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Like the preceding five, this story is completely fictional. If you are easily offended by incestuous relationships or sex with strangers please do not read! All characters are fictional and any likeness to any person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the best of my knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.
I’d been having vivid and wild sexy dreams all night. All of them were about me being forcefully fucked against my will by a stranger. When I say against my will, it was, but only up to a point. After that point was reached it was me who wanted the pleasure of being forcefully fucked and I didn’t care what stranger did it to me as long as he put his cock in my box and left his cum deep inside.
I was slowly but surely becoming a ‘cum slut’.
There was a tap on my bedroom door which hauled me up from my slumbers. I shouted a sleepy “Come in” and watched David, my brother, enter my bedroom. He was carrying a large mug of tea. He put it down on the bedside table and sat on the edge of the bed. I had to shift my position in my bed to give him room to sit down. ” I thought after last night you might need a little pampering today, Sis. Hence the mug of tea.”
My mind raced back to last night and as my mind cleared and the fog lifted I remembered most of what had happened in detail. “I was fucked by a total stranger,” I said, “and you watched him fuck me.”
“That was after I’d fucked you. He’d been playing with your tits for quite some time while I was fucking you. I know you had your eyes closed but I thought you knew it was a stranger playing with you and that’s why you had such a heavy orgasm. Seeing him playing with your tits while I was fucking your pussy made me cum mega! After I had shot my load into you he pushed me out of the way and took my place and fucked you. You were like a wild animal as he fucked you. Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it? ”
” I don’t know what to think,” I said. “I don’t know if it was his skill at fucking that made me cum so many times or the fact that I was being forcefully fucked by a stranger. Whichever it was, I must have climaxed five or six times. Each one different. Each one better than the last. Each one more satisfying.”
I lifted myself onto one elbow and reached for my mug of tea. The duvet slipped down and exposed my tits as I stretched. I didn’t care. After what I had done over the last few days showing my tits to my brother seemed a triviality. David eyed my size 32B tits with admiration. This would have been the fourth or fifth time he had seen them in the last few days. I saw his hand go down to his crotch where he pulled on his jeans, probably to make himself more comfortable and give his swelling cock more room to expand. I sipped my tea.
My reminiscence of last night had made my nipples swell and protrude and my areola had darkened slightly. It was a sexy scene for David to enjoy! His eyes were enjoying the treat my breast offered and that was obviously making his cock come to life.
“Have you got anything planned for today?” I asked David.
“Not really,” he replied. After yesterday afternoon and evening I think anything we do today will be a bit of a letdown.” He was, of course, referring to our afternoon with Sharon and then the evening at Sunset Point. “Have you got anything planned?” he asked.
“Not really, ” I replied. I think I will have a long soak in the bath and then take the rest of the day as it comes.” I finished my tea and handed David my empty mug. David rose from the bed and headed for the door. As he opened the door I added, “I might go dogging, of course.”
David stopped dead in his tracks. He turned and looked at me. His eyes wandered up and down my body before asking, “Really?”
“Who knows,” I said with a little teasing laugh.
“Well, if you do decide to go dogging don’t go alone. Take me with you as a chaperone and guardian angel,” David said. “And who knows, I might find a girl to fuck while I’m there.”
David left my bedroom and went downstairs carrying the empty mug. I got up and walked to the bathroom. I ran the bath and poured half a bottle of bubble bath into the water. This was going to be luxury! I tested the temperature of the water with my toes and when I found it was just right I emerged my entire body into the foam and water. I slid down the bath and let the warm water lap over my entire body. Only my head and neck was above water. I closed my eyes and relaxed.
My mind started to wander back to last night again and the fuck I’d had with the stranger. The more I thought of being fucked by a stranger the more I liked the idea and the more worked up I was becoming. After all, a stranger made me orgasm several times during a single fuck. I wondered what would happen if I was fucked by more than one stranger – one after another after another. How many orgasms would I have then?
The more I thought of it the harder my nipples became and the more excited I became. My right hand moved down my bursa escort body to my pussy and my finger started to caress my lips. My other hand found my breast and started to play with my tits. My right hand explored my labia and vulva until it found my magic button which was already dilated and eager for some attention. My fingers rubbed my clitoris in small circular movements. Despite being in the warm water I could feel my pussy making and releasing love juices in anticipation of pleasures to come.
