and then gently nibbled at her earlobes. Reba loved it.
She moaned, "Aaaaaahhhhhh...!
My fingers concentrated on her pussy and Reba's moaning grew louder. As I fingered her, I wondered whether my cock would go inside her small, tight pussy.
I did not have to wonder for long; Reba straddled me, got on top of me, and guided my stiff cock into her hot, wet, dripping pussy. She guided my cock head into her tight pussy and cried out as the head went right inside.
"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh...! Squeeze my breasts."
Reba was riding me cowgirl style, and I felt like I died and went to heaven.
Her pussy had a vise-like grip on my cock and I realized that Reba's pussy was slippery and tight. It felt like she had strong muscles inside her pussy. Reba grabbed my hips and coordinated our movements all the while moaning. Soon she had my full 7 inches inside her and she pumped me with long and hard strokes. I was delirious with pleasure. I reached over and caressed her clitoris, first up and down, and then from side to side.
She screamed, "My God." I could feel her desire get stronger and stronger as she fucked me harder and faster.
After about eight minutes of hard pumping, Reba leaned towards me, grabbed me by my shoulders, and fucked me furiously. Then our movements reached a feverish pitch, and I felt her pussy muscles tighten even further, and spasm.
She screamed, "Oh my God! I'm cummmming...! Fuck me Faster Aaaaayyyyyyoooohhhhh...!"
I felt her juices squirt and run down my cock. That's when I stiffened, my body spasmmed and jerked from under her. My cock enlarged and got even stiffer. Once again I felt the strange, great pleasurable sensation like an explosion.
I screamed, "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh...! Rebaaaaaa...! Rebaaaaaa...!" as my cock spurted its hot semen in several contractions deep inside her pussy. Reba continued her movements well after we had both cum. Our juices started to drip down her pussy and down my cock. It was a glorious way to be introduced to the pleasures of sexual intercourse, by having my hard cock inside the tight pussy of a beautiful and sensitive woman.
Over the next several months, Reba and I would fuck every chance we got. She took some type of ayurvedic medicine to keep from getting pregnant, and we both got more and more skilled at fucking. We tried out various positions and Reba's favorites were to ride me cowgirl, or to fuck me doggy style while I stimulated her clitoris.
Some boys in school had obtained a copy of the sex book "Kama Sutra." We all took clandestine turns reading it and the chapters on oral sex were very intriguing to all of us. I was curious and scared. I could not ask my girlfriend to perform this for fear of getting my face slapped, or even worse, rejection. The Kama Sutra depicted oral sex as very normal and enjoyable. How could I learn more? Then suddenly, I thought of my housemaid, Reba. She was very caring and had taught me how to masturbate, and how to fuck. Maybe she would teach me this also.
So, I borrowed the Kama Sutra book, and one day when Reba was alone with me in my bedroom, showed her the book.
"Reba, do you know about oral sex?"
Reba laughed, "Of course; my high school boyfriend taught me how to do it – it's a lot of fun – do you want me to teach you that too?"
"Yes Reba, please – Thank you. When do we start?"
"First, you take a bath Mohan; then I'll bathe, and meet you back here"
I almost ran to the bathroom and started to take a bath. Then Reba went to the downstairs bathroom and bathed. (We couldn't bathe together because my parents were downstairs). Then she came back to my bedroom.
My cock was already hard and erect in anticipation. Reba did not waste any time, quickly undressed, and went directly to my rigid cock that appeared to be paying homage to her, and her magnificent body. Here was my goddess Reba next to me, in all her glory. She looked ravishing with her curly flowing hair, firm perky breasts, erect nipples, and luxurious bush with the most beautiful pussy lips nestled within, and the bud of her pink clitoris trying to peep from under its hood.
Reba held my firm hard cock, pulled the foreskin down, exposed the bulbous mushroom glans of my penis, and stroked it. She then gave it a kiss, ran her tongue over the dewdrop of precum at the tip, and licked the head with a few strokes. She put the entire head inside her mouth, and caressed it with her tongue and lips carefully avoiding any contact with her teeth.
I cried, "Oh my God! Reba! Rebaaaaa...!"
Reba then moved her mouth up and down, stroking my penis with her luscious lips and her mouth. It felt heavenly! It was a new kind of pleasure. She did this for about five minutes, which is when I stopped her.
"Reba, this is absolutely terrific! I want to do the same for you."
Reba was reluctant at first, but gave in to my request. She lay on her back, bent her legs, and spread them a little bit, just wide enough for me to get my head in between them. Then she told me to gently kiss her inner thighs starting from her knees all the way to her pussy, but to stop short. She explained that this would get the woman all warmed up and after about fifteen minutes of kissing her thighs, tummy, breasts, nipples, neck, toes, back of the knees, the woman would be hot and ready for her pussy, and later her clitoris, to be licked. Reba was a great teacher. I did exactly as Reba told me and proceeded to kiss and lick her everywhere except her pussy. Reba's breathing got deeper and her moaning grew louder. Her hand was on my head, and she slowly guided my head to her warm and wet pussy. I licked her plump labia that were engorged with blood at this point. I licked her left labia all around and then her right labia and started all over again.
Gradually I moved my tongue closer to her pussy lips and ran my tongue between her inner pussy lips up and down. I felt Reba's body shudder and she was moaning louder.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh...! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh...! My golden boy."
After a few minutes of licking her cunt lips and running my tongue at the opening of her vagina, Reba reached over, pulled the hood of her clitoris with her fingers, and exposed her tiny, but hard, pink love button to my full view.
"Reba, what is this called?" I asked her, and touched it with the tip of my tongue.
"We say 'kandhu' in Malayalam, but I like the word 'clit' – it sounds better."
"Yes, I like the word 'clit' better as well," I replied before licking her clitoris with some light strokes.
She screamed, "Yes! Yes! You got it! Right there! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh...! Aaaaayyyyyyoooohhhhh...! (My God)."
She was bucking and grinding her pelvis into my face as I licked her clitoris. I made some long strokes with my tongue, starting with her vagina and ending with her clitoris.
Her thrusts kept getting greater and greater, and faster and faster. Her body shuddered.
Reba screamed, "Oh my God! Don't stop! Don't stop! Pleeeaaasseeee don't stop."
I kept up the pace and continued the motion faster and faster.
"Oh my God! Endah deyvehmeah...! Aaaaayyyyyyoooohhhhh...! Endah kandhu kaddicku moaneh! Bite my clit I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnggggg...! I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnggggg...! Oooooooowwwwwww ...!"
Her pussy filled with her juices, and I licked and swallowed every drop of her sweet pussy juice. Reba felt very shy of her bold and brazen bucking, and told me that her pleasure was uncontrollable. So this was one half of oral sex.
"Reba, you taste good – I love it."
"Your turn now." Then she kissed me.
Reba turned me over on my back, took firm control of my stiff cock with her lips, and licked the bulbous mushroom head and the shaft thoroughly.
"Your cock looks so beautiful, Mohan – you must fuck me afterwards."
Reba moved her entire mouth up and down on my cock and the feeling was heavenly. She then took the entire length of six inches down her throat. She gagged once, blushed, but recovered quickly and did it again a few more times. I was just delirious with pleasure and was dying to cum in her mouth, which was what she wanted me to do.
After about ten minutes of sucking, Reba was in a high state of arousal, and pleaded with me to fuck her just a few strokes, since she felt very horny with all the sucking and deep throating.
"Fuck me hard, Mohan, and when you are ready to cum, I will suck you off. I want you to cum in my mouth."
Reba lay on her back. I mounted her on top, and my cock expertly guided itself to her pussy and found her cunt without any external help.
I cried, "Aaaaaahhhhhh...!" as I entered her tight, velvety smooth pussy.
She wrapped her legs around my back, moved her pelvis, and was fucking me with long fast strokes at first, and then, furiously. That is when I realized how horny Reba was! She moved her body and her hips like a wild animal!
She screamed, Faster Aaaaayyyyyyoooohhhhh...! I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnggggg...! Fuck mmmeeeee...! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh...!"
I felt her wet cum on my cock and continued to fuck her feverishly. Reba reciprocated by thrusting her pelvis to match my strokes.
We went faster and faster and all the while Reba kept the pace and fucked me harder and harder. I was getting close to ejaculation.
I cried out, "Oh Reba! Thrust – Milk my cock, Reba".
"Wait, wait – Cum in my mouth – I'll suck your cock – pull it out and I'll suck it"
When I felt ready to explode, I pulled my cock from her wet cunt and quickly moved ahead and put it in her mouth. Her lips clamped on my cock head and she vigorously stroked the shaft with her hand. She moved her mouth faster and faster and then I stiffened, my cock enlarged, and I ejaculated about seven or eight spurts, shooting my semen deep inside her mouth.
I screamed, "Oh Reba! Rebaaaaaaaaaaaa...! Rebaaaaaaaaaaa...!"
Reba, while she continued her mouth movements, cried out, "Oooohhhh! Uuuuummmmm...! Uuuuummmmm...!" and swallowed every drop of my semen.
She continued sucking me gently for a few more minutes until my cock relaxed in her mouth. She giggled, and told me that she had an orgasm while swallowing my cum.
Reba smiled and said, "congratulations) your cum tastes good," and nodded approval.
This was the second part of oral sex. Both parts were great!
Can't say which one is better.
I looked at my face in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised. My face looked like a glazed donut – with Reba's pussy juice all over it!
