April Lust Ch. 1

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I had just nodded into sleep a few minutes after midnight when I was awoke with a flash of car lights through my window. I threw my blanket to the floor in a pissed off fit as I grabbed my boxers at the foot of the bed. My wife stirred and asked me who was outside. I didn’t answer.

I swung my front door open to find my sister in law stumbling out of her car. She was twenty and anxiously awaiting the day she became legal, so she could graduate into full blown alcoholism. April walked clumsily to the door, a red haze swimming around her usually vibrant emerald eyes; she clutched a strawberry wine cooler like a life support unit.

“The hell are you doing driving?” I asked.

She didn’t answer, but she walked past me and let herself in. I sat on the couch and prepared myself for her sad reportoire and tales of love gone wrong. I had memorized all of her weepy tales from previous drunken visits she had blessed me with. She had just moved in with the supposed love of her life and the bliss was fastly turning dull.

“Kurt’s being a dickweed.” she said, throwing herself on the couch next to me.

At that point, I decided I would listen. I was all kinds of pissed off for being woke up and it was often fun to fuck with her fragile head.

“Oh now,’ I said. ‘You just don’t understand men.”

“I understand everything, I got y’all figured out.” she said as she pulled from her drink.

“Well, it wouldn’t appear that way at this point.” I told her.

“Where’s my sister?” she demanded.

“Asleep, where she should be.”

“Why would you say that?” she asked.

“Because I don’t want her to wake up and then I get attacked by two men bashing harpies.”

“So that’s what you think I am.” she said.

“You know my opinion of you, so just quit.”

“What is your opinion?”

I told her again. I never kept my opinion secret from her. I thought she was the stuff of trailer park porno films. I wanted to gnaw her milky flesh until she sliced mine with her perfectly manicured nails. I wanted to saturate her socks in honey and suck them until they felt like they had come out of a nuclear powered clothes dryer.

“What would you do right now if you could do anything you wanted to do?” she asked.

“I’ll never tell. I don’t expose my weaknesses. Besides, you’ll just tease.”

“Yeah, okay. Look who’s calling who a tease.” she sneered

“You were in high school, April! Besides, escort your parents would have squashed my nuts into oblivion.” I told her, trying not to raise my voice.

“Now answer my question.” she demanded.

“I can’t. I’ll have to show you. Outside.”

“I don’t know if I trust you.” she cocked a suspicious eyebrow.

“You have to. Oh wait, I can always just go to bed and leave you out here bored. I got your keys. I promise you’re not going any damn place tonight.”

I saw the horror in her eyes. She was in the throes of drunken bliss and needed a friend, a listener and worshiper. She knew she was pretty much fucked if she made me mad. April then agreed to my terms.

First, I woke my wife. “You’re dumbass little sister is drunker than hell, oddly enough, so I am fixing to go dunk her ass in the pool.”

My wife arose halfway asleep. “Don’t be mean to her.” she pleaded.

I promised I wouldn’t. No, I would never be mean to my dear, sweet, dim-wited sister in law.

Outside was the cheap wading pool I had bought for the summer. Even worse, I installed a lame privacy fence around it. Also, my version of a sun deck and some tropical container plants I had going for the whole Tiki-man/swinger effect.

April damn near fell over the steps to the deck before she lowered herself down and onto her back.

“It’s wild to come out here at night and phisolophize about what’s out there in the stars.” She said.

“That’s philosophise, brainiac.” I told her.

April kicked off her sandals, exposing her perfectly symmetrical violet painted toes. She then performed some sort of a drunken stretch, trying to arch her back and signal her pert boobs to the stars.

“Oh nice.’ I said. ‘I thought this was supposed to be about what I would do.”

“Hell, I’ve all but drawed you a map.” April said.

I gave that a chuckle and moved closer to her. I pulled on the loose legs of her shorts to see what she was hiding beneath. The black lace panties were almost too much and I almost ended my night right there. The bulge in my boxers was far passed evident.

I pulled the shorts to her knees and buried my face at the moist lace covered mound. She pushed my head into her as she let out a soft groan.

“Those come down, too.” she explained.

I thanked her for that fact and obliged.

I don’t know why she always had black pubes in my fantasy, but I was proven wrong. I carressed escort istanbul her silky dark blonde hair as my fingers dares to explore the tiny pink slit. She emitted more closed mouth groans as I rubbed my dick against my makeshift deck. I spread her delicate flesh with two fingers and just wanted to stare into it all night, amazed at how small it all was.

My finger searched for her hole in vain she grabbed my hand and guided me. I pushed my finger halfway into her and felt like I was putting a hole through a block of microwaved hardware putty. My other hand clutched her foot. At least she knew where to put her toes. I worked my tongue between all of her toes and the arches of her feet as she flipped her hips wildly on the deck.

Her hand reached and started stroking my cock beneath my shorts.

“Gawd!’ she said. ‘Just what in the hell do you think you are gonna do with that thing?”

“Anything I want, just like you said.”

She mumbled some nonsense about not knowing if she could handle my inches, but I shut her up quickly as her tiny hole swallowed the rest of my finger. She begged to me fuck her and started talking like I had never heard any woman, but I was having too much fun to blow my good time in a couple of frustrated spurts.

I turned her over and admired the pale white ass I had always dreamed of, only guessing what it looked like under various garments over the past few years. I bit into one of the hemisphere’s of her ass until she let out an excitred squeal. I then cupped my hands under her midrift and pulled her onto her knees.

“Whoa. No man has ever seen me like this.” she said.

“Why?”

“I just don’t do this.” she stated very matter of factly.

I told her to shut her mouth as I crept under her and put my tongue to work on her thick outer lips. She collapsed on me after a few minutes, but I was not bothered by the fear of suffication as I lapped my way into her tasty middle. Her moans changed as I tongue fucked her barely visible pussy. My five O’ clock shadow was soaked by her nectar like juices as I turned her onto her back once more.

“That’s just weird!” she said.

“No, you’ve just never had a man.”

I slid my throbbing cock into her slowly, her mouth agape as she was trying to sustain breathing and not make any obvious noise. I pulled all the way out of her so I could repeat the process. I only got three or four times in before she covered beykoz escort her mouth in a muffled groan and her sugary walls and hips twitched uncontrollably. I gave her a final thrust and sprayed into her sweet thing. Cum overflowed and spilled over my shaft onto the deck as she simply didn’t have room for it all.

April turned to her side and continued to train her breathing back to normal.

“I can’t believe we did this.” she said sadly.

“But you did. And you wanted to.”

“I know. It’s just wrong. You’re married to my sister.” she whined.

“Nice detective work. You loved it. Now I’m hooked. You have no idea what you have done.”

I slithered against her and wedged my cock between the cheeks of her white ass. I layed there, enjoying her warmth and my adventures in her once forbidden zone.

“No one can ever find out.” she said.

“Don’t be stupid. No one will. But this isn’t the end of this. By no means.”

I inched my way into her soaked cunt again as I grabbed her platinum blonde hair and forced me to look into my eyes. Her glazed green eyes disappeared into her head each time I moved inside her. I spoke to her each time I pumped my selfish prick into her.

“Now. You take your drunk ass to the couch and go to sleep. Don’t be frightened when I come knocking in the night though.”

“Haaaah! What do you mean?” she groaned.

“Anything.’ I shoved into her as deeply as I could. “A nibble at your ass, my dick across your cheek, anything….and you won’t make a noise. Will you?”

“N-No.” April sighed as I pulled out again.

I had to explain several trips to my wife as I left the bed during the night. One excuse was powerful thirst. I did something else to April on each trip to the kitchen. To my surprise, she had hidden the panties and only wore her shorts for easier access. Little did I know what I was turning her into or what was dormant demon was about to emerge from her seemingly harmless, tight little body. We would have more adventures, each time I was burying myself into a dark tunnel of trouble I never thought possible. I soon found that nothing was secret and one could never get away with anything in this world.

April waited one week before she knocked on my door and flashed the dangerous, impish grin of hers. She had brought a Monopoly board and told me she was going to teach me by her rules while her sister was at work. She insisted on being the dog and had improvised rules about hotels, collateral and property which ended in a tragedy I will soon tell.

END

The first intallment of this is true, with the next ones being loosely based on fact. Somehow, I hope you like.

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Ashley , Alexis Ch. 04

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Alexis tried through the week to get her mind off what she now was about to do. She wondered how it would feel, how she would react, and more. Would it feel better to have two cocks in her instead of just one? Which two holes would they want to use? And perhaps the biggest question – just who were these guys and where was Ashley finding them? Hopefully, they were at least attractive guys.

She had never done anything like that before – let someone else pick out her sex partner. The idea was so erotic, yet so slutty. Based on her conversation with Ashley, it seemed like she was just going to find a couple willing guys, explain the situation, and Alexis would walk in to two guys that she had never seen before, ready to tear into her.

It made her nervous, but excited, too. She liked the idea, she just thought it was extremely slutty. For Alexis, it made her a little tense, and there was only one thing that seemed to relieve that tension – throwing open that window and letting the guys watch her as she gave herself a huge orgasm. She really was starting to love doing that.

On Thursday, as Alexis walked back from class, she noticed a few guys huddled around one of their friends. They were talking and laughing and exclaiming loudly. She knew a couple of the guys from her composition class, so she stepped over to them to see what the fuss was about – probably some lame thing on Twitter or something – but at least it would take her mind off the upcoming weekend for a few seconds.

“Hey guys,” she said.

“Oh hi, Alexis. What’s up?”

“I was going to ask you guys that.”

“Oh, well, some girl – Kyle here has a room that faces the girls’ floor in one of the dorms. There’s this girl that keeps opening the blinds and – well – she’s naked, like she wants to be seen or something. Here, check this out.”

The guys handed Alexis a phone. On the screen she could see a video of a girl – her – fucking herself like crazy with a dildo, blinds open, wanting to be watched. Some bastard had taken a video of her!

“Who is this?” She asked. The guys shrugged. Whew, she thought. They didn’t recognize her. “Wow,” she muttered, handing the phone back. She wanted to say “what a slut,” but she was sure she would never hear the end of that comment if anyone ever realized it was her. Numbly she said goodbye and walked back to her dorm, heart pounding.

“Fine,” she thought. “These guys want a show, I’ll give them a show.” The fact that someone had actually made a video of her was dumbfounding her. She was embarrassed, yes, but she was getting wet too at the thought of being seen like that. She knew what she had to do.

After dinner that night, Alexis began to make preparations. She set her chair up again, facing the window. Taking a large scarf out of her closet, she draped it over the chair, and placed her dildo on the seat. Alexis removed all her clothes, opened the blind and turned around so the guys could not see her face, and tied the scarf around her eyes and even her nose. The scarf, serving as a blindfold, did two things – first, the guys would not be able to tell for sure who it was, and second, she would not be able to tell just how many people were watching her.

Alexis sat down in her chair and picked up the dildo, fumbling a little as she did, because she couldn’t see through the scarf. At first, she put the dildo in her mouth, getting it all wet with saliva as she ran her fingers over her glistening, swelling pussy. “Here we go,” she thought.

A sudden wave of arousal washed over Alexis, and she forced the dildo to the back of her throat. She gagged a little. Perfect. Slipping two fingers into her pussy, she began to finger herself as she forced the dildo into her mouth, a little deeper with each thrust, moaning, needing to be used. Fingering and sucking harder, she moaned again.

It wasn’t long before Alexis replaced her fingers with the dildo, using her other hand to force the dildo into her pussy as she licked her fingers clean. “Ohhhh, yes, I’m a slut,” she moaned. “Watch me.” Another wave of intense arousal hit her as she thought about the fact that she had no idea how many people might be watching. It could be dozens, and she had no idea – all watching her naked, fucking herself for them, taking pictures and videos.

“Ohhhh, yes, take my picture,” she moaned. “Make a slutty video. Use me. Jack off to me!” She had the dildo all the way in her pussy now. Caught up in the moment, Alexis became even more turned on, and suddenly, she wanted more – she wanted it in the ass.

Alexis stretched her legs, raising them high in the air and forcing them back near her head as she sat in the chair. Her ass was now exposed to the guys watching as well as she continued to pound her pussy with the dildo. “If only I had another dildo,” she thought. She wanted something to push up her little asshole, but what? Her fingers, of course, were the obvious answer, but we’re they big enough, or did she want something more cock-sized?

Alexis stood up, knowing maslak escort she could find something to use in her room. As she turned away from the window, she lifted her blindfold just enough to see what might be available. She thought about her hairbrush, the handle end, a small lotion bottle, and then she saw it. A plastic water bottle, one that she had started to drink from a few days ago and didn’t come close to finishing, sat on her desk.

It was a pint bottle, long and narrow, the kind that the flavored sparkling water always seems to be sold in at the pharmacy or grocery store. She grabbed the bottle and some lotion and slid the blindfold down again, clumsily making her way back to her chair. Could she fit that in her ass? It was a little thicker than a cock, but as aroused as she was, she had to try it.

Alexis slathered the bottle in lotion as she hiked her legs up again and put two fingers into her ass to warm up, her fingers covered in lotion as well. They slid into her ass without a problem, eliciting a moan from the slut at the window. She was shaking from excitement knowing what she was about to do. Finally, her ass stretched by her fingers, she picked up the bottle, almost sitting on her back in the chair with her knees near her face. “You want a show?” She said aloud, “then watch this.”

Alexis placed the bottle at her asshole and slowly pushed, not really getting anywhere. She turned the bottle around, trying the neck end first, and slipped the cap into her tight ass. Her body was fighting back, trying to reject the object, but Alexis only got more desperate and horny, imagining that she had quite the audience across the way, and just forced it more.

Slowly, the bottle began to disappear into her stretched asshole. It took her almost a minute, it seemed, to get the bottle in up to the end of the short, fat neck, but she knew once her ass had given up and accepted the girth of the object, the rest would be easy. Her ass was on fire, burning, stretched as far as she could imagine. It really did seem like an ultimate test.

Alexis felt the bottle slide deeper into her ass, and as she felt it, she succumbed to her desires, forcing it in farther, deeper, harder. Soon, all but a couple inches were inside her, and at that moment, she had won the war against her stretched, burning asshole. It hurt, worse than she expected, but either she didn’t care or she actually started to enjoy it, knowing it was making her look like a true slut to her audience. Slowly but deliberately, she began to fuck her little asshole with the bottle, moving it in and out, back and forth, moaning in both agony and ecstasy.

There was only one more thing for her to do. Alexis took the dildo in her other hand and returned it to its rightful position, pushing it deep within her pussy. The feeling of the bottle in her ass and the dildo in her pussy at the same time gave her pleasure unlike any she had ever experienced. She furiously used the dildo, used the bottle, stuffing her tight holes and feeling every sensation that she could.

“Ohhhh, yes, watch me fuck my ass – watch me fuck my pussy,” she whispered, imagining a horde of onlookers. She didn’t know how big her audience was, but she imagined it had grown as large as ever by this point. Fantasizing, she imagined guys taking pictures of her from their rooms, taking videos, watching the little whore that she was savagely use her fuckholes for pleasure, wanting to be watched, wishing it would never end.

Alexis imagined the guys in rooms by themselves stroking their cocks beneath the cover of the windowsill as they stretched their necks to get as close as possible to the slut that held their attention so well. She took it up the ass for them, wanting, needing to be watched, to be used by them.

The slut she was becoming, alexis continued the show, slowing down when she felt herself reaching the beginning of an orgasm, wanting it to continue, not wanting to end the pleasure or the show she was putting on – not that an orgasm would have stopped her. And then, finally, it happened. Alexis erupted into a shuddering, trembling orgasm, her legs shaking above her head as she thrust the bottle into her ass as deep as she could, leaving it there, feeling the pressure of the object as it seemed to grind against the dildo inside of her.

“Ohhhhhh, fuck yes! Yes! Yesssss I’m cumming! Ohhhhh yes watch me!” She moaned loudly, unable to contain herself. She waited as the sensation tore into her, frozen, almost unable to move due to the intense spasms that gripped her whole body.

As soon as it was over, Alexis found herself gently fucking her holes again, sliding the objects in and out, felling the pleasure and the sensation again. She was going to make sure this was a real show this time. She continued to fuck herself, building her arousal as she did, imagining again the many guys that must be watching by now.

It didn’t take Alexis nearly as long to reach a second orgasm. This one hit her out of nowhere, like üsküdar escort a freight train. She had been thinking of the guys watching, but as soon as she thought of her sister, and fantasizes about her watching, an orgasm came on extremely fast. She shuddered and shook again, moaning, unable to form words. This time, she continued to move the objects inside her holes as she came.

“Ohhhh, y – yessss, ohhhhh, ohhhhh!” She moaned.

Alexis wanted one more good, shuddering, rocking orgasm, and she tried to take her time building up to it. She took the dildo out of her pussy, licking it clean before ramming it into the back of her throat, wondering what sort of reaction the guys would have to that maneuver. In a minute, her throat felt raw and used, and she removed the dildo and stretched her pussy with it again.

“Ohhhh, watch me,” she moaned. “Watch me fuck myself, all of you. I’m giving you a show! I want all of you to watch me, and see me naked and fucking my pussy and my ass! Please just watch me, it gets me off – it makes me cum – I need it, ohhhhh, I need to be watched, and to know that you are all taking pictures and making videos and showing them to everyone you know! I need to be the slut that lets everyone use her to jack off – I need to show off my body and I need to be watched while I fuck myself, ohhhh!”

Alexis continued to moan and say those words as she moved the bottle and the dildo in rhythm. All of the sudden, she stood, turned around, and turned the chair 90 degrees to the side, propping one knee on it as she let her audience watch her from behind. Soon after her third orgasm came as she let the guys watch her fucking her ass in a new position.

“Ohhhh, yes I love fucking my ass for you – ohhhhh, I want you all to use me, and see me, and – and – one at a time, fuck my dirty little ass and use my pussy!” It was strange; before, she had only fantasized about being watched, but now, the horny little slut she was becoming, she actually wanted them all to have sex with her. In a moment like that, she knew that she would have let them if they were within reach. She came violently, again, shaking hard until she collapsed on the floor.

After what seemed like hours, Alexis stood. She thought she might have had a fourth orgasm as she laid on the floor touching herself, but she wasn’t sure. She removed the bottle from her ass, her gaping hole near the window for all to see, the dildo having been already removed from her pussy. She reached for the blinds, her tits pressing up against the window as she did so. Exhausted, humiliated, and satisfied, Alexis pulled down the blinds and took off her scarf, and peeking through the crack in the blinds, she could see roughly thirty guys had been watching. Wow, she thought. Soon after, still horny, she was falling asleep on her bed, exhausted.

She awoke once that night, fingering herself furiously to yet another orgasm. It was like a fountain that couldn’t be turned off – she just couldn’t control herself anymore. All her slutty behaviors, all her fantasies came to the forefront as she pounded away. Her ass felt strange; she couldn’t explain it. It had really been used good. She had the sensation that nature might be calling – or was it just raw? She licked her finger and inserted it into her tight hole, which readily accepted it.

After she came again, Alexis tried to force herself back asleep, finger in her ass and all, wanting to feel the humiliation that would come from having a finger in her ass for the rest of the night.

She awoke in the morning, still naked. She felt like a dirty whore, her finger smelled like ass. She wasn’t sure how long it stayed in, but it was no longer in her ass when she woke up. Alexis felt violated, humiliated, and of course, horny. What was wrong with her? She wondered aloud why she liked doing those things to herself so much. Quickly taking a shower, Alexis just couldn’t help herself as she dressed. She threw on the half shirt Ashley had made her walk home in the other day, and a jacket and a pair of jeans over her bra and panties, and put on a pair of shoes and went to class.

Yes, she was showing skin. Alexis was still horny and it showed. She just couldn’t escape now, she had been aroused for hours on end, almost a whole day, with no end in sight. Perhaps, she was finally starting to understand why Ashley acted the way she did – always willing to have sex with just about anyone, it seemed – always willing to show off more of her body than any decent girl would dare expose.

She sat in two classes, feeling a few eyes on her, unable to cover herself, and unable to relieve the tension that had built inside of her. “So, this is how it feels to be a slut,” she thought.

