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I married Jim right out of high school, without thinking about what our future would be like. I was in love with him, or so I thought, so it probably wouldn't have mattered anyway. Now after twenty years of marriage, I was tired of struggling to pay the bills. Jim had been in and out of work for most of our marriage, and the bulk of taking care of our son, and supporting the household fell on me. Thank God my son received a a full four year academic scholarship. If it wasn't for that he never would have been able to go to college.

Now with our son off to college, some of the financial burden had been lifted, but not totally. Jim's sexual appetite changed, and he still didn't want to get off his ass and work. While I was out working all day, and a meaningless job, he laid on the couch and watched television. He never even helped around the house. Every day for the past two months without fail, when I walked in the door, he would follow me to the kitchen, roughly bend me over the table, and rammed his cock into my dry pussy. It hurt like hell, but I loved his big cock. If it wasn't for his ten inches, I probably would have left him years ago. Besides, it was easier to just let him use me, than argue about it. I tried that once and he went ballistic, screaming about how I was his wife, and it was my duty to take his cock, wherever and whenever he wanted. I never agreed with him, but I never protested either. Maybe deep down inside, I like being treated like nothing more than a trifle. It never really bothered me that Jim only saw me as the breadwinner, and whore for him. On some level it actually turned me on. After twenty years of marriage he still fucked me every day. Before our son went to college, he wasn't as impolite and rude, as he had now become during sex, but we have had sex every day since we were married. How many couples can say that?

He was overly rough with me, which only made me know he was sitting there watching porn movies all day. He called me filthy and obscene names, while I moaned in pleasure like the good wife. He would spank me, and try to duplicate nasty things he saw in his porn movies. If he watched a movie where the woman was bound and gaged, then that would be what would happen to me when I got home. To be honest, I liked the fact that it was always something different. The variety was something I liked. Even through everything, I wanted to please my husband. I let him do anything he wanted to me. He has gone so far as to even urinate on me. I have to admit that wasn't too pleasurable, but I dealt with it. Luckily he had only had the desire to do that once in all our years together. All these things running through my brain as he pounded my pussy from behind, spanking me, making me say degrading things about myself.

"Tell me what a piece of shit whore you are bitch!"

"Yes, yes, I'm a dirty piece of shit whore for you to use!"

"You like it, don't you bitch?"

"Yes Ohhhhh fuck yes!"

"You like being used like a play thing, taking my cock like a good whore, don't you?"

"Oh yes, please fuck me, fuck me hard and rough!"

Just as I said that he shot his hot load deep inside my cunt, as he smacked my ass. He laid down on top of my back while he rested for a minute until he had the energy again to move. He pulled his now soft cock out of my dripping cunt, smacked me on my ass and said: "Get dinner on the table, I'm hungry."

Of course I obeyed, and started to get dinner going. As I was cutting the tomato for the salad, my mind wandered back to what had happened on the table we would soon be eating dinner on. I thought about how Jim had been rougher than he had ever been, and I had actually liked it. I know most women would have probably screamed rape, and divorced him, but I enjoyed it. As I kept running through it in my mind, my pussy began to get very wet. He made me feel as if I was only good for fucking, and nothing more, and it turned me on more than anything I had ever felt. I started to daydream, and dinner was taking a bit longer than usual.

"Hurry up with dinner, I'm hungry!" Jim screamed from the other room.

I knew better than to dilly dally, and I snapped out my trance and got dinner on the table. I called Jim into the kitchen for dinner, hoping he wasn't still angry with me for being late with dinner. Jim sat down, and I stood next to him to serve him his food. As I spooned out some mashed potatoes onto his plate, I felt Jim's hands grabbing my ass through my jeans.

"Sit and eat dinner with me naked." "I want to see all of my whore while I eat."

Shocked, but turned on, I got up and took off all my clothes, and put them neatly on the empty chair beside me. Again I stood next to him, and went back to serving Jim his dinner. As I bent over to put the food in his plate, he grabbed my nipple and pinched it real hard. I tried not to make a sound, as not to upset him, but it felt great. He then spanked my bare ass, and inserted his finger into my dripping wet pussy.

"What a fucking whore you are." "Your dirty cunt is soaking wet!"

He sounded angry, so I kept quiet. I guess he always thought I got no enjoyment from his treatment, which of course made it more exciting for him. Now that he realized it actually turned me on, he was screaming about how he would fix that. He was determined in making me suffer through sex. We sat and ate in silence. When he was done eating he looked me right in the eyes and said: "I will find something to do to you that will not make it so enjoyable next time."

With that, he got up and went back into the living room to watch the baseball game. His words frightened me somewhat, but I could feel my pussy dripping my juices. I had no idea what he had in mind, but it excited me just to wonder about it. All kinds of ideas were going through my head. Leashes, and collars, bondage, toys. My mind was in a whirlwind trying to figure it out.

I finished cleaning up the table, and washed the dishes.I walked into the living room, and Jim didn't even look at me. I was still naked from dinner, and he didn't even so much as breathe my way. I continued upstairs to take a shower. I stepped under the streaming hot water, as I again relived what had happened in my mind. I began rubbing my pussy, remembering that I had not cum while Jim fucked me. I needed to cum now. I thought about the different things Jim could have been planning, and I had one of the best orgasms I have ever had. I finished washing up, and stepped out of the shower to dry off. I could hear Jim downstairs cheering as his team hit a home run. I decided to stay up in the bedroom and watch television there, since baseball wasn't my thing. I didn't realize how tired I was until I drifted off to sleep.

