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I was lying on my bed dressed only in shorts, looking at a 'top-shelf glossy magazine'. The pictures were full colour and very explicit. My hand was inside my shorts, gently rubbing my hard cock in preparation for a good wank, when suddenly the door burst open. In a flash I'd withdrawn my hand and looked up to see my younger sister standing there, fresh out of the shower, wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe and towelling her hair dry. I quickly thrust the magazine to one side.

"Have you nicked my Ipod?" she yelled.

"No" I answered, angry that she'd burst in on me, something she doesn't usually do. "I have not"

"Well where is it then?" she demanded. She peered at the magazine.

"Oh Admiring the female form, were we?"

"So what" I said crossly. "Perfectly normal for someone of my age"

She looked at my shorts. My erection, dwindling now at the shock of her bursting into my room, was still very evident.

"Must be a good mag" she commented. She stepped into the room and picked it up before I could stop her. Retreating out of my immediate reach she scanned the pages.

"Mmm Big tits"

"Sis" I reproached her.

"Oh, shut up What am I supposed to say? Mammaries? Boobies? Breasts? They're big tits"

She leafed through a couple more pages and stopped with a gasp.

"Oh Not only tits" She peered closely at the page. "No wonder you've got a hard on"

"Sis" I expostulated. "What's got into you? You're not supposed to say things like that"

"Oh shut up" she said again. "Don't be such a prude" She turned more pages, looking at the pictures closely. "If you can look at tits and cunts in a glossy magazine and have a wank over them, I can say whatever I like"

I raised up on one elbow and stared at her. She'd never talked this way before. At least not in front of me. Maybe with her friends. She got to the last page and looked at me over the top of the magazine.

"Not that impressed with any of them," she said. "One or two nice pussies and a couple of decent titties but none that does anything for me."

I lunged for the magazine and succeeded in wrenching it from her grasp.

"They're not supposed to do anything for you" I pointed out irritably. "They're supposed to do things for boys and men"

"How do you know?" she pouted. "I might be a lesbian"

"Sis" I exclaimed again.

"Alright, I'm not," she admitted, "but I might have been. Anyway," she eyed my shorts again significantly, "you obviously liked one of those bodies. Or more."

I was trying to think of a suitable put-down to this comment and send her packing when she stepped back to the doorway, undid the bathrobe and opened it wide.

"Does this body do anything for you?"

My mouth opened to speak and remained in that position. I stared at her in total shock and amazement.

"Sis" I eventually gulped. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Showing you my body" she answered impatiently. "Do you like it? Does it do anything for you?" She thrust her hips at me suggestively. "Does it turn you on?"

My sister is twenty. Just. I am two years older. Of course I'd seen her wearing all sorts of clothes as we grew up together. Shorts, bikinis, tight jeans and cropped tops, miniskirts, the lot. A part of me had occasionally remarked to myself that she had a terrific figure and often looked quite sexy, but the 'brother' part just dismissed this as an idle observation and I had never, ever, thought of my sister in a sexual way.

Now she was parading in front of me, blatantly showing me her body, or most of it, in an obviously provocative way.

She had on a flowery, thin, almost see-through bra and skimpy panties so she wasn't completely naked, but if anything, this made it worse. Her breasts, I realised now, were beautiful;- round, firm, thrusting up without any support from the bra. Her nipples were taut and thrust out, pushing against the thin material of the bra. It certainly wasn't cold in the room and at the back of my mind I thought, so she must be aroused. I could clearly see her aureoles, large, dark and round. The thin panties hid just enough to be completely erotic. I could see the line of her lips through them, and a dark area which could only be her cunt itself. Her fresh, young, soft skin showed through the material, and I realised with yet another shock that she was shaved smooth. Her love mound showed as a soft bulge at the front of her pants. Her body was lithe, her legs, I already knew, were long and tanned and very sexy. All in all she was a vision, a sexy, enticing, temptress with a body a man could die to hold and touch and be inside.

And she was my sister.

The vision had its effect. My erection immediately returned, stronger than ever.

She looked at my shorts as she continued to dance in front of me, thrusting her hips to and fro.

"Yes, I see it does do something for you. Quite a lot, in fact"

"Sis" I managed to say after swallowing a couple of times. "Stop it What do you think you're doing? Cover yourself up"

"Prude" she said again. "What's the matter? Embarrassed? You've seen me in a bikini before. What's the difference?"

I swallowed again. My mouth was dry. "The difference," I said awkwardly, " is that you're.....you're--" I gave up and waved a hand at her to signify the dancing and erotic movements she was making. "And I was already --"

"You were already hard from the magazine," she interrupted. "Ready to have a wank, masturbate, give yourself a handjob."

With each word I felt a twitch in my cock.

"Sis Sis" I implored. "Stop it please You're being really nasty, doing that when you know I'm already turned on"

She suddenly ran forward and leapt onto the bed, the open bathrobe billowing behind her like some sort of cape. And she leapt on top of me, kneeling over me and straddling me.

I gasped. Her breasts were now only a few inches from me and I felt the warmth of her skin as she pressed herself against me.

"Oh, poor love" she said, grinning. She rubbed her mound over my erect cock and it strained inside my shorts. "Oooo" she said, her eyes going wide. "I've often wondered how big you are I'm impressed You're big"

"What"

She leaned down without warning and planted her mouth against mine, lying full length on top of me and continuing to rub herself against me. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth and thrashed around, licking and tasting and curling around mine as she kissed me.

I tried to push her up, away from me, but she slid her arms quickly under my head and pulled me even tighter against her own face.

And, unbidden and without any conscious effort from me, my body pushed up against hers as my cock strained inside my shorts and demanded to be let out.

I made noises as I couldn't speak out loud. They were supposed to be 'No No No' but if she understood them she ignored them. I was shocked beyond belief, partly at the way my little sister was behaving, and partly at the thought that my body had responded to her by signifying its pleasure at her closeness.

Eventually she pulled her head away from me and breathed hard.

"You do like my body" she crowed. "I felt you push against me"

Seizing the opportunity to finally speak I let rip at her.

"Sis I don't know what this is all about but stop it now It's gone far enough You're being really mean and spiteful. Now go away, leave me alone and I'll get rid of the results of your little game"

She gazed at me without moving and spoke very softly.

"I'm not being mean and spiteful. And it definitely hasn't gone far enough" She leaned forward and kissed me again, a soft, loving, more than sisterly kiss on the lips. And she moved one hand from under my head and I felt her wriggle as she slid it between us and grasped the outline of my cock through my shorts.

"Uh" I gasped, jerking involuntarily. "Don't"

"Why?" she asked in a soft,http://www.porncc.org/does-turn-you-t180494.html seductive voice. "You like it I can tell" She grinned at me. "Why do you want me to stop?"

"You're my sister, for fuck's sake" I gasped, hardly realising I was swearing in front of her and trying not to think about her slender fingers still grasping my cock through my shorts and rubbing me. "Stop We can't do this"

"Who says?" she pouted. "Society? Bollocks Who's to know? Mum and Dad are away. We have the place to ourselves all weekend. Maybe it's wrong, but you want it and I want it. I'm on the pill. So we're safe. Are you telling me you've never done anything wrong in your life? 'Course you have. So have I. I've often thought about having sex with you. Wondered about your cock. How big it is. What it tastes like. How it would feel sliding into my cunt. Or my ass. Now I have the chance to find out. You were already hard when I came in and you're still hard. Have you never thought about fucking me?"

I was shaking my head from side to side through all this and my eyebrows shot up when she mentioned fucking her ass.

"No I haven't thought about it at all" I gasped. "Never You're my sister Sister Brothers and sisters don't fuck. They don't have any sexual feelings towards each other at all"

"Well, I do" she said softly. "Have had for a long time. I want you, brother I want to hold you, wank you, suck you, and most of all I want to feel you slide your big cock into me and fuck me silly. And later, when you've recovered, I want to feel that same big cock fuck my asshole I want every type of sex I can get from you, my big brother"

I just stared at her. I was completely speechless. To think my, supposedly, demure little sister could talk like this, use these words, and above all, use them to her brother and admit she wanted sex with him had left me utterly astounded and totally at a loss for anything to say.

But my body had no such qualms and I was more and more conscious of her fingers grasping me from outside my shorts and slowly and gently wanking me. As if reading my –subconscious—thoughts, she suddenly reached up inside one leg of my shorts and I felt her warm fingers close round my rod. Her touch was heavenly and I knew that if her hand stayed there a minute more I would cum.

"Stop" I pleaded one more time in a resigned voice. "If you don't stop I shall have to cum. Sis, stop, please"

But in answer she wriggled down the bed, away from my head, kissing my chest and stomach as she moved until she got to my shorts. She pulled the top down and my cock sprang out, free at last and only moments away from exploding. Quickly she licked the tip, opened her mouth and took me inside. The feeling was indescribable. I'd had blowjobs before but this was unlike any other. In the furthest, dim recesses of my mind I knew it was because it was my sister, it was wrong, forbidden fruits, and that made it even better than with anyone else. Her tongue slurped round my helmet and I felt her sucking my shaft as she grasped the base with her fingers and licked and sucked at me, her eyes closed in rapture.

