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This is a little introduction about how I recently had my first experience with a guy. An older guy. Everything in this story is true including people’s names and ages.

This first part is just so you get an idea of how we “met” and the kind of things we got talking about.

I’m Jay, a pretty ordinary 21 year old guy. I’ve always considered myself straight and like any ordinary 21 year old guy I’m always looking for stuff to wank to.

So a couple of years ago I started looking around some chat sites for a bit of fun. I’d try to chat to the girls on there but nothing much would happen. Then some of the guys started messaging me.

I’d ignore it at first, but then I started to get interested. Chatting with guys was straight to the point. No messing around, just;

“Hey, how’s your cock?”

“Hi, fancy wanking with me?”

I guess that’s when I started feeling a little bit away from completely straight.

Anyway, long story short, I eventually settled on one site which was JUST guys tossing off and talking dirty to each other. I dread to think how much jizz I’ve shot due to the horny chat on that site! Most of the guys were fun, we’d get really dirty and descriptive and I’d get what I was after.

Then a guy called “edgehound” showed up. Our first chat was instantly different than any of the others. bodrum escort bayan We clicked straight away. Everything we said to each other just made us both crazily horny. We started having more and more wanks together, learning each other’s kinks.

He loved that I wasn’t even half his age and really got off on the fact. He even learned that he enjoyed some humiliation play. Having me teasing him and laughing that I’d never let his pervy old cock anywhere near me!

I learned a lot from him too. For a start I learned how hot it was to be objectified and have my body inspected (we did some roleplays like this). Edgehound told me all about how he’d love to have my legs up in the air and spread wide, spread my pussy and give me a thorough inspection. Describing it and perving over it.

That’s another thing. Pussy. In the past I’ve said things like arse, bumhole, ass, the usual stuff. Now I always refer to it as my pussy. My boi pussy. We played out so many horny scenes of him perving over my exposed body, edging me for ages, controlling my orgasm and everytime milking out the biggest loads of semen ever.

He’d offered for me to come over and have it done for real a few times. I was still pretty shy though and we lived quite far apart so I always politely declined.

Then, yalıkavak escort a couple of weeks ago, we started chatting. It was the usual stuff, inspecting my pussy, describing my cock. Some kind of perverted cross between a medical exam and just some sleazy guy wanking me off. We both had the day free so we let it go on for a while. We got quite a few hours into it, maybe 6, and I started getting desperate.

6 hours was about the longest sessions I’d had up until this point, and believe me you really start to gag for the release! I begged him to let me jizz.

“Oh no, you’ve got at least a couple of hours to go yet,” he said.

I don’t know why I let him do it but I obeyed. I could have just wanked off there and then and got my relief, but I kept going. Things started to change then. I was going crazy with lust. So desperate to spunk but loving the desperate feeling in my cock.

By this point I’d learned that edgehound’s real name was Rich. Rich had changed tact a little too by this point in our wank. Normally he was very focused on my pussy during our chats. But now he made sure I couldn’t take my mind off my bellend (a big fetish of mine!).

He was talking about it constantly. Making me stand in front of a mirror admiring it. Telling me how he’d gümüşlük escort inspect it and keep it right on the edge of orgasm. It was amazing and after 6 hours of our usual sleaziness it was blowing my mind!

About half way through his 2 hour limit it got even more amazing. I was in the middle of typing to Rich when I felt a throbbing in my cock followed by a warm trickling feeling over my stomach and crotch. I looked down and my slit was pouring with precum.

This had NEVER happened to me before. I’d dripped a bit in the past when I was really horny but nothing like this. I got so excited and Rich started to tell me how I’d just learned to milk myself. It was like I’d just learned to wank for the very first time.

Over the next hour he managed to milk me 2 or 3 more times. There were strings of the stuff hanging from my slit, between my fingers. Everywhere!

In the end he kept to his word. After about 2 hours he told me he was going to let me ejaculate. He made me stand in front of the mirror, looking at my bell end again, and wank myself over the edge. I’ve never felt anything like it. I let out a huge high pitched moan and after 13 or 14 explosive shots I collapsed down against my bed, watching the most semen I had ever produced pouring down the mirror. My helmet throbbing and pulsing in front of me, a deep shade of purple.

After a couple of minutes I came to my senses and went back to the keyboard. After that performance I knew what I wanted.

“Rich… I have to meet you…”

Now you have a bit of an idea of the kind of chats that we’d had. How this all started. And so we arranged to meet up for a bit of a “chat” on the next weekend…

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Living in the country has both its pros and cons fresh air, green grass and the great outdoors. But what it’s mostly lacking is beautiful women. So a few years ago, I would see this sexy young lady walking home from school. Never bothered her because I figured she was jailbait at the time. A little chubby, but definitely had a good build.

She definitely seemed a little too young for me. Considering I was in my late 20s, not to mention being a fat guy with a goatee was more than likely not her type.

So a few years go by and I started talking to a young lady on a dating site. Who claims to live in the same area as me. We exchanged a series of messages turns out. She only lived a few houses away from me.

I knew right then, that a girl I had only dreamed about possibly fucking was now talking to me. It was a little after midnight and we just begin our conversation. The realization that she lived so close. Made me realize that it was matter of days, If not hours before I could fuck her.

She told me she had only ever been with one man and was in a relationship. Her and her boyfriend had been having some problems. She told me the sex was good with him. But he was not all that big, just around average.

I asked her how old was her boyfriend and she told me he was around 20 and she was 19. This told me everything I needed to know and that was she was sleeping with a boy, not a man.

It was nearly 6 AM and we were still talking and I was exhausted, horny and load. She made the decision she was ready to come over and meet me. We both fell asleep before the actual meeting only to exchange messages again a few hours later around 9 AM.

It had been less than 12 hours since we started talking and she arrived at my house nearly 10 AM. She was definitely nervous, but so good-looking and made the decision to leave. We talked for several minutes on the front porch. As I was trying to make her feel comfortable and salvage the fuck.

I convinced her to come back inside where we talked for a short while. I wanted to show her some sex positions, bodrum escort that she could try with her boyfriend. We both had our clothes on and I asked her to lay back on the bed.

I position myself between her legs and started teaching her the basics. She was wearing leggings so I was able to dry hump against her pussy. Afterwords I returned to being between her legs in a sitting position. I took my thumb and shoved it right on her crotch and started rubbing against her clit.

She asked me what I was doing and I told her rubbing your pussy. She let out a moan and I asked to pull down her pants, so I could rub it. She allowed me to grab her pants and I tried yanking them all the way down. But she managed to grab a hold. Now I started rubbing her pussy with my fingers for real.

She was slowly breaking down her grip was loosening on her pants. I told her let me take them off so I can eat your pussy. She allowed me to fully remove them. I pulled her to the edge of the bed and began eating her pussy.

Her pussy tasted so good it didn’t have a nasty flavor or anything. It was actually sweet and smelt amazing. Just working my tongue and eating her was a real pleasure. She was also slightly sticky as if she was nearing ovulation. I slowly begin removing my pants.

Getting my cock ready. I took two fingers slowly pushed them in her pussy as I continued to eat it. She let out a huge moan as she was incredibly tight. I knew right then that this was going to be a struggle. As her boyfriend was much smaller than me. I knew her tightness was going to probably wear me down.

I asked her if she wanted to take off her clothes and position herself in the middle of my bed. She began removing everything and made herself comfortable. As I begin stroking my thick dick.

Finally it was the moment of truth. A fantasy about to be fulfilled, I was going to fuck the girl next door. I position myself between her legs and began pushing my dick against her opening. It was a real struggle as we were both nervous.

When muğla escort I finally started penetrating her she told me that it hurt. I could feel her opening squeezing so tight around my head, as she was stretched to capacity. I pulled back out and pushed in, it was an amazing feeling and slightly painful for her.

It was now time for her to experience a real man and not a boy. I threw her legs onto my shoulders and ask her to give me her arms. I pulled her towards me as I begin pushing my dick deep inside.

Less than halfway in her pussy she became incredibly tight, virgin tight. I force myself in her all the way balls deep and pulled her as close to me as possible. She cried out in pleasure.

As I filled her pussy too capacity. I was nearly twice her boyfriends size and she had never felt anything like it. It was official, she was officially cheating on her boyfriend. I began thrusting my dick in and out of her pussy going balls deep with every thrust.

But I knew I couldn’t last long. It had been days since I had sexual release and several weeks since I had sex. After only a few minutes thrusting in her hard and deep I had officially broken in her pussy. Something her boyfriend failed to accomplish.

She was moaning and crying out in pleasure. I threw her legs over my shoulder and lifted myself off of the bed and began holding her down. She told me not to cum in her pussy. I told her I want you to feel it.

I begin fucking her harder and faster, My body covered in sweat as I pounded her pussy. Fucking her in a way she had never been fucked. I told her I was about to cum and she told me to cum inside her pussy.

With a final thrust I let out moan and drove myself balls deep cuming inside of her. I laid down next to her and ask if she had cumed. She told me No, As she was trying to process the fact. She had just cheated on her boyfriend and let another man cum inside her.