After class, Alexis did her best to try to get her mind off her needs. Tomorrow night would be her threesome, and she could manage to wait until then to find relief from her urges. Reading, watching television, and eating, she tried her best to get her mind off of sex. It worked bjk escort for a while, and then as soon as she lost her focus it would come rushing back – her need to be watched, to be used, to be fucked.

Alexis tossed and turned in bed that night. Part of her wanted to throw the blinds open again and fuck herself, this time with no cover for her face. Another part of her wanted to do it outside, in the middle of campus. Yet another part of her wanted to walk out half naked and find the first willing guy she could, and bring him back to her room. She thought about trying to go over to the guys’ dorm and find someone, anyone, to give her what she needed.

Every few minutes, it seemed like, she would start to touch herself through her clothes and then soon after, when she was just starting to feel pleasure, call it off. She didn’t really know what kept her from doing a my of those things. Was she finally coming to her senses, pushing away her fantasies, choosing safety and sanity instead? Was she finally realizing that part of her didn’t want complete exposure and humiliation?

Finally, Alexis woke up the next morning. The day of her planned threesome had arrived, and she was going to force herself not to do anything sexual until then. The day went by slowly, Alexis trying not to think about what lay ahead. She wanted it now, yes – she had accepted that she was going to do it and she knew she would like it. Still, part of it was a little frightening to her – two guys at once! Surely that was crossing some sore of line that took her from being a sexy girl that liked to show off a little to being a complete slut.

Finally, Ashley texted her, asking her to meet at her place. Alexis gathered a few things and, taking a deep breath, set out on her way, knowing what Ashley had in store for her.

Ashley opened the door wearing only a bikini top and a pair of ridiculously short shorts, unbuttoned and folded down, her bikini bottoms peeking out, her belly button ring glistening in the light.

“Ashley, what are you wearing? Seriously?” Alexis said, astonished yet again, but smiling at her nonetheless.

“Well, someone had to get the guys hard for you,” she said. Looking behind her sister, Alexis could see that there were two guys sitting on the couch. Neither was ugly, but only one of them was really attractive.

“This is Andrew,” Ashley said, pointing at the better looking of the two, “and this is Garrett. I was just in the middle of giving them a lap dance, want to watch, or join in?” Alexis just stared.

“So, I hear you’re the fresh meat tonight,” Garrett said. “Not bad, Ashley! Your little sister has a body on her.”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Alexis said, red-faced. She wasn’t used to making small talk with the guys before she got fucked – at least not recently.

“Want to get a better look at that body?” Ashley said, clicking a button on a remote to start some dance music as she tugged at the bottom of Alexis’ top. She raised her arms and the top came off quickly, leaving Alexis visibly wearing only a bra and jeans. Already she was beginning to get turned on, aroused by the looks of approval she got as the guys looked over their playmate for the evening.

Soon, Ashley was unbuttoning her sister’s jeans and pulling them down, giving the guys a good view of her black lace thong that she had picked out for the occasion. Alexis stood nervously, allowing her body to be evaluated by the two guys. It was one thing to show off to random people, she thought, but when you knew you were going to have sex with someone, especially two guys she had just met, it felt a little different.

Ashley followed suit, taking off her shorts, now wearing only a bikini. She got down on all fours as Alexis watched and crawled over to the guys on the couch. Slowly she crawled on top of Garrett, who was still sitting on the couch, and began to grind her bikini-clad ass into his crotch as Alexis looked on.

“You can touch me, you know,” Ashley practically begged as she felt his prick rise in his pants. “It isn’t a strip club!” She felt his hands grab her hips almost immediately as she moved to the beat of the music. “And Alexis, I don’t know what you’re waiting on – you know why these guys are here! I’m just helping warm them up for you!”

Alexis slowly walked over to Andrew, nervously stepping forward in her lace thong and bra. She looked at him nervously for a long moment, knowing what she had to do, but wanting to put it off as long as possible. Looking over, she saw Ashley grinding hard on Garret’s lap, shaking her slutty ass for him and moving his right hand from her hip to her bikini, giving him a feel of her pussy through her bikini.

“Come on, Alexis, I brought them here for you! You’ll like this if you just give it a chance,” said Ashley. Reluctantly, Alexis turned around and climbed on top of Andrew, who didn’t need to be told he could feel her up any way he wanted.

Soon Alexis was grinding on him, moving her hips to the music, and Andrew cupped his left hand over her left breast as he caressed her stomach and hip with his right. Before she knew it, Alexis began to enjoy feeling his cock stiffen, and began to want to feel like the slut that she knew she longed to be in these moments of sexual tension.

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Another Sexual Surprise

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(This is a description of my experiencing continued surprises in my sexual exploits and is a sequel to ‘Sexual Surprises’ earlier submitted under erotic couplings)

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In the college we have to take up project work to gain experience in handling realistic projects. A major part of this involves doing literature research and writing a thesis. Our project team had two members that included a girl classmate, Penny. We were writing the report and for this we decided to work undisturbed at her home rather than my hostel room. While my first two visits were eventless, the next visit turned out to be a pleasant surprise.

Penny used to live with her elder sister, a divorcee. While we were busy in our work, she used to look after us by serving tea and snacks. It was quite natural for Penny and me to joke around and in the process become physically nearer to the extent of holding hands or embracing. I did realize that Penny’s sister did not object to it and in fact showed more than usual interest in making us, rather me, comfortable. She had been divorced a little over one year back. Penny had told me that for the last six months she missed the company of her husband and she used to look forward to our joint session.

During the third visit when we completed one chapter, Penny suddenly kissed me in celebrating this milestone. It was a short peck but it did kindle a desire between us. I took her face in hand and gave a long kiss that was not resisted at all. I did not realize that Penny’s sister was watching us. She smiled and said, “It is nice to see two lovers kissing. I miss my own dating days.” She excused herself to go and make tea for us. This encouraged me further and I again kissed Penny and pulled her to my lap. I put my hand inside her tank top to play with her breasts. She was not wearing a bra and I had noticed this when she bent down to pick up something from the floor. I started to caress her smooth medium size breasts one by one. I held her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and gave them slight pinching pressure. This caused her to sigh deeply. She started to again kiss me on my neck and below the earlobe. I increased the pressure on her nipples that resulted in a light as she kept her eyes closed. I kissed her on lips, eyes, cheek and the entire face indicating my deep desire to make love to her. I did not care to stop even when Penny’s sister returned with tea and snacks for the three of us.

Suddenly Penny’s sister remarked, “It is unfair for the two of you to have so much fun without caring about me.” I responded by inviting her to join in the fun and pulled her to us by holding her around her waist. She did not struggle and put her hands on my face and kissed me deeply. As we disengaged she remarked, “This is my first kiss in over one year. I think Penny would not mind to share you as my date for the day. After all we are sisters.” escort bayan I smiled at her but did not say anything but Penny jumped up from my lap pulled me up with her and put my hands around her sister. I needed no further signal and hugged her sister and kissed her everywhere on her face repeatedly. It is obvious that these kisses had rekindled the sexual desire in her. She responded by tongue kissing me. All this time Penny was embracing me from behind and also extended her hand to unzip my pant and started to play with my cock that was already in a state of very high excitement although had only half extended so far due to it being confined within my pants.

Simultaneously she had lifted the skirt of her sister so that as my cock attained full extension she could press its tip to the pussy of her sister through the thin panty.

Things moved so fast after this as our natural instincts took charge. I pulled her panties down without stopping my kisses even for a moment. I then lifted one of her leg up to balance it on the chair and thus got an access to her pussy for my hungry cock. I pushed her back to the table next to the chair making her bum to partially rest on it. This enabled me to pull both of her legs around me. Penny had already pulled down my pants and underwear and was continuing to play with my cock while kissing me under the ear thus making it impossible for me to restrain myself any further from fucking her sister. As I entered her Penny’s sister cried out part in pain because of the large gap since she had last had her sex and also as the entrance to her cunt was not fully lubricated and partly due to the pleasure it was giving her. I commenced the in out motion and kissed her lips. I pulled open her top and moved my one hand to caress her boobs that were bigger than Penny but still firm and smooth.

I pressed her nipples a number of times. She responded with equal eagerness and was pushing her bum to meet my thrusts. I could feel that the yearlong suppressed sexual desire had opened up in her with such a vigour that I had to pump in my cock in her cunt with almost hurting force to satisfy her desire to be fucked. She seemed to have orgasm a couple of times but did not stop her own thrust until I reached my zenith and cried that I cannot hold any longer. She virtually shouted, “Don’t stop. Keep fucking and fill me with your cum”. We were oblivious of the presence of Penny during this period and I gave a few final thrusts and ejaculated with full force to fill her deep cunt with hot cum. Penny now pulled my face towards her and kissed my lips as if she was thanking me for the relief I had given her sister.

We sat down in the state as we were and had snacks and tea even though it had become cold without our realizing it as our minds were still occupied with what had just happened. It was a funny gathering. Penny’s sister tuzla escort was naked, I was naked below the waist and only the top of Penny was open. Penny’s sister then got up and came to Penny and pulled her top and skirt. Penny was wearing a pink panty. She then took off my shirt and pulled away my pants and underwear that were gathered around my ankle. She got down on her knees in front of me and started to suck the few drops of cum from my slightly limp cock. This attention as well as the first look at almost naked Penny had the desired effect on my cock. I pulled Penny near us and started to kiss her with lot of passion. Penny’s sister got up to hold Penny from behind as I bent down to kiss Penny’s pussy from top of her panties. I slowly pulled her pink panties down continuing my kisses from top gradually down to her now uncovered pussy. I then started to kiss her cunt after spending a minute to see it minutely as if to copy it in my mind. She responded by extending her both hands to hold my head pressed to her pussy. In the mean while Penny’s sister pressed her body to Penny from behind and started to play with her naked breasts and nipple. All this made Penny reach an orgasm.

As she jerked and became tense, I got up and picking her up in my arms I laid her down on the nearby carpet. Once she regained her breath I asked her whether she was still a virgin. To which the reply came from Penny’s sister that her husband had deflowered her when he was drunk. She ensured that he did not touch her again. I kissed Penny all over her body and finally sat down between her legs and put the tip of my already extended and hard cock at the entrance of her pussy that was already lubricated by the orgasm that she had just achieved. She smiled and I assured her that I would be very careful and not hurt her. I then commenced to fuck her and satisfy what I, and probably she also, dreamed about all throughout our close interaction during the project work. It was a slow loving fuck. Every stroke was a deep thrust in slow motion. The tempo was increased gradually until Penny shouted out, “faster, faster” as she was getting near to another orgasm. Penny’s sister was kissing her nipples and simultaneously fingering herself indicating that she needed to be fucked more. We all reached almost together to our orgasm, although I pulled out my cock to spread the cum on Penny’s stomach and public hair as I was not sure of her protection. However Penny’s sister pulled the cock in her mouth and sucked away the rest of my cum.

After some rest we showered, we had our dinner. We sat together on a sofa in the drawing room to enjoy a movie on the DVD player. The movie had quite a few scenes of lesbian love. I had seen Penny’s sister sucking Penny’s nipples while I was fucking her. I also observed that Penny was also playing with her elder sister’s boobs while we were having sex. This findikzade esc encouraged me to ask Penny’s sister to give an exhibition of lesbian love in person with her younger sister. While she showed some surprise it did not indicate shock. Penny on the other hand smiled to hear my suggestion. I prevailed upon them to agree for my ‘viewing pleasure’. We retired to the bedroom. I occupied a chair next to the bed. While Penny was wearing a top and jeans, her sister was only having a housecoat on. She took the initiative and pulled up the top from her sister to uncover her breasts, as she was not wearing anything underneath. She then started to kiss her on lips. Penny willingly surrendered and then pulled away her sister’s gown to make her naked, as she was not wearing anything underneath. The look of naked elder sister and topless Penny had the desired effect on my cock. I started to play with it from top of my boxers. The elder sister started to kiss Penny’s breasts all around and also hold her nipples one by one in her mouth. This made Penny to shiver and press her sister’s face on to her breasts with one hand and play with her sister’s breasts with the other. The elder sister pushed Penny on to the bed and pulled down her jeans. Here again Penny was not wearing anything underneath and gave a glorious view of her pussy. The elder sister now started to kiss Penny all over moving slowly to her stomach, navel, public hair and finally her cunt. Each movement down made Penny to show her rising excitement. As she started to play with her cunt and suck her clit, Penny had a strong orgasm. Her elder sister hungrily sucked in her juices.

This exhibition had made my cock hungry for action. I mounted behind the elder sister while she had her mouth buried in Penny’s cunt. I slapped my enlarged cock on her cunt and asshole that was exposed high and wide as she was bent on her sister. I applied the juices that were flowing even from the elder sister’s cunt on the head of my cock and slowly entered her cunt from behind. This made her squirm with delight. I straightway started to pump my cock in and out due to the urgency of release and also as she herself was on the verge of release of her tension through orgasm of her own. Penny opened her eyes and seeing what I was up to, started to press her sister to her own cunt and further pulled out the two halves of her sister’s ass to enable me to have an easier access. I pushed in and out with increased speed. The elder sister restarted to eat her younger sisters pussy. With an orchestra of cries and sighs we three almost simultaneously came and released our load. I filled the elder sister’s cunt with my cum, she showered her juices on my cock and spilled over to wet my public hair while Penny filled her sister’s mouth once again with her juices.

We were so spent that we had no energy to get up and wash. I just rearranged the two sisters to lie on either side with their heads on my shoulder, their one breast each on my chest, their one hand each holding my currently limp cock and their one leg each on my thighs- a perfectly symmetrical geometrical shape of a man and two women in embrace.

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So zogen sich nun die Wochen und Monate hin. Lea war jetzt mit Phil zusammen. Und da er von ihr Keuschheit verlangte, trug sie nun einen pinkfarbenen Peniskäfig aus Plastik. Den Schlüssel für das Schloss hatte natürlich Phil.

Lea meinte, dass es am Anfang schmerzhaft gewesen sei, da sie ständig einen Steifen bekam.

Aber jetzt könnte sie sehr gut damit leben.

Und ich. Naja, so fünf bis sechs Mal wurde ich in der Woche benutzt, doch auch ich selbst übte mich in Enthaltsamkeit. Eine gute Sissy spritzt nicht ab. Nur wenn es der Mann verlangt. Und das waren meistens Boris, Willy und Ali.

Und in der Uni lief es so vor sich hin. Bis kurz vor den Weihnachtsfeiertagen in der Mensa. Wieder einmal war kaum ein Platz frei und ich fragte eine Frau, ob ich mich zu ihr setzen dürfte.

Denn man weiß ja nie. Sie trug eine hell-beige Burka und schneeweißes Kopftuch und Schleier. Und so war sie bis auf ihre dunkelbraunen Augen verhüllt. Was mich nur irritierte war ihr Hüftgürtel mit einer Goldschnalle und ihren extrem hohen High Heels mit Leopardenmuster.

Und als sie es mir gestattete und dann richtig in ihre Augen sah, war ich hin und weg. Für einen Nano-Moment wünschte ich wieder männlich zu sein.

„Hallo, ich bin Fatima.”: sagte die Hübsche. Erst jetzt viel mir ihre Oberweite auf. Auf Körbchengrösse C kam sie mit Sicherheit.

„Äh…ich..äh.. bin Lara.”: stotterte ich zurück.

Ihre Augen hatten mich in den Bann gezogen. Fatima hatte ihre Augen so weit mit einem Eyeliner gezogen. Das man meinte Kleopatra würde einem gegenüber sitzen.

Ich fand es auch unheimlich interessant wie sie mit Schleier essen und trinken konnte. Das war etwas von Stil und Klasse.

Wir unterhielten uns über alles mögliche. Ihr gefielen, meine Fingernägel, die sehr passend zu meinen langen, schmalen Finger waren.

Sie nahm eine Hand von mir in ihre und streichelte darüber. Und es hat irgendwie ~Zoom~ gemacht.

„Hat eine sehr gute Freundin mir gemacht. Sie hat ein Nagelstudio.”

„Toll, du musst mir mal ihre Adresse geben. Du bist wirklich eine sehr schöne Frau.”

Mir stockte der Atem. Klar, dieses Lob hob mich gefühlte zwanzig Zentimeter über den Boden.

Aber seitdem ich als Sissy lebte hatte ich einen Wahrheitsdrang.

„Ähm, Fatima. Entschuldigung, dass ich dir das sagen muss. Aber ich will dich nicht anlügen.”

Mir wurde heiß und kalt. Ich erwartete nun einen arabischen Aufstand. Laut mit viel Gezeter. Aber da musste ich nun durch.

„Fatima, ich bin keine echte Frau. Ich bin Transgender.”

Ich erwartete nun den Vulkanausbruch. Sekunden vergingen, Fatima hielt noch immer meine Hand.

„Och, Transgender bist du. Ist das etwas anderes als eine Sissy oder Transe?”: sagte sie in einem ganz ruhigen Tonfall und sie hielt weiterhin meine Hand.

Nun war ich völlig überfordert und über ihre Reaktion überrascht.

„Aber ich glaube, ich muss auch eine perfekte Frau darstellen. Da es dir nicht aufgefallen ist.”

Wieder ratterte mein Hirn und kam auf kein schlüssiges Ergebnis.

Fatima schüttelte ihren Kopf und an ihren dunklen Augen erkannte ich, dass sie lächelte.

„Ich bin auf keine geborene Frau. Sondern so wie du.”

Mir fielen die Augen aus dem Kopf.

„Du bist mir schon beim ersten Mal aufgefallen. Keine Muschi-Frau bewegt ihren kleinen, süßen Po beim Laufen, so wie du. Und zieht sich so sexy an.”

„Äh..ja. Das hat man mir schon gesagt. Aber warum bist du so angezogen?”

„Ganz einfach. Hierunter erkennt mich keiner. Denn im Gegensatz zu dir. Würde meine Familie mich erschlagen, weil ich ihre dumme Ehre verletzt habe.”

Ungläubig schüttelte ich nun den Kopf. Wie konnte ich sie übersehen all die Zeit haben?

Nun kamen wir richtig ins Gespräch. Sie fragte mich aus und ich sie. Wobei ich aufgrund ihres Glaubens mich mit direkten Fragen zurück hielt.

Aber Fatima plauderte direkt und frei.

„Was ist mit deinem Schniedel? Willst du das wegmachen lassen?”

„Noch voll funktionstüchtig und nein, derzeit bleibt er dran.”

„Und, deine Brüste? Willst du da was machen?”

„Ich arbeite daran. Zur Zeit ist in dem Wachstum ein gewisser Stillstand.”

„Ach,Hormonbehandlung?”

„Eher nur Anti-Baby-Pille. Und wie ist das bei dir? Deine Oberweite kann doch nicht echt sein.”

„Ein entfernter Verwandter ist Fleisch-Designer und hat sie mir kostengünstig gemacht.”

Was heißt kostengünstig?”

„Naja, zwei Vergrößerungen, Nase und Wangenknochen für 3000,- plus mal nett zu ihm sein.”

„Wie nett? Inzest?”

„Das sehe ich nicht so. Er ist von meinem Urgroßvater, dessen Bruder, der Enkel. Außerdem ist er der Einzige der mich versteht.”

Wir sprachen so viel und intensiv, dass ich eine Vorlesung verpasste.

„Wir wär’s wenn wir uns mal heute Abend treffen? Du kommst zu mir und trinken einen Tee. Ich finde dich unheimlich interessant.”: hauchte sie.

„Klar können wir machen. Ich möchte dich auch näher kennen lernen.”

Und so ging ich am Abend zu ihr hin. An der Tür empfing escort bayan şişli sie mich. Mein Gott, was für eine Hübsche!! Denn anstatt ihre Burka zu tragen, hatte sie so etwas wie für einen Bauchtanz an.

In schillernden Grün mit goldenen Kettchen. Einen knappen Bra, so dass ihre Brüste fast oben raus fielen. Man konnte den Ansatz ihres Vorhofs schon sehen. Ein knappes Höschen und einen funkelnden, grünen Stein im Bauchnabel. Dazu trug sie einen hauchdünnen Umhang und transparenten Schleier. An ihren schmalen Füßen hatte sie nichts. Ich fühlte mich wie in 1000 unter einer Nacht.

Ich sah nun ihre langen, gewellten, pechschwarzen Haare und Fatima hatte unendlich lange Beine.