Until now I had kept my hands beside me on the bed and hadn't touched her at all, except when I tried to push her away, but now, feeling her lovely mouth encompassing me, sucking, licking and tasting my unbelievably hard cock, I couldn't resist stroking her head, feeling her fresh, still damp hair in my fingers as I pulled her against me. I thrust upwards and into her and with a huge gasp I felt my cum explode from my cock and into her mouth. I pushed up as hard as I could and I came again and again and again, my hot cum gushing from me in huge spurts. I had never had such a huge orgasm, or shot so much cum in all my life. I looked down and saw that it was already leaking from her lips and she was using it as a lubricant as she continued to slide her mouth up and down the length of my rod, my cum glistening on my shaft and trickling from the corner of her mouth. My fingers entwined in her hair and I pulled her against me, loving the feel of her around me, loving the thought that my sister had just sucked me off, loving the thought that I was in her mouth.

Finally I sank back on the bed, gasping for breath. She released my cock from her lips, tipped her head back and swallowed.

"Mmmm" she said. "Nice Just as I remembered and expected."

"Sis Sis" I gasped. "What have you done What have we-------"

For a moment I hadn't realised what she'd said, then it sunk in.

"What What do you mean, remembered? You've never tasted......we've never....you can't remember my taste"

"Oh, yes I can" she said impishly. She bent down and licked the last few drops of white cum from my cock and stomach. "I like the taste of your cum. I know you have a huge libido and wank yourself a lot when you don't have a girlfriend, like now. I've tasted your cum, but only when it's old, not fresh like now." She paused and regarded my puzzled expression. "I've licked your cum from your sheets," she said.

"WHAT"

"Tasty But much better fresh, with your big cock filling my mouth."

"Sis Sis" I shook my head. Did I really know my own little sister? She'd sucked cum from my bed sheets? She swore, flaunted herself at her own brother, sucked him off and still apparently wanted a lot more sex from him?.....Was this really my sister?

I looked at her soft young body lying between my legs, her fingers idly tracing around my cock, soft now and lying on my stomach. Yes, it was my sister, but not the sister I always thought I had. She was beautiful, sexy, erotic and I wanted her.

She gently eased my cock back inside my shorts.

"Have a little rest," she said. "I want a lot more from you yet and I know you can do it."

She slid up and kissed me with all the tenderness of a young lover kissing her man.

"Sis," I said firmly. "That was gorgeous. Quite unbelievable. I admit, I loved every minute of you sucking me and giving me a blowjob. But that's it We've done something we shouldn't, it was nice, heavenly, but we've done it now and that's it."

She pulled away from me and stared at me, a glint in her eye.

"What do you mean?" she demanded. "What about me? You've just shot a gallon of cum into my mouth. You loved it. What about me? Am I supposed to go without any satisfaction, then?"

I felt a twinge of remorse. What she said was true. She'd come on to me and I'd had the most incredible pleasure from her. Wasn't she entitled to some pleasure in return? Yes, she was, but she was my sister

"Yes, I bloody well am" she went on before I had a chance to phrase a reply. "I want my pleasure from you And I'm going to get it You're going to lick me out, fuck me, fuck my ass and--- and--- anything else I want"

She stared at me defiantly.

"And--- and—" I repeated. "There isn't any more 'and' is there?"

She looked away. "Well, yes," she said more quietly. "I might get my toys later too."

"TOYS?"

She looked at me again, more defiant than ever.

"Oh, shut up You've just fucked your sister's mouth so don't pretend to be a prude Yes, toys What do you do when you want sex and don't have a girl? You look at sexy magazines and hold your cock in your hand and wank yourself till your cum shoots out What am I supposed to do if I don't have a bloke and want sex? Go without? Bollocks I rub my clit with my finger till I'm wet and it's dripping everywhere and my own cum shoots out of my cunt, or I use a toy to pretend fuck me, like you pretend to fuck your hand Yes Toys But I want to feel you use them on me"

She was quite breathless with anger and I felt suitably chastened.

"Sorry, sis," I said softly. "I'm not a prude. You know that. But you've given me so many shocks today That was another one I never dreamed you had, or used, sex toys It's just not something I thought about my own sister The same as I never thought about you sucking me, or me fucking you. These things have just never entered my head. Till now," I had to add.

She softened at once and giggled.

"What are you thinking about now?" she enquired.

I shook my head from side to side and shrugged my shoulders.

"You win" I told her. "I admit it Now I'm thinking about your body, touching it, kissing it, licking your cunt, your ass, sliding my cock into you, both of your holes, cumming into you---"

I shrugged again, helplessly. "It's your own fault I love you, sis, you know I do. Very much. But now....now, I can't look at you like before. Now I want that lovely body I want to do everything to it Especially I want to fuck you"

That was it. I'd said it. I'd admitted to my little sister that I wanted to fuck her.

"You want to do everything?" she asked me archly.

I nodded. "Everything."

"Even this?" And so saying she slid up my body until she was straddling me again, gazing down at me with love in her eyes.

"Even this?" she repeated.

I waited, puzzled, not sure what she meant, and then, to my utter amazement and shock yet again, I felt a warm trickle on my stomach and running down my thighs. It was a very pleasant sensation and I thought she must have somehow made herself cum, all over me, but I instantly realised that couldn't be. I looked down.

My little sister was peeing on me.

I heard her chuckle and looked up at her.

"Bet you didn't think I did that, either" she chuckled again.

"Sis What....how.....where did you learn to do that?"

She stopped the flow of warm piss and rolled off me to lie beside me.

"Uh" she said. "One of my ex's, the bastard Did it to me one day. I was so shocked I slapped his face and wouldn't let him touch me for ages. He sweet talked me and sweet talked me until I agreed to let him do it again. Then it wasn't a shock. I still wasn't sure I liked it but after the second or third time I realised I did. It was nice"

She rolled over again and pressed her lips against my shorts. I felt her sucking the pee from them, and probably the last drop or two of cum as well.

"Lovely" she said. She looked up at me. Her face softened and she stroked my cheek.

"Big bro'," she murmured. "Lovely big bro' with a huge cock. I've really shocked you, haven't I?"

I nodded, speechless again.

"Sorry, lover. Really I am. But when I knew Mum and Dad were away and we would be alone this weekend, I thought, I am not going to miss this chance No way I knew you'd probably be at home as you don't have a girlfriend now. And you know I told my ex to go and play on the motorway a few weeks ago. So there was just us. And I knew I wanted to have you this weekend. But I'm sorry I've shocked you, my adorable big brother. I hope you're over it now. I just want us to enjoy ourselves together. All day and all night and all tomorrow too."

My head was a mixture of thoughts. In the first place I'd felt a thrill when she called me 'lover'. I liked it. A lot. Then I thought about how she'd planned this, how her thoughts had centred on us both having sex together and how determined she was that it would happen. But I also thought, what will happen when our parents are back? Is this a one-off occasion? I couldn't see how it could be anything else. Our parents don't go away that often. And I felt her fingers on my cheek, and felt her warm body against mine, her nipples pressing my chest and her hot thighs against mine, and I thought, I don't want this to be a one-off occasion No way I want to do this again. And again. I want to feel her soft mouth sucking my cock I want to slide it inside her hot wet cunt And yes, her lovely tight asshole too I want to have sex with my sister as often as I can

"Sis, what happens when Mum and Dad are back? We won't be able to do this then Have you thought about that? Suppose, just suppose, we have a weekend of sex as you suggest. Suppose we both get to like it so much that we want to do it again? We won't be able to And what happens in a few years when you want, or I want, for that matter, to settle down with a family? We're going to remember this weekend and it may cause us a lot of grief."


She kissed me gently and stroked my cheek.

"I have thought about it. We'll find a way. Love always does."

I gave her a sharp look. She was gazing at me, her eyes soft and gentle and trusting. Like a little sister.

"I love you, my big, strong, clever bro'. I love you very much."

"I love you too, sis," I began.

But she was shaking her head.

"I don't mean I love you like a brother. I mean I love you. Really love you. I have done for a long time. I haven't thought of you like a brother for ages. I've only thought of you as a man. A man I want. A man who makes me go weak at the knees. Who turns me on every time I'm near him, smell him, brush against him. I love you, bro'," she repeated.

"Sis" Once more she'd jerked the ground from under me. "I had no idea--- You can't ---"

"Of course not," she said. "I've been very careful to keep my feelings hidden, especially in front of Mum and Dad. It's been difficult, I can tell you But sometimes I've walked around with my pants soaking wet from thinking about you. And me. That's why this weekend was so important. Why I was so determinedhttp://www.porncc.org/paula-shy-horny-fuck-after-school-t300004.html that my big strong brother was going to fuck me, come what may"

She raised herself and looked at me, her eyes searching my face.

"Does that make me a slut?"

"Don't be silly No" I reached for her and hugged her to me, tightly. "Just because you've shocked me beyond belief, said things, done things I would never have dreamed you would even know about, doesn't mean you're a slut" I hugged her again and enjoyed the feel of her warm body against mine. I felt her relax.

"Good," she said. "Are you recovered yet?"

"If you mean for sex, no I'm still sensitive If you mean from all the shocks, no I wonder if I ever will recover from them I'm still worried about this. Whatever your feelings, or mine, it's wrong. It's taboo And I'm worried about after this weekend too."

"Well, I'm certainly not going to tell any of my friends" she stated firmly. "This is my secret. Our secret. And I can't believe you're going to go to the pub boasting about how you've shagged your sister"

"I haven't" I pointed out indignantly.

"But you're going to. Aren't you?" she asked, a note of doubt in her voice. "You're not going to leave me high and dry after I've opened my heart to you, are you?" She looked at me searchingly again.