I will admit this was definitely considered a quickie, but her tightness just wore me out. I reached bodrum sınırsız escort bayan for my purple dildo and told her I’m going to make you cum. My Dick was nearly 7in long and 5.5in thick, So definitely above average. My purple dildo was 8.5in long and 5in thick.

I took the dildo and applied some lubricant to get it wet and slowly started pushing it inside of her. Surprisingly my cum was not leaking out of her pussy. Her tightness was holding it deep inside of her.

I pushed the dildo all the way in and she felt discomfort in her stomach. I had officially hit her cervix. I pulled back slowly and pushed back in till she felt pain. There was about 1.5in of dildo in my hand. That means the tip of my dick was pressed against her cervix when I orgasm.

My sperm had not leaked out because I injected it straight into her cervix. My sperm was making their way to her egg. She was on birth control, but I knew it was about to be tested. In a way she didn’t realize.

I begin working the dildo in and out of her pussy. Laying next to her and rubbing her clit. I worked it in and out In big long strokes. Going faster and faster getting her every bit closer to an orgasm.

Her orgasm is about to take my sperm straight to her egg. She got closer and closer, and begin giving me direction on exactly where to rub. My hands were exhausted, my arms sore.

She was about to cum, and did she ever cum. She lost control and had probably one of the hardest orgasms of her life. When I removed the dildo it was completely white covered in cum. I had brought her to a thick white creamy orgasm.

Shortly afterwards we got dressed and I took her back home. She was upset with me that I had cumed in her pussy. But she had told me it was okay. She was worried that I might get her pregnant because of my recent pregnancies.

I told her not to worry about it because I masturbated the day before to put her mind at ease. But in reality I was nearly 4 days absent and actively taking a fertility supplement. I gave her a breeding load.

Several days go by and I talked to her again. She went on a date with her boyfriend the same day we had sex. Not telling him, that she had cheated on him. She also told me she had masturbated nearly 4 times in a row the following day. The thought of my cum inside of her was an incredible turn on, she told me.

But in reality I think she was ovulating.

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It was back when I was eighteen and a cute little thing just into the latter half of my freshman year in junior college. My parents decided to hire me out as a nanny during the summer for this couple out in the backwoods who had three daughters and needed a hand. Not to mention the fact that my parents needed the money. The Wednesday afternoon drive out there with my mom was uneventful and boring and the last ten miles on the gravel road were, to say the least, uncomfortable. We pulled up to a modest and very rustic looking cabin with a barn not far off on the one side, a lush lawn on the front and a ring of pine trees all about the property. It looked like the olden days from the history books at school.

We arrived and a gaggle of little girls came out to greet me and Mrs. Young (really, as she was only 28) came out and took my bag. She pretty much ignored me and just spoke to my mom who was a friend of hers so I kind of understood. Mrs. Young and the three girls were all in farm dresses and looked so old-fashioned compared to what I was used to. I went into the house with the girls and shortly after my mom left and Mrs. Young came in with my bag.

“Christie, you’ll be staying on the cot in our room so have Rachel take you in there and put down your stuff.”

Obediently and without having to be told, Rachel all of eight years old and the eldest of the three girls, came over and took me by the hand and led me to the master bedroom. When I went to put down my bag on the cot there was a handmade farm dress laid on the bed, as if waiting for me. I was about to ask but Rachel read my mind.

“Momma wants you to put on this dress while you’re here because Daddy says ladies don’t wear pants ‘specially around the house.” With that she pirouetted and was out of the room in a flash.

Even though I didn’t much go for the old fashioned thing back then I was a nice kid and I went along to get along. So not wanting to make waves I shed my jeans and my tee-shirt and put the dress on. It was mostly modest except for the front where it showed a bit more of my chest than I would’ve preferred, but then in a way, that was kind of liberating to show off a little, too. All dressed up now just like the other ladies of the house I went out to the kitchen where Mrs. Young was working on dinner.

“Christie, you look lovely! Let me see you!”

She took my hand and spun me around. Then, with a disapproving look she looked down at my fancy sneakers.

“Sweetie, around here we don’t wear shoes in the house. Shuck those ugly things off and let your toes breathe a little. And while you’re here I don’t want to see those again, okay?”

“Yes, Mrs. Young.” I replied.

“Sweetie,” she took my face in her hands in a very motherly way, “another thing you can do for me while you’re here is call me Anna, okay?”

“Yes, Anna.”

A minute later I came back to the kitchen and got an approving smile from Anna as she looked down at my very white and unusually bare feet. She asked me to help with the dinner and I went right to work doing so after she handed me an apron to put on. I was no stranger to a ktchen and Anna was pleased to let me make my own recipe for biscuits and I got a serious nod of approval when she dipped a finger in the dough and sampled it.

I was having a fine time with Anna and the girls making dinner when I heard a pickup truck coming up the road. You could hear everything in these woods, it seemed. Anna heard it, too, and undid her apron and put it down, as did Rachel. I took off my apron and followed them outside to join them on the grass by the drive. The grass felt so cool and sensuous on my bare feet that I was distracted by the feeling as the truck came to halt just in front of me.

“Christie? Is that you?”

Anna was smiling as her husband came up to me. Randy was the spitting image of Sam Elliot, the actor, but in his thirties and not in his sixties. I must say that my heart jumped a bit when he took me by the shoulders to inspect me.

“You’ve just become the most charming little thing, haven’t you?” He smiled at me so warmly that I felt a little glow come over me.

“Thank you, Mr. Young,” I think I blushed, too.

“What’s this ‘Mr. Young’ stuff? You can call me Randy while you’re here, okay?”

“Yes, Randy.”

“That’s better,” he chuckled, “now I smell something good cooking! How ’bout we get to that, huh?”

The six of us went back in and were son sitting down to dinner at the kitchen table and we had a lovely conversation about my day so far, getting used to the house rules, and about Randy’s day at the bank he owned. It was when we retired to the living room that I noticed there was no TV and no radio. I wondered what they did for fun and Anna saw my lost look and chatted with me about how they didn’t let the outside world into their world with the girls. The girls were playing with dolls and Randy was reading a newspaper while Anna busied herself with working on what looked like a nightgown. I found a book with some old stories in it about some guy named Ivanhoe and was really enjoying myself when Anna broke my reverie.

“Christie, why don’t you come escort bodrum and I’ll show you how to help the girls with their evening bath?”

We padded off to the bathroom and I was surprised to see that while the rest of the house was so old fashioned, the bathroom was really very nice, even though all the brass and wood made it seem to match the rest of the house. Anna got the water going and the bathroom steamed up in a pleasant way.

“Kimmie!,” Anna called to the three-year-old, “Bath-time!”

“Yes, Momma!” was the ever-obedient reply as the little girl came running.

The little girl came into the bathroom and held her arms up and Anna swooped the dress of of her in one motion. It was cute as the naked little thing jumped into the water and it splashed about a bit.

“It’s the one thing where we let the girls misbehave a little so you have to deal with it a little differently.” Anna said this as she turned her back to me.

“Would you be a dear and unbutton me?”

I just kind of gaped at her for a second.

“Christie, I want to wear this dress tomorrow and I can’t hardly do that if Kimmie gets it all wet, now can I?”

Okay, that made sense. “Sorry, Anna, I just haven’t ever…”

She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. “That’s fine. I’m sure we’re really weird to you up here in the woods with our own ways of doing things, but this is who we are and you’re part of who we are for a while at least. You may as well get used to some surprises, now help me out of my dress.”

She turned her back to me and I undid the buttons down to her waist and it was then that I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. When she stepped out of the dress I noticed there were no panties, either.

“Okay,” she said, “turn around.”

I did as I was told, afraid to do so and afraid not to. Just as I thought, Anna undid my dress down to my waist. I held it to my chest as she motioned for me to turn around.

“C’mon, Christie, we’re big girls here.”

She gave me a motherly look and eased my hands from the dress and I stepped out of it. At least I still had my bra and my satiny Victoria’s Secret panties.

“Christie?”, her look was clearly impatient, “Kimmie’s water is going to get cold. Now give me that bra and those awful panties.”

It wasn’t in me to disobey so I was soon bare and Anna had my undergarments in her hand.

“Hmmm. Size three on the panties and…” she fiddled with the tag “…34C on the bra. You are growing up, aren’t you?” She smiled at me.

“Okay, c’mon and let’s clean up some little girls!”

The next thirty minutes was really kind of fun with water and laughter and a lot of playing around as we got the girls cleaned up and ready for bed. The girls went out to join their father after their baths and then Anna had me get in the bath and it was kind of neat to be a little kid again and have her be a mother to me as she cleaned me up. I dried off and we traded places and then she had me get into the nightgown that she’d be sewing for me. I went to reach for my panties and bra as I was about to get into the nightie.

“None of that, Christie,” she said as she took them, “those things are the Devil’s own handiwork and you’ll not be wearing those things in this house. Now you’re not on your period so you don’t need any drawers and if you do we have some. Girls your age get awful yeast infections from not letting themselves air out down there the way God intended and you’re going to be healthy while you’re here, you got it?”

I nodded.

She went on, lecturing me as we both stood there in the nude.

“Don’t you ever get itchy down there when it’s hot?”