THE-END
Wow, however don't do her's pls pls.Nivetha pulled her legs up, turning onto her side and curling into the fetal position. She reached down to her battered and used pussy, and shuttered as she felt Jamal's cum leak out from her in warm thick gooey rivulets that ran down her ass to pool onto the already soiled mattress.
Nivetha laid still and watched as Jamal cleaned his cum covered dick off with her panties again, this time putting them in his pocket, no doubt intent on keeping them as some sort of trophy. She then noticed Riya for the first time as she started slowly taking off her own clothes, but Jamal yelled out, stopping her in her tracks, "Leave her. We don't have time for that shit."
Just then Nivetha noticed the magnificent sound of sirens in the background, slowly getting closer, "Someone finally realized I'm not back at the office," she thought.
"Be glad your pig friends are coming to rescue you, otherwise you'd be spending the rest of the day licking my pussy," threatened Riya as she advanced on Nivetha.
"And don't even think of telling them what happened, not unless you want your fiance and all of your family and friends to see the porno I shot!" Riya then held her phone in front of Nivetha's face and pressed play on one of the videos she took, "This one is my favorite," she said, "You can really tell you're getting into it as you fuck back on my mans dick!"
A look of shock came over Nivetha's face, she'd been so out of it that she hadn't even noticed that she was being filmed. "Oh my god," she thought, remembering some of the things she had did and said.
"That's right slut," laughed Riya, "'AHHHH, OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO CUM', haha you fucking slut!"
"Come on," said Jamal, pulling Riya away, "Time to get going."
And with that both Jamal and the Riya ran out of the house leaving Nivetha all alone on the mattress, covered in sweat and cum. Nivetha took a minute to compose herself before getting up on wobbly legs. She couldn't believe how sore she was, never in her life had she ever been fucked so violently or by anyone near as large as Jamal. She slowly hobbled over to the living room where she found all of belongings, including her gun.
Nivetha collapsed to her knees and sobbed as she collected her stuff, the last string of Jamal's cum falling from her pussy to the dirty floor. With nothing to clean herself, Nivetha was forced to use the inside of her shirt to wipe all of the thick cum that had leaked from her swollen aching slit to cover the inside of her thighs.
It took her a few minutes but Nivetha finally managed to get dressed and make it out of the abandoned house.
She ran into her coworkers down the block. They were doing a house to house search and when they found her she lied and told them she got jumped from behind and knocked out after her last transmission. None of them seemed too suspicious of the fact she lacked any sort of head wound and thankfully by some miracle none of them noticed any of the "stains" on her exposed face, hands, or hair.
Nivetha was back to work within a week, her cover story not really giving her much of an excuse to take more time than that off. It didn't take long for Jamal to get picked up on his warrant and thrown back in jail. As far as Nivetha could tell he hadn't told anyone about what happened, at least if he had it hadn't gotten back to any of the officers at the detachment.
With Jamal out of the way, Riya ended up getting pinched on a small time drug possession charge and was living at a halfway house pending her trial. Nivetha didn't know if what happened to her would get out, but she knew that if she were to have any sort of plausible deniability that she had to at least get that cell phone back from Riya.
THE-END
Thank you both so much for this. Could you make a PDF for a Night of Error as well please?
Will work around bro... Needs time a lot...
#Man of the House Part: 1
Cherry
"Ugh, I can't believe how much homework Ms. Ayers gave us for math," my cousin and best friend groaned. She shook her head, her braid of sandy-blonde hair dancing across her shoulders. "Doesn't she know it's the weekend, Cherry? I don't want to spend it on figuring out sine, cosine, and tangent."
I snorted, nodding my head. Sara hated math. "How long until you scream at your homework and then throw it out your bedroom window?"
"I did that once, asshole," she said, giving me a glare followed up by a light punch on my shoulder. "One time. In high school. That was ages ago."
"Or four years. Not that long ago."
She rolled her eyes. "I'll just copy off your homework."
"What makes you think I know how to do it?" I asked with a grunt.
"Because you don't want me to fail." She sidled closer to me, her arm almost brushing mine. My hand clenched. I wanted to reach out and take her hand, holding it.
But we were in public. It was one thing to be best friends with your nineteen-year-old cousin, it was another thing to hold her hand like she was your girlfriend. I couldn't help staring at the profile of her face as we walked, her nose a small, cute protrusion, her lips pursed. They were pink. Sara didn't wear much lipstick. But she really didn't need it. She had a natural beauty even when she wore loose t-shirts and comfortable jeans.. She didn't wear the tight clothing like the other girls at our college, flaunting her body, wanting all the boys to look at her.
It was why we had been best friends for as long as either of us could remember. We were both nineteen, though I was younger by a month, and we had grown up living next door. I don't know why our mothers, who were sisters, decided to live side-by-side, but it was hard not to run around with Sara as a kid. She liked climbing trees, playing soldiers, riding bikes, and playing video games. She truly was my best friend.
And then a year ago, things changed. We were in my room hanging out on my bed, talking, doing homework around and...we kissed. It was almost accidental. She had turned to me as I leaned in to tickle her, and our lips bumped.
And we didn't pull away.
Now we were kissing cousins. We made out every chance we had. I wanted to do so much more with her, but we were first cousins. Our mothers were sisters. It was...wrong. Incest. We both felt it. But we both enjoyed the kissing, the touching, the intimacy.
I felt like she was even more of my best friend after a year of sneaking around. And when my dad died six months back, she was the only one in the family who helped me deal with it. Mom was lost to her boxes of wine, my older sister was just a cunt, and my younger sister retreated even farther into her books. Aunt Shruti, Sara's mother, tried, but she just made it worse.
But Sara was someone I could talk to, share things with. Hell, I could even cry a bit around her without her thinking I was a pussy.
"So you better do your homework well," Sara said, bumping her shoulder into me. It was our way of holding hands. We had a lot of little ways of showing affection around other people that didn't look weird. "Because I don't want to fail."
"So, as the man, I have to take care of you?" I arched an eyebrow. "Pretty sexist of you."
"I enjoy traditional gender roles when they benefit me," she grinned and licked her lips. It was a deliberate, slow lick.
My heart beat faster. It was her way of kissing me in public. Damn, I wish we weren't on the sidewalk of our street, our feet crunching on the first leaves of autumn fallen from Japanese maple. Why did we have to be first cousins? If she was just the girl next door, we would have fucked already. We could have been fucking for months.
Then I wouldn't be a damned virgin.
"Fine, I'll take care of your lazy ass," I said, a grin on my lips, my tone light.
"Lazy?" She arched an eyebrow then lowered her voice. "I thought my ass was hot, not lazy. You loved it in those panties I bought."
My grin spread large, hungrily. Recently, she was stripping down to her underwear for our make out sessions. We were flirting closer and closer with going all the way. With crossing that line into real incest.
"I loved it," I grinned. "Maybe if you want to copy my homework, you need to show me another pair of exciting panties."
"But you already told me you would. No take backs."
I groaned. "Fine. But...if you want me to do my best, I need incentives."
Her grin grew. Her lips were so kissable. I wondered what flavor of lip gloss she wore today. I hoped it was apricot. I liked that flavor on her lips.
We reached our houses, the shade of the giant chestnut tree in my front yard falling over us. The tree's broad, green canopy covered most of my yard and a quarter of Sara's. My house was gray with mauve trim--my mother chose the scheme and Dad painted it--and rose three stories, my room in the attic. Aunt Shruti's house was reddish-brown, only two stories, and smaller.
Dad had also painted it. Aunt Shruti didn't have a husband or even a boyfriend.
"So, you do your homework, Mister," she told me, giving me a smile. "I'll be over in an hour or so."
"Fine," I grumbled. I took her hand for a brief moment, giving her a squeeze. It was my way of kissing her in public--she would only laugh when I licked my lips slowly. It was sexy on a girl, but not on a guy apparently.
She licked her lips slowly. My dick ached in my jeans. And then my cousin broke away for her house, and I headed to mine. My mom's car was in the driveway. I groaned. She should be at work for another two hours. I hope she hadn't taken another half-day.
She would get fired if she kept doing that. Dad's death hit Mom hard. Everything was falling apart, and I was the only one that seemed to care.
I entered the house and ran almost smack into Janhvi, my eighteen-year-old cousin. She and Sara were a year and a few months apart in age. Aunt Shruti had popped them out with the deadbeat asshole she used to date before he took off with another woman. been the closest thing to a father they knew.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, groaning at the piece of toast slathered in Nutella jammed in her mouth.
She mumbled something that might have been, "Eating."
"Don't you have food at your house?"
She ripped the toast from her mouth and stuck her tongue out at me. She may be nineteen, but she acted like she was five. Her black hair was cut in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty, youthful figure. She was slim and had more energy than a crackhead on speed.
"Your food is better," she beamed.
I groaned at her annoying nickname for me. "Did you clean up your mess?"
"Nope." She flashed me a grin then darted around me with swift dexterity, ducking my arm as I tried to seize her and haul her ass back to the kitchen. But she played soccer, and she knew how to dance around a defender.
" get your ass back here," I shouted as she crashed through the screen door and raced away from the house laughing. "Dammit."
"Was that Janhvi bursting out of here?" asked my older sister Nidhhi. She walked down the stairs wearing a tight pair of jean shorts and a halter top that enhanced her already impressive breasts, the mounds jiggling as she came down the stairs. I know I shouldn't stare at my sister, but when she was built like a brick house, it was hard not to. Brassy hair fell about her sultry face, her lips dark-red and looked so plump and kissable.