I could feel every inch of her flesh that was touching mine. I could feel the heat coming from her thighs as they pressed against mine. I remembered the feel of her mouth sucking on my rod and her tongue flicking at the tip. My sister's mouth. My sister's tongue. Yes, I thought with a sigh. A sigh of resignation that I would be committing myself to a path down which there would be no turning back. I sighed again. A sigh of pleasurable remembrance at her mouth......her tongue.

"I don't know, my sweet little sis," I sighed once more. "I want to. God, how I want to now I've thought about it and had a taste of things to come. Yes, sweet little sister. I want to have as much sex with you as we can this weekend, but you're my sister and it's wrong We'll both feel so guilty, so bad, afterwards......." I tailed off, already feeling guilty about the blowjob she'd given me.

She snuggled hard against me and rested her head on my chest.

"No we won't," she replied. "I don't feel guilty at all. It's something I've wanted for so long. And you won't feel guilty because it's me that's started it and led you on and you're a bloke and you want sex from anything in a skirt, like anyone your age."

"Charming" I said indignantly. "I do have standards, you know Not just anything in a skirt"

"I meet your standards," she said flatly.

I shut up. I couldn't answer this because she'd met enough of my female friends in the past, be they serious, but usually short-lived relationships, or one night stands. And she was right, of course, in that her own luscious, firm, rounded, pert and enticing little body probably far exceeded any standards I'd ever set for myself.

"Oh, sis" I groaned. "Why are you doing this? I rolled my head from side to side in a genuine agony of indecision. The thought of a weekend of sex with her was so tremendously exhilarating that half my mind was in a fever of anticipation. The other half, well, maybe a quarter, well, maybe just a small segment, recoiled at the thought that she was my sister and I had a responsibility to her. And to myself. And my self esteem. And Mum and Dad. And ---

"Oh, fuck it" I said aloud. I rolled over and hugged her to me, looking at her face, just inches from mine.

"I hope we don't regret it, but okay. Yes. I want to have sex with you, okay? Lots of it"

She kissed me on my eyes and then my nose.

"Good It's made me very happy to hear you say that."

We lay together for a while, each immersed in our own thoughts. My sister and I had had a fairly quiet and peaceful sibling life, compared to some. Oh, we'd had our spats and tantrums, our arguments and shouting matches as we grew up. But mostly we adored each other in a brotherly sisterly sort of way. We'd helped each other with school homework from time to time and later she'd make a point of checking out any girlfriend I'd brought home and let me know her opinion, whether I wanted it or not. By the same token, I'd been wary of one or two of her boyfriends and told her that if they gave her any grief or stress to let me know. I'm not a violent man, nor am I normally aggressive, but I would have been first in the queue to protect my little sister if some boy was mistreating her in any way. So we had a strong bond already. What would happen after this weekend was anybody's guess. Would it strengthen that bond? Or destroy it?

She disentangled herself from me and rose from the bed, holding out a hand to me.

"Come on," she said. "I'm going to cook. Come to the kitchen with me."

So I rose and followed her out of my room. She threw off the bathrobe and chucked it through her own open bedroom door where it landed on her bed. As she led the way downstairs I looked at her body, lithe and supple in front of me.

But now I wasn't looking at my sister. I was looking at a gorgeously sexy, inviting body. A body I'd felt right next to me and wanted to feel there again. For the first time in my life I realised consciously that she had the most firm, round, pert ass that a man could wish to see, touch or slide his cock into. I saw her waist, tapering in before slightly widening again at her hips. A waist that begged to have arms, my arms, round it.

At the bottom of the stairs she stopped suddenly so that I bumped into her. That is, my cock bumped straight into that pert, firm ass, right between her cheeks and she pushed herself back against me, hard.

"Mmmmm" she exclaimed. She wriggled a bit, pressing her crease against the feel of my cock inside my shorts. The thoughts I'd been having and the feel of her ass against me was enough to start an erection again, albeit a slight one.

She straightened up and continued to the kitchen.

"Nice," she threw over her shoulder. "Soon be ready again. After we've eaten we'll be able to spend all afternoon in bed."

Whilst she collected everything she needed to make us a light lunch, I brewed a pot of coffee. Holding my mug in one hand I went to her and put an arm round her waist. That slim, warm, firm waist, but delightfully soft to my touch.

"Whilst you're doing that, I'll go and have a shower and change," I said.

"Don't you dare" she said sharply. "You stay as you are"

I felt the dampness at the front of my shorts from where she'd peed on me.

"But," I began.

"No" She waved a spoon at me warningly. "I want you to keep those on and nothing else Okay?"

I shrugged helplessly. "Okay. If that's what you want."

She was looking at me pensively.

"On the other hand," she said softly, almost to herself, " I wonder." She tapped the spoon against her teeth thoughtfully.

"Why not?" she answered her own unspoken query. "Wait here."

Dropping the spoon on the table she hurried out and I heard her go upstairs. Moments later she returned, one hand hidden behind her back. She came up to me and planted a kiss on my lips.

"Big bro'," she said, "Are you ready for another shock?"

"There's more?" I enquired, dismayed.

"Probably more than you can imagine," she answered dismissively, " but right now I'm thinking of just one, smallish one."

"Smallish?" I echoed.

She nodded. "Do you remember a pair of white cotton boxer shorts you used to wear?" she asked me. "Very soft, quite old now, and with an opening at the front without any fastenings?"

I dimly remembered having a pair of boxer shorts like that, only they weren't called boxers. Because they had a short leg they were just pants, as opposed to briefs. So I nodded.

"Yes, I remember. Haven't seen them for ages. Thought they must have been thrown out, or the washing machine had eaten them, or something."

"I have them," she said, and produced them from behind her back.

I gaped at them, at her, and at the pants again.

"You?....When...? I mean, why?....."

I stared at her in disbelief, again wondering if this was really my sister, or had she perhaps become a pod-person from the planet Mars?

"Why on earth have you got my old pants?" I finally managed to string together a coherent question.

To her credit, she actually went slightly pink.

"I rescued them from the washing bin," she explained.

"Nicked them," I suggested.

"Saved them," she corrected. "I wanted them because they smelled of you. And because they have an opening at the front so I could slide my dildo or vibrator in there when I wanted to masturbate and think of you. But mostly," and she coloured a little more, " because you'd either wanked into them or had a wet dream in them and they had your cum on them."

She thrust them into my free hand and turned back to her cooking chores.

"I want you to put them on," she said with her back to me, "in place of the shorts."

Still processing this new, and slightly shocking information that she'd walloped me with, I absently turned them over in my hands and examined them. I remembered them. Hadn't seen them for ages, not since last winter in fact, and I remembered vaguely wondering then why I couldn't find them. There was the opening at the front, just a gap with two slightly overlapping hems and no fiddly buttons or anything to prevent easy access. And yes, I saw with embarrassment, there was a big stain at the front which could only have been cum, whether it was the result of a wank or in my sleep I couldn't remember. And to my horror and dismay I saw that there were even a couple of skidmarks at the back of them. But there were other stains, deep in the crotch and I wondered about them until I realised that they must be my own sister's juices and cum if, as she suggested, she'd been wearing them for her own sexual pleasures. I felt myself going red.

"Sis," I stammered, " are you telling me you've had these all the time and been wearing them, just as they are?"

"I love them," she said by way of an answer. "I told you, they smell of you, my brother, a nice, strong, manly smell that makes me think about you, your cock, having sex with you. When I wear them I can cum so quickly and with such a huge climax that I soak them."

"Erm ---yes, I can tell," I admitted.

She turned to face me. "But now I want you to wear them," she said. "All weekend."

I gazed at her helplessly.

"Sis," I began again.

"There are many things you don't know about me, aren't there?" she commented. "To you, I'm just your little sister. A teenager. A baby. Someone for you to protect, or fight with, or disparage. Well, I'm not, not any more. I'm all growed-up. I've had sex, quite a few times. I've tried lots of different ways. Some I liked, a few I didn't. But I'm not just a little baby for you to amuse yourself with any longer. Nor am I a silly, giggly teenager who gets a crush on any half decent looking bloke. I'm old enough to know my own desires, my own wishes, dreams. And I'm old enough to know what I want. And I want you. I love you, my brother. You're all the world to me now."

And she came to me and put her arms round me and hugged me very hard, her head resting on my bare chest and those wonderful, gorgeous, hard nipples pressing against my skin through the thin fabric of her bra. Even through my shorts I could feel her love mound pressing hard against my cock.

"Now you stay right where you are while I just finish this quickly and then we'll eat."

She laid out the table and I watched her in silence. I felt that my whole world had changed this day.

She moved around and I couldn't help but xxx her body as she worked. She bent over in front of me to get a salad crisper from a cupboard and her firm round cheeks presented themselves to me. A dark line ran between them and I imagined the crease of her ass, my tongue licking there and kissing that hidden place, her rosebud, as the heat of her cheeks surrounded my face. I thought about pulling down those skimpy pants and thrusting my rod into that pert, tight little ass.

She was right. She wasn't my little sister any more. She never would be again. I wanted her, all of her, very much. Below the leg of her thin pants her thighs were tanned, soft and I wanted to hold them, kiss them, lick them, hearing her moan with pleasure as I did so. I sighed, thinking of the commitment I'd just mentally made and hoping that the path down which we were both about http://www.porncc.org/paula-shy-horny-fuck-after-school-t300004.html to go would not suddenly rear up and bite us both in the backside.

"Come and eat," she said.