I nodded ‘yes’ because, come to think of it, I did.

“That’s why. Now go keep an eye on the girls.”

She turned to the door as I pulled the soft and recently handmade nightie over my head.

“Randy? Your turn, hon!”

I walked out the door and down the hall and Randy smiled at me as he made his way to the bathroom where he properly closed the door.

It was not that long afterwards when Randy and Anna came out in their nightclothes, Anna in her nightie and Randy in pajamas, to see the girls to bed. I went with Anna to tuck the girls in and then we both went back out to the living room where three small wine glasses were waiting.

Randy handed both Anna and I a glass.

“Christie, this is a little tradition of ours and I know you’re not old enough to drink, but we’ll make an exception for you tonight as we welcome you to our home.”

He held up the glass in a salute to me and Anna did the same.

“Cheers!”

They downed the wine and looked at me to do the same. Which I did. It was sweet and syrupy and the tang of the alcohol was rather pungent. I found out later that it was forty year old sherry from Anna’s parent’s vineyard.

We sat and chatted and I kind of liked how they treated me as an equal and when it came time for bed we all three went to the master bedroom and Anna gave me a hug and then Randy did, too. It was strange to feel my little boobs squish up against Anna’s ample bodrum escort bayan chest and then when Randy hugged me I went to hug him in that way where you just lean in to someone, you know what I mean? And he just took me by the hips and pulled me close for a bear hug. I realized he only had just the pajamas on and his manhood became the very first to press against me like it did.

I was a little dazed as Anna tucked me in and, I guess it was the wine and the busy day, but I soon fell asleep.

I’m not sure when it was during the night, but I heard Anna whimpering and I heard the big bed squeak with a sort of rythym. I listened for a while and realization slowly dawned on me that not five feet away from me that Randy and Anna were making love.

I didn’t hear Randy leave in the morning but I did hear Anna as she came back to the bedroom to get me up.

“C’mon sleepyhead, we’ve got work to do.”

Anna and I brushed each other’s hair as we were getting cleaned up for the morning and then I helped her button up her dress. It felt sort of naughty to me as she buttoned me up in my dress; here I was getting dressed and I had no panties on and no bra on. When I went to the bathroom later in the day it was strange to not have to pull down my panties as I peed, all I did was lift up my dress and sit down and go.

The day was a blur of activity and daily chores as Anna had me help Rachel with her lessons while she played with the other girls and then there was lunch and more lessons and chores and more playing and then it was time for dinner and then we were doing bathtime again. This time Anna stayed out with Randy and let me bathe the girls by myself and I followed the household tradition of doing so in the buff. It made sense to me now to keep my one and only dress dry because the laundry wasn’t done until Saturday to conserve on hot water and just because it made sense to them to do all the clothes on just one day a week.

When I got done with the girls there was no wine waiting for me as I went out to the living room and Anna and Randy took my place.

Afterwards we chatted for a while and then it was bedtime. Again, I promptly fell asleep being as I was tried from the busiest day of my life

The sky was clear on this night and the moonlight was shining brightly in the window when I woke up to the sounds of Anna and Randy making love again. My teenage hormones and curiosity demanded that I try to see what was going on and I turned in my bed as quietly as I could to see what they were doing.

My heart was in my throat as I saw Randy naked in the moonlight. Anna was on her back with her knees on either side of Randy as his hips made a slow and steady motion back and forth at Anna’s body. Her hands lovingly wandered over his body and caressed the muscled back that I could see so clearly in the moonlight. It was fascinating to see something up close that I’d only ever heard whispers about before. Without thinking, I sat up on an elbow to watch the loving parents of three children go about the business of trying to make number four. As before, Anna started queitly whimpering as Randy pushed harder at her. I thought for moment that she was uncomfortable but then heard her whisper, “Harder!”, at Randy and I knew she was enjoying herself. Randy was soon making the bed noticably squeak and then Anna gave out a little shriek which I knew to be one of joy. Seconds later, Randy moaned a sigh that sounded like relief and it was then that I noticed he saw me looking at them in the moonlight. I instantly rolled over and feigned sleep while I heard Anna whisper something to him and then they giggled a little before we were all asleep again.

Friday was a repeat of Thursday except that while I waited for the nightly bedroom activities to take place that evening none did.

Saturday was a different routine.

Anna awoke me and I saw that Randy was still in bed. We did our morning routine of brushing each other’s hair and then we got dressed and made the breakfast. The smell of the coffee brought Randy and the girls out from their beds just as we were setting the breakfast on the table. Breakfast was a wonderful affair with laughter and giggles and food and then Anna told me to get the table and the kitchen cleaned up while she started the laundry.

It seemed strange to me that Anna would go outside first to start the laundry, but that’s exactly what she did. I was cleaning the dishes and the pans and watching Anna carry armloads of sheets outside. One by one, the girls went out to join their mother. Randy sat at the table sipping coffee as the ladies of the house busied themselves together.

“I saw you watching us the other night.”

Crap. I was hoping to avoid this conversation.

“I didn’t mind. Really.”

He didn’t?

“You’re eighteen and you’re old enough to know about these things.”

I was in the middle of breaking a sweat when I heard a scream. I ran outside and Anna was holding a naked little Kimmie who had stepped on something and fell when she tried to get away from whatever it was.

“Christie, gümbet escort bayanlar please get Kimmie inside and settle here down. Tell you what, put her on your bed and close the curtains and we’ll have her take a little nap to get over this.”

I did what I was told and soon had the little girl hushed away on my bed which was currently just a bare mattress. I put a light blanket over her and smoother her hair until she was asleep. When I figured she was sound asleep I went back outside and found the whole family naked with a big kettle boiling over a fire.

Anna broke my trance-like state.

“Christie, get your dress off and into the pot so we can wash it. We boil the laundry once a week to make sure any ticks are dead.”

Okay, again that made sense. I shucked my dress and it disappeared in the frothy, boiling water.

I don’t know what it was, but something made me look at Randy and I found him giving me the once-over. I was sure Anna would kill him for the way he was looking at me.

“Anna, isn’t Christie beautiful?”

Anna looked at me the same way, more or less. “Yes , she is. You’re really pretty, Christie. You’re going to make a good mother, too, I bet.”

Randy nodded approvingly.

The rest of the day we all went about our business naked and I even stole a few furtive glances at the strange looking equipment hanging from Randy’s front. I tried to imagine that all inside of Anna and it just didn’t seem to make sense when I’d look at Anna and she seemed so small down there.

About an hour had gone by since Kimmie was sent to take a nap and she came out of the front door crying. Anna handed me the paddle to stir the laundry and admonished me to be careful before she went to attend to Kimmie.

It turned out that Kimmie always cries when she wets the bed and today she had wet my bed. Oh, lucky me.

Randy went into the house and brought my mattress out and threw it up on the metal roof of the chicken coop to dry up and air out.

A short while later the laundry was flapping in the light summer breeze and I was amazed to see that our cotton dresses were dried by lunchtime. I was absolutely relieved to be covered by at least the dress for the rest of the day. By the afternoon the sheets were all dry and Anna and I made the beds, except for mine, while Randy kept the girls busy.

We had our dinner and the sun went down and my poor little bed was still unfit to sleep on.

“No problem,” Anna said, “We’ll make room for you in our bed tonight.”

Gulp.

“That’ll be nice.” said Randy.

Gulp again.

I wondered about Randy and his manhood as I stripped myself and bathed the girls. I was and wasn’t surprised when Anna came to the bathroom as I stepped into the water to mother me and she poured a lavender scented oil into the bathwater…”So we can smell like ladies tonight.”

As is common for the backwoods high country, an evening chill set into the summer air and when I reached for my nightie after Anna had had her own bath and dried off Anna gently took it from me.

“We’re friends, Christie, and you won’t need that tonight.”

A knot entered my stomach as we padded out to the living room and Randy’s eyes perked up as he saw us. He’d taken his own evening bath in the stream outside saying that he liked the bracingly cold water sometimes. From the looks of him at the time I now know that the water wasn’t cold enough.

There were three glasses of wine ready again and when we repeated our ceremony from the other night my throat burned a bit with the wine.

“That’s a little of my Everclear fortifying that glass of courage for you there, Christie. Hope you don’t mind.”

I could only nod that I didn’t mind, but I also had no idea what it was that I didn’t mind.

My head was a bit buzzed as Anna took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I’d had a few fears about the evening but the rush of the liquor did, indeed, take them away and I was relieved to climb onto the soft bed with the cool, white sheets.

“Spread your legs a little, sweetie.” I didn’t bother to question, I just did it and Anna rubbed me down there with something cool and slick.

Anna then lit a candle on a side table as Randy came into the room.

“The girls are all asleep.” He said to Anna.

I was transfixed as Anna sidled up to him and kissed him while at the same time her hand sought out his manhood. I saw it rise up and was amazed when Anna knelt down and took it in her mouth and did things to it that I’d never imagined nor ever heard of. Randy’s head went back in pleasure as she did what she did and then he came back up and kissed her on the lips as she rose from her knees.

“She’s ready.”