Nidhhi had the biggest tits in the family. I know I loved Sara, but, damn, my sister had a body that would not quit. She had just turned twenty and loved to flaunt her stuff. She sauntered by me, her hips rolling, her exposed midriff.
"How was college, squirt?" she asked, ruffling my hair. "Did Ms. Ayers give you a ton of homework?"
I scowled as I patted my dark hair back into place. I hated when she ruffled it. And when she called me squirt. We were a year-and-a-half a part in age but I was only a grade behind her--a junior That didn't matter. She treated me like I was a fucking kid. "Yeah."
"Knew it. Always loves to give a ton of homework on the weekends. Had her last year. The worse."
I followed her into the kitchen and groaned at the disaster Janhvi left behind. How did she create such a mess making a piece of toast? "You see this shit?"
"Yep," Nidhhi said, opening the fridge and bending over. Those jean shorts molded to her ass. They were so tight, and I didn't see any panty line. I flushed, my dick hardening Why couldn't Sara dress like that some of the time. Nidhhi's hips swayed as she rooted around the fridge. She bent over more, and I could see a prominent cameltoe, the jean shorts hugging her pussy. Damn. "Ugh, Mom hasn't gone grocery shopping yet. No OJ."
I wrenched my gaze away before she caught me staring, my dick so damned hard, and grabbed the still-open jar of Nutella. I screwed on the lid. Hard. "She said she would tomorrow."
"Right," my sister said with sarcasm, settling on a pitcher of grape juice. She poured a glass and leaned against the counter watching me clean up Janhvi's mess.
"You want to help?" I asked as I sealed the loaf of bread with the plastic thingie and put it into the cupboard.
"Not really, squirt."
I grit my teeth. Everything was going to shit. She wouldn't sit there and watch me clean if Dad was alive. And he never would have put up with Janhvi making a mess and not cleaning it up either. He would have bent his niece over his knee and spanked her ass.
Nidhhi pulled out her iPhone with her other hand, texting while sipping at her grape juice. I grabbed a cloth and wiped the counter down. I hated messes. Things should be tidy. Orderly. Dad always said a house is a reflection of its master. A clean house meant a man who was in charge, a man who kept his family working smoothly, made sure his children did their chores.
Discipline.
And it was gone.
Mom's heels clicked as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her business skirt and blouse, her dyed-blonde hair in a messy bun. The roots of her hair were dark-black. She didn't wear much makeup or did more with her hair than pull it back into a bun these days. She dyed her hair and kept it long because Dad liked it, and she still half-heartily kept it up.
"What's for dinner?" I asked Mom as she headed for the lower cabinet beside the sink. I tried not to stare at her skirt pulled tight over her ass.
My sister had inherited her brick-house body from our mother.
"Order what you want," Mom said, her voice tired. She rose, clutching a box of wine in one hand. "I'm too tired to cook tonight."
"You're too tired to cook any night," I muttered. She used to cook dinner every night save Fridays and Sundays. Dad liked home-cooked meals. So did I. Ordering pizza or subs got old fast.
Mom didn't respond as she walked past. "I'm going over to Shruti's."
As she walked out, my sister muttered, "I see she restocked on box wine."
I grunted.
"Buck up, squirt," Nidhhi said, ruffling my hair as she passed her. I scowled at her. "You get to pick dinner. Since you're the man of the house now."
I hated her mocking smile. "Shut up."
"See, already taking charge." She finished her glass of grape juice and set it down on the counter two feet from the sink.
"You going to rinse that out?"
She shrugged. "Need to get to work."
My eyebrows arched. "They let you work at Dairy Queen dressed like that?"
"They have uniforms for us to wear at the store," she said, snagging her purse. "One of us needs to get the money to pay for Mom's wine. Maybe you should man up and get a job?"
She had just gotten a job where her friend, Nabha, had started working. It shocked me that she would even get a job. She was a lazy cow. I grabbed her glass as she sauntered by, staring at her phone.
It beeped and she let out a pleased sound. "Ooh, she's here."
The front door opened a moment later. Nabha sauntered into the kitchen, with a big smile on her face and delightful dimples. She gave my sister a hug as I rinsed out Nidhhi's glass. If I didn't wash it, the glass would just stay on the damned counter all night. My hand clenched on it. If Dad was alive, he would spank Nidhhi no matter what her age was for doing that.
"And there's the stud," Nabha said, sauntering over to me. She wore a tight, short skirt and thigh-high, heeled boots. I smelled her perfume as she leaned against the counter. "How you doing?"
I frowned at her. "Same as when we shared World History today."
It was Aunt Shruti's class. She taught history at our college. Not that her being my aunt caused her to cut me any slack. I had taken classes taught by her before, and she made sure I didn't half-ass my homework, not wanting to show any nepotism. The irony of that sucked.
"Your hair's ruffled," Nabha said, leaning against me, her breasts straining the belly shirt she wore. I could see the outline of her nipples.
She wasn't wearing a bra.
Damn, why did I have to be surrounded by women I couldn't do anything with? Sexy women. Nidhhi would kill me if I made a move on her best friend. And Nabha knew it.
She was a cocktease.
"I like a man with mused hair," she purred, her voice growing husky. "Makes them look..dangerous."
I took a deep breath. "Cool." She was just fucking with me. Right? The way she spoke, the way her eyes burned as she leaned into me, the scent of her perfume.
Sara should wear perfume.
"We need to go,Dandi," Nidhhi said. Don't ask me why my sister calls her friend Dandi. Or why Nabha called my sister Yunie.
"Right, Yunie," laughed Nabha, pushing away from the counter. "Got to go make those mad bills."
She hooked my sister's arm and the pair strode out. "Later, squirt," called my sister.
I almost threw her glass to the floor. I hated when she called me squirt. "I'm not a fucking little boy, bitch."
She laughed. The front door closed.
I put her glass into the dishwasher. It was full, so I added soap and started the load. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my shoes ringing on the hardwood runners. Dad put hardwood floors throughout all the house for Mom when I was ten or so. "Let the women decide on the decorating," Dad told me. "Then do it for them. Show them you're handy, skilled. Women like knowing their men are handy. Keep them happy, and they'll please you, son."
Fuck, I missed him. I hadn't even been in his shed in the backyard where he had his carpenter tools since he died. Too fucking painful.
I reached the second floor hallway and crossed it to the attic stairs. My little sister's door opened, and she strode out, her face staring intently at her Kindle. She was the only member of the family without a smartphone or a tablet. But she had her Kindle eReader. She pushed her glasses absently up her cute nose and then gasped when she saw me.
"Cherry," she groaned, clutching her Kindle to her chest. At eighteen, she was small and skinny, her light-brown hair in girlish pigtails. She just started as a freshman at my college. "You scared me."
"Don't walk around with your nose in a the kindle then, Ananya," I retorted.
She shrugged, turned, and walked to the bathroom, her eyes locked on her book. I sighed. I hardly even spoke to her since Dad's death. She spent all her time in her room, even eating in there these days. What few friends she did have seemed to have fallen away.
Damn, maybe I should talk to her or something?
I groaned and headed up the stairs to the attic. My bedroom took up half of it, the other was storage filled with cardboard boxes full of decorations, old clothes, and the usual junk any family accumulates over the years. My door was the one on the left at the top of the stairs. I thrust it open and dropped my backpack when I walked in.
My room was neat, tidy. I liked it that way. My bed was underneath the sloping attic ceiling. I had only the one window, a dormer thrusting through the roof. I could stand up to my full height in it. The walls were painted blue--a project I did with Dad a decade or more ago. I flopped onto my bed, my eyes suddenly heavy.
I should start on the homework. Sara would be here soon, but it had been a long week, a long month.
A long series of months.
I closed my eyes, breathing slow, and didn't fight the nap pulling me down into sleep.
* * *
Cherry
"Ugh, I can't believe how much homework Ms. Ayers gave us for math," my cousin and best friend groaned. She shook her head, her braid of sandy-blonde hair dancing across her shoulders. "Doesn't she know it's the weekend, Cherry? I don't want to spend it on figuring out sine, cosine, and tangent."
I snorted, nodding my head. Sara hated math. "How long until you scream at your homework and then throw it out your bedroom window?"
"I did that once, asshole," she said, giving me a glare followed up by a light punch on my shoulder. "One time. In high school. That was ages ago."
"Or four years. Not that long ago."
She rolled her eyes. "I'll just copy off your homework."
"What makes you think I know how to do it?" I asked with a grunt.
"Because you don't want me to fail." She sidled closer to me, her arm almost brushing mine. My hand clenched. I wanted to reach out and take her hand, holding it.
But we were in public. It was one thing to be best friends with your nineteen-year-old cousin, it was another thing to hold her hand like she was your girlfriend. I couldn't help staring at the profile of her face as we walked, her nose a small, cute protrusion, her lips pursed. They were pink. Sara didn't wear much lipstick. But she really didn't need it. She had a natural beauty even when she wore loose t-shirts and comfortable jeans.. She didn't wear the tight clothing like the other girls at our college, flaunting her body, wanting all the boys to look at her.