She'd made us a huge fresh salad of cold meats, cheeses, pickles and the like and I suddenly realised I was ravenous. She sat, half facing me and smiled at me often as we tucked in to her repast. Stretching out one bare leg she rubbed her foot against my thigh, wiggling her toes as her foot moved higher and higher, creeping under the leg of my shorts and still moving up my thigh until I felt her toes gently caressing my balls and the base of my cock.

I smiled at her. There was no point in objecting, and anyway, it was a nice sensation.

She giggled and said, "I can't get enough of you. I want to touch you, somehow, somewhere, all the time." But she withdrew her foot and continued eating. We finished the lunch in silence. I have no idea what she was thinking about, but I could have hazarded a guess. For myself, I was still trying to come to terms with this volte-face in my life, still trying to justify to myself the decision I'd made, and still thinking about that luscious body which I was soon going to be enjoying.

We put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. She cleaned a little and I made us both a mug of coffee. She leaned against the counter nursing her mug with both hands and regarded me with a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"Are you ready?" she enquired, raising one eyebrow. "Are you ready to have an incestuous relationship with your sister? Is that beautiful great cock of yours recovered enough so that it can fill my cunt, or my ass, and fill me full of your hot cum?"

I wanted to answer 'yes and yes and yes' but I just stared at her.

She put down the mug and picked up those old pants of mine from a chair. She stepped in front of me and pulled down my shorts to my ankles. Crouching down she nuzzled my cock and my stomach, her tongue flicking out and back, licking me gently. Her face moved lower and she took my cock with one hand, not erect yet but already beginning to harden, and licked the back of it from the base to the tip, her lips roving round my helmet and producing an immediate erection that strained towards her.

Yes" she breathed. "You're ready, no doubt about that" She lifted one of my legs and I stepped out of the shorts. She held the white pants so that I could step into them and pulled them up over me, slowly, gently, erotically. My cock immediately found the opening and sprang out. Again she bent and licked it and I could hear her breathing deeply.

"Oh, I love your smell" she murmured. "It drives me wild Feel me"

I made no move, just enjoying the feel of her mouth and tongue again.

"Feel me" she repeated and took one of my hands and placed it between her legs.

She was incredibly warm, her thighs on either side of my hand rubbing my skin and passing their heat into my hand. My fingers involuntarily curled inwards and I felt the outline of her cunt lips. I gently used one finger to rub between them and let out a huge breath. Her pants were soaking wet from her love juices and my finger had no difficulty pushing the soft fabric into her, into her wet cunt as I sought her clit and began to rub it gently.

She gasped. "That's what you do to me when you're near me" she said as she drew in a big, shuddering breath. "And when I smell your smell, I'm done for. I just soak myself. And now, finally, to feel you rubbing my cunt, to feel your finger stroking my clit......" she shuddered and pulled away from me, releasing my cock at the same time.

"Not here" she said. "Upstairs I want to feel your whole body next to me I want to feel your face between my legs, licking my cunt and my clit. I want to bury my head between your legs and kiss your balls, suck them, suck your cock and smell that wonderful smell that is you"

And she grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the kitchen and upstairs to my bedroom. Pushing me onto the bed she shut the door and leaned against it, breathing heavily and looking at me.

"I'm going to cum so quickly" she said. "As soon as you touch me, I'm going to cum I just know it"

And she came to me and lay beside me and I was lost.

I stroked her hips and her waist, my hand rising up to cup one breast. She let out a gasp and closed her eyes. I massaged her breast gently, playing with the nipple. It was so hard I thought it would break through the fabric of her bra. Her own hand moved down and rubbed the outside of my pants, rubbing the outline of my cock, her fingers curling round to cup my balls.

I kissed her, full on the lips and felt a thrill go through me. It was like kissing a girl for the first time ever. I kissed her again and knew that the excitement was because this was forbidden fruit. Her lips were soft, delicate, her breath warm and gentle through her slightly open mouth. Her tongue flicked out and circled my lips and then she thrust her head forward and her tongue flashed into my mouth, writhing furiously and encircling my own tongue. I responded fully now, all inhibitions forgotten as I let myself sink into the rapture of enjoying her body.

My cock found the opening in my pants of its own accord and her fingers encircled it, stroking me gently, long, slow strokes that made me even harder and I pushed my hips towards her, wanting my cock to find her wet, warm cunt.

My own hand dropped to her thighs and she gasped again as she felt me stroking them, my fingers moving upwards as they caressed her soft flesh, until I found the edge of her soaking wet pants and my hand moved across to rub her lips, a finger again searching for the cleft between them so that I could rub her clit.

But she pulled away from me and gasped, "No No Not your finger You'll make me cum too soon I want you"

And she rolled away and onto her back and opened her legs wide. I moved across to lie above her, my hands supporting my weight and gazed down at my soft, sexy, beautiful sister's face. My cock hovered inches from her pussy. She quickly lifted her hips and pulled down her pants, just an inch or so.

"My gorgeous brother" she breathed softly. "I want you Push that big, hard cock into me, with my pants"

I must have looked puzzled because she added breathlessly, "I want to feel that cock sliding into my cunt surrounded by my own pants because they're wet and I'm wet and I know they'll give enough for you to do it And then, and then I'm going to feel your cock in me bareback Just you, your hot hard cock, in me, sliding into me and fucking me"


I moved my hips forward and the tip of http://www.porncc.org/does-turn-you-t180494.html my cock aimed true and straight and I felt her hot wet cunt lips against the tip, even through her pants. I pushed into her a little more, and my cock slid an inch or two inside her, taking her thin, wet pants with it.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh" she gasped. "Yes Yes Oh, it's beautiful It's lovely"

I stroked inwards and out again once, twice, and each time she let out a gasp. Her eyes were wide open now and staring at me.

"Enough" she growled, deep in her throat. Quickly she reached down and pulled aside the leg of her pants.

"Now" she breathed. "Now Come into me You My big brother Fuck me now"

And I wanted this more than anything I'd ever wanted and I slid forward and my rampant rod slid into her open wet cunt like a homing missile. She was wonderfully, gorgeously tight and gripped my rod with her muscles and she was so wet and open that I slid right into her, up to the hilt and she cried out so loud and jerked her body I thought that I must have hurt her.

I stopped and she gasped "Yes Don't stop You're in me Oh, my gorgeous big brother You're in my cunt and I'm so wet and it's filling me and I love it Now fuck me, hard"

Matthew couldn't help but smile. Any time he was able to see his two favorite girls in the same day was always a good day, but as it was Christmas, this one was especially so.

"Shit!" The car, fishtailing quickly left and right on an icy patch of road, came back under control without much difficulty, but reminded Matt to keep his mind on his driving until arriving safely at Louise's house. He adjusted and descended the vehicle's speed slightly, and let his heart settle back into his chest. Still, with very few other cars on the road and another twenty minutes to get to his destination, he couldn't help but reflect.

He had just dropped off his daughter at his ex-wife's home. It was the first time in four years that Matthew was able to open gifts with his daughter on Christmas Day, rather than on the 26th or 27th. Though happy to be out of a very bad marriage, he still missed his daughter greatly, and the morning held wonderful significance for him.

After a nice breakfast and cleaning up the wrapping paper and bows from the floor, they put the finishing touches on a snow fort behind his apartment building. Matt played with his daughter in the cold, letting her win a snowball fight. At 5'8" and 165 pounds his muscular frame held up a bearded face that towered above the eleven year old girl. The ski cap worn to cover his ears couldn't contain the long strands of grey hair peeking out the back to his shoulders. After many genuine laughs, he made some hot chocolate for both of them to warm up. When the time came to start getting ready to leave, the kind-hearted father loaded his car with opened presents he'd given his daughter and with wrapped ones for his new girlfriend. He was a genuinely nice man.

He'd been dating Louise for a couple months by then, and thanked his lucky stars for their mutual friend who'd introduced them. For one, he thought it uncommon for a man in his early 40's to be hooked up with a woman in her late 20's, and two, that she'd continue seeing him after what he was sure must have been merely a sympathy date. She had long brown hair, deep brown eyes, was in wonderful shape, and the long slit in the skirt she wore that first night did little to hide the sexiest pair of legs he'd seen in quite some time. But continue, she did, and they'd been seeing one another about once every week, since... lately, even more often.

There was one unfortunate break in the routine; after their first date, it had been over three weeks until their second one. She had spent the better part of a week away at a teachers' conference and, while away, her father had been unexpectedly killed in a car wreck. When he'd heard about the bad news, his heart went out to her even though they barely knew one another. He had given a very thoughtful sympathy card with a dozen yellow roses that waited for her when she returned from an additional week away for arrangements and services.

Almost two weeks after that, they spent their second night out. They'd gone to a bar where one of Lou's friends was playing in a band. She drank a lot that night, especially for a woman of such small size, and though he'd thought he'd be able to make it home afterward, she insisted it would be better to check into a hotel room, rather than run the risk of getting a DUI. Once in their rented room for the evening, she was naked almost immediately. He kissed and adored every inch of her body, starting with her softly opened mouth. Their lips and tongues licked and pecked, tasted and accepted, rolled and sucked on each other's. As he descended Louise's nude body, he licked a slow trail down her neck, over her left shoulder, and down the length of her arm to the palm of her hand. Sure, she was horny, but when he sucked on the pad of flesh below her thumb, she felt herself moistening within immediately.

