"We're going to be uncles, man," David grinned at me, slapping my back with a little more force than necessary. His hand lingered for a moment, the warmth of his palm searing through my shirt. I stared at him, the news of our sister's pregnancy still sinking in.   Juliet had always been the wild one, the one who didn't quite fit the mold of our suburban upbringing. Now, she was going to be a mother. It was weird to  think about her with a  baby bump, her belly swollen with new life and her breasts swelling out of her shirts. But she had always been resilient, so I knew she'd handle it. Carmen, our trans sister, was over the moon, already planning nursery designs and baby showers.   Our mother, bless her, was ecstatic. She had always wanted grandkids and now she was getting one sooner than she had ever hoped. Her eyes sparkled with excitement every time she talked about it, and her smile seemed to grow wider every day. Dad, on the other hand, was a mix of proud and slightly overwhelmed. His usual gruff exterior was replaced with a gentle paternal concern that was kind of endearing.   SUMMARY^1: David shares the news of their sister's pregnancy, and the narrator reacts with surprise, considering Juliet's past wildness. Carmen, their trans sibling, is thrilled and eagerly begins planning for the baby. Both parents have positive but varied reactions; their mother is ecstatic while their father is proud but shows a newfound concern.   The house was abuzz with preparations for the new arrival. Mom had taken over the garage, turning it into a makeshift nursery, and Dad, bless his soul, was doing his best to stay out of the way. His only contribution was the occasional grunt of approval or disapproval at the color schemes Mom presented to him. David and I, we weren't much help either, mostly just watching from the sidelines, making snarky comments and trying not to get roped into any of the heavy lifting.   But there was something about the whole situation that had us both feeling... tense. It wasn't just the anticipation of a new baby in the family, it was something more primal, something that had us both shifting awkwardly in our seats. We'd catch each other's eyes and look away just as quickly, a silent understanding passing between us.   One evening, while our parents were busy measuring the crib, David and I retreated to his room. The walls were plastered with posters of scantily clad models, a testament to his teenage years. His hand hovered over the laptop, and without a word, he opened the browser. The familiar red banner of a porn site popped up, and we both took a deep breath. We'd done this before, of course, but it had always felt like a shared between us, a way to escape the monotony of suburban life.   SUMMARY^1: The family home is a flurry of activity with the upcoming baby, and the narrator and David are mostly bystanders. There's an underlying tension between the brothers, which they relieve by secretly watching porn together in David's room, a bonding ritual from their teenage days.   The tension was palpable as we scrolled through the thumbnails, looking for something to ease the ache in our pants. Soon, we had our cocks out. His was beautiful, with such a plump head that glistened in the dim light of the room. Mine was long and a little fatter, a silent declaration of our burgeoning masculinity. We didn't speak, our eyes glued to the screen as we stroked ourselves in time with the moans of the actors on the screen. The smell of sex filled the air, a mix of sweat and arousal that made my heart race.   As we jerked off, our hands grew more confident, more eager. Without looking away from the screen, I reached out and grabbed David's cock, feeling the warm velvety skin slide under my fingers. He gasped and reached over to grab mine, his hand feeling just as good. We stroked each other in unison, the rhythm of our movements matching the pulsing rhythm of the porn playing before us. Our breaths grew ragged, and the room grew hotter, the only sound our muffled gasps and the occasional squeak of the bed as we shifted positions.   I couldn't take it anymore. I had to have his cock in my mouth. I leaned over and took him in, his taste overwhelming me, making my own cock throb in response. He groaned, his hand tightening on the base of my shaft as I began to suck him off. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before, the salty tang of his precum mixing with the musky scent of our desire. His cock grew harder in my mouth, and I knew he was close.   SUMMARY^1: The narrator and David give in to the tension and masturbate together while watching porn. The intimacy escalates when the narrator begins to perform oral sex on David, bringing him close to climax.   Juliet opened the door, her breasts spilling out of her top, her belly huge and round. She had that glow that all pregnant women get, and for a moment, I felt guilty for what we were doing. But the sight of her only served to turn me on more. She looked at us, her eyes wide with shock before a knowing smile played across her lips. She leaned against the doorframe, watching us with an intensity that made me blush.   "You guys are going to be the best uncles," she said, her voice thick with lust. She reached down and began to fiddle with the waistband of her sweatpants, sliding them down to expose her panties. Underneath, I could see the dark patch of her pubic hair, a stark contrast against her pale skin. She stuck her hand inside, her knuckles turning white as she began to rub herself.   The sight of my sister's engorged breast and the knowing look in her eyes sent a jolt of electricity through me. I didn't know what to do, but David took charge. He let go of my cock and stood up, walking over to her. He bent down and licked the drop of milk from her nipple, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak. She gasped and arched her back, pushing her chest closer to his eager mouth. I watched, transfixed, as he began to suck on her, his cheeks hollowing out with each draw.   SUMMARY^1: Juliet interrupts the narrator and David's intimate moment, watching them with lust. She praises them and begins to masturbate, which leads David to approach her and suckle on her pregnant breasts.   Juliet's hand never left her pussy, her fingers moving faster now. She locked eyes with me, and I knew what she wanted. I got off the bed and approached her, my heart racing. This was something new, something I had never even considered before. But as she watched me, her eyes halflidded with pleasure, I found myself moving closer, unable to resist. I dropped to my knees and kissed the swell of her stomach before sliding my hand into her panties.   Her skin was hot to the touch, her pussy slick with arousal. I found her clit and began to rub it, feeling it swell under my thumb. She moaned, her hand moving to cradle the back of my head as she pushed me closer. I leaned in and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking it just as David was doing to the other. The taste of her skin, the feel of her body against mine, it was . I could feel my own cock leaking onto the floor, my need for release growing more urgent with each passing second.   David looked at me, his eyes glazed with lust. He reached over and took my cock in his hand, stroking it gently as we both suckled on our sister's milkfilled breasts. We were lost in a sea of sensations, the three of us bound by a shared, carnally driven need that we hadn't known existed until now.   Juliet's breath hitched as she pushed us away, her eyes gleaming with a mix of passion and challenge. She laid down on the bed, her legs spread wide, and with a voice that left no room for argument, she said, "Adrian, fuck me." It was a command that resonated through the room, and I felt a thrill of excitement shoot through me as I positioned myself between her thighs.   David, ever the eager participant, climbed onto the bed and straddled her face, his own cock standing tall and demanding. Juliet didn't waste a moment, her lips wrapping around him and her tongue flicking against the head of his cock. His moan was muffled, but the way his body shuddered told me she was doing something incredible.   I hovered over her, my cock bobbing in the air, the anticipation of feeling her warm, wet pussy around me driving me wild. I didn't need any more invitation than that. I thrust into her, feeling the resistance of her tight hole before it gave way and she enveloped me in a velvety embrace. She was so wet, so ready, and it was all I could do to not lose it right then and there.   Juliet's moan vibrated through David's cock, making him buck his hips into her mouth. Then she went down to his balls and took one by one in her mouth. His glistening cock was dripping precum on her breasts. I had to take his cock in my mouth. I started sucking him, I took him in deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. He tasted like salt and musk, and I found myself loving it. The noises we were making were a symphony of lust, each of us lost in our own little world of pleasure, yet connected in the most primal way possible.   Then we started hearing moaning. We stopped it was our paretns. They were fucking too. Then a scream from our mother saying fuck me Carmen. Mom was fucking out Trans sister Carmen. We couldn't believe it. But David took my head off his cock and said: "I need to fuck Juliet now!"   Juliet looked over her shoulder at David, her eyes glazed with lust. She nodded, and I could see the excitement in her gaze as she felt the weight of his body pressing against her back. He lined up his cock with her pussy, which was now wet and stretched from my own. With one swift thrust, he pushed inside her, and she arched her back, her moan muffled by the mouthful of David's cock.   Her walls clamped down on him as she continued to suck me off, the sensation of her mouth combined with the feeling of her pussy tightening around his shaft driving him wild. He began to fuck her in earnest, his hips moving in a steady, powerful rhythm that made the bed shake beneath us. I felt the heat of their bodies against my own, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the room.   My cock was soaked from Juliet's juicy pussy and I placed it right on her mouth. David came to lick it as well. Both licking her juices from my cock and sucking it together. Juliet's eyes rolled back in her head as she took in the sensations of having two cocks filling her, one in her pussy and the other in her mouth. I watched, my own cock still rock hard, as they moved together, a dance of lust and familial bonding that was both shocking and incredibly arousing.   And then, as if on cue, the walls of the house seemed to echo with the sounds of our mother's pleasure. The moan grew louder and louder, and we knew she was climaxing. It was a sound that was unmistakable, a sound that sent a tremor through our own bodies. David's eyes grew wide, and his strokes grew faster. I could feel him getting closer to his peak, his balls tightening for sure.   "Oh, fuck," he groaned, the sound of his voice sending a shiver down my spine. He thrust into Juliet harder, his cock swelling even more in her soaking wet pussy as he approached his climax. And then, with a roar, he was there. The hot spurt of his cum filled her pussy, Then he took out his cock and laid it on her pussy and three more shots went all over her breasts. I started licking it up right away and then went down to her pussy to eat her out. It was a taste I never knew I wanted, but now craved. That mix of Juliet's pussy and his cum was wonderful. I needed to fuck her and lined my cock up with her pussy again.   Juliet was lost in a haze of pleasure, her eyes closed, her breaths coming in short gasps. She was so beautiful, my sister, my friend, my... lover? The thought made me feel a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly washed away by the desire to claim her, to make her mine in the most intimate way possible. I pushed into her, feeling her walls clench around me as she came down from David's orgasm. She was so tight, so wet, it was like sliding into a warm, velvet glove.   On cue, the door to the room creaked open. Our mother, father, and Carmen stood there, all three of them naked. Mom had a look of surprised pleasure on her face, her hand still buried between her legs. Dad's cock was indeed huge, standing tall and proud, but Carmen's was something else entirely. It was a monster, a thick, veiny beast that made my own cock seem almost dainty by comparison. They stepped into the room, the smell of their own passion mingling with ours, and for a moment, we all just stared at each other, frozen in a tableau of lust and confusion.   Mom's breasts were indeed massive, her areolae dark and wide, the nipples swollen and pointed. It was clear she had been blessed with an abundance of milk, especially after having 4 . Carmen's chest was smaller, but the surgery she had undergone had left her with breasts that were still surprisingly large, the result of hormones and silicone. Her nipples were a deep shade of pink, standing out against the paleness of her skin, and they were just as sensitive as ever.   Dad, on the other hand, was stroking his cock, his hand moving up and down in a lazy rhythm that belied the size of his erection. His eyes flicked between the three of us, watching intently as David and I claimed our sister. I could see the hunger in his gaze, the desire to join in the decadent scene before him. He was a man who had always loved to watch, and now he had the best seat in the house.   Carmen was the first to move, her hand reaching out to stroke my back as she stepped closer to the bed. Her touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if she were afraid to disturb the delicate balance of what we had going on. She leaned in and whispered something in David's ear, making him grin and nod. He got me to pull out, I pulled out of Juliet and laid down beside her, my cock still hard and gleaming with their combined juices.   Juliet looked at Carmen with a mix of shock and desire. Our trans sister had always been part of the family, but we had never crossed these lines before. Yet here we were, all of us caught up in something that was both taboo and incredibly alluring. Carmen took my place between her legs, her cock standing tall and proud, a testament to the hormones she had been taking.   Juliet reached up and began to play with her Carmen's breasts, her nipples hard and sensitive. She looked into Carmen's eyes as she felt the head of her cock brush against her swollen pussy lips. "Go slow," she whispered, her voice breathy with anticipation. Carmen nodded, her gaze never leaving hers as she began to push in. The sight was almost too much to handle, watching the two of them connect in a way that was so raw and intimate.   Mom decided to sit on my cock, straddling me. She took David's cock in her mouth, sucking him deep. I watched as she bobbed her head, her cheeks hollowing out with each suck. Dad moved behind her, his hands on her hips as he guided her down onto my shaft. She took me in, inch by inch, until I was fully seated inside her. The feeling was indescribable, like coming home to the warmth of a familiar embrace, yet it was something entirely new and exhilarating.   Juliet's eyes never left mine as Carmen pushed into her, the sight of our sibling's cock disappearing into her pussy making me even harder than I thought possible. Dad took his place at the head of the bed, his cock standing tall and proud as he offered it to his other daughter. She looked up at him with a mix of lust and curiosity, then opened her mouth and took him in. She had never been one to back down from a challenge, and I could see the determination in her eyes as she began to suck him off, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him deep into her throat.   Dad's eyes rolled back in his head as Carmen's mouth worked magic on his cock, her tongue swirling around the shaft, teasing the sensitive spot just under the head. He reached down and grabbed onto her shoulders, his hands trembling slightly as he guided her movements. Meanwhile, I couldn't take my eyes off of Mom as she rode me, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. They were so big and heavy, the milk spilling out onto my chest with every movement.   Juliet's eyes went wide as Dad leaned over and took one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling hard. She moaned around the cock in her mouth, her hips bucking up into Carmen's thrusts. The sight of my father's strong hands on my sister's breasts was something I never thought I'd see, but the raw passion in the room was undeniable.   Carmen looked up at me, her own eyes glazed with a mix of love and desire. She leaned over and claimed my mother's mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, their tongues dancing together as they both tasted the saltiness of David's cum. Mom's eyes rolled back in her head, her moans muffled against her daughter's lips as she continued to ride my cock. It was a scene of pure, unbridled passion, the kind that could never be captured in a movie or a book.   Juliet's hand found its way to her own clit, her fingers working in circles as she approached her climax. She looked up at me, her eyes pleading for release. I reached over and grabbed her hand, guiding her movements as I felt my own orgasm building. We were all connected, a tangled web of limbs and bodies, each of us feeding off the others' pleasure.   The room was a symphony of moans and wet sounds, the mattress creaking beneath us as we moved together. The air was thick with the scent of sex, and the heat was almost unbearable. Yet we pushed on, driven by a force that seemed to come from deep within us, a force that had been building since the moment we realized what we were feeling wasn't just a fleeting curiosity but something much deeper.   I watched as Mom's pussy tightened around my cock, her orgasm approaching like a storm. I could feel it in the way her walls clamped down on me, in the way her muscles tensed and released. I knew she was close,

