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THUNDA – Under New Management Ch. 03

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Her cunt was little more than a simple slit easily parted by my thumbs revealing a very rich pinkness inside. I went further finding that Takisha spread a bit more hiding a deceptive depth while her rather prominent clit demanded attention.

She was very obliging with her skirt gathered up into her bony fist. Takisha’s other hand was hidden under her dancer’s tee cupping a bare breast. I’d gotten a glimpse but wanted a literal taste first.

“Oh yeah, I knew I was right about you.” She cooed as I suckled her clit writing the letters of the alphabet on it through closed lips.

I started off very methodical with the subtlest of circular swirls on the tip of the ultra-sensitive nub.

A distressed whimper came almost immediately as I lapped at the pinkness and interior of her right labia. I went back to the clit with somewhat of a harder suction mixing it up with a swirl of my very educated tongue. Takisha’s breaths became audible, these short muted huffs.

“Oh baby you’re really good at this; Rashida must love it when you do this to her, huh?” Instead of answering, I locked my lips over her opening completely shooting my tongue as deep inside as humanly possible.

I let it dart back and forth into her tunnel, then applied this motion to her clit while vacuum sucking hard. Takisha’s voice went a few octaves higher as she audibly slurped up excess saliva in her gullet.

I broke the contact abruptly.

Before she could utter another word, I went after her inner thigh very close to her pelvis locking lips on the tender flesh like a lamprey. I nibbled and sucked extremely hard no doubt creating a hickey there as her trembling hand cupped the back of my head.

Takisha dropped her foot to the hardwood floor raising her other leg giving me an opportunity. Instead of repeating the same action, I went sloppy slathering saliva all over her left inner thigh near the knee up to the junction where her long leg met my pelvis.

I concentrated on that junction adding another acute hickey in that spot. Takisha let out this extended lilting whine palming my head like a basketball. I didn’t break contact tracing a trail right back to her furred muff. She arched into my mouth as I used my tongue like a scoop dipping into the front of her snatch.

My hand captured her ankle directing her foot back to the floor. I kept up this nonverbal direction getting this tall slim thick woman to stand up straight legs pressed tightly together. Both of my hands handled the middle point of her outside thighs.

“OH FUCK, I WAS, OH SO RIGHT ABOUT YOU!!” Takisha moaned loud enough that her voice bounced off the walls.

The top of her legs presented me with some really nice and prominent hip dips in the shape of an L facing outward. I turned this into handles pressing my face into her crotch with my fully extended tongue as the head of the spear. Her labia was parted as my extension ran along her slit rubbing Takisha into a frenzy.

Her breathy moans were all I could hear as I worked my head back and forth fucking her opening taking advantage of the exquisite diamond shape of negative space between her inner thighs. This soapy sound accompanied my actions as she creamed.

Takisha was holding up the hem on her micro mini meeting my eyes as I serviced her without word one way or the other. Eye contact was tantamount demonstrating my unstated willingness to cater to her needs.

Her big round eyes bore into mine as my hands slid around finding the roundness of the lower portion of her buttocks. Before she even realized it, Takisha was humping my face getting a charge out of the visual role reversal.

Me, I wasn’t sharing the moment thinking ahead to my next few actions while letting Takisha have her way as much as she liked. I managed to keep up the pressure on her clit making this entitled sister hoot and holler.

I already knew I was gonna get everything I wanted out of her while giving her as little emotional content as humanly possible. She was really grinding her hips against my face gradually wilding out as things got really wet and juicy between her legs.

This prompted me to strongly wrap both of my arms around her thighs with all of my might frenetically attacking her clit sucking the shit out of it.

“OH GAWD, I’M CUMMING!! SHIT!! OH!! OH FUCK!!” Her stifling composure wilted away before I’d even had a chance to really give it to her good.

No doubt Takisha still wasn’t gonna get the business until she was on the verge of passing out as far as I was concerned. A series of increasing tremors went through her long legs as droplets of her essence spotted the hardwood floor.

I popped out a knee for Takisha to have a seat on knowing she could barely stand.

She happily took this opportunity which proved slightly comedic due to the length of her legs enhanced by the spike heeled sandals on her pretty manicured feet. Her lips mashed into mine, tongue shooting into my mouth finding her own taste with no qualms whatsoever.

The bursa escort passion was off the charts as I slid two fingers inside her quim ends curved up into her special place.