Randy nodded at her and then looked at me as if he were starving and I was a hamburger. Anna got up on the bed and cuddle up next to me and pulled my lips to hers and gave me what was my very first romantic and passionate kiss. I felt her hands on my breasts and then felt them wander down between my legs where her fingers started to do magical things to me. I felt my glow come up and felt myself relax with her touch. I didn’t complain when she slipped a finger into me and the magic just got better. It was as if she knew everything to do to make me feel so special and warm inside. I felt myself answering her probing at me with my hips, I was trying to get more of this fabulous feeling into me. Anna stopped kissing me and turned to Randy who was at the foot of the bed.

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She wanted him to touch her but they were never close enough to touch. All day she thought about what it would be like to have his hands on her. Over her clothes, against her skin, it didn’t matter. She craved his touch but could never say it. She knew she came off a little angry during the few times they spoke but it was only because she did not like feeling so out of control. She struggled between wanting to let him know how she felt and blaming him for making her want him.

One day she stumbled on an opportunity to be close to him and knew it was her moment to give in to her desire. A car ride. There wasn’t enough room for her but he was always too clever. As if he knew her secret desire he motioned to his lap and offered to make room for her. Of course he covered it up in a joke. Her heart sped up and there was a tingling in her stomach. She felt her panties grow damp at the thought of sitting in his lap and knew she was blushing.

It was dark in the bodrum escort bayan car as she climbed onto his lap. At first she sat tentatively on his knee grabbing the seat in front for leverage. They hit a bump and she would have fell forward if not for the strong hands that slid around her waist and pulled her back towards him. She was wearing a very thin flowing skirt that fell to just above her knees. Through the thin material she could feel everything. She was pushed right up against him and she could feel him hard through his pants. Where his hands were on her waist she felt hot and tingly even through her cotton shirt. Her legs against his legs, the heat they gave off was too much she thought everyone could feel it.

Every touch was electric and she bit her lip to stop herself from begging him to touch her lower where she ached for him. She had to move despite how nervous she was so she wriggled a little in the bodrum otele gelen escort guise of shifting her weight off him and softly apologized. His hands were like steel around her waist As he pulled her back down on him. She felt him grow even bigger and they both moaned together. His breath on her neck sent goosebumps down her back. Thankfully the loud music in the car and the idle chit chat of the group covered up their heavy breathing and soft moans.

She held onto the arm rest as she rocked gently back and forth up and down while he held her tightly in place. Suddenly his hand slid from her waist and found the hem of her black skirt. She felt him caress her inner thigh and slowly continue up her leg. His rough fingers made her shiver and she knew he would find her wet. She didn’t care if anyone could see at this point in fact it sent a jolt of desire through her at the thought of it. türk bükü escort Finally his fingers massaged her through her panties and she could not control the tiny tremors that shook her. He pushed the silk aside and slid a finger deep inside. She almost came from the force of it. The texture and thickness of his finger so different from her own. It felt like heaven. The gentle motion of the car gave them just enough momentum. A slow sensuous glide of forward and back. Every movement forward sent his finger deeper inside her and when she would slide back it would be just enough pressure on his hard length.

Over and over back and forth until just when she couldn’t take it anymore his thumb slick with her wetness found her clit and rubbed her fast and hard. From behind at that exact moment he bit lightly on her earlobe and the sensation was intense. She closed her eyes and the orgasm rocked through her firing every nerve ending from the white hot light behind her eyes to the tingle in her toes. She pressed back against him and she felt his muscles go rigid and then the pulse of his release. She was mesmerized by it and wanted to see him come for herself. She felt his body relax as he pulled her close up against him. He kissed the back of her neck gently and she smiled to herself satisfied. At that moment the car stopped.

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It was in the way that she smiled when she was looking at something else that had always mesmerized Jordan. Sure, Summer was beautiful when she was smiling directly at him, her pale blue eyes twinkling with mischief, her cheeks flushed pink, her smile lighting up the world, her dimples so prominent. But she smiled like that because someone had made it happen by telling her a joke, or saying something funny, or were just being amusing. What mesmerized Jordan was that she smiled when looking at objects, or just looking off into the distance, awe and wonder clear on her face as she admired the world for its simple and natural beauty; just as he admired her for her simple and natural beauty.

Summer was rightly named, not because she was considered “hot” by all the other guys that they knew, but because she shone as brightly as the summer sun, no matter where she was or what she was doing. Her hair was a shade between blonde and red, and depending on the light, it could be either or. She was cheerful and bubbly and energetic, and she brought enthusiasm to any group or situation.

Jordan absolutely adored her, and had adored her since their childhood, when they had met in the fourth grade. When he didn’t think about much beyond how he just liked to be around her and make her laugh.

But it wasn’t the fourth grade anymore, and with each passing day, Jordan began to see Summer in a new light.

They were both in first year at university, he studying biology and immunology, and she studying sociology with a special interest in indigenous studies. And this was their first four-month summer, the first time they were having their birthdays outside of the school year, and the year they both turned nineteen, the legal drinking age in Ontario. Summer and Jordan were exactly one week, two days and thirteen hours apart, with Summer being older. And she never let him forget it. It was actually this closeness in birthdays that led to them being desk mates in the fourth grade, and although Jordan resented being “younger”, he was happy that they had this connection, as if it was fate.

Ever since they were in the seventh grade, Jordan and Summer began this tradition where they each held separate birthday parties, and then in between their birthdays, they would have another celebration, just the two of them. It was a day that Jordan treasured, and each year he tried to make it out-best the last.

This year was no different.

Jordan held one pack of fruity drinks in one hand, and a pack of regular beer in the other, feeling proud that this would be the last time his older sister would have to buy alcohol for him. And Jenna barely even complained when he handed her the money and dropped her off at the beer store, although she did ask why he just didn’t wait a few more days. But Jordan couldn’t wait anymore. He had been waiting for this day for ten years.

He was standing outside of Summer’s house, but instead of going to the front door, he rounded to the back, to where their old treehouse was. It was too small for the two of them now, but for their party they still liked to sit underneath the huge oak tree and pretend that they were high up in the sky, among the branches.

Summer was already there, spreading out a worn, red and white patterned blanket on the ground, a wicker basket sitting at the base of the tree. For a second, Jordan stopped to admire her from behind. She was tall now, although not as tall as he. At 5’4, she came to just about his shoulder. Her hair was sometimes wavy and sometimes curly, and it fell all the way down her back, to just above the curve of her behind, that looked firm and round in her white jean shorts. Her legs were long and tan, and ended in a pair of tattered white Converse. She wore a blue tank top that would complement her eyes, he knew. And then she turned around, and he was right. And not only did it complement her eyes, it hugged her breasts in just the right way to leave a guy wanting more.

“Hey! You’re here! Why didn’t you say anything?” She said as she laughed, coming over to him and throwing her arms around him in a friendly hug. He hugged her back, awkwardly holding the alcohol packs, and then as she pulled away, he said quickly, “Just dazed that we’re finally legal, that’s all.”

“Well, I’m legal. You’re not quite there yet, mister. Four days, to be exact,” she said, teasingly, heading back to the blanket and taking the alcohol with her.

Jordan laughed good-naturedly, grabbing at her and swinging her around. “Younger, but bigger!” She squealed with delight, wrapping her arms around him tightly, her laugh contagious and carefree.

He finally placed her down on the blanket, then kicked at the basket. “What’s in there? Food?”

She grabbed at it, frowning. “Hey! Don’t kick! It’s fragile!” But even though she wore a frown, he smiled, knowing that nothing could spoil their day.

He bodrum escort stretched out on the blanket, staring up at the canopy of leaves above him, with just enough sunlight and sky filtering through to make it a perfect view. He took a deep breath, enjoying the spring air. He finally finished a year of hard work, and was working this summer to help pay for tuition at one of the best jobs in town, at a research lab. Jordan knew he could feel proud about his accomplishments, and he was. Just nineteen, but already paving his path. He turned to look at Summer, who had laid out beside him, staring up at the same leaves, at the same sky, but with different thoughts running through her head. He wouldn’t have been able to do it without her, and at this moment, he wondered what she was thinking, if she was grateful for him as he was for her.

“Do you ever feel like life is just one big circle?” Summer asked suddenly, still looking up, her arms going behind her head.

Jordan swallowed, forcing his eyes back to the sky above him. “What do you mean?”

“You know, does it ever feel like it’s just a routine that we have to go through, just a line we have to follow until we go back to the point we started at. We have to stop having fun in order to grow up, in order to go to school, so that we can get jobs, so that we can have money, so that we can have fun. We wake up, go to school or work, and push through another day, just to go back home and sleep again. It’s so… it’s so circular, you know?”

Jordan had noticed that Summer had had these kinds of thoughts for the past year or so. She said she was just maturing, wanting to learn more, to understand more about the world. And while he tried to keep up, he just wasn’t good at it. He didn’t understand profound and unseen things; he used science, and hard facts to come to conclusions. But still, for Summer’s sake, he tried. “I guess so.” Well, he usually tried harder.

Summer looked over at him, a smile playing on her lips as she swatted at him. “Be serious, Jord.”

