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Aruni: Part One and Two

Thank you very much for the kind words for Part One. I have included it here with Part Two because I expanded a bit of the sexy time stuff and edited a little. Press Ctrl-F and search ‘Part Two’ to skip ahead. Someone asked last time what Aruni’s nationality was; she’s a red headed freckled girl- so I always imagined her as white. The name Aruni means ‘Rust-colored, passionate’ and is a Hindi name. Please rate if you enjoyed the story, and I love getting comments on what you liked and didn’t like. I hope you like reading it as much as I liked writing it! Fap away!

Fantasm

Terror in the Snowstorm — Resolution

A further chapter in the story of the unlikely relationship between the beautiful blond heiress, Tara Hawthorne, and me, Seth Johnson, a poor kid from the wrong side of the tracks, during Christmas break in our sophomore year in college. At the time, Tara was nineteen, and I was twenty. You will have to read the first two parts of this story to understand this one. Warning: As is usually the case with my stories, this one is pretty long.

Fantasy

Family Christmas Final

Emma stood in-front of her father wearing the basque that her mother had bought for her to wear at the New Year party. Seeing the bulge in his trousers getting bigger she knew that he liked what she was wearing.
She kissed her parents goodnight and went up stairs. Her brother followed immediately behind her and stretching out his hands he placed them on her bare backside. Emma slowed allowing him to get a better feel.
Moments later she stood next to her brother in her bedroom with candle light creating silhouettes of them on the wall. Holding each other tight they pressed their lips firmly against each other and working her hands down her brother’s bare chest she slipped her fingers inside the waist of his shorts and pulled them down taking time to lick the tip of his penis and taste his pre-cum. Steve stepped out of his shorts and Emma ran her fingers over his naked body.
Looking up Emma whispered. “God you’re handsome.”
Steve held his sister tight, kissed her on the lips and carefully put his hands inside her basque. “You’re beautiful.”
“I’m beginning to believe you.” Emma rested her head on his bare chest and breathed in.
Easing the material away from her firm breasts Steve released them into his cupped hands. Her nipples became hard to his touch. Exploring each other’s bodies Emma’s basque fell to the floor and she felt her brother’s penis rise up and press against her crotch. Looking up into her brother’s eyes Emma said. “I want us to have a family.”
“Are you pregnant?” Steve sounded shocked and a little worried.
“It’s too early to tell but I hope not because we won’t know if you or dad is the father.”
Emma climbed onto the bed lying with her legs wide apart. Taking Steve’s rod like penis in her hand she guided it between her vaginal lips. Steve pushed himself deep inside his sister’s inviting body and Emma pressed her pubis hard against him and felt a bolt of excitement surge through her body as her clitoris responded to the pressure. She groaned loudly, again and again, each groan louder than the last.
Dave and Maureen heard their daughter’s groans and placing his hand between his wife’s legs Dave moved it up her thigh until he came to her damp knickers and pressed gently on her soft puffy lips. Their daughter’s groans got louder and Maureen unzipped Dave’s fly easing his stiff penis out. Holding it between her fingers she rubbed up and down its shaft. Dave slid his fingers inside her panties and pulled them down. They quickly undressed each other and leaving their clothes strewn around the room went upstairs.
Standing naked outside Emma’s bedroom they listened to their son and daughter fucking, and leaning against the door Maureen guided her husband’s penis into her wet opening between the top of her legs. Maureen moaned as Dave pushed his penis inside her pressing her firmly against the door.
Emma and Steve listened to their parents fucking outside the bedroom door. They heard their moans and groans as they came then after a silence their mother shouted. “Night you two.”
Emma and Steve continued to fuck finally curling up against each other and going to sleep.
After what seemed like only a few hours Emma woke. Climbing sleepily out of bed she stepped into the bathroom and sat on the toilet shielding her eyes from the harsh bathroom light. She heard her parents getting ready for work. Back in her bedroom she lay beside her brother and closed her eyes. Sleep was slowly coming to her when the bedroom door suddenly opened and a shaft of light cut across the bed. She instinctively sat up pulling the bedclothes with her.
“What are you doing?” Maureen stared at her son’s naked body.
“Making sure Emma was getting up to go to work.” Dave replied.
“Mum, I told you I’m not going to work. I’m off till new year.” Emma said sleepily.
“Sorry love, I told your dad but he didn’t listen to me.”
Without taking her eye’s from her son’s naked body Maureen said. “Do me a favour love. Linda asked me to get condoms for the party and I forgot to buy them. Go back to that shop where we bought your basque and buy a box. I’ll leave a note to remind you with the money on the kitchen table.”
“OK!” Emma lay back on the bed and closed her eye’s.
– – – – – –
Steve read the note while eating breakfast. “Mum wants you to buy condoms for the party.”
“I know. We’ll go back to that shop and get them.”
“We! Why do I have to go with you?”
“So we can have some more fun. I think the assistant likes you.”
Just like the previous day the shop was quiet with the same assistant behind the counter.
Looking up from her magazine the assistant recognized Emma and Steve and greeted them with a big smile. “Hello again.”
“Hi. We had so much fun in here yesterday that we forgot to buy a box of condoms.” Steve said with a big grin.
“A box! You having a party?”
“New Year’s party. Friends and family.” Emma emphasized the word family to let the assistant into their secret.
“You’re quiet a family.” The assistant asked looking deep into her eyes.
“Would you like to cum?” Steve asked.
“Yes.” The assistant laughed.
“We’ll have a variety box?” Emma looked at Steve standing next to the clothes rail.
The assistant picked a box of condoms from below the counter. It felt full. Looking up she saw Steve looking at clothes.
“We’re having a sort out and the changing room’s full of boxes. If you want to try on clothes you’ll have to do it where you are.” Holding up the box she added. “This is nearly empty I’ll get my brother to bring a new one from the stock room.”
“Brother?” Emma smiled while removing her bra.
“Yeah. We’re partners.”
“Do you ever try the clothes on?”
“Yeah of course.”
“This would look good on you.” Emma held up a basque. “Try it on.”
The assistant unfastened her blouse as she walked over to Emma and placed it on a clothes rail. She unclipped her bra releasing her pert breasts just as the door to the stock room opened and her brother came in carrying a box of condoms. He saw Emma and Steve both naked and his sister naked from the waist up and pulling down her jeans and panties.
“Christine!” It was the first time he had seen his sister naked in years and he liked what he saw.
“These are the brother and sister who came in with their mother yesterday. This is Mike my brother.” Christine said.
Mike walked over and patted his sister’s backside. “Hello! I haven’t seen this beauty in years.”
Christine turned to her brother and rested her naked body against him. Steve and Emma saw what she had done and looked at each other.
“Let’s invite them to the party as our guests.” Emma said quietly to Steve.
“We’ll have to check with Linda and Bill first.” Steve whispered.
– – – – – –
They wore just the party clothes for the short drive to the party. Other guests were already there and the parking places right outside the house were taken. Steve parked a short distance from the house and Emma and Christine wearing just their basques and Mike and Steve wearing just their shorts walked back along the road to the house.
Bill opened the front door to let them in. Behind him stood Linda, naked from the waist up.
“I was going to offer to take your coats but as you’re not wearing any I can’t. Where are you parked?” Bill said.
“Down the road.”
“You’re brave walking along the road like that. Were you seen?” Linda asked.
“A police car slowed down. I think they were going to stop and question us but suddenly the lights on their car went on and they sped away.” Christine said.
Steve introduced Christine and Mike to Linda and Bill.
Linda held Emma’s arm stopping her from walking away and when she was sure no-one else could hear she asked. “Are you sure they’re OK with us being family?”
“Yes certain. Don’t worry. They’re brother and sister. Who’s here?”
Emma and Linda caught up with the others who had stopped to watch a couple in a dark room fuck. “Who’s that?” Emma asked.
“It’s your dad and your nan.” Bill replied.
“Fuck me!” Emma exclaimed.
“Thank you. I will.” Bill took her hand and Emma looked around the room. “Is that your son sucking your father-in-laws penis?” Emma asked.
“It sure is. Let’s join them.” Bill said.
Linda led Steve into another room. Christine and Mike followed them.
On the floor in the centre of the room was Linda’s daughter Amy. Steve’s naked cousin lay on her back, legs apart with his mother licking her pubic mound while Amy’s husband fucked Maureen from behind.
Linda pressed her bare breasts against Steve’s chest, placed one arm around his waist and placed her other arm around Mike and Christine pulling them close. Linda kissed Christine on the lips and Christine returned the kiss before breaking off and kissing her brother.
Looking up Amy saw her mother and Steve kissing. She watched as her mother pulled down Steve’s shorts and Amy studied his penis as her mother sucked and licked it. Her mother guided Steve’s stiff penis into her wet inviting pussy and Amy watched her cousin’s backside move back and forward as he fucked her mother.
Christine and Mike stood by the door kissing. “Can you believe what we’re seeing?” Christine said to her brother.
“This is incredible! Do you want to fuck your brother?”
“I’m a virgin.”
“You’re a what!”
“I’m a virgin. Be gentle I’ve been waiting for the right person.”
Mike looked around the room but could not see a suitable place for them. In the other room Mike and Christine saw Emma being fucked by her cousin Kevin while her father sucked on her nipples and she sucked her grandfather’s penis. Emma’s grandmother was sucking Bill’s penis.
“We can use those cushions next to them in the centre of the room.” Christine said.
Mike was gentle, kissing Christine all over, making sure that she was moist and ready before he pushed his penis inside her virgin hole. He moved slowly and gently before filling her with his cum.
Kevin stared at Mike’s backside as it moved up and down. Leaning over he touched it and gave Mike time to object before he pressed his fingers between Mike’s crack. Mike enjoyed the feel of Kevin’s fingers exploring his anus and did not object when his finger explored inside.
“May I?” Kevin asked.
“Yes.” Mike replied and then said to his sister. “I’m about to lose my virginity as well.”
Kevin moved behind Mike and pulling his finger out replaced it with his penis.
In the other room Amy leant across to her cousin Steve and cupped his balls as he fucked her mother. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for years. Now I have to watch you fuck my mother and I hear you’ve been fucking your sister and mother as well.”
“All you had to do was ask.”
“Bastard.” Amy gave his balls a playful squeeze.
“Do you want to fuck my daughter?” Linda asked.
“Do I have your permission?” Steve joked.
“Yes, but be careful. Her husband’s behind you and might hear you.” Linda joked.
“Are we changing partners?” Asked Amy’s husband.
“You and mum can fuck while Steve and I fuck.” Amy said.
“We can’t leave Maureen out of it!” Linda said.
“It’s all right. My legs have gone to sleep. I’ll stretch them and see what they’re doing in the other room.”
Amy looked at Steve’s stiff penis that glistened with her mother’s juices as she slid it into herself. Her husband moved between her mother’s spread wide legs and she watched him push his penis into her.
At the door to the other room Maureen watched her nephew bugger Mike while Mike fucked his sister Christine. Next to them her husband was fucking his mother and her daughter was sucking her grandfather’s penis. Maureen sat next to Bill her brother-in-law allowing him to stroke her pussy while they watched the scene in front of them.
At midnight they all lay in a circle and to the muffled tones of ‘auld lang syne’ they sucked penis and licked pussy.
“This is the best New Year’s party ever.” Christine said and Emma agreed. They sat quietly together watching everyone else have sex. Steve was fucking his grandmother.
“Your brother must have fucked everyone except me.” Christine said.
“I’m sure he’ll fuck you if you ask him.”
“You won’t mind?”
“Why should I mind?”
“I saw the way you look at each other.”
“When you fuck my brother I’ll fuck your brother. That is if Mike ever stops buggering my father.” Emma said to divert attention away from Steve and herself.
When the others had gone to bed to sleep Emma, Christine, Steve and Mike looked outside towards the car. It was quiet, no-one else was around.
“Let’s all walk naked to the car.” Emma suggested.
“What!” Exclaimed Christine.
“No-one’s around to see us. It’ll be fun.”
Emma was first holding her basque in her hand. Steve followed and looking back said. “Are you two coming or are we going home alone?”
“Come on it’s not far.” Mike suggested to his sister as he stepped out of the house holding his shorts in his hand. With new found courage Christine stepped out behind her brother and not to be outdone threw her basque into the car and refused to get into the car after it.
“I’ll walk. It’s not far. Any one care to join me.” Christine said.
All of them remained naked. Emma, Christine and Mike walked with Steve driving slowly behind just in case they needed to jump into the car quickly.
“Come in for a coffee? You’re welcome to stay the night.” Christine suggested as they arrived at their house.
At the back of the house was a swimming pool where Mike and Steve swam. Christine showed Emma the bedroom where she and Steve would sleep.
“You never did get to fuck my brother.”
“And you didn’t get to fuck mine.”
“We’ll fuck our own brothers before we go to sleep, and tomorrow we’ll try each other’s.”
THE END………