It was why we had been best friends for as long as either of us could remember. We were both nineteen, though I was younger by a month, and we had grown up living next door. I don't know why our mothers, who were sisters, decided to live side-by-side, but it was hard not to run around with Sara as a kid. She liked climbing trees, playing soldiers, riding bikes, and playing video games. She truly was my best friend.
And then a year ago, things changed. We were in my room hanging out on my bed, talking, doing homework around and...we kissed. It was almost accidental. She had turned to me as I leaned in to tickle her, and our lips bumped.
And we didn't pull away.
Now we were kissing cousins. We made out every chance we had. I wanted to do so much more with her, but we were first cousins. Our mothers were sisters. It was...wrong. Incest. We both felt it. But we both enjoyed the kissing, the touching, the intimacy.
I felt like she was even more of my best friend after a year of sneaking around. And when my dad died six months back, she was the only one in the family who helped me deal with it. Mom was lost to her boxes of wine, my older sister was just a cunt, and my younger sister retreated even farther into her books. Aunt Shruti, Sara's mother, tried, but she just made it worse.
But Sara was someone I could talk to, share things with. Hell, I could even cry a bit around her without her thinking I was a pussy.
"So you better do your homework well," Sara said, bumping her shoulder into me. It was our way of holding hands. We had a lot of little ways of showing affection around other people that didn't look weird. "Because I don't want to fail."
"So, as the man, I have to take care of you?" I arched an eyebrow. "Pretty sexist of you."
"I enjoy traditional gender roles when they benefit me," she grinned and licked her lips. It was a deliberate, slow lick.
My heart beat faster. It was her way of kissing me in public. Damn, I wish we weren't on the sidewalk of our street, our feet crunching on the first leaves of autumn fallen from Japanese maple. Why did we have to be first cousins? If she was just the girl next door, we would have fucked already. We could have been fucking for months.
Then I wouldn't be a damned virgin.
"Fine, I'll take care of your lazy ass," I said, a grin on my lips, my tone light.
"Lazy?" She arched an eyebrow then lowered her voice. "I thought my ass was hot, not lazy. You loved it in those panties I bought."
My grin spread large, hungrily. Recently, she was stripping down to her underwear for our make out sessions. We were flirting closer and closer with going all the way. With crossing that line into real incest.
"I loved it," I grinned. "Maybe if you want to copy my homework, you need to show me another pair of exciting panties."
"But you already told me you would. No take backs."
I groaned. "Fine. But...if you want me to do my best, I need incentives."
Her grin grew. Her lips were so kissable. I wondered what flavor of lip gloss she wore today. I hoped it was apricot. I liked that flavor on her lips.
We reached our houses, the shade of the giant chestnut tree in my front yard falling over us. The tree's broad, green canopy covered most of my yard and a quarter of Sara's. My house was gray with mauve trim--my mother chose the scheme and Dad painted it--and rose three stories, my room in the attic. Aunt Shruti's house was reddish-brown, only two stories, and smaller.
Dad had also painted it. Aunt Shruti didn't have a husband or even a boyfriend.
"So, you do your homework, Mister," she told me, giving me a smile. "I'll be over in an hour or so."
"Fine," I grumbled. I took her hand for a brief moment, giving her a squeeze. It was my way of kissing her in public--she would only laugh when I licked my lips slowly. It was sexy on a girl, but not on a guy apparently.
She licked her lips slowly. My dick ached in my jeans. And then my cousin broke away for her house, and I headed to mine. My mom's car was in the driveway. I groaned. She should be at work for another two hours. I hope she hadn't taken another half-day.
She would get fired if she kept doing that. Dad's death hit Mom hard. Everything was falling apart, and I was the only one that seemed to care.
I entered the house and ran almost smack into Janhvi, my eighteen-year-old cousin. She and Sara were a year and a few months apart in age. Aunt Shruti had popped them out with the deadbeat asshole she used to date before he took off with another woman. been the closest thing to a father they knew.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, groaning at the piece of toast slathered in Nutella jammed in her mouth.
She mumbled something that might have been, "Eating."
"Don't you have food at your house?"
She ripped the toast from her mouth and stuck her tongue out at me. She may be nineteen, but she acted like she was five. Her black hair was cut in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty, youthful figure. She was slim and had more energy than a crackhead on speed.
"Your food is better," she beamed.
I groaned at her annoying nickname for me. "Did you clean up your mess?"
"Nope." She flashed me a grin then darted around me with swift dexterity, ducking my arm as I tried to seize her and haul her ass back to the kitchen. But she played soccer, and she knew how to dance around a defender.
" get your ass back here," I shouted as she crashed through the screen door and raced away from the house laughing. "Dammit."
"Was that Janhvi bursting out of here?" asked my older sister Nidhhi. She walked down the stairs wearing a tight pair of jean shorts and a halter top that enhanced her already impressive breasts, the mounds jiggling as she came down the stairs. I know I shouldn't stare at my sister, but when she was built like a brick house, it was hard not to. Brassy hair fell about her sultry face, her lips dark-red and looked so plump and kissable.
Nidhhi had the biggest tits in the family. I know I loved Sara, but, damn, my sister had a body that would not quit. She had just turned twenty and loved to flaunt her stuff. She sauntered by me, her hips rolling, her exposed midriff.
"How was college, squirt?" she asked, ruffling my hair. "Did Ms. Ayers give you a ton of homework?"
I scowled as I patted my dark hair back into place. I hated when she ruffled it. And when she called me squirt. We were a year-and-a-half a part in age but I was only a grade behind her--a junior That didn't matter. She treated me like I was a fucking kid. "Yeah."
"Knew it. Always loves to give a ton of homework on the weekends. Had her last year. The worse."
I followed her into the kitchen and groaned at the disaster Janhvi left behind. How did she create such a mess making a piece of toast? "You see this shit?"
"Yep," Nidhhi said, opening the fridge and bending over. Those jean shorts molded to her ass. They were so tight, and I didn't see any panty line. I flushed, my dick hardening Why couldn't Sara dress like that some of the time. Nidhhi's hips swayed as she rooted around the fridge. She bent over more, and I could see a prominent cameltoe, the jean shorts hugging her pussy. Damn. "Ugh, Mom hasn't gone grocery shopping yet. No OJ."
I wrenched my gaze away before she caught me staring, my dick so damned hard, and grabbed the still-open jar of Nutella. I screwed on the lid. Hard. "She said she would tomorrow."
"Right," my sister said with sarcasm, settling on a pitcher of grape juice. She poured a glass and leaned against the counter watching me clean up Janhvi's mess.
"You want to help?" I asked as I sealed the loaf of bread with the plastic thingie and put it into the cupboard.
"Not really, squirt."
I grit my teeth. Everything was going to shit. She wouldn't sit there and watch me clean if Dad was alive. And he never would have put up with Janhvi making a mess and not cleaning it up either. He would have bent his niece over his knee and spanked her ass.
Nidhhi pulled out her iPhone with her other hand, texting while sipping at her grape juice. I grabbed a cloth and wiped the counter down. I hated messes. Things should be tidy. Orderly. Dad always said a house is a reflection of its master. A clean house meant a man who was in charge, a man who kept his family working smoothly, made sure his children did their chores.
Discipline.
And it was gone.
Mom's heels clicked as she walked into the kitchen, still wearing her business skirt and blouse, her dyed-blonde hair in a messy bun. The roots of her hair were dark-black. She didn't wear much makeup or did more with her hair than pull it back into a bun these days. She dyed her hair and kept it long because Dad liked it, and she still half-heartily kept it up.
"What's for dinner?" I asked Mom as she headed for the lower cabinet beside the sink. I tried not to stare at her skirt pulled tight over her ass.
My sister had inherited her brick-house body from our mother.
"Order what you want," Mom said, her voice tired. She rose, clutching a box of wine in one hand. "I'm too tired to cook tonight."
"You're too tired to cook any night," I muttered. She used to cook dinner every night save Fridays and Sundays. Dad liked home-cooked meals. So did I. Ordering pizza or subs got old fast.
Mom didn't respond as she walked past. "I'm going over to Shruti's."
As she walked out, my sister muttered, "I see she restocked on box wine."
I grunted.
"Buck up, squirt," Nidhhi said, ruffling my hair as she passed her. I scowled at her. "You get to pick dinner. Since you're the man of the house now."
I hated her mocking smile. "Shut up."
"See, already taking charge." She finished her glass of grape juice and set it down on the counter two feet from the sink.
"You going to rinse that out?"
She shrugged. "Need to get to work."
My eyebrows arched. "They let you work at Dairy Queen dressed like that?"
"They have uniforms for us to wear at the store," she said, snagging her purse. "One of us needs to get the money to pay for Mom's wine. Maybe you should man up and get a job?"
She had just gotten a job where her friend, Nabha, had started working. It shocked me that she would even get a job. She was a lazy cow. I grabbed her glass as she sauntered by, staring at her phone.
It beeped and she let out a pleased sound. "Ooh, she's here."
The front door opened a moment later. Nabha sauntered into the kitchen, with a big smile on her face and delightful dimples. She gave my sister a hug as I rinsed out Nidhhi's glass. If I didn't wash it, the glass would just stay on the damned counter all night. My hand clenched on it. If Dad was alive, he would spank Nidhhi no matter what her age was for doing that.
"And there's the stud," Nabha said, sauntering over to me. She wore a tight, short skirt and thigh-high, heeled boots. I smelled her perfume as she leaned against the counter. "How you doing?"