“I am being serious,” he said, giving her his cheesy smile to show just how serious. But then his smile dropped and his eyes met hers evenly. “Whoever said routine and circles were bad things? I happen to think that circles are very nice. In fact, I like thinking that life is a circle; it means that we’ll end at the beginning, and the beginning is where all the possibilities are. Think about that. The end isn’t truly the end. Not really. Not when there are possibilities.”

Summer smiled even brighter at him, and Jordan melted. “Wow, four days shy of being nineteen and you’re already wise. I’d hate to see you at sixty.”

Jordan was pleased that she still wanted to know him when he was sixty. That was a good sign. “So what’s in the basket?”

“Oh,” she shook her head, grabbing the basket, “I bought champagne, my first bottle, but what you brought is so much better. Tell Jenna I said thanks and that we’ll enjoy it well.”

“Ah, she already knows. Who doesn’t enjoy alcohol well?”

Summer rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.”

Jordan helped her pull out glasses and open up all their alcohol, laughing as some of the champagne bubbled and spilled over. They held their glasses up for a few toasts.

“To finally being legal!”

“To finally being done school.”

“To finally enjoying our summer.”

“To having good alcohol.” Summer laughed at that one.

“To having someone special to share the alcohol with.”

Jordan smiled at her, clinking his glass with hers softly. “To having someone special.” Her eyes twinkled at that.

They drank, and Jordan could almost feel as if he was different, but he brushed it off, laughing to himself. He was a tolerant drinker, and one glass of champagne was nothing for him, especially because he was over 5’10 and broad in the shoulders and back.

For the rest of the evening, they continued to talk, laugh and drink, until finally the sun set and the stars started to come out.

Summer was on her third bottle of something, and she was tipsy and pink in the face. She shivered as she sat there. “It’s cold out here now. It’s May, it shouldn’t be cold anymore!”

“Here, I think I saw an extra blanket in that basket of yours,” Jordan said, reaching for the basket and pulling out a black fleece blanket. He draped it over the both of them. “Better?”

She nodded, putting her drink aside and snuggling into his side. “This is nice, Jordan.”

He murmured his agreement.

“Jordan, can I ask you something?” Summer’s voice was soft and he wondered briefly if she was falling asleep.

“Sure, what?”

“Are the stars prettier, or am I?” Coming from anyone else, her question would’ve sounded stupid, but coming from Summer… Well, Summer had always been an exception to Jordan.

He looked down at her from where she rested her head on his chest, and tilted her head up to look at him. “You gümbet escort are. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen and loved.” Her eyes focused on his, and he felt mildly surprised that her eyes were still pretty clear, even though she sounded sleepy.

“Jordan. Kiss me.” She whispered. He understood. To speak any louder would be to break the spell, to ask out loud for someone to step over the line of friendship into a land of uncertainty. But Jordan wasn’t afraid; he had never felt uncertain. He knew who he wanted to be with.

And so he flipped her onto her back, and leaned over her. Her eyes widened in anticipation. And ever so gently, he pressed his lips to hers. Her breath caught in her throat, and then her hands were in his hair, pulling him down closer, arching her back to close the space between them.

Jordan’s brain was on fire; tingles ran up and down his body. He shifted, adjusting himself so he was covering her more completely, his groin over hers. He pressed into her, hungrily kissing her, his hands running along her sides.

“Jordan!” She gasped as he pulled away and trailed kisses down her neck towards the edge of her shirt. One of her hands left his hair and grabbed his skirt at his shoulder. He nibbled at her neck, testing her out, seeing where she was sensitive, and smiling when he found it. “Jordan…” she moaned, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She pulled on his hair, and brought his face back up to hers, kissing him urgently.

His head was spinning with that kiss; it was powerful, full of lust and desire and love. Summer changed with that kiss, and she took control, pushing him onto his back and straddling him. She smiled down at him as he stared up at her, her beautiful face framed by the stars, her fingers teasing at the edge of her shirt.

“Summer… are you sure?” he asked. He wanted this, he wasn’t uncertain, but he wasn’t sure if she was okay… what if it was the alcohol? What if she didn’t really like him? He didn’t want to force her when she wasn’t sure.

She leaned down and pressed her lips to his. It was soft, barely touching, but it was confirmation enough. “Jordan, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” She lifted her shirt off and over her head, and Jordan felt like he had died. Dazed, he reached up and cupped her perfect, perky breasts, contained in a lacy pink bra. He had no idea what the letters meant, but he knew she was a C-cup. Bless these C’s, he thought. He gently squeezed, and Summer gave a sigh of contentment. She leaned down and kissed him again, moving her hips against his groin as he continued to gently massage her boobs.

Jordan sat up, and Summer squeaked before laughing. She kissed him, biting his lip teasingly as she tugged on his shirt. Jordan took the challenge and began to unclasp her bra, before realizing that he could actually lose this competition. Their arms got tangled around each other as they struggled, and then Summer pulled away, letting out a triumphant sound when she pulled his shirt over his head, her eyes smirking. Jordan got her bra off a second later, and to punish her [or was it to reward her?] he leaned down and pulled one of her sweet pink nipples into his mouth. She gasped, pressing herself closer to him, her hands going back into his hair as her triumphant look was replaced by a look of pure pleasure. He sucked gently, feeling it grow hard in his mouth, feeling himself grow even harder at the sensation. He pulled away and smirked at her, pulling her head down and placing a kiss on her lips.

She growled and pushed him to her other, neglected tit and he sucked on that for a while too. She lowered her head to his ear and in the damnest, sexist voice, she whispered, “God, I’m so wet for you.”

Jordan smiled at her, and flipped her again onto her back. He alternated between kissing her breasts and her neck, and she moaned, giving up and relaxing into his touch. His one hand played with her nipples, pinching it between his fingers. His other hand snaked down her taut stomach, towards her shorts, and clumsily unbuttoned it, before pulling the zipper down slowly, tantalizingly.

“Jordan…” She almost growled, pulling on his hair. He ran his hand down her thigh and back up, teasing her along her stomach.

“Beg me,” he whispered, just loud enough for her to hear him. She froze, her eyes locking with his.

“Beg you for what?” she whispered too, running her hand along his face and tracing his contours. She bit her lip seductively.

He leaned down, sucking on her neck again before moving to her ear. “Beg me to touch you. You know you want it.”

She pushed his shoulder, giggling. “And how do you know that?”

He smiled, and kissed her on her lips. She got lost in the kiss, but then started when she felt his fingers playing along her inner thigh again; so close, but so far. Jordan laughed inwardly as he felt her struggling with her desire to move, konacık escort and he only kept teasing her. Finally, she gave in and arched her back, gasping “Jordan, please!”

“Please what?” he leaned down and kissed her breasts, pulling her nipple into his mouth. She groaned, biting her lip.

“Please, touch me. I need you to touch me!” she whispered.

He smiled triumphantly, his hand leaving her thigh and slipping into her silk panties. He was surprised to find that she was smooth-shaven, but he couldn’t linger on that thought because his mind was wiped clean except for only one thing as his fingers touched her for the first time. Oh my god, she really is wet! His fingers slipped easily between her lower lips, and she let out a low moan. She was so hot, both literally and figuratively. Jordan kissed her with a renewed passion as he slipped one finger inside her. He moved it slowly in and out, and she began moving with him, rocking her hips and humping his hand.

“Oh god, Jordan,” she murmured her hands running down his back, her nails scratching him gently. He shivered, feeling it go straight to his dick; he was so hard, and that only made his need more unbearable. He rubbed himself against her to lessen the tension and her hand reached down to pet him through his shorts. She grabbed him, and her eyes widened at his size and hardness.

Suddenly, Summer pushed him off of her, his hand slipping out of her panties. She pushed him down and yanked his shorts and boxers off rapidly, without teasing him. “I can’t wait anymore,” she growled, her eyes lighting up with her ferociousness. She stood up and wiggled out of her shorts and panties, staring down at him almost shyly as she stood naked before him.

Jordan felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Her skin glowed in the moonlight, and her cheeks were flushed pink. She reached over to the basket, pulling out a condom, and passed it to him. “Jordan, I can’t wait anymore. Please.”

Jordan didn’t hesitate. He quickly ripped the package open and rolled it over his member, his eyes closing briefly at the contact. And then he pulled Summer down, and positioned himself before her legs. She wrapped her legs around him, pressing her sweet spot right up against his cock and wrapped her arms around him.

“Take me, and make me yours,” she demanded.

Jordan leaned down and kissed her as he pressed into her slowly. It was agonizing, going that slowly, and all he wanted to do was pound her relentlessly, but he knew he had to be gentle. He loved her, and he didn’t want to hurt her, and he wanted her to enjoy it just as much as he knew he would.

Finally, finally, he was completely inside her. Jordan paused, looking down at Summer’s beautiful face and marveling at this wonder. They were one, completely and utterly, and Jordan had never felt better. She was hot and tight around him, and she only tightened when he moved slightly inside her.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead. Summer had her face scrunched up, and she was breathing rapidly, biting her lip. Jordan suddenly had a thought that maybe Summer was still a virgin; they had always refrained from talking about their sex life, and all he knew was that she had had a couple of boyfriends in the last few years, but nothing serious. So it could be possible right?

Summer finally nodded, opening her eyes and smiling at Jordan. “It’s okay, I’m okay, just, please, go slowly.”