Wirklich ein Traumbody. Ein wenig Neid kam in mir auf.

Auch sah ich nun ihre Gesichtszüge, die im Gegensatz zu mir, absolut weiblich waren, mit ihrer kleinen, spitzen Nase und vollen Lippen.

„Komm rein. Mir wird kalt an den Füßen.”

Ich ging hinein und ein süßlicher, zimtartiger Duft stieg mir in die Nase. Und als Fatima vor mir herging, sah es aus als würde sie über die dicken Teppiche schweben.

Ihr geräumiges Wohnzimmer war hell eingerichtet und ich nahm Platz auf ihrem großen hellgrünen, samtbezogenen Sofa. Kurze Zeit später brachte Fatima auch schon den Tee. Doch meine Blicke waren auf ihr Dekolleté gerichtet. Ich fragte mich wann ihre Brüste den arabischen Frühling feiern wollten und ausbrachen.

Groß und sehr fest sahen sie aus. Und in ihrem Höschen sah man eine kleine Beule.

Ich konnte mich nicht mehr zurückhalten. Wir quasselten schon über eine Stunde und ihre Brüste zogen mich immer mehr in den Bann. Und endlich kamen wir auf ihre Brust-OP zu sprechen.

„Die sehen unheimlich fest aus, wie fühlen die sich an?”: fragte ich etwas schüchtern.

„Süße, ich dachte du fragst gar nicht mehr. Willst du mal fü..hlen?”

Fatima hatte den Satz noch nicht ganz ausgesprochen, da klebten meine Hände auch schon an ihren Titten. Warm, weich, fest und groß.

„Mashallah Amiraty. Du gehst aber ran. Ich wollte eigentlich das Oberteil noch ausziehen.”

Und während sie die Haken vom Bra löste, packte ich ihre Titten mit dem bräunlichen Teint aus. Ihre Vorhöfe dunkelbraun mit zwei harten Knospen. Es zog meine Lippen dorthin und Sekunden später saugte ich daran, wie ein hungriges Baby an Mamas Milchtüten.

Fatima ließ sich meine Liebkosung nur zu gerne gefallen.

„MMMHH Ja. Machst du das gut.”

Ich hatte schon einige Brüste zwischen den Lippen, aber keine waren so groß und ich könnte mich auch täuschen, aber ich hatte einen süßlichen Geschmack auf der Zunge.

„Gefallen sie dir?”

„Und wie! Die schönsten Dinger die ich je gesehen habe. Welche Größe sind die?”

„D, jeweils 627 Gramm pro Stück.”

Und als ich ihre Titten sanft streichelte, bemerkte ich auf der Unterseite zwei kleine Narben. So sind also die Silikonkissen eingesetzt worden. Bei Vanida wurden die Brustwarzen abgenommen und darunter die Beutel eingesetzt.

Und auch ihr sahen die Brüste echt aus. Nicht von der Form, denn bei Fatima sah man zwei Bälle. Kein Busen dieser Welt war so geformt. Ich meinte eher die Symmetrie ihrer Zitzen. Beide gleich nach vorne gerichtet.

Und während ich noch fasziniert an ihren Titten hing, öffnete Fatima die Knöpfe meiner Hose.

Erst jetzt löste ich mich von ihren wunderbaren Brust.

Schnell flogen meine Pumps und Hose in die Ecke und ich sah, dass die kleine Beule in Fatimas Höschen ausgewachsen war.

Für eine Sissy hatte sie aber einen großen und strammen Riemen dort.

Sie fingerte meinen Steifen seitlich aus meinem Tanga und massierte diesen zärtlich mit zwei Fingern.

Fatima beugte sich dann über mich und unsere Lippen berührten sich, ganz sanft, wie der Flügelschlag eines Schmetterlings. Dieser wohlige Schauer setzte ein. Ich streichelte mich an ihr abwärts. Dann zuerst nur über ihrem Höschen, später so wie sie bei mir direkt am harten Schaft und prallen Eichel.

Unsere Gefühle erregten sich immer mehr und aus den zärtlichen Küssen wurden leidenschaftliche Zungenküsse.

Nun rubbelten wir auch unsere Schwänze und ich bemerkte, dass sie leicht behaart war.

Das tat der Sache aber keinen Schaden. Denn Fatima hatte so etwas wie einen frisierten Kurzschamhaarschnitt.

Sie kam jetzt immer mehr über mich, so dass sie nun unsere Ständer zusammen in eine Hand nehmen konnte und uns nun gemeinsam wichste.

Dazu ihre innigen Zungenküsse.

Zwischenzeitlich musste ich an rosafarbene, fliegende Elefanten denken, um nicht jetzt schon abzuspritzen. Meine Hände klebten wieder an ihre Titten, was mich noch mehr aufgeilte.

Ich lag nun auf dem Rücken und Fatima küsste sich abwärts, knabberte an meinen Mini-Tittchen und ihre Zungenspitze strich danach ganz langsam über meinen Bauch.

Mit den Beinen stand ich noch auf dem Teppich, als sie sich dazwischen kniete.

Fatima küsste sich um meinen Pimmel herum. Strich zuerst mit ihren Fingerspitzen und danach mit ihrer Zunge an meinen vollen taksim bayan escort Eiern und dann am Damm. Auch jetzt streichelte sie ganz zärtlich meinen Schaft.

Ich wurde immer geiler, zitterte schon ein wenig. Ich rutschte mit meinem Po etwas vor und als sie hätte sie darauf gewartet, strich sie mit ihrer nassen Zungenspitze durch meine Poritze.

Ja, fast automatisch winkelte ich meine Beine an und hob sie hoch.

Und so konnte sie nun tiefer eindringen.

Ihre Zunge umkreiste mein Poloch, ein schrecklich geiles Gefühl. Meine Härchen stellten sich überall auf.

Dann ganz vorsichtig und nur mit der Zungenspitze ging sie durch meine Rosette.

Was vorher nur ein tiefes sehnsüchtiges Einatmen bei mir war, entwickelte sie nun zu einem leisen Stöhnen.

Fatima machte das aber auch gefühlvoll und langsam.

Immer tiefer drang ihre Zunge ein und ich konnte nun zum ersten Mal selber erleben, wie das ist in der Arschfotze geleckt zu werden.

Dann nahm sie zwei Finger und führte sie in meinem Anus ein. Und so wie es auch Vanida getan hatte, gab mir Fatima eine Prostata-Massage.

Es war himmlisch, wie sie mit ihren Fingerkuppen über meinen Sissy-G-Punkt glitt.

Ich fing fast an zu hyperventilieren. Besonders als sie sich mit ihren Lippen und Zunge an meiner empfindlichen Eichel zu schaffen machte.

„Du hast so einen süßen Pimmel. Ich kann nicht genug davon bekommen.”: nuschelte sie zwischenzeitlich.

Und ich konnte nicht genug von ihren Liebkosungen bekommen.

Aber ich wollte nun auch was zwischen meinen Lippen haben.

„Und..ich will..deinen Riemen schmecken. Gib ihn mir.”

Und so kletterte Fatima über mich. Ich hatte ihren steifen Schwanz mit der dunkleren Haut direkt vor meinem Gesicht. Nur wenige Zentimeter von meinen Lippen entfernt. Sofort küsste und leckte ich ihren Schaft ab, lutschte an ihren Eiern und Fatima fing lustvoll zu stöhnen an.

Ich nahm ihren Pimmel in die Hand, rubbelte ihn und bog ihn etwas zu mir herunter. So konnte ich mich nun intensiv um ihre pralle Schwanzspitze kümmern. Zuerst leckte ich nur daran, dann steckte ich mir ihre Eichel in den Mund.

Dabei massierte ich ihre Pobacken, umkreiste ihre Rosette und steckte dann gefühlvoll meinen Finger in ihren Darm.

Ein lautes und doch sinnliches ~AAH ~ und ~UUH~ war von ihr zu hören.

Jetzt besann sie sich auch auf ihre Sissy-Tugend und nahm meinen Prengel tief in ihren Mund und fickte mich mit zwei Fingern in meiner Sissy-Pussy.

Und so saugten und schmatzten wir uns gegenseitig die Schwänze ab.

Dieser geile Rausch nach mehr setzte wieder ein, als Fatima anfing mich im Mund zu ficken.

Wie ich fest meine Lippen um ihren Schaft presste und ihre dicke Eichel über meine Zunge glitt, tief in meinen Rachen.

Benutzt und doch verwöhnt werden. Was will eine Sissy-Schlampe mehr?

Fatima fickte mich immer heftiger in den Mund und saugte doch an meinem Riemen als wäre sie süchtig nach dem Geschmack meines Milch-Shakes.

Nun halfen auch keine rosafarbenen Elefanten mehr. Ich konnte es nicht mehr zurückhalten und so pumpte ich Fatima die volle Ladung Sperma in den Mund. Und sie saugte unvermindert weiter, stöhnte und schluckte. Bis auf wenige Tropfen Wichse, die ihr aus den Mund liefen, genoss sie meinen warmen Samen.

Jedes einzelne Spermien holte sie aus meinen Eiern.

Ich zuckte und zitterte unter ihr, aber Fatima ließ nicht locker und lutschte immer weiter meinen Schwanz.

„Bitte, bitte höre auf. Ich kann nicht mehr, mein Sack ist leer.”: bettelte ich meine arabische Freundin an.

Fatima schaute zwischen uns durch. Ihre Lippen waren noch spermaverschmiert und lächelnd sagte sie zu mir: „Wie war das schon alles? Ich habe Hunger.”

„Vielleicht später. Aber ich kann nicht mehr. Komm her und küsse mich.”

„Na denn. Dann hast du bestimmt nichts dagegen.”

Sie stieg von mir ab und kniete sich zwischen meine Beine.

Dann gaben wir uns einen leidenschaftlichen Zungenkuss und sie fing an sich meiner Arschfotze zu widmen.

„Entschuldigung, aber ich habe seit ewigen Zeiten nicht mehr selbst gefickt.”

Ihre langen, schmalen Finger bohrten sich wieder durch meine Rosette und dehnten diese auf gefühlvolle Weise.

Fatima rückte mit ihrem Steifen immer ein Stück näher heran. Dann nahm sie ihren harten Prengel in die Hand und rieb damit über mein Schwänzchen, schlaffen Sack, den Damm und Poritze.

„Jaaaaa, gleich ficke ich dich.”

Stöhnte sie, während ihr Reiben immer heftiger wurde. Mit der anderen Hand nahm sie ihren Speichel und feuchtete mein Poloch ein. Bis sie sich letztendlich nicht mehr zurückhalten konnte.

Ihre pralle Eichel drückte nun gegen meine Arschfotze und da sie keine Gleitgel benutzt hatte, befürchtete ich gleich einen brennenden Schmerz.

Dann drückte sie immer mehr zu und mein Schließmuskel gab langsam nach.

„Jaaa, komm benutze mich. Lass mich deine willige Sissy sein.”

Forderte ich Fatima auf. Stück für Stück drang ihr Schwanz göztepe escort in meine Sissy-Pussy. Das Brennen war nicht so stark, wie ich es vermutet hatte. Denn das Eindringen ihres harten Pimmels in meinem Darm war heftiger. Ihre Schwanzspitze schob sich langsam in mir vor. Dieses schöne drückende Gefühl setzte ein, was bei mir eine Gänsehaut brachte.

Fatima stöhnte heftig bei jedem sanften Stoß, als würde es ihr nicht schnell genug gehen.

Sie hob meine Beine an, legte diese auf ihre Schultern und stütze sich mit ihren Händen auf meine Mini-Tittchen ab.

Dann mit mehr Kraft stieß sie das letzte Stück ihres Riemen in mich hinein. So, dass Fatima mir etwas Luft aus den Lungen presste.

„UUH..Jaaaaa..so mag ich das! Und jetzt fick mich endlich.”

Fatima zog ihren Schwanz zur Hälfte heraus und stieß ihn kräftig hinein. Ihr Blick war von Geilheit besessen. Anscheinend hatte sie wirklich schon lange ihren Prengel nirgendwo reingesteckt.

Denn schon nach wenigen Sekunden rammelte sie mich so feste, dass mein gesamter Körper durchgeschüttelt wurde. Ich konnte kaum spüren, ob ihr Riemen nun ganz in mir war oder nicht. So schnell fickte Fatima mich.

Sie stöhnte und jauchzte auf arabisch. Aber man konnte die Freude darin erkennen.

Aber so schnell sie mich auch im Darm hämmerte, so schnell kam auch das Ende.

Sie stöhnte immer lauter, japste nach Luft. Stoppte dann kurz und schon beim Herausziehen spritzte sie ab.

Und es waren keine Sperma-Fontäne wie ich es sonst kannte. Es war ein langer Strahl wie aus einem Wasserschlauch. Nur war das hier, geiles, warmes, weißes, cremiges Sperma und zwar in einer unendlichen Menge mit einem unvorstellbaren Druck. So sehr, dass sie mich mit ihrer Wichse bis an den Hals traf.

Immer und immer wieder, klatschte ihre dicke Ficksahne auf meinen Körper.

Fatima zuckte und zitterte. Und anscheinend mochte sie es genauso wie ich, diesen langen Orgasmus, wo man ohne Hilfe immer wieder ein wenig abspritzte.

Nur mit ihrem harten Schaft rieb sie ein wenig unterhalb meiner Eier. Ich sah ihre fette Eichel wo jedesmal ein Schwall Sackrotze auf mich heraus spritzte.

Als die Sperma-Flut dann etwas abebbte und ich über und über mit Wichse voll war, schob Fatima ihren Schwanz wieder in meinen Arsch. So hatte sie mich nun innen und außen mit ihrer Ficksahne markiert.

Jetz nahm sie mit Daumen und Zeigefinger immer wieder lange Fäden ihrer Sacksahne von mir hoch und abwechselnd lutschten wir ihren herrlichen Samen von den Fingern.

Langsam floss ihre noch immer warme Wichse an mir herab, es war ein tolles Gefühl.

Fatima legte sich nun auf mich und verrieb mit ihren großen Titten das Sperma auf mir und doch gaben wir uns immer wieder leidenschaftliche Zungenküsse.

Der Geruch und die Wärme ihrer Sacksahne entzündete wieder ein kleines Feuer der Geilheit in mir.

Noch lange lagen und küssten wir so, bis ihre Wichse zwischen unseren Körpern angetrocknet war und klebte. Ich fühlte mich auf Wolke sieben, obwohl es in meinem Poloch noch immer etwas brannte.

„Ich glaube wir sollten duschen gehen. Einzeln oder gemeinsam?”: hauchte Fatima mir ins Ohr.

„Nur mit dir zusammen.”: antwortete ich.

„Gefährlich, gefährlich.”: gab sie lächelnd zurück.

Sie nahm mich bei der Hand und wir gingen ins Bad. In der Wanne stellte Fatima die Dusche auf eine angenehme Wärme. Immer noch küssend, seiften wir uns gegenseitig ein und mit einem weichen Schwamm wuschen wir uns die Spuren von unserem Liebesakt ab. Fatima stand nun hinter mir und ihre zarten Finger glitten über meinen Rücken. Dann küsste sie meine Schulterblätter und ihre großen Brüste drückten gegen meinen Rücken.

Ich drückte entgegen und streckte dabei meinen Po etwas raus.

Da fühlte ich wieder ihren Halbsteifen an meiner Poritze.

„Kannst du schon wieder?”

„Hey, bei so einem süßen Po, könnte ich immer. Dein Hintern ist echt der Wahnsinn. Darauf brauchst du schon einen Waffenschein.”

Jetzt massierte sie sanft meine Pobacken und ging immer wieder zärtlich durch die Poritze. Vom Steißbein bis zum Damm. Sie ließ sich unheimlich viel Zeit dafür.

Dafür wuchsen unsere Schwänze umso schneller.

Fatima ging in die Hocke und ihre orale Liebkosung an meinem Po nahm Fahrt auf. Sie spreizte ein wenig meine Arschbacken auseinander und ihre Zungenspitze berührte meine Rosette.

Wir beide stöhnten etwas im Gleichklang. Fatima war wirklich besessen mein Poloch zu lecken.

Ich hatte das Gefühl, dass sie nicht genug davon bekommen würde.

Tief drang ihre Zunge nun ein und als sie dann noch anfing mich so ein wenig damit zu ficken, fingen meine Beine zu zittern an. Eine Gänsehaut nach der anderen glitt über meinen Körper. Dazu das gierige Schmatzen von ihr. Nun strich sie gefühlvoll mit einer Hand über meinen Damm, massierte zärtlich meine prallen Eier und rubbelte sanft meinen Steifen. Von der Eichel bis zum Sack waren ihre Finger, dazu ihre Zunge tief in meiner Sissy-Pussy.

Ja, sie wusste wie man verführt.

Fatima ließ sich viel Zeit, von Eile keine Spur. Denn ihren ersten Druck hatte sie ja schon abgebaut.

Nur war ich dafür nun umso geiler. Ich wollte sie in mir spüren.

„Bitte, bitte. Nimm mich. Ich will dich in mir spüren.”: sagte ich bettelnd und keuchend.

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Anya Ch. 03

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It was the evening before I was to have 40 million dollars transferred in to my account. I was pretty excited; this meant I could now afford to have a kick-ass mansion built on my island. I would then retire to my island, until I grew bored of it. I reckon it was gonna take about six months from designing, to building my mansion. I would of course be designing each room myself, with the help of an architect.

There was a knock on the door.

“God damn it who the hell is that now?”

I was hoping to get an early night. Well, it was 20:00 now so whoever it was would be gone way before 00:00. I opened the door to find Anya standing there wearing some tight jeans, and an equally tight t-shirt. She was wearing that magnificent smile, and hugged me as soon as she saw me. I hugged her hard, as I didn’t want this to end but she finally pushed back. I had not seen Anya since two days ago when we had dinner after lunch. After she had hugged me, she stepped passed me in to my home. I stared at her ass, and stopped. I have to go to the bank to get 40 million dollars tomorrow morning at 08:00!

“Uhhh Anya? Are you planning to stay the night?”

Jesus I was about as subtle as a Doberman.

“Of course silly! But don’t worry; we’re not fucking. I know you have to get up early tomorrow. I was hoping we could just… You know… Hang out.”

“Oh right. Ok. Sure. But I do have to go to bed early. It is a school night,” I laughed.

Anya smiled, and sat down on the larger of my couches. I sat next to her, and was lost for words.

“So errrr… What did you want to do? Have you eaten? Would you like a drink?”

She smiled; I think she was probably holding back a laugh.

“I haven’t decided yet. Yes. And a glass of red wine; any will do. Do you have any single malt whiskey?”

Jesus. My girl was asking for single malt whiskey! I had no idea if I had any or not. I doubted it. I’m not a whiskey drinker. I’m not a drinker to be honest.

“Errrr I’ll check about the whiskey. Stay there and I’ll bring the drinks up. Actually do you wanna come with me down in to the cellar? If there are any single malt’s in the house they’ll be down there.”

“Sure; I can check out your wine too.”

We went down in to the wine cellar and Anya spent about five whole minutes checking each wine, and all the two bottles of single malt whiskey I had. After she had picked, we went back up stairs, and I poured myself in a cider.

We sat back down on the couch, and I was again lost for words. As I was putting on some music (I love Enya), Anya started the conversation about who had brought all the wines down in my cellar; as I obviously knew nothing of wines. I told her that Helen had helped me choose this house, and she was also very much in to wines. From there we talked about everything from fashion, to the mansion I was going to design. At this point it was near to 23:00 and Anya and I were lying in each others arms in my bed. Anya started to kiss me, as she could probably not think of what else to talk about. I reached up for her boob and groped her, and tweaked her nipple. I then started to rub her crotch through her jeans, and she started to moan in my mouth. I slipped a hand under her t-shirt, and started to grope her breasts under through her bra. I was in heaven, until Anya broke the kiss, and escort şişli said that we should get to sleep now, as we had an early start in the morning. She undressed in front of me, but left her sexy dark green bra and matching panties on. I on the other hand sleep naked, and so we again drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

We were abruptly awoken by my alarm clock, which I threw at the wall. It exploded in a fury of metal cogs, glass and plastic. I started to go back to sleep, until Anya told me to get up. It was ironic that she was telling me to get up as she was the one on top of me. I had a dilemma on my hands; currently I was in heaven with Anya lying in my arms in a nice warm bed. But on the other hand: if I got up I would be rewarded with 40 million dollars. Before I could decide, Anya threw the covers off me; liberating all heat from the bed, and exposing me to the chilly air. Anya was in and out of the bathroom before I had even got up from bed. It was 06:00 so I had an hour to get ready; plenty of time. I used my access time to tease and annoy Anya; she is the most sexiest thing when she gets angry. I told her so and she grinned, but still looked angry.