Ms. Jenkins, a peculiar neighbor, obsessively maintains her colorful garden with an unnerving dedication. Rachel, my sister, passes by her house daily, displaying an innocently alluring figure with piercing blue eyes and a contagious laugh, thanks to hormone patches enhancing her features. I'd always had a thing for Rachel, not in the usual brotherly way, but something deeper, something that made me feel guilty and excited all at once. Her ass was like a perfectly sculpted work of art, and the way it filled out her jeans made it impossible to ignore. But it was her chest that truly captivated me. The way her nipples pressed against her shirt was like a code, hinting at the treasures beneath. It was a guilty pleasure, one that I'd indulge in when I thought no one was looking, my eyes tracing the outline of her areolae, the way they puckered slightly when she was cold or excited. One day, Rachel came home from school, flustered and on the verge of tears. She'd caught the edge of a rumor, something about someone finding out her . I could see it in the way she moved, the way she held herself tightly, as if bracing for impact. I didn't know what the was, but I knew it was something she guarded fiercely. She'd retreat to her room, slamming the door behind her, and I'd be left with nothing but the echo of her pain and the unshakeable feeling that I was missing something vital. I found myself drawn to her even more, the mystery of her only fueling my fascination. That night, I couldn't resist. I slipped into my room, pulled out my laptop, and searched for videos that mirrored the taboo desires I couldn't shake, images of tangled in passionate embraces playing on my screen as I touched myself, Rachel's face superimposed on every scene. I harbor an illicit attraction to Rachel, particularly her enhanced breasts. Rachel returns home one day visibly upset about a being discovered. This intrigues me further and leads me to watch pornography, imagining Rachel in those scenarios. As I stroked my hard cock, I thought of Rachel's perfect tits, her nipples begging to be kissed and sucked. The videos grew more intense, the sounds of passionate moaning and sighing filling my ears as I lost myself in the fantasy. I could feel the pressure building in my balls, the tension reaching a crescendo. And then, with a roar that I barely managed to stifle, I came massively, like never before, the warmth of my release spilling over my hand and onto the bed. My body convulsed with the force of it, the intensity of the orgasm leaving me breathless and trembling. I lay there, my heart racing, feeling both relieved and disgusted with myself. The next day was Saturday, and Rachel wasn't wearing a bra. Her shirt was slightly transparent, revealing the pale outline of her nipples beneath. They were so puffy, so inviting, that I couldn't tear my gaze away. She moved around the kitchen, her small breasts bouncing gently with every step, and it took every ounce of selfcontrol I had not to reach out and touch them. Rachel didn't seem to notice, or if she did, she didn't let on. She was lost in her own world, her thoughts as as the secrets she kept from me. My cock grew hard again, painfully so, and I had to retreat to the privacy of my room. The door clicked shut behind me, and I reached into my pants, my hand wrapping around my thick shaft. The material of my boxers was rough against my sensitive skin, but it only served to heighten the pleasure. I pulled them down, my cock springing free and slapping against my stomach. I stroked it slowly at first, savoring the feeling of my palm gliding over the velvety skin. My eyes drifted closed, and Rachel's face swam before me. I imagined her looking up at me, those blue eyes filled with a mix of shock and desire as I lowered my head to take one of her perfect little nipples into my mouth.   The fantasy grew more vivid. Rachel's hands were in my hair, pulling me closer as I sucked and nipped at her. I could almost feel her soft skin against mine, her breath coming in short gasps as I worked my way down her body. I pictured her unbuttoning her jeans, her hand sliding inside her panties to touch herself as she watched me, her fingers slipping through the slickness of her pussy. The thought made me groan, and I picked up the pace, my hand moving faster and faster. The head of my cock was shiny with precum, and I could feel the orgasm building, a tight coil in the pit of my stomach. With a grunt, I gave in to the sensation, my hand moving in a blur as ropes of cum shot out, splattering across the floor and the bed. It was a mess, but in the moment, I couldn't bring myself to care. The release was too intense, too satisfying. I lay there for a moment, panting, the aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me. Rachel's name was on my lips, a silent confession of my darkest desires. Days passed, and the tension in the house grew thicker than the ivy that crawled up Ms. Jenkins' fence. Rachel was quieter than usual, her laughter muted, her movements more deliberate. I noticed that she started wearing baggy sweatshirts, hiding her body from me. The sight of her in those oversized clothes only made me want her more, made me crave the feel of her skin under my fingers even as guilt gnawed at me.   And then, one evening, I discovered something new. While scrolling through the internet, trying to find something to distract myself from my thoughts, I stumbled upon a category I hadn't considered before: motherson . It was a taboo so deep, so dark, that it made my heart race and my cock throb. I clicked on a video, my breath hitching as the scenes unfolded before me. There was something about the raw intimacy, the forbidden nature of it, that resonated with me. The mother in the video had breasts so large, they looked like they could fill a man's hands, and she didn't bother with a bra, just a thin, almost transparent shirt that did little to conceal her areolae, which were indeed the size of saucers.   The scenes grew more explicit, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. The way the son touched his mother, the hunger in his eyes, it mirrored my own desires. I found myself imagining it was me, my hands cupping those massive mounds of flesh, my thumbs brushing over the hardened tips of her nipples. The woman in the video was a little chubby, but her body had this soft, inviting warmth to it, and I couldn't help but think of my own mother, her curves that she'd often complain about, but which I'd always found incredibly alluring. Her ass was like two pillows, plump and round, and I'd caught myself staring at it more than once when she'd walked by in a pair of tight yoga pants. Mom was a beautiful woman, despite the few extra pounds she'd picked up over the years. Her breasts were the largest I'd ever seen in person, and sometimes, when she wore those flimsy shirts without a bra, I could make out the dark circles of her areolae beneath the fabric. It was like a just for me, a that I cherished and feared all at once. The thought of her, naked and willing, was so alien and yet so tantalizing that I couldn't ignore it. My cock grew stiff again, and I began to stroke it, my mind racing with images of her sprawled out on my bed, her eyes filled with a mix of lust and confusion as I approached her.   In my fantasy, she didn't push me away. Instead, she looked up at me with a strange mix of need and curiosity. Her breath was shallow, her chest rising and falling in a hypnotic rhythm as I leaned over her, my hand finding her right breast. It was heavy in my palm, the warmth of it making me dizzy. I could feel the nipple poking through the shirt, begging for attention. I lowered my head, my tongue tracing the outline of her areola before taking her nipple into my mouth. She gasped, a soft, needy sound that sent a jolt of pure pleasure straight to my cock.   I sucked harder, my teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, feeling it harden even further against my tongue. Her hand found the back of my head, her nails digging into my scalp as she guided me to her other breast. I obeyed eagerly, my mouth moving to the soft mound, my hand still playing with the first. She moaned, arching her back, pressing herself into me. The smell of her arousal filled the room, and overwhelming. I could feel her pussy, hot and wet against my leg, and the urge to push aside her panties and bury my face in her was almost too much to resist.   But then she pulled away, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide with something I couldn't read. Panic? Desire? I didn't know, but I knew I had to keep going. I pushed her back onto the bed, my body hovering over hers, my cock pressing against her thigh. She didn't protest, instead spreading her legs slightly, giving me a glimpse of the dark thatch of hair that covered her mound. It was thick and unruly, and for a moment, I hesitated. But then I remembered the videos, the way the men in them reveled in the natural scent and feel of our mothers' bodies. I leaned down, my nose brushing the soft curls, and inhaled deeply.   Her pussy was delicious, the scent of her arousal making my mouth water. I parted her folds with my thumbs, exposing the glistening wetness beneath. She was soaking wet, her clit swollen and begging to be touched. I couldn't hold back anymore. My tongue darted out, flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves, and she gasped, her hand flying to my head to push me away. But I was relentless, lapping at her like a starving man. She was sweet and tangy, the taste of her driving me wild. Her legs began to shake, and her hips bucked up to meet my mouth, silently begging for more.   The room was filled with the sounds of her moans and the wet slurps of my tongue. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as I worked my magic on her clit. I felt her getting closer, her body tightening, and I knew she was going to come. I didn't want to miss a second of it. I sat up, my cock throbbing painfully against my stomach, and positioned myself at her entrance. She was so wet that I slid in easily, the heat of her pussy enveloping me like a glove. I watched as her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth forming a perfect O of pleasure. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and her nails dug into my back as I began to thrust, slow and deep at first, then faster, harder.   Her pussy was like nothing I'd ever felt before. The hair was coarse against my skin, the smell of her musk . It was as if the very essence of her desire was seeping into me, driving me on. I couldn't stop, couldn't pull out, even though every instinct was screaming at me to. Rachel's body began to convulse around me, her orgasm building like a storm, and I knew I was going to lose control. With a final, desperate thrust, I felt the first spurt of cum leave my cock, painting her stomach with thick, white ropes of it. I kept going, my body moving on instinct as the orgasm ripped through me, my hips bucking as I painted her chest with my seed. It was a mess, a beautiful, carnally delicious mess. My mother's eyes were squeezed shut, her teeth digging into her bottom lip, her body shaking with the force of her climax. And then she was still, panting, her chest heaving. She opened her eyes, and for a moment, I thought she'd be disgusted. But instead, she looked at me with something that was almost like hunger, a desperate need that mirrored my own. She reached up, her hand trembling slightly, and touched my face, her fingers coming away sticky with cum. She brought them to her mouth, her eyes never leaving mine, and licked them clean. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen, and it was all I could do not to come again right there. I came out of my fantasy, opened my eyes and saw cum all over my chest and felt it on my face. I had never cum so much. I didn't know who I wanted more my mother or my sister. Days later, I heard the shower running in my mother's bathroom. The sound was like a siren's call to me, and I found myself creeping closer, my heart racing. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, and I could see steam billowing out into the hallway. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't resist the urge to peek inside. Mom's silhouette was visible through the foggy glass, her large, round ass jiggling as she bent over to pick up a towel. I felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly swamped by the desire that surged through me. Her breasts were massive, even from this angle, the areolae like dark moons in the soft, pink flesh. I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning out loud. I pushed the door open just a crack, the warm, wet air of the bathroom hitting me like a wave. She still hadn't noticed me, too lost in her own world to hear the soft squeak of the hinges. I took a deep breath, my eyes locked on the sway of her hips as she moved. It was like watching a dance, a private, erotic performance that was just for me. My cock grew harder with every second that passed, straining against the fabric of my shorts. I didn't dare touch it, not yet. I wanted to savor this moment, burn the image of her naked body into my memory. She was my mother, but in that moment, she was something more primal, something that called to the deepest, most basic part of me.   Finally, she turned around, and our eyes met. She froze, the towel slipping from her hands, leaving her completely exposed. I could see the shock on her face, but also something else. Something that sent a shiver down my spine. It was desire, raw and unfiltered, and it was aimed directly at me.   Her hand flew to her chest, trying to cover herself, but she was too late. I'd already seen her breasts, so large they looked like they could crush me. The areolae were dark and wide, the nipples long and thick. They stood erect, begging to be sucked and bitten. I took a step into the bathroom, my heart pounding.   "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice shaking.   But I couldn't tear my gaze away from her. Her hips were like the rolling hills of a landscape painting, broad and lush, leading down to thick, muscular thighs that were covered in a thick carpet of dark hair. It was almost shocking to see, a stark contrast to Rachel's sleek, bare legs. The hair grew up her stomach, forming a treasure trail that disappeared into her pussy. I'd never seen anything like it before, and the sight of it made me want to dive in and explore every inch of her.   My eyes traveled further down, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Her pussy was like nothing I'd ever encountered. The lips were massive, hanging down in a way that was both terrifying and thrilling. They were thick and meaty, the hair around them curling in a wild, unkempt bush that seemed to demand attention. Five inches of plump, pink flesh greeted me, and I could see the wetness glistening between them. It was as if she was a creature of the earth, untouched by the constraints of society's beauty standards.Works miracles on my cock.   As I took in the sight of her, my cock grew so hard it was painful. It strained against my gym shorts, the fabric tenting out in a blatant display of my arousal. She must have noticed because she took a step back, her hand moving down to cover herself. But it was too late. I was entranced by the sight of her, the water droplets sliding down her body and pooling at the base of her thick labia. It was as if she were offering herself to me, presenting her most intimate parts for my inspection.   "Get out!" she yelled, her voice echoing off the tiles. But the anger in her tone was tinged with something else, something that made my boil.   I couldn't move, my eyes still glued to her pussy, the thought of burying my face in it making me dizzy. "I'm sorry," I murmured, taking a step back. "I didn't mean to..."   But she didn't look away, her gaze locked on my crotch, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and something else. Desire? It had to be.   I stumbled backward, my mind racing. I needed to get away from her, to think. I ran to my room and slammed the door shut, my heart hammering in my chest. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I needed something to ground me, something to help me make sense of the chaos in my head. And so, I did the only thing that seemed to make sense: I turned to my laptop.   My fingers trembled as I typed in the words "mom and son porn" into the search bar. The results were immediate and overwhelming, a smorgasbord of taboo content that seemed to echo my own desires. I clicked on the first link, my eyes devouring the images that filled the screen. There were men with cocks that looked just like mine, plunging into the warm, welcoming depths of our mothers' pussies. Mothers with bodies like my mom's, with breasts that were sagging from years of gravity and pussies that were meaty and inviting.   The videos played, one after the other, each more intense than the last. The moans and cries of the women filled my ears, and I could feel my own arousal growing, my cock straining against the fabric of my pants. The screen was a blur of flesh and passion, and I knew that I needed more, needed to feel the warmth of a woman, to lose myself in the kind of forbidden pleasure that the videos offered.   With trembling hands, I freed my cock. It was thick and heavy, the veins standing out in stark relief. I stroked it slowly, watching as the images on the screen grew more and more explicit. The mothers in the videos were all different, but they had one thing in common: they were all older, our bodies showing the signs of age, just like my own mother's. And it was that thought that pushed me over the edge.   My cock erupted, cum spurting out in thick ropes that painted the computer screen in a messy Jackson Pollock of lust. I gasped, my eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced, my body convulsing as I shot stream after stream of sticky white fluid. When it was over, I looked down at the mess, panting. My cum had formed a web of desire across the glass, obscuring the very images that had brought me to climax.   I took a deep breath and looked at the clock. Rachel's bus was due to arrive any minute, and I knew I needed to clean up before she got home. I grabbed a wipe and began to clean up the mess, my thoughts racing. What would she think if she found out? Would she be disgusted? Or would she understand?   But as I tossed the used wipe into the trash, I heard the front door open and

