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Have you ever felt tired, so tired that you can’t even get it up? I don’t think I’m there yet, but it can’t be far away. I never thought too much sex could ever wear me out, but I was wrong, so wrong. Maybe it wasn’t the amount of sex, but the style, the variations, the number of partners, the immoral circumstances and God knows what else finally got to me. Right now, I feel so tired that if my dick fell off it could be a blessing. I suppose I should explain. My name is Sloan. I’m 22 years old and, up until last month, I was a newlywed. My wife, Chelsea, died in a terrible accident. Actually, you could say she was killed when she was hit by a pie wagon while crossing the street. Actually it was an Entenmann’s tractor trailer, but it had pies onboard, so it was, technically, a pie wagon. I’m not making light of her death by bringing this up, but seeing the irony in it helps me to deal with it. Otherwise I would go crazy. The unexpected and tragic death of anyone, much less a spouse, is not easy to understand. And that shit about it being “the Lord’s way” is just pure rot. Dead is dead, and no amount of spin or rationalization is going to change it. Chelsea and I had been married only eight months, but we were in love and I was prepared to grow old with her at my side. She came from a very wealthy family, but she never flaunted her wealth. At 28, she was the youngest of eight, all of them women. Her sisters ranged in age from 30 to 42. They were all two years apart. I guess that was some example of perfect family planning. Maybe the rich are highly organized, I don’t know. She sure had a big family, though. Keeping her sisters’ names straight during the week of our wedding was pretty difficult. Most of them were all pretty in their own way, none of them exactly supermodel quality, but memorable. Each one had some sort of distinguishing feature that set them apart. Chelsea and I enjoyed a rather exciting sex life. We did just about everything imaginable ever since we met three years ago. We had threesomes with friends, did some role-playing, even went the food route during sex. We were anything but normal when it came to sex. After the funeral, Chelsea’s mother, Robyn, asked me to stay for a week or two at their estate in the Hamptons so that Chelsea’s affairs could be put in order. She was a very pleasant woman, attractive for her age, and very persuasive. She was a widow herself, her husband having passed a few years earlier. After speaking with her, I felt that I didn’t really have a choice in the matter, so I made plans to stay. Little did I know what a crazy time awaited me. As I got settled in, staying in the guest suite of rooms at her estate, I wondered where Chelsea’s sisters were staying. I didn’t have to wait long for an answer. A knock at the door brought me out of my thoughts. It was Shannon, Chelsea’s next oldest sister. I let her in and she stood in front of me. Shannon was a little on the chubby side, with a large set of tits and an ass that matched. She was quiet, as I remembered, and spoke softly. “Sloan, what can I do to make things a little easier for you?” she began. “How about a hug? You look like you could use one right about now.” Shannon hugged me, but her hands drifted down to my crotch. Startled, I stepped back. “Shannon, what are you doing?” I asked. She looked at me with disappointment. “Sloan, I just thought you needed more than a hug to get you through this. Why don’t you let me comfort you?” As she spoke those words, her hands found my cock. Despite my efforts otherwise, it was growing as she squeezed it through my trousers. “Your cock says you might need some extra attention. Let me see what I can do.” In seconds she had my trousers down around my ankles and was on her knees, inspecting my ever-growing cock. She thrust her tongue out and gave it a lick around the head and down the shaft. Looking up at me with a smile, she took it into her mouth, sucking furiously as she swirled her tongue around it. Her hands stoked my shaft as she sucked, making me hard as a rock. As Shannon gave me the most untimely blow job, I reached down and caressed her full breasts. She responded by moaning and gasping on my fully erect nine-inch prick. She threw her head back, panting loudly. “I’ve got to have this inside me, Sloan,” she moaned. “Get naked and fuck me!” I didn’t need any more instruction. I quickly shed my clothes and helped Shannon do the same. She had a nice big set of hips, a full ass and breasts that hung down so that her big nipples weren’t pointing at the stars. We kissed and my hands went to work on that ass. Shannon moaned and shuffled me toward the bed. We fell on it in a heap. As I spread her legs I noticed that she had a nice tuft of hair right above a clean-shaven pussy. As I bent down to eat her, she moaned and pulled my head to her hot spot. I licked and kissed her pussy, causing her to moan some more. She clearly didn’t want to cum from my oral