I awoke about 2:00 A.M. to find that Jim wasn't in bed with me. I thought he just fell asleep on the couch, and since he was a bit angry with me, I figured he didn't make an effort to come upstairs to bed. I was a little hungry, so I got up out of bed, and put my robe on, and headed to the kitchen. As I came to the top of the stairs, I heard Jim typing on the computer. I quietly went down a few steps until I could see Jim. He was at the computer, stroking his cock with one hand while he typed with the other. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I knew Jim masturbated, but I didn't know he was chatting with some whore on line to help him get off. I was furious, but I stayed quiet and watched him. His cock was rock hard, so whoever he was chatting with was really turning him on. As I watched him. my hand slid down to open my robe, so I could play with my pussy. If he could do it, so could I. I rubbed my clit, watching his hand go up and down on his cock, wishing I could suck on it. I thought he would continue until he came, but he stopped, shut down the computer and headed for the stairs. I jumped up and ran back to bed, throwing my bathrobe in the chair, and getting under the covers. Since our son left, I had been ordered by Jim to sleep nude, just in case he wanted to fuck me. There I was naked, under the covers, waiting for Jim to get into bed. I had hoped he would go right to sleep, so I could head back downstairs, and investigate who he had been chatting with.

He climbed into bed, and grabbed me by my hair and forced me to suck his cock. I took him in my mouth like the greedy slut I knew I was becoming. I was going to make sure he didn't have the need to chat with other women. I sucked his cock for about twenty minutes, before he threw me down on the bed. I looked up at him, and his eyes were dead. It was like some creature had taken over his body, and was now going to fuck me. He smacked me hard in the face, as he pinched my nipples.

"Since you like being a whore so much, I'm going to fuck you like the whore you really are."

That was all he said before he grabbed my legs and spread me wide for him. His cock entered me hard and fast, making me scream, and of course moan. he pumped into me, telling me what a whore I was, and how he knew how to use me now. I had no idea what he meant by that, but if it included him fucking me like this, he would get no argument from me. He rammed his whole ten inches of hard meat into me, not caring if I enjoyed it or not. I kept thinking about how some cheap on line whore had gotten him all excited, and then he came and used me like I was nothing. I couldn't explain it, but I wanted more. I wouldn't dare tell Jim the truth. I would only hope he would use me more and more. I would do anything he wanted. I would prove to him that he is the only man I want, and I will satisfy his every need. I wasn't going to lose my husband to some on line slut. He was fucking me hard, and just when he was about to cum, he pulled his cock out, and shot his hot load all over my face.

"Since you like being a whore, then you should like wearing my cum, bitch!"

After he was finished, he turned over and went to sleep. Nothing more was said that night. I laid there with his cum dripping off my face onto my hair, waiting for him to fall asleep before I got up and cleaned myself off. As I stepped from the bathroom, I realized I was more hungry now than before, so I again headed for the kitchen. I made myself a sandwich, still wondering who Jim was talking to on the computer. I had to know, so I made my way over to the computer.

First I checked the history of the pages he visited. Everything looked normal, until I noticed a website called 'I Married a Whore' As I scanned the site there were bulletin postings of men who treat their wives like whores, just like Jim. One bulletin read about a guy who forced his wife to fuck women. He defended himself by saying that, she was a whore and knew her place. He talked about how she would fuck him whenever he wanted, and would watch him fuck other women after she got their pussies ready for him. I couldn't believe a woman would let her husband fuck other women while she watched. That's a true whore I thought to myself. I would never put up with that, or so I thought.

I shut down the computer, and was a little happy that at least he wasn't chatting with some other woman. On the other hand, if he thought I was going to do anything like that website, he was sadly mistaken. I went back upstairs and, I laid down in the bed next to him, and drifted off to sleep.

The alarm went off at 6:00 A.M., and as usual I jumped up out of bed wanting to get breakfast on the table before Jim woke up. I was moving so fast, I almost didn't noticed that Jim was not even in bed, but I did see the note Jim had left me. It read: Good morning whore. I went fishing. I will be home tonight. Dinner should be served at the usual time. I was relieved that I had the whole house to myself. I called in sick at work, and decided to enjoy my day home alone. I went down to the kitchen and made myself coffee, while I contemplated how I would spend my day. I first decided to get the cleaning and laundry done, so I would not have to worry about it later.

I was done with all the housekeeping by 10:00 A.M. Now it was my turn to lay around and watch television, and do nothing. I watched all my favorite shows that I never get a chance to watch since I'm at work all day. At about 3:00 P.M. I was startled by the phone ringing. I picked up the receiver, and before I had a chance to say hello, Jim was already speaking. "I'm bringing a friend home for dinner, so set an extra plate, and have dinner ready at 5:00 P.M.," and then the line went dead. he was really treating me like I was nothing more than his servant. Of course I got up and started dinner like I was told. I had decided to fry up some chicken cutlets, whip up some mashed potatoes, and cut up vegetables for a salad. Breading the chicken was time consuming and 5:00 was approaching fast. I hurried with the salad and had dinner on the table at exactly 5:00 P.M.

I heard Jim come through the door, and went to the front door to greet him. He dropped his fishing equipment and walked past me without saying anything, and headed for the kitchen. I assumed the man following him was the friend he spoke about. I followed behind them and began serving dinner.

"This is the whore wife of mine that I told you about Doug."

"She's fat,I think you should give me back some of that money," Doug said with a disgusted look on his face. "What did he mean by that?" "What money?" I thought to myself.