Matt knew the effect he was having on her by the way she vocally exhaled. He licked his way back up, pausing to suck on the tendon on the inside her elbow, then tonguing farther up to her armpit, then down along the curve of her breast. His tongue flicked her nipple to full attention, but rather than sucking on it, adjusted over her body, doing the same to her right one. Matt's hands were full, taking his own shirt off, then repeated the same, slow path with his tongue down Lou's right arm and back up.

When his lips found their way to her right breast again, this time Matt paid it more attention. He peppered her areola with tongue flicks, then blew on the moist, sensitive, brownish-tan pad, cooling it rapidly and making it turn bumpy. Then he pinched it between his lips while quickly swirling the tip of his tongue around her nipple. Feeling it grow harder until it was a small standing pebble, he closed his teeth about it, continuing the circling licks at the very tip. Louise squealed out a sexy moan as he did, her hips undulating beneath his belly. He slid over to her left nipple and gave it the same sexy treatment, and she found herself nearly ready to climax before he had even touched her below.

Matthew descended further, criss-crossing her belly with long, swiping strokes with the flat of his tongue, painting her with his saliva. The only time his tongue hid back inside his mouth was when he kissed over her soft curls. It seemed forever to her that he pecked kisses over her bush... lower... lower... nearly to her clitoris. Lou's mouth was closed, moaning with every breath, but when he ducked down to peck a quick kiss on her vulva then slid off to the side to lick down her left thigh, her mouth opened to emit a groan of frustration a half-octave above her norm.

The tongue-lashing continued down her thigh, past her knee, then Matt finally used one of his hands, gripping Lou's ankle and lift it into the air while he sucked on her calf. He sat on the edge of the bed, placing the ankle up onto his shoulder, kissing the muscular flesh as he undid the belt, zipper, and button of his pants. Sliding over to make the return trip up her right leg, Matt faced toward her, using both hands on himself to slip the pants down his legs and push his socks off and onto the floor. He playfully flicked his tongue along the arch of her foot to see if she was ticklish; where she normally would have been, at this point every sensation she received was too erotic to notice.

His hands kneaded and massaged her thighs as his face, lips, and tongue slid torturously slowly upward. Pressing the insides of her thighs forward and up, he saw her slit opening in the faint light from the window like the petals of some nocturnal flower. Finally his tongue entered her body, licking up one side and down the other, lapping her folds. Louise's insanity was nearly over, and the moment she felt his tongue flicking up and over her clit, she climaxed violently and loudly. She begged Matt to fuck her, but he ignored her pleas, lost in his own desire. He continued licking over her clitoris, flicking his tongue madly and the echo of her orgasm hit her harder than the first. Her thighs pressed against his hands, quivering without control. Her voice filled the room with sound, and the musky scent of her pussy filled the air. Just as she thought the tremors had completed and calmed, Matthew quickly slid two fingers into her pussy, curling around her walls and swiping inside. When he pinched her clitoris between his lips and gave it the same attention as he'd done to her nipples, she found the aftershocks more dangerous than the quake, itself. With lightning flicks of the tip of his tongue across her clit in every direction, back and forth, up and down, diagonally this way and that, her entire body imploded, and wave after wave streamed through her. She climaxed a third time, unable to control the flailing of her body, cumming all over Matt's fingers. He held them stiffly in place as her labia pulsed and vibrated on them.

The orgasm http://www.porncc.org/daily-fresh-homemade-amateur-videos-for-you-t286782.html seemed to last an hour, but in reality was only less than a minute, when her body settled in place onto the bed, nothing more than a mass of gelatin. Matthew lowered his face one final time, licking over her folds, savoring the thick juices that coated them. Once he finally lifted himself off from her, he looked down to regard Louise's body. He'd thought she was pretty before, but seeing her there, knew she was a lot more than that; glancing up from the shapeliness of those legs he admired the first time he saw them, to the pussy he'd just ravished, to her flat belly and the lifting mounds of flesh on her chest, up to her face, he couldn't come up with any other words to describe her than just, "Beautiful."

After Matt's eyes had wandered up her body, the rest of his body followed. They kissed deeply, softly, and passionately, and she inhaled and tasted the remnants of herself on his lips and cheeks. He touched her face gently, and was not only in absolute awe of this young woman, but humbled to be with her. Lou repeated softly that she wanted him to fuck her, but he couldn't stop doing anything but hold this precious treasure. She'd recently lost the man who'd meant more to her than any ever had, and knew he was already more than content in pleasing her.

Matt curled in beside her, spooning and just holding her, until she eventually fell asleep. Listening to her regulated breathing, Matt's cock throbbed against the soft, round curves of her ass. A moment of wondering panic as to why he hadn't made love to her invaded his brain, but as she held his hand between her breasts like a little girl would hold a teddy bear, he knew he had made the correct decision in holding off, this time.

The following morning in the hotel room, they both needed to leave for home to find clothes into which to change for work, but she still took the time to return the oral favor from the night before. They had taken a shower together, and the sight and feel of her body glistening in lathered soap and water was too much for him to hide what he wanted. Lou dropped to her knees while the hot water snapped down Matt's back, taking him into her mouth. She was able to make him cum within minutes, swallowing every drop of it.

Dressed in the prior night's attire, Matt drove Louise home, and finally realized this was much more than just a sympathy date for a nice guy... she actually liked him! At work the rest of the day, his heart fluttered, and once he called her, they'd made arrangements to see one another that weekend. They'd been dating ever since, it had been a wonderful two months, and the sex was nothing short of mind-boggling. As Matt pulled the car into her driveway, he knew he was in love with her, and was ready for the first time to tell her so.

He gathered her Christmas gifts and carried them up to the door. While he shifted the boxes to one arm in order to ring the doorbell, but saw he didn't have to once he read the note taped to the door: "Merry Christmas, Matt... come on in! love, lulu"

Six months ago, Louise was an emotional wreck. Even though the relationship she'd had with her housemate Holly was an open one, Holly's decision to move out to be with a man was devastating to her. Lou went through all the steps of a break-up, the wondering why, the many nights in tears. They'd lived together nearly four years and, though Louise knew they'd each eventually want to get married and have children, it just threw her that Holly would find the man of her dreams before she did.

Louise missed their nights together terribly and, with no one onto which to hold if neither found a guy for the evening, turned to her computer and sulked. She would log in to chatrooms for hours and hours at a time, playing with anyone who'd pay her attention. She'd become especially attached to one woman, but when Lou came back from a week away visiting family, she'd learned her cyber-partner had chosen not to be faithful to her. This simply brought back thoughts of Holly leaving again, and more nights were spent crying.

"What's wrong with me?" she wondered. She knew she was intelligent... she knew she was attractive... so why didn't the people she wanted want her? Her mother breathed sighs of relief that Louise was no longer with "that woman," and nagged her to finally meet a nice man. Daddy, on the other hand, was nothing but supportive of his beloved daughter, assuring her she'd know the right thing to do, the right person with whom to spend her life, when it happened. He was the same way when her engagement was broken when she was 23. He was even more so when she was raped at 18... always loving, supportive, and encouraging. Her greatest qualities, she thought, came directly from him.

The one thing cyberring did do for her over those first few months alone, other than giving her the fantasy of climaxing with someone else, was to help bring her confidence back. She helped others online, giving advice when they were facing difficulties in their lives, and she'd opened up for some to do the same for her. By the start of the school year, she began testing the waters and dating once again. And again. And again. Before she knew it, she was juggling her schedule of free nights among four different men.

She was excited to have been asked to represent her school district to attend a three-day conference in Washington, DC, at the close of September. There, she had the chance to not only attend informative meetings and seminars, but the opportunity to sight-see in the nation's capital for the first time since she was in 7th grade. On her last morning there, though, she received the most devastating news of her life. Daddy was killed in an accident, and Mom was in the hospital. Her flight home was changed immediately, and she rushed to take care of what was left of her family.

A week later, Mom was at least okay and had been discharged from the hospital, though it would take some months of physical therapy to be able to use her right hand again. Lou, however, returned to work, confused and lost. Though everyone was kind and polite to her, it still was going to take some time for her to compose herself and find her way to a new normalcy. Over the next two and a half months, two things occurred: first, the only thing that she found to consume her enough to overcome her grief was sex, and second, of all the men with whom she was spending time, Matthew was winning out as she narrowed the field down to one.

The yellow roses he'd given Louise were her first sign; they had always been Daddy's favorite. The first night they'd spent together afterward was her second; Matt was so loving, so passionate, yet never gave her the feeling in the least that sex was the only reason he was there. Even though they didn't make love that night, the sex was amazing as he used his mouth on her body far better than any man she'd known, and better than most of the women. And the following morning, when she saw his body for the first time in the light? Even though he was fifteen years older than she was, he was certainly very easy on the eyes. His chest had just the right amount of hair... his face handsome... his body firm... his cock large and wide and gorgeous.

In the shower, she lathered up her body with the small rectangle of hotel soap, then used her own body to wash his, pressing her legs against his, her chest against his. Louise then turned around to press and wiggle her lathered back and ass to wash him, and as his arms closed about her body, she thought it was a perfect fit. She turned to face Matthew once more, encouraging him to spin around as well. When he did so, she reached around him and took the base of his hard member into her small hand. She skillfully stroked it, not letting the soap get too close to the slit of his head, making sure not to burn it with the bubbles. She rubbed the front half of her body all over him, pressing her soft breasts into his back, and carefully reaching up on her toes so as not to slip in the tub, yet feel the contour of his ass in front of her hips.