I frowned at her. "Same as when we shared World History today."
It was Aunt Shruti's class. She taught history at our college. Not that her being my aunt caused her to cut me any slack. I had taken classes taught by her before, and she made sure I didn't half-ass my homework, not wanting to show any nepotism. The irony of that sucked.
"Your hair's ruffled," Nabha said, leaning against me, her breasts straining the belly shirt she wore. I could see the outline of her nipples.
She wasn't wearing a bra.
Damn, why did I have to be surrounded by women I couldn't do anything with? Sexy women. Nidhhi would kill me if I made a move on her best friend. And Nabha knew it.
She was a cocktease.
"I like a man with mused hair," she purred, her voice growing husky. "Makes them look..dangerous."
I took a deep breath. "Cool." She was just fucking with me. Right? The way she spoke, the way her eyes burned as she leaned into me, the scent of her perfume.
Sara should wear perfume.
"We need to go,Dandi," Nidhhi said. Don't ask me why my sister calls her friend Dandi. Or why Nabha called my sister Yunie.
"Right, Yunie," laughed Nabha, pushing away from the counter. "Got to go make those mad bills."
She hooked my sister's arm and the pair strode out. "Later, squirt," called my sister.
I almost threw her glass to the floor. I hated when she called me squirt. "I'm not a fucking little boy, bitch."
She laughed. The front door closed.
I put her glass into the dishwasher. It was full, so I added soap and started the load. I headed out of the kitchen and upstairs, my shoes ringing on the hardwood runners. Dad put hardwood floors throughout all the house for Mom when I was ten or so. "Let the women decide on the decorating," Dad told me. "Then do it for them. Show them you're handy, skilled. Women like knowing their men are handy. Keep them happy, and they'll please you, son."
Fuck, I missed him. I hadn't even been in his shed in the backyard where he had his carpenter tools since he died. Too fucking painful.
I reached the second floor hallway and crossed it to the attic stairs. My little sister's door opened, and she strode out, her face staring intently at her Kindle. She was the only member of the family without a smartphone or a tablet. But she had her Kindle eReader. She pushed her glasses absently up her cute nose and then gasped when she saw me.
"Cherry," she groaned, clutching her Kindle to her chest. At eighteen, she was small and skinny, her light-brown hair in girlish pigtails. She just started as a freshman at my college. "You scared me."
"Don't walk around with your nose in a the kindle then, Ananya," I retorted.
She shrugged, turned, and walked to the bathroom, her eyes locked on her book. I sighed. I hardly even spoke to her since Dad's death. She spent all her time in her room, even eating in there these days. What few friends she did have seemed to have fallen away.
Damn, maybe I should talk to her or something?
I groaned and headed up the stairs to the attic. My bedroom took up half of it, the other was storage filled with cardboard boxes full of decorations, old clothes, and the usual junk any family accumulates over the years. My door was the one on the left at the top of the stairs. I thrust it open and dropped my backpack when I walked in.
My room was neat, tidy. I liked it that way. My bed was underneath the sloping attic ceiling. I had only the one window, a dormer thrusting through the roof. I could stand up to my full height in it. The walls were painted blue--a project I did with Dad a decade or more ago. I flopped onto my bed, my eyes suddenly heavy.
I should start on the homework. Sara would be here soon, but it had been a long week, a long month.
A long series of months.
I closed my eyes, breathing slow, and didn't fight the nap pulling me down into sleep.
* * *
Sara
I pulled on the tight tank top, shivering at how it molded to my breasts. My nipples were hard. It was so obvious I wasn't wearing a bra. That made me both nervous and excited to go over to my cousin's. No bra. Maybe...I would show my tits to him. And he could touch them directly. Not through my shirt or bra.
Direct contact.
That sent an excited warmth through my pussy as my hips shook. I was scared of taking this step. There was only one place our relationship was heading--sex.
I so wanted to have sex with Cherry. To make love to him. To have him as my first man. Our relationship was forbidden, doomed. We were first cousins. I was practically his sister. We could never be together openly. It was even illegal. But...damn if he wasn't such a sexy, young man, growing strong just like Uncle Chandu had been. Dark hair, broad shoulders, muscular figure, and that strong jawline...
I wiggled my hips, wishing I owned a pair of tighter jeans to show off my curves. I know he liked tight jeans. He couldn't help but look at Nidhhi whenever she pranced around in her tight jeans or shorts, flaunting her cameltoe. I loved teasing Cherry whenever I caught him looking at his older sister.
Damn, why did my best friend have to be my cousin? Then we could date. We could make love. We could hold hands and kiss and hug and not care who saw us.
I grabbed my apricot-flavored lip gloss and applied it. I smacked my lips, tasting the flavor--it wasn't my favorite, but Cherry loved it--and capped it. I took another breath, my stomach twisting. I was showered, freshened up, and sexy. I couldn't date Cherry, but I could hang out with him. Be with him.
I wanted this to last for as long as it could.
I stepped out of my room and passed my younger sister's door. It was half-opened, revealing the chaos that was Janhvi's room, her bed unmade, clothes lying strewn across the floor, a frilly pair of panties dangling from the edge of her desk. No music blared, so she wasn't at home. It was Friday, which meant a date night for most girls, but probably not for Janhvi. I bet she was at the park running. She liked that.
Girl had too much energy.
Voices came from the kitchen. My mom and Aunt Shriya sat on the bar stools talking at the kitchen island, a glass of white wine in my aunt's hand. A box of cheap wine set beside her. She took a long sip as my mom stroked my aunt's arm.
"Hey, Aunt Shriya," I said, streaming through the kitchen.
My mom glanced up and her eyebrows lifted. I blushed, feeling so self-conscious of the tight top I wore. "That's new, honey."
"Yeah," I shrugged. "Picked it up last weekend."
"You heading somewhere? A date?"
"Mom," I said, rolling my eyes. "Just heading next door. Cherry and I have schoolwork to work on."
"Oh, that's nice," Aunt Shriya said, her cheeks red. She lowered her drink and pressed down on the spigot on the side of the wine box. Liquid splashed as she topped off her glass. "How long are you staying?"
"Probably late," I shrugged. "We'll eat dinner, watch some bad movies or something. I might even just crash there."
"Oh, that's cruel. Making your cousin sleep on the floor when you could just walk next door," Mom said.
"Oh, Cherry wouldn't mind," Aunt Shriya said. "He's a gentleman like his father." She took a long drink of her wine. "Just like him..."
I squirmed. It would be so easy for Cherry and I to take that final step in our relationship, to cross the line from harmless kissing into love-making. No one in the family would bat an eye if I was up in his room all night. We had spent our entire lives running around together. I had slept in his room, and he had slept in mine, so many times. I pushed away that thought, my cheeks burning, and asked them, "Well, um, what are you two going to do tonight?"
I needed to get the conversation away from me sleeping over with Cherry just in case someone became suspicious of my tight top and no bra.
Mom glanced at the wine glass in Aunt Shriya's hand. "Oh, soak in the last rays of sunshine by the pool, I think. Probably talk."
They talked a lot lately. Aunt Shriya was drinking too much wine. Sometimes she ended up sleeping over, passing out in Mom's bedroom. Maybe we should have an intervention or something for Aunt Shriya?
"Well, later," I said, squirming. It was too intense in here. I headed next door. I hoped Cherry liked my tank top.
* * *
Cherry
"Son, I'm disappointed in you," my father said.
It wasn't how I expected my dream to start. "Sorry, Dad," I shrugged, not sure how I knew I was dreaming. It just...felt like a dream.
We were in the kitchen. It was a mess, like Hurricane Janhvi had done her worse. "Things are slipping through the cracks, Son. Your mother and sisters are not doing their part. What did I tell you about a clean house?"
"Discipline, Dad," I said. I was aware I was dreaming, so why was this what I was conjuring up? Why not a hot girl? Or Sara? Or Nidhhi?
Or Mom?
"If you want to get laid, your cousin is more than willing," Dad continued.
"What?"
"Sara. Girl's had a crush on you since you were kids. Everyone knows it. And about your crush on her."
"Everyone?" My cheeks burned.
"So why haven't you made your move? She's ripe."
"She's my first cousin, Dad," I said.
"And? You're a man. She's a woman. You want each other. So take her, son. Women love it. Be strong, be dominant. Give her pleasure." He paused, staring at me. "I know you're a virgin, but you've watched enough porn."
"God," I groaned. This was embarrassing, and I knew it wasn't real. "Come on, Dad."
"Now porn isn't realistic, but you've learned some stuff from it. Women love it when you go down on them. You make a woman cum, you lick her to orgasm, and she'll eat out of your hand. She'll want to please you back. She'll suck your cock, swallow your cum, even let you fuck her asshole. Be strong, confident, and in charge. Discipline, Son. You need to keep a strong discipline with your women."
"Fuck, Dad."
"Like I kept it with your mother and your sisters. Never let any of them disrespect me. I never let the house fall to shit. You all understood your chores and you did them. If you didn't..."
"You'd spank us," I muttered. "Are you wanting me to spank my sisters?"
"And your cousins. I kept your aunt's house in line, too. Discipline your cousins for her. It's the man's job."
"Dad, you can't say things like that. Women aren't property."
"Never said they were. But they like a strong man. The respond to it. Show strength, and the women will want to please you, your mother included."