I continued to think of a stranger fucking me whilst I rubbed my clitoris and played with my nipples and areola. My passion was rising and in my mind I saw several strangers standing close by, watching me being fucked. They were all masturbating but some were reaching their climax more quickly that others, and they ejaculated their semen from deep within their balls into an open void. In my mind I saw the creamy thick liquid squirt from their cocks and go to wasted as it hit the floor. My tongue was licking my lips as every shower of cum hit the floor.
My climax started to rip through my body as my imaginary stranger dumped his cum inside me. In my sexual fantasy another stranger took his place, inserted his cock deep into my cunt and started fucking me.
I was thrashing about in the water as one climax was superseded by another. I was breathing hard and my heart was thumping in my chest. As my final climax started to subside I let out an involuntary moan from my throat. My body relaxed and I once again settled down into the bath water, contented and happy. I was savouring my post-orgasm glow with a wry smile on my face.
Eventually I managed to compose myself enough to get out of the bath and dry myself with the towel. I left the bathroom to head for my bedroom rubbing my hair with the towel. It was a beautiful day outside again – we were experiencing a prolonged period of dry, warm weather. As I approached my bedroom window to look at the world outside I was still drying my hair, rubbing it with the towel.
As I looked out a movement caught my eye and as I turned to have a better look I saw Mr Johnson, our next door neighbour, looking up at my window. Apart from the towel in my hand I was still completely naked. Mr Johnson had seen me topless before so I thought I would give him another thrill. I dropped the towel on the floor, picked up a hair brush, and started to brush my hair whilst looking directly at Mr Johnson. I was making sure he was having a good view of my breasts. Just to make sure he could see me I waved to him and blew a kiss back. Mr Johnson turned away, looked at his house for a few seconds before turning back to return the wave. So, I was right, he can easily see me! I carried on brushing my hair staring at Mr Johnson and watching him continually looking around at his house to ensure his wife wasn’t watching before turning back to look at me.
I decided to up the ante a little, so I put the hairbrush down and placed my hands, one on each breast. I started to massage them while my tongue started wetting my lips. I let my nipples show between my fingers as I massaged my tits for the benefit of Mr Johnson. My mouth partly open, my tongue darting along my lips. It was a free show for Mr Johnson. I hope he appreciated it!
Mr Johnson continued to watch me and his looking back at his house became less and less frequent. I think that was his downfall. He didn’t see Mrs Johnson coming down the garden with a drink of orange squash for him. By the time Mr Johnson was aware of her presence it was too late. She had seen me performing my little routine for her husband and Mr Johnson was in for a verbal battering – probably for years to come! My treat for Mr Johnson had come to an abrupt and sudden end.
I dressed in panties, white skimpy shorts and a bikini top. Sandals completed my outfit.
I went downstairs and found David in the kitchen reading the morning newspaper and sipping on a large mug of coffee. I pulled up a seat at the table and told him, in great detail, about Mr Johnson and how Mrs Johnson had admonishing him all the way back to the house.
David found it rather amusing that a ‘seventy something’ year old should be having a scolding for something a 21 year old had done to him and in which he had no control. “Did it give you any gratification or satisfaction?” he asked looking me in the eyes.
“It was fun, ” I replied, “but I do confess, I did feel sorry for him when his wife caught him.”
“Were you fingering yourself at the time?” David asked.
“No. I was actually drying my hair, but I did think, as Mr Johnson watching me was turning me on, that I might have a little play later.”
With that David rose from the table and came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulder. He bent down a little and whispered in my ear, “I bet you’re ready now though.” I felt his hot breath on my neck as his hands slowly moved from my shoulders and cupped my breasts, squeezing them gently. He kissed the bone of my clavicle, he kiss the hollow beneath the bone, bursa escort bayan the first swell of my chest. I moaned with pleasure.
David was right. I was beginning to feel like some sex right there and then. Despite already having masturbated earlier in the bath tub I was ready for another sex session.