There was an arguing point about my specialized skill in this regard as she quickly began bucking and flopping about like a caught fish out of water. I had her right where I wanted with no emotional reaction on my part working that peculiar bumpy ridge inside as the mascara began running down her cinnamon hued cheeks.

I doubted Takisha realized a third finger had been added probably more focused on the thumb mashing and rubbing out her clit simultaneously. I’d effectively turned her into a living hand puppet.

“YOU’RE REALLY, REALLY FUCKING GOOD AT THIS!! OH GAWD!! OH MY GAWD YOU’RE GOOD!!” She endorsed me to the gods above with a sniffling sound to her voice. I decided to employ a sliver of aggression reaching up with my free hand grabbing a fistful of her hair suddenly frigging the shit out of her cunt. Takisha surrendered without word.

In a word, the dam burst quite literally.

Takisha went electric arching into my frigging fingers and swirling thumb fucking the shit out of my hand, then groaned like she was in labor going stiff across the whole of her figure arched at the lower back.

A literal stream shot out of her cunt followed by several more in fits and starts, bursts accompanied by labored groans and grunts. She went loose and rubbery sitting there on my lap legs splayed apart.

Humorously one of her legs was twitching.

“Come on.” I whispered into her ear lightly tugging on her pointer finger until she got my meaning slowly standing.

Takisha stood over me huffing with more of her essence running down her inner thighs as I got dual handfuls of that ruffled micro mini covering her crotch in ceremonial fashion.

There was this slightly aborted half shriek when I criminally yanked the skirt down midthigh, then leaned forward drawing it down until she stepped out of it. Takisha started to slide her top off, but I stopped her encircling her thin wrist with a thumb and forefinger. My hands handled her hips right above her pronounced hip dip turning her back to me.

“Nice.” I relaxed rubbing my chin taking in the view.

Takisha presented a long lean figure up front with an odd longish back that ended in a spoon or teardrop shaped butt. It quite simply jutted or sloped out from the small of her back getting progressively fuller on the bottom.

There was a dimple at the top of a rear cleavage which was a shallow valley gradually becoming deeper ending in a dual set of rubbery looking halves. I handled the halves with excess plumpness spilling between my fingers. Her cheeks had the resilience of a stress ball.

I found a bit of natural resistance parting them for a look at her backdoor taking an assessment finding it exceptionally clean back there. Takisha shuddered when the tip of my pointer finger pushed against her star followed by a lattice of nervous miniscule pimples sprouting on the smooth surface of her backside.

I gave her right cheek a loud slap as somewhat of a litmus test, then licked the curve of that cheek when she didn’t respond. I noticed the tips of her fingers in that diamond shaped negative space. Takisha was diddling herself on the low.

“BEND YOUR ASS OVER!!” I snarled out of nowhere getting instant compliance as she went ninety degrees touching her toes.

The added height provided by the heels on her feet allowed me to return three fingers inside for a demonstration of sexual ambidexterity using my left hand on her g-spot again.

The second time didn’t last long as her long sexy legs went into a shaking fit while I used my right hand partially spreading her apart with a thumb massaging her rear entrance. These throaty moans degenerated into a feline sounding yowl, but I kept it up as my probing fingers were undated. It was almost like I’d triggered some incontinence as her legs shook even more.

“PLEASE!!” Takisha blurted out voice faltering as if she were freezing. I didn’t care if she noticed my impassive features or not.

“I want you to reach between these sexy legs and get my cock out; then I want you to bounce on it Takisha.”

Her hands came in trembling uncovering me with purpose, maintaining just enough self-control to get the grey cotton sweat down to my knees before planting her thin hands on them like arm rests. Her longish bubbled butt wedged in-between my thighs hovering over my erection.

There was no need for her to use a hand to guide me inside as the tip of my crown slipped inside for the briefest of seconds. Takisha raised up again going after one leg of my sweats until it was freed of my body before pushing my inner thighs wide apart.

“FUCK!!”

Takisha impaled herself full in one complete motion planting her rounded ass in my lap with authority. Her hands palms down remained on my knees with her posture remaining acutely bent over.

This bursa üniversiteli escort long lean beauty went at it fucking the shit out of herself in manic fashion. Her box was so wet and foamy, it was running down the length of my shaft in seconds with the consistency of lathery shampoo. I was obliged to lean backwards supporting my own weight on flattened palms.

“FUCK!! FUCK!! FUCK!! SHIT!! IT’S SO GOOD!! AW FUCK!! FUCK!! I WISH I GOT YOU IN MY BED LAST NIGHT!!” At this point I was getting literal splashes of her essence every time her butt slammed down into my crotch.