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Fiction

MY COLONOSCOPY (Humor)

Dedicated to fellow writer Clarise.
Dear reader; this non-erotic short story is my first attempt at writing humor. If you want a little chuckle read on and then leave a comment to let me know what you think of my effort. If you are looking for something a little more sexually salacious, you might want to look at another offering and then come back when you are in the mood for humor.
In support and in solidarity, I dedicate this story to my friend and fellow writer, Clarise, who recently had one of her stories deleted. My Colonoscopy:
by Hardrive
After several weeks of complaining about stomach discomfort and constipation, my wife Rita got tired of my belly aching and called her fudge-packing brother for advice. That made a lot of sense. After all, who better to ask about asshole problems than your queer brother? Woops, did I say queer? I meant to say Homo-American. Anyway, Rita said her brother recommended I go see a gastroenterologist for a full evaluation.
“What?” I asked, “An ass-hole-enter what? That doesn’t even sound like a real doctor. It’s probably some kind of voodoo fag doctor.”
“No, you homophobic ignore-anus” came Rita’s cynical reply. “A gas-tro-enter-ologist, is a doctor that specializes in disorders of the digestive system. My brother is a well regarded general practitioner and if he says you should have a full evaluation of your intestinal track, that’s exactly what you’re going to do. It’s high time someone looks up your stupid ass to see what kind of problems you’ve got brewing up there.”
“Oh, really,” I said, mocking her sarcastic tone, “Since you insist I need to have my colon examined by a doctor, I guess you’re finally ready to admit you’ve been wrong about me all these years.” Rita’s perplexed expression indicated that she had no idea what I was talking about, so I explained. “You’re always saying that I have my head stuck up my ass.” Rita nodded in agreement. “Well,” I said with a smug smile, “if my head was really up my ass why would we need to hire a doctor to see what’s wrong… I could see it for myself.”
I thought that was hilarious, so I slapped my wife’s butt and did a little victory jig while laughing my head off. Rita wasn’t amused.
“Oh, you can’t take it when I get the upper hand.” I started to mock her. “You think you and that fairy brother of yours are so much smarter than me. Just ‘cause I don’t have a fancy college education don’t mean that I can’t tell when you’re trying to pull my leg. There is no such thing as an ass-hole-enter-whatever, So, go ahead and make an appointment with your made-up doctor. I dare you.” Rita just gave me an icy stare, smiled and walked away.
A week later we were sitting at the doctor’s office listening to him explain why I needed to have a colonoscopy. I told the doc I’ve never heard of a cola-ass-copy and had no idea what he was talking about. The doctor picked up a book with full color illustrations and used it to thoroughly explain the procedure. Pointing to the interior of the large intestine he indicated the areas that he wanted to examine and photograph.
Nodding thoughtfully, I pretended to understand what he was talking about and asked a question or two that was intended to display my advanced knowledge of medical terms. “Will you be using an x-ray camera or an MIR to photograph my inners?
The doctor smiled. “No, we use a flexible hose to guild a miniature camera through your anus and into the full length of your large intestine.” Then he showed me a picture of a little camera attached to a very long black hose.
Hell no! I said to myself. I won’t even let my family doctor check my prostate, so there was no way this joker was going to shove a big old hose up my ass. Looking around the office I spotted the door, popped up out of my seat and began to vigorously shake the doctor’s hand while I thank him profusely for wonderful presentation. The doctor seemed confused and tired to interrupt me several times but I just continued to pump his hand while backing up towards the door. My plan was working just fine and I actually got to openthe door open and had one foot over the threshold before my wife decided to intervene.
Now at this point I’d like to pause to give my male readers some advice. Never marry a stout, red headed woman of Italian-Irish descent. That combination gives them a split personality that makes Bruce Banner’s transformation into the Hulk look like a mild eccentricity. In public she tries to maintain the illusion that she is the devoted wife and I’m the boss in our relationship… but in reality she calls all the shots and only lets me do what she wants me to do.
In public she always agrees with me but she uses a code to let me know what she really wants. Whenever she smiles and says ‘Yes dear’ while putting the accent on the ‘yes’ but elongating the ‘dear,’ that means that if I even think about doing what I want, she’ll make my life a living hell. And let me tell you, when my wife says ‘living hell’ she’s not talking about Dante’s little cake walk through the seven levels of the fiery pit. She’s talking about providing me with my own personal apocalypse. Believe me, when it comes to pursuing a vengeful agenda, my wife puts Captain Ahab to shame.
In this case she was determined that I was going to have that colonoscopy, so she moved quickly to intercept me at the door. Putting her arm around me in a very loving way, she smiled at the doctor while she worked her hand under my coat and up to my neck. Putting me in her version of the Vulcan death grip, Rita paralyzed my body. When the doctor noticed that my expression suddenly went blank, he asked if there was something wrong. All I could do was move my head left to right as Rita manipulated the back of my neck. When he asked if he could schedule my procedure, I wanted to say hell no but I found myself nodding ‘yes.’ Then, when the doctor smiled and said goodbye, Rita squeezed the nerves in my neck so hard that my pained grimmest looked like I was smiling back.
By the time we left the doctor’s office, I was feeling dizzy. Leaning against Rita, we walked over to the discharge nurse who gave us the doctor’s instructions and a prescription for a product called ‘Koli-Kleen.’ The nurse said I was to drink two doses of Koli-kleen the night prior to the colonoscopy. What she didn’t tell us was that using that product was going to be, without doubt, the most gruesome part of the whole procedure.
I didn’t know it then but a week after my colonoscopy I did a google search and found that Koli-Kleen is sold in the United States as a prescription laxative, but it was originally developed during world war two by the Gestapo. The Germans called it Magen-buster and used it to get prisoners to voluntarily run into gas chambers they mislabeled “Latrines.” After the war, the Russians developed the formula into a WMD or Weapon of Mass Defecation. When the cold war ended, the KBG sold the formula to the CIA who used it in Guantanamo as an interrogation aid. It was reported that the CIA had a lot of success getting even the most resistant terrorist to literally spill their guts, but when the UN found it was being used on the prisoners, they banned its use as inhumane and a serious breach of the Geneva Convention.
Considering the nefarious history of this product, it was beyond my comprehension how any Pharmaceutical Company could get it approved by the FDA for sale to the American public. But then I saw the outrages price on the insurance company’s invoice and my question was answered.
I was totally ignorant of all that before the colonoscopy so I spent the week prior to the procedure nervously worrying about the ‘big fat hose’ and never gave a second thought to the hellish experience that awaited me on the night before.
When the time came for me to get ready, I read the instructions. Step one said that 12 hours prior to the colonoscopy I shouldn’t take any solid foods by mouth. That kind of confused me since taking solid foods by mouth was the only way I knew how to do that. Anyway, by supper time I was pretty hungry so the wife suggested I try some chicken broth. I love chicken soup but chicken broth was a big disappointment. It is nothing more than hot salty water with a little food coloring. The only chicken you’ll find in chicken broth is the word “chicken” printed on the box.
But I digress… the second step was to try and drink the first dose of Koli-Kleen. I say try because the stuff tastes like industrial grade toilet cleaner. The pharmacist recommended the lemon flavored product but I can tell you right now that the lemon flavoring in that noxious concoction does absolutely nothing to mask its totally disgusting taste. In fact, to this day I still can’t look at a lemon without getting the dry heaves.
The instructions warned that After drinking the first dose I might experience some gastric discomfort followed by a loose bowel movement. That was a gross understatement. What the instructions should have said was that after taking Koli-Kleen, my guts would heave, toss and turn like a small boat caught in a typhoon and that shortly thereafter, everything in my stomach would simultaneously attempt to abandon ship through the stern of my little brown boat.
Holy Crap, that stuff works fast. It may not be written on the box but I believe that one of Koli-Kleen’s chief ingredients is rocket fuel. I say that because when that stuff kicks in, your colon ignites and the full content of your alimentary canal is explosively jettisoned out of your ass with such force that, unless you hold on to the toilet seat, it’s possible that your body could be propelled into low earth orbit.
Needless to say, I spent the whole night sitting on the toilet and nervously waiting for the many intestinal eruptions that followed. Whenever I felt my gut begin to rumble I shut my eyes, held on to the toilet seat and did a short count-down as my rocket powered ass violently sprayed whatever was in my guts into the crapper.
This went on for hours until my intestines were totally empty and I had nothing more to give. By then it was time to drink the second round of Koli-Kleen, and to my absolute amazement, the process started all over again. I couldn’t believe it possible that there was anything left in me to expel, but apparently I was wrong.
My only explanation for this extraordinary phenomenon is that the second dose of Koli-Kleen must have the ability to tap into the spiritual realm, locate my long dead ancestors and channel the festering content of their ancient intestines through my flaming ass-hole and into the commode.