"Great, now you're saying I should seduce Mom. Fuck, I have a horny subconscious"
"Your mother could use a hard fucking." Dad gave me a serious look. "You've seen her hurting. She misses me. She needs what I gave her. I was strong for her. I was there for her to lean against when things were tough. And they've never been tougher for her. So, yes, show her you're a man. And your sisters. And your cousins.
"Especially Sara. You love her. She loves you. Good enough reason to take her in hand and fuck her."
"So you want me to fuck all the women in my life," I said, rolling my eyes. "And I bet you want me to fuck Nabha, too."
"Another girl in need of a man to keep her in line," Dad agreed. "Glad you understand. Make me proud, Son."
The sound of my bedroom door opening banished the dream. I groaned, the sleepy daze of my nap falling away, my cock painfully hard in my jeans. I wish it had been a sex dream instead of my dad telling me to fuck all the women in my life.
Though...that would be...
"Are you sleeping instead of doing the math problems?" Sara asked.
I groaned at the sight of my cousin. She wore a tank top. It was a frilly thing, lacy, two spaghetti straps over her shoulders, the thin material was stretchy and clung to her torso and tits and...
"You're not wearing a bra," I gasped, my dick throbbing harder. She had two hard nipples pointing right at me.
"I'm...not," she said, moving into the room and closing the door behind her.
Dad's words in my dream spoke to me. My cousin wanted me. Why else would she wear that top with no bra? Her round breasts were molded by the fabric. She may as well be naked. Her nipples hard, her cheeks flushed. She wiggled her hips, trembling. I sat on the edge of my bed as she stared at me.
Strength... Confidence...
She licked her lips."So, you need to get to--"
Sara gasped. I cut off her words when I seized her jeans by the belt loops and pulled her close to my bed. Her breasts bounced as she came up before me, her tits right at eye level. I let go of her belt loops, my hands sliding around to grip her ass. They were firm butt-cheeks.
"Cherry," she said, trembling. I lifted my eyes to hers, loose, sandy-blonde hair falling about her face. She had showered and smelled fresh, a hint of baby powder and the coconut of her body wash perfumed her. And those lips...
"I love you, Sara," I said, pulling her down onto my lap. She straddled me, her arms going around my shoulders. Her eyes were wide.
"Cherry," she whispered. "Are we...?"
"Yes."
My hand moved up and pulled her head down. Our mouths met. Apricot adorned her lips. Sweet and tart at the same time. I groaned, kissing my cousin hard as she ground on my cock. I could feel her nipples against my chest, rubbing through both our tops. They were thick, fat, so hard. She sighed into the kiss, lips parting as my tongue thrust into her mouth.
Submitting. Yielding.
Dad was right. Maybe not about fucking the rest of my family. But Sara... I loved her. I wanted her. Needed her. I kissed her harder, savoring the heat of her mouth, her body. She squirmed on me, grinding her crotch onto my dick.
She felt how hard I was. She knew where this was going. She was mine.
* * *
Sara
This was happening. This was happening.
That thought sang over and over through my mind as I kissed Cherry, his cheeks rough with stubble, his hands strong as they squeezed my ass through my jeans. My nipples tingled as they rubbed against my tank top, pressing into his muscular chest. And his cock...
He was so hard.
My virgin pussy clenched as I ground on him. My clit throbbed. My tongue played with his as he claimed my mouth. He was so strong, so confident. I just ached to do whatever he wanted. It was so hot the way he seized my belt loops. No hesitation. So bold.
My cousin was such a sexy stud.
And then his hands moved. Confident. They seized the hem of my tank top. I broke the kiss, not fighting him, lifting my arms over my head and baring my breasts to him as he pulled off my top. He hadn't seen me naked since we were kids. I was flat back then.
No longer.
"Damn, Sara," he groaned, staring at my firm, round breasts. His finger slid across my left tit to my dusky areola. He circled it, eyes locked on my hard nipple. "Damn, those are nice."
I shuddered on him. He liked my tits. I didn't dress like his sister Nidhhi, or even my bratty sister Janhvi, but he had still noticed me. He still desired me. His breath washed about my nipple as I trembled, exposed before him.
And then his lips latched onto my nub and sucked.
My eyes widened at the intense, tingling rush radiating from my breast. My arms tightened about his neck. I squirmed harder, a liquid heat boiling in my pussy's depths. It spread out, soaking into my panties as he sucked and loved my nub. My head tossed back as I moaned out my pleasure.
"Cherry," I groaned, shuddering on him. "Oh, wow, Cherry. That's....oh, that's nice. That's... Yes!"
His dick was so hard beneath me. So thick. Was he bigger than the average guy? I had no idea. But he felt so huge. A tiny tremble of fear shot through me as he nibbled and sucked on my nipple. This was really happening.
I didn't fight as Cherry turned me, lowering me onto my back upon his bed. I trembled, the cover warm on my naked skin, radiating the absorbed body heat from his nap. My breasts rose as my breath quickened. He turned, looming over me again, his hair ruffled from sleeping.
My hands shot out, grasping his shirt. I loved seeing his naked torso. He didn't fight as I ripped his shirt up. He finished pulling it off, throwing it to the floor, his chest rippling, a fine down of dark hair covering his pecs.
I leaned up, stroking his abs as he shifted. I moved up to his pecs and brushed his nipples, the same dusky tone as mine, but far, far smaller. His nub hardened. Giggling, I leaned up and sucked on his nipple. He grunted as my hands caressed his body.
"That feels weird," he said. "You sucking on my nipple."
"Not nice?" I pouted. "It felt nice when you sucked on mine."
"Well, yours are cuter than mine," he grinned, pressing me down as he lowered his lips to my right nipple. It was still dry, unsucked. But not for long. I moaned as he engulfed it, my hips twisting and undulating. His hands stroked my stomach, his fingers strong.
"Cherry, you are such a sexy stud," I groaned. "You know we're going all the way, right?"
"I know," he said after popping his mouth off my nipple. His dark eyes met mine. And I shuddered. He knew because he wanted me. And I couldn't deny him. Not the sexy man I loved even if this was sooo wrong.
Incest.
My jeans popped open. I gasped as he yanked them down my thighs and threw them to his bedroom floor. I was down to wearing only my black panties. They were new, bought for Cherry. A pattern of little holes made a heart in the front, my blonde pubic hairs peeking through.
"Damn, Sara," he groaned, staring at my sexy underwear, stroking the high cut legband. I had hoped he would see my ass in them, but his fingers were already pulling down the waistband.
I was hot and wet. It was time to do this.
I lifted my legs as he rolled my panties down my thighs. My toes curled as he pulled my underwear off. My thighs pressed tight, hiding my pussy. A wave of hot, embarrassed lust went through me. He was about to see all of me.
My man.
Damn, that was a sexy thought.
Cherry dangled my panties from his fingers. It looked like such a small scrap of cloth in his hands. I lowered my legs and parted them for him. His eyes locked between my thighs, staring at my virgin pussy surrounded by my blonde bush.
This was really happening.
My panties dropped from his hands. He stared in awe at my flesh. I shuddered, wanting to clamp my thighs shut. But I couldn't. Part of me wanted him to look. And as embarrassing as his gaze was, it also made me feel so womanly. I wasn't a girl any longer.
"I'm ready," I whispered, reaching for him. I brushed his crotch, feeling him. "I'm ready, Cherry."
The spell my pussy had cast on him broke. He moved, fingers fumbling, ripping open jeans, zipper rasping. He shoved them down with his boxers. His cock popped out. It was my turn to stare enraptured at the sight of my first live dick. It was so different than the pictures I had seen on the internet. Real. Three-dimensional.
Hard, thrusting from a tangle of dark curls, heavy balls dangling beneath. The tip was pink, smooth like a helmet, and a clear liquid beaded out. Precum as my friends called it. He was getting ready for sex.
Ready to make love to me.
"Yes, yes, take me," I moaned, my pussy clenching. "I love you, Cherry."
"Love you, Sara," he growled, hungry. His hands grasped my thighs. Shivers rushed up my body. "Love you so much. Dad was right."
"Hmm?" I asked.
But he didn't answer. He leaned his head down for my pussy. I shivered. "Cherry, I'm ready. Take me. Make love to me."
"When I'm done pleasing you," he said, and my eyes widened.
"You're....going down on me?" I had heard guys hated going down on girls. My friends complained about boyfriends who wanted to receive a blowjob or have sex but didn't want to lick their pussies.
But not Cherry.
I shuddered as he pressed his face into the folds of my virgin pussy and licked. My back arched. I let out a low moan. His tongue felt amazing as it slid through my folds. A tremor ran through my body as my cousin licked at my snatch again and again, over and over.
Every caress of his tongue sent shivers racing through my body. My juices leaked out. I had never felt so wet. He groaned, nuzzling, licking. Enjoying. His hand wrapped about my thighs, pulling my pussy tight against his lips.
"Oh, my god, Cherry," I gasped, my eyes widening. I had masturbated before. Many times. Often after we had made out.
This was amazing. Masturbation paled. His tongue was wonderful. The rough feel of his lips against my sensitive flesh sent ripples radiating through my body. I buzzed with excitement, squirming, unable to help myself.
"You taste good, Sara," he groaned. "Delicious."
"Oh, Cherry, yes," I gasped. "Good, good. I...I love this. Oh, wow."
His tongue lapped at my hymen, brushing the skin covering the entrance to my pussy. My body squirmed. This was amazing. My pussy clenched, eager to feel his cock in me as he nuzzled at my lips, licking up and--
I bucked as he found my clit. "Yes, yes, Cherry, right there."