In a few minutes, she stopped her hand job. While Matt turned around to once again wrap his arms about Louise's body, she kissed him softly, then squirmed with a smile from the embrace. She slid down his body, out of the way of the streaming water, letting the soap rinse off from his stomach and his penis. Once it was completely rinsed, she knelt around him with her hands clutching onto his hips, urging him to turn with her. With Matt's body blocking the shower, Lou took him into http://www.porncc.org/bad-girl-christmas-erotic-couplings-t180189.html her mouth, sucking sweetly, passionately, and lustfully. After being nude with her for hours and the panic of what he may have missed the night before behind him, the sensations she gave, visually, physically, almost spiritually, exploded in return from his body and through his throbbing cock. She nourished herself with his seed, swallowing hungrily and excitedly.

Just two days later, Matthew was invited to her home and her bed; with the awkwardness of the first time being naked out or wondering if one could please the other out of the way, they found themselves exploring each other's bodies with ease, wonder, and delight. For the next two months, it was more of the same, each time better than the last, at least once every week.

No, there was no doubt that Matthew was winning out as Louise narrowed the field down to one. However, the only thing she found to consume her grief was sex, and she grieved every single day, not just once a week. There were others who were familiar with her body and mind, and they played on that knowledge as surely as she did with theirs.

As October ended and November began, Lou found herself absolutely depraved, and acted more like a slut than she had since her sophomore year in college. She had wasted away an entire summer without sex and was bound and determined to make up for lost time. The thought even occurred to her more than once to throw away her birth-control pills, considering to replace the life that was lost with a new one, but at least kept her sanity in that regard. In every other sexual sense, though, Louise was a lost soul. At one small party, she pulled a train with three different men. The next weekend she took on four at the same time. By Thanksgiving, she'd danced on stage during an amateur night at a strip club, found herself amid a threesome with a married couple she'd known, had allowed herself to be videotaped masturbating for another male friend, and stooped to submit as a fantasy for another to dominate her for a night.

She granted most any man who knew her fairly well a fantasy, but kept her inner soul hidden to all but one. Come December, she knew more and more that the needs of the one outweighed the needs of the many. She slowly weaned herself away from the others, but gave in to one final weak moment.

Louise's mother had gone out of state to stay with her side of the family while recovering for the holidays. Lou, with no one left around for the week, knew it would be a great opportunity to really get to know Matthew better. However, he had his daughter from the 23rd through noon on the 25th, and both agreed since the two girls had yet to meet one another, that the holiday might not be the best time to spring the thought that he'd had a new girlfriend to the child. She spent the morning of Christmas Eve online chatting and felt terribly alone... not so much from actually being alone as from missing Daddy... her first Christmas apart from him. Later that morning, she received an invitation over the phone to catch a football game at a friend's house... a male friend's house... a male friend who'd taken part of the train and the fivesome and had been granted a fantasy's house. Thinking more of missing Daddy than she was of missing Matt, she found herself accepting the offer.

On her way over, she realized what she was doing. A pang of guilt jolted through her heart, but it wasn't enough to force her to make a U-turn. The voyeur in her psyche couldn't refuse the idea of seeing more than one stiff cock at once. The exhibitionist in her soul couldn't let go the chance to show off, to be felt by more than only two hands, if only for one last time. Yes, this would be her last time, she affirmed, and drove on.


Shortly after arriving, Lou found the count for the day was again going to be four men, one woman. With a drink of Christmas cheer, another for courage and resolution, and a third to forget her situation and inhibitions, she was ready to begin. All four of them were from her workplace and had had sex with her in the past. Two had left their wives and families for the afternoon; Louise didn't know, didn't ask, and didn't care why they'd done so on Christmas Eve. All she knew was they wanted her, and no matter how much she impressed them at work, this was for the mere satisfaction of all parties involved.

She had already allowed three of the four men there a fantasy, and there were two people left who would get what they wanted. She knew hers, and let her coworkers privy to it. She loved the feel of a man's cum striking and splashing against her face... watching and listening to him masturbate until he could no longer contain himself, and the feel, scent, and taste of a facial rounded out all the senses involved. The men knew she was seeing more and more of Matt, and though they were happy for her, each secretly wished it would have been himself. Still, this might be the last chance to take advantage of their friend while she was still acting like a slut, and none were walking away from it. Though they'd each enjoyed her body in the past to every extent, today they would be limited to no actual intercourse.

She stood before the men who were spread about out her on a couch and two chairs. She glanced over to the fourth and asked if there was anything else special, with ground rules were in tact, what he would enjoy. He gave her question only a few seconds pondering when he responded, "I want to xxx you shave your pussy." She kept herself neatly trimmed during swimsuit season, but during the fall and winter months had no need to do so, and hadn't completely shaved there in nearly three years. But, fair was fair, and the circle of fantasies would be complete with the act.

She asked her host for a pair of scissors, his razor, and some water, and followed him as he went to fetch her cleaning materiel. When they returned, a plastic tarp was placed onto the living room floor, and two pillows from his bed were tucked into a plastic garbage bag and sealed. For the second time for one and up to the tenth for another, she began taking off her clothes in front of these men. She stood and removed her sweater, pulling it over her head and tossing it to the side. She unbuttoned her tight blue jeans and slid the zipper as far down as it would go. She sat in the middle of the tarpaulin and slipped out of her ankle-high leather boots. She wiggled her ass off and on the floor until her jeans had come off from her hips, slid them down both legs, and with a quick flick of her wrists, were off and, without panties, only her stockinged feet blocked the men's eyesight of her pussy. The view was quickly unimpeded when she slid her thumbs underneath the elastic band around her right thigh and carefully peeled the nylon fabric down that clung to her leg. Sliding off the left as well, she wiggled her toes and pointed her feet, stretching her legs to their fullest extent. Finally, she reached to her waist and tugged up on the bottom of her camisole, pulling it off and revealing her soft breasts to the eight ogling eyes. With a toss of her hair, she sat naked among lustful comments of appreciation.

Lou sat up and bent forward, pulling her feet back, sliding her heels along the floor until each of her knees were bent at right angles, matching the 90o that separated her thighs. With the scissors, she snipped at her curls as closely as she could to their roots, and the convex triangle that once had its orthocenter just above her clitoris was gone, and only short stubble remained along the sides and above her pussy. She pinched at the fallen ends of hair between her legs and flicked them off beside her.

She dipped her fingers into the mug of hot water provided her, and sprinkled it onto the sides of her vulva, rubbing it over the curly hairs. After another small splash of water, she sprayed a small dab of the man's shaving cream into her hand, then smeared a thin layer of lather onto herself. Wiping the excess cream into her thigh, she took the razor and dipped it into the mug, then slowly swiped one path of the soap off. She placed the head of the razor into the mug, swishing it around quickly to wash off as much of the lather and stubble away, then repeated with another smooth stroke. Noticing the men approaching slightly for a better view, she smiled up at them before cleaning off her next path. In about a minute, the top half was finished, her skin smooth and bare. Spreading out her right leg, she leaned down for a better view, herself, to make sure she didn't miss a hair. Careful, smooth strokes followed, then the process came to a close after shaving the left side of her pussy. She rubbed the final missed strokes of the lather into her skin until it was melted and absorbed. With a final inspection, she took a few more short strokes with the blade until there was nothing but smooth skin. Setting the razor aside and looking up with a quick raise of her eyebrows, she was rewarded with actual applause.

Having met the only fantasy left of theirs, there was only one remaining... her own. She laid back on the tarp with her legs still spread, resting the back of her head on the plastic-coated pillows. Lou encouraged her coworkers, almost chiding them as she teased, running the fingers of her right hand over the smooth http://www.porncc.org/bad-girl-christmas-erotic-couplings-t180189.htmlflesh that had moments before had been covered by fine, twisted strands of brown. Two fingers found their way down to the slit of her petals, and she pried them apart, showing off fully her pink flower for a half-minute, then slid them back up to her clitoris, slowly pressing in small circles over it. Her labia seemed swollen, larger than they were than before she had shaved. One of the men was ready, got down from the couch, and dropped to his knees. He undid the pants he wore, pulling them and his shorts down to mid-thigh. Lou watched in voyeuristic delight as he began jerking his cock. The faster he stroked, the more she played, too, letting her left hand slip down to finger over her slit while diddling her clit with her right.

Sweet moans of self-pleasure came from her throat while the two souls masturbated, eyes locked on each other's bodies. With both arms moving quickly to rub over her pussy and clitoris, they trapped her soft breasts between them, pressing them together and making them appear even larger than they really were, jiggling them with her every motion. The sight was enough for a second to remove his pants as well. When the moment came for the first, he vaulted up her body, kneeling by her shoulder and pointing his member to the side of her face. With a few more quick jerks, it erupted, lacing a line of sperm on one cheek, diagonally up her opened mouth, and across the other. Louise emitted a sexy moan of approval, while stream after stream hit over her the lower half of her face. His orgasm was over in a moment; she licked what spunk she could from her lips, then turned her attention to the next stroking man.

Her hands played fiercely over herself, excited to be the sexy center of attention. The other men took positions surrounding her nude body, touching over her thighs and breasts while she pleased herself. The second man moved to her face from another angle, and soon squirted more cum onto her, into her hair, over her forehead and one closed eye, and all over her cheek. She felt the thick liquid splashing on her and squealed, but with her eyes now closed to avoid the burning sensation of cum against her iris, she brought a hand up from her pussy to gently scrape it off so she could once again xxx. While doing so, her pussy unobstructed, one of the men knelt down between her feet, moving his face closer and began tasting her moistening folds.