Chapter 2 The next few days, I made it a point to wear boxers that left little to the imagination, the fabric so thin that my cock was basically on display. I'd walk around the house, the bulge obvious, hoping that Rachel or Mom would catch a glimpse and make the first move. But they pretended to be oblivious, lost in our own worlds of desire and confusion. It was like I was living in a constant state of arousal, my body betraying me with every step.   Rachel's innocence continues to fuel my thoughts, leading to a masturbation session fueled by a fantasy involving Rachel's cock and our mother's pussy. Our mother's lingering gaze suggests shared curiosity, while Rachel remains unaware. I attempt to provoke my family with revealing attire failed, leaving me feeling frustrated and guilty.   Then we got hit by a massive heat wave. The air was thick with humidity, and the house felt like a sauna. Rachel took to wearing these tiny little shorts that barely covered her ass, and she didn't bother with a shirt most of the time. Her the bump in her shorts caused by her cock was always visible, a constant reminder of what I'd seen that day. The sight of her nipples poking out from her sports bra was enough to drive me wild, and I'd have to sneak away to my room to jerk off every few hours just to keep from going insane.   But it wasn't just Rachel. Mom started wearing less too. Her dresses were shorter, her shirts more revealing. And she'd taken to letting her hair grow out under her arms, the dark fur peeking out from her sleeveless tops. At first, it was just a little bit, but soon, she had fullblown armpit bushes that she'd show off every chance she got. It was like she was taunting me, flaunting her natural beauty without a care in the world.   The heat wave didn't help matters. We'd all sweat, our clothes sticking to our bodies like a second skin. Rachel's shorts would ride up, and I'd have to look away to keep from getting hard in front of her. But it was Mom's dresses that were the real killer. They'd cling to her curves like a second layer of skin, the fabric turning almost transparent when she was wet with sweat.   A heat wave leads Rachel and our mother to wear more revealing clothing, which intensifies my desires. Rachel's exposed cock and our mother's armpit hair become constant sources of temptation, causing me to frequently masturbate in . The atmosphere in the house became increasingly sexually charged as the characters continue to navigate our complex and evolving relationships.   One day, she walked into the living room, her dress sticking to her in a way that left nothing to the imagination. Her nipples were hard, poking out like little pebbles, and the dark patch of hair between her legs was visible through the thin material. You could see the hair go from her pubic area to her belly button. Also, there was so much hair around her pussy it was a dark mass throughout her groin. Rachel and I were both watching TV, trying to ignore the tension that hung in the air like a thick fog.   Rachel looked up, and her eyes widened when she saw Mom's state of undress. She bolted up from the couch, her hand flying to her mouth. "Mom, what are you doing?" she squeaked.   Mom looked down at herself, feigned ignorance, and then laughed it off. "Oh, I guess this dress is a bit... clingy, isn't it?" She glanced at Rachel, who was now standing in the doorway, her eyes darting between the two of us. "I will go change, again!"   Rachel's face was a mix of shock and curiosity as she watched our mother sashay away. Her own bra was white and thin, and it too was becoming transparent from the heat. She must have noticed it, because she soon mumbled an excuse and rushed upstairs. I couldn't help but stare at her retreating backside, the muscles in her ass flexing with each step. The bulge in her shorts was unmistakable.   Rachel and I are shocked when our mother enters the living room wearing a clingy, revealing dress. Rachel reacts with a mix of shock and curiosity, while I am unable to resist staring at Rachel's bulging shorts. Our mother acts nonchalant, adding to the growing sexual tension in the household. Rachel quickly excuses herself, leaving me to deal with our conflicting emotions.   The next day, I decided to take it to the next level and start becoming a nudist in the house. It was a scorching hot morning, and the idea of wearing clothes was unbearable. As I walked down the hallway to the kitchen, my cock bobbing with each step, I felt a strange sense of liberation. Rachel and Mom were both sitting at the table, sipping coffee, their eyes snapping to me as I entered.   "What the hell are you doing?" Rachel demanded, her eyes wide with shock and a hint of something else.   I shrugged casually, trying to play it cool. "What? It's hot."   Rachel's eyes traveled down my body, taking in my nakedness with a mix of shock and something else, something darker that sent a thrill through me. She licked her lips, and for a second, I thought she was going to say something, but she just shook her head and turned away.   "You're disgusting," she muttered, but the way she said it didn't sound entirely disapproving.   My cock had indeed started to grow, as if it had a mind of its own, standing at halfmast as I shuffled over to the fridge. I pretended not to hear Rachel's comment, pulling out the milk and pouring it over my cereal and sat down next to Rachel. The cold liquid did little to cool the heat in my loins, but the act of playing it cool was almost as arousing as the nakedness itself.   Mom cleared her throat, her eyes flicking down to my crotch and back up to my face. She took a sip of her coffee, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Well, it is quite warm," she said, her voice a little too casual. Rachel shot her a glare, but Mom just shrugged and took another sip.   My cock grew harder, the friction against the chair sending jolts of pleasure through my body. Rachel's eyes darted down to my lap, and I watched as she took a deep breath. She looked away again, her cheeks reddening. "Could you... put something on?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.   "What's the big deal?" I shrugged, feigning nonchalance as I spooned a mouthful of cereal into my mouth. "It's just skin."   Rachel's eyes narrowed, but she didn't argue further. Instead, she pushed her chair back and stood up, the bulge in her shorts more pronounced than ever. "I'm going to my room," she said, her voice tight with something that sounded a lot like desire. She practically sprinted out of the room, and I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of victory.   Later that day, Mom was cleaning, her body glistening with sweat. Her dress was stuck to her skin, revealing every curve and crevice. Her hair was matted to her forehead, and her cheeks were flushed from the heat. Rachel and I were still in the living room, the TV playing some mindless sitcom in the background.   Rachel and our mother are both visibly affected by my nudity, with Rachel becoming increasingly uncomfortable and aroused. Rachel leaves the room, unable to handle the tension, while our mother remains, though visibly affected. Rachel's reaction is particularly intense, revealing a growing sexual interest in I despite the taboo nature of the situation. I feel a sense of victory, further entangling the family in our web of desire.   "I can't take this heat," Mom groaned, setting down the dustpan. She turned to us, her eyes meeting mine with a smoldering intensity that made my stomach flip. "I think I'm going to join you."   Before I could react, she grabbed the bottom of her dress and, with a swift motion, lifted it over her head. Rachel's jaw dropped, and she stared, slackjawed, as Mom revealed her nakedness. Rachel's eyes bulged at the sight of her mother's ample breasts, her hard nipples pointing at the ceiling, and the dark patch of hair between her legs.   Mom didn't miss a beat, walking over to us with a predatory grace that had Rachel and me frozen in place. Her armpits were indeed hairy, a thick bush that matched the dark, unkempt thatch of hair surrounding her pussy. The sweat glistened in the light, making her fur look wet and inviting. Her areolas were indeed like small pancakes, wide and thick, the dark circles of skin around her nipples standing out starkly against the pale flesh of her chest.   My cock became instantly hard at the sight of her, and Rachel's eyes grew wide as she took in the scene before her. I couldn't help but look at Rachel's crotch, the bulge in her shorts telling me she was just as affected as I was. The room was thick with the scent of arousal, and it was all I could do to keep from pouncing on them both right there and then.   Instead, Rachel and I exchanged a knowing glance. Without a word, we both reached for the nearest cushions, awkwardly using them to cover ourselves up. Rachel's cushion was a garish floral print, while I grabbed one with a geometric design that was a little too small for the job.   Mom's smile grew wider, a knowing glint in her eye as she took in our attempts at modesty. "It's just skin, after all," she said, echoing my own earlier words. She turned and sashayed away, her bare ass swaying hypnotically. Rachel and I watched her go, our hearts racing, our cushions tenting with our erections.   Every time I saw Mom that day, my cock would throb in response. She'd bend over to pick up a towel, and there it was, her plump, hairy pussy on full display. She'd stretch to reach something on the top shelf, her breasts swaying tantalizingly. It was torture, and yet I couldn't look away. Rachel's glances grew more frequently, and I could see the same hunger in her eyes that I felt.   It was like we were playing a game of chicken, daring each other to make the first move. Rachel's eyes would lock onto my crotch. Each time I looked away, I could feel the heat of her gaze lingering on my skin.   That night, Rachel went out with her friends, leaving Mom and me alone in the house. We settled into the living room, the air thick with the scent of her perfume and the unspoken tension between us. The TV flickered in the background, but my eyes remained glued to her, catching as many glances as possible at her beautiful body. Then she got up and went to bed leaving me there half asleep.   As the hours ticked by, my eyelids grew heavy with exhaustion, and I eventually gave in to . The couch became my makeshift bed, and I drifted off into a fitful slumber, the images of Rachel and Mom's nakedness playing on a loop in my dreams. When I woke up, the house was quiet, the TV still on with the volume low.   Suddenly, I heard it – a soft, muffled sound, almost like a whimper. It came from Rachel's room. My heart skipped a beat as I strained to listen, the quiet sobs growing louder with each passing second. Concerned, I threw the couch cushion aside and tiptoed down the hallway. Rachel's door was slightly ajar, the dim light from the TV in her room casting a strip across the floor.   I paused outside her door, my hand hovering over the wood. The crying grew more insistent, and I couldn't ignore it. "Rachel?" I whispered, pushing the door open a crack. Her bed was a mess of tangled sheets, and she lay there, her face buried in a pillow, her body shaking with silent sobs.   "What's wrong?" I asked softly, stepping into the room. She stiffened at the sound of my voice, and for a moment, I thought she'd ignore me. But then she rolled over, her eyes redrimmed and wet. "It's... it's nothing," she mumbled, her voice thick with emotion.   I sat down on the edge of her bed, the mattress sinking slightly under my weight. "You can tell me, Rach," I said, trying to keep my voice gentle. "I'm your brother. We're supposed to be there for each other."   Rachel's sobs grew quieter, and she took a shuddering breath. "It's just... I don't know what's happening to me," she whispered. Her hand came up to wipe at her eyes, and I could see the glint of tears on her cheeks.   "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice low. I wanted to pull her into a hug, to tell her it would be okay, but I didn't dare move. The air between us was charged with something I didn't fully understand, something that had been building since the day I'd seen her naked.   Rachel took another deep breath and looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. "These... these feelings," she , her voice barely above a whisper. "They're just so intense, and I don't know what to do with them."   My cock started to get hard again, and I tried my best to hide it, crossing my legs and hoping the shadows of the room would work in my favor. Rachel was lost in her own thoughts, and I didn't think she noticed as I tucked my boner under my leg. The silence stretched out between us, a tightrope of unspoken desires and fears.   "I was with a boy tonight," Rachel began, her voice shaky. "He wanted to go all the way, but I couldn't." She paused, her breath hitching. "I was afraid to show him... what I really am."   My heart raced, my cock twitching in response to her words. "What do you mean?" I asked, playing dumb despite knowing the truth.   Rachel sat up, her breasts bouncing slightly in the dim light. "You know," she whispered, her eyes meeting mine. "I was thinking about someone else."   A cold sweat broke out across my forehead as I nodded, my heart racing. "Who?"   Rachel took a deep breath, and for a moment, she seemed to hesitate. Then, she whispered, "I was thinking about you."   My heart stopped, the rushing to my ears. I couldn't believe what I'd just heard. Rachel, my sister, had been thinking about me during her most intimate moment with another person. The guilt and arousal crashed together in a tumultuous wave, and I felt like I might .   "What do you mean?" I croaked out, my voice barely above a whisper.   Rachel took a shaky breath and met my gaze, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and longing. "When I was with him, I kept thinking about... you."   Her words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of our shared . My cock pulsed in response, and I had to fight the urge to reach out and touch her. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.   Rachel took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling with the effort. "I... I'm not like other girls," she said, her eyes searching mine. "I have... I have a cock."   The room felt like it was spinning as the reality of Rachel's words sank in. The image of Rachel with a cock was too much to handle, and yet it was all I could think about. "But... but you're so beautiful," I stuttered, trying to act as if this revelation was a shock to me. "And your... your breasts are amazing."   Rachel's eyes searched mine, looking for any sign that I was lying. But my mind was racing too fast to think straight. "You can't be serious," I added, feigning disbelief. "You're just messing with me."   But Rachel's expression didn't change. "I'm not," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I'm transgender and have been taking hormones."   The word hung in the air like a bomb waiting to detonate. I didn't know what to say. Rachel had always been the confident one, the one who seemed to have it all figured out. But here she was, laying bare her deepest, darkest . And it was a that mirrored my own dark fantasies.   "Hormones?" I repeated dumbly, trying to process her words. Rachel nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yeah. I started taking them years ago. That's why I have... these." She gestured to her breasts, and I couldn't help but stare at the soft mounds, the puffy nipples hard and poking through her tshirt from the cold air of the room.   "But... but you have a penis," I whispered, my thoughts racing. Rachel nodded again, a tear slipping down her cheek. "It's complicated," she said, her voice shaking. "But I'm not a boy. Not really."   "I don't care," I said, the words spilling out before I could stop them. Rachel's eyes widened, and she sucked in a sharp breath. "I mean, I think you're amazing just the way you are. Your breasts... I've seen them before, when your bra was wet. They're... they're beautiful."   But Rachel just shook her head, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "They're not like Mom's," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "They're so small, and my areolas... they're not like hers."   The mention of our mother's breasts was like a match thrown into a pool of gasoline. Images of Mom's lush, pancakesized areolas and her thick, dark nipples filled my mind, and my cock throbbed in response. Rachel's confession was like a door opening to a world I'd only ever dared to fantasize about.   "They're beautiful in our own way," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "They're... they're perfect for you." Rachel's eyes searched mine, looking for any trace of a lie. But there wasn't one. Her breasts were indeed small, but they were a part of her, and that was what made them beautiful to me.   "You really think so?" she whispered, her voice hopeful. The scent of her arousal filled the room, mixing with the tang of my precum that had started to soak into the fabric of my sister's sheets. My cock was buried under my crossed legs. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "They're all I have," she said, her voice cracking. "But I wish I had more..."   Her words trailed off into a sad little sigh. "What happened with the boy tonight?" I asked, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. Rachel's eyes filled with tears again, and she looked away. "He... he didn't know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was so scared to tell him. I didn't know what he'd do."   Her vulnerability was like a knife to my heart, and I wanted nothing more than to take her in my arms and tell her it would be okay. But I was frozen, the reality of the situation weighing heavily on my shoulders. "Does anyone else know?" I managed to ask, my voice hoarse. Rachel shook her head, her eyes still downcast. "No," she whispered. "I've never told anyone. Only mom and now you know."   Without thinking, I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around her. Rachel stiffened for a moment before relaxing into my embrace, her body melting against mine. And as I pulled her closer, my cock, which had been painfully trapped under my leg, sprang free, pointing straight up at the ceiling. Rachel gasped, and I felt her eyes on it, the heat of her gaze burning into my skin.   "It's okay," I whispered, stroking her hair. "You're not alone." Rachel looked up at me, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and something else – something that made my heart race even faster. And then she leaned in, her lips brushing against my ear.   "What about you?" she murmured. "Are you... normal?"   I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of my pressing down on me. Rachel's eyes searched my face, and I knew I couldn't keep lying to her. "No," I confessed, my voice barely a whisper. "I'm not normal."   Rachel pulled back, her gaze dropping to my crotch. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity and a hint of confusion. "Is... is there something wrong with it?"   I couldn't help but feel a rush of embarrassment, but also a strange sense of relief that I was finally sharing my darkest with someone. "It's just... it's small," I murmured, my cheeks burning. Rachel's eyes widened slightly, and she took in the sight of my cock, which was now fully erect and standing tall.   "It's not... it's not small," Rachel said, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached out a tentative hand, her fingertips brushing against the shaft lightly. "It's... it's perfect for you."   Her touch sent an electric current through my body, and I couldn't help but gasp. Rachel's eyes searched mine, and she seemed to understand what she was doing to me. "But I've seen y