As we were going to the bank to meet my clients, Anya just couldn’t help getting me back by rubbing my crotch, and kissing my neck. I was rock hard by the time we had parked in the underground car park of the bank. I was reluctant to go out; because it would look as though I had a SPAS12 shotgun in my pants. Anya laughed at me as I painfully got up, and then added to my torture by bending down to adjust her shoe: she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I caught up with her couldn’t stop feeling her bare ass under her tight, short business skirt. We went in to the lift, and Anya pressed the control as my hands (And tongue) were busy. I hear 9 beeps till the lift stopped; I was surprised to see that we had gotten to the right level on time; as usually all the major transactions were done on level 16. Anya broke our kiss, but the doors weren’t open. The lights flickered, and then the control display said:

“Lift stopped due to technical difficulties. Please use the telephone provided to call for assistance,”

“Awwwww shit.” I said.

“I’ll phone Helen and tell them that were gonna be late,” Anya sighed.

I picked up the phone, and waited for a reply.

“Yellow? Who’s there then?” Said a man who sounded as though he had just come out of the stone age greeted me.

“Errr hi, I’m stuck in one of your lifts,” I said rather dumbly.

“Oh right… Well err… Sorry but I’m just about to go to my lunch mate, but I’ll phone the other technicians… But I have to warn you; we’ve had complaints all day; photocopiers, scanners, PCs the lot. I reckon you’ll be in there for quite a while: about 1 ½ hours at least.”

“What do you mean ‘I’m just about to go to lunch’? Well can’t you just put off lunch?”

“Calm down now, calm down. It aint too bad in there is it? Do you have any one with you to keep you company?”

“Well yeah…”

“Well then! You just sit tight for about 2 hours, and we’ll get you out in no time. Oh, and I’d take off some of your clothes now, cos there aint gonna be any a/c if the lifts not moving.”

“But…”

He had hung up. Anya looked at me for an answer.

“He said that they’re bostancı escort gonna be about 1 ½ to 2 hours.”

Anya looked shocked.

“And he said that we better take our clothes off.” I added with a surprisingly straight face.

Anya looked doubtful.

“No really; he said that if the lifts not moving, there won’t be any a/c,”

Anya squinted at me as if to see if I were telling the truth, and sat down in the opposite corner of me. I sat down beside her, and leant in to kiss her. She pulled off and said smugly:

“If there isn’t any a/c we better stay cool don’t you think?”

I was lost for words. But I did have an idea. I took off my jacket, shirt, and pants. I was there in my boxers looking at Anya when she looked down at my crotch. My cock was rock hard. I looked back up at Anya but she was still staring at the tent in my pants. I got up, and pretended that I was looking at the elevator controls, but I knew too well that because my boxers have no buttons at the front of them I had slipped out. I set my watch to go off in 1 ½ hours, and turned around to see Anya staring as if in a daze at my rigid cock. I smiled, and sat back down; my cock staring at the ceiling just like it had done the week before, when I had fucked Anya for the first time.

“You know you wanna.”

She looked up at me, and scowled. I could see that her forehead was beginning to get sweaty, and as she took off her business jacket; her under arms were equally wet. By the way she was pushing her legs together; her pussy must have been soaked. I started to stroke my cock, as I did so Anya licked her lips. I dunno why this girl loved sucking cock and swallowing come so much, but I was not complaining. I took my boxers off completely, and then sat next to Anya. I started to kiss her neck and she moaned.

“I hate you,”

I smiled, and started to descend to her shoulders, and by doing so I lowered her blouse. I started to unbutton her blouse, and lower her bra straps. As she wasn’t wearing any panties it wasn’t too much trouble getting at her sopping pussy after I had gotten pass (Practically ripped it off) her skirt. I took her bra off and started to plant light pecks on her boobs leading up to her nipples. I licked and sucked each nipple; which were both rock hard because of the heat and my teasing. Anya grabbed my cock and started to stroke me up and down. She got up, and dragged me with her by my cock. She then put her hands to the wall and shoved her ass out to me. I took hold of her hips and started to enter her. Damn I don’t know how I could have survived one night without fucking this girl. Her love box was incredible. It fit me like a glove; a very tight glove. I pushed all the way in to her and she let out a little moan. I then began to pull slowly out just stopping before my head popped out of her pussy. I pumped her slow for about 10 minutes. Until I shoved my cock hard in to her, and turned her around whilst she was still skewered on my rigid member.

I started to go at her hard and slow, each time lifting her right off the ground whilst my tongue explored her mouth. After about 45 minutes; I could feel that she was about to come; because her pussy was starting to clench over my cock, and I was finding it increasingly difficult to pull my cock out of her dripping pussy. I grabbed nişantaşı bayan escort her ass, and by pulling her ass cheeks apart I could allow myself to pull out of her gripping pussy. Her moans had changed from long groans to little squeals. I let go of her ass, and as she started to come rammed my entire length in to her and lifted her off ground with only my cock holding her up. She let out a scream, and as the full blast of her orgasm hit her, my balls were saturated with her juices. She looked as though he was in heaven when I finally put her down. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t came, the fuck I had just had was one I would not forget in a while.

Anya started to come back to reality; and saw my erect cock covered with her pussy juices. She instantly dropped to her knees, and started lick her pussy juice off my cock. When my cock was clean, and shiny; she started on my balls, and sucked all the juices she could find off. She then went straight back to my cock, I fucked her face and within four pumps I was in her mouth and throat up to the hilt. Damn her throat felt so good on my head that I started to pump her face harder and faster. She started to moan and the vibrations went straight to my cock; I could feel the come starting to rise from my balls. I pulled out so my head was resting in Anya’s sweet mouth and I came with such force that her eyes went the size of base balls. I carried on coming, and she just kept swallowing. For the final blast I shoved my cock all the way back down her throat, and shot the remainder of my come. Anya was still swallowing, and the feeling of her trying to swallow my cock, as well as my come felt so great on my member that I started to come again. I came in her mouth this time, and she swallowed my second load just as fast as my first. Nothing was spared, as she ate her second breakfast of the day. I pulled out of her mouth, and she smiled up at me. Just then my watch started to beep; and we rushed to pull our clothes on. I had just put my jacket on, when the same gruff voice that had answered the telephone said:

“Hello? Are you still down there?”

“No, we fixed it our selves!” I shouted back,

“Oh well that’s alright then I can get back to my post then,” the voice answered back,

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry. Just get us outta here!”

“Alright we’ll have you out of there in a jiff,”

It took them about ten minutes to get the elevator working, and us out of there.

“Look, thanks for your help. Sorry I was a bit tense before.” I apologised to the technician.

He looked back in to the elevator quizzically and then looked back at me. I looked around and just remembered that I had forgotten to grab my boxers in my rush to get my clothes back on.

“Looks like you had a good time anyway. I can understand why you were so tense; disturb you did I?” He laughed, as I rushed back to grab my boxers.

The rest of the day; and the transaction that made me in to a multi-millionaire didn’t take too long surprisingly. My clients were understanding about the lift; seemed that the computers on this floor weren’t working anyway, so we had to wait a further 2 hours till a technician (Thankfully not our friend from before) fixed them.

I returned home with Anya, and we decided to celebrate at her place. Anya tempted to make dinner, but I ended up making a second dinner after Anya thoroughly burned the lasagna. Granted that was my fault, as I was the one who was kissing her. We ended up just lying in each others arms, and kissing for the rest of the evening.

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Brod: Breeding Osaka Pt. 01

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***

Sarkopheros Says:

Finally, the first Brod to come out after the survey! Sorry about the lag, guys. December has been crazy-busy.

I’ll talk more about it after the story, but if you didn’t know, at the beginning of the month I held a survey for people to put in their thoughts and help determine the future course of Brod. This is the first of the issue after that.

This story does not contain the actual breeding, but it does contain the lead-up as well as sexy parts. The problem is that I realized I was up to around 7,000 words and only about halfway done, so I split it in half.

Expect breeding, light femdom, overpowering virility, cum inflation, and a bunch of crazy people.

***

Five dozen women sat in a small but lavish ballroom inside the Jouissance Hotel and Resort: Osaka. Most of them were Japanese. There were a couple of white women and also a number of Chinese in the mix today. There were tables with green tea, coffee, fruit, and snacks both American and Japanese.

They chattered amongst themselves until the doors opened. The interpreter stood up. In walked my two wonderful doctors.

Dr. Nahid Ghali walked with a bit of a wobble. Her titanic tits (pun intended) lead the way, jiggling back and forth, sandy-colored cleavage exposed. Her dark hair was up in a bun, as usual, exposing her long neck. She wore a low-cut dress that barely contained that bosom. The long skirt did some, but not enough, to hide the fact that she was walking with a slight bow in her legs.

Dr. Yara Andrade followed. She was more reserved, in a green pantsuit that contrasted her caramel complexion. Her hair was back in a ponytail, her toned ass perking up in the suit. Her dark eyes surveyed the room.

Last through the door was Jane Kelley. She was the shortest and darkest of the three, with skin like espresso and a short pixie cut. There was a pencil skirt about her hips and a blazer buttoned around her chest. She gave the crowd a big, warm smile. Then all three ladies bowed, and received them in turn.

Jane looked toward the interpreter and spoke up, “Are you ready?”

“Of course, Ms. Kelley,” she said crisply. She was taller than the woman, and I imagine she found it a bit strange to be looking down at an American. Her dress was businesslike and smart, her glasses high on her nose, her hair pulled back. “So long as you are,” she added with a demure chuckle.

Jane smiled and lowered her voice as she got closer to the interpreter. “I’m always ready, Shizuka-san. I need to mention something, though.”

“Yes?”

“Mr. Kanayama sees himself as a servant to these women. He wants to make sure they see him as an equal, so if we could refrain from ‘sama’ or ‘sensei’? An interpreter last year kept calling him ‘Ganshin-sensei’,” she explained.

Ms. Shizuka laughed. “Are you sure she was not being sarcastic?”

Jane shrugged. “Well, she ended up in the room, too, so….”

“I see. I observe this is a rather … unique … job,” said Shizuka.

“And I wouldn’t trade it for another,” chuckled Jane. She patted the interpreter’s arm. “I’m ready to address them when y’all are,” she called over her shoulder.

Jane took a position in front of the crowd and flashed that movie-star smile of hers. Dr. Ghali smiled as well, and Dr. Andrade did her best not to look mean. She managed a small curl of the lips.

Silence fell. Shizuka folded her hands in front of her.

“Welcome, welcome, my treasured guests! Future mothers! I am honored to have you all here, and I know that Mr. Kanayama is, as well,” she said. “He is getting ready to begin serving all of you!”

***

As she addressed the crowd, I was in my suite, warming up. I huffed my way through push-ups, my feet up on a counter and my hands on a pair of chairs. This allowed enough room for my swinging, head-dwarfing nuts, and my near twenty inches of heavy meat to hang below me. On the floor, push-ups are impossible for me. After a while, I hopped down and began doing lunges. Then side lunges. I had to make sure my hips were loose, after all! With each rep, smak! my gigantic nuts bounced against the tiles.

And how am I telling you this story if I wasn’t there, you might wonder? If you find me describing something I couldn’t know, then you can assume that I am re-telling with help from those who were present. My employees told me all about how the orientation went.

***

Ms. Shizuka spoke up, her words clear and crisp. She repeated the message twice—once in Japanese, once in Mandarin.

Jane waited for her to finish.

“My function here is to make sure y’all are ready and know what to expect. And, truthfully, it’s a hard job, because no matter what I tell you, you’re in for a shock once you get into that room!” said Kelley. “Y’all seen pictures, heck, maybe you even seen a video. But I can’t tell you enough, future-mamas. Oh, no, I can certainly not! The knowing is not the fatih escortları understanding.” Jane went behind a covered table at the front. She stooped to grab something under it.

WHUMP. She slammed a massive dildo onto the top of the table. It was an effigy of my cock, all twenty-eight inches of its over-half-foot-thick length.

Jane waved her hand above the rubber cock, molded in purple plastic. “This big ol’ rubber dick is cast from from Mr. Kanayama’s penis!”

A collective gasp! Ms. Shizuka’s eyes got as big as the moon. Her jaw fell.

Several women yelled at the front.

“What are they saying?” asked Jane.

“They are … skeptical. To be polite,” said Ms. Shizuka, unable to tear her eyes away from the dildo on the table. “Have you … have you had sex with him?”

“I’m not really into that,” answered Jane with a shrug. “Ask Yara or Nahid.”

“What? You’re not into that?” Shizuka didn’t seem to understand.

“I don’t do it,” said Jane.

Shizuka squinted. “Then why on Earth do you do this job, Ms. Kelley?”

“Same reason as several of the ladies that work for Mr. Kanayama do. There’s a lotta baby-troubles in my family. I don’t want to get into it. But I tell ya this, Shizuka-san. Mr. Kanayama makes nothing but healthy, strong babies.” Kelly smiled. “And when you see the look on a new mama’s face? Mmh! That’s a treasure. We ready to continue?”

“Yes, of course.”

A third of the audience was squirming. Over half of them seemed enthralled and delighted.

Dr. Andrade spoke up. “I am Dr. Yara Andrade, and to my right, this is Dr. Nahid Ghali.”

“Yes, and we’ve stood by as Brod knocked up tens of thousands of mothers, just like you!” said Ghali, a little hum in her throat. “Don’t worry about your little Japanese pussies, he’ll stretch them right out!”

Shizuka squinted at Ghali.

“Don’t repeat her,” snapped Yara. “Nahid, you’re being racist.”

“What? Japanese people are statistically smaller,” said Dr. Ghali.

“I don’t care. Act professional. This is why you didn’t get to come to the orientations last time.” Yara looked at Shizuka and gave one of those weird, unnatural smiles of hers. “Ignore my colleague.”

Jane rolled her eyes. “Shizuka-san, tell the ladies that Brod has impregnated tens of thousands of mothers with strong little babies, and he has had sex with over a 120,000 women.”

“Hyaku … nani…. How is that possible?!” gasped Shizuka. “He’s … that’s impossible! Is he a machine … a god?!”

“He’s … something,” grunted Yara. “He wouldn’t want you calling him a god. But he does spend most of the day having sex. Imagine an … otaku? … with a huge cock, big muscles, and an insatiable libido, and you get Brod.”

“Dr. Andrade and I may have turned him into a monster,” laughed Ghali. “His cock could be satisfied by just a dozen women in a day when I first met him. We helped change that,” she cackled.

“He’s been very interesting to study and to experiment on,” said Yara. “He was instrumental in proving a few of my theories. Anyway. Ladies, can we concentrate?”

“Right. Like I said, tell them he’s impregnated over thirty … uh … What is it now? Almost 40,000 women. And he’s had sex with over 120,000. He’s a professional. He knows what he’s doing,” Jane reassured Shizuka. “He’ll treat ’em great.”

Shizuka shook her head. “I cannot believe this.” She repeated the message. There was another gasp, more shouting.

“More skepticism?” asked Yara.

“To put it mildly,” answered Shizuka.

Jane shook her head. “I figured. Anyway. Ladies!” She took her position at the front once more and gave a single clap. The overhead projector showed them a layout of the room. She began pointing with a laser. “We’ve taken over a spa facility within the hotel. There is a central pit area where Mr. Kanayama will be serving you. It is going to get very messy. And thanks once again to our partners at the Jouissance for providing these venues. There will be seating around the central area, here.”

Shizuka dutifully translated. Jane continued, “You can watch from there, or rest after he’s done with you. If at any time you need help—if you want to be carried to the showers, if you just need help getting to a lounge to recover, just holler and someone will help you. We will have people bringing water and refreshments. If you need either, just yell. There is a recovery room here, separate from the main area. Showers are here.”

“Brod will be spending about … oh, six to ten minutes with each of you,” said Dr. Ghali, a devilish grin on her lips. “Mmmh! But trust me, those are going to be the most intense ten minutes of your lives. If you don’t have at least one orgasm each minute … well, maybe you’re dead inside!”

“Don’t repeat that last part,” said Yara. “We’re going to have to muzzle you, Dr. Ghali.

Shizuka shook her head and hesitated for a moment before speaking sarıyer escortları again.

“Are there any questions before we begin?”

A Japanese woman who couldn’t have been over four-ten, even shorter than Jane, raised her hand and asked a question.

Shizuka turned to Jane and said, “Ah. She wants to go first.”

***

FOUR DAYS PRIOR….

In many mammals, there’s a sort of reproductive frenzy that they undergo called “rut.”

If you’ve read some of my other stories, you know that I’m nearly always horny. I guess having balls bigger than your head will do that, but even before I grew I was like this.

You might also remember me introducing Dr. Nahid Ghali in Doctor’s Note. She is, primarily, a reproductive endocrinologist and works closely with me in my fertility treatments. Sometimes very closely.

She concocted a mixture of supplements and herbs that suppress my fertility—but the treatments also helped me to control a lot of … other things.

I sat in my office with my employees. The chair I’d custom-built allowed my cock and balls to hang comfortably, almost straight down. There was a smooth, circular gap between my legs.

I have issues with normal chairs. I can tolerate them for a while, but each of my nuts weighs over twenty-one pounds. My cock, flaccid, weighs over fifteen. So you take near sixty pounds of flesh and dangle them over the edge of of a chair—well, that gets uncomfortable after a while. If I’m in the wrong chair, my balls start feeling tingly. So I’d put my skills with wood (not my own) to use and built something that was fitted to my unique body.

My bloated sperm-factories rested against the floor, feeling even heavier than usual. I hadn’t been out of the house in days. I was wearing a respirator mask with the lenses blacked out. That was the only thing I wore. I was in my own home, after all! I leaned my elbows on my knees, breathing steadily. With my bulky, solid body, I looked like a silly version of Bane.

“How is he doing?” asked Yara.

“He’ll be at full power in a few days when we go on the trip,” said Nahid.

“F-Day snuck up on us,” said Mariam.

“You, maybe, I’ve been suffering like this for a week and a half,” I grumbled. My balls were so full! I let out a grunt. I hadn’t fucked in hours.

It was like the feeling you’d get after drinking a two-liter of Mountain Dew and going on an eight-hour car ride, but in my balls. There was just so much pressure inside my sperm-factories! They were noticeably larger than before, so sensitive that even rubbing on the tiles felt good. I could feel every motion as they shifted, ripples in the semen inside. Drip-drip-drip. I was producing so much semen without the control supplements that my jizz was backing up into my cock. It trickled uncontrollably from my tip. It made sleeping a lot messier than usual.

“How many have RSVP’d?” I asked.

“785 so far,” replied Jane. “But we’re expecting plenty’a walk-ins. My girl over there in Osaka, she tells me she heard tale of ladies from Russia and China chartering a plane to come visit you.”

I shook my head. “What? Why would they charter a plane and not RSVP?”

I could feel Jane’s shrug. “It’s just a rumor.”

“All of the RSVPs are clean,” said Yara.

Mariam spoke up, “And all of them have paid up.” I couldn’t see her, but Mariam looked like a taller, more slender version of her mother, Dr. Ghali. They shared the same prominent, angular nose and cheekbones. Like Dr. Ghali, she had enormous tits. “AR is looking pretty fine right about now.”

“Just like you, Ms. Ghali?” I asked.

“Please. I’m in sweatpants,” she said.

“I’m not even wearing anything!” chirped Dr. Ghali. My house is clothing-optional.

“Yes, thank you, mother. That’s very helpful,” said Mariam. I had a feeling she was rolling her eyes. “We’ve saved a lot of money over this time last year, Brod. That deal with the Jouissance chain is going to work very nicely for our bottom line. And we have the illustrious Ms. Kelley to thank for that!”