"Yeah she's fat but she's just something to fuck, so who cares," Jim said laughing.

I finished serving the idiots, and started to walk out of the kitchen. "Where you going whore?" Not waiting for an answer he ordered me back to the empty seat at the table. I couldn't believe he was acting this way in front of a total stranger. I was mortified. His terrible treatment of me had always stayed something we did in our personal lives. He had never talked to me this way in front of anyone else. I was not liking this at all, and Jim sensed that which only made him push more. He began talking about as if I wasn't even in the room.

"The bitch can suck cock too," Jim said. "She's actually pretty good at it." "Isn't that right whore?" Jim asked as he turned his gaze to me. I hated him at that moment. How dare he treat me this way in front of his friend.

"Answer me cunt!" Jim snapped.

"Yes Sir, that's correct," I said with the phoniest smile I could muster.

After getting over the urge to reach across the table and stab him in the neck with my fork, I decided I would play along. He only liked treating me this way if he knew I hated it, so I would act like I loved it. I thought I would be teaching him a lesson, but little did I know this would soon back fire right on my face.

I awoke out of my daze to hear Jim bad mouthing me some more. "That's right Doug, I fucked my whore of a wife right here on this table just yesterday." "Isn't that right whore?" he directed at me.

"Oh yes I said, and he spanked my fat ass, and fucked me real hard Doug."

You could see by the expression on Jim's face that he was shocked at my answer. I was in awe at my defeat, so much so that I didn't notice him bringing his hand back to smack me in the face. I fell out of the chair, and onto the floor, as the two jerks just laughed at me.

"Get off your fat ass, and give us seconds on dinner bitch!" Jim bellowed.

I quickly jumped to my feet, and did as I was told. At this point I was afraid not to, but I still acted like I loved it. Jim was getting angrier and angrier. "Good for him!" I thought.

They continued eating, changing the subject to the fishing trip, until they finished dinner. When they were done, they got up and headed for the living room. I cleaned up the dishes, and put up a pot of coffee. I stepped into the living room, and asked Jim and Doug if they would like coffee. "yes whore, and when you're done with that I think Doug would like to see how good a cock sucking whore you are." Jim said snickering.

I turned and went back into the kitchen to get the coffee, hoping Jim was only joking. He wouldn't seriously want to see me suck another man's cock while he watched, would he? I didn't know what to do. Should I continue to play along, and suck his friends cock to his heart's content, or run out the back door. Needless to say, no matter what I was thinking, I stepped back into the living room with coffee for everyone.

"Okay whore, we got the coffee, now get on your knees and suck my friend's cock like a good whore."

He was serious. He actually wanted to share me with another man. "How could he love me if he wanted to share me?" I thought to myself. I looked him straight in the eyes, and saw the non-existent look he had before. I knew now he was serious, and he truly wanted me to get down on my knees and have my mouth fucked by a total stranger. Depressed, and confused I lowered myself to my knees in front of Doug. He opened up his belt, and unzipped his pants, revealing his rock hard cock. he grabbed me by my hair, and pushed my head down on his cock, forcing me to take him deep in my mouth. It seemed he hadn't had his cock sucked in ages, the way he was fucking my mouth. I thought if Jim actually saw me sucking another man's cock he would retreat, and stop everything, but I looked over at him and he was stroking his cock. I couldn't believe it. What an asshole! "Fuck it!" I thought to myself, and started sucking Doug's cock with everything I had. If I was going to have to do this, I was going to enjoy myself.

His cock wasn't as big as Jim's, but it was fatter. I had trouble getting my mouth around it, as he fucked my face. They began calling me names in unison. Little did they know that it was making me hotter and hotter for their cocks.

"Get over here and give me some of that slut mouth!" my husband ordered.

I switched over to my husband's cock, and Doug undressed me and began spanking my big ass nice and hard. Doug then slid his fingers into my cunt, feeling how wet and juicy I was. "She's soaked!" Doug said in utter amazement.

"I told you I married a whore Doug," as the both laughed at his stupid joke.

Doug continued to finger fuck my pussy while I sucked down my husband's cock. As Doug fingered me I felt him reach down and play with my tits. He was pinching my nipples, which shot right through me right to my pussy. I couldn't believe I was actually enjoying this. Jim was right. I'm nothing more than a nasty whore. At that moment that was fine by me, as long as I got fucked.

The assault on my pussy and mouth continued for about fifteen minutes, until Jim ordered me to take turns sucking on their cocks. I held both cocks in my hands, and alternated between them. I would suck Jim's cock, and lick his balls, while I jerked off Doug, and then switch, sucking Doug's cock, while jerking off Jim. This went on for almost an hour, while getting spanked, fingered, and having my tits mauled in between. When they got bored with that, they decided it was time to fuck me.

Jim pulled me up onto his lap facing him, and lowered my waiting throbbing cunt onto his big hard cock. He grabbed my tits, and pushed me up and down on his cock, while I screamed and begged for more.

"The whore wants more Doug."

As if on cue, Doug came up behind me and pushed me down on my husband's chest. Without any warning he rammed his hard rod deep inside my ass. They were both pounding my holes, while I screamed and begged for them to stop.

"Do you really want us to stop whore?"

Two seconds of thinking, I answered, "NO no please don't stop!" "Fuck both my nasty holes!"

I was still pissed at my husband, but the reality of it was, I was enjoying what they were doing to me. I knew I was just a fuck hole for these two men. Nothing more than a place for cock and cum, and the thought made my pussy twitch. Here I was sandwiched between my husband, and a stranger, with their cocks filling my holes, and I was begging for more.