Chapter 3:   The next morning, I awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the blinds, my body feeling sticky with the remnants of our shared passion from the night before. Rachel lay beside me, her chest rising and falling steadily with each breath, her naked form a testament to the newfound intimacy we'd shared. My eyes were drawn to her chest, her breasts standing proudly with their puffy pink peaks pointing at the ceiling. Rachel's cock, though not fully erect, was still a formidable size, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and longing for the way it had looked the night before.   Her cock began to stir as she shifted in her , the hair around its base catching the light in a way that made it seem almost alive. It grew, inch by inch, filling the room with an air of anticipation that was almost palpable. The soft thump of it against her stomach as it grew harder was a gentle reminder of the power it had over me. Rachel's balls, nestled beneath it, were a sight to behold – plump and heavy, hinting at the potent desire she held within.   I reached out tentatively, my hand trembling slightly as it hovered over Rachel's growing cock. It felt like I was reaching for a sacred artifact, something so taboo and yet so alluring that my very soul was on the line. I wrapped my hand around the shaft, feeling the heat and the pulse of beneath the skin. It was alive in my grip, a beacon of our shared desires that I had been denied for so long. Rachel's cock was heavy, a weight that filled my palm and made my own cock twitch with envy.   The precum oozed out of Rachel's slit like a clear, viscous nectar, a testament to her arousal. I watched as it grew, the drop growing larger and larger until it finally fell from the tip, landing on her stomach. Rachel's breath hitched, and I knew she was fully awake now. She looked at me, her eyes halflidded with lust, and I knew she was just as lost in the moment as I was.   Without another thought, I leaned down and licked the tip of Rachel's cock, catching the last remnants of her precum. It was salty, almost sweet, and tinged with the scent of her arousal. Rachel's body tensed beneath me, a soft gasp escaping her lips as my tongue touched her most sensitive spot. Her hand found the back of my head, her fingers threading through my hair as she gently guided me closer to her.   I took the head in my mouth, feeling the softness of her cock as it filled my mouth. Rachel's taste was , a mix of desire and femininity that I couldn't get enough of. I began to suck, my tongue swirling around the tip as I took more and more of her into my mouth. Rachel's hips rocked up to meet me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I pleasured her.   More precum flowed into my mouth, and I swallowed it greedily, savoring the flavor of our shared desire. Rachel's cock grew even bigger, pushing against the back of my throat as I deepthroated her. My eyes watered from the effort, but I didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of Rachel's cock in my mouth, the way she was losing control as I brought her closer and closer to climax.   Her hand tightened in my hair, her nails digging into my scalp. I could feel her body tense, and I knew she was close. Rachel's breathing grew ragged, her hips bucking against my face. I grabbed her perfect breasts and knew that this sent her over the edge. Then, with a low moan, she started to cum. Her cock pulsed in my mouth, and the taste of her filled me, hot and salty and perfect. Rachel's orgasm seemed to go on forever, her body shaking with the force of it as I swallowed every drop she gave me.   When she was done, I kissed my way back up her body, leaving a trail of wetness in my wake. Rachel's skin was slick with sweat and cum, a delicious blend of flavors that only heightened my own arousal. When I reached her face, I could see the lust in her eyes as she watched me. I didn't hesitate, pressing my mouth to hers, sharing the taste of her climax. Rachel's eyes widened in surprise, and then she kissed me back, deep and hungry. Her tongue danced with mine, tasting herself, and I knew she liked it.   It was our first kiss, and it was everything I had dreamed of. Rachel's soft, plush lips melded against mine, and I could feel her cock starting to get hard between us. The sensation was exhilarating, a reminder of the taboo nature of what we were doing. Rachel's hand slid down my body, her fingers wrapping around my own cock.   But then, the moment was shattered by the sound of our mother's voice calling from downstairs. "Breakfast is ready, you two," she called out, her tone cheerful and oblivious to the heated scene playing out in Rachel's room. Rachel and I froze, our eyes snapping open as reality crashed back down around us. We shared a panicked look, both of us acutely aware of the precarious situation we were in. "Shit," Rachel murmured, her hand slipping away from my cock. "We can't let her find us like this." She sat up, her breasts bobbing slightly with the movement, and began to scramble around the room. "You go down first," she whispered urgently. "I'll be down in a minute."   I nodded, my heart racing. As I descended the stairs naked, I heard the clatter of dishes in the kitchen, Mom's humming muffled by the walls. When I entered, she was standing at the stove, her back to me. Her ass was indeed amazing – round and firm, enormous hips.   "Morning, sweetie," she said, turning around with a plate of pancakes. Her eyes swept over my naked body, and she raised an eyebrow. "You're up early," she said with a knowing smile. "And dressed for the occasion."   My cheeks flushed as I took the plate. Our mother's gaze was intense, and I could feel her eyes lingering on my cock, which was already halfhard from the excitement of the morning. Rachel's confession had changed everything, my body reacted more to the mere sight of her.   "Thanks, Mom," I mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact as I sat at the table. Rachel's nakedness had been burned into my mind, and I couldn't help but imagine her standing there, her cock at halfmast. The sight of her had been like nothing I'd ever seen before, a blend of the familiar and the forbidden that had left me reeling.   Mom set a plate down in front of me, her eyes lingering on my crotch. I shifted uncomfortably, hoping she wouldn't notice the effect Rachel's touch had had on me. But as she turned away, I couldn't help but steal a glance at her own naked body. Her waist was indeed smaller, the curve of her hips leading to the swell of her ass, which was even more pronounced without the barrier of clothing. Her pussy hair was thick and dark, a stark contrast to Rachel's smoother skin.   The sight of Mom's body was a reminder of the forbidden fruit that had always been before me, yet now, after Rachel's revelation and our shared intimacy, it felt almost like a taunt. Rachel's cock had been so much more... accessible, and I found myself comparing the two, despite the stark differences. Rachel's was sleek and firm, a testament to her and hormones. Mom's pussy, however, was a ripe, luscious fruit, begging to be tasted and explored.   Just as I was about to start on my breakfast, Rachel appeared in the kitchen doorway, equally as naked as I was. Her cheeks were still flushed from our recent escapade, and her cock, though not fully erect, was definitely more substantial than it had been earlier. The sight of Rachel's naked body was like a punch to the gut to my mother – it was so unexpected, so... wrong, and yet, it sent waves of desire crashing through her.   Mom's eyes grew wide as she took in Rachel's form, her gaze lingering on Rachel's cock, which was already starting to thicken under the scrutiny. Rachel looked at her mother, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and defiance. "What are you doing?" Mom asked, her voice tight with shock. Rachel's cock twitched, a silent answer to the unspoken question hanging in the air.   "It's hot," Rachel said, her voice a little too loud, a little too . "I didn't feel like getting dressed." She took a step into the room, and the scent of her arousal mixed with the syrupy sweetness of the pancakes. Rachel's cock was indeed a sight to behold, a stark contrast to the extremely hairy, curveless landscape of her mother's naked form. The kitchen felt smaller, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension.   Mom's eyes remained glued to Rachel's cock, which grew more substantial by the second under her gaze. Rachel's nerves were palpable, her hand moving to cover her cock selfconsciously before she caught herself. She let it fall away, a silent declaration of her newfound confidence.   As Rachel sat down opposite me, I noticed the subtle shimmer of moisture between Mom's pussy lips. A single bead of juice clung to her labia, glistening in the morning light like a dewdrop on a leaf. My cock reacted instantly, standing tall and proud on the plateau of my lap. Rachel followed my gaze, her own eyes widening at the sight of our mother's arousal.   Mom's hand trembled slightly as she took a deep breath, visibly trying to compose herself. Rachel's cock, however, was anything but composed. It was now fully erect, a proud and formidable tower between her legs, a silent declaration of the power she wielded in this moment. Rachel's pupils dilated, the room suddenly feeling hotter as the air grew thick with unspoken need.   I tried to focus on my pancakes, but the sticky sweetness of the syrup on my tongue only served to remind me of Rachel's cum. Each bite felt like a betrayal, a distraction from the throbbing erection in front of me. Rachel's eyes kept darting down to my crotch, where my own cock was leaking precum and it was flowing down my shaft.   The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional clink of silverware and the sound of our breathing. Rachel's chest rose and fell rapidly, her nipples still erect from our earlier activities. Her cock lay thick and heavy on her thigh, the precum now forming a puddle, a testament to her arousal. Our mother cleared her throat, and Rachel jumped slightly, snapping her gaze up to meet hers.   I knew I needed to leave the room before things spiraled further out of control. The tension was palpable, a silent battle of wills and desires playing out before us. I stood, my eyes never leaving Rachel's cock. The precum was a siren's call, begging to be tasted, but I myself to move away from the table. Rachel's eyes followed me, a silent plea for understanding, for normalcy amidst the chaos of our new reality.   As I turned to go, a single drop of precum leaked from my cock, hitting the kitchen floor. It was a declaration of my own arousal, a silent confession of the desires that Rachel and my mother had awakened in me. The sight of it, shimmering like a diamond in the harsh kitchen light, made Rachel's cock twitch. Our mother's eyes darted to it, a hunger in her gaze that was impossible to miss.   My heart pounded as I hurried to my room, my cock swaying with each step. Rachel's taste was still in my mouth, a sweet reminder of the passion we'd shared. Each drop that fell from me was a beacon, leaving a trail that spoke of our transgression, the smell of sex and desire following me like a shadow.   Closing the door behind me, I couldn't help but look back at Rachel, her cock still standing proud, demanding attention. With a deep breath, I sat on the edge of my bed, my legs spread wide to accommodate my own growing arousal. Rachel's room was a sanctuary of sorts, a place where we'd found refuge from the storm of our desires, but now, the tempest was raging inside me, demanding to be unleashed.   I reached for my cock, stroking it gently as I thought about Rachel's touch, the way her hand had felt on me, the sound of her breaths growing shallower with each pass of my hand. It was a symphony of lust and longing that played on repeat in my mind. Then my mother suddenly opened the door.   My hand froze midstroke, and my eyes shot up to see her standing there, her own naked body framed in the doorway. She took in the scene – me, my cock in hand. Shock registered on her face, but it was quickly replaced by something... hungrier.   Her gaze dropped to my hand, watching the way I touched myself, and I could see her own desire reflected in her eyes. My mother's breasts were indeed huge, with areolas the size of small pancakes, the dark nipples standing tall and proud. Her armpit hair was thick and wild, a stark contrast to Rachel's smoothness. And her pussy... it was like nothing I had ever seen before. The hair was a thick, untamed bush, framing her swollen labia that glistened with wetness.   The hand on my cock moved faster, the image of Rachel's cock in my mouth making me crazy with need. I knew I was going to cum soon, and the thought of doing it in front of my mother was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.   Then it happened. My cock started to erupt as she watched from the door, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and hunger. The first spurt shot out, hitting the floor with a wet smack, the second and third following close behind, painting the wood in thick ropes of white. I couldn't hold back the moan that escaped my lips, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.   Mom took a step back, her hand flying to her mouth. I watched as a solitary drop of her arousal slipped from her labia, hanging for a moment before it too fell to the floor. She looked down, her eyes meeting mine, and I knew she was as lost in this moment as I was. Without a word, she closed the door, leaving me alone with the echoes of our shared desire.   I cleaned up the mess with trembling hands, the sticky residue of my cum a stark reminder of the situation I found myself in. The house was eerily quiet, the only sounds the distant hum of the air conditioner and the muffled sounds of life beyond the walls. I listened carefully, and sure enough, behind Rachel's closed door, I could hear the sound of her breathing, the occasional soft moan escaping into the hallway.   My curiosity piqued, I tiptoed over to Mom's door, the carpet soft under my bare feet. The buzzing was unmistakable, a rhythmic pulse that grew louder as I approached. My heart raced in anticipation, the thought of what might be happening on the other side making my cock twitch.   I pressed my ear to the wood, the coldness of it a stark contrast to the heat coursing through my body. The slurping sounds grew clearer, the unmistakable noise of wet flesh on plastic. I knew what it was. The sound was almost hypnotic, a symphony of need and pleasure that I couldn't ignore.   My hand stole down to my cock, which was already hard again from the sounds of Rachel's pleasure. I began to stroke it, the images of Rachel's cock, my mother's pussy, and Rachel's cumcovered body playing on an endless loop in my mind. Rachel's moans grew louder, more frantic, until she let out a series of loud, unrestrained gasps that echoed through the house. She was cumming, her body shuddering with the force of her climax.   The sounds from Rachel's room grew more intense, and I found myself leaning closer to the door, my heart racing. And then, like a bolt from the blue, I heard it – Mom's voice, loud and unmistakable, joining Rachel's in a chorus of pleasure. Her moans were deep, almost guttural, a sound that seemed to resonate through the very walls of the house. Rachel's room went silent, the only sound now the harsh, desperate grunts of our mother's masturbation.   My hand moved faster on my cock, the image of Rachel's cumcovered body and our mother's nakedness a cocktail of taboo and desire. Rachel's door flew open, and she emerged into the hallway.   Her eyes were glazed with lust, her cheeks still flushed from her recent climax. She looked at me, her gaze hungry and demanding. Without a word, she got on her knees and took my cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the precum that had begun to leak out. Rachel's breasts pressed against my thighs, her own cock still hard and wet from her earlier release.   Our mother's moans grew louder, punctuating the quiet morning like a siren's call. Rachel sucked harder, her hand moving up and down my shaft as she took me deeper into her mouth. Each of her movements was a silent echo of the passion we'd shared just moments before. I watched as Rachel's cheeks hollowed out, her eyes never leaving mine, and I knew she was savoring every inch of me, every sound that escaped my throat.   Her own cock lay between her legs, still slick with cum, but Rachel's focus was solely on me now. Her eyes flicked to the door, where the sound of our mother's masturbation grew more urgent, and Rachel's grip tightened, her mouth moving faster. The wet, hungry sounds she made as she sucked me off only served to heighten the tension in the air. Rachel's breasts bounced with the rhythm of her movements, and the sight was almost too much to bear.   Mom's moans grew to a crescendo, and Rachel's eyes grew wider, her hand moving to her own cock to stroke in time with my thrusts. Rachel's eyes never left mine, the intimacy of the moment a silent communication of shared desire. Then, with a final, guttural cry, Mom's orgasm crashed over her, and Rachel and I followed suit. My cock exploded in Rachel's mouth, her eyes watering as she took it all, swallowing greedily.   As Rachel pulled away, a rope of cum connected her lips to my cock, and she looked up at me, her eyes shimmering with a mix of satisfaction and surprise. Rachel's hand was a blur on her own cock, and with a few more strokes, she too came, her cum spurting out and landing on her budding chest. Rachel's chest was a canvas of our shared climax, a glorious mess of white and pink that only served to make her look more irresistible.   Her breasts were a sp

Chapter 4   Weeks passed, and we became experts at hiding our sexual escapades from our mother. Rachel and I would wait until she was out of the house, our hearts racing as we touched each other's bodies, exploring every inch of forbidden territory. The thrill of our shared only heightened the pleasure, our moments of intimacy a mix of desire and fear. Rachel's cock grew in my hand, a warm, velvety presence that filled me with a yearning I didn't fully understand. I took it into my mouth, eager to taste her again, to hear the sweet sounds of her pleasure. Rachel's eyes would roll back in her head as I sucked her off, her hand tangled in my hair, guiding my movements with a gentle yet firm grip.   Our favorite place to play was the shower. The hot water raining down on us provided a perfect cover for the noises we made, muffling our gasps and moans as Rachel's cock grew thick and heavy in my mouth. We'd kiss, our tongues dancing together as Rachel's hand found its way to my cock, her fingers tracing the length of it with a featherlight touch that sent shivers down my spine. We'd cum together, our bodies pressed against the tiles, the water washing away the evidence of our passion. Each time we did this, Rachel's hand grew bolder, her strokes more sure. It was as if she was claiming me as her own, and I reveled in the feeling of being claimed.   Our mother remained oblivious, or so we thought. There were moments, when the house was silent, that Rachel and I would catch each other's eyes, both thinking the same thing. Was she listening? Did she know? The possibility thrilled us, made our encounters even more taboo, and our orgasms even more intense. And with each orgasm we shared, the bond between us grew stronger.   One evening, Rachel and I found ourselves in the livingroom, the door locked tightly behind us. The house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the floorboards beneath our mother's footsteps. We could hear her in her room, the unmistakable buzzing sound of a vibrator moving rhythmically against her wetness. Rachel's eyes grew dark with desire as she turned to me, a knowing smile playing on her lips.   Without a word, we both dropped to our knees, our cocks already straining for attention. Rachel took mine in her mouth, her tongue dancing around the head as I reached out to stroke her own. The sound of Mom's masturbation grew louder, fueling the fire of our passion. Rachel's hand moved faster, her mouth sucking greedily as I watched the muscles in her throat work. We could feel the tension building in the air, the anticipation of our mother's climax a silent symphony that played out in our minds.   Her eyes never left mine, the unspoken challenge in her gaze making my boil. We both knew what was coming, could feel the crescendo building within us. Rachel's hand was a blur as she stroked my cock, her movements matching the tempo of the buzz from Mom's room. Each time we heard her gasp, we pushed each other closer to the edge, our breaths mingling in the steamy air of the living room. Rachel's cock grew slick in my hand, precum leaking from the tip as she took me deeper into her mouth.   Our mother's moans grew more intense, the buzzing of the vibrator a steady background to our own cacophony of passion. Rachel's hand tightened around my shaft, her other hand cupping my balls, rolling them gently as she sucked. The pressure was building, my orgasm a storm brewing just beneath the surface. Rachel's cock grew harder in my grip, the veins pulsing as she sucked me faster, her own moans muffled by the thickness of my cock.   I could feel her swelling, her body tensing as she approached her own climax. Rachel pulled back, her eyes locking onto mine, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. She leaned in, whispering against the wetness of my cock, "Let's cum together." The words sent a bolt of lightning through me, and I nodded fervently, eager to share in her release.   The buzzing grew louder, and so did our mother's cries of pleasure. Rachel's hand moved faster on my shaft, her thumb pressing into the sensitive spot just below the head. My hips bucked involuntarily, and Rachel took the cue, taking me deeper into her mouth. The sounds of our mother's masturbation grew to a crescendo, and Rachel's hand on my cock grew more insistent. We could feel it, the moment approaching, the tension in the air crackling with the electricity of our shared need.   Rachel's hand tightened around my base, her mouth moving faster and faster. The wet sounds of her sucking grew louder, and I could feel the pressure building. Then, with a final, desperate stroke, I erupted into her mouth, my cum shooting out in thick ropes. Rachel's eyes widened, but she didn't flinch, swallowing everything I had to give her. Her own cock was pulsing in my hand, and with one final squeeze, she came too, her hot cum spilling over my fingers.   We remained there for a moment, kneeling in the living room, our bodies entwined in silent ecstasy. Rachel's hand remained around my cock, her mouth still hovering over the tip, as if she could capture every last drop. The buzzing from our mother's room grew , then ceased entirely. The silence that followed was deafening, a stark reminder of what we had just done.   The next week, as if the universe had a twisted sense of humor, my mother complained of a sore back. Rachel was in the bathroom, the door closed, the muffled sounds of a shower running hinting at her own quiet release. My mother looked at me with a knowing smile, the kind that said she had seen right through our facade of innocence. "Could you give me a massage?" she asked, her eyes holding a glint of something unspoken.   I swallowed hard, feeling the rush to my cock. Rachel had taught me so much about pleasure, but this was a new kind of tension, one that was as terrifying as it was tantalizing. "Of course," I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady. I approached her, my eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist.   Mom lay face down on the bed, the white sheet contrasting sharply with her tanned skin. I took a deep breath, my eyes dropping to her ass. It was full and firm, way out of proportion to her waist, and I found myself marveling at it. Rachel's ass had been smooth, unblemished by the years, but Mom's had a livedin quality to it that was equally arousing. Her pussy was a thing of beauty, the thick, dark hair surrounding it like a frame to an erotic painting. Her lips were puffy, the wetness of her desire clear as they parted slightly.   I began massaging her back, my hands kneading into the soft flesh. She let out a contented sigh, and I felt her body relax under my touch. I worked my way down to her lower back, the muscles there tight and knotted from years of carrying the weight of the world. Rachel had been soft, her skin yielding to my touch, but Mom was different. She was solid, a woman who had lived and loved and carried . The thought sent a thrill through me, and I had to resist the urge to touch her more intimately.   As I moved my hands over her, I felt her body respond. Her breath grew shallower, and she began to moan softly. It was a sound that was familiar now, one that I had heard countless times from Rachel, but this was different. It was a sound of need, of craving. I knew she was trying to keep it from sounding sexual, but the way her hips shifted slightly, the way she arched her back, told me that she was as turned on as I was.   My cock was a steel rod between my legs. I had to focus on keeping my movements even, my breathing steady, as I worked the tension from her muscles. Rachel had been so responsive to my touch, her body eager to give in to the pleasure I offered. With Mom, it was a delicate dance, a balancing act between giving her the release she needed and not letting our desires overwhelm us.   "Your hands are magic," she murmured into the pillow, her voice muffled. "You're going to make me feel so much better."   My back did indeed start to ache, but it was from the tension of holding back, not from the physical exertion. Rachel's lessons had made me eager to explore further, to give Mom the kind of pleasure she had only hinted at. But I knew the risks of pushing too far.   "I'm sorry, Mom," I murmured, "I've got to stop for a bit. My back's cramping up."   Mom's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting mine in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, and there was a sheen of sweat on her skin that had nothing to do with the warmth of the room. "That's okay, honey," she said, her voice thick with something that could have been pleasure, "You've done enough."   I sat on the back of her legs, my cock pressing against the firm flesh of her thighs. The position allowed me to reach her back more easily, my fingers dancing over her skin as I worked the knots from her muscles. Mom's skin was softer than I had ever imagined, the curves of her body more pronounced than when she was dressed. She moaned again, her hips shifting slightly, and I felt her body tense beneath me.   As I leaned in closer to work on a particularly stubborn knot, my precum slipped from the tip of my cock, painting a wet line down her leg. The sensation was electric, the warmth of her skin searing into my very soul. It made me even more aware of the difference between the two of them. Rachel's cock was sleek and smooth, but my own was a beast that demanded attention, a creature of lust that couldn't be tamed.   I tried to ignore it, but the scent of Mom's arousal filled the room. It was , a siren's call that I couldn't resist. I inched my cock closer to her pussy, the head of it now pressing against her wetness. Mom's moan grew louder, and I knew she had felt it too.   Her hips began to move slightly, grinding against me in a way that was unmistakable. I paused my massage, my hands hovering over her body as she raised her ass, giving me better access. The air was thick with desire, and I knew we were crossing a line that could never be uncrossed. But the need was too strong, the pull of the forbidden too great.   Mom's labia were indeed huge, the plump folds of skin parted just enough to reveal the pink, glistening flesh beneath. Her scent was , a mix of musk and sweetness that filled my nose and made my mouth water. My mom's pussy was a lush, welcoming garden, beckoning me to explore every inch.   Her hips began to rock gently against me, and I could feel her wetness coating the head of my cock. It was like she was begging for it, begging for me to fill her up, to make her feel good. My heart raced as I leaned in, my breath hot against her skin. I could feel Rachel's eyes on us, watching from the bathroom door, her own arousal evident as she stroked her cock.   Slowly, oh so slowly, I pushed into Mom, her pussy stretching around me like a velvet glove. Rachel's grip tightened on her own cock, her eyes never leaving the sight of us joined together. I could feel her yearning, the need for us to be one, all three of us. The room was a symphony of gasps and sighs, the sound of skin on skin the only music we needed.   Mom's body was tight around me, her muscles contracting and releasing as she took me in. I could feel her walls clenching, her desire for more, and I began to thrust gently. Rachel watched us with rapt attention, her strokes becoming more erratic as she approached her own climax. The sight of my mother, her face buried in the pillow, her body moving in rhythm with mine, was too much to bear.   Then, Rachel approached us. She moved closer, her cock still in hand, the head slick with precum. She knelt beside the couch, her eyes flicking between our joined bodies and my face. The air was thick with the scent of sex, and the room felt like it was spinning around us. Rachel leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "I want to watch you cum inside her," she whispered, her voice low and filled with need.   Mom heard Rachel's words, and she stiffened beneath me. She turned her head to look at Rachel, her eyes wide with shock. Rachel's cock was indeed a sight to behold, standing tall and proud, a testament to her desire. The precum was glistening in the dim light of the room, and as Rachel stroked it, it grew even more slick.   For a moment, it was like we were in a tableau, frozen in time. Then, Mom's eyes met mine in the mirror. I could see the war raging within her, the struggle between maternal instincts and carnality. But the desire won out, and she nodded almost imperceptibly. Rachel took that as her cue, moving closer, her hand still working her shaft.   My mother's hand reached out, wrapping around Rachel's cock, pulling it towards her mouth. Rachel's eyes never left mine, her expression a mix of shock and excitement. She opened her mouth, and Mom guided her cock inside. Rachel's moan was muffled, but I could feel the vibrations against my own cock as I continued to fuck her from behind.   Mom's mouth was hot and wet, her tongue swirling around Rachel's shaft as she took her in deep. Rachel's hand dropped away, her focus solely on the sensations that my mother's mouth and my cock were providing. The sight was almost too much for me to handle. I had never seen anything so erotic, so taboo, and I knew that I was going to cum soon.   Mom's hips began to buck against me, her movements growing more urgent as Rachel's moans grew louder.   Mom's orgasm started as a low rumble in her belly, building like thunder in a summer storm. Her breath grew ragged, her moans louder, until she was panting with the effort to hold back. Rachel's eyes were locked on our reflection in the mirror, watching the passion play out before her. The sight of our mother's mouth stretched around Rachel's cock was too much for her to handle, and she began to thrust harder, her teeth digging into her lower lip.   My own orgasm was a roaring tide, a wave of pleasure that crashed over me without warning. I felt myself fill Mom up, her walls tightening around me as Rachel's moans grew more frantic. Rachel's hand moved faster on her shaft, her body trembling as she approached her own peak. The sight of my mother's full, round ass, bouncing with each of my thrusts, was an image that would be burned into my mind forever.   The world around us fell away as Rachel's hand stilled, her body going rigid. Her cum shot out in a powerful arc, painting Mom's face and hair with white streaks. She gasped, the shock and pleasure evident in her eyes as she swallowed Rachel's seed. The room was alive with the sound of our panting breaths, the smell of sex a perfume that made me dizzy with lust.   I pulled out of Mom, her pussy clenching around me as I did so. Rachel collapsed back onto the floor, her cock still twitching with aftershocks. Mom turned her head to look at her, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Rachel leaned over and kissed her, a gentle, loving gesture that seemed to seal our newfound bond.