And that leads us to a subject that isn’t covered by the Koli-Kleen instructions. I’m talking about the smell. Oh my god the smell is incredible.
Let’s face it, you can’t flush out the rotting content of someone’s intestine without creating some serious atmospheric pollution. You’re probably going to think I’m exaggerating but things got so bad at my house, that I actually saw lines of staggering insects abandoning the residence. I also witness our house plants literally wither and die right before my eyes. Even the plastic plants keeled over. Rita could attested to all this but she barricaded herself in the guestroom, stuffed towels into the crack under the door, and refused to come out until it was time to go to the clinic.
Needless to say, by the end of the evening I was exhausted. All that running back and forth to the bathroom left my legs feeling like the rubbery limbs of a punch drunk boxer, and my asshole like the business end of a blow torch. That night, after pushing several ice cubes up my raw pucker, I finally passed out and slept like a very tired and dehydrated baby.
The next morning my wife got me up at what is known in military time as “oh five hundred hours.” The “oh” stands for; “Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s still dark.” Anyway, when we arrived at the clinic we thought, since they wanted us there at the crack of dawn, that they intended to begin the procedure right away. We were wrong. Instead they had us filling out forms for hours. The frustrating part is that they had me answering questions I’ve already answered hundreds of times before. What the hell do they do with all that information? Obviously they don’t keep it or they wouldn’t need to ask the same dam questions over and over again.
When I was finished with the questioner the nurse brought in the consent form and asked me to sign. After looking it over I told her that I couldn’t possible sign it. She asked me why and I told her that just over the signature line there was a statement that said that I understood and agreed to all the terms, conditions and provisions stated therein. The document was twelve pages long and written in a Pig-Latin dialect of legalize that was so convoluted and incomprehensible that even my lawyer’s lawyer couldn’t have understood it.
The nurse looked at me and smiled. Then she told me I could take all the time I needed to read the consent forms and I didn’t have to sign them until I fully understood what I was signing. However, she quickly added that if I didn’t have the form signed within the next five minutes she would have to reschedule my procedure.
That’s all she had to say. It took me about five seconds to sign the release and hand it to her. There was no way I was going to reschedule the colonoscopy knowing full well that I would have to go through the same gut-draining pre-procedure I went through the night before. I think the clinic counts on that reaction and that’s why they ask you to sign the consent form after you’ve had the Koli-Kleen experience.
A half hour after I finished the paper work, a very fruity looking male nurse named Hector, came for me. He gave my wife a wink, put his hand on my shoulder and walked around me without taking his hand off my body. Then he asked her a question in a very swishy Spanish accent. “Is this jew hombre?” My wife nodded while trying to contain a very smug smile. Hector returned her smile and said, “Ay que Lindo.” And they both began to giggle as Hector put his hand through my arm and walked me down the clinic’s main corridor. “Don jew warry lindo,” he said as he snuggled up to me. “I will take berry good car of jew.”
Looking over my shoulder I made eye contact with my wife and with a sorrowful and plaintiff gaze I pleaded for her help, but Rita just smiled. It seemed to me that she was enjoying my predicament because all she did was hold up a box of Kolie-Kleen and gave me a looked that seemed to said… ‘are you sure you want to reschedule the procedure?
It was a long and uncomfortable walk to the prep-room, and when we got there Hector released my arm and handed me a plastic bag. He instructed me to go into a little room that had a curtain instead of a door. He asked me to take off all my clothes and put them in the bag. Then he handed me one of those hospital gowns. You know… the kind that is designed to strip you of all your dignity and make you feel more exposed and venerable then you’ve ever felt before.
After putting on the gown I noticed that my ass was hanging out of the back. Try as I might, I couldn’t stretch the cloth to cover my exposed behind. That’s when I saw Hector peeking through the curtains. The pervert was staring at my ass but when he saw me looking at him he smiled and asked if I was ready. Then he pushed a wheel chair into the room and with a big grin he patted the bench and told me to put my cute little tushie into the seat.
There was no way I was going to turn my bare bottom towards that flaming fruitcake so I just stood there looking at him. That’s when Hector decided to come around from behind the chair to help me get into the seat. It was more likely that he wanted to help himself into my seat, so as he approached, I clutched the back of my hospital gown and slowly backed away. Hector kept advancing and I kept retreating so we went around and around that wheelchair until I finally saw an opportunity to safely sit down.
The fruity nurse laughed, his very girly laugh, and called me a crazy gringo as he pushed my wheelchair into another room. There he tied a rubber tourniquet around my arm and tried to put an I.V. needle into the back of my hand. It only took him five tries, and while I would have normally fainted after the second attempt, there was no way I was going to allow myself to pass out while I was alone in the room with him. This was especially true after he started talking about the procedure. With a faraway and dreamy look in his eyes, he described the length and girth of the hose the doctor would be using… and then he said, “El doc-tor wheel e’put it in jew ass nice and e’slow. He wheel go in deeper and deeper. Ay bandito, It’z so beautiful I juice want to e’cry every time I thing about it.”
If I had any doubt about Hector’s sexual orientation, after listening to him describe the procedure, all my doubts were gone. Hector was what I called a real Granola Bar; flaky, fruity and nuts.
“listen up, Hector.” I said with my most manly voice. “There is no way that I am going to have sex with you.”
“What?” Hector said with a genuine look of surprise. Giving me a very stern look and with a very indignant voice he continued. “Is dat what jew ting? Will jew are so rung. Having sex wit jew is da last ting on my mine. DA LAST TING! No senor. First jew will half to ax me to dinner, and den to a show and den after dat….”
“Read my lips Hector… No Way!!!”
Hector looked disappointed so he changed the subject and asked me if I had taken the Koli-Kleen as proscribed. My revolted expression and the cold shiver that ran up and down my spine leaving my puckered face quivering with a look of pure disgust, told him all he needed to know.
“O’ I si, no juan e’toll jew?” The blank expression on my face let him know I had no idea what the hell he was talking about, so he went on. “Jew can e’take un poco de Tequila before jew drink that sheet. Dat e’helps it e’go down mucho more ezy.”
As soon as I figured out what he was trying to say, a light bulb went on over my head. What a great idea. I had a fully stocked bar at home and would have gladly downed a bottle of good Iris whisky if I had known it was okay to drink before taking that Koli-Krap. But then I started to imagine myself drunk and stumbling around the house, squirting and dripping all over the rug and the furniture. There was no way Rita would have cleaned up after me, and knowing her, she probably would have had no alternative but to shot me, torch the house for the insurance money and move down to Florida.
As Hector wheeled me into the procedure room I looked around nervously and saw the doctor and anesthesiologist standing there, but no sign of the dreaded “Big fat hose.” No doubt they planed on bringing it in after I was asleep. That sounded like such a waste of Anastasia. Not because I was so brave that I didn’t need it, but because all they would have had to do was to show me that “big fat hose” and I would have passed out on my own.
Before putting me under, the doctor had me roll over on my side, pull up my knees and count backward from a hundred. As I started to count I heard someone, standing behind me and singing with a swishy Spanish accent. To my great horror I realized it was Hector. He was standing behind me while he sang ”I fee pretty” from ‘West Side Story.’ Oh my god, that raving queen was going to be in the room while I was laying there unconscious and my naked butt exposed.
With my last once of strength I looked up at the doctor and with pleading eyes begged him. “Please shot me now before I pass out from the anesthesia,” but no such luck. The room went dark and the next thing I knew I was waking up in the recovery room, still feeling high from the drugs they gave me.
The first thing I saw was my doctor’s smiling face. He looked down at me and asked how I felt. I told him I felt great except for a little discomfort around that place where the sun never shines. That reminded me of my last thoughts before going under so I reached up, grasped my doctor by the collar and pulling his face down close to mine. In an almost threatening tone I asked him, “Did you leave me alone with Hector at any time during the procedure?” The doctor looked puzzled but he assured me that he hadn’t. When I let him go the doctor said he had good news. My colon was fine and there was no evidence of any malignancy.
“Thanks doc,” I said. Then I asked him to do me a favor. “Please tell my wife…”
“I’ve already given her the good news.” The doctor interrupted.
“No, not that.” I said, as I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down close to my face again. “I want you to let her know that you’ve performed a very thorough inspection of my entire intestinal track and looked into every nook and cranny of my colon… Got that?” The doctor nodded that he did. “Okay, then I want you to tell her that you’ve found absolutely no evidence that I’ve ever had my head up my ass.”
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Angie Gets Hooked By The Holiday Girl.