Takisha straightened her back rolling and grinding her hips like a seasoned belly dancer huffing and gasping before bending forward flattening her palms between her feet. The wrecking ball cadence started up even rougher as I noticed the condom on the floor a few feet away.

My hands shot out grabbing her sides, arms coiling around her abdomen as I leaned back laying flat taking her with me. This resulted in Takisha using me as a living mattress. Thankfully her legs were long enough that she was able to spread them wide apart feet planted flat on either side of us.

One of my hands slipped up under her top cupping the full bottom of a slightly watery boob while the other cupped her muff middle fingers spread by my plunging tumescence.

“SHIT!! SHIT!! AW!! AW!! AW SHIT!!! FUCK ME!! ITS GOOD!!”

My prick rabbited up into her sloppy snatch with the force of a machine piston as Takisha reached up trying and failing to cup the side of my face. That errant arm waved about in the air almost as if a heavy breeze were carrying it aloft before drifting downward like an autumn leaf covering the hand on her muff.

I gathered she was using the other to fondle her neglected tit. Her hips were swiveling doing their best to fuck back against my invading unit. An audible squishy sound filled the living room along with her haunted cries of pleasure.

I gathered myself sitting up pushing Takisha forward until she was obliged to plant her palms flat on the floor again. She was starting to go limp as I dug my fingertips into the sides of her soft spongy hips fucking the stuffing out of her messy cunt.

I hunched over pressing into her back bucking up off the edge of Jaquan’s new sofa absolutely wrecking her. There were visible motion ripples radiating across her semi-shallow buttocks. My plunging cock was coated with a thick milky froth as I completely reamed out her swollen puss.

She was actually dripping as I wedged the base of my member into her cunt almost airtight.

“Hey Takisha, you dropped your condom.”

“Huh? Oh, that.” I was looking at Takisha from the back with her head dipped limply between her shoulders.

I let her go gingerly on the floor having a seat on Jaquan’s new couch watching his former love interest on all fours with a sex addled expression on her pretty face.

She was drenched in perspiration just kowtowing there breathing hard through her gaped mouth. I’d resolved to go the marathon runner route I’d employed in couplings with Carlie Brown and Zoya Berhan figuring her wiry athletic frame spoke to her proclivities stamina wise.

“Hey it’s uhm, okay if you want to tap out Takisha.” After being ostracized from a temporary place in Carlie’s peer group, I spent an inordinate amount of time running in the park coincidentally working up my stamina. Her head rolled weakly in my direction round eyes widened enough that her pupils looked dilated.

“Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying some girls aren’t built for this; that’s all Takisha.” I did this entitled queen no favors staring at her peachy quim nestled perfectly between her upturned rounded buttocks instead of her face.

Bent over, her cheeks sort of flattened presenting one with an easily accessible way of bottoming out in her velvety confines.

“So you think I can’t handle you; is that right?”

“I didn’t say that.” Still wasn’t looking at her face not so absentmindedly stroking my shaft right in front of her face.

Takisha’s limbs were still shaking a bit, but insurmountable pride found her hands jointly capturing the condom glancing back at my impassive features for a second or two thinking it over before crawling between my spread legs.

Her head disappeared from view followed by the tugging and the complete stripping away of my sweat pants. Both of her hands reached up grabbing my thighs as Takisha righted herself kneeling over my erection looking equal parts annoyed, the rest befuddled likely at my indifference.

“Here take some of this Takisha.” My tone was casual.

My hand palmed the top of her head directing it down until the entirety of my endowment was in her gullet. She registered a momentary gagging shock then went with it bobbing her head in my lap with her hands still resting atop my thighs. I was easily hitting the back of her throat and a little beyond as signified by a barely detectable bulge görükle escort in her throat.

“Oh wow Takisha; you weren’t lying when you said no gag reflex, huh?” I couldn’t hide or mask my enjoyment and didn’t feel the need to at this point.

This minor bit of praise seemed to steel her resolve as I was handled with her right hand encircling my package under my balls. Takisha went ham on my prick giving me a round of inspired ferally nasty sloppy top that made my toes curl. Her cheeks vacuumed inward like she was literally trying to suck the life out of me.

Takisha’s suction was something for the ages coupled with the jerky motion of her head game which made it feel like a surrogate pussy. Her other hand came into play stroking towards her lips while the other hand approximated a screwing motion underneath my balls. Takisha disengaged spitting on and stroking my meat making a mess as she stared at my face with a furrowed brow.