“So flattering, Ms. Ghali! But I reckon you were instrumental in that deal, yourself. From what I hear, good ol’ Chantal Dubois squeeze a quarter so tight the eagle screams,” said Jane, referring to the COO of the Jouissance.

“I bet the deal would have been even better if we’d let Brod do the negotiating,” said Nahid. “She was a shapely little blonde! You coulda just hiked that skirt up, and—”

I felt a pang in my balls. “Stop talking about that,” I grunted, leaning back in the wooden chair. I sighed. “I can think straight with this mask on, but it won’t take much to set me off.”

“Boy, you’re hornier than the runnin’ of the bulls,” said Jane.

“I’d probably fuck a cow right now,” I grunted.

“We could get one!” suggested Mariam, sounding pretty excited.

“I am not fucking farm animals,” I laughed. “Do you really think it’s a good idea maltepe escortları for me to father a race of minotaurs?”

“Yes!”

Her mother said, “Yara! Go home and get your mascot suit! Oh, that thing is so creepy!”

“My fursona is an ibex, not a cow,” said Yara.

“And that suit is actually really well made,” said Mariam.

“Why thank you,” said Yara, a ghost of a smile in her voice. “It took me months.”

Mariam continued. “And you have those stilts for the … the zigzag … you know, the goat legs, and everything.”

“Unguligrade,” supplied Yara. “Or, if you’re bad at reading, ‘digirade.’ “

“I thought that was called digitigrade?” I asked. I was thankful. This zoological banter was rather helpful in keeping my mind off my explosively full balls.

I felt the sticky puddle of my jizz squish against my feet. Hngh. I needed pussy or ass. Right now, gender didn’t matter. If I had a twink in front of me, I’d try to knock him up, too!

“Oh, whatever you call it! That thing is….” Doctor Ghali was probably shaking her head. “I really don’t get people! There’s conventions and everything, thousands of people for a bestiality fetish! I will admit, though, your costume is far less unsettling than most!”

“Kids love my costume,” said Yara.

“Until their parents find out what it’s for!” insisted Ghali.

Yara sighed. “I’ve never used it for sex. It’s not about that.”

“Who cares if she wants to dress up like an ibex?” I asked. “It’s not like she busted out with the fursuit while I was trying to bone her clients or anything. And she’s never even mentioned bringing it out when we’re … playing our games.”

“Jane, what do you think about this?” asked Dr. Ghali.

“Yeah, it’s strange, but whatevs, son,” said the agent.

“They fantasize about bestiality!” insisted Ghali.

I felt hands on my shoulders. Yara spoke up again. “Let’s change topics. I trust you assigned all the employees and my girls the contraceptives, Dr. Ghali?”

“You know I did,” she answered.

“Then I think we should talk about Brod. About all those dozens of dripping-wet Japanese women he’s going to be fucking. Tight, virginal little pussies. Pink and pretty,” purred Yara behind me.

Nahid cackled. “Oh, yes! Poor Brod. You’re going to be neck-deep in poon real soon! All those vacant wombs to fill! All that wet pussy-juice just rolling from those pristine lips!”

My cock began to inflate. I groaned. “Come on, guys.”

“You’re going to be the one cumming,” whispered Yara. She ran her nails down the back of my neck. Her voice became huskier. Sterner. Commanding, but not cold. This was Dom Yara. “Mmh. My dearest pet. My prized breeding bull. I’m going to have you making so many babies with that big, fat cock of yours. You’re going to stretch out womb after womb after womb….”

“Augh. Whatever you want, Mistress,” I moaned. “Show who you want me to fuck,” I grunted.

I felt her arm reach past me. Nails scratching along the top of my raging cock. Cum mixed with pre, a mottled clear-white slurry that poured from my tip. My balls felt like someone was squeezing them. I moaned as I felt Yara’s toe on the back of my scrotum. “Mistress!” I groaned.

“I still don’t know how you get him to do that, Yara,” muttered Jane.

“It’s because she looks like Korra,” said Mariam.

“Who?” asked Jane.

“You’re such a good servant to me, Brod,” said Yara.

Nahid laughed like a witch. “Yes, Brod, you’re going to serve hundreds of itty-bitty vaginas! Just imagine. Hundreds of women on all fours, waggling their little butts, wet for you, begging for Brod Kanayama’s baby-batter. You’ll grab their hips and sink that cock as deep as you can, make them screeeeeam!”

“Nahid, stop it,” I groaned. This was all part of Yara’s game. She had goaded Nahid into goading me. Nahid, unfortunately for her, was much more oblivious. “Seriously, my nuts feel like they’re going to explode. When are those girls going to get here?” Dripping became pouring. I could feel the fluid rolling down my cock’s throat.

“Why? I’m prepping you!” Nahid insisted. “I thought pussy was your favorite thing ever? You did fuck several hundred coeds down on the beach for Spring Break, didn’t you? Oh, my, those college freshmen, so young, so nubile, many of them virgins! And of legal age! All those sweet little cunts, ripe for the inseminating! String bikinis, barely-covered asses! Just push that strip aside, and….”

I heard people moving around the room. Nahid was directly ahead of me, sitting on my desk, completely nude. I clenched my hands. My monster cock was at attention, hard as an oak, pulsing with power. It bounced with my heartbeat. My sperm raged. Yara clicked her heel, purred, and pushed against my balls with her foot.

She kissed my neck. “You want to serve me, don’t you, sperm-slave?” asked Yara.

“He’ll serve all of Japan! Oh, Brod, I bet you feel like you’re going to explode!” laughed Nahid, delighting in my sperm-fueled misery.

“I just said that, Nahid!” I growled.

“Don’t you snap at me slave-boy,” said Nahid. “Just imagine, grabbing a girl’s hips, pushing that huge dick up against her dripping slit….”

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Cerebral Long-term Active Muscular Paralyzer (CLAMP)

The huge man with the prison tattoos had the tiny woman bent over against the visitor’s room table and was yelling something at her, all the while struggling to open the zipper at the bottom of his orange jumpsuit. His intentions were clear as the woman looked at the camera and nodded. Suddenly, and with a surprised yelp, the prisoner’s arms dropped to his sides and the woman slid out from under his impressive bulk. In a few more moments, his legs began to quiver and he sat down on the floor with a puzzled look on his face. His hands lay limply on his lap as he fell slowly forward until his panicked face rested on his right leg. The woman looked up at the camera and gave a smiling ‘thumbs up’.

“And so you see, Ladies and Gentleman, the CLAMP system will not only reduce the cost of prisoner and detainee housing and security very significantly, it will completely eliminate the danger of violent attacks on your respected, valuable staff members. Once installed in the Atlantean region of the skull of your targeted individuals, a technician level procedure by the way, their physical abilities can be limited based on your situation and requirements on a semi permanent basis, requiring a reset by the mainframe to return them to a normal condition. Zero injury risk, zero flight risk. Thank you for your interest in the CLAMP system. Good day.”

I signed off the video image program and slid down in my chair, surprisingly tired from talking. I stared at the monitor as the screen-saver turned it off, and suddenly notice the figure of Alana standing in the reflection. I turned the swivel chair to greet her, and as I rose, she came to me and gave me a hug. I was a real stickler for proper procedures, and this was way out of line. As my mind raced to an eventual headline in USA Today ‘Middle aged medical researcher indicted for hugging sexy intern’, Alana backed away a step.

“Sorry, Professor. I know how you feel about that kind of stuff, but I’m just so proud of you that I couldn’t stand it.”

I turned on my most stony face and stared down at her, our 14″ difference in height seemingly more exaggerated. “I believe the conclusion of these tests brings to a close your involvement as my intern, Ms. McKenzie. Am I correct in my understanding of your contract, which I will not ne renewing?”

Her eyes dropped. “Yes Professor, that is correct.”

I lunged for her and scooped her up, spinning her around in a great bear hug. Her lovely green eyes flew open, puzzlement and a little panic more than evident.

I spun her around again, laughing in whoops of joy. “WE did it, munchkin; not me, but WE! Don’t you get, it you wonderful creature? This is not my triumph; it’s our triumph, you and I in equal shares. And the reason I am not renewing your contract is because I want to offer you a new one.” I sat her down, a dazed smile on her face.

“I have the paperwork for the patents here on the table, and I’ve sent copies to the same attorney you’ve used before, so she can look them over.

“But why, professor? Why would you do that?”

“Alana, you were instrumental in the completion of this project. The memory of your brother drove you, and me, nearly to the breaking point. Without your dogged determination, I would have given up a hundred times. Your doctorate is complete, I’ve signed off on your dissertation, and I’ve added your name on the primary descriptive lines of all the patent documentation next to mine. Whatever comes of this project, and I expect millions and millions of dollars, and hundreds of lives saved to be just the start, we will share as absolute equals.

I would like you to help me open the Alex McKenzie Memorial Institute as my full partner, and co-chair of the Board of Directors. Please say yes, Alana.”

Her face expressed joy, and sorrow and confusion in equal amounts, and as the tears fell, she nodded, “I’d be honored to work with you, Dr. Grey.”

I held her close as she cried, and said, “Dr. McKenzie, Alana; my name is Owen.”

We talked and scribbled and talked some more, until the dawn began to seep in through the armored windows of the lab. When I awoke, I was reclining in my Aeron chair, covered in a blanket with ‘Care Bears” on it and Alana was asleep on the couch, one arm tucked underneath her. I got up to make some coffee, and after I’d washed my face and used the facilities, I headed back to the lab office with two steaming mugs. As I entered the vestibule, I stopped.

Alana was on the couch still, she was definitely awake. She was still reclining, but the arm that had been underneath her was now held in her other hand, and she was caressing her breasts through her blouse by dragging her apparently limp fingers across her nipples. I watched for a few seconds, finding the scene quite erotic. I made a little noise so she would know that I was coming through the airlock. She sat up on the couch, placing her limp hand on her lap and rubbing it with her other hand.

“Everything okay Alana?” I asked.

“Sure, Owen, although I awoke with my hand underneath bayan escort merter me, and my arm’s asleep.”

“Well, that won’t take long to wear off. I brought coffee.”

“No, it won’t take long,” she sighed. Her nipples were plainly erect, and she shifted slightly on the couch, as if she were uncomfortable. Her hand lay limply on her lap, and she glanced at it frequently.

Our project for the day was a new version of the CLAMP system, this one for use in medicine. My thought was to make a temporarily applied version to mount on the skin near the base of the spine. The CLAMP functioned by disrupting nerve signals, preventing them from traveling to or from the brain. Not only does the CLAMP disrupt motor signals, it blocks sensory signals as well. This has far-reaching applications, not only for surgical pain, but chronic pain of all kinds, including everyday aches and pains. Not only could CLAMP totally block signals, it could be dialed down to have a more subtle control of all signals, or just the ones producing pain.

I had been busy in the nano-lab, where the CLAMP was built on the micro- and macroscopic level. M techs had completed a prototype for the temporary CLAMP, which Alana and I had agreed to call the CLAMP-T. I decided to mount it in collar, which was built out of a thin strip of wetsuit \material for stability and ease of application. It was self powered, which made it somewhat different from the original CLAMP, which would eventually obtain its power from the host body. Communication was wireless and had a range of only about 10 feet, which would be fine for clinical applications. I was looking through our list of volunteers when Alana spoke up.

“I’d like to volunteer to be the Alpha tester, if you don’t mind, Owen.”

I thought about it for a second. I didn’t see why it wouldn’t work. All our processes were taped and video-recorded, so it would just need to be vetted and transcribed later, which Alana could oversee.

“I don’t see why not, Alana. It might even save some time, as well as giving you a new perspective on the process. Take off your lab coat and have a seat in the recliner. When Alana took off her coat, it appeared that she had prepared in advance for the experiment, as she was wearing a very tiny pair of panties and a small sports bra. I was impressed with her general condition; she appeared to be in excellent physical shape, with well-defined musculature and somewhat flattened, large wide breasts.

I began to record.

“This will be the audio-visual diary of the Alpha test of the CLAMP-T Prototype. The date is 5 October, 2021, and the local time is 1704 hrs. Test subject is Dr. Alana McKenzie, my partner and second in charge of the CLAMP Project. She is a Caucasian female of twenty six years, three months fourteen days of age. She is light complected, with red hair and green eyes, stands five feet, two inches and weighs (I paused the tape and asked her what she weighed, then converted it in my head) 43.713 kilograms. I am installing the CLAMP-T around her neck, with the electronic package centered on her spinal processes at roughly C2-3. the exact location would be far more important if this were the implantable version, but will suffice for this test.

I will engage the self diagnosing aspect of the program, which will identify all neural pathways which can be controlled, meaning voluntary systems primarily. The subject will note that as the test proceeds, she will experience various sensations throughout her body, including, but not limited to numbness, partial to total paralysis, blindness, deafness, difficulty or cessation of breathing and/or swallowing. These symptoms will be brief, and non-life-threatening. Does the subject acknowledge these instructions and give verbal approval?”

Alana nodded soberly and said, “I acknowledge and accept these instructions and wish to proceed with the test.”

I engaged the laptop computer and identified the Bluetooth frequency on the collar. The learning cycle started at Alana’s eyes, and I watched, fascinated, as they stopped tracking together, one wandering off to the left and the other rolled down, gazing into her lap. In a few seconds, they snapped into synch, and she looked at me and smiled. “That was intuhuhh.” Her jaw dropped, and her tongue lolled as the system paralyzed her mouth and jaw. In a moment, she was able to talk. “As I was going to say, that was interesting.” Her head suddenly dropped to her chest as her neck was processed. When she was able to raise her head again, she was smiling even more. She lifted her arms to shoulder height, and shortly her left arm fell to her side, then rose. Her right arm followed in a few seconds.

“I am feeling a narrow band of numbness, followed by obvious paralysis travelling down my chest. One section will go numb, then become paralyzed, then become mobile and regain feeling.” Her hands rose to her breasts and pinched her nipples. She looked at me and said, “No feeling here, not pressure or temperature, or tactile. Getting hard to br… to breathe. Wow. My lungs just turned off, oops.” anadolu yakası escort bayan She fell forward slowly, as her trunk muscles went away and then returned.

“My hips are numb, and I cannot lift my legs, although I can wiggle my toes, so the zone paralysis is verified Owen. Great job! Sensation is coming back into my hips and leaving further down. I can’t move my legs or toes, but…”

“But what, Alana?”

“But I think I peed myself, partner.”

“Oh. As soon as the test concludes, I will get you a towel to clean up with.”

“No problem.”

The computer’s traveling green band reached the end of its cell and turned off. The screen displayed the message, ‘Task Completed’ and showed a virtual map of Alana’s body, along with digital codes that referenced her nervous system. I turned off the recording equipment.

“Okay, you’re programmed. We can continue tomorrow. Now let me get you a towel and some wipes. Do you have any other panties?”

“No, but I usually go commando anyway.”

“I don’t understand the term, Alana.”

“I don’t usually wear panties, Owen I just brought these so you wouldn’t freak out on me.”

“Hmm. I wonder how that term came into use for…you don’t usually wear panties?”

“The towel, Owen?”

“OH. Sorry, I’ll be right back.” I rushed to the lounge and got one of the white hand towels off the stack, along with a package of wet wipes. As I hurried along, the image of Alana without panties scrolled through my mind, and I was surprised to find myself hiding an erection as I returned to the lab.

Alana raised her hips up and slid the towel under her butt, soaking up most of the small puddle of urine. She slid off the chair and bent over, sliding her wet panties down her legs and off. Her butt was wonderful, rounded and pale and…

“Like what you see?” she had turned around and now faced me, hands on her rounded, lush hips. She had no pubic hair… “Owen, are you alright?”

“Umm, yes, fine. I apologize for staring, umm you are just, umm very, well…”

“You’re babbling, Owen.” She said with a grin.

“Yes, I think that this certainly qualifies as babbling. Yes, I think it does. It would appear that my thought processes have been totally disabled by the sight of your…still babbling. Shutting up now, Dr. McKenzie.” She was laughing out loud now.

“I’m impressed,” She said quietly.

“By what, my ability to discourse for apparently several hours without saying anything of the slightest consequence, as demonstrated so aptly in the past few lifetimes since your test concluded?” I said with a grimace.

“You know my birthday.”

“I’m hardly sure that my awareness of a particular point on the Julian calendar is worthy of the admiration of a woman of your impressive intellect.”

“You’re the first person since I turned 15 who remembered my birthday, Owen. That is far from inconsequential in my opinion. If I didn’t know better, I would think that you may actually like me.”

I took a deep, shuddering breath, and decided that I would tell her the absolute, unbiased truth.. “My God, Alana! If you only knew. I perish in agony every time I see you walk out the door. I find myself lurking like a schoolboy down the hall from the entrance door until you arrive in the morning, wondering if this is all a dream! I, Dr. Owen Grey, the wunderkind of Stanford and MIT; possessor of ultimate logic and seer into the depths of the universe, am laid helpless at the feet of a goddess of unimaginable intelligence and a face unrivalled by Helen of Troy. A body to make Michelangelo in heaven weep with the agony that he was not alive to sculpt it. I stand humbled by your grasp of things animate and inanimate, and you say that I may like you!”

“I was teasing, Owen!”

“Oh well that makes it all better then! Not only do you misread the agony of my heart, you choose to mock it as well! You…mmmmph!”

She had leapt forward and, taking my head in her tiny hands, she kissed me! Her leg wrapped around mine and she pulled me so close to her that I feared that our molecules may actually intermingle. In point of fact, many billions of molecules were, indeed, intermingling in our mouths as her tongue lunged and fenced with mine.

For the first time in my life, I was speechless.

“Does that help assuage your broken spirit?” She said with a dimpled grin.

“Was that a good kiss?” I asked meekly.

“What do you mean, was that a good kiss? What kind of a question is that, Owen?!” Her eyes flashed in anger.

“It was a genuinely earnest question, Alana. I have no empirical data with which to make a comparison.”

“What are you saying, Owen? That you don’t know whether that was a good kiss, or not?”

“Don’t misunderstand, Alana. I have seldom if ever enjoyed anything more. I merely state that I have no data to compare the sample with. I have never been kissed before.”

“Get. Out.”

“Very well, Alana. I personally think you are over-reacting, but if you insist, I’ll go.”

“Do not move bayan escort besiktaş a muscle, Dr. Owen Grey.”

“I don’t understand. Did you not just say…?”

“It’s a popular saying, Owen…”

“Well, it seems cruel to…”

“It’s a colloquialism, Owen. Not to be taken literally.”

“Well, now I am confused.”

I found myself in another hug, this one less sexually charged and more, I should say, filled with love. Alana spoke quietly to me, saying that she felt about me as I felt about her, and that we needed to talk. I was quite certain that we had been talking, but apparently there were more subtleties for me to learn about my darling Alana. We sat on the couch in the lounge, and she sat right next to me, pulling my arm around her shoulders, which was remarkably pleasant.

“So, you have never kissed a woman before?”

“On the contrary, I have kissed and been kissed by many women before…my mother, my aunt Donna…”

“No, that’s not what I meant, Owen. A woman for whom you felt a romantic attraction for, then?”

“Well, I do have to admit that my Aunt Donna was quite pretty, and…”

She swatted my thigh, which hurt. “That was a joke, Alana. And no, you were the first.”

“You’ve never been to bed with a woman?”

I processed the question, eliminating the possible answers which were likely to get me another swat on the leg.

“No.”

“You’re a virgin?”

“Unless you intend another meaning for the word which is not sexual in nature…yes.”

“Have you ever seen an adult woman naked, in a non-clinical setting?”

“No.”

“Would you like to?”

“Only if it’s you, Alana.”

“Good answer; actually the perfect answer, Owen. Come with me.”

As she walked away, I suddenly became aware that she was still naked from the waist down. She went as far as her office, and I was still looking at her butt. She pulled something out of her closet and I was pleased to find that it was a skirt. A very short skirt. She turned her back to me and stripped her athletic bra off over her head with some difficulty, and suddenly I could plainly see the outsides of her breasts from behind. She put on a silk blouse and buttoned it up, but not all the way. When she turned, the breasts shifted back a forth slowly inside the deep blue silk. Her breasts were enormous! She shook out her hair, and her shirt took on a life of its own, shuddering and bobbing. As I looked, her nipples became rigid, and they added a whole new character to the blouse. Alana stooped to put on some very pretty high heels, and most of her left breast was revealed in the open space above the topmost button. I gawked, unabashed and unashamed.