What drew my eyes though, was that her short skirt was riding up way over her ass. Two plump but totally gorgeous bum cheeks on view. More than that was the thong jammed tight up her crevice.
As she wiggled her hips a little more onto the table, I actually saw her ass hole several times. I almost dropped the bloody glasses. Fuck! It did look sexy.

Fantasy

Drill Sergeant Domination part III

This is a work of fiction. While I was a Drill Sgt at one time I never slept with Soldiers or put myself in such a position. But I always thought that it would make some really good erotic stories and here is what I have come up with. This is my first attempt at writing and would love any input.

True Story

Her girlfriend, my cousin

I guess it all started on a Saturday afternoon. My mothers bra was on top of the laundry pile. It caught my eye and I instantly became fascinated with it. I stole the bra and ran to my room to try it on. I remember the rush it gave me. I loved it and I decided to continue. I did everything I could to get my hands on more clothes. I stole bras, panties, pantyhose, slips and dresses from my mom. Swimsuits and bras from my cousins and grandma. I couldn’t get enough. I strained to look and feel more and more like a woman. I refused to be the typical person stuffing their bras with socks and tissue. It just didn’t look, but more importantly, feel like real breasts. So I got the bright idea to fill rubber gloves with water and use them as breasts. It worked for a long time until I learned what a breast form was. Then every cent of my pay checks were going to clothes and underwear. And that is where my story begins.
It was Thursday afternoon and my family had just left for my brothers baseball game somewhere south. I really didn’t care, the house was mine until Sunday. It wasn’t more than 2 minutes after they left the driveway that I was already in my room getting dressed. I had my breast forms glued to my chest, an expensive corset which was the pride and joy of my collection, with the attaching garters and nylons on. I continued to put my slip, and dress on completely oblivious to my surroundings. Unbeknownst to me my cousin had been recruited by my mother to check on me while they were away. She had let herself in with the key she had been given. She made he way down the stairs to my room where the music was playing and I obviously was, singing and dressing away. She turned the corner and we both let out a started yelp and of course I jumped to hide. There was no where to go, I was trapped. I stood there with my back to her trying to hide my shame.
“Trent? What are you doing.” she asked. Nervously keeping her distance from me.
“Nothing,” I replied nervously, “what the fuck are you doing here anyway?”
“Your mom asked me to come check on you, so I stopped by to see if you wanted to go get some dinner and you’re here dressed up like a girl. What are doing dressed up like that?” I turned around to face her. She had a mixture of emotions on her face. Im sure I had the same look on mine. I was blushing with embarrassment, but trying to hide it.
“I just like the way I look when I dress like a girl. I just… I want to be a girl,” I said hanging my head. For some reason Amanda always sympathized with me. I guess that’s why she was my favorite. We did a lot of things together aside from the usual thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. We hung out a lot, went to movies and had grown really close. And it had always been her that I had looked up to when I would dress up and play lady. It was here clothes that I had started my collection off with and I wanted to tell her so much but in that situation I figured the best thing to do was keep my mouth shut. She could I was being sincere. She moved closer to me and put her arm around me.
“Well maybe you could stay a boy a little while longer for me,” and then she did the one thing that surprised the hell out of me. She bent down and kissed me. I was shocked and instinctly pulled back.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I want to see what this is like. I know you have always wanted me and I’ve always wanted you too. So this seems like a better time than any doesn’t it?” she began fondling my breast with her hand as she bent in again for a another passionate kiss. Only this time I didn’t stop her. She stuck her tongue in to my mouth and we twisted and tangled. The grope session became a more furious and she and I began feeling each others breasts and rubbing each others bodies all over. I started to lift her sweater off so I could feel her big natural breasts. She took it eh rest of they way off with only a brief pause in the suck fest being created between out mouths. She wore a beautiful red satin bra over her huge 30DD breasts. Her skin was soft and silky and warm just the way I wished my skin was. But do to the hormone difference, all I could do was shave and lotion up. I unbuttoned her pants and she helped me shimmy them down her legs. The tiny red thong she was wearing was so hot on her I didn’t want her to take it off. She tore it off anyway. There she was, the only woman I admired enough to emulate, standing in front of me naked, kissing me and feeling up me fake female body. I was shaking with excitement and passion as she guided me over to the bed and lay me on my back. The pink silk slip I was wearing slid down around my waist when I bent my knees slightly and opened up my groin. The bulge of my penis was very obvious through the skimpy piece of cloth covering it. She maneuvered the garter and panty to free my penis and put it in her mouth. The warm and wet sensation of a beautiful girl softly sucking your penis was had me in a trance. I lost track of time as I lay on my back fondling my fake breasts with both hands. Thousands of images were running through my head imagining she was licking the swollen clitoris of my non-existent vagina. I longed to feel the deep penetrating power of a large penis enter me. I wanted it so bad.
She finished me off and rolled onto her back. I instinctively knew it was my turn. I got up and headed for her vagina. It was sopping wet when I got to it. I began by licking her swollen clit and tasting her juices. It was so sweet. I inserted a finger into her and began to stroke it back and forth. She began to squirm in ecstasy as I continued to singer fuck her. After a few moments of letting her wiggle I decided it was time to fuck her. I arched her legs and pulled her toward me. I gently pushed my penis into her. Enjoying every moment of it slowly sliding deeper and deeper into her. I reached my maximum depth in her. It was wonderful. But I still wondered what it felt like. I could only imagine. I was jealous of her. I started stroking in and out. Slowly at first but getting faster and faster. I reached the point of no return and spilled my cum all over deep inside her. I let out a deep sigh as I leaned forward and lay on top of her, still inside of her. The events of the day had exhausted me and I was tired as hell. I kissed her once more and she kissed me back. As we lay there together she whispered in my ear something I still remember. “I love you Trent. And if being a woman is what you want, I’ll do everything in my power to help you get there.” she kissed my neck and we fell asleep in each others arms. Girlfriend and cousin.
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Secret Room 4