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I spent a week or so in a daze, barely leaving my room let alone the house. I went through all sorts of emotions, including shame, guilt and disgust. But mostly I felt elation, I felt a buzz, I felt horny, I felt curious, I felt desperate to do it again. There was one obvious step up from the fuck in the nightclub toilet cubicle, and that was for me and Ben to fuck face-to-face.

How I could make that happen took up virtually all of my waking hours for that first week. I lay under the covers in my slobby PJs trying to play out in my mind a scenario that would work. Ben and dad assumed I was feeling unwell and I played along, moping around the house with a blanket wrapped around me. I was finding it difficult to engage in conversation with my brother. As soon as I looked at him I would get flashbacks of his cock in my face, of his cock in my cunt, of his cum drip dripping out of me on to that ceramic floor.

Towards the end of the week I booted up my laptop, and on checking my emails discovered 12 from Ben. I had totally forgotten that he would be bombarding ‘Kate’ with messages after her rather rude post-coital disappearing act. The emails started off in a perplexed and concerned tone, dipped briefly into anger, then tailed off into begging. The poor boy was smitten with her. And it was hardly surprising. Fucking any girl in a full-length PVC catsuit was mind-blowing, but he had got to do it with the girl of his kinky dreams.

I tapped out a short apologetic email, saying I had freaked myself out with my brazen behaviour and wanted to put some space between us. He replied as soon as he returned from work that night, understandably asking whether we would see each other again. I said I’d think about it. He was actually quite down. I felt a sisterly sympathy for him, quickly followed by an urge to have him fuck me. I had no idea how he would react if I told him the truth, and at that point the prospect of him disowning me was too much. But my craving for him was growing each day, to the point where I couldn’t stand the thought of my boyfriend being with me. I called him in an effort to postpone his visit, telling him I was still sick. Ha fucking ha.

Not having seen me for over a month he turned up on the doorstep anyway. My face betrayed the horror I felt at him being there and he obviously knew something wasn’t right. He stayed a couple of nights, suffering a cold shoulder as my ‘illness’ meant I wasn’t in the mood for sex, and left abruptly one morning with barely a goodbye. The night before he had stayed up late and chatted to Ben downstairs over a few beers while I strained to hear from my door without success, tiptoeing back to my fake sleep when I heard him coming up to bed. The next morning he packed his bag and went home.

A weight lifted from my shoulders and I perked up immediately. That afternoon I decided to go shopping for a few hours, as I’d hardly been out of the house for the past week, and I shouted up to Ben that I would be back for dinner. He was still in bed.

I enjoyed myself, bought a few tops and magazines, some new make-up and got home around 7pm to find the house empty. Oh well, takeaway for me. Then Dad rang to say he wouldn’t be coming home tonight. Yes! Go Dad! The twinkle in his voice said there was a special someone to blame for this. I told him I loved him and said: “Enjoy yourself!” Then when I got off the phone I realised it would be just me and Ben in tonight. Unless he was out all night, too.

I was unsure how to approach that kind of situation but, in the end, I didn’t have to. By midnight there was no Ben and I sloped off to bed, fairly disappointed. I stripped off and clambered under the covers, dropping more or less straight off after all the nervous energy I’d expended in the recent days.

Hours later, I woke with a start. Ben was sat güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri next to me. Was I dreaming?

“Sorry didn’t mean to scare you,” he slurred. Drunk. He smelt like he’d been swimming in vodka.

“Um. It’s OK. What’s up? … Oh – Dad phoned he’s staying out tonight, he’s fine.”

“No, no. It’s not that.”

“Oh, what then?” I was about to push myself up and sit up against my pillow when I remembered I was naked under the covers, so I just rolled over a little to face him.

“Mikey was pretty upset last night. He thinks you’re having an affair.”

“So… are you?”

“Do you want to know why he thinks you’re having an affair?”

“Because I didn’t put out for him this week?” I said sarcastically.

A snort, then an uncomfortable pause. “No, Jane. It’s mainly because of the PVC catsuit he found in your wardrobe, the one that had been worn.”

The blood drained from my face, my mouth dried up, my heart was beating wildly. There was a noise of some sort ringing in my ears. We were staring at each other in the half-light, but I couldn’t see a thing. I felt like I was blacking out.

He shifted in his chair. “And I thought that was a coincidence, cos I pulled a girl wearing one of those last weekend. So I had a look at it today while you were out.”

I couldn’t speak. What could I say anyway? Protest about him rummaging through my clothes?

“And guess what? It’s the same fucking one. And the shop in town that it came from say they only had one, sold a couple of weeks ago to a pretty brunette who was going to the college fancy dress party.”

He took a deep breath, running his hands through his hair as his head slumped down. “Did I fuck you Jane?” he said to the carpet.

My mind was racing for any plausible explanation, but he had me bang to rights. I couldn’t think of a way out.

“Um… yes… sorry.”

There was a silence that seemed to last for hours, though no doubt only a few minutes. My turn to take a deep breath.

“How does that make you feel Ben?”

He looked up. “Ahhhhh let’s see. Confused, pissed, stupid, sick, embarrassed . . .”

“I’m sorry Ben, I w…”

“And horny.”

“Horny. It was horny as fuck. I doubt I will ever experience anything as horny again in my life.”

Another silence. This was an unexpected reaction. Was it just the booze talking? I felt like I had to strike while the iron was hot. I ventured a foot out from under the covers and gently, subtly stroked his leg with my big toe. “Me too Ben.”

