Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

I want to address my comments just to her. If I can gain her trust, I can turn the tables on her right here. I get an IM from her almost immediately.

BBBarbie: So what do you mean control?

HippieGirl: First, thank you for being interested in an old woman’s perspective. Back during the original sexual revolution in the sixties, we didn’t settle for turning guys on and leaving them to their own devices. We fucked!

BBBarbie: Yeah, and you all got fucked! So what? Where’s the control in that. You don’t know how it feels to have guys lusting over what they can’t have.

HippieGirl: Of course, I do. But think about the control you can exert over someone who’s had his dick where it doesn’t belong. I once fucked a married guy who ended up doing whatever I wanted, just so I’d keep our little tryst quiet. I orchestrated his sex life from then on. I told him when and how often he could fuck and with whom. I controlled what he did with his wife in bed. I even made him fuck his wife with me hidden in the closet, watching. Is that control?

BBBarbie: Interesting idea. How did you know what he was doing with his wife?

HippieGirl: She was my best friend and we shared everything! You seem to have an ideal situation with this uncle of yours. You just need to get his dick in you. Well… first I agree with voygirl, you need to see it, to make sure it’s worth it. Hide in the closet, under the bed, something. You also need to let him see you completely naked, get his blood boiling.

BBBarbie: I guess I could leave my bedroom door open while I’m changing. That seems a little obvious.

HippieGirl: For an exhibitionist, you’re not very creative. Forget the shampoo, or a towel or something the next time you shower, stand innocently behind the door, but make sure he has a clear view of you in a mirror or something. I’m sure you can pull it off so it’s innocent looking.

BBBarbie: Thanks, I’ll think about all this. I’m not sure he’s ready for it. Looking is one thing, incest is something else. Besides my aunt seems to keep him pretty satisfied.

HippieGirl: Okay, reality check… what do you look like? Are you enticing enough for him to want it from you?

BBBarbie: Yeah, that’s not the problem.

HippieGirl: Are you too inexperienced, is that it?

BBBarbie: No, I’m experienced enough. I’ve just never taken it that far with someone I was teasing. It’ll be a change.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

HippieGirl: Get a look at his dick, let him see you naked and let me know what happens. My e-mail is the same as my IM address. Cya

Now all I have to do is give her the right opportunities and see what she does. I close down my computer and head upstairs.

“How’s the homework coming?” I ask, innocently, sticking my head in her room.

“Great.” Lauren answers, swiveling her desk chair around towards me. Her short skirt didn’t cover much when she was standing up, sitting down, if she didn’t have her legs together, I’d be looking right at her bare pussy.

“Are you all done with work?” She asks, bouncing her legs together, trying to draw my eyes to her pussy, but not quite exposing it. She is really good at this!

“Yeah.” I say, keeping my eyes on her face. “I’m going to take a shower before Aunt Cindy gets home.” I turn to leave, but not before she opens her legs for just a second, giving me such a quick glimpse of her pussy that I’m not even a hundred percent sure I actually saw anything.

I close my bedroom door and strip off my clothes. My cock is still hard and I think about getting myself off while I’m in the shower. If Lauren reacts predictably, she’ll be hiding in my bedroom when I come out of my shower, waiting to see my cock. I want her to get the full affect of my hard-on, so I forgo masturbating, for now.

When I come out of the shower, I’m pretty sure Lauren is hiding under the bed. I purposely left the closet doors wide open to dissuade her from hiding there. The dust ruffle on the side of the bed appears to be pulled up a little, creating a peephole. Just as I’m about to do a little teasing of my own, Cindy gets home.

“Hey, is that for me?” Cindy asks, looking at my hard cock sticking straight out from my naked body. “Where’s Lauren.” She asks, wrapping her hand around my shaft as she leans up to kiss me.

“She was in her room doing homework when I got in my shower.” I answer honestly. “Was she still there when you went by?” I wonder if Cindy’s presence will spoil things.

“Her door was closed, so I suppose she was there.” Cindy smiles, as she closes our bedroom door. “So what was our little nymphet up to today, that caused such a big reaction?” Cindy asks, kneeling on the floor and taking my hard cock in her mouth.

“Oh, not much.” I answer; choosing my words carefully, since I’m sure Lauren is under the bed. “Just the sexiest outfit yet, and…” I lift Cindy to her feet and start unbuttoning her blouse. “She smelled like she was aroused, or had been getting herself off.” Removing her blouse, I unfasten her bra, and cup her tits in my hands. “It was intoxicating. You know how when you smell cookies baking and you can’t wait to taste them?” I unzip her pants and let them fall to the floor. She steps out of them and it’s my turn to kneel. “I could definitely smell Lauren’s cookies baking, but it’s yours that I can’t wait to taste.” I breathe in her scent as I peel her thong from her body, leaving her naked in front of me.

“Glad I got home when I did.” Cindy laughs. “Who knows whose cookies you’d be tasting.” She spreads her legs apart, as I run my cheek across her pubic hair. My wife’s pussy is neatly trimmed, with a full triangle of fine brown hair. Her aroma is just as intoxicating as Lauren’s, but with a much heavier scent. Of course, Cindy is just getting aroused; Lauren had been playing with her pussy.