She lifted her dancers tee with one hand fully exposing her breasts still jacking my tumescence with her right hand. Her breasts were old school iconic for lack of a better term, made so by her thin frame looking bigger than they actually were in my esteemed opinion. They were indeed conical in nature sloping downward at a forty five degree angle becoming really full at the bottom.

Her areolas were really large, puffy, and barely there slightly darker than her lighter skin tone. Thick erect nubs topped her offerings as my glistening member was buried in her cleavage. Takisha’s long thin fingers interlocked over my penis as she

rubbed, massaged, and teased my prick bouncing in place tit fucking me with purpose.

Her top partially hid the proceedings from view as she slid the underside of my shaft on her breast bone intermittently going back to sloppy head. My lack of a response prompted her to push forward until her nose touched my pubes. We exchanged glances as I palmed the side of her head looking deeply into her eyes.

I hunched over cradling her head in my lap momentarily before releasing her.

“I’m a big girl; give me your best shot.” Takisha gasped cupping a hand under her chin.

“Are you sure about that?”

Takisha nodded blinking profusely as she forced a smile.

“Okay.”

I stood up letting my cock find a home in her mouth, beating it on her cheeks and closed lips doing the harmonica thing before turning her around pushing her into a submissive position. Takisha seemed to know that I wanted or preferred the open legged posture face down on her knees with both arms limply at her sides.

“OH GAWD!! GAWD!! OH SHIT!! YOU KNOW HOW TO HIT!! FUCK ME!! AW FUCK!! GETTING IN THEM GUTS!!” Takisha loved bulldog position. It suited her long lean frame spectacularly as I pounded on her abused puss making her shatter into a sobbing mess.

She was unaware of my tacit disconnect.

My gaze was focused exclusively on the area from her lower back to the full rubbery bottom of her buttocks enchanted with the ripple motions I was creating there. The wet smacks of our uglies was audible as I finally started to get into it beating out her back in earnest. My balls were slapping into the bottom of her butt like a pendulum.

“ITS YOURS BAE-BE!! ALL YOURS!! AW FUCK YOUR PUSSY!!” Takisha covered her own mouth stifling her distressed cries as I regarded Jaquan’s couch. I withdrew from her steaming cunt surveying the mess I made as she flopped on her side peering anxiously up into my face.

“Wanna tap?” Takisha shook her head profusely in the negative.

“NO!” She blurted out, wetly defiant as I offered a hand she gingerly took.

Our lips merged tongues swirling about before I gathered Takisha in my arms laying her lengthwise on the new couch. Her expression read intimately timid as I stripped off my shirt revealing a slightly defined chest.

I planted a knee on the couch hooking a leg over my shoulder as pushed into her honey pot. I hooked the other bottoming out inside wedged tightly against her opening. Her face scrunched up as I got ready to run a sprint through her pussy.

“FAWK!! FAWK IT!!! OH SHIT FUCK YOUR PUSSY BABY!!! FUCK IT GOOD!!” I gave Takisha what she asked for in spades stopping for a moment to strip off her top leaving her nude except for her spiked heels.

“Give me a little more mouth please.” I went balls deep taking her gullet whole sliding down between her tits again. Takisha was giving up everything caught up in the whirlwind as I turned the woman on her side. She grabbed my finger sucking on it as I got into spooning position with my business cradled in her buns.

“Can I, uh come inside back here?” I heard a soft gasp followed by moments of silence. My crown was lightly pushing against her rear entrance right before I asked.

“Well uhm, I really…” Her voice drifted off as I leaned over looking at her profile.

“Hey its okay to tap out if you have to baby.”

“You mad?”

“I don’t care, but can I cum all over your tits instead?” I pulled my thumb from her grasp fondling a slightly watery breast.

“You don’t care?” Takisha questioned half whispering huffing from the wild tryst.

She didn’t acknowledge the head of my cock lightly thumping at her backdoor. I pulled back a bit sandwiching it between her buns humping and grinding.

Joey Says Ch. 02

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This story follows on from ‘Joey Says’, which you may wish to read first.

‘I’d love a cup of tea, big brother.’

Beth and I were sitting in the kitchen. She was wearing a big old purple pullover of mine, and smiling at me. She twinkled with a hint of mischief, looking at me with big eyes in her wide attractive face, framed by her neatly cropped mid- brown hair.

‘I’ve got some Lapsang Souchong. Do you fancy that?’

‘Yes please. I love its smoky flavour. Next best thing to a cigarette, if you don’t smoke.’