Meet Rachel, a young woman with a heart as vast as the ocean and a spirit as fiery as the sun. She lived in a quaint town where whispers of the unconventional often danced in the air but remained untouched by the unyielding norms of society. Rachel had always been the subject of those whispers, not for any scandal, but for her unique beauty. Her body, a canvas of rich hair, was a stark contrast to the smooth, hairless ideal perpetuated by the glossy pages of magazines. Her ass, a monument to the gods of curvature, and her tits, proud and generous, bore areolae, three times the size of silver dollars, were the envy of many, yet a source of insecurity for Rachel herself. Her hair, a thick, luscious mane that cascaded down her back, was mirrored in the soft, velvety forest that grew in her most intimate places. Rachel felt like a mythical creature, a modernday Venus, born anew in a world that didn't quite know how to appreciate her kind.   Her brother, Mark, was her confidant, her protector, and her best friend. They had grown up in the same small town, sharing the same whispers that floated through the air. Mark had always been the one to reassure Rachel, to build her up when the whispers grew too loud, to remind her that she was a masterpiece, no matter how unconventional she may seem. He saw in her what she couldn't, the beauty that lay beneath the layers of societal critique and judgment. Rachel's confidence in herself waxed and waned like the moon, and Mark was the North Star that guided her through the darkest of nights.   One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Rachel approached Mark with a tremble in her voice and a question in her eyes. "Is it true?" she asked, her gaze flickering to her own reflection in the mirror. "What they say about me?" Rachel's voice was soft, a mere echo of the fiery spirit that usually blazed within her. "Is it that bad?"   Mark looked at Rachel, his eyes filled with a mix of love and exasperation. He knew she was referring to her body, the very essence of her that made her Rachel. He took a deep breath, knowing that his words could either shatter her fragile confidence or serve as the balm she so desperately needed. "Let me see," he said gently, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet room. Rachel hesitated, but the trust that bound them tighter than the most unbreakable chain urged her to comply. Slowly, she lifted her shirt, revealing her midriff, where a trail of dark hair led to the promise of more beneath her jeans. Mark's eyes widened, not with shock, but with admiration. He had never seen his sister this vulnerable, this exposed, and it made him want to worship her even more.   He stepped closer to Rachel, his eyes drinking in the beauty that lay before him.   "Your stomach," he murmured, his voice low and reverent. "It's like a map to a treasure, each strand of hair a line guiding me to the next part of your story." He reached out, his fingertips brushing lightly against the soft, downy hair that grew in a delicate pattern from her navel to the waistband of her jeans. Rachel's eyes closed, the sensation of his touch sending a shiver down her spine.   Encouraged, Rachel took a deep breath and undid the button of her jeans, sliding them down her thick thighs. Her underwear, a simple pair of white cotton, was stained with the evidence of her arousal. The hair on her pussy, a wild garden, was a stark contrast to the pale skin of her thighs. Mark's eyes widened further as he took in the sight. Rachel's pussy was a work of art, her lips thick and engorged, her clit a proud pearl nestled among the dark curls. "Is this...is this what they talk about?" Rachel's voice was barely a whisper.   Mark stepped closer, his breath warm against Rachel's skin as he leaned in to kiss her navel. He traced the line of hair up to her belly button and then down again, his tongue following the trail. Rachel's legs trembled as she felt the wetness of his mouth on her skin. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. "This," he said, his voice thick with passion, "is what makes you Rachel." He continued to kiss her belly, moving closer to the apex of her thighs. Rachel felt her breath hitch as his mouth reached the edge of her underwear.   With trembling hands, Rachel slid her panties down, revealing the full grandeur of her sex. The scent of her arousal filled the room, a perfume that made Mark's cock throb in his pants. He took in the sight of her, the way her pussy lips parted slightly, the way her hair grew thick and untamed, reaching almost to her navel. "You're...you're beautiful," Mark murmured, his voice hoarse with need. Rachel's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of deceit, but all she found was raw, unbridled lust.   With a gentle touch, Mark pushed Rachel's legs apart, exposing her to the coolness of the room. He knelt before her, his eyes locked on her pussy. Rachel felt a rush of heat, her cheeks flaming as she realized how wet she was. "Your pussy," Mark said, his voice filled with wonder. "It's like a garden, untouched by the outside world." He leaned in, his nose nuzzling her hair, inhaling her scent. Rachel's breath hitched as she felt his tongue slip out, tasting her for the first time. He licked her slowly, savoring her flavor, tracing the outline of her labia with the tip of his tongue. Rachel's knees buckled, and she reached out to grab the edge of the bed for support. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt, her brother's mouth on her most private parts, worshiping her in a way she had never been worshiped before.   The tension in the room grew palpable, the air thick with desire. Mark's cock was straining against his pants, demanding release. Rachel could feel the wetness on her inner thighs, her body begging for more. She watched as Mark's hand moved to his own pants, his fingers deftly unbuttoning them and pulling out his cock. It was hard and thick, a testament to his need for her. Rachel's eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she reached down and stroked him, her hand shaking with excitement. The contact sent a jolt through Mark's body, making him groan. Rachel felt a sense of power, a sense of control she had never felt before.   Their eyes locked, and Rachel knew what she wanted. "Take me," she said, her voice a siren's call. Mark didn't need any more encouragement. He stood up, his cock bobbing in the air as he stepped closer to Rachel. He picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and laid her on the bed, her hair a wild halo around her face. Rachel felt exposed, vulnerable, but the look in Mark's eyes was pure adoration. He kissed her, his tongue exploring the depths of her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her inhibition. Rachel moaned into the kiss, feeling her brother's hardness pressing against her wetness.   Mark's hand moved to Rachel's chest, cupping one of her large breasts. His thumb flicked over the sensitive nub of her areola, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her core. Rachel arched her back, pushing herself into his touch. He took the cue and lowered his head, his mouth closing over her nipple. He sucked and licked, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, causing Rachel to gasp. She had never felt so desired, so cherished. Her hands moved to his hair, pulling him closer, urging him to worship her body as he had promised.   Sensing Rachel's need, Mark slid his hand down her stomach, his fingers tangling in the hair of her pussy. Rachel's hips bucked as he touched her, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it gently. She was so wet that his fingers slipped and slid over her folds, the sound of her arousal filling the room. Rachel's eyes rolled back in her head, her body on fire with pleasure. She had never been touched like this before, never felt such a deep connection to someone who knew her so intimately.   With a growl, Mark positioned himself between Rachel's legs, his cock nudging at her entrance. Rachel could feel the heat of him, the pulse of his need against her skin. She reached down, her hand guiding him to her wetness, and Mark pushed in, filling her completely. Rachel screamed into the pillow, the sensation of her brother inside her overwhelming. He moved slowly at first, savoring every inch of her, his eyes never leaving hers. Rachel felt her walls tighten around him, her body begging for more.   As Mark picked up the pace, Rachel's moans grew louder, filling the room. His cock was a perfect fit, sliding in and out of her with ease, each stroke hitting a spot that made her body quiver. Rachel's legs tightened around him, pulling him deeper, her hips rising to meet every thrust. Mark's hand moved to Rachel's ass, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded into her, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Rachel felt a pressure building inside her, a storm of pleasure that threatened to consume her.   Their movements grew erratic, driven by the primal need to reach the peak of pleasure together. Rachel's hand moved to her clit, her fingers dancing in time with Mark's strokes. She felt the tension in her body coil, tightening like a spring ready to snap. And then it did, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, her in sensation. Her pussy clenched around Mark's cock, milking him until he too found his release, his hot cum spurting onto her stomach, mixing with her own juices. They lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined, their hearts racing in unison. Rachel had never felt more alive, more beautiful, more wanted. The whispers of the town no longer mattered. In this moment, with her brother inside her, Rachel knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be.   Days turned into weeks, and Rachel's confidence grew with each passing moment she shared with Mark. Their love grew stronger, feeding on the taboo nature of their relationship. They discovered every inch of each other's bodies, exploring every curve and crevice with a hunger that never seemed to wane. Rachel's hair became a symbol of their love, a reminder of the beauty that lay in the unexplored, the different, the taboo. Mark worshiped her hairy pussy, her big tits, her huge areolae, and her thick ass with a fervor that made Rachel feel like the most desired woman in the world.   Their remained just that, a . They knew the town would never understand, never appreciate the depth of their connection. But Rachel had found a place where she belonged, where she was adored for who she truly was. Mark had become more than just a brother; he was her lover, her confidant, her savior from the cage of insecurity she had once been trapped in. Rachel reveled in the knowledge that she could make Mark's body tremble with desire, that she could make him lose control with just a touch, a look, a whispered word.   As they lay together, their bodies sticky with sweat and love, Rachel felt a sense of peace wash over her. The whispers had turned into a symphony of pleasure, and she had found the beauty in the chaos. She knew that their love was not for everyone, but it was theirs, and that was all that mattered. Rachel looked into Mark's eyes, the love and lust swirling together like a storm in their depths, and she knew that she would never let the judgment of others tarnish what they had. They were the architects of their own reality, a world where Rachel's body was not a source of shame, but a temple to be revered.   Their love grew stronger, and their desire for each other more intense. They pushed boundaries, exploring every dark corner of their desires. Rachel's hair grew even longer, a testament to her newfound confidence. Her arousal grew with each passing day, her body a siren's call to Mark. And Mark, always eager to answer that call, took her again and again, worshiping every inch of her hairy body. Their love was a beacon in the night, a reminder that beauty comes in all forms, and that true love knows no bounds. As Rachel straddled Mark, her thick, dark hair cascading down her back, she knew that she had found her place in the world, and she was exactly where she was meant to be.