Alana went into her bathroom, brushed her hair and teeth, two more things which got my undivided attention. When she walked out, her breasts danced to the rhythm of her steps, accentuated by the heels on her lovely feet.

I was spellbound. How is it possible that I have worked with this woman for 5 years and not actually looked at her?

“Where are we going, Alana?”

“We are going to my home, where we are going to spend the weekend getting to know every single square centimeter of each other. Is that okay with you?”

“I cannot begin to imagine anything I would like more.” She took my hand and we walked to her car, after a short trip to the lab to retrieve my briefcase. I found that I walked ahead of her a little, just so I could look back a see her as she walked. Finally, as I neared her car, I raced ahead, and when I turned, she had unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on her blouse and her breasts swung into view, nipples tall and proud. She beamed a smile at me, and said, “What do you think of the girls?”

“I don’t think I have spent more than ten minutes thinking about breasts in my life, and suddenly they seem to be all I can focus on. Do they have names?”

“This one on the right is slightly larger, and her name is Eowyn. Her sister is Galadriel.”

“Then you may consider me your Gimli.”

“You know the LOTR?” She said in surprise.

“I am the Ubergeek, Alana. I can recite the trilogy, the Hobbit, and to a lesser extent, the Silmarillion from memory. All of it, from memory.”

She sat in her car, breasts still plainly visible in the light though the windshield. I fastened my seatbelt, and Alana drew hers across her body, the shoulder belt pushing her breasts apart and accentuating the pointed shapes.

Everything was slowing down for me. The languid motion of her boobs as she turned the ignition key, the tensing of her pectoral muscles amplified in the fluid motion of her swaying breasts. I could plainly see the pulse in the skin of her neck as she checked the mirrors for other vehicles and then smiled at me. As she drove out of the parking lot, the awareness that she was nude from the waist up to please me, to excite me, was an absolutely singular event in my life.

I had never in my life felt so concerned about the humanity of an individual. My life was numbers, action and reaction, plus and minus. Up until this moment, the people who surrounded me in my daily existence were considered tools, instruments to accomplish the tasks I required of them to ensure that my thoughts and processes were carried out in an acceptable manner. I had never actually cared about how my actions or comments affected them, changed their lives.

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“What do you mean you told her?”

My wife looked at me with a puzzled expression. “Of course I told her,” she said. “We talk about everything.”

“Be that as it may, you didn’t need to tell her I had a thing for panties!”

“Now don’t go saying it like that,” she scolded mildly. “It’s not like I told her your into wearing women’s underwear, just that you had a, uh, special appreciation for women’s undergarments.”

I looked at Theresa, my shock starting to fade. I guess I should have expected it. Just as my friends and I compared what got our wives off, I should know that Theresa would tell Carmen what quirks I had. No secrets between sisters, I guess. Still, I didn’t need the extra awkwardness around Carmen. I already had a hard enough time keeping myself from staring at her figure, now I had to deal with her knowledge of my intimate details.

“Look, Jason,” Theresa said softly, “This really doesn’t change anything. Carmen knows about your fetish, big deal. So I can tell you that she loves the taste of cum. See, it doesn’t matter. Tit for tat.” With that she opened the door, heading downstairs to join the rest of her family.

Most of the time, I could avoid Carmen with no problem. But this weekend would be different. A family vacation in a three bedroom beach house. Three bedrooms. Theresa and I in one, her parents in another, Carmen in the third, adjacent to ours. Nice and cozy. Right.

I followed Theresa downstairs, and headed to the living room to read the paper. The first thing I saw upon entering the room was Carmen. Or, more correctly, Carmen’s gorgeous ass. Bent down, scrounging through a desk drawer for something, her black thong peeking beyond the denim skirt that so beautifully framed her tight backside. “Lose something?” I asked.

She whirled around, her eyes wide. “Jason, you scared me!” she exclaimed as my eyes flicked down to her low cut top. I took in every inch of her exposed flesh, the C cup mounds half free. As my eyes again met hers, I realized she had been looking at escort bayan topkapı my face the whole time. She gave me a small grin, and sat down on the loveseat facing the window. Feeling flush, I found the paper in the chair opposite Carmen. I picked it up and settled, sighing, into the seat. As I read, I found myself distracted by constant movement across the room. Peering over the top of the paper, I realized that Carmen was crossing and uncrossing her legs repeatedly. Trying not to get caught, I kept glancing up, hoping to sneak a peek. I mindlessly turned the pages, no longer reading the words, hoping to get a glimpse of her satin panties. As I turned to the final page of the sports section, she finally moved again. As if in slow motion, her left thigh rose off her right, and moved away to the left. For a split second, her legs were a few inches apart, and as her other toned thigh moved to take its place atop its partner, I could see, quite clearly, the black fabric of her panties. As I watched her tan legs come together again, I looked up, folding the sports section again. My eyes caught hers, and in her green eyes, I saw one word.

Busted.

Oh crap, I thought to myself. She saw me, she knows about the panties, she knows what I was looking at, she thinks I’m a pervert, she’s going to tell Theresa, she’s…getting up. She didn’t say anything. What is she doing?

I watched her take a few steps into the hall and turn abruptly, heading through the bathroom door. My breathing returned to normal, and I picked up the next section of newspaper. Maybe she hadn’t noticed me looking. Maybe I imagined the whole thing. My semi erection began to subside as I delved into the financial pages, deciphering the market results. I was so deep into the futures market, I actually didn’t notice when Carmen returned a few minutes later. I probably wouldn’t have noticed at all, actually, if I hadn’t heard her complain loudly to herself about her pen that wouldn’t work. She crossed again to the desk, bending down to escort bayan kadıköy the bottom drawer to retrieve a new writing utensil. Not finding one, she squatted down, letting the waistband of her skirt ride lower. I glanced over. Even having almost been caught is not enough to keep me from trying to catch another whale tail. But instead, I saw only ass. Not a bad thing, but I saw no thong. Confused, I returned to my paper before she got back up.

But it gnawed at the edge of my consciousness. Underwear didn’t just disappear. She must have taken it off in the bathroom. But why? I finally gave up on the paper, resigning myself to the thoughts dancing before me. I finally decided I had to check the bathroom. As I got up, Carmen again uncrossed and crossed her legs, and this time, there was no mistaking it. No black, just skin. I didn’t get a clear view, but enough to give me what I needed.

Closing the bathroom door behind me, I looked around. Being only the second time I had used this bathroom, I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. Then my eyes fell on a corner laundry hamper. I moved to it without realizing it, my hand moving to open the lid without being told. And there, laid perfectly atop the pile of towels, was a pair of underwear. Black. Thong. Women’s. Underwear. I reached for them, hands slightly shaking. As I picked them up, I guess part of me was reveling in the fact that these were my sister-in-law’s panties. But most of me was focusing on the fact that I was in fact holding panties that had, until recent moments, had been worn on a female body. I drew them close to my face, taking a whiff of the exotic yet familiar scent. It wasn’t until I actually touched my face to the fabric that I realized.

They were wet.

I had been caught. I was sure of it now. Not just caught, but set up and trapped by someone that knew my weakness. Blood rushed to my crotch, as the thought of Carmen being so naughty raged through my mind. I unconsciously unzipped my pants and began to stroke my cock, escort bayan fındıkzade licking the soaked crotch of these gorgeous panties. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the forbidden scent, reveling in the softness of the cloth in my hand. As I felt my orgasm approach, I was struck with a naughty thought of my own. I turned the panties inside out and laid them on the laundry again. My balls began to tighten as I adjusted my stance, until finally, my cum shot onto the wet crotch of Carmen’s thong. My knees buckled a little as I covered the pungent fabric with my own contribution, until finally I was spent. After a short moment for recovery, I turned the panties right side out and returned them to their place of honor atop the towels. I then washed up, and returned to my post in the chair with my newspaper. Carmen watched me out of the corner of her eye with contained excitement I could now see.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, she stood and returned to the bathroom, fulfilling my fantasy ending. I again covered my face with the paper, imagining her finding her sperm covered panties, seeing her trap worked to perfection. I heard the door open, and quickly glanced up, watching her glide to her seat, wasting no movement. I thought I caught the look of satisfaction on her face, or maybe victory. But I could still see the excitement, just below the surface. She looked me in the eyes as she sat down, and I actually managed to keep eye contact as she crossed her legs. Then, very deliberately, she looked away from me and uncrossed her legs. As she prepared to cross them again, my eyes stole a glance and did a double take. Black fabric covered her crotch again. My eyes were wide as the moved up to meet hers. She was already looking at me with such intensity, my erection raged to full strength once again. Then she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue a little, allowing my to see the white cream that covered it. Then, staring intently into my eyes, she closed her mouth and swallowed every last drop of my cum. She closed her eyes, shuddering with pleasure as my cock convulsed in my pants. I closed my eyes, sharing my most intense orgasm ever with a partner who sat fully clothed eight feet away. When I opened my eyes, Carmen’s green ones were burning with lust.

I guess I don’t have to worry about the awkwardness.

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The first thing that attracted me to Janine was her long hair. I know that sounds kind of shallow, but then you’ve never seen her hair. I almost didn’t.

My first glimpse, at a company picnic, was serendipity. I was watching one of those three-legged races. Janine and a girlfriend were running, but not very well. I had barely noticed her until she fell down, when the impact must have knocked her bun loose. As she got up, up with her came a flowing cape of deep brown hair. The wind was strong that day, and blew it all around her. I was suddenly awe struck by her beauty, but somewhat puzzled by the embarrassed look on her face as she quickly gathered up her hair, twisted it up and fastened it to her head. It puzzled me why a woman with such beautiful hair would hide it. I’ve always had a strong attraction to women with beautiful hair — the longer the better. I was too shy to approach her that day, but I knew I had to meet her.

I asked around and learned her name is Janine. Then it dawned on me who she was. She works in the legal department of our large Midwestern corporation, where she’s charge of the paralegals. Janine was always getting her name in the company newsletter for serving on committees, everything from Christmas party planning to a group from legal doing pro bono work for battered women. Sometimes the articles had a small picture of her, an attractive face with a rather severe-looking bun.

I made up excuses to visit her department on the other side of our office campus. I even signed up for a committee she headed to get to know Janine.

Work committees are usually excuses to goof off, but she runs a tight ship. I asked one of her workers if she was always like that. “Janine knows what she wants,” the woman said. “And she doesn’t take bullshit from anyone.” I hoped she would want me, and after a few weeks, I eventually got up the nerve to ask her out on a date. When she agreed to see a movie with me, I couldn’t believe it.

All this time when I’d seen her at the office, Janine always wore her hair up. I hoped she might wear it down on our date. I even wore a short-sleeved polo shirt, hoping I might be able to put my arm around her during the movie, just to feel her hair against my forearm. Even though she dashed my hopes that first evening, we had a great time. The movie was mindlessly funny, and we laughed at many of the same jokes. We talked during a late dinner, mostly about work — not too much about ourselves. I was getting worried she wasn’t interested enough in me, but when I asked if I could take her out again sometime, she said yes.

“When’s good for you?” I asked.

“Ask me next week,” Janine replied.

Now I thought she was putting me off again, but I didn’t say anything.

All the next week I practiced being a good sport when she shot me down. Because of her work with abused women, the last thing I wanted to think was that I was obsessed with her, or wouldn’t leave her alone if she wanted me to.

I stopped by her office with the excuse of talking about committee work. She saw straight through it.

“You’ve got me,” I confessed. “I wanted to ask you out again.”

“You did,” Janine said, without the hint of a question mark in her voice. I felt like I was 13 years old, asking for my first date.

“Yeah. I thought maybe we could see a concert at the bowl. Take a picnic supper.”

“Before I agree, I want to know something,” Janine said. “You must answer truthfully.” I felt like I was being cross-examined.

“I’m always honest.”

“What did you tell people about our date last week?” she said.

Oh, God, I thought, a test.

“Nothing,” I said, hoping this was the right answer.

“And you’re sure?” she asked. I nodded.

“I don’t like people talking about me behind my back. If anything gets back to me that you’ve said, you’ll be sorry. Understood?”

“Don’t worry,” I tried to reassure her.

“I’m a very private person.” Janine seemed to soften, apologizing for being so hard on me. We set a date for Saturday evening for the concert.

There’s something about the light an hour before sunset that can transform an ordinary landscape into a scene worthy of a Sierra Club calendar. In that early evening glow, Janine looked magnificent sitting on the blanket at the bowl before the concert started.

She doesn’t have a Hollywood starlet’s body, but her cotton blouse gave me a better peek at her small yet firm looking breasts. And her slightly tight khakis revealed a nicely rounded bottom usually hidden by the long jackets she favors at work.

And her hair? Still up, but in a more romantic style — kind of a loose bun that moved when she turned her head. A few strands fell loose, catching the light behind her and creating almost a halo effect.

As darkness fell and the concert began, we cleared the dishes and sat closer together, holding hands. After intermission, when several of our neighbors had left, I lightly kissed her cheek, just in front of her left ear. She turned her head şişli escort and our lips met.

We necked for awhile as I held Janine in my arms. I found my hands wandering towards the back of her neck and hairline.

I felt a shiver in her body, and a strengthening in her kisses. My eyes darted around to see if we were alone. Yes. As my hand advanced toward the bun, I felt like a teenager planning the best way to unsnap a cheerleader’s bra.

“What are you doing?” she asked, a hint of crossness in her voice.

“Nothing,” I replied sheepishly, moving my hands back down her bare neck.

“Really?” she asked. “Are you sure?”

“Well,” I confessed, “I thought maybe you might let your hair down.”

“Why?”

“Just because.”

“Don’t give me that. Tell me, now.”

“I’d love to run my fingers through it.”

“Would you,” she replied, no hint of a question in her voice. Somewhat embarrassed, I didn’t push it. She let it drop, and we didn’t talk about it again for several months. I figured it eventually had to come down sometime, and it would be worth the wait.

Janine and I continued dating, but we never got past cuddling and necking. She always seemed guarded, trying to maintain control.

During my visits to her office I’d noticed a framed print of a bald eagle in flight, and asked if she’d ever seen one in the wild.

“No, but I’d love to.”

“I’ve read that this time of year over by the Mississippi River they gather around open water below the dams. We should go sometime — for a weekend.”

“A weekend?”

“Sure. There’s lots of bed and breakfasts along the river. Then we can–”

“Shh.” Janine put her fingers to my lips. “We’ll see.”

“But–”

“If you’re a good boy.”

I thought I’d show some initiative, and got a B&B directory so we could choose a place. “I’ll take care of the arrangements,” she said when I showed it to her.

When I picked Janine up at her apartment that Saturday morning, I hoped she might show some sign of loosening up, like letting her hair down. It was piled on top again. But we did have a nice ride to the B&B. Our room was terrific, with large bright windows overlooking the Mississippi River. Janine took off her coat and swung herself around one of the four-poster bed’s uprights before falling across the bed with a laugh.

“This could be fun, if you’re a good boy today.” I didn’t know exactly what she meant, but I felt like jumping right on her then. Puzzled and intrigued, I thought to myself, “I’m going to be a very good boy.”

We spent the afternoon eagle watching and picture-taking at nearby lock and dam. It was very cold, and I spent a lot of time standing behind her with my arms wrapped around her while watching the eagles fish. In the car, we held hands and kissed to warm up while waiting for the heater to kick on.

After a terrific dinner and wine, we returned to our room and Janine locked the door. We sat on the bed and started kissing, gradually building the intensity.

“I want you, Janine,” I whispered in her ear, breathing in the honey scent of her shampoo.

“I know you do, dear. But that will have to wait. And until then, I’m not sure I trust you to be good. You may have to sleep on the couch.” My heart sank.

“I have been good,” I protested. “What can I do to prove it to you? I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Then get ready for bed,” she said. “It’s a good thing I came prepared.” I quickly changed into my pajamas while Janine went into the bathroom.

“Are you ready?” she asked from behind the bathroom door. “Then lie down on the bed and close your eyes. And don’t you dare open them until I tell you to. And don’t move.”

I heard the door open and her feet pad across the floor, and quickly felt something soft around my wrist. I started to pull away, until she said my name in a rising voice. I relaxed, and felt my arm pulled over my head to the bed post.

“You have been a good boy, but this is still the only way I can trust you.” As I remembered her swinging on the four-poster bed earlier that day, Janine did the same to my right wrist and both my ankles.

“Open your eyes,” she said, as I tested my bonds and found them surprisingly well-tied. “Well, what do you think?”

Janine stood a few steps from the bed, wearing blue silk tap pants and a matching top with spaghetti straps. I could see her nipples poking against the fabric. Her hair was up.

“You’re gorgeous,” I said, eying her. She must have sensed, though, my disappointment in seeing her hair still piled on top of her head.

“You haven’t said anything about my hair,” Janine said, almost pouting.

“After that time at the concert when you caught me trying to undo it, I thought I’d better not bring it up,” I said. “What I can see of it, I love.”

“Do you?” she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Would you like to see some more?”

“I’ve been dying to ever since the company ümraniye bayan escort picnic.”

“What did you see at the company picnic?”

“I saw your hair come down — when you fell during the race.”

“You did? You saw my hair down?” I nodded, a little sheepishly.

“That wouldn’t have anything to do with why you volunteered for that committee, why you asked me out, would it?” She stood up and started pacing at the foot of the bed.

Realizing I might be in trouble, I began scrambling. I figured she was proud of her hair, but didn’t want to be just some fetish object.

“Well, I suppose it got my attention,” I said. “But do you think I’d have gone out with you all this time just because of your hair? Do you think I think that little of you?”

“You never know,” Janine said. “You’d be surprised at what I have to put up with. Men brushing up against you in public, actually grabbing it. Two guys I dated wanted to cut it for me, and one man in an elevator asked if he could shave my head!”

“Janine, believe me. I don’t want to cut your hair. I wouldn’t dream of shaving you head. Is that why I’m tied up? Are you afraid I have a pair of shears hidden in my suitcase? I love you, as you are. I want to be with you, inside you.”

“We’ll see about that. I think you know by now that I like to be in control. I have plans for you, so be good, and don’t mess them up. I’ve suspected for some time that you have more than a passing interest in my hair. I can tell by the way you look at other women.”

“I never look at other women.”

She shot me a cold look. “Don’t you lie to me. You think I don’t notice, but I do. You stare at women with long hair, not short hair.”

“I stare at you,” I said, trying to change the subject.

“And you know I have long hair. I’m trying to decide whether you deserve to see it again.”

I decided begging couldn’t hurt.

“Janine, may I please see your long hair?” I pleaded.

She sat down at the antique dressing table across the room, her back to me, and removed a few hairpins. A long ponytail, starting at the top of her head, fell down past the chair seat.

“It’s so long,” I stammered.

“Just wait,” she said.

“Do you keep it hidden because of the men?” I asked.

“Partly,” she said. “It always gets caught in things. The people in legal are very conservative. People stare and make comments.”

She paused and turned around to look at me with a wicked look in her eyes, “And, for moments like this.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a big hairbrush. “I know this sounds like a cliche, but I brush it 100 strokes every night,” she said, starting to run the brush through her hair.

“I’d be happy to do that for you,” I offered, “if you’ll untie me.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” she said. “You’re starting to prove why I needed to restrain you. Besides, I’m doing this for your benefit. Don’t ruin it.”

Keep your mouth shut, I thought to myself, watching eagerly as the brush added loft to the long ponytail. Janine walked over to the bed, sat down beside me, reached up to where the ponytail started, and ran her fingers down to within a few inches of the ends.

Using it like a brush, she reached over to her left shoulder and lightly whisked it down along the spaghetti strap and across her upper chest. I felt her give a little shudder.

“Would you like to feel my hair?”

“What do you think?”

“Don’t get smart with me. Tell me. Do you want to feel my hair?”

“Yes. Please. I want to feel your soft hair against my skin. I’ll die if I don’t have it.”

“That’s better,” Janine said as she reached over and began brushing it back and forth across my face.

“Soft,” Janine said, no question in her voice.

“As silk,” I replied, feeling the strands tickle my nose and lips.

“Just wait,” she instructed, unbuttoning my pajama top and exposing my bare chest.