work, though. Tunalı escort bayan she took my head in her hands and pulled me up for a kiss. Between kisses, she told me what she wanted. “Sloan, I want you to fuck me now! I need all of that cock inside me. Give it to me!” I wasted no time plunging my full length into her wet cunt, fucking her at a furious pace. It was obvious that neither of us were going to last long, judging by her screams of pleasure and my swollen balls ready to give her my seed. “Harder, baby, harder!” she gasped. “Fuck me Sloan, fuck me!” I continued my frantic pace, lost in the passion of the moment and the wanton desire that fucking my sister-in-law gave me. I was ready, but I wanted her to cum first. She needed this as much as I wanted to give it to her. “Oh, Sloan, I’m going to cum, that’s it, oh God, yes, yes, yes!” Her pussy contracted tightly around my cock as she came, sending me over the top. I pumped streams of my thick semen into her convulsing cunt as we came together. It wasn’t an artistic fuck, but we both got what we wanted. As I finished pumping her full of cum, I expected to lay with her and cuddle. She had other plans, quickly getting up and putting her clothes on. “Sloan, I hope you will keep this between us. It wouldn’t look good if anyone found out what I did with you.” “Sure, Shannon,” I said. “It’ll be our little secret.” With that, she gave me a quick kiss and was gone. I lay there in bed trying to figure out what in hell just happened. It was wrong, but felt right. I wouldn’t mind getting some more of that another time when we could take our time. I spent the rest of the day in a daze. Robyn got word to me that the family was having dinner at 7 and I was expected to be there. This might prove to be uncomfortable, I thought, but I had to show up. At dinner that night, Shannon avoided any eye contact with me. The other sisters were there, along with Robyn, but the talk around the large table was minimal. I figured that they were all grieving in their own way. I got up the next morning looking to go for a run. Before I could get out the door, there was a knock. I opened the door and before me stood Elizabeth, Chelsea’s 40-year old sister. She was dressed in a halter top and gym shorts. “Good morning, Sloan. Do you mind if I have a word with you?” I told her that it would be fine with me and let her in. Elizabeth wasn’t pretty in a classical sense, and didn’t have much in the body department, but there was something, perhaps self-confidence, which made her appear very sexy. She wasted no time getting to the point. “Sloan, what can I do to make things a little easier for you?” she said. “I know you must be having a difficult time of it and I want to help you if I can.” She was eying the bulge in my shorts as she said this. Her nipples strained at the thin fabric of her halter and she clearly noticed my stare. “Perhaps this might help you,” she said, undoing the knot at the nape of her neck and letting the halter fall to the floor. She had small tits, not much more than bumps, but with a pair of the biggest nipples I had ever seen. the sight of her boyish body and those long nipples had me aroused in no time. She came to me and kissed me deeply, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth and seeking mine. She ground those nipples into my torso as she kissed me. I had my hands all over those smallish tits, the nipples as hard as stone. I broke off the kiss and bent my head down so that I could taste them. They were as hard as they appeared and, when I bit them, Elizabeth moaned her assent. As I sucked on her tits, Elizabeth released my cock from my shorts and was stroking it. She worked herself free and fell to her knees to get a taste of it. Elizabeth sure knew her way around a dick, as she artfully licked and sucked my cock. Her fingers traced the shaft and she would give it slow, lingering strokes that made me hot to fuck her. I pulled Elizabeth to her feet and brought her to the bed. I lay down with her and removed her gym shorts, revealing a very neatly trimmed, but large, bush. I spread her legs apart and prepared to give myself a taste of her rather exquisite pussy. Her hair was trimmed very short and it felt good against my mouth and nose as I ate her. She moaned a little and thrust her hips to meet my mouth and tongue. I couldn’t wait to give her my dick, feeling her hair against my smooth shaven pubic area. I raised above her and slowly entered her, keeping my thrusts very short and slow. I thought I was doing her a favor by not cramming it in there, but she wanted more. “C’mon, Sloan,” she ordered me. “Give me what I came here for. Give me that big cock.” I didn’t hold back, shoving the entire length into her wet pussy. She met my every thrust, grunting as she took all I had to give her. Jesus, what was with these sisters? They fucked like they were on the clock. Before long, Elizabeth was having Escort ulus an orgasm, panting and grunting as she raked my back with her nails. “Sloan, you’d better tell me when you’re cumming. I want it in