I made two cups of tea and sat down opposite her. It was the start of the day and we had yet to have our showers and eat breakfast. My sister Beth was staying with me for a few days. At 27 she is a year my junior, and she had arrived following my split up with my wife Kate, to offer support and cheer me up. So far she had succeeded. Her approach had been pretty unconventional however.

I looked at her, as always thinking how pretty she is. I had had to acknowledge to her that in selecting the women in my life I had gone for ones who looked like my sister- neat, medium build, and mid brown hair. That is what Kate looked like too.

‘This is good tea.’ Beth looked at me over her cup. Then she placed it on the table and walked over to the window. ‘It’s a lovely day,’ she said stretching languidly with her arms in the air. The pullover rode up to reveal the base of her shapely buttocks. Her beautiful bum. She was wearing no knickers!

I decided to get a grip on myself.

‘We need to have a serious chat.’ I said.

,Oh yes, what about? Foreign policy, that’s pretty serious. We could talk about Tibet. Or Iraq.’

What was she on about?

‘I was thinking more about us.’

‘Tibet is pretty important. I always think Buddhists seem like such nice people, don’t you?’

‘Well yes, I suppose so.’ It was clear she was trying to avoid talking about what was happening between us.

‘Buddhist nuns shave their heads.’

‘Yes they do.’

‘Do you think I should shave my head. Do you think that would suit me?’

‘Good heavens no. You’ve got lovely hair!’

‘What about elsewhere?’

‘No, you are perfect as you are.’ She blushed, which was unusual for Beth.

‘Why thank you, kind sir. I am flattered. You don’t look too bad yourself.’ She curtsied. ‘I confess to shaving my armpits and legs. But nowhere else. At the moment.’

‘Well, you look lovely.’

‘And you Mat, you seem to be in good shape. Do you work out?’

‘I do daily exercises, that seems to be enough. Usually before breakfast.’

‘Oh, really? You haven’t done them since I’ve been here, have you?’

‘No, bit self-conscious, I suppose.’

‘Well you must re-start today.’

‘Must I?’

‘Yes.’

‘Okay, when I have finished my tea.’

‘Can I watch?’ I gulped. Did I want an audience?

‘Okay. But there are things which happened yesterday we need to talk about.’

‘You are very insistent,’ she said, and kissed me on the cheek.

‘Things happened yesterday.’

‘Indeed they did. We watched some astonishing DVDs of shemales. I believe you may have corrupted me.’ She sipped her tea and smiled.

We had spent part of the evening watching shemale DVDs, which we both found highly erotic. They featured beautiful trannies, mostly in Brazil, but also some in the USA. Beth was astonished by their lithe self-possession and shapeliness. They had creamy complexions, round buttocks, sweet tits, fresh, bright eyes and big smiles. Even the one who donned boxing gloves to batter her would-be male lover. But Beth was of course most astonished by their big erect cocks. ‘They’re so large!’ she muttered.

‘Well how do you feel, now you’ve been corrupted?’

‘I love it.’ She said with a smile. ‘Give me corruption every time, if it’s as big a turn-on as that!’ She was incorrigible. She sucked her fingers.

‘I’d like to know what it feels like to have a penis,’ she said, ‘like a tranny. I think they prefer to be called T-girls rather than shemales.’

‘Oh yes?’

‘I could be a Lapsang Souchong tea-girl’.

‘That’s a dreadful pun!’

‘Sorry. It was. Come on, time for your exercise!’

‘Okay, but we must discuss the other stuff later.’

We got up and walked through to the spare room. It was a room we had used yesterday for photographing each other. I stripped off my tee shirt, so that I was wearing only my shorts.

‘What do you do?’ said Beth.

‘The usual, stretching exercises, push-ups, pull-ups, toe-touching, and suchlike. It’s kind of Canadian Airforce, with some yoga thrown in.’

‘Sounds good. I do yoga.’

‘That must be why you are looking so good.’

‘Why thank you again. You are full of complements this morning.’ She kissed me on the cheek and gave me a hug. ‘I feel very safe with you.’

‘Even though I’ve corrupted you?’ She smiled her delicious wicked smile.

‘Come on’, she said, ‘get on with your exercises.’

So I did some stretching and then made myself horizontal to do my push ups. Soon I had a good regular rhythm.

‘You bursa escort look like a Greek Olympian,’ she said. I paused.

‘This time you are paying me extravagant complements.’

‘Well you are my favourite brother.’

‘I’m your only brother!’