He looked down at the foot, his head still in his hands. He watched it, initiating physical contact, making a move. My leg was probably exposed from just below the knee in reaching over to him, so if he was thinking coherently he would have deduced that I had ditched the Winnie the Pooh PJs of the previous five days.

I broke the silence. “Are you OK with me?” I stopped my foot’s scratching of his thigh and held it there against his leg, waiting for some kind of encouragement.

His right hand fell to my calf, gently holding it. “Yes.”

I straightened my leg fully, exposing it further from beneath the covers, enabling his stationary hand to slide up the back of my calf and just beyond the back of my knee. My foot was at his waist as he sat on the chair beside me. I curled my foot to squeeze him gently. He didn’t remove his hand, bet neither did he indulge in any stroking or movement. I wanted him – I knew this might be my only chance to see this through. He would need some coaxing.

“Are you feeling horny now, Ben?”

“Uh-huh,” came the immediate reply.

“Me too.” I lifted my leg so there was a decent gap between my thighs, lifting the covers simultaneously. “See for yourself.”

Still his hand didn’t move. He must have been güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri having one final wrestle with his conscience. I reached down and placed my hand on his, squeezing gently then pulling it up my thigh. My heart was beating so wildly I was sure he must have been able to hear it. He didn’t resist, and I let go of his hand a few inches from my pussy, hoping he would go the final stage himself. He was leaning across now, and I had been forced to move my foot from his waist, resting it on the bed with my knee bent so that my legs were open even wider.

I pushed my hips forward a little as one final gesture, and then he took the bait. His hand nudged between my legs and I gasped. He drew his knuckle down along my slit and smeared the building wetness. I tried to seek out his eyes in the semi-darkness but couldn’t see if they were even open. Then a finger slid slowly inside me. My brother was fingering me in my bedroom. And it felt divine. He slowly fucked me with his middle finger a few times then began exploring a little more inside me, two fingers entering after a while and making me squirm.

Emboldened, I threw back the covers. I writhed slowly on the bed under his control, realising his eyes would certainly be open now, watching his big sister getting wetter and wetter as his hand explored between her legs. My thighs were just about as far apart as I could prise them, my hips pushing towards him, wanting him to use and abuse me.

I reached over with a hand and tugged on the sleeve of his other arm, pulling harder until it dawned on him I was pulling him on to the bed. He clambered slowly next to me, his fingers slipping out of me as he lay down. I kissed him gently on the lips and began unbuttoning his shirt. His hand switched to my clit, the lubrication from inside me ensuring his oiled fingers were sliding smoothly over my obvious arousal. I was shuddering every time he pressed on me, my hands frantically working down his shirt, then wrenching his belt away from his jeans when I had reached the bottom.

My hand delved straight inside and grabbed his stiff cock. Finally. This time it would be for real. I squeezed inside his pants, moving closer to start a proper kiss with him. We started slowly and built up, mouths open and accommodating, tongues probing as our hands reached down between our sibling’s legs, slowly squeezing and rubbing.

He eventually made his own move, breaking free of me to take off his shirt, he then began to push his jeans down but realised he still had his shoes on. He began to sit up but I pushed him back down. “I’ll do it,” I whispered. I pushed myself up and turned to face his feet, throwing a foot over him and standing tiptoe on the floor while my other leg knelt on the bed. I was deliberately straddling him, my ass staring at him – and vice versa hopefully – as I slowly unfastened his laces and pulled off his shoes and socks. I felt a hand stroke my thigh and another surge of electricity went through me. I pulled on his jeans, whipping them off, and then pushed myself further up the bed, finishing with my head directly over his cock as I removed is boxer shorts, my cunt directly over his face.

I reached for his cock with my hand, my familiarity with it meaning I felt no need to stop and stare. I lowered my mouth on to him, pulling the foreskin of his semi-hard dick as my mouth slowly enveloped his head. I sucked gently, letting out a loud groan. This was meant to be. I felt his hands stroke up the back of my thighs, up to my ass. He pulled me down on to his face. I felt his mouth on my pussy lips, his tongue on my clit, and I had to release myself from his cock as I shuddered with excitement, almost crying out as he slurped between my legs.

My hand continued to squeeze and stroke his cock, but I was in my own selfish world, simply enjoying the sensation of my brother holding güvenilir bahis şirketleri my pussy to his face, with his tongue hungrily exploring me, my juices smearing around his mouth and nose.

Ben was rock hard now, and I suddenly realised I was neglecting him and returned my lips to his tool, a brief kiss followed by a long slide down his shaft as far as I could go, holding him at the back of my mouth and sucking. We were both moaning with every slight change in pressure the other exerted, our bodies twitching and shifting against the other’s mouth in seeking to maximise the pleasure.

I, however, did not want to waste time on a 69 with my brother. I dragged my mouth off his cock, my teeth grazing the head as I broke free of his steel. I lifted my pussy from his increasingly eager mouth and swivelled round as gracefully as I could so that I was on all fours above him, my cunt hovering above his stiff cock, my mouth seeking out his. I could taste myself on him, and the knowledge that I was licking my own juice from my brother’s chin sent another surge of desire through me.

I reached down and grabbed his cock, plunging myself on to it. He opened his mouth to groan so I plunged my tongue into him. We kissed as I held him there, then I began to circle my hips with his cock buried inside me, grinding my clit against his own pelvic bone, feeling his moans well up from deep inside.

His hands suddenly moved from my hips to my shoulder and pushed me back.

“Jane . . . we could get locked up for this you realise.”