my mouth.” Well, I was never one to disappoint a woman, so I increased the tempo until I was nearly there. I pulled out of her sopping cunt and positioned myself above her head. As my orgasm took over, I aimed the head of my cock directly at her waiting and open mouth. Streams of my thick semen poured into her mouth and she struggled to keep it all in. She began to swallow and then took my cock into her mouth, where she sucked and licked me clean. when I was done she got up from the bed. “Thank you, Sloan,” she said. “You were very good. Now you’ll have to excuse me, as I must go work out. Please don’t tell anyone what we did this morning.” “Don’t worry,” I told her. “Your secret is safe with me.” She didn’t even bother with a parting kiss, as she just left the room and was off. Wow, that was cold of her, but she was hot in the bed, especially for an older woman. After that workout I decided against the run and hit the shower. Once I did that I went about the grounds to explore. One of Chelsea’s sisters, Amanda, was painting inside the solarium. She flashed me a smile, but I decided against bothering her. She was what I would consider the “plain Jane” of the sisters, as she dressed down in baggy clothing, never revealing anything about herself. She may have been 32, but she looked older. If she had makeup and a new wardrobe I’d be willing to bet she could be the best-looking of the bunch. I had heard she was an introvert, so I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by stopping for idle chit-chat. I gave her a little wave and then went about my business. I later ran into Robyn and asked her what the timetable was looking like. I was anxious to return home and try to resume what little life I had to look forward to without Chelsea. “Oh Sloan,” she told me. “It’s probably going to take seven days at least. I know you want to get home, but promise me you’ll enjoy yourself while you’re here. There should be plenty here to keep you busy. Why, I’ll bet you could have a different adventure every day.” She had no idea how true that last statement was. At this rate, I’m having adventures, all right. Dinner again was an exercise in avoiding eye contact with not only Shannon, but also Elizabeth. These two sisters fucked my wheels off but wouldn’t even acknowledge that I was in the same room with them. The next morning I went downstairs to get some coffee to take up to my room, along with some pastries. As I was preparing to go back upstairs Amanda stopped me. She looked even more plain up close, but she exuded a simple appeal that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. “Hi, Sloan,” she said. “I have a favor to ask of you, if you don’t mind.” Puzzled at her sudden interest in me, I replied. “What do you have in mind, Amanda? I’ll be happy to help you out.” “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to paint you, you know, do a small portrait. Could I come by your room later this morning?” “Why sure,” I told her. “I don’t know what you see in me, but if you’ll let me eat this little bit of breakfast I’ll be happy to sit for you.” “Thank you, Sloan. I’ll be by in a little bit, as soon as I can gather my painting supplies.” I took my coffee and pastries back to my room and ate in silence. A portrait? Really? Could she be on the level, or was I just hoping for a crack at another sister? A few minutes later there was a quiet knock at my door. I opened it to find Amanda with a huge carry case. I helped her in. “Okay, Amanda,” I said. “Where would you like me to sit?” “Sloan, I thought if you could sit on the edge of the bed that would help me capture your essence.” “Is there anything in particular you would like me to wear? A sweatshirt and training shorts doesn’t seem like the ideal portrait attire.” “Well, I was hoping you wouldn’t have any objections to posing in the nude. I can capture the real you that way.” “If you insist.” I began taking off my clothes as Amanda set up her easel. She was staring at my cock as I finished. “Is everything okay Amanda?” She snapped out of her fixation and blushed. “I’m sorry about that. It’s just that you are so, ahem, large. I’ve never seen one so big. Sloan, is there anything I can do to make things easier for you?” Hmm, that’s the third sister who said that to me, and the other two fucked me shortly after saying it. I figured it was worth a try. “Well, Amanda, there is something you could do for me.” I held my cock in my hands and slowly stroked it. Amanda was staring again. She reached out and took my cock in her hands and began stroking it. Her eyes were aglow as she had more cock than her two hands could hold. She reached out and licked the head with her tongue, spreading her silky saliva around it. Once it was wet with her spit she opened her mouth yenimahalle escort and took it in, her tongue swirling around the head and top of the shaft in lazy circles. She may have been a Plain Jane in appearance, but she was anything but plain when it came to sucking cock. She was phenominal, as