‘Now you’re being pedantic. Of course the Greeks exercised nude.’

‘Nude?’

‘Yes, it means without clothes.’

‘So it does.’

‘Well?’

‘Well what?’

‘Are you going to exercise in the Greek Olympian fashion? I’m sure it would be healthier. Ventilate all of you.’

‘Is that what you want?’

‘I do my yoga nude. I enjoy it.’

‘Is anyone watching when you do it? After all you are an exhibitionist.’

‘Yes, I would probably enjoy it more with someone watching. I think yoga before breakfast is a good idea.’

‘So is that what you are going to do? Now, I mean.’

She smiled and began to lift the baggy purple pullover.

‘I believe I am.’

She pulled off the garment which she had expropriated and placed it on the floor. That was all she had been wearing. She stepped aside naked, and my eyes absorbed what they were seeing. She stood legs akimbo and arms raised to do salute the sun. Yes she had a good body, with her perky nipples, and smudge of dark pubic hair. Her skin was a smooth, light beige, with a toned glow.

‘Joey says you have to take off yours too,’ she smiled.

Joey was an imaginary figure who functioned as our shared alter ego. She was invoked when something wicked was being suggested, usually by Beth. She dated from our childhood, but had been revived to startling effect during Beth’s visit.

‘And Joey cannot be denied.’ I sighed, although if the truth were known I was not totally against the idea. I just felt that things could get out of hand. But I removed my shorts any way.

‘That’s better.’

I carried on with my exercises, and Beth stretched into her yoga positions. I’d never done them naked before, and it did feel liberating. It was also turning me on.

Beth noticed that I was partially erect.

‘Well the Greeks have a lot to answer for,’ she said, ‘although to be fair I think they preferred same-sex pairings. You seem to be a bit more hetero. Have you tried gay stuff?’

‘Gosh what questions you ask.’

She came over and gave me a hug, lightly touching my cock with her finger.

‘We had probably better have breakfast before this goes too far,’ she said with a smile, ‘besides I have another problem. I have stayed here longer than I anticipated, and I am running out of clothes. Can I put some stuff through your washing machine? Otherwise I will have no choice but to go around nude. Unless I could borrow some of yours.’

I laughed. ‘Well there’s a temptation!’

‘Well?’

‘Of course you can borrow whatever you like, and of course you can use the washing machine.’

‘Thanks,’ she said and giving my penis a playful squeeze she picked up the pullover and sauntered off to have her shower.

It was a warm day, and by the time we had breakfasted I was wearing a tee-shirt and shorts. Beth was still in my old sweater, having bundled most of her clothes into the washing machine. We stood before my wardrobe.

‘Well as it’s such a nice sunny day I shan’t need many of your clothes,’ she said.

‘But you will be wearing some will you?’

‘Probably best to. I’ve seen what effect my unclothed form has on you, so going nude would be a heavy distraction for you. I have to be considerate.’

‘You are very kind!’

‘What’s more I need to collect some things from my car. Even I think I probably need to wear something if I’m going out in public. Don’t want to scare the locals.’

‘What do you need to get?’

‘My laptop mainly. You have got wire free connectivity in the flat haven’t you?’

‘Yes, so you could use it in any room.’

‘That’s good. Now what shall I wear?’ She pulled out a cap, and perched it on her head.

‘You’ll need more than that.’

‘Okay,’ she said, discarding it. ‘What about this?’ She pulled out a tee-shirt, and handing it to me to hold, she pulled off the pullover.

‘I see you have run out of clothes completely.’ She was naked again. She pulled on the tee-shirt and looked at herself in the mirror. It came down to just above her pubic hair.

‘Gosh, I like that,’ she said, ‘It looks quite sexy! I suppose it wont do though.’ She turned around and wiggled her bum.

‘No. Try this one.’ I pulled out an extra large tee-shirt. She pulled off the short one and put on the bigger one. It came down to mid thigh.

‘Yes, that’s better,’ she said sounding slightly disappointed.

A little later she had collected her laptop and set it up in her room. I was busy on my PC catching up on endless emails, with some jazz by Weather Report playing in the background. Beth’s face appeared round my door.

‘Tea, coffee, glass of wine, or something?’ she said.

‘Gosh, it’s a bit early for wine. But is does sound like a nice idea. We’ve got a tasty Sauterne cooling in the fridge.’

‘Great, I’ll get it.’ Soon she bursa escort returned with a tray with glasses and the bottle.

‘Here’s to my favourite brother.’ She held up her glass.