Missy got to work just in the nick of time, thanks to a disruptive homeless man who argued with the bus driver and had to be escorted off by the police. Because of him, the bus was behind schedule about twenty minutes, and she wasn’t her usual fifteen minutes early for her shift.
“Missy, so glad you could join us!” said Derek, her boss, sarcastically. “I thought you weren’t going to be here. You’re practically late, you know.”
“I’m still on time.” she said, grabbing an apron and tying it around her waist. “Looks like I’ve got a minute to spare, too.”
“Well, just don’t let it happen again, okay? You know I like to have you girls here about fifteen minutes early, right?” he said, then turned and went into his office.
She stared at his closed door for a minute, then shrugged and went out to her first table.
“Can I take your order?” she asked the guy. He was in his early to mid thirties, she guessed, with sandy blonde hair and dreamy eyes.
“I’d like a fur burger with a side of thighs.” he said, straight-faced.
“Sorry, hon, breakfast only until ten.” she told him.
“Oh, well in that case, are your buns on the menu?” he asked. “And I’d really like to see your breast meat, too.”
“Are you going to order or not?” she demanded. “Quit fooling around and get serious!”
“Fine, bring me a coffee, and I’ll just think about your hair pie while I’m drinking it.” he said.
“Yeah, right.” she said, and turned to go get it, but before she could get out of there, he slipped his hand up under her skirt and pinched her ass lightly.
“Hey!” she exclaimed, jumping a little. He moved his hand and slid his middle finger right onto her pussy, slipping it between her labia and un-erringly finding her clit before pulling his hand away. She quickly moved back, out of reach, but he could tell that she’d been affected by it.
Her nipples were erect, she was breathing harder than usual, and two bright spots of color blushed her cheeks as he licked his finger and tasted of her. He smiled as she stood there, speechless.
There weren’t any other customers in the restaurant yet, because Monday mornings were the slowest day of the week. He slid out of the booth and took her hand, pulling her close to him, but she backed away with a look of fear in her eyes.
She fled to the ladies’ room, trying to get her emotions under control, but as she ran some water in the sink to splash her face, she saw tears flowing down her face. She was really rattled by her reaction to a total stranger’s rudeness. Her heart leapt into her throat as the door opened and he came into the bathroom with her, pausing only to turn the deadbolt and lock the door behind him. She tried to speak, but he held up one hand and stopped her with a gesture.
“Do you know why I did that?” he asked, his eyes boring into hers. She shook her head, too frightened to speak. “I could smell you. I could smell how horny you are. Well, I’m horny, too, and I figure we can take care of each other, right?”” He came right up to her and put his hands on her breasts through her blouse, rubbing her nipples.
She moaned as he began unbuttoning it and pulled it open. She was helpless to stop him as he kissed her, touching her bare breasts. He bent to take one of her nipples in his mouth and pulled up her skirt above her waist.
She opened her thighs for his hand as he slipped it back onto her pussy and fingered her again. She was kissing him back, passionately, and reached down to unbuckle his pants without any prompting. She pulled them open and got his cock out, then guided him into her with one hand.
“Oh, shit, you’re so tight!” he moaned, straightening up and driving it into her. She was so wet that he slid in easily, and the delicious friction was exactly what she needed to satisfy the itch Mike had started that morning.
“Oh, yes!” she moaned, feeling him fucking her with strong, steady strokes. She reached her peak quickly, shuddering and gasping for breath as she came. He pulled out of her a moment later and let her lean back against the sink.
“Boy, you sure came quickly.” he observed. “I’d like to fuck you again, but I’m afraid I didn’t bring any rubbers with me.”
“That’s okay.” she said, going to her knees. She took his cock in her mouth and tasted herself on it. It was interesting enough that she wondered what it would be like to eat out another woman.
He wasn’t nearly as big as Mike, so she had no trouble going all the way down on him. She bobbed her head as she sucked on it strongly, and a few minutes later, she was rewarded with a mouthful of hot, salty goo as he spurted off in her mouth. She swallowed it down, then heard the front door chime as another customer came in.
“I have to go!” she said, standing up and smoothing her skirt down. She hurriedly fastened the buttons of her blouse, then practically ran out of the bathroom. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror as he did up his pants.
Missy looked around the restaurant, but she didn’t see anyone else in there. She was puzzled, because she was sure she heard the front door chime. It was a very distinctive sound. A moment later, Derek stepped back through the door, and the chime sounded again.
“Oh, there you are.” he said. “I looked for you a minute ago, and you were nowhere to be found. Could I see you in my office for a moment, please? There’s something I need you to see.”
“Uh, sure, Derek.” she said. “I was in the bathroom for a moment.”
“Oh, that explains it.” he said, leading her back through the kitchen. “I thought you had stepped outside for a moment.” He held his office door open, then followed her through it.
He looked at her, then pointed out that her blouse was buttoned up wrong. She laughed nervously, then turned her back on him and fixed it. When she turned back around, he had moved very close to her.
“What did you want me to see?” she asked, trying to back away. He followed her, still very close, then bent his head and smelled her hair.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Missy.” he said. His hands found her waist and he kissed her. She struggled briefly, but then she gave in to it, and returned his kiss with ardent fervor. “Oh, God, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” he whispered. His hands moved up onto her breasts and fondled her nipples.
“Derek, wait.” she said, but he wasn’t listening. She took a step back and pushed his hands away.
“Missy, please…” he said, stepping closer once more.
“Derek, it’s just not a good idea for us to get involved.” she said.
“You want to bet?” he asked, mischievously. “I bet I can guess the color of your panties, and if I’m right, I get to take them off.”
“Huh, nice try, Derek!” she retorted. “What did you bring me in here to see?” He grinned at her and winked.
“If I can’t guess in three tries, then you get a dollar raise.” he said.
“If you do guess, then what happens?” she asked. “I really need that raise!” She looked at him, wondering if he could even guess that she wasn’t wearing any panties.
“Well, the first thing is you’re going to have to prove me wrong.” he told her, with a wink. “For something as serious as this, I’m not just going to take your word for it, right?”
“Okay, I’ll take the bet, but only on one condition.” she told him. “I’ll prove you wrong and take the dollar an hour raise, but then you have to eat me out and make me come. If you’re right, you get to take my panties off, and I’ll let you have me any way you want.”
“It’s a deal.” he said, eagerly. “You’re wearing white ones.”
“Wrong.” she said, smiling.
“Okay, then, pink, to match your outfit.” he guessed.
“Nope. Last try.” she told him.
“Okay, then, they’re black.” he said.
She grinned at him, then slowly hiked up her skirt and showed him her bare pussy. “I’m not wearing any, so get on your knees and get busy.” she told him. He slowly went to his knees and put his hands on her ass cheeks, drawing her nearer.
She opened her legs as he reached out with his tongue and licked her clit. She moaned and sat down on the floor, then leaned back and spread her thighs open wide.
He bent over her and licked her juices up as he fingered her. She began bucking her hips a moment later, going in time to his rhythmic tongue.
“Oh, yes, do it, just like that, do it, do it!” she gasped. He licked her clit, moving his tongue in small circles around it and over it. She bucked her hips, but he put his hands on her thighs and held her down as he ate her out. Just as she was about to come, he opened his pants and slid upward over her and placed his erection at the entrance to her womb.
“This wasn’t part of the bet, Derek.” she said, looking into his eyes. She could feel it pressing into her down there, just on the verge of sliding inside. He groaned and started to pull it away, but she grabbed his ass and held him there.
“Don’t stop.” she said. “But it’s going to cost you extra.”
“Anything you want.” he gasped. “But I get to do this whenever I want.”
“Fine.” she said, feeling him take her with one savage thrust. “Oh , God, yes!”
He began sliding it in and out faster and faster as her belly heaved under him. She was gasping for air, and then she came again, for the second time in about twenty minutes.
“Don’t come inside me!” she gasped. “When you get close, I’ll suck you off, okay?”
“Ahh, okay.” he gasped. “Get ready!” He pulled out of her and moved up her body until his throbbing cock was right in front of her face. She opened her mouth and took it inside, once again tasting her own juices on it, then swallowed rapidly as he spewed burst after burst down her throat.
“Ohh, yeah!” he sighed, feeling her let him go when he was done. “Damn, but you’re good at that!”
“My pleasure.” she said, pushing him off of her. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a table waiting for his coffee.”
“Oh, sure.” he said. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Sure, Derek, and thanks for the two dollar raise.” she said, getting up.
“Two dollars?!” he gasped. “I said one dollar!”
“Yeah, well then, you can forget about ever doing this again.” she retorted, pushing her skirt back down. “I was going to start every shift with a blowjob, too, but I guess if you’re too cheap…”
“No, wait!” he said. “Two dollars sounds fair to me.”
“I thought you might see things my way.” she smiled, then blew him a kiss on her way out the door.