Over the next fifteen minutes, she came twice and each of the men had ejaculated on her face. They took turns eating her pussy and sucking on her tits. After the last man had shot his seed, she took both hands to her face, scooping the cooled stickiness that hadn't yet slid off into her mouth. Licking her fingers, Louise's fantasy was over. It was strangely fulfilling and not, both at the same time; fulfilling in that it was incredibly sexy, but not in the sense that she wished there were more men and more cum.

She laid there for a few more minutes, when another unfulfilling thought came to her: sure, she was having fun, but as her friends teased, licked, and played with her body, none could do to her what Matthew had. She wanted to be with him, but it would be another twenty-two hours until she could. The more she was touched, tasted, and fondled, the more she merely laid there, not returning any of the attention given her.

After a short while and two more cumshots, one of the married men needed to return to his family, and Lou took the opportunity to wind down her end of the festivities as well. She found herself getting dressed, and though she laughed and had a good time with the rest of her coworkers while the game was on, she left as soon as it was over, kissing them each on the cheek, wishing them all a merry Christmas.

At home, her mind and soul were a mess. It was Christmas Eve, and she was all alone for the night. She called her mother and brother, wishing each of them a merry Christmas, then chatted with Matt on the phone well after his daughter's usual bedtime. The longer they talked, the more Louise felt guilty about her afternoon. By the time she'd hung up the phone two hours later, she knew how she'd spend her holiday.

Matt gathered Louise's Christmas gifts from his car and carried them up to the door. While he shifted the boxes to one arm in order to ring the doorbell, but saw he didn't have to once he read the note taped to the door: "Merry Christmas, Matt... come on in! love, lulu"

When he opened the door and let himself in, Matthew smelled the aroma of roasted poultry wafting from the kitchen, but was curious about the sight of Louise's living room. The decorations were intact and the tree was trimmed and lit, but all the presents he'd remembered underneath it only a few days before were gone. He noticed a piece of paper hanging on a branch, another note. He'd set his gifts before the Scotch pine, then stood back up to get a better look at the note in her handwriting: "You are a very bad girl, Louise. There are no presents for you, this year. --Santa." He stepped into the hallway toward the kitchen, but she wasn't there. Calling out to her, Matt heard Lou's voice whimpering from the bedroom, "In here...."

He walked down the hallway, and the sight he found on entering her room was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. The shades were drawn and the bedroom somewhat dark except for the ambient light coming in through the door and the candles in wrought-iron holder brought from another room. Lou was on her hands and knees, naked at the foot of her bed, facing away from the door. Her round ass was practically an invitation for him to kneel on the edge of the mattress and fuck her from behind. His eyes glanced down and saw she had shaved her pussy. Her ankles were covered with belted and zipped leather bands with metal rings on the inside and out with a chain clipped to each, attached to the posts on her bed, separating and spreading her legs. Looking beyond her back, her tightly braided hair, and the leather collar around her neck, he saw chains attached to the posts at the head of the bed, as well.

"Jesus, Lulu!" he wondered aloud while he walked along the side of the bed. With a side view, he saw the matching leather bands on her wrists, and her breasts, which normally hung separately and low below her chest were instead pushed somehow inward; his curiosity about her tits was appeased when he'd noticed the thin gold chain attaching them together by her nipple clamps, but the sight was all so unbelievable to him! Sure, she'd been amazing in bed over the past couple months and they'd played around with a little light bondage once in a while, but to see her like this absolutely blew his mind.

At first, "I've been a bad girl," is all she said. Once she realized Matthew was dumbfounded, she added, "I deserve a spanking."

"Lulu..." he started, with a curled brow, but didn't know how to finish the sentence. Finally words found their way to his lips. "You've never been bad... there's not an ounce of evil in your entire soul... and you know I would never hit you."

"I know that... but, yes, I am. I've been very bad and I deserve this. Please. Just today. Just this once. Spank me."

The good and kind-hearted man sat beside the woman with whom he'd been falling in love, resting his hand on the small of her back, caressing over the tight flesh. His hand eased down over http://www.porncc.org/daily-fresh-homemade-amateur-videos-for-you-t286782.html her sexy, protruding ass, feeling over the large, soft orbs of skin. Knowing her determination, he pulled his hand back less than a foot and gave Louise's cheek a short slap.

"SPANK ME!" she shouted.

"I can't do this. I... I love you."

Lou's heart melted with the words. "Oh, Matt, I love you, too. But you must do this!"

"Why?"

Louise couldn't bring herself to tell him that she'd been with so many other men over the past two months, or that she was with as many as she had only the day before. It was hard enough reminding him she was bisexual and of the two women she'd been with over that time, and though he seemed incredibly understanding of that, she was certain that to admit she'd been fucking around with men, too, would break his fragile, precious heart. "I can't say. I just need this, just this once. Please?"

Matthew shook his head and with resignation, slapped her ass once more. "Harder!" she implored. Another swat, and another plea for more. One more slap, and the words that came out of Louise's mouth were nearly a hiss. "For Christ's sake, hit me! Spank my fucking ass 'til it's fucking red all over! Slap it, mother fucker... SPANK ME!"

It was three o'clock before Bobby arrived back at his parent's house. This was his first visit back since heading off to college and he was looking forward to it with eager anticipation. He was especially looking forward to seeing his mother again. Seeing her and renewing the relationship that had evolved between them before he had left for college.

Grabbing his suitcase, he jumped out of the car. Looking over at the garage, he saw that his dad's car wasn't in the garage. But his mother's was. She must have taken off early to greet him, he happily thought as he hurried up the front walk to the front door. Reaching down, he spun the knob and found that it wasn't locked.

With a big smile http://www.porncc.org/frustration-t180175.html on his face, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. His mother was nowhere to be seen as he tiptoed across and peeked into the kitchen. She was standing looking into the refrigerator with her back to him. Still tiptoeing, Bobby crept up behind her and slipped his arms around her, clutching her big, soft tit in his hands as he did.

"Hi, Mom," he laughed, feeling her jump as he gave her tits a hard squeeze.

"Bobby!" she shrieked, spinning in his arms to face him. Then her arms flew around him and her lips crushed down on his lips. As they kissed, Bobby could feel her thrusting her tits against him as she ground her pubis against his already half-hard cock.

Dropping his hands down to her delightful, round ass, Bobby pulled her against him as they kissed. It was a demanding, open-mouthed kiss as their tongues twisted and twirled around each other.

Finally, gasping for breath, they broke for air.

"Oh, Bobby, I'm so glad to see you . . ." she half gasped, half panted. "I didn't think you would ever get here . . ."

"Well, I'm here—and Dad isn't," he suggestively grinned, grabbing her hand and gently trying to tug her across the room.

"No—no, we can't," she frowned, pulling back. "Your father said he was going to take off early and I don't know when he'll be home. We'll have to find a way tomorrow."

Bobby stopped pulling and stepped back up to her and took her back into his arm. Kissing her softly, he felt her hand find his straining cock and gently fondle it as they lovingly kissed.

"Tomorrow," he groaned when their lips finally parted. "Mother, that is an eternity away . . ."

"I know, Baby, but we have to be careful. We can't risk getting caught," she told him continuing to toy with his cock through his pants. "But I'll make the wait worthwhile . . . believe me."

"It's always worthwhile with you, Mother," Bobby whispered into her ear, slipping his hand inside her blouse and squeezing one of her big, droopy breasts. "Always . . ."

Just then, from outside in the driveway, they heard a car door slam.

"He's home," Monica laughed, pulling his hand out of her blouse and stepping back away from him.

"Wipe your lips—you have lipstick all over them," she laughed, handing him a napkin from the table.

As Bobby wiped at his lips with the napkin, Monica ran her hands down over her blouse and skirt straightening everything up. They both finished just as Bobby's father, Steve came walking in through the door.

"Look, Steve, he's home . . . finally," Monica beamed.

"I can see," Steve grinned, stepping over and giving his son a welcoming hug. "Welcome back, even if it is just for a while."

"I'm glad to be home and get some of Mom's home cooking," Bobby innocently grinned back, looking over his father's shoulder at his mother and winking. Among other things, he loathsomely thought to himself . . .

The rest of the afternoon and evening there was no hint of the incestuous undercurrent swirling around them. On the surface, it was like any other family, rejoicing and glad to be back together again.

Lying in his bed that night, Bobby thought back to how it had all begun. It was his senior year in school, and he had come home to find his mother half-plowed, sitting on the couch blubbering openly.

"What's wrong. Mom?" Bobby asked, dropping his books on the hallway table before stepping out into the living room.

"I got fired," she angrily declared, taking another gulp off her drink.

"What happened?" Bobby wanted to know.

"That damned old man Jamison. He asked me if I wanted a raise, and when I asked him what would I have to do for it, he told me. I told him that it would never happen in a million years, raise or no raise. He said fine then, he didn't need my services anymore."

"Uh, Mom, that's, uh, that's sex discrimination—he can't do that," Bobby angrily argued.

"He did! And told me I had ten minutes to get my desk cleaned out and be on my way," she fumed.

"Are you going to sue him for your job back?" Bobby asked.

"I don't know—I don't know—why is your father always gone when I need him?" she complained.

"He'll be back tomorrow night. http://www.porncc.org/naughty-office-anikka-albrite-t298400.html It can wait until then," he told her, sitting down beside her, slipping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her to him.

"Oh, Bobby, I don't know what I'd do without you. You seem to always be around when I need a shoulder to cry on," she sniffed resting her cheek on his shoulder.