‘And here’s to my favourite sister.’

‘But you’ve only got one!’

‘Now who’s being pedantic? But to serious matters.’

‘Must we?’

‘I dunno. I suppose so.’

It was what had happened yesterday that was on my mind. Some how we had not only taken photographs of each other, but they had included nude ones. And that had led to our touching each other, I had brought Beth off by hand, and she had given me a blow-job. It had all just sort of happened. I couldn’t help feeling that it was incest and therefore wrong. Beth had convinced me that it was okay applying what she called the Monica rule. If what Bill Clinton had done didn’t count as sex then what we had done didn’t either. So it wasn’t incest.

Then we had developed the Joey idea. I had drawn Joey as an androgynous being with both breasts and penis when we had been kids. She was sort of based on Beth, but with an added cock. When Beth had found my file of downloaded shemale pics on my PC she had insisted that we update Joey accordingly. So we had taken a pic of her and using photoshop I had pasted an image of my erect penis onto her image.

So now we had a pic of Beth with my cock, as the new Joey. Just looking at it was a turn on for me. I suppose that just shows what a pervert I am.

Then, after the shemale DVDs, we’d slept together. We hadn’t moved on from oral stuff, but it had been very tempting.

‘You want to talk about yesterday?’ she said.

‘Yes.’

‘Didn’t you enjoy it?’

‘Yes, it was fantastic.’

‘So what’s the problem?’

‘Isn’t it incest?’

‘No, I explained that. Look you need to talk to Joey about this?’

‘Huh?’

‘Joey now has an email address. So you can email your questions to her.’ I laughed. Beth had obviously set up an email account in Joey’s name. So if I emailed Joey, she would answer as Joey.

‘Okay.’

‘Now I see that your balcony is completely private. So after lunch I’m going to sunbathe on it, while you finish up on your PC. Is that okay?’

‘Why, yes.’

‘Don’t forget to email Joey.’

I fixed a light salad lunch which went well with the Sauterne. Beth was in good spirits but slightly distracted as if she was planning something. She kept sucking her fingers and looking through the window.

After lunch I returned to my PC, and dealt with the accumulation of emails. When eventually I got through them I decided to do as Beth had suggested and to email Joey. I typed in the address and the message:

-Hi Joey, it’s Mat. How are you?

Almost immediately there was a response.

-Hi Mat. I was expecting you. What can I do for you?

-Well Beth suggested I contact you. I suppose it concerns my relationship with Beth.

-How do you feel about her?

-Well I love her to bits.

-Just as a sister?

-No, I am afraid it’s more than that. How does she feel about me?

-The same. She finds you very sexually attractive.

-Gosh. Well the question is how far should we go?

-You must trust her. Just do what she says.

-Like what?

-You must promise first.

-Okay, I promise.

-Do you know where she is?

-Not sure. On the balcony?

-Yes. She’d like you to join her.

-Well, that’s easy, I can do that.

-There’s more. There are things she wants you to do.

-Such as?

-You may be shocked.

-Good heavens, not much can shock me now.

-She is lying on her back, absorbing the sun.

-That’s nice.

-She wants you lick her, all over her front. She has some very specific requirements.

I gulped, already turned on by the prospect. The email continued:

-You must lick her fingers and her toes, and her eyelids, lips, neck and shoulders. You must pay particular attention to her breasts. You must lick her navel, and tummy. You must spend a lot of time on her clitoris, and her pussy lips. You may use your tongue, and fingers, but nothing else. You must not speak. When you have finished you must leave and email me.

-Okay. What happens if I don’t do as I am told?

-You will be punished of course.

-Gosh, how? Will I enjoy it?

-Knowing you she thinks you might.

-Okay, might try that.

-Before you start there is something else Beth wishes to know.

-What is it?

-She wonders if you are bi-sexual?

-Good heavens, I don’t know. If I am I’m very inexperienced.

-She’d like you to bring the wine. And the K-Y jelly.

I was turned on just from the emails. I collected the bottle of wine, and the tube of Jelly. I washed and brushed my teeth. Then I stripped off my tee shirt, so that I was just wearing shorts. I stepped out onto the balcony.

Beth was lying on her back on a blanket, head propped up on a pillow. She had her laptop, open and switched on. She was naked. She looked exquisite, and I was immediately more turned on.

‘Hi,’ escort bayan she said and immediately put two fingers to her mouth and made a shushing noise, to remind me that I was required to remain silent. She held up the wine glasses for me to fill. She held hers up in salutation, smiled and sipped her wine. Then she lay back and closed her eyes.