"You're gonna pay for that," Carmen teased, tossing a sopping wet towel at her brother Adrian as he sailed past her in the hallway. Adrian's laugh echoed down the corridor, his footsteps disappearing into the bathroom. Carmen stood there, her eyes lingering on the door as it clicked shut. She bit her lip, contemplating the thrill of their recent interactions. Ever since that accidental encounter with Adrian's cock, her thoughts had been anything but sisterly. The way it had swung free and slapped against his thigh, the sheer size of it had left her breathless. She'd caught herself peeking at him again, hoping for a repeat performance. And today, she'd found herself looking for any excuse to be in the same room when he was naked. Her hand absentmindedly wandered to her chest, feeling the weight of her large, saggy breasts. Her nipples were rockhard and poking through her damp towel. She couldn't help but wonder what Adrian would think if he saw them like this. If he knew how much his little shows were affecting her. She felt a warmth spread through her body, down to the apex of her thighs where her clit throbbed with desire. The towel grew wetter between her legs, her pussy aching for the kind of attention she hadn't allowed herself to indulge in since the thought of her brother had started to plague her mind. She leaned against the wall, listening intently for any sounds from his room. The smack of skin on skin filled the air and her heart raced. He was jerking off again. The thought of her brother's hand wrapped around his thick cock, stroking it to thoughts of her, was too much to bear. Her hand slid down, her fingers tracing the outline of her pussy before dipping under the towel. The sensation of her own touch made her gasp, and she knew she had to have more. Carmen tiptoed to Adrian's room, her heart hammering in her chest. She knew it was wrong, but the temptation was overwhelming. She peered through the crack in the door, watching as he stood in front of the mirror, stroking his cock with vigor. The precum glistened in the soft light, and she licked her lips, her own hand moving faster. His eyes closed as he groaned, and she couldn't resist the urge to push the door open just a bit more, hoping he'd see her. Adrian's eyes snapped open, and he caught her reflection in the mirror. For a second, they both froze. But instead of embarrassment or anger, Carmen saw a spark of something else in his eyes. A smoldering desire that mirrored her own. He didn't stop, didn't even flinch. Instead, he smirked, his eyes holding hers as he continued to pleasure himself. The sight was electrifying, and she felt a rush of excitement surge through her. Her hand slipped away from the door, and she let it swing open. Carmen stepped into the room, the towel pooling around her feet. She was naked, her body on full display, and she didn't care. Adrian's eyes raked over her, taking in her wetness, her heavy breasts with their dark areolas, and the need in her eyes. His hand didn't miss a beat on his cock, the precum smearing as he stroked. "What are you doing?" he asked, his voice low and thick with arousal. Carmen's cheeks flushed as she stepped closer, her eyes never leaving his cock. "I couldn't help myself," she whispered. "I've been thinking about it all day." Adrian's smirk grew, his eyes darkening with lust. He didn't speak, just nodded for her to come closer. She took a deep breath and approached him, her own hand now rubbing her clit in time with his strokes. He reached out with his free hand, cupping one of her breasts, his thumb flicking her sensitive nipple. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt the warmth of his hand. The tension in the room was palpable, the only sounds their ragged breaths and the slickness of skin on skin. Carmen watched as a bead of precum formed on the tip of Adrian's cock, and without thinking, she leaned in to taste it. His breath hitched as she licked it away, her eyes never leaving his. She felt the power she had over him, and it made her even wetter. "Carmen," Adrian groaned, his voice strained as she wrapped her hand around his shaft. He was so much bigger than she'd imagined, and the feel of his hot flesh in her hand made her knees weak. She stroked him tentatively at first, then with more confidence, her thumb tracing the veins that stood out against his skin. His hand remained on her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple until she thought she'd go mad with want. Her other hand found its way to her own pussy, her fingers sliding into the slick folds. She watched Adrian's expression as she played with herself, his eyes flicking between her face and the hand that was bringing her closer to the edge. The sight of her brother watching her, his own hand working his cock, was . Her hips rocked against her palm, her breathing becoming more ragged as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm building. Adrian's hand moved faster, his eyes glazed with lust. Carmen could feel her climax approaching, the tension in her body coiling tighter with every stroke. She leaned into him, her breasts pressing against his chest as she reached out to touch his cock again. He grunted in pleasure, his hand tightening around hers, guiding her movements. The feeling of their combined grip on his length was incredible, and she could feel her orgasm approaching like a freight train. "Fuck," she murmured, her voice breathy and needy. "I want to feel you inside me." Adrian's eyes widened, the lust in his gaze deepening. He didn't hesitate, stepping closer to her, pressing his cock against her stomach. The heat was almost too much to handle, and she found herself reaching down to wrap her hand around him again, guiding him to her entrance. She was so wet, she knew she'd take him easily. With a grunt, Adrian thrust forward, the tip of his cock sliding into her. Carmen gasped, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensation. He was so much bigger than she'd ever felt before, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. She could feel herself stretching around him, and the pain was exquisite. He paused, looking down at her with concern. "Are you okay?" Carmen nodded, her eyes squeezed shut as she adjusted to the intrusion. "Yeah," she breathed. "Keep going." Adrian's grip on her hip tightened, and he pushed in further, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed. Carmen's legs trembled, but she didn't protest. Instead, she leaned into him, her breasts mashed against his chest as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His cock filled her completely, and she could feel every throb and twitch. They moved together, their rhythm building as they both chased their release. Carmen's moans grew louder, her nails digging into Adrian's shoulders. The feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her was unlike anything she'd ever experienced, and she knew she'd never be able to go back to the way things were before. The taboo of it all only added to the excitement, making her wetter and more desperate for him. Adrian watched her face, reading her reactions as if they were a map to his own pleasure. He could feel her walls tighten around him, her body begging for more. He picked up the pace, driving into her with every ounce of his strength. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, and he knew they were both close. Suddenly, Carmen's eyes flew open, and she screamed his name as she came. Her pussy clenched around him, her orgasm ripping through her like lightning. Adrian couldn't hold back any longer, and with a roar, he spilled his seed deep inside her. They stood there for a moment, panting and trembling, their bodies connected in the most primal of ways. The reality of what they'd just done began to sink in, and they pulled apart, looking at each other with a mix of shock and desire. Carmen's chest heaved as she took in the sight of Adrian's cock, still semihard and glistening with their combined juices. She reached down, her hand shaking slightly, and began to stroke him again. He watched her, his breath catching in his throat. "I want more," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her screams. "I want to feel you in me again." Adrian's cock responded immediately, growing hard in her hand. He didn't ask any questions, just picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers as he positioned himself between her legs. This time, he took his time, entering her slowly, watching as her eyes rolled back in her head with pleasure. They moved together in a silent dance of lust, their bodies speaking a language that needed no words. Carmen's hands roamed over his back, her nails raking his skin as she urged him deeper. Adrian could feel the beginnings of another climax building, his cock swelling even more as he felt her pussy contract around him. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled as they fucked, the taste of themselves mingling on their lips. He could feel her getting closer, her moans growing more desperate, and he knew he wasn't far behind. With a final, powerful thrust, they both came together, their bodies shuddering with the intensity of it all. They lay there for a moment, panting and sweaty, their hearts racing. The only sound in the room was the rustling of the sheets and the occasional gasp as one of them tried to catch their breath. Carmen looked up at Adrian, her eyes wide with wonder and a hint of fear. They'd crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, and she didn't know what that meant for them. But as Adrian leaned down to kiss her again, she realized that she didn't care. This felt right, in a way that nothing else ever had. And as they fell into a passionate embrace, she knew that no matter the consequences, she'd do it again in a heartbeat.

Nos encontrábamos en el restaurante familiar, sumergidos en risas y cervezas mientras la noche avanzaba. Decidimos animar la velada y nos dirigimos a un bar con más ambiente. Allí, las miradas entre nosotros se volvieron más insistentes, con el roce de nuestros cuerpos al ritmo de la música que aumentaba la tensión. Estábamos cómodos, nos acercábamos, y entre más cervezas, más excitados nos sentíamos. Finalmente, decidimos continuar la fiesta en casa con un porro y algo de televisión. Tú subiste para cambiar y bajaste con mi camiseta favorita, provocativamente transparente, mostrando tus pezones debajo de unas provocativas bragas. Subimos a fumar arriba para evitar a tu madre abajo, riendo y recordando tiempos pasados, pero pronto nos distrajimos con sonidos provenientes del vecino. Te miré con complicidad cuando levantaste una ceja intrigada y pegaste tu oído a la pared. Encantado por la situación, me uní a ti para escuchar los gemidos de placer de una mujer. Mientras escuchábamos, noté cómo tus pezones se endurecían bajo la camiseta y tu respiración se volvía más agitada. Poco a poco, tu mano se deslizó hacia tu entrepierna, y yo comencé a acariciar mi propia excitación. Cuando la mujer comenzó a gemir más fuerte, indicando que estaba a punto de llegar al clímax, no pudimos contenernos. Te acerqué a mí, llevando mi mano a tu cabeza y atrayendo nuestros labios en un beso apasionado que rompió todas las barreras. Nos deshicimos de la ropa rápidamente, dejándote solo en bragas mientras acariciaba tus pechos con ansias. Mis labios finalmente encontraron tus pezones, chupándolos con suavidad mientras sentías el calor de mi cuerpo cercano. Incapaz de resistirme más, te dominé suavemente, atando tus manos detrás de tu espalda con una cuerda. Mis dedos encontraron tu entrepierna empapada mientras jugueteaba con las cuerdas, rodeando tu cintura y pecho, creando una visión excitante de tu cuerpo ansioso. Te tumbé en la cama, abriendo tus piernas y asegurando tus muslos juntos, dejando tu coño completamente expuesto frente a mí. Miré fijamente tu entrepierna húmeda y peluda, acercando mi boca. Mis cálidos susurros sobre tu clítoris te hicieron gemir y mover las caderas, demostrándome lo necesitada que estabas. Subí lentamente, lamiendo y mordisqueando tus pezones mientras sentías el calor de mi polla cerca de tu coño. Finalmente, mi erección encontró la entrada de tu sexo empapado, rozando tu clítoris y haciéndote gemir con placer. Mis movimientos se hicieron más intensos mientras te acercabas al orgasmo, y tus líquidos empaparon mi polla. No pude resistirme a saborearte nuevamente, explorando tu clítoris con mi lengua y chupándolo con devoción mientras tus gemidos se intensificaban. La excitación era incontenible cuando me acerqué con mi polla hacia ti. Me embestiste con deseo, agarrando tus tetas y culo mientras te penetraba con fuerza contra la pared. Tus manos atadas y tu cuerpo expuesto añadían un nivel adicional de excitación. Alternaba entre tus pechos, chupándolos y besándolos mientras te empotraba con furia. No pudimos contenernos más. Gritaste de placer mientras te corrías sobre mi polla, y yo derramé mi semen dentro de ti, sintiendo cómo te encantaba recibirlo. Finalmente, caímos exhaustos en la cama, tú sobre mí, tu cabeza descansando en mi pecho, nuestros cuerpos satisfechos y mi polla todavía dentro de ti, dejando que el éxtasis nos envolviera en un profundo y reparador.

Estábamos en el restaurante de tu familia bebiendo cerveza. Siempre llevamos bien y estábamos riendo mucho. Luego decidimos cambiar de bar y fuimos a uno con un poco más ambiente y tomamos más cervezas. Ahí la cosa empezaba a calentar un poco con miradas y empezamos a bailar un poco, frotabamos de vez en cuando y acercabamos mucho. Estábamos muy agustos y seguíamos bebiendo y decidimos ir para casa a fumar un porro. Cuando llegamos y empezamos a fumar y luego estábamos viendo la tele un poco. Subiste a cambiar de ropa y bajaste con mi camiseta favorita tuya que se transparentaba un poco y se podría ver los pezones si te esforzabas. Abajo sólo llevabas bragas. Luiego subimos para acabar de fumar arriba que abajo estaba tu madre. cuando estábamos arriba fumando estábamos riendo mucho y hablando de nuestra pasado y lo bien que siempre nos llevábamos y lo bien que siempre hemos estado juntos. Después de tiempo que estábamos hablando empezábamos a escuchar un ruido de la habitación de al lado que era del vecino. Empezaba algún gemido suave de una mujer que estaba claro que estaba disfrutando. Me miraste con la cara que pones cuando algo te parece interesante y levantaste tú primero y empezaste a escuchar con el oído contra la pared yo claramente encantado con esta situación que me encanta escuchar la gente follar, también me arrime a la pared. Los dos estábamos con la oreja contra la pared mirando uno al otro mientras escuchamos a este mujer que gemia de placer cada vez más fuerte y se escuchaba atrás con un tono más grave un hombre gimiendo también. Miré abajo hacia tus tetas que estaban en tu camiseta sin sujetador los pezones estaban durísimas empezaba a notar mi polla y que toda la sangre yendo hacia ella. Se notaba la respiración tuya acelerarse, lo veía que estabas poniéndote mucha cachonda. Poco a poco se iba acercando tu mano hacia tu coño mientras que a mí me acercaba la mía hacia mi polla. Mi polla ya estaba completamente dura. Tu mano se acercó hacia tu coño y empezaste a tocarla. al momento que rozaste el clitoris te escapó una gemida y yo también empecé a acercar mi mano hacia mi polla que empecé a frotarlo. También dejé escapar de mis labios un gemido grave caliente. nos miramos a los ojos mientras tocamos y gemimos cada vez más alto. La chica se notaba que estaba a punto de correrse, estaba gimiendo cada vez más y el chico también se escuchó empezar a gemir fuerte . ella empezó a gritar "córreme dentro, lléname el coño de tu corrida." Tú no podrías más y metiste la mano dentro de las bragas y empiezaste a tocarte y yo te seguía el rimo con mi polla todavía en mis calzoncillos mientras metía la mano y me tocaba. La chica empezó a correrse y el hombre también se escuchaba. como se escuchaba, como gritaba y me recordaba cuando te escuchaba yo a ti follando a tu novio y lo caliente que me ponía. se veía que estabas en un punto que no había vuelta para atrás, que tenías que correrte. En ese punto me acerqué hacia ti mientras me tocaba la polla, saqué la mano y me la llevé a tu cabeza y te cogí la cabeza en mis manos y empezaba a acercar mis labios hacia las tuyas.Se acercaron poco a poco hasta el momento que estábamos casi tocando los labios estábamos a punto de romper una barrera que llevábamos teniendo desde el principio. En el momento que tocamos los labios empezó una chispa que nunca he sentido con nadie. era puro fuego y no podíamos frenarnos. ya empezamos a besarnos frenéticamente y empecé a quitarme las calzoncillos, la camiseta y la tuya también. estábas solo en bragas. Por fin tenía tus tetas en mis manos tan suaves tan grandes y tan preciosas. Siempre soñaba con el momento de poder tocarlas y chuparlas y los tenía ya en mis manos y empecé a lamer los pezones muy lentamente. Al principio no tocaba los pezones pero solo alrededor y metí todo el pezón en mi boca. mordía un poco toda la parte de afuera pero sin tocar los pezones. Estabas intentando acercar tu coño hacia mí, para tener cualquier contacto posible, haciendo movimientos de follar en el aire. Estabas tan caliente que no aguantabas y metí la mano en tus bragas solo a tocar la entrada de tu coño que estaba empapadísima. Con mis dedos empapadas cogí tus liquidos y los esparcía en tus pezones. Por fin tenías contacto y empezaste a gemir más fuerte. Luego lamia tus pezones chupando con fuerza los liquidos de tu coño. Sabiendo lo que te gusta de repente cogí tus muñecas te di la vuelta con los brazos por atrás y cogí una cuerda y te empecé a atar. Primero te até las muñecas con las manos detrás de la espalda y mientras estaban atadas metí mi polla dentro de tus manos y luego lleve la cuerda alrededor de tu cintura. Después llevé la cuerda arriba para entres tus tetas y detrás de la espalda para que hacía una cruz entre tus tetas. lo puse la cuerda alrededor de tus brazos para que no los podrías abrirlos. luego llevé la cuerda para abajo donde tu coño. Separé la cuerda en los dos lados de cada uno de tus íngles para que apretaba tu coño y lo llevé por tu culo por encima de tu ano entonces tenías los labios exteriores de tu coño apretados por cada lado de la cuerda y cuando movías te sentías como rozaba contrate tu clítoris. Después te ponía encima de la cama y te abrí las piernas y até tu contra tu muslo para que tus rodillas estaría dobladas. lo llevé la cuerda atrás y lo metí en la cuerda de detrás de tu espalda e hice lo mismo con tu otra pierna en muslo contra el . así estabas echada enfrente de mí con tus piernas abiertas y tu coño ahí chorreando enfrente de mi cara. Lo miré fijamente solo mirando tu coño estaba bastante peluda y me ponía muy cachondo. Acerqué mi boca hacia ello. Respiraba encima de tu coño, notabas mi respirración caliente pegando tu clítoris ese calor de mi respiración te daba placer al tocar tu clitoris. Acerqué a ella y empecé a lamer los labios exteriores y poco a poco tocaba tus labios interiores. Empezaste a gemir y empezaste a mover las caderas mostrándome que lo necesitabas pero yo te tenía atada, eras toda mía y no iba a desaprovechar este momento. Con mi lengua iba poco a poco hacia arriba hacia tus tetas y llegué a tus pezones y empecé a lamerlas lentamente mientras sentías el calor de mi polla cerca de tu coño. Por fin mi polla tocó la entrada de tu coño y mojaste todo la punta de mi polla. Empezaste a mover fuerte intentando meterla porque la necesitabas y de vez en cuando la punta se rozaba tu clítoris y gemías de placer que te generaba. alguna vez moviste y desde la punta hasta el base de mi polla podrías frotar con tu clítoris, mojando toda mi polla. dejando todo el rastro de tus líquidos por mi polla. Estabas tan jugosa ese momento y se te sentía tan mojada que tenía que bajar otra vez a saborearte. Cogía mi lengua y rastraba tu clitoris desde la parte de atrás de mi lengua hasta la punta lentamente. luego cogía mi boca y lo ponía alrededor de ella como una "O" y empezaba a chuparla muy lentamente mientras de vez en cuando mi lengua tocaba tu clítoris. Empezaste a gemir mucho ya y empezaste a gritar y notábamos que los de al lado empezaban a follar otra vez. seguramente por habernos escuchado y ella estaba gimiendo diciendo: "sí que sigue que sí." Me levanté de tu coño después de que corrieras por todo mi boca y empecé a acercar mi polla hacia tu coño. Te iban empotrar y lo sabías, se veían en mis ojos puro fuego. esa necesidad enfrenable de metertela y follarte hasta que te volvieras a correr encima de mí mi polla con tu coño. te la matí con fuerza y ganas y gritaste de placer y empecé a follarte lo más fuerte que podría. estaban botando tus tetas y las cogía con una mano mientras cogía el culo con el otro y te follaba con fuerza. Te cogí el cuerpo todo atada te cogí te la levanté te puse contra la pared de tus vecinos. No podrías extender las piernas porque estaban atadas y no podrías extender las manos porque estaban detrás de ti contra la pared también atadas. con una mano te sostenía en el culo en el aire y con la otra te cogí la teta y empecé a chuparla mientras al mismo tiempo te empotraba contra la pared. Cambiaba de teta de vez en cuando porque ya sabes que estoy enamorado de tus tetas. me encanta como cuelgan, me encanta cómo están ahí tan grandes tan perfectas con ese posición que tienen en reposo que me vuelve loco. Atadas botaban tus tetas de entre las cuerdas y te follé con furia. te cogí con la mano que tenía en la teta al cuello te lo puse contra la pared mientras te follaba y te empecé a besarte. ya no podías más estabas gimiendo entre mis besos empezaste a correrte encima de mi pollas. Los dos necesitábamos este polvo era claro que se iba a repetir. empezaste a correrte otra vez y yo no podría aguantar más empecé a correrte dentro llenándote el coño de mi semen. tú estabas encantada de recibirla. Al final me caía atrás en la cama contigo encima mi polla todavía adentro y tú atada te caíste encima de mi cuerpo tu cabeza contra mi pecho. Así dormimos con todo la excitación por fin aliviada y mi polla todavía dentro de tu coño.