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A Brother Sister Love Story

I never thought I liked my sister because when we were children we always fought for hours on end and we have never gotten along. I could not wait to go to college to get away from her and for four years. In college I had a sense of peace until she turned 19 and she decided to come to the same college and worst yet be in the same dorm section with me. I am 23 and do not need to be bothered by my bratty younger sister any more.
She has been here for a month and I am already fed up of her coming to my room and borrowing or should I say stealing my stuff. One day to get back at her I went to her room and stole my sister’s cheerleading photo album but was about to get the shock of my life when I started to look at it.
Getting back to my room I started to flip through her album and started to see some pictures that made me feel different about my sister, things that made me look at her as a woman. In the pictures there was my beautiful baby sister with her young lips sucking the head of some random guy’s cock. By this time I was at the point of cumming looking at these pictures of my sister who looked so beautiful. I flipped through a little more and found one of her topless, her breasts looked like ice cream and her nipples like pretty pink cherries on top.
Soon I heard a loud pounding on my door that broke my spell. “Brandon you idiot where is my damn album?!” I quickly hid it and went to open the door for her. When I opened it I could not help but stare at her beautiful teeny bopper body and baby face. “Damn it Brandon where is my album, I know you took it. Tasha told me you went to my room and she saw you walking out with it!” I looked at my sister and said “I don’t know what you are talking about Cindy.” Cindy continued to rant and I could not help but fall even more in love with her mouth and knew I just had to kiss her pretty lips. Jeff a fellow senior in my ethics class came over and said “oye mami! What’s the problem” “no problem here except for my boggier of a brother!” “I just want to invite both of you to a little shin dig at our frat house” I said “I can’t go I have to study” “what about you mami can you come?” “Of course I can I am not a stick in the mud like that one.” I turned to look at her as she knew how to push my buttons but now she was pushing a button that I am glad she did. I looked back at Jeff and said “you know what, forget studying tonight is frat night” “cool bro, see you there mami.”
That night at the party was when everything changed between my sister and me. We were both adults and since we never lived as brother and sister to start with, but sworn enemies. That made what happened even sweeter.
At the party there were two jocks hitting on my sister and at first she could handle her stories but soon things got physical. The taller guy grabbed my sister’s arm and tried to kiss her but she was fighting him off so I intervened. “Hey guy’s what seems to be the problem here?” “No problem here, except this hoochie keeps fooling around and just don’t wanna play nice.” “Guys that hoochie happens to be my sister and I don’t like the way you are handling her and what you are saying about her!” We exchanged words and soon the guy was floored. I took Cindy back to my room and she was in tears. “Thanks B I owe you.” “No problem you are my sister and I love you, I just family hate you.” She looked up at me and as our eyes met she moved in closer and soon we were having a sweet passionate kiss. I kissed her in a not at all brotherly kiss and I felt more than I ever felt, than when I kissed any other girl. I pulled away and said “wait, we can’t do this, you are my sister.” Cindy looked at me so sly and said “yes I am your sister, but remember the show on history, Cain had his sister and that is why Abel died for her love. I am your sister you have no one to fight for my love and most of all I want you, I did all those mean things to you just so you can notice me.” I was shocked but could not help but be a little happy that my sister wanted me. I had butterflies in my stomach as I looked at her. Only then looking at this beautiful girl I realized, she was the first girl to make me have knots and she truly had me crushing on her. We got a little closer and started to kiss again. Then we heard my roommate’s key rattling in the key hole so we broke away from each other and pretended nothing happened. When my roommate came in we all talked and then my sister left. Over the next few weeks my sister and I hooked up but never really had sex but she gave me a few blow and hand jobs that felt so good. We broke off our outside relationships and started spending more time on us.
The night my sister turned 20 was the first time I made love to her for the first time we both realized we were both virgins (in the sense I never penetrated a woman and she was never penetrated) and we were each others first.
The night of her birthday we were at school so I rented a little room off campus for the night so my sister and I could have a little privacy. We started the evening with a dinner date at a cozy little Italian restaurant where we shared dinner and a little dancing. On the dance floor I gently caressed my sister’s back and I loved how her head felt on my shoulder. She looked so beautiful with her jet black off the shoulder length hair falling neatly over her shoulders; she wore a beautiful pink open back dress that hugged her 5’3” tall 102 pound 34-25-38 body. My sister did not have on a bra so I could feel the heat of her breasts rub on my chest which made my cock quiver. After dancing we went back to the booth and I said “I love you so much. You are no longer a little girl and I have known you for the past 20 years” when I was speaking, she smiled and giggled, so I continued “I think it is time, time to…” she broke my words by placing her hand on my mouth and completed my thought “I am ready for you to make me feel like a woman.” I called for the check and went off to our room for our rendezvous.
When we entered the room she took out some lavender scented candles and lit them. I took out some rose petals I had in a bag and laid them in the shape of a heart on the bed. Before I started on my sister I asked her one of the most unromantic questions you can ask before sex “are you on the pill?” ‘Brandon you butt-head just shut up and kiss me it is all taken care off” my sister, to shut me up stuck her tongue into my mouth which was the best way to be shut up.
I started to massage her back while we were kissing and I unbuckled her dress. She let her dress drop onto the floor and she stepped out of it. She had on a nice blue pair of panties that looked so good on her, but would marvelous off her which they soon were. Her little black hairs were poking out as if to tell me hello. We broke our kiss and she helped me out of my own clothes and although I am only a 7 incher my cock was so thick that my sister could never really gets all of it into her mouth. As I said she was not only the best kisser she always gave me the best blowjob I ever had, that I could never complain. When we were both still in our underwear we put our hands into each other’s underwear and fondled each other while we enjoyed each other tongues.