she took care of my prick as if it were her greatest love, lavishing her tender ways upon it. She lightly stroked the shaft as she sucked, working it slowly up and down and driving me mad with passion and desire with her featherlike touch. I watched her as she gave head, so meticulous in her attention to detail. Little things, like the way she cupped and massaged my balls with her free hand, made me think that this was her specialty, her niche. I don’t think I have ever had a blowjob so good. Her attention to detail was incredible, making me think that she must have practiced this for so long to get everything so right. To my sadness, she stopped and pushed me back onto the bed. Quickly removing her dress, she revealed quite a body. Her breasts weren’t the biggest and they drooped downward, but her nipples and areola more than made up for it. Down below she had a large ass and an equally large pussy, with very pronounced lips, almost puffy in appearance. I was about to get an up close look at those lips, as Amanda was planning to sit on my face. She squatted over my face, seeming to hover there as I got a good look at her cunt. Slowly she dropped down and lowered herself onto my face. I sucked and licked those big puffy lips until she was moaning loudly. She really enjoyed being eaten, that was for sure. Before she could come, she removed herself and then sat down on my still hard cock. She bounced up and down on it, squealing with delight as she did so. As her orgasm neared, she began to grunt and bear down on my cock. grinding her pussy onto it like a sheath grips a sword. Her grunts turned to screams as she came, her hands on my shoulders as she bent down and kissed me. She then got off so that she could coax me to come into her mouth. Again she sucked me exquisitely, her entire mouth becoming a lovely sucking machine, her tongue urging me on and her fingers lightly toying with my shaft and balls. After the fucking I was ready for my orgasm, and I simply exploded inside her mouth as I came. She managed to gulp it all down as I came, with not one drop escaping her lips. Smiling, she got off and began to get dressed. “Sloan, please keep this between us, will you? My sisters might not understand why I did this so soon after Chelsea passed away.” “Don’t worry, Amanda. I’ll keep it as our secret.” And just like that, she was gone. Jesus, three days here and I’ve fucked three of Chelsea’s sisters. Now it became a challenge to me to try and get the rest of them into bed. The next day I was taking a morning jog when Natalie, Chelsea’s 38-year-old sister, joined me at one point during a break. She really looked her age, more than any of the other sisters, and was probably the least attractive of the lot. She didn’t beat around the bush, either. “Hi, Sloan. I’m Natalie. Is there anything I can do to make things easier for you?” There it was again, that same phrase. I decided to be blunt again. “Yes, Natalie, in fact there is something you can do for me. How would you like to join me in the shower when I get done?” “I could do that,” she said to my surprise. “How about you finish up and I’ll meet you back at your place in 30 minutes?” “You’ve got a deal,” I said, and resumed my run. About a half hour later, Natalie knocked on my door. As I answered it, I had no clue as to what was on the other side. I opened the door and was stunned. Natalie was there, accompanied by her sister Phoebe. What the fuck? “Sloan,” Natalie began. “I hope you don’t mind, but I brought my little sister Phoebe with me. Phoebe really likes to watch.” You could have blown me over with a feather when she said that. I opened the door wider and beckoned them in. At 36, Phoebe hardly fit the description of a “little sister”, but she had a dainty beauty to her face. Her dark brown hair was cut in a pixie, which made her appear even younger than she was. Natalie got right to the point. “Sloan, I really don’t need to shower but I really need to get fucked. How about we skip the water and get in bed?” She didn’t have to ask me twice. We shucked our clothes and hopped into bed, where Natalie gave my cock a thorough tongue bath. She might not be as good looking as her other sisters, but she really knew how to suck a cock. I was hard in no time. Natalie then pushed me back on the bed and began to straddle me. As she opened her pussy lips to mount me, I had to close my eyes. The woman probably had the ugliest cunt I had ever seen. Her lips flapped like slices of roast beef and she obviously didn’t know what a razor was for. I like some hair on my furburger, but this was like she had never shaved a day in her life. Calling that thing a pussy just wasn’t right. It was a cunt, that’s for sure. The crazy thing was that this woman did amazing things with her cunt. She had excellent muscle control, as she gripped me so tightly with her cunt that I didn’t go in or out, per se, but it was like her cunt clung to my cock and wouldn’t let go.
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