As I thought about it, it came to mind that again it might have been because Mr Johnson was a relative stranger that made me feel so sexy. Was it the ‘stranger’ part that excited me, or was it that I was becoming a sex freak?
David’s hands continued to play with my breasts making my nipples grow and my pussy to dampen. He suddenly stopped caressing my breasts and with a very slow and teasing movement pulled both ties of my bikini top until the piece of thin material fell away releasing my breasts. His hands resumed their position on my breasts teasing and flirting with my stiffened nipples making my pussy even wetter and my throat to release another involuntary moan of pleasure. He continued kissing and gently nibbling my neck. “Stand up for me, Sis,” he whispered in my right ear. “I want you over the kitchen table.”
As if I was a robot I did as I was asked and stood for him. As I tried to turn to face him he held me tight around the waist preventing me from turning. His right hand went around my waist to the top button of my shorts which he unfastened one handed, with skill and dexterity. He then moved down to the next button and the next and finally the last one. He undid them all with the same confidence and speed that he had undone the first. He was obviously quite adept at unbuttoning female buttons!
He pushed my shorts down and his hand went under my panties and onto my lower tummy close to my vulva. He was still kissing my neck and running his tongue up to my ear. His hot breath and his tongue licking my earlobe was euphoric. The heat within me was rising and I reached behind me and felt his cock trying to push their way out of his shorts. I placed my hand over his cock and rubbed it gently up and down. At I did this he started to pushed his body into mine and I could clearly feel the outline of his cock pressing into my bum. I could easily tell that he was not wearing any underpants.
I was fumbling to undo his fly buttons so that I could get to his cock. Zip flies are so much easier and quicker! David came to my rescue. With just one hand he undid them and his shorts dropped to the floor where he kicked them away. His cock was now free of all constraints and I pushed my bottom back towards it, wanting to feel it’s hardness and heat against my bum. I went to remove my panties but when David realised what I was trying to do he put his hand on my hand and simply said, “No, Sis.” With that, he pushed my head and chest down onto the kitchen table, opened my legs a little wider by pushing them apart with his foot, took his cock and inserted it between my panty leg and my bum.
He started moving back and forth. He was fucking my panties and he was enjoying it. His moans and breathing were getting louder and his cock was leaving pre cum trails as it passed over the skin of my bottom.
It was a surreal feeling. Here I was offering my pussy to my brother to fuck and all he wanted to do was fuck my panties – while I was wearing them! His panting was becoming more strained with each thrust forward. His fucking motion was making my pussy wet. I tried, but failed, to get my hand inside the front of my panties to rub myself. It was then that I noticed a movement at the window.
Unable to move due to David’s weight on my body I tried to tell David that we were being watched. But that was useless – he was too occupied fucking my panties and his moans just drowned out my voice. I stared at the window waiting to see if I could see more movement and more importantly who it was watching us.
It was then that I felt David’s body stiffen. His thrusting got wilder and I knew he was about to shoot his load of cum into my panties. As he let out a loud moan from his throat I felt his cum splashing and squirting onto my panty covered bottom. Spurt after spurt of warm cum bathed my bottom and David’s cock was spreading the cum all over!
As David was enjoying his minute of pleasure, my eyes were transfixed on the window, and that was when I recognised the face that had been watching us. It was Mr Johnson, our 70 year old next door neighbour! He had been watching all the time!
I was still bent, face down, on the table as David’s cock began to lose its strength and size. Fucking my panties while I wore them must have been another one of his fetishes. My panties and bum were soaking with David’s cum as he withdrew his cock.
“We were being watched,” I said quietly to David.
“Yes I know,” he replied. “The old man from next door has been watching us from the outset. I found it very stimulating to have someone else look at your body while I was fucking you.”
“More like fucking my panties,” I retorted, as I stood up straight and looked directly at Mr Johnson through escort bursa the window. Mr Johnson returned the stare as he ogled my body, especially my tits.
“Yea, OK,” David replied laughing as he looked around the floor for his shorts.
I decided to let Mr Johnson have a good look at my body while I took my wet and cum filled panties off. I ripped a few sheets of kitchen towel off the roll and wiped my bum of cum before throwing the tissue away in the waste bin.