La cubana Julita me venía a visitar. Tenía muchas ganas que había pasado tiempo desde verla la útima vez. Recuerdo ese fin de semana lleno de un sexo salvaje. Hicimos mucho role-play, follabamos por el pueblo, en el río. En casa la ataba muchas veces y la penetraba por todos sus agujeros. Ella jugaba todos los juegos posibles y corría a chorros. Tenía unas tetas grandes y firmes. Más grande de lo que podría abarcar mi mano.
Pues venía otra vez a mi casa pero esta vez a mi casa nueva en otro pueblo. Cuando llegó la tiré en el sofá y le arranqué las pantalones. Se veía que ya estaba mojada con le abrí las piernas y el clítoris ya estaba dura. Tenía un coño espectacular: un clítoris enorme, unos labios carnosas y estaba muy apretaba. También se mojaba mi polla mucho cuando se excitaba. Pues me puse a comerla entera y asegurar que no se corriese. Quería que estuviese muy caliente para por la noche. Casí se corrió 5 veces pero apreté con mi lengua su clítoris para bajar la sensación. Levanté de repente y dije vamos a tomar algo. Se levantó y bajó mis pantalones y empezó a chupar mi polla ferozmente con una pasión que se notaba sus ganas de correrse. Le dejé un poco pero luego le aparté.
Salimos y fuimos a varios bares y luego llegamos a uno que estaba una muy buena amiga, es cómo una hermana la verdad, una muy buena hermana llamado Carly. He vivido con ella y muchas veces viene a mi casa a . De hecho, somos bastante abiertos con nuestros cuerpos y muchas veces hemos estado desnudos uno con el otro sin tener acercamientos. Pues nos pusimos con ella a beber, y bebimos mucho. Empezamos a bailar y acercarnos los tres. Noté que mi amiga cubana Julita estaba mirando mucho a las tetas de mi amiga Carly. Te digo, Carly tiene unas tetas impresionantes. Esos que son grandes y parecen super suaves porque caen un poco. Siempre he fantasiado con ellos. Aunque con Carly nunca pasó nada siempre le escuchaba follar a su novio y me tocaba hasta los mejores orgasmos.
Pues Carly bailaba y su cuerpo era tan apetecible que los dos queríamos probar todo parte de su cuerpo. Nos tenía con sus movimientos. Julita decidió que sería mejor ir a casa y seguir la fiesta. Yo había tomado un viagra potente, bueno su nombre es Cialis y estaba notando que me iba a hacer efecto pronto. Cuando llegamos a casa Julita nos dío más bebidas y pusimos música más relajante y Julita tuvo la gran idea de jugar verdad o reto!
Los dos nos miramos y luego decidimos jugar. Julita empezó preguntándome a mi, yo dije verdad.
-          Es verdad que has tomando una cialis esta noche para follarme.
-          verdad.
Luego preguntó a Carly y Carly dijo verdad también:
-          Ha masturbado alguna vez pensando en alguno de nosotros.
-          Verdad.
Todos nos reímos que sabíamos que refería a mí.
Ahora me tocaba a mí preguntar a los dos y empecé con Carly que dijo verdad.
-          Alguna vez te tocaste escuchándome follar o masturbar.
-          Verdad. Y se rió
Y tocaba a preguntar a Julita y Julita que le gustaba la marcha dijo RETO!!
-          Te reto jugar el resto de la partida sin camiseta.
Dijo vale y se quitó la camiseta y no solo la camiseta pero el sujetador también. Sus pezones y tetas son impresionantes, me puso súper dura en segundos y me parecía a mí que eso no bajaba hasta que me corría. Luego el juego iba progresando y confesamos nuestras fantasías más profundas y oscuras. Perdí mis pantalones y todas podrían ver mi polla súper dura. Al final acabamos todos desnudos y es cuando empezaron los retos interesantes. Miré entre las piernas de las dos. Carly tiene una mancha enorme bajó su coño y cuando se levantó por más bebida dejaba un hilo de líquidos conectados al sofá. Era impresionante la mojada que estaba.  Miré a Julita y sonrió mientras abría las piernas mirándome y abriendo sus labios. Estaba lleno de sus fluidos. Pasó su dedo por ello y cogió todo lo que podía y lo llevó a la boca. Les reté a besarse una a la otra y fue muy caliente ver esos dos cuerpos perfectos y desnudos besándose con pasión y ganas. Me tuve que tocarme mientras os miraba y jugaban con sus pezones.  Después de un minuto pararon y luego me miraron y estaba sonrojado y caliente. Era mi turno y claramente dije reto. Mi polla estaba señalando arriba, estando lo más dura de que recuerde y goteando fluido pre-seminal.
-          Ata a Carly y lame sus tetas. Dijo Julita.
Pues cogí la cuerda que tenía para atar y empecé a atarla por el pecho  las manos atrás. Hice un cruz en su pecho y por debajo de las tetas. Tenía que coger sus tetas con mi mano y levantarla para poner la cuerda por debajo. Me encantaba como eran tan suaves y colganderas. Mientras lo hacía dibujaba con mi lengua alrededor de su pezón pero sin tocarla con la lengua. Luego cogí todo el pezón en mi boca y chupaba. Sin embargo, no tocaba el pezón ni con mi boca ni con mi lengua. Sólo se podría sentir el calor de mi boca alrededor de su pezón pero nada los tocaba y ella necesitaba ese contacto. Cogí la cuerda que extremos y lo llevé por atrás y entre sus piernas para adelante. Una cuerda en cada lado de su coño. Le mandé abrir las piernas y puse las cuerdas entre el labio y mayor. Así sí movía le rozaba su clítoris con la cuerda. Cuando pasé mi mano estaba goteando por su excitación y sus labios estaban super hinchadas.
Después de atarla tuve la oportunidad de, por fín, de empezar a lamerla por todo su cuerpo. Le cogía por la cuerda y le acerqué hacía mi con fuerza. Levanté una de sus tetas con mi mano y empecé a chuparlas y a la vez movía la cuerda arriba y abajo rozando su clítoris con la cuerda. Gemía y alternaba entre sus tetas. Mi polla estaba rozando con su cadena y dejando rastro de mi fluido pre-seminal. Después de estar lamiendo sus pezones un buen rato y tenerla muy caliente decidí ponerla sobre el sofá y le abrí las piernas para que podríamos ver su coño ardiente y empapada. Los dos miramos y dije:
- creo que esta claiente y mojada.
En ese momento Julita llevó un dedo desde debajo de su coño hasta su clítoris cogiendo todo el fluido y luego a su boca.
-¡Está deliciosa! dijo Julita.
-Te reto comerle el coño. – dije yo.
-Pero no es mi turno. Dijo y a la vez que lo estaba diciendo se acercaba a su coño a comer la entera. Empezó lamiendo alrededor de sus labios y luego justo en la abertura antes de ir arriba y besar su clítoris con una acción de succión. Carly gimió con fuerza esta vez. Y de repente también gimió Julita y Carly miró hacía ella para verme metiendo mi polla durísima por atrás. Yo empecé a darle fuerte a Julita y Julita no pudo aguantar y se corrió gritando encima del coño de Carly. Tanta sensación para Carly también era imposible aguantar y empezó a aproximar a su orgasmo. Lo ví a tiempo y le  separé a Julita de comer el coño de Carly. Fui rápido a reemplazar su lengua con mi polla goteando de la corrida de Julita. Entré entre sus piernas de una forma fuerte y rápida. La sensación de entrar fue extraordinario. Estaba tan mojada que me deslizaba sin problema en sus interiores. Estaba algo apretada pero no tanto como Julita. Cuando llegúe hasta el final aguanté un poco dentro sin mover. Ella empezaba a mover mostrando que necesitaba correr ya. Sentía la cuerda a cada lado de mi polla y me excitaba más. Julita de repente se levantó y se puso enfrente de mí y se sentó en la cabeza de Carly. Carly empezó o gritar en su coño y correrse a la vez. Yo cogí sus tetas con fuerza empujaba con todo mi energía que me quedaba y empezó y en lo más profundo de ella que podría llegar. Se sentía genial, disparar una y otra vez dentro de ella mientras se corría. Al vernos los dos correr y sentir como Carly gritaba en sus coño Julita también empezó a correrse otra vez.

He sido nudista durante mucho tiempo y, a veces, también caminabas desnudo por la casa o te cambiabas frente a mí. Incluso hablamos de sexo a veces mientras estaba desnudo y te reías de cómo se contraía mi polla. Incluso se contraería más bajo tu mirada.
Creo que sabías que me encantaba escucharte mientras follabas. Yo estaría acostado en la cama y tu hermana estaría abajo viendo la televisión. Entonces comenzaba a escuchar el movimiento de tu cama y en el momento en que comenzaba a escucharlo ponía mi oído contra la pared. Ojalá pudiera encontrar una manera de poder verte follar. Debe ser increíble ver tus tetas rebotar y tu cara contraerse de placer.
Comenzaría a escuchar pequeños gemidos y luego algunos gemidos más de tu novio. A medida que la cama aumentaría en movimientos, también lo harían tus gemidos. En el momento en que comencé a escucharte, mi mano caía sobre mi polla que empezaba a crecer con mucha rapidez. Me pondría tan duro solo escuchándote. Luego escuchaba como te acercabas a correrte y siempre me empezaba a tocar más fuerte. Imaginaba que gemías por mi, para mi. Te corriás y yo contigo. lanzando todo mi semén contra la pared, chorro tras chorro mientras esuchaba tus gritos de tu orgasmo. Increible la sensación.
Esto no es realmente algo nuevo para mí. He vivido en muchas casas y me tocado muchas veces escuchando por la pared con muchas vecinas. Empezaba a gemir y ellas gemían conmigo. Dos veces tuve a dos mujeres gritando a todo pulmón mientras nos corriamos al mismo tiempo. Así que supongo que se podría decir que es mi tipo de fetiche. Con una vecina que vivía en un departamento a una manzana de distancia, me paraba y me masturbaba para ella en la ventana. Fingiría que no la vi, pero creo que ella sabía que era para ella. A veces me enseñaba las tetas y bailaba. Una vez incluso levantó las persianas para follar a su marido delante de mí. Me masturbé en la ventana mostrándole mi polla todo el tiempo. Me encantó.
Era bastante normal para mí ir a mi habitación temprano en la noche cuando tu novio estaba en casa para tratar de escuchar el momento que tenían sexo juntos. Siempre que podía lo hacía. Me masturbaría tan fuerte y siempre trataría de sincronizar mi orgasmo con el tuyo y muchas veces lo haría. Fue genial escucharte gritar de placer y al mismo tiempo sentir mi polla pulsante expulsar grandes cantidades de semen. Luego limpiaría todo.
Esta no fue la única vez. Muchas veces también iba al baño y jugaba conmigo mismo. Estabas en la habitación contigua al baño, así que esperaba que podías oírme y quería devolverte algo. Después de escucharte tantas veces, pensé que era natural que me escucharas de vez en cuando. Siempre hablo conmigo mismo y me cuento historias mientras me masturbo, pero lo haría más alto a tu lado. A veces pensaba que escuchaba movimiento, pero nunca estaba realmente seguro de que pudieras escucharme. Me encantaría saber que me escuchabas y te tocabas conmigo. Me lo imaginaba de todos modos y hacía mucho ruido mientras tocaba mi polla dura y palpitante. Incluso lo engrasaba para que fuera agradable y resbaladizo e imaginaba tus tetas mientras te masturbabas.
El mejor momento fue cuando conseguí una mesa de masajes. Lo compré para darle masajes a tu hermana. Sin embargo, a tu hermana no le gustaban demasiado los masajes y no terminamos usándolos tanto. Luego, un viernes por la noche estábamos viendo la televisión, yo estaba desnudo como siempre y tú tenías una camiseta blanca y bragas . Tu hermana no estaba en casa y estabas muy cansada. Habías ido al gimnasio y tu espalda y tus muslos dolían bastante. Le pregunté inocentemente si querías un masaje. Dijiste que sí, así que puse la mesa. Te quitaste la camiseta. Al quitarlo me quedé mirando tus tetas como siempre. Mi polla dio un pequeño salto de excitación. Después de verlas tanto todavía me emocionaba al verlas. Comencé a aceitarte la espalda y a darte un masaje.
No podía dejar de mirar tu trasero que estaba en tanga. También los costados de tus tetas estaban saliendo y fue grandioso poder verlos aplastados. Realmente te estaba haciendo sentir relajado con tu espalda y dijiste que se sentía mucho mejor. Me encantó tocar cada centímetro de tu espalda y poder mirarla tan de cerca. Incluso los labios de tu vulva estaban a la vista. La correa de la tanga subió entre ellos. Mi polla no estaba dura pero se notaba que era más grande y había crecido un poco. Mis huevos son muy grandes y colgaban bajas y la cabeza de mi polla estaba grande y visible. De vez en cuando no estabas mirando, lo tocaba y le echaba un poco de aceite. Diez minutos después del masaje, mi pene brillaba y colgaba con el peso de estar excitado pero aún no duro.
Luego le pregunté por sus piernas. Me habías dicho que estaban doloridos y te pregunté si querías un masaje y dijiste que sí y abriste un poco las piernas. Tu coño ahora estaba mostrando mucho más. Los labios exteriores habían engullido completamente la tanga ahora. Primero masajeé tus pantorrillas y luego subí lentamente a tus muslos. Estaba inclinado sobre tus pantorrillas para llegar a tus muslos y, a veces, mi polla incluso tocaba tus pies. La primera vez te sentí saltar un poco. Luego lo hice un par de veces más y empujé mis manos hacia la parte interna de tu muslo. Mi polla estaba empezando a ponerse muy dura, así que decidí dar la vuelta a un lado y masajear tus muslos desde un lado.
Estaba masajeando tus muslos y realmente acercándome a los labios de tu coño. Cada vez que me acercaba veía tu boca abrirse levemente. Pude ver que tu coño estaba mojado. Tus bragas estaban empapadas y era obvio. Seguí masajeando y una vez, solo una vez, dejé que mi dedo rozara.
Al rozar sentí un ligero gemido y supe que pude seguir tocando de vez en cuando. Primero bajé a tus pies y empecé a masajearlos bien y luego volví a subir y por el interior de tus muslos y allí pasé por tus labíos exteriors varias veces viendo como tu respiración empezaba a accelerar mucho. Te dije que dieras la vuelta, una voz grave y stricta. En tu estad no protestaste y lo diste. Empecé a masajear tus muslos por encima y miraba a tus tetas. No abriste los ojos en ningun momento. Con una mano acercaba a tu coño mientras daba un masaje a tus muslos y con la otra tocaba a mi polla que estaba durisima, Tus pezones estaban muy duras y tus tetas caidas sobre tu cuerpo. 
Llevaba mi mano desde tu coño hasta tus tetas dejando un rastro de mojadura que habías creado entre tus piernas. Lo llevé a tus pezones y jugaba con ellos, mojándolos bien. Luego acerqué mi polla a tu boca y lentamente abrías la boca a dejar paso a mi polla que ya estaba goteando por mi exceso excitación. Sentía genial al pasar por tus labios y sentir tu lengua dar vueltas sobre ella. Empezaste a chupar fuerte y me perdí entre las sensaciones que me estabas. Claramente eras experta en ello y me estabas llevando al borde del orgasmo. Después de unos minutos necesitaba sentir tu coño.