When things started to heat up we broke our kiss and I wanted to go all the way but she told me that I had to wait. She stood in front of me and as the cool night air hit her nipples and they stood up like little solders. She cupped her hand under her left breast and pushed it up until she got her perky little nipple into her mouth. She sucked on it while I watched, while my hand reached for my throbbing member. Seeing how hot she made me my sweet little 20 year old darling sister stopped sucking herself and knelt down in front of me. She pulled my underwear off, leaned over and took the head of my cock into her mouth. She licked it and let her saliva run down my shaft. She licked the entire shaft down to my balls, and sucked first one, then she sucked the other one into the warm, wet cave of her little mouth. I tried to remove her panties, so she stood and slipped out of them for me. I could see how damp between my angel’s legs were and her clit was poking out saying “here I am, time for you to take me”. I reached up and took her hands and brought her to the bed where I made her squat over my face. I let my tongue gently split her cunt and she started to get so excited. She tried to bend over and lick my cock, but I stopped her. I made her get up took her arm in my hand and guided her into the bathroom. I reached into the overnight bag I brought and took out some lube. I began greasing her ass and cunt in slow but swift motions. I never said a word; I just inserted my cock slowly up her ass. I started to feel her get excited as my shaft was rubbing inside of her. Although we were still virgins, it felt for me like I knew how good sex will be and how great it was sexing my sister. I started to feel her wiggling her ass and squeeze down on my cock. She moaned “it feel’s so hard, it feels like an iron rod” and I just kept on sliding my cock up and down her sweet ass. I began to pound her ass as my climax neared, and I felt her start to spasm in orgasm. It felt like I came for fifteen minutes into my sister, and I had to hold her up as her legs became so weak. As I pulled out, the sticky fluid running out of her ass and down her legs looked so nice. I picked her up and carried her back to the bed and laid her down gently. I went back to the bathroom to get a bath cloth and wiped my girl’s ass. Our first experience took a lot out of her even at 20 so I lay next to her and we cuddled I told her “Happy Birthday Sister I Love You.” When she got a little energy she switched position and said “let me show you how much I love you big bro” she started to suck on my cock again. She fell asleep that night with her face in my groin, and to me she never looked as beautiful as she looked just then. The next morning I awakened by my sister sucking on my magnificent cock. Although I had penetrated her ass I was still unsatisfied not getting into her exquisite hole but I waited until the time was right.
We had never really had time alone at the dorm to get any further but continued to suck each other with whatever little time we had. Soon thanksgiving break was upon us but we decided even before we went home to look around for an apartment off campus where we can be alone. We found the perfect place and over the thanksgiving holiday we spoke to our parents and they poked fun about my sister and I living together. We explained what had happened to her and they agreed as long as we get along. We agreed but could not move in until the week before the New Year so when we went back to college we did the norm in the dorms but when the Christmas break came and as we had 2 weeks at home we decided to spend 1 week there and 1 week moving into our new abode and love nest.
When we arrived home our crazy cousin Peter was visiting and he had hung mistletoe over the door. As we entered he was sitting on the couch and our parents were sitting on separate sides on arm chairs. Our cousin said “Uh Oh, mistletoe you know what you have to do!” we pretended to argue but we kissed on the lips for about 10 seconds or so but we know truly we wanted to do more. We angrily broke our kiss and started to pretend argue and fight. Our father said “play nice, it’s Christmas.” We whiningly agreed. At dinner we told them our plan and they had no problem with the plan. As Christmas day was upon us I did not want any presents except the one between my sister’s legs. 2 days after Christmas we left home so we can move out of the dorm and into our apartment. When the last box reached the apartment I scooped my sister up and carried her over the threshold. When I put her down she said “I have a present for you!” “What is it? All I want is you!” She said “Shush just go to the bedroom and lay down.” I did what I was told and soon my sister came out wearing a sweet pretty pink see through lingerie and black lacy panties. “Merry Christmas darling this is for you.”
I had my sister lay on the bed and gave her a wonderful striptease show and she giggled. When I was completely naked I jumped into bed with the sweet 20 year old and started to rub her pussy through her panties. It was not long before her panties were saturated with her juices and we kissed and I helped her out of her clothes. As I saw her pretty pussy lips I played with it with 2 of my fingers and spread her slit letting my fingers fall into it. I started to suck her nipple and as she moaned I kissed down to her beautiful cunt and before I invaded her with my tongue I kissed and caressed her inner thighs with my tongue. As I saw her clit I moved my tongue to her hole and invaded her. As my mouth hit her pussy her hair felt like a soft carpet gently caressing my face in just the right way, as I ate out my wonderful luscious sister.
Soon enough we were both wet and our fluids mixed so that I could easily penetrate my sister’s pussy. As I moved my mouth and replaced it with my cock I knew this was what I waited for. As I gently slid my
member into her well lubricated hole I could feel her body tremble and hear her moan beneath me. Our bed shook and pounded the wall as I pounded her exquisite pussy, we were both in heaven. I loved taking my sister and she loved being taken. I cummed inside her and the sweet sticky juices flowing into and out of her had her so excited, as I pounded her, her pussy walls responded positively by hugging my cock so generously. I could not believe that my soul mate and lover could have been my own sister but it was true.
We started our new year in each other’s arms and inside of each other. As the year progressed I finished college and Cindy was now entering into her second year and our love life was in full bloom. Every moment we were alone she will suck my cum and I will eat her pussy and I will pound her as much as I could. Outsiders always thought we were married or just two people shacking up but little did they know I was Cindy’s brother and she was my sister. Over the summer vacation I had found a pretty good job that could be permanent and Cindy got one in the same company just for the holidays and of course we took our breaks and lunch together, we were so inseparable.
One weekend we were surprised by a visit by our parents who decided to stay for the week. We knew our parents would hate what we were doing but we could not hide our love for each other any more. Four days into our parent’s visit we sat them down and had “The Talk” with them. “Mom dad, Cindy and I have something to tell you” our parents were confused and unsure my dad asked “what? What is the matter?” “Mom dad, Cindy and I have something to confess” looking more dazed mom asked “what?” “Mom dad, Brandon and I love each other” our parents laughed “ha ha that’s all” “no mom we are in love with each other!” our parents draw dropped. Our dad stood up and said, “What the hell is wrong with you two, are you absolutely insane!” I responded to our father “no dad, I love Cindy so much and I cannot bear to be without her.” As I said that Cindy and I kissed lightly on the lips to show them how much we were into each other. Our father could not help but sit down, wipe his brow and give in “fine, if you love each other, who am I too stand in your way.” On the other hand our mother was not so easy “Eric have you lost your mind!” “No children of mine will be in this sick perverted shit!” Then our mom stormed out of the apartment. “Don’t worry guys your mom just needs to cool down” and dad went to look for mom.
Two hours after the out burst dad brought mom back and she said “are you sure you two are really in love?” “Yes mom, I never loved anyone as much as I love Brandon” “I can’t say I approve but I am willing o give you two my blessing, if the love you share is real.” “Thanks mom” and Cindy hugged our mother and I shook dad’s hand and we all shared a family hug. After that I grabbed Cindy and tongued her in front of our parents to which our mom responded “alright guys break it up.” We did break it up and our dad joked “well I expect a couple grand kids from you hahahahaaha.” Mom hit his arm but then responded “if your love is true we will welcome any grand children you two have.” We so happy we had our parent’s approval that when mom and dad left I went out and bought Cindy a huge diamond ring which she wore as if she was my wife and I was her husband. Over the next few years sex between us was so great that when Cindy finished college she got off the pill and we were blessed with our first two children. Twin daughter’s who our parents adored and they were so proud of us that it was not a passing fad between my sister and I but our love was real.
Incest may be considered taboo but what my sister and I share is true and having my sister under me and when I am inside her, it is the best feeling anyone could ever have and no one could ever change our love.