My hands squeezed my breasts. They had to grasp something as he licked and nuzzled at my clit. Every touch of his tongue on my nub shot bliss through my body. I squirmed and gasped. I humped against his mouth, my head swimming with the thrill of his tongue. He sucked hard on it. My pussy clenched.
The pleasure swelled.
"Cherry," I moaned low and throaty as the pleasure swelled through me. "I...I... Cherry!"
My body bucked. My pussy spasmed. I came. Cherry made me cum. My studly, handsome cousin made me cum. My head snapped back as my body bucked. My fingers sank into my firm tits as the pleasure exploded through me.
Wordless moans sang from my lips. The bed creaked and thrashed as I bucked and ground against him. I squeezed my eyes shut. Pleasure danced across my thoughts as his lips kept sucking. My juices flooded out of me.
And he drank them down.
He loved my pussy.
"Cherry," I managed to moan. "Cherry, Cherry. Now. I'm so ready for you. Make love to me."
And he moved. He rose over me, so muscular and strong. My arms grasped him, pulling him down atop me. His cock nudged my pussy. His eyes burned as he kissed me hard. I tasted myself on him. My pussy. Sweet. I tasted sweet and delicious.
No wonder he loved devouring me.
His cock pressed on the entrance of my pussy. I held him tight as we kissed, moaning into his lips. This was really happening.
* * *
Cherry
Sara's pussy was so hot against the tip of my cock. I felt her cherry pressing on the crown of my dick. She was a virgin. I was her first. Maybe her last. That would be hot. To be her man. To keep her as my woman. To love her and pleasure her.
And then she would please me.
Dad was right. She had cum hard when I went down on her, and now she was eager to have her cherry popped. She wanted me to make love to her. My heart beat so fast. Her nipples rubbed on my chest.
It was time. Bold. Confident. Strong.
I thrust hard.
I felt her cherry stretch against my thrusting dick. It held for a moment and then popped. I ripped through her maidenhead and plunged into virgin territory. I broke the kiss with Sara, groaning her name as her tight, hot, silky, wet, amazing, stupendous flesh engulfed my cock.
I was in her.
"Cherry," she moaned. I loved hearing her say my name like that. "Oh, Cherry, yes."
Her thighs tightened about my hips. Her body undulated beneath me. I savored the feel of her. Nineteen years had brought us to this wonderful moment. I kissed her hard, loving her, as I pumped my hips.
My cock slid in and out of the wonderful, velvety grip of her cunt. Her flesh was hot and silky. It caressed my dick. Pleasure rippled through me. Intense, mind-numbing bliss. My hand would never feel the same again.
Not after sampling her delights.
My heart beat faster and faster as our bodies moved. Her hips rolled, undulating, matching my rhythm. Instinct guided us. Her hands roamed my back, clutching to me as our tongues danced, merged. We both groaned.
We both wanted this.
"Sara," I groaned, breaking the kiss. "You're mine. My girl."
"Yes," she nodded, her pussy clenching down on my dick.
"Fuck, that's good. You're so tight."
"And you're so big." Her voice squeaked. "Oh, Cherry. Oh, wow, you're stretching me out. I...I'm glad I came. Oh, I needed to be soaked for this cock. I feel you in me so deep." A smile crossed her lips, full of awe. "I'm your girl, Cherry. Your girl."
Hearing my cousin say that made me groan. My hips thrust faster. My balls boiled as they smacked against her flesh. The tip of my cock ached. The friction was wonderful. Intense. The faster I fucked her, the more and more I wanted to cum. The more it had to explode out of me and into her. Was she on birth control?
Did I care?
No.
"I'm going to cum in you," I groaned. "You're my girl."
"Yes," she gasped, fingers clawing at my back. "Oh, yes, do it. I...I... I want this, Cherry. I want you. I wish we didn't have to hide this."
"Yes," I growled. "Oh, yes, yes, yes."
Our flesh slapped together. Her body quivered. She arched her back, rubbing her nipples into my chest. A hot flutter shivered through her pussy. It clenched down hard about my thrusting cock, increasing the friction.
And then she let out a long, low moan as her pussy convulsed. "Cherry!"
She was cumming. I made her cum again. I felt like such a stud for giving my sexy cousin another orgasm, for pleasing her the way a man should. I slammed harder, the bed creaking, rocking, headboard slamming.
I fucked her like a man fucked his woman, and she came hard.
Her fingernails bit into my back as she moaned my name again. The massaging pressure of her pussy drove me over the edge. The ache to cum propelled my hips. There was no stopping me now. I would explode in my cousin's depths.
I slammed into her, the friction of her hot flesh triggering my orgasm. "Sara!"
My balls unloaded. Blast after blast of cum shot into her. I grunted with each eruption. Her pussy milked my dick. She spasmed about my cock, drawing out every last spurt of my seed. Each one sent a powerful burst of pleasure shooting through me. It knifed into my mind. Stars exploded before my eyes as my vision swam.
It was wonderful to cum inside my woman. The cousin I loved. I didn't care that incest was wrong. I loved her. I fucked her. She was my woman. She held me, her pussy milking out every last drop before I collapsed on her.
Holding her.
She moaned, nuzzling at my neck as I lay atop her, my dick softening in her hole. She shivered, squirming, the juices leaking out. She hugged me tight like she never wanted to let go of me, her thighs locked about my waist.
"Oh, Cherry," she moaned. "Oh, wow, that was amazing. Love you."
"Uh-huh," I panted, breathless.
"Mmm." She held me for several minutes. I could feel her heart racing beneath her breasts, thudding as fast as mine. I rolled off of her, holding her tight. A wet spot soaked into my bed. Our cum mixed together.
I liked it.
The air smelled of sex. Salty and sweet. I breathed it in as she laid her head on my chest, her blonde curls fanned across me. This was nice. My dick stirred. I wanted to go again and again. I wanted to make love to my cousin over and over.
"Cherry," she said. "What did you mean when you said your dad was right about us having sex? Did Uncle talk to you...before..."
I blinked. Did I say that out loud? "Just a dream I was having right before you walked in. My dad was berating me for not taking a strong hand with the household."
"You mean, by letting your sisters and bratty do what they want?"
"And for letting my mom drink instead of taking care of the house," I added. "Discipline. He also said that I should take you. Said we loved each other, so why not do what we wanted?"
"Good advice," she said. "Surprised you were smart enough to take it."
I snorted. "Well, he also advised me to go down on you."
"Uncle Chandu was a smart man."
"He also said I should..." I broke off. I couldn't say that.
"What?" she asked, giving me a look I knew so well.
"Nothing," I said.
"Nope, I want to know everything about this wonderful dream."
I groaned, rolling out of bed and away from her. She gave me a hard look as I stood up into the dormer window and peered out it. I could see my house's backyard and Aunt Shruthi's. I blinked. My mom and Aunt Shruthi were laying by the pool next door at Sara's house, catching the last rays of the September sun in their bikini's, breasts constrained by flimsy cloth.
Damn, they both looked good.
Naked Sara wormed before me, rubbing her body on mine. "Looking out the window and brooding is not getting you out of telling me," she said. She peered out. "Nor is ogling our mothers."
Her ass rubbed on my half-hard cock as she leaned forward. I swelled, going fully erect. "He told me... I should...fuck other women, too."
"Other women?" Sara threw a look over her shoulder. "What? Cheat on me? Or have a threesome?"
I blinked, staring at her. There was something in her eyes, a catch in her voice. "You would have a threesome with me?"
"Maybe," she said, rubbing her ass into my cock. "I...think I would do..."
"Anything?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her. My hands slid up her stomach, cupping her tits as I pressed her face close to the window. My hardening dick popped between her thighs, rubbing at her messy cunt. "You would do anything I wanted, wouldn't you?"
"Maybe," she groaned again, squirming. "We shouldn't do this here. They could see us."
That made me dick ache more. "You know who my dad said I should fuck the hardest?"
She shook her head as my hand reached down, pressing between her thighs I found my cock. I moved it, guiding it to her pussy. Bold. Confident. I thrust into my cousin as I said, "My mother."
"What?" she gasped. "Your dad said that in your dream?"
"Uh-huh,? I groaned, watching as my mom reached out and took Aunt Shruthi's hand as they lounged on the chaises. "Said she needed to be fucked hard. That she needed a strong man to take care of her. Every woman in our family needs it. Discipline."
"Damn," groaned Sara, her pussy clenching on my dick. "You sure that's not what you want? I mean, it's not like your dad was really telling you this."
"Maybe," I groaned, hugging her. "My mom is beautiful."
"She is," Sara groaned, her hips shaking. "I can't believe I'm even entertaining this conversation You're talking about fucking my aunt, your mom, while your dick is in me."
"Hot, right?"
She nodded her head and then gasped.
I stared down at our mother's leaning their heads together over the side of the lounge chairs and kissing. My dick almost exploded in my cousin's snatch as my mom kissed my aunt. Her sister. And there was nothing sisterly about the kiss.
"Holy shit," I grunted.
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Great bro keep it upCherry
Sara's pussy was so hot against the tip of my cock. I felt her cherry pressing on the crown of my dick. She was a virgin. I was her first. Maybe her last. That would be hot. To be her man. To keep her as my woman. To love her and pleasure her.