Janine again gathered her ponytail, this time to about three inches from the ends, and began brushing my nipples until they stiffened. She kept brushing lightly down toward my navel, and popped the snap on my pajama bottoms, exposing my hardening penis.

“I suppose he wants some, too,” Janine said. I nodded my head vigorously.

“We’ll see,” she said, pulling the pajama bottoms toward my bound ankles, briefly untying one to remove one leg. She played with my feet, gently tickling the soles with long brush-strokes, then letting my toes slide through her ponytail before sweeping up my legs and thighs.

I thought I knew what was coming next, but Janine climbed off the bed and removed her silk tap pants, revealing a brown triangle.

“My pussy is feeling neglected,” she announced, climbing back on the bed to straddle my face. Facing the foot of the bed, Janine lowered her soft mound near my lips, then reached down and spread the outer lips with two fingers, exposing a reddish-pink interior.

I lifted my head to reach her, first touching her clitoris with escort bayan nişantaşı the end of my tongue, then straining to raise my head enough to cover her sex with my mouth, gently sucking it and rolling it between my lip-covered teeth.

Janine started to moan slightly, but stopped. “You’ll have to do better,” she said.

“I’m trying, but you’re hard to reach.”

“We can fix that,” Janine said, settling her lovely pussy on my face. At times I could hardly breathe as she squirmed, grinding her clit into my chin while I licked her vagina. Several times I took a deep breath before burying my nose in her hole while sucking and licking the inner lips and clitoris. I lost track of time as her wetness flowed down my face and even trickled into my left ear.

Janine alternated between sitting directly on my face and leaning over on all fours to let me catch my breath. When she did, I could feel her long ponytail draped over my thighs and up my crotch. I moved my hips to feel the sensation.

“You’re supposed to be paying attention to me,” Janine said, snapping her head back and sitting up straight again. “You’ll get that when you earn it.”

I focused in on her clit, making tight clockwise circles with my tongue and moving my head slightly from side to side. She sat harder, pressing my head deep into the pillow, tilting her hips backward and forward. When she tilted her head back I could feel her hair brush across my forehead.

“Oh, yes, yes. Give it to me hard. Keep it going,” she said in a low voice that seemed to come from deep inside her. I managed to take one last deep breath before she planted her clit against my chin and pressed hard for what seemed like forever. Janine began to shake and fell forward, hugging my thighs.

I raised my head a little and flicked my tongue over her clit, sending little after shock waves through her body with each stroke.

“You’ve earned a little rest now,” Janine said, dismounting from my face. “You’ve been very good.” She leaned over and kissed me softly, then began sucking my lower lip into her mouth, followed by my upper lip. The next thing I knew, she was licking her own juices off my face.

When she finished, Janine sat back down at the dressing table and pulled the ponytail holder from the top of her head, spreading a brown curtain across her back. She leaned forward in the chair, flipping her hair in front of her, and began brushing it out again. My cock had lost some of its starch, but quickly stiffened again at the sight.

“Wow!” I exclaimed. “You have no idea how much the sight of you with your hair down turns me on. You’re a goddess. You’re Rapunzel!”

“I am,” Janine said. “Imagine what it’s like to be able to feel this hair against your skin any time you like. To wrap yourself in it.”

As she talked, Janine gathered her hair in front of her, using it to massage her breasts and stomach. Then she whirled around, sending it flying behind her like a cape and settling softly all around her body.

Janine walked back over to the bed, bent over and kissed me hard on the mouth.

“What do you want?” she asked.

“Your hair.”

“Do you think you deserve it now?”

“Yes. Please! May I please have your soft hair?”

She kissed me again as she gathered her hair and arranged it in a pile just above my head.

“Here it comes, baby,” she whispered, warming my ear with her hot breath.

Janine began trailing kisses down my neck and chest, and her hair began covering my face like a blanket. The smell was intoxicating, the sensation out of this world, and I moaned my approval.

She continued sprinkling dry soft kisses down my body, including my cock and balls and beyond, dragging her brunette mane behind her over my trembling body.

Janine picked up my cock and nuzzled it with the side of head, massaging it gently before she continued the trail of kisses down toward my feet. Every inch of my skin tingled with pleasure beneath her hair.

“Please, Janine, do it again!” I begged.

“I have something better for you,” she said. I couldn’t imagine what that would be, but managed to stammer, “Do anything you want, darling. I’m yours.”

“You are mine,” she said kneeling on the bed next to me. She leaned over, slowly sweeping her hair up and down my body. Using my groin muscles, I lifted my cock to catch the waves of hair flowing over my skin, sometimes getting it caught in a delicate, delicious tangle.

“Oh, Janine,” I cried, “I love this! Please don’t stop.”

She picked up the pace, moving faster and faster until the sensation of her hair against my skin changed from soft caresses to stinging, almost like being whipped. I began to feel a tingling in my hands and feet, moving inward.

“Ow, oh, yes! Ow, oh, more!”

Janine stopped suddenly, flipping her hair backwards so it hung down her back, then pushed the long front strands behind her ears and looked at me.

“Don’t you know that’s hard on my neck?” she asked somewhat angrily, rolling her head slowly from side to side, stretching her neck muscles.

“I’m sorry Janine. I’ve just never felt anything like that before. Please finish me, Janine. I’ll die if you don’t.”

“And how would that be bad?” she said, a smile creeping across her face.

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Sitting inside the Carleton University library, absorbed in her online research, Nova Scotia native Jessica-Lynn Joseph didn’t notice the Black man until it was too late. Moving swiftly, he wrapped his strong arms around her and she yelped in surprise. Clamping his meaty hand over her mouth, he nuzzled her neck. Jessica-Lynn laughed, and playfully smacked Bruno’s arm. The Boston-born African-American stud was a real riot. She loved/hated how he often got the drop on her. Bruno Lancaster laughed. He looked into his girlfriend’s computer, and frowned. For a woman supposedly researching sociology, her computer was stuck on a peculiar website. A sex toy store. Bruno laughed as Jessica-Lynn hastily clicked out of the site.

I was doing research, Jessica-Lynn said sheepishly. Bruno laughed. He looked at her, and shrugged. Why were women hell-bent on hiding the fact that they liked porn? Online researchers proved that one out of four people watching porn on the web was a woman. Women watched hardcore pornography, along with bondage stuff and also the more tame erotica stuff. Growing up in the City of Boston, Massachusetts, Bruno considered himself pretty much liberal. Even though he came from a somewhat conservative background. His father Ernest Lancaster emigrated to the State of Massachusetts from his native island of Jamaica as a young man in the 1980s. He studied Criminal Justice at what would later become Bunker Hill Community College and eventually became a Massachusetts Department of Corrections officer.

As for Bruno Lancaster’s mother, Elisabeth Hilton, she was one hundred percent Boston Irish. Her ancestors moved to the United States from Ireland centuries ago. The six-foot-tall, red-haired and green-eyed Bostonian fell for the intrepid Jamaican immigrant whom she met while teaching at Northeastern University in Boston and they got married. That’s how Bruno Lancaster came into the world, on New Year’s escort şişli Day 1988. Twenty four years later, the six-foot-four, broad-shouldered and well-built, light-skinned, curly haired and hazel-eyed African-American stud was an outstanding academic. He played football for Boston College, where he earned his bachelor’s degree in sociology. Then he opted to study in the prestigious Sprott School of Business at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Bruno fell in love with a certain Canadian gal. Someone who was his polar opposite in just about every way. Bruno Lancaster, the tall and athletic son of a Jamaican-American law enforcement officer and a white female university professor, fell in love with a nerd.

Jessica-Lynn Joseph. Black female nerd. Standing five feet eleven inches tall, slim and fit, with dark brown skin and short, curly Black hair, Jessica-Lynn Joseph was quite lovely. Or would be if she took care of herself. With her thick nerdy glasses and her fascination for every humanitarian cause that came her way, she really lived in her own little world. Jessica-Lynn Joseph, the daughter of a Haitian Catholic father and Black Nova Scotians mother. Raised in a strict Christian household, she was also quite religious. Jessica-Lynn Joseph attended church three times a week on average. Oh, and she also sang in the church choir. How she fell for a hard-drinking, hard-partying, skirt-chasing, man-about-town like Bruno, now that was one for the ages. They say that opposites attract, and in many ways that was absolutely true.

Bruno looked at Jessica-Lynn, the young woman he had fallen in love with. Haitians and Black Nova Scotians lived on opposite sides of the world but they combined to create truly beautiful offspring. He’d seen beautiful women the world over but he had never met anyone with Jessica-Lynn Joseph’s exotic good looks. And he was rather exotic himself, the escort bayan taksim son of a Jamaican man and Irish-American woman. Black and white. Nevertheless, he was mesmerized by her. Not only was she quite beautiful but she didn’t seem to know it. There were many beautiful young women at Carleton University. Ottawa was one of Canada’s most racially diverse towns, after all. Somali women. Ethiopian women. Brazilian women. Eritrean women. Albanian women. Haitian women. Italian women. Kosovo women. South African women. Lebanese women. Saudi women. Egyptian women. Yemeni women. Wow.

Bruno Lancaster smiled as he ran his hand through Jessica-Lynn’s hair. She smiled and continued typing her assignment on the computer. It was astonishing how much he loved this young woman. And it wasn’t just because of her looks either. There was something about her. He’d seen female beauty in so many forms. And yet, he had never seen anything quite like Jessica-Lynn Joseph, the young woman whose beauty riveted his randy eyes. Yeah, Jessica-Lynn Joseph, or K-Joe, as her friends called her, was in a class by herself. He couldn’t think of many women who could show up in class wearing coffee-stained gray sweatshirts, blue shorts and cowboy boots and somehow, um, make it look hot. Well, Jessica-Lynn Joseph did. Time after time. Lots of men and probably quite a few women on campus had a thing for her but she didn’t seem to notice. She was too busy trying to save the world. Sometimes, he felt a bit neglected. Of course, he didn’t tell her any of that. He played the part of the dutiful boyfriend.

Jessica-Lynn noticed Bruno looking at her and grinned. She saved her research, and told him she wanted to go home. Home being her dorm which was ten minutes from the university library on foot. Bruno seemed morose so Jessica-Lynn playfully smacked his ass and told him she had a surprise for him. They walked slowly, hand in kartal escort bayan hand. Once there, Jessica-Lynn sprang on Bruno the surprise of a lifetime. The sexy African-American stud was surprised when his sexy Black Canadian girlfriend laid him down on her bed, and got naked. Well, she’d done that before. However, the strap-on dildo jutting about her hips was, um, something new. Jessica-Lynn smiled wickedly at Bruno and asked him if he liked his surprise. Bruno scratched his head. Um, when she put it like that…

Bruno howled as Jessica-Lynn invaded his tight asshole with her strap-on dildo. The sexy Black Canadian dominatrix bent the hunky African-American stud over and worked her dildo up his ass while stroking his big Black cock. Laughing, Jessica-Lynn smacked Bruno’s ass. The Black man from Boston wasn’t so tough now that he was getting fucked in the ass. Jessica-Lynn enjoyed herself as she sodomized her man. How many times had she dreamed of taking him like this? Too many times to count. She considered herself a three-hole woman. She let him stick his dick in her mouth, pussy and asshole. The least he could do was let her do the same. She fucked his sweet ass and to really top things off, she pressed a special button on her mechanical strap-on dildo, unleashing hot artificial cum deep inside Bruno. The Boston man squealed. The Nova Scotia woman closed her eyes and exulted in her sensual victory. Who’s the motherfucking bitch now?

After this fantastic session of passionate fucking, Jessica-Lynn Joseph and her sexy boyfriend lay in bed together. Bruno held his sweetie in his arms, still amazed that the sweet and tender young Black woman nuzzling against his powerful chest was the same dominatrix who unleashed hell upon him moments ago. Wow. There were so many different sides to just about every woman on the planet. You simply never knew what they might reveal to you any day of the damn week. It certainly made for an interesting if challenging experience, that’s for bloody sure. Still, the Boston guy was thrilled to have found the lady he felt he was meant to be with. A sexy Black goddess descended from the Black Loyalists of Nova Scotia, Canada. Isn’t life grand?

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** Part 1 introduces a lot of the storyline before they make it to the doctor’s office **

“Hey, sleepyhead, you awake?” She woke up to him rubbing her back and whispering in her ear. She yawned and turned over to look at him.

He was already up and dressed, wearing a white button up, navy tie and grey slacks. For a doctor, he liked to dress nicely instead of wearing scrubs. It was his clinic after all, he could do whatever he wanted.

She rubbed her eyes and smiled at him. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?” He sat down on the side of the bed.

“Mmm, yes I did. You already off to work?” She cuddled into the blanket thinking about how loving he was last night.

“Yeah, I’m running a bit late – but I’m really looking forward to our appointment today. Can you be there in about an hour?”

She leapt up from her sleeping position. “Shoot! What time is it? I need to call in to tell my work I can’t make it today.” She frantically searched for her phone around her side table.

“Woah woah, it’s okay. I already called in for you. Doctors orders.” He winked at her.

Relief shot through her. “Wow, thank you, babe.” She was so grateful to have someone she could rely on for a change.

He started to put his shoes on. “Alright, I’ve got to get going to take care of a couple of things, but I’ll see you in one hour at my clinic, okay? Oh, and maybe take a bath to relax before heading over. It’ll help with the…de-tensing.” He winked again and headed out the bedroom door.

When she heard the front door shut, she started to get out of bed and get ready for her appointment. The clinic was walking distance so she had plenty of time.

‘What does one wear to physical therapy…for a vagina?” She thought out loud. She walked to her closet to take a look at her wardrobe. She had been to regular physical therapy before to help loosen her tight hips, maybe she should dress how she dressed for that. Cropped hoodie, short athletic shorts, warm socks (because clinics are always so cold). She should probably skip panties, since he’ll make her take them off anyway.

Her heart started racing as that thought crossed her mind. Had she thought through this enough?

She decided not to overthink it and take her bath. She went to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. She pulled out her epsom salt, and some eucalyptus and frankincense essential oils and dropped a few drops of each into the bath. Then, to top it off, she added a sprinkling of dried rose petals.

After lighting some candles by the rim of the tub, she stripped off her clothes, played her favorite lo-fi hip hop mix and lowered herself into the tub. He was right, her muscles were already loosening up a bit. She laid back and shut her eyes, enjoying the silence of the morning.

After 20 minutes, she got out of the bath, dried off and dressed. She had just enough time to drink a protein shake and head out. She usually worked out early in the mornings but the physical therapy was taking precedence today.

She arrived at the clinic 5 minutes early and didn’t know if she should come in through the lobby or if there was a side entrance he wanted her to come in from. She hadn’t actually visited him at his clinic before, so she didn’t know it well. The front lobby would have to do.

“Hi there, can I help you?” Said a male receptionist when she walked in.

“Hi…um…I have an appointment for 9am, I think.” She started to fidget with her purse a little, not knowing if he had officially put her in his appointment calendar or if she’d have to explain this very personal situation to him.

“Ah, yes. Welcome to our clinic. I’ll let him know you’re here.” He seemed to understand and walked through the doors to the treatment area.

After a few minutes of waiting awkwardly, she saw her boyfriend’s head pop out from behind a door. He had put on a white lab coat over the outfit she had seen him in that morning. “Hey, you. Come on back.” He had a clipboard and everything. She smiled and walked over to follow him through the door.

As they were walking to their treatment room, he said “Wow, you look great. So relaxed.” He rubbed her back as he said this, making her feel more comfortable.

“The bath helped.” She said, smiling. She was grateful to him for making small talk because she was feeling really out of place.

“Alright we’re here. Take a seat on the patient bed for me.” He said, as he shut the door behind him and locked it. Then, he pulled over a roller stool and rolled over to where she was sitting.

He searched her face. “What are you feeling right now?” His hand moved to her knee and it felt nice and warm compared to the clinical environment around them.

She kind of blurted out her feelings in her uncomfortable state. “I really don’t want your employees to know what we’re doing. Do they know you have an appointment with your girlfriend? I can just imagine what they’re thinking right now.”

He had a look of understanding on his face. “They don’t şişli escort have to know what we’re doing if you don’t want them to. I can keep the paperwork private. But they do know that you’re my girl. I can’t keep that a secret. And as far as what they’re saying…well, I’m the boss, so I’d like to see them try and say something.” She hadn’t seen him assert his dominance like that before. It was kind of sexy. She looked down, getting embarrassed about being turned on in a doctor’s office.

“Now, are you ready to start? I want to make sure we make full use of this time.” He returned to the gentle voice that she’s used to. He walked over to an arrangement of tools and gadgets and pillows aligned on a counter.

“I think so…what is all this stuff?” She started to get flashbacks of metal clamps being inserted inside her and tensed up.

“These are all the things I wished I had last night to help you.” He picked up a wedge-shaped pillow and brought it over to her.

“Now, lay down for me and let’s put this wedge pillow underneath your lower back. It’ll help change the angle and take the pressure off of your entrance. I was beating myself up last night for not having one for you.”

“Oh, that’s okay.” She brushed his worry aside, a reflex she has when there’s too much attention being put on her.

“No, it’s not, baby. It’s not okay. I want to be able to take care of your needs. But don’t worry, now that I’m starting to get more acquainted with your body… I’ll make sure to be well-equipped.” He winked at her and gracefully laid a kiss on her cheek before she had even had a chance to process what he just said.

“Okay, I’ve turned up the temperature in this room so you won’t get as cold but it’ll take a little bit to warm up. Would you still be okay with getting undressed now?”

“Sure. Should I take everything off or just my shorts?”

“I think everything would be best. But leave your socks on. I don’t want you getting too cold.” He said with a slight twinkle in his eye. She blushed.

As she was undressing and getting back on the table, he went back to the counter to grab a few other items. He walked back with what looked like a slim dildo the width of a thin pipe cleaner and a bottle of lube.

“What is that?” She asked him, eyeing the slim dildo.

“It’s the smallest size insertable that can be made. I thought we’d start here so I can get an idea of just how tight you are.” He explained, while applying a liberal amount of lube to it.

“Okay, spread those pretty little legs for me, sweetie. Let’s get you nice and relaxed.” He put the dildo aside and pulled some warm oil from his white lab coat pocket. He put some on his hands and began to massage her inner thighs, knees, and calves. It felt really good. The room was beginning to warm up and she was starting to feel really relaxed.

“Mmm, you look like you’re enjoying this.” He said, smiling.. He was beginning to massage closer to her outer lips.

“I am. Your hands feel really good right now.” She said in a tranquil voice.

“Good. I’m going to start soon. Don’t forget to take breaths like we practiced last night okay?” He grabbed the dildo and leaned against the patient bed so that he could get a better angle for insertion.

Her body was already starting to tense up with the idea that he was getting closer to putting something inside of her.

She felt his fingers rub her clit and the entrance of her pussy, probably getting acquainted with where everything was located. He must’ve applied lube because it felt extra slippery.

“Fuck me, baby. You are so fucking wet right now.” He said, continuing to rub circles around her delicate spots.

She began to blush, realizing her body had reacted to him asserting his dominance in the doctor’s office in their earlier conversation.

He chuckled and got close to her ear. “Does it turn you on being a patient in my clinic?” He gave her a kiss on the neck.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it.” Her nipples were hardening at this naughty scene she was in. The thought of where she was and what she was doing was hard to wrap her mind around and she was feeling fuzzy, similar to how she felt when she’s had a couple of drinks…

He leaned into her, putting his face against her ear. “No…don’t apologize. I’m going to make you feel so…so good, beautiful.” She felt the touch of silicone near her entrance and knew that he was trying to insert the dildo. She began to take deep breaths in preparation.

“That’s it baby. Deep breaths, that’s my girl.” She loved when he whispered in her ear with his deep vibrato. It sent shivers down her spine.

She felt the dildo going in, and it didn’t seem to hurt at all but it also didn’t feel like much. Her body was not tensing up, but maybe this size was too small. He realized this, too. He took the dildo out and put it aside.

“I think your body can easily handle this size, which is great news. But unfortunately, I don’t have an insert in the next size up yet and I don’t think taksim escort you’re ready for the other sizes I have…” He trailed off, thinking deeply about what to do next.

She waited, feeling a little sad that they may have to cut their appointment short if he didn’t have the tools he needed.