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What he’s thinking – ch 6

Entry Six: — Laura + me + art modeling ———————
Writing about Laura’s story kept it fresh in my mind. So the next time I saw her I asked about her thoughts on exhibitionism. I assumed that like most sensual women she loved flaunting herself. What I was wondering was if she thought Jon liked giving the strip show to an audience of women the way a woman might in front of a male audience. This led to the usual discussion about bikinis versus nudity. We both admitted that we had experienced the feeling at times of being more naked in a skimpy bathing suit than when actually naked where nudity was expected. In Laura’s case, this mostly meant nudist camps, resorts, and beaches. She went to all of these regularly. I, on the other hand, just meant getting naked with a lover. I was dying to hear some details about her experiences with mixed nudity. For instance, was it true that the men generally didn’t have embarrassing situations? In my experience, when I got alone with a guy, we always had to work around his erection to get his pants off. But I never got to ask much about nudist camps because we got off on another tangent.
My question about a girl putting on a show in front of a male audience prompted Laura to disclose the fact that she occasionally modeled for art classes and art sessions. The difference was that sessions were usually in the evenings and all the students or artists did was draw or paint the model. There was generally no instructor nor any instruction. Laura had started posing in college after herself taking a course in figure drawing where she realized she’d much rather be the girl naked on the stage than one of the students drawing her, especially with more than half the class being males. While still a history student she’d only posed once or twice a semester. The schools always want variety and there were many takers. So a girl was never asked to pose more than twice for the same class. Since college, Laura has generally been on call for three or four classes simultaneously, and gets to flash her ass at a lot of male strangers about once a month. I could go on giving her story second hand, but instead I’ll record here my own experience. It came almost immediately because she offered to let me take her turn that very night.
“Well, the guy who lines up the models is sort of hard up. He doesn’t mind using a model twice per session but likes to space out your turns. When I was getting dressed last week, he promised me he’d call me again in about two months. But last night he called me back. Most of the girls are college age and on vacation this week. When the girl who’d been scheduled called in sick, I was the only model he could find. But he’d much rather not use me two weeks in a row. If you take it tonight I’ll still get another turn later. Besides, he once asked me if I knew any pretty small breasted girls who would be interested. Most of the girls begging to show off their tits are cows like me. Well, are you interested?”
It was one of those situations where I didn’t know if I really wanted to do it, but knew full well that if I didn’t jump at the chance, I’d be forever afterwards kicking myself. Doing it and not enjoying the experience could hardly be as bad as not knowing. Of course I accepted her offer. When I suggested we notify the professor she said first he wasn’t a professor, just an organizer, original a student who stayed in the area after he graduated. And second, he wouldn’t care much as long as someone showed up, preferably female, preferably pretty. But in fact, that was only for the artists’ pleasure. In the actual classes they even paid lip service to wanting variety, not just pretty young girls. In her experience as a student when they sometimes got fat females they still preferred them to guys.
“I think everyone, even the girl artists would prefer painting breasts and pubes to penises. One lady claimed a male chest was too plain to be interesting. We only did one guy, and I guess I didn’t find his limp penis the least bit interesting. Yet every other time, I’d always at least been interested in the girl’s nipples.
Well, as the appointed time was only three hours away, I hardly had any time to even get nervous. Laura gave me some pointers, but absolutely refused to accompany me. At least not as a companion. She would have loved being there as an artist to watch me do my thing. But as she’d been the model just the week before, everyone would recognize her. The reason she wouldn’t accompany me was that the model isn’t supposed to have any reason to be nervous. A chaperone would spoil the atmosphere for everyone, especially the model. After doing it I have to admit that showing up with another girl would have been silly.
One of the things Laura had talked about was getting undressed. Basically, don’t make a big thing about it. Generally she liked to push the limit, undressing next to the stage where everyone could see her if they wanted to watch. But most girls stripped in the corner of the room and just walked up to the stage stark naked. “Clothed in nudity” was an expression Laura used meaning that she was modestly attired the way she was supposed to be. It was all almost too modest which was why she liked giving the guys a semi strip show. For my first experience she recommended I follow the modest example.
“You can get a feel for things as you go along. Like pussy spread. You shouldn’t pose with your legs wide open. But if you sit in a way that feels comfortable, you won’t look like you’re trying to give a show. If you’re too conservative usually one of the women will ask you to be a little more daring. I only saw that happen once when I was a student. The models are there because they like showing off. One time when I was modeling there were only seven artists, all males. All night I kept getting more and more daring until I stopped just short of actually masturbating. The guys loved it. If there had been any women present, however, I’m sure the men would have been too embarrassed to show their pleasure.”
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Perhaps I’ve overstated this mind reading business. For perfect reading I have to be actually making eye contact with the person. I already said I only know what they’re thinking, not what else they know. So, I’m standing half naked in a fancy dress in front of a guy with a big bulge in his trousers. No big deal that I know what he’s thinking. But then I pick up the fact that he’s got to make his conquest quickly because the appointment he can’t break is at ten thirty? He didn’t say that out loud!
Facts about myself are so easy to pick up, I don’t even need eye contact. A time schedule for my seduction is important to my suitor, and I can get that information without looking at him. All it takes is his eyes on me. Of course, if he’s thinking about me he’s probably looking at me anyway. A guy walking behind me watching my fanny wiggle in front of him is ridiculously easy to read, even in detail. But say I’m looking one way, and he’s looking in the other direction at some other female. I can barely read such strong emotions as lust and jealosy. I can tell simple things like whether he thinks he’ll score or isn’t tempted to try. The guy looking at my fanny, however, is telling me exactly how he’s picturing me, usually, of course, naked. But some guys imagine me in a skin tight bathing suit,or a thong. If I’m naked I may be a few feet away, or right in his lap,around his shaft. If the guy’s got a vivid imagination I can see my own seduction in detail in his mind. Sometimes it’s a better fantasy than my own.
Anyway, the session was every bit as much fun as Laura had promised. I walked in the room and stayed pretty much unnoticed. I gathered the people didn’t know each other well, and I was not the only attractive girl there. And the organizer was expecting Laura. I pretty much figured out who he was because he kept nervously looking at the clock. So a few minutes after arriving and a few minutes before the hour I simply walked to one corner of the room and calmly took my clothes off. Harry immediately walked over to me and started talking.
“I was hoping you were the model when I didn’t see you setting up any equipment. What happened to Laura?”
“Oh, nothing. She said you’d rather have another model than use her two weeks in a row. And I could use a few extra bucks. Besides, I like doing it. I guess we all do I suppose? She also said you told her once you wanted a few girls a bit less well built. I hope I’m not too disappointing small. The names Karen by the way.”
“Harry. Karen, anyone as pretty as you doesn’t have to worry about disappointing anyone. But Laura’s right. I think we’ll all love painting someone with such a beautiful, delicate figure. And I think you asked just because you wanted a well deserved compliment. Well, you know the routine. After you finish stretching do a few quick, say five minute poses, then twenty to thirty minutes. We’re paying eleven an hour now. I would suggest two ten minute breaks, but that’s your call. If you get tired and have to break a pose, try to give us a few minute’s warning. And enjoy yourself as much as you like.”
I never figured out what he meant by that last sentence. Did he mean relax or get playful and tease the guys? I doubt he meant much of anything. Sort of like saying “have a nice day”. Well, I had a nice evening. Stretching naked made me realize for the first time how many yoga postures included flaunting your pussy. And your ass hole. Even with tights on it’s pretty significant. But usually I’m either in private or in a room filled mostly with other women doing the same thing. I realized as I was doing it that I was probably competing with a typical naked bar routine on an even basis. But it would have been embarrassing to suddenly stop. As it was, while I seemed to draw the eyes of every male there, I didn’t see any obvious disapproval, even from the women. I guess I wasn’t the first model to be this uninhibited.
I thought it would be fun to do some mind reading with the guys studying my nude body. While posing, I rarely got to make eye contact, but at the beginning of a pose I’d received plenty of erotic images. As far as any of the regular signs of male interest, I was not disappointed in their initial reactions, but a few minutes into each pose, all signs of erections seemed to disappear. The guys obviously liked studying my naked body, but it held their long term interest more as a example of pleasing art than as a sex object. As the sexual interest declined during each pose, the mental images almost faded completely. Effectively, when they were only interested in my body as artwork, they were no longer interested in me at all.
What was fun was talking to people during my break. Laura had told me that many models put a robe on when not posing. She didn’t and I followed her example. Standing naked next to a guy discussing a drawing he’s just done of your body is really sexy. I had no trouble reawakening an interest in any man I talked with. There was plenty of lust to enjoy in their thoughts, and a fair amount of fantasy as well. Some of the older guys were always trying to imagine some way they could end up in bed with me. The younger guys didn’t need to imagine a senerio. All they thought about was what it would actually be like. On a beach we say the guys are always undressing us with their eyes. Well, when standing there naked, my pussy totally exposed, what they were doing was fucking me with their eyes. I was already undressed. The nice thing was I could show off my tits with no fear of having them mishandled, while still enjoying the lustful thoughts they inspired.

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The short love story of two high school lesbians takes a turn as a young classmate of theirs declares his love for Nicole.