"Isn't that what sons are for, Mother?" he grinned, trying to make her feel better. But as he did, he felt a strange outpouring of love for her. He'd always had strong feelings for her, but he'd never seen her so susceptible and vulnerable.

To this day, he didn't know what made him do it, but it had led to the incestuous turmoil they found themselves in now.

Bobby had reached down and gently pinched his mother's chin between his thumb and finger. Then as he tilted her head up, he leaned down and gently kissed her. On the lips! Sparks flew as their lips first touched and his mother's eyes had flared open, staring at him in stunned shock. But as Bobby held his lips to hers, her eyes slowly closed and she offered no resistance to his kiss.

Stunned by her lack of resistance, Bobby didn't know what to do next so he just kept kissing her. Finally, as if waking from a daze, she leaned back away from him. Shaking her head as if to clear away the cobwebs, she opened her eyes. Bobby saw that she had the oddest expression on her face. He had never seen that look. Her eyes were widely dilated and had a distant, unfocused look that he had never seen in them before.

"Why did you do that?" she finally asked, leaning back against the couch, but not moving away from him.

"I don't know . . . you, you just looked so helpless and all alone. I just wanted you to know that I would be there for you . . . whenever . . . whatever you need . . ." Bobby mumbled, trying to keep from getting an erection, but failing miserably. "I'm sorry if you, you took it the wrong way, Mother . . ."

"Well, it certainly wasn't a peck on the cheek," she mumbled.

"You're lips are so soft," Bobby charged on. "I liked it, didn't you?"

"But that's hardly the way a boy should kiss his mother," she told him, a slight blush spreading out over her cheeks. "Don't you think?"

"I don't know—I thought you liked it," he said, defiantly staring back at her determined to get her to admit she had.

"Whether I liked it or not is not the point," she argued. "It's wrong for a mother and son to kiss that way.

"Then you did like it," he declared. "You did like it."

"So?" she shot back.

"What's wrong with kissing? It's just kissing—not anything else," he returned.

"Yes, but it can lead to other things. You know that," she smiled coldly, taking another sip of her drink.

"Oh, come on, Mom. How about just one more little kiss," Bobby grinned, leaning toward her.

"Now cut it out, Bobby," she fussed, pushing at him. "You're lucky I've had a few drinks. Else I'd take you over my knee and give you the paddling you deserve for acting this way."

"Promises—promises—" Bobby snickered.

Reaching over to the coffee table, she set her drink down and pushed up to her feet.

"Don't think I can't," she declared, reaching for his arm. "I'm still your mother and you'd better mind me.

"Oh, yeah," Bobby laughed, reaching for her arm to resist her. As fate, or destiny would have it, Monica turned just as his hand was grabbing for her arm. Bobby's suddenly found himself with a handful of soft, pliant tit flesh. His mother stopped in her tracks and stared down at Bobby's hand in stunned shock. Not one to turn down an opportunity, Bobby gave her big breast a rough squeeze.

"Bobby!" she gasped, jerking back away from him dislodging his hand.

Sensing the upper hand, Bobby lurched to his feet and grabbed hold of her arms. Then stumbling backward, pulling her with him, he plopped down on the couch and pulled her belly down on his lap.

Monica landed with a soft, little "Ompfff", as Bobby's hand shot down to her short, little skirt.

Before Monica knew what had happened, she was in Bobby's lap, her pubis resting on his legs and her ass sticking up in the air above it. She had to throw her hands down to the floor to keep from falling flat on her face, then she felt Bobby start to tug her panties down off her butt.

"Bobby—STOP THAT!" she shrieked.

Balancing on one hand, she threw her other hand back and clutched at her panties to keep Bobby from pulling them down.

"Bobby—Stop it—" she shrieked again, just as she heard the soft ripping sound when Bobby pulled her panties out of her fingers. Then she felt him pull them down her legs to her ankles.

"Stop—Stop—Stop—Bobby!" Monica screamed.

Just then she felt a stinging slap land on her the cheek of her bare ass accompanied by a loud whacking sound.

Before she could react, she felt another blow and another loud sound of flesh striking flesh.

Grinning, Bobby brought his hand down on his mother's beautiful ass for a third time. As he lifted it for a fourth spank, he saw that the creamy-white skin had a glowing, red handprint on it.http://www.porncc.org/naughty-office-anikka-albrite-t298400.html And down below her reddened butt, between her legs, Bobby could see the curl-covered mounds of her pussy. Gawking at it for a few seconds, he started to reach for it, but decided that discretion was the better part of valor. Stopping, he reached up and pulled her skirt back down over her beautiful butt.

"Why did you do that?" Monica fumed, pushing off his lap and up onto her feet beside his legs.

"Because Mommy was being a bad, little girl," Bobby snickered up at her.

Monica was shocked by what had just happened. But most of all, she was stunned by her own reaction to it. Through the anger and mortification of being spanked—by her own son no less, she had felt a strange sense of excitement. She had never been spanked before except by her father when she was a bad, little girl. She had hated those spankings, but after those spankings, she had felt cleansed, absolved of her crimes, but now this was different. An almost opposite feeling. There had been a suggestion of sexual tension with this spanking. Especially when he had pulled her panties down before he spanked her. Her father had never done that! Had Bobby seen her pussy? She hadn't fought hard enough to stop him. This left her with a guilty feeling that she had somehow deserved the spanking for not fighting harder and stopping him. Maybe, she tipsily thought. Maybe she had wanted him to see her pussy. Maybe she was indeed a bad, little girl. But Bobby had stopped too soon. Stopped before she had been cleansed. Now she felt she wanted more. She wanted Bobby to spank her again . . . to take away that guilt.

Stepping out of her torn panties, she reached down and swept them off the floor.

"Maybe you just wanted these," she taunted him, waving them in front of his face.

"Well here, keep them," she smirked, tossing them down in his lap.

"Bobby thinks Mommy is being a bad, little girl again," Bobby warned her, brazenly lifting her torn panties up to his nose. "Maybe Mommy needs another spanking."

"Well, that certainly wasn't much of a spanking," she taunted back at him, surprised that he had just smelled her panties.

"Huh?" Bobby grunted, wondering what was going on. It sounded almost like she wanted him to spank her again.

"No. Now my father knew how to give a bad, little girl a spanking. That's for sure," Monica mocked.

"Mommy is getting awful close to getting another spanking, if she doesn't xxx out," Bobby leered.

"Promises, promises . . ." she smirked down at him with a derisive sneer.

"Well, you asked for it," Bobby snorted, reaching up and grabbing hold of her. Then he jerked her back down on his lap.

The sexual tension of their interchange had already had a telling effect on Bobby and his big cock was hard and stiff. Monica could feel it rubbing against her hips through his pants. Bobby has an erection, she deliriously thought as he quickly jerked her skirt up off of her pretty, round butt. The fact that Bobby had an erection just added to the excitement of the spanking for Monica. Had spanking her got him excited, too, or seeing her pussy and ass? Is that what had excited him? Whatever it was, it was exciting her, too.

Staring down at his mother's perfect, round ass, Bobby could still see the faint, pink outline of his hand on its milky-white skin. Another jolt of excitement fired off in his cock making it twitch down inside his pants. Raising his hand up in the air, he sharply brought it down on her ass. As the sound of the slap bounced off the walls, he heard his mother give out a soft murmur.

This is crazy, he told himself, raising his hand up in the air again. She acts like she actually likes getting spanked.

What's gotten into me? Monica deliriously asked herself as she felt Bobby's hand smack down on her ass for a second time. Confused and baffled by her own emotions, she couldn't explain the sudden rush of excitement and arousal the stinging slap elicited from her.

Had she been a masochist all this time and not even known it? How could that be? Surely she would have known it, wouldn't she?

But there was no doubt that the spanking was bringing out something new and perverse in her.

Suddenly, to her shocked amazement, she found herself wanting Bobby to touch her. Touch her down there where each slap sent another arcing jolt of electric excitement down into her raw, throbbing clit.

After the fifth slap, Bobby paused for a moment to study the red glow on his mother's sweet ass. Should he stop, he asked himself? It was getting awful red. And he didn't want to hurt her too bad. But she seemed to be enjoying it. Then he saw his mother's legs slowly spread apart to reveal the meaty gash between the two curl-covered mounds between them. He could also see that the fat, gorged lips of her pussy were clinging together, covered with her glistening juices.

Then to his utter shock and astonishment,http://www.porncc.org/frustration-t180175.html he heard his mother whisper, "Touch me . . ."

Another jolt of electricity seared through his cock making it jump again. She wanted him to touch her?

"Touch me down there," she whispered.

She wanted him to touch her down there. Touch her pussy! Slowly bringing his hand down from where it had been poised to rain another blow down on her ass, Bobby slowly, lovingly ran his fingers over the soft, quivering flesh of his mother's perfect round ass. Moving down lower over the curve of her ass, he gently ran his trembling fingers over the soft, juice-covered folds of flesh that hid the precious treasure that lay below them.

Monica sickly found herself wanting him to touch her inside. Feel his fingers inside her. She was crazy, she told herself, and sick for letting her son do this to her.

"Inside me . . . put your fingers inside me . . ." she softly cooed as her legs spread even farther apart.

Probing the soft flesh between her legs, Bobby slowly spread the fat, bloated lips apart. As he did, his mother tilted her hips up to further expose the hot, seeping hole between the lips. Seating two fingers into the gooey, slippery opening of her vagina, Bobby pushed them into her all the way up to the last knuckles.