Miss Harcourt debauched
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My sister Mandy was a pain in the ass. She was moody, rude and in my opinion she dressed like a tramp. Our mother seemed to have given up on her. But one day Mandy faced me with the fact that she had proof that I was fucking our mother. I just laughed and said you are dreaming, but somehow I knew that she was fairly sure of her facts.She said.
"I might just tell Beanie unless you make it worth my while brother."
"You vindictive bitch!" I was livid, but I was determined she would soon learn that I was not a brother as she could treat as scum. The fact she was prepared to blackmail me and her mother made me so angry, and anyone who threatened my relationship with Beanie was really asking for trouble.
What she failed to realise was that I was bigger physically than her; she sauntered over to me with her look of superiority on her moody face as she taunted me.
"Well?" she taunted.
I reasoned that she could not make things any worse than they were so I grabbed her and pulled her down over my knee. I pulled her skirt up and pulled her knickers down around her ankles. I could feel her bust resting against my leg as she wriggled and shouted
"You bastard let me up immediately."
She was seventeen now nearly eighteen, born almost the same time as Beanie, and I was just seventeen, but I had thirty years of experience in my previous life, and I was physically bigger than her. Grabbing one of my slippers I raised my hand as far as it would go and the slipper came down with a thunderous whack. Mandy jerked on my lap, her tits shaking against my leg, her buttocks contracting at the pain She shrieked and swore but with one hand holding her down, I had no problem controlling her wriggling torso Again, and again I whacked her exposed buttocks, until it began to glow a rosy red and my arm was getting tired. I was feeling much better for letting my frustrations out on my bitchy older sister.
I could feel her sobbing quietly to herself, then on impulse I slid my hand from where it rested against her buttocks down between her legs. As my fingers brushed her cunt lips, her reaction was instantaneous. She tried to push herself up off my lap. She was very wet but she moaned and shouted.
"What are you doing?" I was holding her down by the back of her neck. So I pushed her back down and continued to let my hand fondle and probe inside her pussy lips. Enjoying the feel of her body and my sensation of power.
One finger pushed instinctively into her depths, as I gently finger fucked her, and she wriggled in my lap. She had stopped crying and was moaning slightly, but her body was reacting very positively to the probing of my hand. I could feel her bosom pressing against my leg, and my cock was threatening to burst out of my trousers. I was pretty sure she could feel it pressing against her as well.
My finger continued to slip in and out of her, and soon I feel her reaction with her increased moistness between her lips. My finger was now covered in her juices. I pushed a second finger into her, and she moaned involuntarily. I twisted my hand as my fingers pushed in, sending tingles of pleasure into Mandy's s cunt. She moaned again.
My other hand slipped inside her blouse and cupped one breast; my finger started fondling the enlarged nipple. I suddenly realised that she was no longer fighting me. She moved her body so that I could fondle her more easily and her groans were groans of passion. I pulled her blouse free from her skirt, and pulled it over her head leaving her braless body free for my attentions as I reached beneath, now stroking her bare flesh.
Mandy moaned, it was the kind of moan that I recognised as a moan of passion. She was enjoying the feel of my hands on her body and no longer was she resisting me. Her pussy was wet, her nipples were hard, and her breathing was ragged. She was I sensed fully aroused.
I swung her around onto the bed as I rose from my sitting position. With her panties around her ankles I slipped them over her feet, and her naked body was now lying on her back gazing up at me. I could see that she was waiting for me to make the next move. I moved between her legs and then, I reached down and fondled her tits again. Then I reached up and took my own shirt off. Wh-what are you doing, I?" my sister asked.
"You want to blackmail me sister dear," I mocked, throwing my shirt over my shoulder, and unbuckling my belt and undoing my fly buttons.
"So I'm going to fuck you instead. "My sister became very pale. "But I'm your sister!"
"You should have thought of that before you started blackmailing me." My sister gasped as I finished disrobing kicking my underpants off.
As my pants came off she saw what I had in my armory and then she shouted.
"You're built like a fucking donkey", but there was no hint of despair in her voice she said. "Please be gentle with me."
"Mother will hear you! You'll get caught!" Mandy said
Then a voice said. "No Mandy wrong, mother is watching you, and enjoying seeing you punished. I work seven days a week looking after you and you threaten your brother and me with blackmail. I miss your father, but I only let your brother make love to me. I don't think your father would object to that, or would you want me chasing other men?"
My sister looked up at her not answering. I positioned my cock at my sister's opening, and began to press in. my gently. She was tight but very ready, and I was gentle with her even with her pussy fully lubricated. I pressed into her slowly, enjoying the look of pleasure her face, as my cock continued to slowly sink into her depths. When I was about half-way in, I pulled out, until just the head of my cock was inside. I watched her eyes, and they were filled with passion. I pressed slowly and carefully into her again, going a little farther before pulling out.
I continued this slow thrusting movement until I was fully inside her as I slowly making my way into my sister's cunt. Finally, I was in as far as I could go, and we were moving our hips together, her arms were circling my neck and her lips were pushing against mine. She was enjoying it. I reached down and fondled her tits, now she was continually moaning small moans of contentment.Her sounds of passion grew in volume Mandy was quickly approaching her climax, and when it came, she clamped her cunt muscles round my cock, and watched with contentment as she writhed on the bed, impaled on my cock.
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When my grandmother was revived, I was quickly dispatched to a boarding school for young women. Little did any of us know that all her plans were for naught, as I was surprised to find Eleanor was the new Head Mistress of the school, having known where Grandmother planned to send me from her first day a my Tutor. Her glorious hair was pulled back sharply from her face and the dour garments the school required her to wear made her really quite intimidating. In her eyes, however, was the same...
Corto mon amour! La distance qui nous sépare, l'impossibilité pour toi de te connecter à ton aise exacerbent nos sens. Je rêve de ta bouche, je veux entendre ta voix prononcer mon prénom! Soraya! Mon mélange d'occident et d'orient te séduit. Ce que je suis, les sensations que je génére chez toi te submergent !! Nos agendas et nos vies respectifs nous tiennent éloigner l'un de l'autre. Ta présence virtuelle brûle mon âme, mon absence te consomme. Nous nous retrouvons pour un moment...
Courtney: Rich Man’s Teen Niece The Tower Organization’s Boeing Business Jet made a super smooth touchdown at New York’s JFK Airport. One of my stewardesses unlatched the airtight hatch and swung the door open. I exited the aircraft and raced down the mobile staircase with the ease and vigor of a man half the age of my fifty years. My Cadillac limousine pulled up and the driver jumped out then opened the rear door. “Welcome home, Mr. Tower,” he said with genuine enthusiasm. On...
Courtney Sure Grew Up I hadn’t seen Courtney in about two years then one day she knocked on my front door. Courtney said, “Hi. Before Judy left she said that if I ever need to talk to a real adult that would help me, that I should talk to you. May I?” I invited her in and assured her that I would listen and give her whatever advice or help that I could. That seemed to calm her down somewhat. I offered her a soda and she asked for something stronger like Vodka and orange juice....