Jordan nodded, and slowly pulled out. She groaned underneath him, and gasped as he pushed slowly back in. After a few times of repeating this, her groans became moans, and she started lifting her lips to meet his.

“Okay, I’m good now,” she whispered, smiling and kissing his jaw. “You can go faster.”

Jordan kissed her lips for another second, not moving, just reveling in the feeling of her. He closed his eyes, one of his hands tangled in her hair, his other one cupping her tit and absent-mindedly rubbing her nipple. “I love you, Summer.”

Her eyes widened, and then she gasped as he pulled out and slammed into her, pleasure rushing through him straight to his toes. He pulled out again and slammed back into her, and she groaned, lifting her hips. They got into a rhythm, and Jordan was knocking against her cervix with every thrust.

“Oh God that feels so good, oh god, Jordan, fuck me harder!” Summer moaned, her nails digging into his back. The pain only turned him on more, making him thrust faster.

Jordan was panting, and he squeezed his eyes shut. “Summer, I can’t… I’m going to…”

“Wait! I’m so close, fuck me, fuck me, oohhhhhh…” Summer shuddered, her body clenching and tightening as she came hard, her nails raking thin trails of blood on his back.

“Fuck!” Jordan swore as he thrust one last time into her, his cum squirting deep inside. He felt like he had been thrown to the moon, his mind being completely overtaken by pleasure.

Jordan pulled out of her, collapsing onto the side so that he didn’t crush her beneath his weight.

They both laid there, gasping for breath, and then Summer began to laugh. “That was so good!”

Jordan looked over at her, and grinned. “Yeah?”

She nodded, her eyes twinkling. “It was wonderful.” And then she turned and snuggled into his side.

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As Emily disembarked her train, she stood there looking around amazed at how her town had changed so much in the four years she had been away at Catholic school. Her parents had sent her away for fear of having her get pregnant or running around with the wrong crowd and getting mixed up with drugs or drinking. How naive they were Emily thought as she remembered night of her friends sneaking boys back into the dorm and also the liquor they had kept hidden above their ceiling panel in their common room.

Emily had been a shy girl with braces when left, her hair had been tangled all the time and she had been 14 years old. She had worn glasses that she swore made her look stupid and not been allowed to pierce her ears or use any make-up whatsoever. Times had changed she thought as she walked through the train terminal. It was really nice to come home but sad as well.

Her parents had been on a plane that had gone down over the ocean earlier this year right after their holiday visit and she was now left with her older brother to take care of her. Well that and the huge trust fund her parents had set up for her and Chad. The only difference now was the trust funds they both had were four times the size they had been before if not more after their death. They had no outstanding bills or debts and had been able to save most of their lives and they had just sold their company, a sporting goods manufacturer when their plane had gone down.

Emily looked around and spotted her brother, he was tall, dark haired and handsome, just as she had remembered, only a bit more refined and mature now that he had been on his own for six months. Chad had been extremely intelligent and helped his father work the deal that had allowed their parents to retire with a golden parachute before they had both hit fifty.

Chad watched as the passengers stepped off the train, his sister had grown up tremendously he knew that from her pictures but he still hadn’t seen her in nearly four years. She had been sent to Catholic school by their parents in hopes that she wouldn’t get into the same trouble her mother and brother both had. Their parents had also hoped that once she had weathered these tough years she would come back prepared for college, that and the prayer that when she returned she wouldn’t be as mousy and fearful of her outward appearance.

As Emily stepped off and looked around Chad wasn’t quite sure this was the same plain girl that had left home four years ago. She hadn’t returned since her parents had forced her to go to the Academy, resenting being sent she made her time there to the best and spent all her holidays either on campus or going home with various friends. She had vowed to Chad and her parents that she wouldn’t come home until she was done with school and that was just what she had done. She hadn’t even returned home for the ceremony and burial of the caskets that didn’t hold her parents remains, she had just stayed in school and worked even harder striving to be the best she could be and not giving in to the grief she felt.

Chad walked towards her reaching out to embrace her, “Emily, my little ugly duckling sister has come back a beautiful swan princess,” he teased.

“Oh Chad,” she giggled, hugging him, “I missed you so much and was tempted to give in and come home so many times over holidays in spite of that silly vow I made to our parents, you and myself.”

“Well, none of it matters now honey, you’re home, what you do from here on out is your choice,” he told her.

Emily smiled and gave him one final big squeeze before heading off with him to his car. Once they got in he informed her he was having a welcome home party tonight in her honor. He told her how their would be numerous old school friends that had just graduated a few days ago as well and how she would be the center of attention.

“Fine, brother of mine, but don’t start going overboard, we need to remember that I’m not an adult yet and I don’t need to begin going crazy now that school is over and we are on our own with gigantic trust funds. I can’t believe that I never will have to work a day in my life if I don’t want to, it really hasn’t sunk in yet.”

“I know sis, me either, the house mom and dad bought a few years ago is much to large now, it was even when they bought it but having only myself and a few servants in the house just makes it seem unbearable.”

They talked on the way home escort bodrum about life in general and all the changes she had gone through. She had blossomed early on the summer she had been sent to school, her breasts larger than most girls her age and her hips gained that womanly swell that seemed to excite all the boys. She had gotten contacts and highlighted her hair, which was at the moment swept up in a ponytail and her bangs feathered just a bit. Her ears were pierced as well and she had gotten the braces taken off. Not to mention the self confidence she gained while she had been at the academy. It was all a matter of personal choice she had learned, it just depended on how you chose to present yourself to those around you.

Chad told her about his life in college and how he had gone to work for their parents the last two years before showing their father that if he sold when the company was at it’s peak he and their mother could retire and not have anything to worry about ever. Their father had taken a look at the proposal that Chad had drawn up and immediately decided to sell and get out before the market decided to change abruptly as it had before.

They also briefly talked about their sex life or lack there of on Emily’s part, “Well Chad, you see being in an all girl school and looking like I used to up until the beginning of this year, I didn’t date at all. I didn’t even date when I got all that stuff taken off and fixed. It just never appealed to me. I mean if none of the guys around there noticed me before when I was plain then I wouldn’t let them have the pleasure of enjoying the new me.”

“I understand,” Chad said with a sly grin having evil thoughts of his sister and her little Catholic schoolgirl friends, “I know that you were shy before and then if you didn’t get all that stuff fixed until this year your not giving in to guys wanting dates is understandable. Besides that proves that they only wanted one thing honey, and that’s what’s between your legs.”

Emily was amazed that her brother sympathized with her but also relieved that she didn’t have to pretend for him or be something she no longer was. She was confident now knowing that she was attractive and capable of pulling the boys looks whenever she wanted. Chad told her to make sure she was careful that night when the party started because undoubtedly there would be boys trying to get into her panties.

“Whose to say I might not let them,” Emily chuckled.

“Emily you better just be on your best behavior I don’t want to have to beat someone up for molesting my little sister tonight.”

When they arrived home Emily headed followed Chad up to her new room and there she unpacked her few belongings and lay down to catch a few hours sleep before the party was to start. Emily slipped out of her clothes and into a new pair of little silk pajamas she had bought herself as a graduation present.

Chad stood just outside her door watching as she disrobed and saw his little sister naked for the first time, he was going to go in and just tell her how nice it was to see her but he didn’t want to disturb her or let her know now that he had seen her nude. As Chad turned around he looked down and could feel and see the bulge in his shorts. He would have to get laid tonight and not think about his sexy sister down the hall.

As the party started up all the friends that Emily had during her junior high years in school and even a few friends from her Catholic school that Chad had contacted started arriving. One in particular that caught Emily’s eye was James, a boy that lived down the street from her when her parents had still had the old house. He wasn’t the thin rail of a boy he had been then though, now he had seemed to fill out in all the right places. His shoulders broad and his hair thick and wavy. His arms thick and muscular and she could see that his legs resembled tree trunks beneath his slacks.

James had made his way over and small talked with Emily telling her about the scholarship he got to go to the local university and play football and how he had done in school. He also asked her about her years at the Catholic school and how she had faired and why she had never come home or called or written to him. He wanted to know everything and she didn’t fail to notice that his eyes every so often wondered down to her breasts.

Although Emily had put on turgutreis escort a pretty dress and toned down some of her usual flare, she knew that the top of her dress revealed quite a bit of cleavage and it was just a little too short if she would decide to sit down or bend over.

“James, I just never figured any of you really missed me,” she told him as they slid away from a big group of people, “I never got one letter or anything from anyone at home and I guess I just reckoned if no one wanted to get in touch with me it was going to be mutual.”

“Emily,” James began, “I wrote you at least twice a month the whole time you were gone, I always sent them here to your house in a large envelope sealed and asking your parents to forward it to you.”

“Now, James there’s no reason to lie, my parents never sent me any letters the whole time I was gone from anyone here.”

Chad hearing this stepped in and interjected, “Emily maybe I should have told you this earlier, mom and dad did receive numerous letters from friends and girlfriends of yours and stashed them all away. I didn’t find them until about two weeks ago when I was going through dad’s desk. They are up in your room in the wooden chest at the end of your bed if you’d like to run up and take a look.”

