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  • Maybe keeping them busy would cheer them up a bit. "I think it's time for you girls to see what you're in for. Betty, could you give them a crash course?" Betty got up from the dinner table and cricked her neck. "Yeah, that's probably a good idea. All right, everyone, back to work." Elise watched as the eight hybrids strolled outside to the barn, chuckling at the ridiculous sight. While it took a lot longer than I had expected, we were up in the air on our way to LaGuardia. Lorraine was sitting next to me, finally quiet. Since we were packed together with the other passengers, we weren't able to talk about our pets and it seemed that she had run out of ways to annoy me. The plane had finally reached its cruising altitude and at last, I could relax. Ah, a window seat on an airplane with a cold drink and Time magazine. It's blissful. "So, what was it like having anal sex with my sister?" I, along with several other people, choked on our drinks, as everyone within earshot turned their heads in utter disbelief that such a question would be asked out loud. I glared at Lorraine, who had a look of smug satisfaction upon finding a new way to embarrass me. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you even ask that?" "Just tell me whose idea it was. Did you have to dominate her or did she ask for it? I heard you two from the guest room but I had no idea you were taking the dirt road." "I refuse to discuss this with you." "Did you give her a Dirty Sanchez?" "I'm not answering." "Did she give you a Cleveland Steamer?" "You're going to get us arrested." "Knowing her, there probably wasn't any lube. But amateur she might have used something else, maybe… moisturizer? It was all frothy afterwards, wasn't it?" "Jesus Christ, there are kids nearby that can hear you!" "Oh, that would have been fun to watch. I bet she was really awkward at it, like a newborn horse standing up for the first time. Did you ever bend over those three lovely ladies like that?" "No, I didn't, and I really wish you'd shut up." Finally, the flight attendant came over. "Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to keep your voice down. Your conversation is disturbing the other passengers." Lorraine held up her empty cup. "Sorry, I tend to blather when I'm sober." The woman took the hint and gave her some mini bottles. The liquor pacified Lorraine for a bit, giving the passengers some time to try and forget the conversation ever happened. But after a while, she leaned over to me and spoke in a whisper. He was an attractive well to do businessman, around fifty years old. "What do you mean by that?" He certainly didn’t look upon me as a ranger, nor an elven interloper in his midst. She scooted over and now we are face to face. She added. "Chloe, how are you doing?" He'd spend some time with them at lunch and had enjoyed their nice little circle with their friends. “Lucky fellow!” I take it and put into my mouth and take it out amateur I tell her that she must relax her throat and swallow around it and I tell her to put it in her mouth and I massage her throat. Why would you want to meet me? There are easier ways to meet me than going to jail,” I said. Bill left the room and Terry said remember our deal last night? Oorla is by now gasping with lust, and my breathing is heavy. Had they started with normal sex and moved on to anal? She looked dazed as she shoved down her skirt and stumbled to the door. They were pretty thin and made out of rubber. I know it is not required, but I would appreciate a comment when negative votes are cast for my own benefit in developing these stories.
  • They were sexy. Graceful with that olive tone to their skin. Black hair, delicate features, those submissive, dark eyes. She made me so wet. I wiggled out of my shorts then popped down on the arm of the recliner, my naked rump loving the feel of the fabric. Pam took the other side, her hands kneading her tits. Milk beaded at her dark-brown nipple. I leaned over and sucked on her nub. I groaned at the flavor of her creamy breast milk filling my mouth. I loved her as much as Clint. She was my girlfriend. I would love for her to be my wife. It would so hot to be married to her and Clint. Legally, he could marry either of us. We weren't “sisters” on our birth certificates. The world didn't even know Pam was related to him at all. Clint strolled to us, his cock bobbing hard before him. He was all strength and channeled power. He'd pulled our family together in the wake of our father's deaths. His mother, my Aunt Cheryl, had been particularly lost without her master. Clint had stepped up and took his mother in hand, giving her some of the domination back that she missed. Not the love, but the strength. Our mothers would forever love our father, but they had found peace being Clint's sex slaves. “Come here,” I said, patting the chair. “Just sit down and let us nurse you while that nasty girl gives you a blowjob.” “Best blowjob ever, Mistress!” Lee said, bouncing around Clint. Her round breasts heaved. She rose up on her toes and came down. “Ooh, I'll suck all the cum out of him. I'll guzzle it down. It'll be so yummy and hot.” I smiled and shook my head. She was such a naughty thing. Clint sank down on the chair between us, his arms slipping around our waists. I shuddered as amateur he slid his hands around to our stomachs. He thrust down. I spread my thighs apart, surrendering to my brother. I groaned as his fingers slid through my pubic hair, reaching lower and lower. I groaned as his digits found my shaved pussy. My sandy-blonde hair swayed in a braid down my back as he rubbed at my hot flesh. His head turned and latched onto Pam's nipple. She groaned, her back arching as he nursed with hunger on her nub. He gulped down the same breast milk that coated my lips. It was such a wonderful flavor. Sweet. Melony. An aftertaste like cantaloupe. I licked my lips, whimpering as he rubbed his fingers up and down my pussy. “Master,” moaned Lee. With the alcohol haze, I tried to gather my thoughts as to where id seen him before. Maybe we could put it on for them later that evening, I thought to myself. There were three dill pickles left in the jar. And also stepped out. The pressure built past the critical point, and I was held in a stasis of paralytic euphoria for a brief, but seemingly endless, second. Luckily, the girl’s eyes were closed, so he was able to quickly adjust himself without her noticing. I could only imagine how he’d feel if Gowri told him that she caught me looking at her in a sexually inappropriate way. I just stepped out to have a cigarette. I needed amateur a second helping, so I wrenched his arms up and guided my ass to plop on his cock again. “No, they’ll ALL have sex with you. “I hope it gets better.”