David was now dressed in his shorts. I was completely naked. What David did next came as a shock for me and Mr Johnson. He opened the back door and shouted for Mr Johnson to come in for a cup of coffee. The invitation came like a bolt from the blue. It was the last thing I expected David to do!
I heard Mr Johnson give a little cough and I watched as he passed the window and approach the back door. “Come in,” invited David. “I’m sure my little sister will make you a cup of coffee. Would you like that Mr Johnson?” he asked as Mr Johnson’s foot crossed the threshold.
“Yes, thank you,” Mr Johnson replied, removing his flat cap as he entered the kitchen. As he saw me standing there, as naked as the day I was born, he touched his forelock like an old fashioned mark of respect, that could have been a scene from a Jane Austin book.
Mr Johnson was looking at my body. His eyes covered every square inch of it. He’d seen my tits before from my bedroom window but now he was having a close up look at my tits and his first look at my pussy. Strangely enough I didn’t feel embarrassed or ashamed. I was enjoying the staring eyes of my old neighbour.
“Would you like some milk and sugar with your coffee?” I asked as I walked towards the coffee percolator.
“I … I … I … don’t want to be any trouble Miss Becci,” he stuttered, not removing his eyes from my body.
“It’s no trouble at all,” David said. “Is it Sis?”
“No, of course not Mr Johnson,” I replied.
“Just some milk then please, Miss Becci,” Mr Johnson replied.
I smiled at him calling me Miss Becci. It reminded me of a love story that Barbara Cartland would write, where the hero was always tall, dark and handsome and the heroine was always a poor girl who had suffered in life from birth until the hero of the story arrived on the scene. I wondered if Mr Johnson was regarding himself the hero! My knight in shining armour, rescuing me from the evil clutches of my brother!
“I have a few things to do, so I’ll leave you in the capable hands of Becci, ” David said as he went to leave the kitchen and go upstairs, “and believe me, Mr Johnson, she has very capable hands,” he added with a laugh. As he went through the door David glanced at me and gave me a wink.
I handed Mr Johnson his mug of coffee. He was still staring at my body, as if he had never seen a naked woman before. Who knows? Perhaps he hasn’t, I thought to myself.
“Do you like what you see, Mr Johnson?” I asked.
“Oh! goodness yes, Miss Becci!” he stuttered quietly, looking guilty. “I think you are the most beautiful lady I have ever seen.”
“How many women have you seen naked, that you could class as beautiful?” I asked.
“You are the only one, Miss Becci.”
“Just Becci will do,” I replied. “There’s no need to call me Miss Becci.”
“OK, Miss Becci,” he replied.
I smiled when he called me Miss Becci again, which in turn made Mr Johnson smile. His eyes were still transfixed on my naked body. I gazed at him and notice that for a ‘seventy something’ man he still had a good mop of hair and his eyes were crystal clear and not cloudy or dulled by age. He was a slender man and he stood upright.
“What about Mrs Johnson? Surely you’ve seen her naked?” I asked.
“Goodness gracious, no!” he replied. “She always turns the light off when she goes to bed.”
“What about when you make love? Surely you must see her naked then?”
“No miss! She wouldn’t allow it. We always made love in the dark and we only ever did it in the one position – that was me on top of her, missionary style.” He sighed a little and then added in a rather quieter voice, “And that only happened on high days and holidays.”
I wondered what Mr Johnson must have made of what he had just witnessed. Me, naked and bent double over the kitchen table and David fucking my panties!
I started to feel sorry for the old man standing in front of me. He had probably had fifty years of marriage and had never seen his wife naked. He had probably only fucked her three or four times a year for half a century! What a waste of a life, I thought to myself.
Mr Johnson had, by now, finished his coffee and he put his mug down on the table gently. “Thank you, Miss Becci. The coffee was very nice. Most appreciated. I shall now go back to my gardening. Thank you for everything.”
As he turned to go I called to him, “Mr Johnson. Would you like a feel of my tits before you go?”
“No thank you,” he replied without even turning around. “You see, Miss Becci, once I feel them then I will never have the pleasure again of dreaming about how they feel – I will know how they feel. I would prefer to have dream after dream about you and, of course, the occasional glimpse through your bedroom window.”
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