Emily’s heart nearly broke as Chad told her this, for so long she had felt like no one missed her or cared about her and she had just retreated into her own little world and her friends in Catholic school forgetting about all the people back here that she thought had done the same with her. Grabbing James by the hand, she asked him to accompany her to her bedroom while she looked through the letters. “I may need a friend if I start crying or bawling my eyes out James, and since I accused you of lying to me I suppose you should be the one there with me.”

Up in her bedroom Emily raced through the door to open the chest at the end of the bed and ripped through the mound of letters that were inside. Most were from James and her friends here. A few were just from colleges and other silly things but she went through each and every letter carefully. James had written her diligently over the fours years she was gone, just as he had said. Many of the letters were silly and just keeping her up to date on the local highschool gossip while a few included the feelings he had for her. The one she sat to the side as James sat on the bed watching her was one dated about a month before her parents had died.

Inside the letter had the words her eyes kept going back to, love, miss, always here, breaking heart, yours forever. Emily had tears streaming down her face as she looked up at James after sorting through most of the letters. “James…I …don’t know what to say.”

“I understand now as you do that neither of us writing or receiving the letters was your fault Emily, I wouldn’t have cared if you came back looking just the way you did when you left, I have had a crush on you since we were in the first grade and when you left it devastated me. I never dated, never wanted too, I was planning on coming to find you at school before I went to college before your brother called me a few weeks ago and told me about your returning home.”

Emily got up and went to James, her lips brushed his as she pressed against him trembling, their first kiss was tentative and meek, but then James put his hand behind her head and pulled her closer for a deep embrace. Their lips met fully and Emily allowed her lips to part and ran her tongue over James lips until he parted his own and pressed his tongue against hers.

“James, I never dated either, this is all so new I haven’t even kissed a boy,” she whispered embarrassed.

“We’ll find our way together when the time is right Emily, we don’t have to do anything right now more than we’re doing.”

Hearing that made Emily want James even more, he wasn’t rushing her, he wasn’t just trying to get into her panties like she had heard all the boys would. He wanted her at her pace, luckily for him, her pace tonight was she was intent on losing her virginity, what better welcome home gift could she receive than to find out a boy she had also had a crush on was in love with her, even the old plain her.

Emily stood up breaking their kiss and went to the door, she locked it, reached up and flicked the light switch off and made bodrum escort her way back to the bed. “James, make love to me, here and now, tonight, I don’t need more time.”

James was scared and unsure as he reached out in the darkness and felt for Emily, his hands went around her back as he reached up to lower the zipper in the back of her dress. He was shaking nearly as bad as Emily was and as he pushed down the top of her dress he knew that getting her bra off was going to be as big a test as not coming before he got his excited cock inside her.

“James,” Emily whispered, “you just take off your clothes and let me remove mine, I promise you lots of practice in the future to conquering my bra and clothing.”

He knew she was teasing him and he gave a soft chuckle, “Alright Em, but I hope I don’t disappoint you tonight, I know how this is supposed to work from sex ed and seeing my brothers porno movies but I haven’t even touched a girl before, so please don’t be mad if I do something wrong, as you said if I practice with your bra and clothing then surely practicing sex will make us both better.”

They both shed their clothes and then lie down on the bed, their hands slowly running up and down each others bodies and yet missing those most aroused parts. Emily decided she was not going to be afraid or jittery any longer and she reached down and grabbed James cock and started to stroke it as her other hand guided his fingers between her legs. His lips caressed her breasts and she found his sucking on her nipples made her even more wet between her legs and in turn made it much easier for James’ large fingers to slip inside her.

James was fighting the urge to cum when Emily pulled away and kissed her way down his neck, she stopped to suck on each nipple to see if it would make his cock jerk as it had made her wet. When she started to go lower James gasped as he felt her start to lick his penis.

“Emily you don’t have, oh god that feels good, you don’t have to do this Em.”

Emily didn’t stop in fact she wrapped her lips around the tip of his prick and sucked gently careful to not scrape him with her teeth. Soon though that wasn’t enough and she knew that she wanted to feel his hardness inside her.

Sliding up his body Emily straddled his hips and rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit and slit before pressing the head just inside her pussy.

“James,” she pleaded, “make me a woman.”

James was just trying to not cum, and realized that they hadn’t any protection around to prevent pregnancy but decided that Emily was a smart girl and if she had wanted him to use it she would have brought it up. Just then he felt Emily drop down her weight on his hips and his cock hit her hymen and then broke through in one forceful shove.

“Oh god,” Emily cried out, “it hurts, don’t move for just a moment James.”

“Honey, you don’t have to worry because if I moved right now I’d cum, this feels to good to end yet so take your time.”

Emily leaned over and kissed James and finally as the pain subsided she began to work her hips up and down taking more of his cock inside her. Emily could feel the head of his cock brushing against that spot she had heard about inside her, the g spot and as she rode him she made sure to force his prick head to hit that spot on every up and down bounce.

They made slow love, switching to the missionary position when Emily was starting to feel her hips get sore, James slid back inside her and as he started to pump he moaned that he was going to cum in her ear. “Do it inside me,” Emily whispered back to him running her nails up and down his back and shoulders.

James held her head and kissed her as his hips pumped his cock in and out of Emily with fierce speed and purpose. Emily felt the tingling sensation in her belly as James started to spurt his seed inside her and she had her first coital orgasm of her life. She shut her eyes tightly and kept her hips rotating as James pumped shot after shot inside her.

Finally James stopped and collapsed over her holding her tight and still shaking. “I love you Em, I always have.”

“I love you too James, I think I always have just didn’t realize it until tonight.”

A few moments later they went out and downstairs to continue the party. As they left her bedroom, Chad was sitting at his computer in his room watching the tape of what had just happened behind Emily’s locked door. The camera that was installed in every room of the house needed very little light to record good images and he was happy now that he had installed a night vision one in Emily’s room.

Now just what he would do with it would soon be discovered.

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I’m a 41-year-old guy living by myself in the North of England.

I first met Sophie when she was a young girl at primary school. She was a best friend of my daughter Lottie and used to visit our house quite a lot for a few years until Lottie left home for Uni.

Since then, Sophie kept in touch and would just drop in every once in a while, to say hello as she still lived nearby. She is a nice young woman, gained a good education, now working and has always had a great sense of humour.

When my wife Marion left me a couple of years ago for some other guy and I was on my own, Sophie would still call round. It was nice to see her and we would chat easily even though there was getting on for 30 years age difference. It never bothered me she would call when it was just me because she had been around for so long, she was almost like extended family.

She had always called me by my first name and we were very relaxed with each other. Around this time, she celebrated her 21st birthday. I bought her a gift. Although it was probably a bit more expensive than I would normally have done, I didn’t spend much money anymore on anything else and thought why not.

She was a beautiful young woman. She had always been pretty but was now looking really cute. She was about 4’10”, very slim, small features and looked a bit like a pixie. Dark hair, small up top, slim waist but round pert bottom. She had a button nose with freckles that just finished her off wonderfully.

I had never felt any attraction towards her, she was much younger and was like one of the family. However, when I gave her the necklace, she wanted to try it on and had me fasten it. For the first time ever I can remember, I got up close to her and when I struggled to fasten it and got up really close, I got a whiff of her perfume and it did something to me.

I looked at her glossy black hair over her slim neck. The skin looked so soft. She was giggling as I eventually managed to fasten it, but when she turned around, I looked at her with different eyes. Instead of my daughters’ friend, I realised what a stunner she was and how attractive she was in all sorts of ways.

She loved the necklace and gave me a hug to thank me. I felt her body pressed up against mine and I put my arm around her slim waist and held her there for a moment. She had on a crop jumper and my hand was on her skin. I almost tingled. When she broke off, she also kissed my cheek.

She felt wonderful. I suddenly felt a massive attraction towards her, but realised I was barking up the wrong tree and calmed it down straight away in my mind. It was a ridiculous thought although I suppose there was nothing wrong to think it in my head. She was quite gorgeous and I can appreciate beauty of any age.

It was a Friday night and neither of us had any plans. So, she ended up staying for a couple of hours. I ordered a pizza for us as she hadn’t eaten and we watched a film we both fancied. It was nice to have company. She sat with me on the settee and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, although I did it surreptitiously.

She had perfect features. Not someone who I would usually go for, I normally look for the curvier ones. Sophie was the opposite and petite all over, apart from her butt which filled her jeans in the most exquisite and exciting way.

When it was time to go, I offered her a lift as it was dark and she was walking. After some resistance she agreed and I drove her to her house. When she undid her seat belt, she said that was like we’d had a date and she’d really enjoyed the evening.

Then she said that a date deserved a kiss and kissed me on the cheek. I told her I’d enjoyed her visit too and to call round again soon. She smiled and got out.

My mind was filled with Sophie for the rest of the night until I fell asleep. I was seeing her in a new light, not just as a young friend of my daughters but as a young woman who happened to be very very cute. She was a woman to desire. I realised that she was more than cute, she was also actually quite sexy in a quiet way.

The next morning when I woke up, my mind was immediately drawn to Sophie. I went over the whole evening and how much I enjoyed it. I must admit if I was her age and single, I would definitely ask her out.

