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Time slowed as the key turned in the front door, and nothing could be heard but the click of the latch opening. As the reality of the situation began to dawn, Juliet was the first to react. With a loud screech she scrabbled to her feet, leaving her scent coursing through my nostrils and her wetness dripping from my face. Sara was quick to her feet too, and as she rose the head of my straining penis slid from her anus, before I had had chance to explore her in any depth. A blur of legs ran for the stairs, and within the briefest moment cousin Sara and her two friends had disappeared, leaving me alone, stranded on the sitting room floor with my trousers and underpants around my ankles. Of course, I tried to get to my feet, but I was beached there and as I struggled I gradually became aware of two shadows falling across my torso. My struggle ceased and I became very still; it was as if I thought my stillness would hide me as I lay there. Slowly I lifted my eyes to confront the two figures that blocked the warm orange glow of the Tiffany lamp that sat on the desk to my right. And as my eyes met those of Cecile and my aunt Susan, it felt as if the glow of that lamp had transferred itself into my body. Flushed with excruciating embarrassment, I watched the two women centre their gaze on my throbbing erection as I lay there totally exposed to them. A slight smile played on Cecile’s lips as she turned her gaze back to my eyes; there was a gentleness in her face that spoke volumes. It was clear that she felt sorry for me, and perhaps she found me a little pathetic, too. Aunt Susan’s face was the complete opposite; Göztepe escort bayan she glared at me with such rage that I thought she would explode. Her face was burning with anger as she clutched at her hair with both hands, before releasing a guttural, banshee howl that seemed to shake the entire house from foundations to roof. “What on earth have you been doing?” she wailed. “You disgusting boy. Where’s Sara?” I motioned to the foot of the stairs, where my sixteen year old cousin Sara, and friends Lucy and Juliet had now gathered. All three had hurriedly dressed, and each was wearing a broad smirk upon their face. “Are you okay my darling?” gushed my aunt as she moved to embrace Sara. “Yes, we’re okay mum,” came Sara’s reply. “What’s been going on here?” Cecile chipped in with a somewhat calmer voice. Lucy opened her mouth as if to speak, but before she had chance to utter a word Sara piped-up, “He kept asking us to pull our knickers down for him and then he got his thing out and asked if we would touch it.” “What!” I cried. I couldn’t believe the lies pouring from Sara’s mouth. “We all ran upstairs when he started playing with it,” Sara continued. “He’ll never play with it again when I’m finished with him”, my aunt screamed with a pitch that continued to rise.  She thundered towards me, while Cecile ushered my three tormentors back upstairs. Grabbing at my arm, aunt Susan pulled me to my feet, before thrusting me backwards onto the sofa. As I fell back I closed my eyes in anticipation of a rain of blows, but all that came was Cecile’s soothing, assertive Escort Caddebostan voice, “Susan, calm down.” I opened my eyes to see Cecile with her arms around aunt Susan, partly restraining her and partly comforting her. With this, Susan burst into tears and dropped to her knees in front of where I sat, and as she did so Cecile followed her down. Aunt Susan’s tears were such a surprise that feelings of sorrow began to well up inside me, and I found myself apologising to her. Susan was a creature of ice and fire; I’d never seen her in such a state before.   Stranger still was the realisation that I was sat on a sofa with a straining erection while my aunt and her best friend knelt in front of me. I think the realisation hit all three of us at about the same time, because my aunt’s tears dried with remarkable speed and her visage once again turned to a stony grimace. Given that I had already had two incredibly strong orgasms, one over Sara’s panty clad bottom, which sent hot, sticky semen cascading over her back and into her hair, and one as I rubbed my glistening sex-head against Lucy’s clitoris, I remain surprised to this day that I maintained such a rampant erection throughout the incident. It’s even more surprising when I think back to how shocked and frightened I felt. Reason had left me as I sat there before Cecile and aunt Susan, with my twitching cock bobbing back and forth. I could have tried to cover myself at any time, but I didn’t. And as I lay back taking in the scene I noticed how both women, both in their early 30s, seemed to freeze and become Bağdat Caddesi escort transfixed upon me. In turn, there came a subtle but definite change in the way I perceived the both of them. Cecile was olive skinned, tall, thin and small breasted like her daughter Lucy, but instead of Lucy’s light, mousey coloured hair, Cecile’s was straight, shoulder length and almost jet black, like Juliet’s. Around her neck she wore a small ruby pendant, that acted to draw attention to the small bumps of her breasts which began to heave behind her tight, black sweater. My eyes darted to Susan to make the comparison, who was in pretty much every way just an older and slightly fuller version of cousin Sara. Like Sara, Susan was light skinned (although she lacked the freckles that covered Sara’s upper cheeks), about 5.7” and had blonde, bobbed hair. Her breasts, however, were considerably larger than Sara’s, and what was most striking was the size of her nipples that were clearly visible through the emerald green silk blouse she was wearing. It’s not that her nipples were erect, but they were large and puffy. “Your penis looks very sore, does it hurt?” urged Cecile in a soft voice. Lost for words I nodded a reply. As I did so, Cecile shuffled closer, still on her knees, and reached out to take a gentle grip around the shaft of my aching cock. Tightening her hold slightly, she eased my foreskin back as far as it would go, as my pre-cum trickled down over her fingers. “I think you have torn your foreskin a little. It’s nothing to worry about, but I’m going to put some antiseptic cream on it to be safe,” she said in a reassuring tone and with a gentle smile on her face.   “I’d let him suffer,” Susan added. At the same time she reached forward and took a tight grip on my penis, which she then pulled down firmly on. And yet I now noticed the start of a smile on her face as she ran her index finger over the purple head of my protuberance.

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