I stopped. I drew myself slowly off him, listening to the lush sound of the coating I was leaving on his cock as he slid out of me, and stopping when he was almost out. “So get me fucking arrested Ben,” I hissed, and impaled myself back on to him, sitting further back and drawing my knees up either side as I began to ride him.

I gyrated on him as much as I could without lifting my clit from rubbing against his body. His hands reached round to clasp my ass as I rocked increasingly violently on his compliant body. I fell on to him, my nipples rubbing against his chest, my tongue diving back into his mouth, my feet gripping the outside of his knees.

I began to lift slightly within my movements, he responded by fucking me from beneath. A familiar squeaking arose from my bed, a noise Ben had no doubt had to endure before as he listened to me being screwed by my boyfriends. Now it was my brother burying his tool into me. I was so close to cumming and yet I wanted this fuck to last forever. My hand gripped his shaggy hair as I ground my body against him. His strong arms were using me, dragging my smooth soft body over his hairy chest and legs, dragging my dilated pussy on and off his cock.

We were panting into each other’s mouths. I was getting really close.

“I’m going to cum Ben,” I whispered. “Cum with me. Cum inside me.”

He growled some sort of acquiescence and I pushed myself back, hands on his muscled chest, and bucked on him frantically for 10 seconds or so as I galloped past the point of no return. I came with a bang, my nails digging into him, a scream shattering the silence of the empty house. Another wave and I threw my head back, not knowing what to do with myself. I couldn’t find the momentum to continue on him, my body going limp numb and over-stimulated all at once. Ben still had to cum, and he grabbed my hips and fucked me, making sure he joined me in ecstasy.

I felt him lean into me from below, forcing as much of his cock into me as he could, then he cried out and I felt him shoot. I threw myself on to him and kissed him, wanting him to be aware that it was me, his sister, filling up with his cum as he unloaded over and over.

“Ah I can feel you cumming in me Ben. You’re fucking your sister.”

When he finished, and the twitching and the whimpering has subsided, we kissed some more then I clambered off him, dribbling his cum back on to his thigh and on to my bed

“Oh, you fucked me Ben. We fucked.”

“You call that fucking my sister?” he whispered, his hand reaching round my waist to pull my closer. “We haven’t even started…”

We kissed again. A long night beckoned…

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We have lived alone in this house together for over four years and neither of us have made any kind of move on the other but I damn sure have been tempted. Last night she got up from her chair to do something to the VCR, bending at the waist to do it. My mind flipped out at the sight of her tight little ass staring me in the face. It wasn't more than a half dozen feet from me and I could just imagine holding her hips while I slipped my cock into her pussy from the rear. Whew, what a mental picture I was painting.

I came home a week ago and yelled, "I'm tired of this fucking snow. Who wants to go to Key West with me?"

Andy came roaring down the stairs from her room saying, "Well, if you can't find anyone else to accompany your ugly ass, I guess I will."

Winter was now upon us and both of us hate the cold weather it brings. Snow can make me want to curl up with a few good books and not get up until the first flowers of spring show themselves. We would move to a warmer climate except for the fact I have a great job and she wants to attend a college only a few miles from the house so we are more or less stuck where we are.

We both roared and I swatted her ass as she pranced past me.

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"Sold. Driving it will be."

"It will be a solid week getting there and then I figured a week in the Keys and then a week getting home so a month will give us more than enough time."

We got the house ready for our absence and loaded my car on a Sunday night. We were off and running first thing on Monday morning.

We hadn't talked about our rooming situation on the trip so I thought we ought to get that out of the way first.

"Andy, as you are well aware, we each have our own rooms and baths at home and that will not be the case on the trip. I have no intention of paying for separate rooms in the middle of their high season so the best we can do is to get a room with two beds and then share a bath. Can you get along with that?"

Smart-ass Sis came back with, "Oh, hell, yes, if you get scared at night you can jump into my bed with me. I won't let the boogie man get you."

"Damnit, Andy, you know damn well what I'm talking about. There will be little or no privacy in our sleeping quarters. Now, will that present a problem for you or not?"

She slid over as close as she could get to me with the center arm rest blocking her from coming all the way over and in the most theatrical voice purred, " I'm not sure I will be able to keep my hands off you but I'll try."

I laughed but responded with, "You know, you can be a big pain in the ass when you try. I asked you a simple straightforward question and you come up with your bullshit. I'll take it that you are not objecting and let it go at that."

We got into Charleston early afternoon and visiting the place turned out to be a great idea. We got a room in a motel chain with two queen size beds and then toured the old city on one of the tram tours that run every hour or so. Southerners still seem to be living in the days of Gone with the Wind but that's okay, we enjoyed the tour guide's commentary. We got chatting with a couple of locals who gave us the name of a fantastic seafood restaurant that turned out to be a true gem; it was out of the way and one frequented by locals rather than the tourist crowd. We enjoyed a feast.

We finished off dinner with a couple of cognacs out on a deck the place had overhanging the water and it was great watching the small boats coming back from their day of fishing. Okay, the drinks were over and it was time to hit the sack. The moment is here; this will be the first test of our sleeping in the same room and sharing one bath.

As we were going through the lobby of the motel, she asked, "Who's going first?"

"Well, knowing how much time you spend in your bathroom at home, I think I'll go first or it will be breakfast before I get in to brush my teeth."

I sleep in my skivvies so I don't have a major get-ready-for-bed problem. All I had to do was strip, use the toilet and then brush my teeth and I was ready. I came out of the bathroom hung up my pants and dumped my dirty shirt in a laundry bag and got into bed.