‘You may begin,’ she said dreamily.

I picked up her right leg, licked the bottom of her foot (she shuddered) and began to lick between her toes. She had lovely feet. When I came to her big toe I sucked it hard. Then still holding her right foot I picked up her left one and gave it the same treatment. I noticed as I was sucking her big toe that Beth opened her eyes so that she could watch me. Her breath became heavier. In this position I had a good view of her pussy. Beth put her right hand over it, and smiled at me.

I licked her left ankle and carried on up to her knee. Then I placed her foot on the blanket, and repeated the process with her right leg. Then I let my tongue dance over her thighs. She had her eyes closed again.

I took a mouthful of wine and swallowed. I took her left hand and licked and sucked her fingers, then gently travelled up to her elbow, and to her shoulder, kissing it. I lifted her right hand briefly kissing her pussy, then repeated the process. I moved on to her right ear, pushing my tongue into it. ‘Hmm’ she said, she has very sensitive ears. Her hand moved back to her pussy. I played with her left ear with my hand, as I moved my lips to her eyelids. Then I let my tongue travel down her nose to her upper lip. I traced the outline of her lips with my tongue, she grabbed me and kissed me fiercely. I looked at her, but as instructed, said nothing.

I travelled rapidly down her neck to move my mouth to her right nipple. I let my tongue travel round it before biting it gently. I was sucking it as my right hand cupped her left breast. I squeezed her nipple with my thumb and finger, before rolling it with the palm of my hand. Then I reversed the position to suck her left nipple. Beth was breathing very heavily and groaning.

‘Don’t stop, don’t stop,’ she moaned, running her hand up my thigh, and grabbing my cock through my shorts. I concentrated on her nipples until she let out a long groan.

I paused and looked at her. She was lying back with her eyes tightly closed. I let my tongue travel from between her breasts to her navel. As I pushed my tongue round it I let my hand stray to her pussy, gently stroking its moist lips. I settled down between her legs and dragged my tongue around the left crest of her hips to the top of her cunt. Her clitoris was already prominent. I dabbed it with my tongue, then touched it gently between two fingers. It throbbed as I ran my tongue up and down it. I punished it with my tongue, lapping hard.

‘Yes, yes,’ said Beth and shuddered.

Her pussy was soggy. I pushed two fingers inside her, pulling them in and out and then between her lips at the entrance. Then I pushed three fingers inside her pushing alternately up on the roof of her vagina, and then pressing down. I made rotational movements, slowly at first, and then more quickly. I pushed hard into her with my hand, gently touching her arse with the other hand.

‘Oh, oh, oh,’ shouted Beth, jerking violently and curling up. I stood up, and waited. Eventually Beth sat up and cleared her throat.

‘Joey says that was pretty much okay. I say that was fucking fantastic. Have some more wine,’ she said.

‘Thank you,’ I said. She looked at me quizzically.

‘You broke the rules. You spoke. You must be punished!’

She grabbed me and with one quick move pulled down my shorts. My cock was erect; she grabbed it with one hand and with the other smacked my bare bum.

‘Was that the punishment? It’s worth misbehaving.’ I smiled.

She smacked me again.

‘Go on, get back to your PC and await further instructions from Joey,’ she said with a mischievous smile.

I took a long drink of wine and shambled back to my room. Well things were certainly moving on at a pace. What was to be next? I emailed Joey.

-Hi Joey. Mission accomplished, I think. What next?

-This time Beth wants you to lick her back, all over. You must pay particular attention to her neck, shoulders, thighs and the middle of her back. Most especially you must lick her buttocks and anus. Okay?

-Okay.

-Once more you must remain silent, and this time you must be naked.

-Okay.

I removed my shorts. My erection was pretty firm, and would require attention soon. I headed for the balcony.

Beth was lying on her tummy, facing inwards and holding her glass of wine. It was an incredibly erotic sight.

‘Hi,’ she said raising her glass to me, ‘welcome back.’ She put down her glass and closed her eyes. ‘Off you go then big brother.’

I began with her neck, licking it at her hairline, and biting it gently. I fondled her ears. Then I let my tongue skitter over her shoulders, massaging her back with my hands. Briefly she put her hand on my penis. I stroked her torso up to her armpits, as I slowly licked the line of her backbone. I took my time, but eventually reached the base of her back. Then I switched to the back of her right thigh, licking up as far as her buttock. Then I repeated the process with her left thigh.