1. Cocksucking college s****r 2


    Date: 10/12/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Masturbation, Taboo, Author: vtevte, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Truthfully, I tried to pretend it didn't happen. I tried to pretend that the best blow job I had ever received hadn't come from my 18-year-old college-freshman s****r. I tried to move on...but the reality was when I was with another girl all I thought about was Lilly. When I had late night fantasies it was my s****r I was beating off to. We avoided each other for just over a month, which was pretty easy as she lived at the dorms and I lived with buddies, but my parent's 25th wedding anniversary party would bring us together for the first time since that crazy weekend. By this time, my s****r fantasies had become an obsession. My s****r had planned a whole weekend event for our parents. It included a f****y of four dinner on Friday evening, a huge full day party at my parents' house on Saturday, and a casual Sunday brunch before our f****y all went our separate ways. Ideas bounced in my head at the opportunity that lay ahead. Should I blackmail her? Seemed like an ok plan, yet I was a much more willing participant in the i****t than she was. Should I be sweet and complimentary? I have learned from many of my past relationships (do one night stands count as relationships?), that a few words of flattery often opened up a girl's legs to a night of pleasure. Or should I do what had been my most sure fire way of getting laid more times than not....get her hammered? I played all three scenarios in my head and a few more high risk ones before settling on using a mixture of all ...
    three if need be. She was the last one to arrive on Friday night, a good twenty minutes late, clearly trying to avoid any alone time with me. The look on her face when we first made eye contact showed just how nervous and anxiety-ridden she was about our secret coming out. I realized then that she felt she was to blame and knew that blackmail was a viable option if needed. Every time she sucked her straw from her drink I imagined my cock being the straw. My psychological need to have my s****r was as Freudian as possible and one need I planned to make happen. I was sure to make eye contact on numerous occasions, each time my eyes and smile attempting to speak for me. Her flushed face and quick eye contact breaks only enhanced my confidence that I could use her insecurity and guilt to my advantage. Once dinner was done, I asked Lilly, my smile dripping with syrupy sweetness, "Can you give me a ride home, baby s****r?" She stammered, unable to hide her nervousness, but also unable to say no, "S-s-sure." I followed behind, watching her tight ass sway in her jeans, disappointed she had not worn a skirt and pantyhose as every fantasy I had with her included nylons of some sort. We drove in silence for a couple of minutes before I opened the can of worms. "Lilly, we need to talk about what happened." Tears instantly streamed down her face. "You can't tell Mom or Dad, they would make me live at home and I finally fit in somewhere." I smiled, realizing she was more worried about being ...
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