"Your turn, sweet thing."

She hardly took any time at all. She showered and I could hear the toilet flush and she must have brushed her teeth. The next thing I knew she was back out into the bedroom area....nude.

That had me stuttering big time. "Andy, what the hell are you doing? Get some clothes on."

"Dave, I sleep this way every night. Get used to it," as she pranced over to her bed.

Oh, my God. I can't imagine that I'll be able to get any sleep knowing she is over in the next bed bare ass naked. I'd love to fuck her but I damn sure am not going to rape her. Then I thought of all of the times we were in our own rooms at home without me knowing she was lying there naked just a very few feet away from me.

I wasn't sure if she was just being a cock-teaser or not but she sure went into some poses that looked awfully tempting.

Sometime during the night I got up to use the toilet and with the light coming through the curtains could see she had kicked the covers off and was lying there on her side, nude and in a position just made for rear entry fucking. Her ass was aimed back at my bed and I could just picture myself sliding onto the bed behind her and slipping my cock in deep. Whew! We are either going to have to get involved with some serious sexual activity or this trip is going to be pure torture for me.

I awakened first and showered and dressed while she was still asleep. I finally yelled at her to get up and ready for the road and she did while rubbing her eyes and moaning about it still being in the middle of the night. Shit, it was eight AM.

We had an early breakfast and were on the road by nine-thirty. Our next stop was going to be St. Augustine and fortunately, it wasn't going to be too long of a drive.

We arrived there in mid-afternoon. Andy spotted the signs for the Flagler Hotel and we were able to get a large suite with two queen size beds. There was no way I was going to share a king- size bed with her.

It is a quaint little town and the history of the place is fascinating. A walk through the old restored section and then over to the fort had us both enthralled with the sights and sounds of the place. We took a touristy trolley ride through the old city and enjoyed the guy's commentary. Some of it sounded like so much bullshit but it had us laughing in any case.

Dinner was in a real tourist mecca. There was a restaurant that hung out over the water of the harbor and you could drop food to the fish swarming below. We were there before five so we were way ahead of the crowds. I called the waitress over and explained something to her.

"Honey, as you have probably guessed we are tourists and know nothing about this place. However because of it's location I think that most of your clientele are tourists and will only be with you for the meal and you, the owner and the kitchen aren't worried about repeat business from them."

She looked at me and was nodding affirmatively to almost everything I said.

"Now, here is what I propose. We are each going to order a rather simple dish of shrimp scampi with a couple of sides. If our meal is memorable, I will tip you better than you have ever been tipped before. If it isn't, I will leave you one dollar to remember me by. It's your choice but if you make the one I hope you will, we will have a nice meal and you will be very happy. You can share a part of the tip with the cook if you think it will help insure we get the meal we are hoping for."

"One great meal coming up," She said with a huge smile. "The cook is my boyfriend and if he screws up your meal, he won't be getting a nickel or anything else from me!" Great it was. The shrimp were cooked to perfection and there were so many they were falling out of the little scampi dish they were cooked in. The asparagus and onion ring sides were perfect. We had a couple of drinks to accompany the meal and all in all it was very nice.

I motioned to her for the check and she brought it over standing at the side of the table expectantly.

"Okay, honey. Let's try this a different way. You tell me what you think would be a very nice tip."

That had her stuttering and stammering. She was facing a big dilemma. She didn't want to go too low in case I had a higher figure in mind but on the other hand she didn't want to appear to be a glutton.

"Sir, I have never received a tip of twenty five percent in all the time I have worked here."

"Then I guess I am safe in assuming you haven't received one of forty percent either. And, it will be all cash so the boss won't hit you up for his share of a credit card bite."

Looking at Andy, she said, "God, forgive me Ma'am, but I have just fallen in love with your husband." She was grinning from ear to ear as she took the money and left our table.

Andy just smiled and said, "You really are a nice guy, aren't you? My husband. Mmmmm."

"Nah, it's just a bad rumor."

We walked through that section of town, stopping off for drinks in a few places that seemed interesting. It was still early so we didn't want to get back to the hotel too soon as we strolled like newlyweds ... hand in hand, laughing at almost everything.

We had one more drink when we got back to the hotel and then went up to the room and were faced with the same problem ... her sweet little bare ass just a few feet away from me.

The bathroom ritual was about the same as the one from the previous night. I went first and she followed me, returning to the bedroom bare ass naked.

Instead of getting into her bed she sat on the edge of mine, saying, "Dave, as soon as I heard you invite me on this trip I knew my long held dreams had come true. I have wanted to sleep with you for years but knew it would be a problem for me to break the ice. I was afraid of your reaction and what you would have thought of me. But, when I agreed to come on the trip, I knew that all bets were off and I was going to go on the make for you full time."

"Why have you waited all of these years?" I asked.

"Well, I thought for a while I was way too young for you and then I would never have felt right about doing it in our parents' house. It would have seemed to me to dishonor their memory."

She was looking at the lower part of my bed and said, "Oooh, lookie here. Davie has a hard-on."

Sure enough, my rod was harder than steel and making a tent out of the covers.

That was all it took. She whipped the covers back and slipped in beside me.

"Are you sure this is what you want, Andy?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, I'm more than sure," as she lowered her hand down to my crotch. "In case you are wondering, Dave, I am only a part-way virgin."

I laughed and asked, "How the hell can you be a part-way virgin?"