 
Me separé de ti y me senté en el sofá. Mi polla dura y mojada señalando al techo y veías mis músculos de haber estado yendo al gimnasio. Tenías unas ganas infinitas de montarme y follarme. Subiste y poco a poco dejaste caer encima de mi miembro. Empezabas ya a gemir como gemías mientras follabas a tu novio. Le estabas poniendo los cuernos y eso te ponía aún más caliente. También lo estabas haciéndolo con alguien que no deberías y eso te hacía el clítoris contraer con excitación.
 
Empezaste a subir el ritmo y botar encima de mí. Tus tetas aplaudiendo en mi cara, estaban pegándose una contra la otra, haciendo pap pap pap. Y entre esos sonidos estabas gimiendo muy alto de placer. Mi polla estaba ya blanca por todo tu excitación y yo gemía contigo.
 
Miré por la ventana y había una pareja joven mirándonos tocándose mutuamente. Te dije que dieras la vuelta y miraras hacía la ventana disimuladamente mientras me follas. Lo hiciste y viste como ya no estaban sólo tocándose. Él estaba follandole por atrás y sus tetas estaban colgando y botando. Te sonreíste hacía ellos y empezaste a tocarte el coño mientras me follabas. Ya no podrías más y empezaste a correrte con gritos y se veía como ella también empezaba a correrse. Yo no podría aguantar con tanta sensación y me empecé a dentro de ti. Soltando todo lo que tenía y empezaba a salir. Podrías sentir lo dentro mientras acababas de correrse y te caíste sobre mi respirando muy fuertemente.

I have been a nudist for a long time and sometimes you would also walk around the house nude or get changed in front of me. We even talked about sex sometimes while I was naked and you laughed at how my cock would twitch. It would even twitch more under your stare.
I think you knew that I loved to listen to you. I would be lying in bed and your sister would be downstairs watching tv. Then I would start to hear your bed move and the moment I started to hear it I would put my ear up against the wall. I wished I could find a way to be able to see you fuck. It must be amazing just to watch your tits bounce and your face contort out of pleasure.
I would start to hear small moans and then some more moans from your boyfriend. As the bed would increase in movements so would your moans. The moment I started to hear you my hand would drop to my twitching cock. I would get so hard just listening to you.
This is not really something new for me. I have lived in many houses and had wall sex with many neighbors. I would start moaning and they would moan with me. Twice I had two women yell at the top of their lungs while we came at the same time. So I guess you could say it is my sort of fetish. With one neighbor who lived in a flat a block away I would stand up and masturbate for her in the window. I would pretend I didn’t see her but I think she knew it was for her. Sometimes she would show me her tits and dance around. Once even she raised the blinds to fuck her husband in front of me. I jerked off in the window showing her my cock the whole time. I loved it.
It was pretty normal for me to go to my room early in the night when your boyfriend was over to try and hear you have sex together. Whenever I could I would do it. I would jerk off so hard and always try to time my orgasm with yours and many times I would. It was great hearing you scream in pleasure and at the same time feel my pulsing cock shoot out large amounts of semen. Then I would clean up and go to .
This was not the only time. Many times I would also go to the bathroom and play with myself. You were in the room next to the bathroom so I would hope you could hear me and I wanted to give something back. After listening to you so many times, I thought it was only natural for you to listen to me sometimes. I always talk to myself and tell myself stories while masturbating but I would do it louder next to you. Sometimes I thought I heard movement but I was never really sure if you could hear me. I would love to know that you could hear me and were touching yourself with me. I would imagine it anyways and would make a lot of noise while touching my hard throbbing cock. I would even oil it up so it was nice and slippery and would imagine your tits while you masturbated.
The best moment was when I got a massage table. I bought it to give massages to your sister. However, your sister didn’t like massages too much and we didn’t end up using it that much. Then one Friday night we were watching tv, I was naked as usual and you had a white tshirt on and black panties. Your sister wasn’t home and you were very soar. You had been to the gym and your back and thighs were you. I asked innocently if you wanted a massage. You said yes so I set up the table. You took off your shirt and I started oiling up your back and giving you a massage.
I couldn’t stop looking at your ass which was in a thong. Also the sides of your tits were pushing out and it was great to be able to see them squashed. I was really making you feel relaxed with your back and you said it felt a lot better. I loved touching every inch of your back and being able to look so closely at your back. Even your pussy lips were on display. The thong rode up between them. My cock was not hard but it was clear that it was bigger and had grown a little. My balls are very big and were hanging low and the head of my cock was nice and visible. Every once and a while you weren’t looking I would touch it and some oil would go on it. Ten minutes into the massage my cock was shining and hanging with weight from being excited but not yet hard.
Then I asked about your legs. You had told me they were soar and I asked if you wanted a massage you said yes and opened your legs a little. Your pussy was now showing a lot more. The outer lips had completely engulfed the thong now. I was massage your calves first and then slowly moved up to your thighs. I was leaning over your calves to reach your thighs and sometimes my cock even touched your feet. The first time I felt you jump a little. Then I did it a couple more times and pushed my hands to your inner thigh. My cock was starting to get really hard so I decided to go around to a side and massage your thighs from the side.
I was massaging your things and really getting close to your pussy lips. Every time I go close I saw your mouth open slightly. I could see that your pussy was wet. Your panties were soaked and it was obvious. Kept massaging and once, only once, let my finger graze your drenched panties. My cock was as hard as a rock and I kept massaging told you to turn over because I had to do the front of your thighs. I said that I imagined that they hurt a lot as well. You turned over and were caught off guard when you saw my huge cock as hard as a rock. You only laughed a little and then closed your eyes. 

Me toco muchas veces pensando que te tocas leyendo estas historias. Me pone la polla súper dura e imagino como estarías en casa calentándote. Como te tocarías esas tetas perfectas que tienes. Como te sentirías la mojadura de tus bragas y esa necesidad de tocarte el clítoris. Como se te hincharían tus labios de sangre y como empezarías moverte un poco.
Las veces que creo que nos hemos tocado juntos han sido momentos de los más excitantes para mí. Esas noches que nuestros gemidos han estado sincronizados y que mi polla no podría crecer más han sido memorables.
También has disfrutado y de vez en cuando recuerdas los momentos y vienes aquí a leer algunos o leer algunos fantasías que tengo contigo. De tal manera que creaste una cuenta falsa para poder dar me gusta a mis historias e incitar las que más te gustan. Así incitabas que escribiera historias más afines a tus gustos. También creaste una cuenta en xhamster porque allí puedes publicar fotos. Publicaste alguna foto pero sin que se te viera la cara. Me agregaste y empezábamos a hablar.
Empezabas a ver mis videos de mí tocándome y yo pasaba videos de mí follando o tocándome también. Tu subías fotos para que te pudiera ver y no solo yo te veía pero otros también. Me contabas de todos que te hablaban y lo que te decían. Alguna vez hasta que nos tocábamos en chat. Era genial porque nunca tuvimos que revelar nuestra identidad. Tú sabías que era yo pero no tenía ni idea que eras tú en verdad, y ese control te ponía mucho. Nos corríamos muchas veces juntos y con nuestros videos y fotos y hablando de nuestras fantasías. También empecé a escribir historias perfectas para ti y te encantaba tocarte leyéndolas.
Esto pasó durante bastante tiempo, más de . estaba por tu pueblo y tú también. Quedamos y luego dijiste que querías ir a la playa que hacía sol. Dije que vale pero yo elegía la playa. Fuimos a una nudista claro. Cuando llegamos y pusimos la toalla yo quité toda mi ropa y mi polla estaba ya media dura. Mi cuerpo había mejorado mucho desde la última vez que lo vista. Ya te empezabas a mojar las bragas recordando todas nuestras historias. Tenías ganas allí de follar. Tú te quitaste la ropa y sentaste a mi lado. Me pillaste observándote y viste que mi polla empezaba a llenar de sangre. Di la vuelta para que no la pudieras ver dura. Te sonreíste sabiendo el gran efecto que tenías sobre mí. Me miraste mi culo que estaba en buenísima forma y sentiste esas ganas otra vez, ya tus labios estaban muy hinchadas y sentías como te caía tus líquidos por tu entre pierna.
Lo peor pasó entonces. Un tío impresionantemente guapo sentó cerca de nosotros. No tan cerca para incomodar, pero lo suficiente para ver todo. Empezó a quitar la ropa y estaba buenísimo. Unos brazo definidos y se veía un poco la tableta y pectorales . Cuando quitó los pantalones te quedaste boca abierta. Una polla colgando enorme sin cortar. Esas pollas de que sueñas y no podías quitar ojo a esa magnífica polla. Yo te dije, joder mira que tío, y tú ya ya, ya estoy mirando. Encima fue al agua y cuando volvía estaba mojado y volviendo a su toalla, desnudo en su esplendor.
No recordabas estar tan caliente en la vida, y yo ya estaba poniéndome dura. El hombre se secó y mientras secaba se notaba que su polla estaba creciendo. Creciendo aún más. Yo estaba muy dura ya y el hombre empezaba a echar crema por todo su cuerpo. Cuando le cogía la polla se crecía un poco más y ahora estaba horizontal al suelo. Estabas casi salivando ya por este hombre. Los dos estábamos sentados con los brazos hacía atrás sujetándonos. Te dije joder este hombre me tiene a mi dura, como estarás tú?? Y tú me dijiste mojadísima. Quería ver cuando entonces te dije a ver abre un poco y me incliné hacía tu coño para verlo. Te abriste de piernas y mirabas al hombre y le pillaste mirando tu coño a la vez que yo. Literalmente estabas goteando y estaba mojada la toalla.
Yo me empecé a tocar. Y el hombre también.  To be continued… a lo mejor.

Dimos clases muchas veces. Y esta vez decidimos dar clase en tu casa. Así que me acerqué a tu casa para dar la clase. Pues cuando llegué estabas vestido con ropa de casa. Una camiseta sin sujetador que lo había notado en el momento. Y unos pantalones muy cortos. Siempre te han encantado tus piernas, y la verdad que son geniales.
Pues yo al entrar me fijé en todo ya empecé a ponerme un poco incómodo. De vez en cuando me desviaban mis ojos a tus pechos. Era difícil de que no lo notarás. Mientras dábamos la clase te reías mucho y se movían tus tetas mientras y me quedaba mirando demasiado. Te lo notabas y te reías. Me estaba ya subiendo la sangre a mi cara y se notaba. Estaba poniendo muy caliente. Te levantaste a por algo para beber y me preguntaste si quería algo. Yo te dije que claro que sí que sería muy buena idea.
Tú que querías calentarme aún más me metiste una viagra en mi bebida. Querías torturarme todo lo que pudieras. Me trajiste una cerveza con el viagra dentro y lo bebí mientras repasamos lo que teníamos que estudiar. Luego bebí otros dos contigo. Tú estabas un poco piripi ya, riendo y haciendo notar cada vez más tus tetas. No podría parar de mirarlas, eran impresionantes!
Entonces empezó a tomar efecto la viagra. Me sorprendió muchísimo. Con los estímulos enfrente de mí y todo lo que estabas acercando y poniendo tus tetas enfrente de mi cara mi polla empezaba a palpitar sin control. Estaba ya hasta incómodo y mi cabeza bombeaba con ganas de poder sacar a mi polla para poder liberarla.
No sé como pero empezamos a hablar de consoladores y dije que seguro que el tuyo era pequeño, como antes dijiste que el que tenía yo era pequeña. Fuiste a por ello y ya estaba respirando fuerte. Tuviste que notarlo, encima te habías acercado tus tetas a tu cerveza y se mojó tu camiseta haciéndolo transparente. Podría ver tus tetas y estaba mirando demasiado y cuando miré para arriba te vi sonreír mientras giraba a por el consolador.
Volviste y juraría y en tu mano tenías tu consolador en tus manos. Te dije que el mío era más grande. Te reíste y dijiste que estabas segura que no que te había mandado fotos. Ya me di cuenta que estabas hablando de mi polla. Así que me puse un poco avergonzado y te reíste. Te lo cogí de la mano y lo empecé a tocar. Sin darme cuenta me lo puse a mi nariz y lo olí. Inhalé con placer y los ojos cerrados y capturando tu olor. Me encantó y saltaste diciendo pero que haces!! Quitándomelo... Yo me reí y te dije que solo te estaba oliendo. 
Era verano y estaba ya sudando, tenías las ventanas cerradas y estaba muriendo de calor. Encima ya tenía una erección por unos 15 minutos. Te dije que tenía calor y tú dijiste pues quítate algo. Te lance una mirada inquisitiva. Me dijiste si, por qué no? Quítate los pantalones quédate en calzoncillos que de hecho tú también tenías calor y te quitabas tus pantalones cortes para quedar en bragas y lo hiciste. Encima lo hiciste de pie enseñando bien todo mientras… Buff. Me costaba mucho no meter mi mano en mis pantalones a tocarme la polla. Joder que dura estaba y que caliente. Estaba casi ya en uno de esos fases que tienes la visión perdido, la mente nublada, los pensamientos fijados en una cosa. No entendía como podría estar tan dura ni tan caliente.
Encima me recordaste que siempre me presumía de ser nudista e ir a playas nudistas. Si tan nudista era por qué no quitaba la ropa. Si tengo calor entonces podría desnudarme. Pues lo tomé como un desafío y me levante y quité mi camiseta, que últimamente estaba orgulloso de mi cuerpo que llevo haciendo mucho ejercicio. Te vi perdida mirando a mi cuerpo. Me podría imaginar la mojada que te estabas poniendo y en anticipación de soltar lo que tenía atrapado en mis pantalones. Era fácil percibirlo. Luego me quité los pantalones y mientras lo hacía te lo dije lo siento por mi polla, no entendía por qué estaba tan dura. Empecé a sentarme rápidamente y tú que no, Diciendo que no estaba tan dura. Que tu consolador estaba más dura. No me lo podría creer. Entonces me levante y dije a ver esta mucho más dura y cogiste mi polla por primera vez, miraste a mí y dijiste bueno esta dura dura eee.
Yo tuve que gemir, estaba esèrando tocarla toda la noche y por fin he sentido tu mano alrededo.
Me reí y cerraba mis ojos mientras me reia y de repente sentí una boca caliente sobre mi polla. En segundos estabas dejando un rastro de saliva por toda mi polla. Estabas chupando mi polla como nunca me lo habían chupado. Nunca sentí esas sensaciones tan fuerte como las sentía en ese momento. Joder no aguantaba mucho más y te hizo levantar y te cogí y te tiré sobre la mesa y te quíte la ropa. Joder que cuerpo tienes. rellena en las partes perfectas. Mi polla estaba goteando de saliva y tu coño también goteaba. Pues abrí tus piernas y metí mi cabeza entre ella. Primero te cogía con mi boca tus labios exteriores y movía para que te tocará tu clitoris indirectamente. Luego empecé a lamer alrededor y por encima sin profundizar. Estabas tan mojada que al meter mi dedo entró directamente y al sacarla estaba empapada. Empecé a lamerte bien toda la longitu de tu coño hasta empezar a solo centrar más en tu clitoris y con mi dedos dentro. Te llevaba a punto de correrte y paraba presionanando mi lengua contra tu clitoris sin mover para bajarte del orgasmo. y lo repetí cuatro veces hasta que por fin paré y en un movimiento metí toda mi polla. 
Te folle encima de la mesa boca abierta para poder ver tus tetas. y luego te di la vuelta y te seguí follando. Te empotraba fuertemente haciendote gritar. Depues de tanto tiempo los dos aguantando no podemos más y empezas a correrte. Al sentir tu coño coger con fuerza mi polla empecé a dentro de ti. Los dos corriendo a la vez mientras te lleno de mi semen.