And then she would please me.
Dad was right. She had cum hard when I went down on her, and now she was eager to have her cherry popped. She wanted me to make love to her. My heart beat so fast. Her nipples rubbed on my chest.
It was time. Bold. Confident. Strong.
I thrust hard.
I felt her cherry stretch against my thrusting dick. It held for a moment and then popped. I ripped through her maidenhead and plunged into virgin territory. I broke the kiss with Sara, groaning her name as her tight, hot, silky, wet, amazing, stupendous flesh engulfed my cock.
I was in her.
"Cherry," she moaned. I loved hearing her say my name like that. "Oh, Cherry, yes."
Her thighs tightened about my hips. Her body undulated beneath me. I savored the feel of her. Nineteen years had brought us to this wonderful moment. I kissed her hard, loving her, as I pumped my hips.
My cock slid in and out of the wonderful, velvety grip of her cunt. Her flesh was hot and silky. It caressed my dick. Pleasure rippled through me. Intense, mind-numbing bliss. My hand would never feel the same again.
Not after sampling her delights.
My heart beat faster and faster as our bodies moved. Her hips rolled, undulating, matching my rhythm. Instinct guided us. Her hands roamed my back, clutching to me as our tongues danced, merged. We both groaned.
We both wanted this.
"Sara," I groaned, breaking the kiss. "You're mine. My girl."
"Yes," she nodded, her pussy clenching down on my dick.
"Fuck, that's good. You're so tight."
"And you're so big." Her voice squeaked. "Oh, Cherry. Oh, wow, you're stretching me out. I...I'm glad I came. Oh, I needed to be soaked for this cock. I feel you in me so deep." A smile crossed her lips, full of awe. "I'm your girl, Cherry. Your girl."
Hearing my cousin say that made me groan. My hips thrust faster. My balls boiled as they smacked against her flesh. The tip of my cock ached. The friction was wonderful. Intense. The faster I fucked her, the more and more I wanted to cum. The more it had to explode out of me and into her. Was she on birth control?
Did I care?
No.
"I'm going to cum in you," I groaned. "You're my girl."
"Yes," she gasped, fingers clawing at my back. "Oh, yes, do it. I...I... I want this, Cherry. I want you. I wish we didn't have to hide this."
"Yes," I growled. "Oh, yes, yes, yes."
Our flesh slapped together. Her body quivered. She arched her back, rubbing her nipples into my chest. A hot flutter shivered through her pussy. It clenched down hard about my thrusting cock, increasing the friction.
And then she let out a long, low moan as her pussy convulsed. "Cherry!"
She was cumming. I made her cum again. I felt like such a stud for giving my sexy cousin another orgasm, for pleasing her the way a man should. I slammed harder, the bed creaking, rocking, headboard slamming.
I fucked her like a man fucked his woman, and she came hard.
Her fingernails bit into my back as she moaned my name again. The massaging pressure of her pussy drove me over the edge. The ache to cum propelled my hips. There was no stopping me now. I would explode in my cousin's depths.
I slammed into her, the friction of her hot flesh triggering my orgasm. "Sara!"
My balls unloaded. Blast after blast of cum shot into her. I grunted with each eruption. Her pussy milked my dick. She spasmed about my cock, drawing out every last spurt of my seed. Each one sent a powerful burst of pleasure shooting through me. It knifed into my mind. Stars exploded before my eyes as my vision swam.
It was wonderful to cum inside my woman. The cousin I loved. I didn't care that incest was wrong. I loved her. I fucked her. She was my woman. She held me, her pussy milking out every last drop before I collapsed on her.
Holding her.
She moaned, nuzzling at my neck as I lay atop her, my dick softening in her hole. She shivered, squirming, the juices leaking out. She hugged me tight like she never wanted to let go of me, her thighs locked about my waist.
"Oh, Cherry," she moaned. "Oh, wow, that was amazing. Love you."
"Uh-huh," I panted, breathless.
"Mmm." She held me for several minutes. I could feel her heart racing beneath her breasts, thudding as fast as mine. I rolled off of her, holding her tight. A wet spot soaked into my bed. Our cum mixed together.
I liked it.
The air smelled of sex. Salty and sweet. I breathed it in as she laid her head on my chest, her blonde curls fanned across me. This was nice. My dick stirred. I wanted to go again and again. I wanted to make love to my cousin over and over.
"Cherry," she said. "What did you mean when you said your dad was right about us having sex? Did Uncle talk to you...before..."
I blinked. Did I say that out loud? "Just a dream I was having right before you walked in. My dad was berating me for not taking a strong hand with the household."
"You mean, by letting your sisters and bratty do what they want?"
"And for letting my mom drink instead of taking care of the house," I added. "Discipline. He also said that I should take you. Said we loved each other, so why not do what we wanted?"
"Good advice," she said. "Surprised you were smart enough to take it."
I snorted. "Well, he also advised me to go down on you."
"Uncle Chandu was a smart man."
"He also said I should..." I broke off. I couldn't say that.
"What?" she asked, giving me a look I knew so well.
"Nothing," I said.
"Nope, I want to know everything about this wonderful dream."
I groaned, rolling out of bed and away from her. She gave me a hard look as I stood up into the dormer window and peered out it. I could see my house's backyard and Aunt Shruthi's. I blinked. My mom and Aunt Shruthi were laying by the pool next door at Sara's house, catching the last rays of the September sun in their bikini's, breasts constrained by flimsy cloth.
Damn, they both looked good.
Naked Sara wormed before me, rubbing her body on mine. "Looking out the window and brooding is not getting you out of telling me," she said. She peered out. "Nor is ogling our mothers."
Her ass rubbed on my half-hard cock as she leaned forward. I swelled, going fully erect. "He told me... I should...fuck other women, too."
"Other women?" Sara threw a look over her shoulder. "What? Cheat on me? Or have a threesome?"
I blinked, staring at her. There was something in her eyes, a catch in her voice. "You would have a threesome with me?"
"Maybe," she said, rubbing her ass into my cock. "I...think I would do..."
"Anything?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her. My hands slid up her stomach, cupping her tits as I pressed her face close to the window. My hardening dick popped between her thighs, rubbing at her messy cunt. "You would do anything I wanted, wouldn't you?"
"Maybe," she groaned again, squirming. "We shouldn't do this here. They could see us."
That made me dick ache more. "You know who my dad said I should fuck the hardest?"
She shook her head as my hand reached down, pressing between her thighs I found my cock. I moved it, guiding it to her pussy. Bold. Confident. I thrust into my cousin as I said, "My mother."
"What?" she gasped. "Your dad said that in your dream?"
"Uh-huh,? I groaned, watching as my mom reached out and took Aunt Shruthi's hand as they lounged on the chaises. "Said she needed to be fucked hard. That she needed a strong man to take care of her. Every woman in our family needs it. Discipline."
"Damn," groaned Sara, her pussy clenching on my dick. "You sure that's not what you want? I mean, it's not like your dad was really telling you this."
"Maybe," I groaned, hugging her. "My mom is beautiful."
"She is," Sara groaned, her hips shaking. "I can't believe I'm even entertaining this conversation You're talking about fucking my aunt, your mom, while your dick is in me."
"Hot, right?"
She nodded her head and then gasped.
I stared down at our mother's leaning their heads together over the side of the lounge chairs and kissing. My dick almost exploded in my cousin's snatch as my mom kissed my aunt. Her sister. And there was nothing sisterly about the kiss.
"Holy shit," I grunted.
To be continued...
Awesome start
Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Superb b/w Malvika & Kirti............. loved it.The Butterfly is Born
As Krithi was no longer a virgin, Marco had no special business interest in her, and again began sending Malavika out to clients, including Mrs. Thompson. Every abuse, every indignation became fuel for Malavika's resolve to take action to accelerate her exit from servitude to Marco.
She began dressing up and hanging out in the bars of high-end hotels, and made connections with perverted business men, which turned out to be most of them. She would show them Krithi's picture, and it turned out that many of them were willing to pay quite well to fuck a girl who was unconscious. And among the same crowd, she made the connections she needed for the pills to knock Krithi out.
Malavika had Krithi move in with her, then started drugging her just before bedtime. At the beginning it was once or twice per week, but as she gained more clients, it became an everyday occurrence. At the peak, Krithi was sometimes being fucked by up to 5 men per night. And this continued even after Krithi got a boyfriend. Malavika never allowed him to stay the night though, for obvious reasons. Krithi's pussy was open for business every night when she went to sleep, and she never knew.
Within a few weeks, Malavika had earned enough money to pay the debt to Marco. He never asked her how she was able to earn the money. "Nice hustle," he told her, and she was free.
Malavika, seeing the high profit margin of her sister, though, continued to sell Krithi's pussy for a few more months. She managed to accumulate a nice savings.
Eventually, though, Krithi moved in with her boyfriend, despite Malavika trying to convince her otherwise. From then on, Malavika would only be able to profit from Krithi on the rare occasions that she convinced her to stay the night, which Malavika took advantage of aggressively, and would book multiple clients on those nights.
Malavika's experiences had reset her life in a way that changed her basic notion of what was normal and acceptable. With her newly-adjusted morals, and the love of cash, Malavika began to sell her own body, but willingly this time, to the businessmen that she had been selling her sister to.
Malavika now saw herself as a product to take advantage of in the same way she utilized Krithi. She had officially become the whore that Marco made her believe that she was.
THE-END