"Well, I was going out with this guy and he tried to get in my pants. He got a hard-on and when he went to put it in me his dick went soft and that was it. He only had it in me an inch or so when he stopped."

"Well, that's it. You are still whole and now more than ever we shouldn't be doing anything like this. Save it for the guy you are going to marry."

"Geez, will you get real and come into the world. You are talking about shit that used to go on fifty years ago. I want to get laid and you are the one I want to do it with." As she was saying that, she had fingers wrapped around my rock hard shaft and was starting a slow up and down movement.

"Andy, it has been some time since I had any sex and you have me turned on so much I am going to have an orgasm before we even get started. How about if we just use our hands on each other until I do and then, after I recharge, we can get down to some real fucking?"

"Whatever you say, Bro. I am just a little ole gal who is at the mercy of big ole you," she said in her pretty good imitation of a Southern Belle.

I let my hand drop to her crotch and used a couple of fingers to open the lips of her pussy wide. I couldn't help but notice she was soaked as I let my fingers wander up to uncover her clit. That caused a deep gasp and she started to breathe a lot faster and toss her head from side to side. I leaned forward and took one of her hard nipples between my lips, and had my tongue flicking back and forth over it. She lowered a hand behind my neck and pulled me to her breast even harder.

"Dave, that feels awesome."

I was holding her clit between two fingers and letting my other hand go up and down the sides of it and then letting it slide up and down the lips of her pussy. That was it. She exploded and let out a small howl with the pressure release of her orgasm.

"Oh, Dave, you are wonderful."

"Reach down and use your hand on me, honey." I swung around a little bit to make it easier for her and she was soon jacking me off like she had done it a million times before. It took about two minutes of that and I was spraying my come all over her.

"Whew, that was something else again. Where the hell did you learn to do that if you are, as you call it, still a part-time virgin?" I asked.

"I think I've read ever sex book ever written and have at least a dozen videos at home showing every possible position. I wanted to be ready for you."

We lay around just chatting for a while with her fingers roaming up and down my shaft. I guess she wanted to be the first to feel the signs of new life in it. It really didn't take very long before the pulsing started deep at the base of my shaft and the heat and pressure rose up to the head of it. She was soon stroking it lightly when I told her to roll over onto her back.

Deep down I had some hope this situation would present itself but like an idiot, I completely forgot to get condoms. We would have to ride bareback and pull out at the last minute.

The head of my cock was soon positioned between the lips of her tight little pussy, getting ready to make its grand entrance. I leaned forward and then gave a little pressure and it opened her pussy lips just a little. I then reached down and held her hip and exerted more pressure and I slid in her about half way. Her gasps were loud and her breaths were coming a lot faster. I gave one more huge thrust and I was buried to the point where my balls were slapping against the cheeks of her ass and I could hear her crying,

"Dave, you are tearing me apart. Your cock is so big and my pussy is too small for you."

"We'll just go very slowly, honey. Your pussy will stretch to be able to take me okay and everything will be fine."

I lay perfectly still for a few minutes with my cock buried and my hands cupping her breasts. Her nipples were as hard as my cock and, as I massaged them lightly, I could hear her purr and then felt her pushing her hips back at me hard. I started a slow thrusting, first pulling all the way out and then driving in to the hilt. Her pussy was so tight it was holding my cock tighter than her hand had earlier before we started to fuck.

"Oh, God, Dave. That feels terrific. Fuck me hard."

That was all I needed to hear before I started some hard and deep thrusting into her tight pussy. I could feel her pulse rate through the shaft of my cock in her vaginal canal. It was racing full steam ahead.

As I was thrusting, she was throwing herself up to meet my every thrust. We were in perfect sync with her own thrusts coming at me so hard they were almost throwing me off. Uh, oh. I could feel the pressure start deep in my balls as my orgasm was building. I pulled out immediately and jacked off and shot my load all over her smooth white stomach. She still hadn't had her own orgasm yet and I slid down and placed my face where my cock had been and then began to use my tongue on her clit. It didn't take much of that before she was bucking like a bronco and holding the back of my head with her two hands.

"Yes, Dave, YES. Oh, dear God, Yes!"

We lay intertwined in each other's arms and legs for what seemed like an eternity before I rolled off and made my way into the bathroom. I took a leak and she was right behind me wanting her place on the stool. I gave it to her and went over to the sink to brush my teeth again.

"Well, Sis. You are no longer a part-time virgin. How does that make you feel?"

"Just like a woman," she answered somewhat confidently as we scrambled back into the bed.

Some new thoughts came rolling over me. It wasn't much more than a day ago and I was worried about how the two of us were going to get along sharing a room and a single bath and here we were just coming down from the first fuck of her life. God, I know it was wrong but I damn sure couldn't stop it.

"Dave, I read about a guy using his mouth on the girl but never realized just how wonderful that would feel. My clit is very sensitive and your tongue touched every spot on it that would arouse me. The feeling was indescribable." As she was saying this, she nestled her face close into my shoulder and draped her leg across my midsection.

I awoke a half dozen hours later and neither of us had moved one inch in all of that time. I slipped out from under her and let her fall face down on the bed with my cock starting to rise as I looked at her naked body alongside of me. I rolled on top of her and let the head of my cock slip between the luscious cheeks of her ass and into her pussy from the rear. One long thrust and I was buried and that awakened her in a hurry.

"Wow, what an alarm clock," she cooed.

I was holding myself off her while resting my body weight on one forearm and used my other hand to reach down and pull her hips up to me. For some reason I was thrusting harder than I did the night before and as far as I could remember harder than I had with any other woman.

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