“Would you…sorry, this is completely unprofessional and I wouldn’t normally do this, but, would you be open to me using my fingers to try some things on you? Now that I know you can take that size, I think my hands are a good size up.”

She didn’t know why her face was flaming red. I mean, it’s her boyfriend asking her this, not a random doctor, but for some reason, the doctor’s office environment made this whole situation feel very naughty. But if using his fingers would keep them continuing down this path, then she was open.

She smiled up at him. “Yes, let’s try it.” She kept her legs spread, indicating that she was ready when he was.

“Mmm, this’ll be fun.” He said, chuckling, getting closer to her and leaning his body in so that he could get a better angle with his hands.

He slid his hands to her mound and kissed her neck, suckling on her soft skin and leaving a slight pink mark. “Just relax your body for me, I’m going to take such good care of you.” He whispered as he lightly touched her entrance, drawing small circles around her inner lips to spread her wetness around.

The sensation was overwhelming. She started taking deep breaths to stay relaxed, knowing how tight she would be.

“That’s it, stay here in this place with me and let me love you,” he whispered.

He continued making gentle circles and then started to slowly enter his index finger into her tight little hole. She let out a muted whimper of fear as he was entering. She could feel herself tensing. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you. I’ll go…slow.” As he said that, the tip of his finger entered into her. She started to feel very warm, tingly and full.

“Oh..fuck..it’s in.” She said, shocked by this fact. He was actually able to get some of his finger inside of her…and it felt good.

“Yeah it is, I’m going to keep going, okay?” His movement was a little quicker this time and he slid in almost halfway with his finger. She let out a gasp but remembered to relax and breath again.

“Mmm, that went in pretty easily, princess.” He chuckled. “How do you like it?” He asked as he started to move in and out slightly, pushing up when he got all the way in.

She let out a sudden moan and her nipples turned rock hard; goosebumps began to form all along her arms. “W-what are you doing to me?”

“Oh, that?” He pushed up again,, making sure to graze along the top part of her pussy. “That’s your g-spot.” He smiled a sly smile as he began to thrust with his finger.

“F-fuck, it’s insane. Keep going…please don’t stop…I’ve never felt like this before.” It was getting harder to maintain her breathing but it was sure getting easier to forget her previous trauma with sex.

He smiled and chuckled. “Oh baby, don’t worry, I’ve got all day with you.” He brought his second hand to her clit and lightly rubbed it while increasing the speed of his finger inside her. “I’m going to help you get everything you want inside this tight little pussy.” She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as he moved. His words and the deep vibrato of his voice were intoxicating. Then, he began to slow down again.

“But first, I’m going to go nice and slow…small strokes…right.on.your.g-spot…” With every word, he thrusted in, then out, making her go crazy. She felt so safe in his arms. She couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. She was all in and she wanted him to know.

“C-can you suck on my nipples?” She asked timidly, not knowing if he wanted to do something like that.

He looked up at her expectantly. “Really? Are you ready for that?” He smiled and waited for her to think it over.

“Yeah, please. I want to feel your lips on my hard nipples.” She knew he would be gentle without her having to ask, given his previous actions.

“Then I’d love to, sweetheart.” He moved the hand that was caressing her clit to her right breast and massaged it while looking into her eyes. He then removed the finger that was inside her and licked the juices off. “Fuck you taste good. I need two hands for this.” He winked at her and began to massage the other breast, too. This went on for about a minute.

“Mmmm, I can’t wait to suck on these…delicious looking nipples.” He said tenderly. The waiting was killing her, she wanted him to ravage her.

“Please do it. I can’t wait any more.” She pulled his head onto her breast. He laughed gently and let out an aroused groan. He was enjoying how much she was enjoying this. He started massaging and flicking the nipple of the breast he wasn’t licking.

The way his tongue touched her nipple, she couldn’t control herself. She let out a loud moan. He stopped licking and put one hand on her mouth.

“Shh baby. We don’t want çapa escort anyone coming in here. I’m not even close to being done with you.” He kept his hand on her mouth and went back to what he was doing. Lick by lick on her nipple, her pussy was getting more and more soaked.

It was as if he could tell how wet she was getting because he looked up at her from all the sucking and asked “Would it be okay if I went down on you for a bit? I’m feeling a bit hungry.” His hands massaging her breasts felt so good that she was feeling a little delirious and the next thing she knew, she agreed.

Smiling, he got onto the patient bed and removed the wedge pillow from underneath her. Then, he leaned on top of her, giving her a soul-sucking kiss before trailing kisses down her body to her secret spot.

She could feel his warm breath on her pussy lips as his mouth got closer. He put his hands underneath her, gently grasping her ass cheeks to make sure she stayed still. His tongue reached her inner lips and he lapped gently at her entrance, taking in her juices. “Mmm you taste so good.” Her clit was throbbing even more in anticipation. She was trying so hard not to moan loudly.

He looked up to see if she was enjoying it. “That’s my girl. You’re doing such a good job staying quiet for me. I’m going to lick every inch of your sweet little pussy.” He went back to work, this time moving to her clit. His tongue was so warm and soft and knew just how delicately to lick. The circular motion mixed with his deep moaning was driving her insane. She accidentally let out a squeak. Understanding how difficult it was for her to keep quiet, he moved one of his hands to her belly and gently rubbed it, making her clitoral stimulation less intense and more like a massage. It was so sexy how knowledgeable he was about the pleasures of the female body.

As he continued his relentless licking and sucking, she felt herself reaching an orgasm. Her body was warming up and her breathing was becoming more shallow.

“Ooh, baby, was that a quiver? Do you need some release?” He slowed down his licking but continued the circular motion on her clit that was driving her insane.

“Fuck, I’m getting so close. I don’t think I can be quiet anymore. I want to cum on your tongue.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you, baby girl.” He stopped licking for a second and handed her a small pillow from under the patient bed. “Put this over your mouth for me while I take you over the edge.”

He moved back down to her pussy and started licking in delicate circles. This time, he licked her entrance and rubbed circles on her clit with his index finger. His rough, strong hand was just the right pressure.

“Ooh, my.god…I-I’m…c-cumming.” She moaned loudly. Her back arched, she pushed his head down into her. He held her tightly and made sure he could keep his mouth on her as she squirmed and her hips bucked. Her toes curled; she couldn’t think about anything but what she wanted to do to him.

“Mmmm, I can taste your cum, baby girl. You taste so sweet.” He said as he lapped up her wetness. “Did you like that, sweetie?” He asked, massaging her breasts and resting his head on her pelvis.

“Babe, I need to feel you inside me.” She didn’t know what was coming over her but she knew all of a sudden that there was an ache inside her that could only be filled by him.

He looked up and smiled. “I’d like nothing more…But, I need to make sure you can take me first.” He got into the big spoon position and his body warmth was a welcome feeling to the chilled room surrounding them. He spread her legs so that one was hanging behind his hip and he had access to her clit. He rubbed it a little and then started playing with her entrance. He used her wetness to lubricate his finger and started to kiss her neck.

As he continued these motions, he began to insert his middle finger inside. To her surprise, there was no pain as he entered, just a tight feeling.

“Oh wow, it’s going in so easily,” she said out loud. She closed her eyes to try and enjoy this moment.

“That’s right, baby. Looks to me like you just needed the right person to give you what you need,” he said. She turned her face towards him and he leaned to kiss her passionately on the lips.

He increased his speed as he inserted his full finger inside and made sure to graze her g-spot again. In and out, relentless motions, making her lose her senses and just focus on her pleasure. She was gripping his thigh, trying to hold back her loud moans as he finger-fucked her like never before.

“I can’t take it anymore.” She barely got the words out when she felt a rush of wetness coming out of her pussy. The warmth of her arousal was at an all-time high. She had no idea what this was but she wanted him to finger her harder – to drill her pussy like a jackhammer.

“Oh fuck yes, baby. Squirt against my hand. You like when I put this fat finger up your tight, wet little pussy?” His arm muscles were flexed while he kept the momentum going. This only turned her on more.

“Yes, babe. Please don’t stop.” Her squealing and moaning was even surprising her. She didn’t know she had that in her. She felt like she was losing her mind. He kept drilling her pussy with his finger, hooking up to stroke against her g-spot until she squirted again.

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A hot blonde is taking a big cock in her wet pussy. On my computer screen, a hot porn is playing. The girl is being fucked hard in the doggy position, the man’s massive cock is making her scream in immense pleasure.

“OH YEAH FUCK THIS PUSSY!” She comically screams.

The man pulls out of the woman and she lies on her back. The man lifts her legs in the air and slams his fuck inside her pussy. The girl moans unrealistically as she takes all 7 inches inside her hungry pussy.

I lay perfectly nude on my bed with my laptop next to me. As I watch this hot display on my computer, I thrust my cock in and out of my fist. From my balls to my tip, my hand rubs, and brings me closer to cumming. I stare at the girl and can only imagine covering her tits with my cum.

In the video, the guy thrusts his cock until it’s balls deep inside the girls pussy. His cock pulses and cums inside the girl. He pulls his cock out and his warm cum drips out of her satisfied pussy. The girl moans one last time before the video ends.

Right as the video ends, my cock can’t handle all the pleasure anymore. I give it one last stroke and my cum shoots up and lands on my stomach. a little bit of cum even drips down my cock.

Once it’s over I am filled with a deep sadness. I figure this is as good as it got because I would never have sex. I would especially never get to be with my crush, Liz.

I’ve lived next door to Liz since 8th grade. I’ve had a crush on her ever since I first saw her. It’s been years and I can’t shake how I feel about her. Me and her used to be close but after a while we kind of drifted apart. Now that we’re both adults, hopes of being with her are pretty low.

Liz is Mixed race, with curly brown hair, and beautiful blue eyes. She often wears large round glasses that just makes her look cuter. She is about 5″5 and a just a little chubby. She usually wears baggy hoodies and T shirts with movie posters on them.

As for me, my name is Matt. I have shaggy brown hair and green eyes. i’m exactly 6 feet tall and i’m more on the skinny side. I’m usually wearing flannel shirts and jeans if i’m going out.

As of late I’ve felt kind of like I’ve been falling behind everyone else. I’m 18 years old and I’m still a virgin, most of my friends have lost their virginity. I know it sounds kind of whiny, I’m just kind of worried it’ll never happen. I’ve never had my first kiss so needless to say I was feeling kind of pathetic.

I was never very good with girls. I’m always to nervous to talk to most of them. I have a few female friends but that’s only cause I’m not romantically pursuing them. At this time I’d kind of just accepted I wasn’t boyfriend materiel.

I was hanging out with my friend, Terry one day and we began talking about her and her and her latest boy toy. She told me about she’d been having regular sex with him, and all the stuff they had done together. They’d done all kinds of positions, anal, and even a threesome. It kind of made me feel bad about myself. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for Terry but it made me feel that much worse about my own sex life or lack there of.

I’m home alone watching The Graduate when the doorbell rings. I go downstairs and open the door and to my surprise it’s Liz. She’s wearing a baggy “Night Of The Living Dead” shirt and tight black yoga pants.

“Liz, What are you doing here?” I say confused.

“What, do you not want me here?” She replies with a sarcastic tone in her voice.

“What, no of course not, I-“

“I’m just teasing you Matt.” Liz mecidiyeköy escort chuckled.

Her laugh was so adorable, I’ve always loved her smile too. She hold her elbow with her hand in a cute pose and asks,

“Hey I was wondering if you’d wanna come over tonight, hang out like we used to. My parents are out of town so we can pretty much do whatever.” She said with a more coy tone. “I’m feeling kind of nostalgic, I wanna hang out like we used to.”

I can’t believe my ears, Liz wants to hang out again. Her words had given me goosebumps and sent my heart racing. It’s gonna be fun, I figure we’ll watch a movie and finally reconnect.

So I get a shower and put on some nice clothes and go over to her house. When I get there she is still wearing the same clothes she had on this morning. Strangely enough she is wearing a little makeup this time.

We go up to her room and sit on her bed. She turns on her PS4 and pulls up Netflix. we get about halfway through the movie when she turns to me and asks,

“Matt, do you have a girlfriend?”

“Can’t say that I do.” I say begrudgingly.

“Oh, do you have a boyfriend?” She teases.

“Now hang on.” I says in a panic.

“I’m just teasing you.” She says with a sexy coy tone.

“I just assumed a good looking guy like you would be dating someone.”

Me, good looking? Her comment catches me by surprise, Liz thinks I’m good looking!? I didn’t think anyone found me good looking, I’m not sure what to feel.

“Trust me you’re the good looking one.”

I regret saying those words as soon as they escaped my lips. I’m kicking myself inside, why did I say something so stupid?

“You think I’m good looking?” She asked

“Well of course, I mean not to sound creepy or anything.”

“It’s not creepy, I’m honestly flattered.”

“Really, usually girls don’t like it when I compliment them.”

“Do I look like other girls to you.”

“No, you look better.”

“Oh my god that’s so cheesy, I love it.”

For the first time in a long time, Me and Liz were connecting. We were laughing and teasing each other. Every now and again she would say something kind of flirty but i just chalked it up to my imagination.

The entire feeling of the night changes as soon as she asks me,

“Are you still a virgin?”

I hate having to tell her this, it’s what I’m most insecure about. Though I’m not about to lie to her.

“Yeah… I know it’s kind of pathetic.”

“No Matt, it’s not.”

“Really, I always thought I was weird for being a virgin, I’ve never even kissed a girl.”

I wasn’t exactly sure why I was opening up to her, I guess she just made me feel more comfortable.

“Matt It’s okay, I was like you when I was a virgin, I wish I’d had someone to show me the ropes so to speak.”

Without warning, Liz placed her soft hand on my inner thigh. My heart damn near jumped out of my chest, My dick grew hard almost instantly.

“Matt, do you wanna fuck me?” Her voice changed from coy to seductive.

I was so caught up in the moment, all I could do nod was in approval. She smiles and immediately goes in for a kiss. It’s deep, and our tongues wrestled for control over the other. This is my first kiss and it’s nothing short of amazing.

Our lips parted and for a few blissful seconds our eyes locked. Staring into her perfect blue eyes bathed the moment in intimacy. I still couldn’t believe this was happening to me.

Without breaking eye contact, beşiktaş escort Liz slowly begins lifting up her shirt to reveal her mouth watering double D tits. She removes her shirt and throws it to the floor, seductively smiling at me. She takes off her glasses and places them on her nightstand. I barely notice as I can’t take my eyes off of her gorgeous tits.

“Oh you want to see these?” She asks me while massaging her own tits through her bra.

She takes my continued stare and heavy breathing as a yes and slowly undoes her bra. It fell onto the bed and her tits are not only visible but within arms reach. She grabs my hands with her own. Her soft skin sends shivers through my arms. She moves my hands onto her large tits. I’ve never felt tits before, and now that I have I never wanna let go. They felt so plump and juicy, Liz seems to be enjoying this almost as much as I am.

I go in for another kiss, this one shorter than the last. I begin making my way down, kissing down her neck before making it to her gorgeous breasts. I lick around her nipple and she softly moans. While I do this I trace my hand down her stomach, into her pants, before making it just above her shaved pussy.

She pushes me on to my back and says,

“Lose the clothes handsome.”

Her voice speeds up my heart with every word. it’s like she has direct control over my heart beat.

“Here, let me.” She says reaching for my shirt.

She lifts up my shirt and kisses my nipple with her soft lips. She lifts up her head and unbuckles my pants. She pulls off my pants and underwear making me completely naked.

She licks her lips once she’s sees my fully erect cock. She puts her soft hand on my cock sending pure bliss throughout my entire body. After planting one deep kiss upon my lips she kisses down my entire body. She kisses my hard cock which sends my body to heaven and back. She licks up the shaft, then puts the head of my dick in her mouth. Her tongue wraps around my cock, making it grow harder then I knew it could. she begins to take it slowly deep her in her mouth and I let out a moan. She begins sucking on my hard cock more and more aggressively. I grab the sheets and begin shaking with pleasure.

“OH GOD I’M GONNA CUM!” I shout.

She releases my dick from her mouth just before I cum. I begin panting, I’ve never felt so good in my entire life. She gets off the bed and begins taking off her yoga pants and panties.

“You taste so good baby.” She says practically moaning.

Her words almost make me cum on their own. With her pants and panties off, she stands before me completely naked in all her glory. She turns around to show me her thick ass.

“How do I look baby?” She says while slapping her ass.

She summons me with just her finger and I approach her quickly. We both passionately kiss, and our hands explore each other’s bodies. My hands grab her ass and she softly moans into my mouth. I slap her ass and she squeals into my math, gripping my skin tighter.

She breaks off our kiss and lays on the bed. She parts her thick thighs and seductively tells me,

“Baby I want you to come here and eat this pussy.”

With no hesitation I lie on my stomach in front of her. I run my tongue over her pussy over and over.

“Mmm yes baby!” She moans.

I continue to eat her out, trying to replicate the same bliss she gave me. I continued to eat her delicious pussy for 10 more minutes. Finally she begins to shake and moan,

“OH YES BABY, THAT FEELS fındıkzade escort SO FUCKING GOOD!”

As I ate her beautiful pussy and made her cum, I could taste her in my mouth, and it was so amazing.

“Come here baby, I wanna taste my fucking cum on your lips.” She moans to me.

I get up and we more aggressively kiss. Her tongue moves over mine, It’s obvious how much she enjoys this.

we reposition, I get on top of her and she spreads her legs under me.

“Now, time to take your virginity baby, you ready?” She eagerly asks.

“Fuck yes!” I respond passionately.

I thrust my cock inside her, The feeling is new and unfamiliar but welcome and blissful. I put all my effort into my thrusts, my hard cock going aggressively in and out of her hungry pussy. At first my cock only goes halfway in before I pull out, but now I go balls deep inside her, and she loves it. She digs her nails into my back, and her legs tightly wrap around mine.

I move my hands to the bed post and her hands meet mine. Our fingers lock, and we squeeze each others hands. Her soft skin causes a blissful shiver to race through my nerves. With each thrust of my cock her hand grips mine even tighter.

After one last thrust, Liz flips us over to the point where she’s now on top. She kisses me passionately as we readjust to the new position.

“Trust me, you’re gonna love this position.” She says excitedly.

She grabs my cock with her soft hand and aims into her hungry pussy. It goes in and my cock is in heaven. We both moan in unison, and our blood ignites. She begins riding me slowly, my cock slowly leaving her pussy then pushed back in.

With my hands I grab her tits and begin teasing her nipples. She moans more, and I move my hands to her ass. I squeeze her ass cheeks and she moans even harder. I trace my finger over her asshole, expecting her to tell me to stop, But she doesn’t. I continue to tease her asshole and she eventually moans,

“JUST PUT IT IN!”

With that I jam my middle finger into her eager asshole. She begins riding me even faster now. My finger goes deeper and deeper into her ass and she moans harder and harder. I put another in and she starts cumming again, drowning my dick.

My fingers slip out of her hole, and she gets off my cock.

“Baby, I want you to fuck my ass.”

This was a fantasy of mine, one I couldn’t believe was coming true. Liz got on her hands and knees and awaited my cock. I put one hand on her ass and one on my hard cock, and slowly began guiding it into her asshole. My cock was already lubed with her cum so I was able to jam it in without too much effort. Once my cock was halfway inside her ass she began moaning. I slowly started to fuck her ass, and with each thrust she pushed back against my cock with more enthusiasm.

“OH MY GOD YES FUCK MY ASS!” She screamed.

I can feel the cum build up inside my cock with each thrust.

“I’m gonna cum baby.” I say to her.

Upon hearing those words she pulls my cock out of her ass. She starts sucking my cock vigorously. I grab the back of her head and push it down on my cock making her gag. finally she just begins to suck on the tip, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I came rope after rope into her mouth. She swallowed all of it, little by little, and my dick has never felt better.

We both lay down on the bed and she cuddles up next to me.

“Oh my god, that was amazing Matt. Not bad for your first time.”

“Liz, I didn’t know you had all that in you.”

“I’m what they call, a nymph, I can be really kinky when I wanna be.”

“Well I look forward to doing more with you.”

“Oh, me too,” She says with a suspicious tone

“Good night baby.”

I kissed her on the forehead, and after that we both fell asleep in each others arms.

…To be continued.

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