However, it was a non-starter. I would be an old man to her and it would be embarrassing to even go there and be shot down. It would likely ruin a long-standing friendship of sorts and my daughter would be mortified if she found out.

It was a Saturday morning and I had nothing planned but went on to my computer to look at all the photos I had on there, ones taken over many years. I was looking for ones of Sophie. There were quite a few as she had done a lot with our family and was in lots of the photos.

Many were as a young girl and although I could admire her beauty even then, I felt uncomfortable going there with what was in my mind. So, I fast forwarded to the last couple of years and concentrated my viewing bodrum escort bayan there.

As I looked at the photos it sparked all sorts of memories that I now viewed in a different light. Like when she stopped over one weekend and I caught her and Lottie running round the house in their undies. I can remember clearly how Sophie looked in her bra and pants. They had come barging into my bedroom thinking I was downstairs.

Sophie was embarrassed but my daughter thought it hilarious. I had noticed the dark triangle in the front of her knickers and realised she was dark both on top and below. I also clearly remember her round butt as she raced out apologising.

There was a time she came with us on holiday. We went for a week camping in Cornwall and the weather for once was great. So, we spent a lot of time on the beach which meant Sophie was in either a costume or a bikini. There were quite a few photos of her sunbathing or playing beach games.

Although I hadn’t thought much of it at the time, now they were like dynamite. There was one of her sunbathing on her front with her straps undone and her pert bottom forming a nice round mound encased in thin material that hardly disguised the deep crack of her arse. Part of the crack was on display and it was easy to imagine how her arse looked with nothing on.

It spurred me on to find more. I went through everything I could find and must have got about 500 photos of Sophie before I’d finished. I went through them all one by one and pulled out the best ones. I could see the way she had developed into the beauty she is today.

I was reminded of an occasion when we were camping and I was sat in the tent at a table reading a book trying to get out of the sun. Sophie had come into the tent to get changed into her cossie and went into one of the bedrooms. The fabric of the inner tent isn’t sheer but with the sun behind, it cast a shadow and it almost felt like I could see through the material.

She got undressed and put on her cossie. It was quite to see as she took off every layer of clothing until she was naked. I could see the outline of her erect nipples on her small breasts. At that point I had gone outside because it felt like I was spying on her. I’m not so sure I’d go out now to be honest.

I also remembered another time when we’d all had a water fight in the back garden. I’d bought a few water guns for the kids and they were having a great time. When I’d gone out to photograph them, I got squirted. I had no water gun so got the hose out. I gave them a soaking until they gave up. The result was Sophie being drenched.

She had on a white T shirt and with the soaking it clung to her and you could not only see her white bra clearly underneath but also a shadow of her nipples which were partially erect.

By lunch time I had got all the photos I reckoned I had. They made a nice gallery. I also realised I was acting like I was infatuated but I laughed it off inside and went about my normal day.

Later I saw something glinting under the settee and realised it was an earring. It must have been Sophie’s, it couldn’t be anyone else’s. I was delighted that I could send her a message to let her know I had it. A couple of minutes later she texted back to say she didn’t realise it was gone and could I hang on to it, she’d be round to pick it up sometime.

I was actually quite excited by that prospect. I wanted to see her again, though with eyes of someone admiring a gorgeous woman rather than a family friend. It was also quite frustrating because I would likely only see her for a couple of minutes and then she would be gone and there was nothing I could do about it.

Unless of course I picked up courage to ask her to stop again, but I wasn’t sure that would go down too well. I didn’t want her to think I was doing what I clearly was.

About an hour later, I got another text. She said her friend had stood her up and she was at a loose end and did I fancy watching another film. She’d get the food this time.

It took me a minute to get my thoughts together. I very much wanted that but wondered if it was inappropriate given how I was thinking. Normally it wouldn’t have been a problem, but now I was fancying her and it changed things.

In the end I reasoned that if she wanted to, then why not? There was nothing actually wrong with spending a little time with her, we had the previous night and done so for years in various forms.

So, I sent a message back to say yes but don’t worry about the food, we could decide when she got here. I offered to pick her up but she said she was okay walking and would be with me shortly.

When she arrived, she looked amazing. She told me she had got ready to go out when she got stood up and couldn’t be bothered getting changed. I said she looked stunning then realised I’d said it a bit too enthusiastically and actually blushed.

She looked at me and laughed and said the gümüşlük escort last time she had been told that was by a former boyfriend who turned out to be a complete plonker. I said I hope I’m not like that but she said that’s okay, you’re not my boyfriend. A tiny little bit of me wished I was, but tried to put away that thought.

She’d brought a bottle of wine with her, she said it was her mum’s but she wouldn’t mind. I got us two glasses and poured us a drink. I thought that might ease me up a bit because I was feeling a little tense for some reason.

We quickly settled on some food and got it ordered for delivery then chose a film to watch. I had seen it before and knew there were some sex scenes in it and said so but Sophie said no problem, she liked the sexy bits.

We set off on the settee, next to each other but not that close. Sophie had on a pair of short shorts and her legs were on full display which I found both exciting and disconcerting.

She also had on a halter top and I guessed no bra because it showed the outline of her nipples off quite clearly. Whoever stood her up tonight was losing out if it was a boy and maybe getting rid of some competition if it was a girl.

We started to get into the film and the food arrived. She helped me serve up and was treating me almost like a boyfriend the way she got me to taste it off her fork and was touchy feely. I liked it but couldn’t reciprocate as I felt like I would step over a boundary in some way.

Anyway, we ate and shared the wine and it was gone pretty quick. She asked if I had any more and I got another bottle out. Before long it was clear things were getting a bit more relaxed. I was responding more to her tactile communication and she was getting even more touchy.

When the first sex scene came on, the girl had pounced on the guy. Sophie seemed mesmerised. She turned to look at me and asked if I was getting nervous? I asked what she meant and she said she gets horny watching stuff like this and I was in the firing line being the only guy around.

I told her I’m old enough to be her dad but she said age is just a number. She said I was a sexy guy and she’d always liked me and had no problems dating an older guy. I was speechless. Was she coming on to me? The only thing I could think of was to say she was a very attractive woman but she must have a boyfriend already. Turns out she didn’t.

Apparently, she had dated a few lads but they were not really that nice. She didn’t like that they seemed to just be interested in a grope or more and always seemed so immature.

The drink had gotten to her because she opened up. She said she’d always found me attractive and had a thing for me for years. Also, that now with her being an adult and me being single again it became a possibility.

I’m a bit slow sometimes and I still couldn’t be sure she was being serious. It was too good to be true. And I also wasn’t sure I could make the adjustment to a much much younger woman, my daughter’s friend.

That all disappeared when she asked if she could kiss me to thank me for the present I gave her, which she loved and was actually wearing. I said okay thinking she’d give me peck on the cheek again, but she went straight for my lips.

That lasted about 10 seconds. When she pulled away, she asked if I liked her. I said of course, she was beautiful and very attractive and if I was her age, I’d be on her like a shot. I also said again I was old enough to be her dad.

She said she didn’t care about age, she liked older men, they were better at looking after a woman, they knew how to treat them right rather than the quick fumble gropy boys she’d dated.

She also said she had told a fib. She didn’t have a date tonight, she was about to call me to ask if I had found the earring, which she admitted she’d planted, and had dressed up for me when we’d agreed she’d collect it.

I didn’t know what to say. I wasn’t prepared for this, as much as I’d dreamed of it for the last 24 hours.

To change the subject a bit, because I was embarrassed and didn’t really know where to go with this and needed a little thinking time, I asked if she’d ever smoked weed? She said no but wanted to try it. I smoked a little once in a while and had a small stash that I got out for us to share.

We sat back on the settee to keep watching the film and she leaned into me while we passed the spliff to each other. After we’d finished one, she asked if I had any more, which I did. When we started the next joint, we were both tipsy and getting high and she said this was making her feel horny or maybe it was just my proximity.

She turned round to face me, took the spliff out my mouth and full on kissed me. I was feeling very horny too and this was enough for me to know she wasn’t joking. Sometimes I need a message spelling out for me.

She is a very confident young woman, more confident than me, I guess. We mumcular escort were very relaxed with each other and the kissing got very passionate. She had moved up to almost lay on me. We had our tongues in each other and I soon had hold of her arse cheeks in my hands as I pulled her in to me.

She didn’t resist and pushed herself forwards until her pussy was pushed against my by now hard cock.

I slid my hands under her top holding her bare back. I still was unsure if I was going too far and was reluctant to make the move to hold her tits. But she answered that question by lifting her top off completely. Her nipples were dark, hard and small on her small pointy breasts but she responded positively when I took them in my hands.

I tweaked her nipples and caressed her breasts all the time we were kissing. She was grinding her groin into mine no doubt feeling my hard cock and making moaning noises. I leant back further onto the settee and pulled her with me. She was light in weight and easy to move. I pulled her higher until her nipples were level with my mouth.

I licked them and sucked them and gently bit them, all the while she was moaning. She moved back down so we could kiss again but this time I had my hand down her jeans and onto her arse cheek. It was softer than I imagined as she looked perfectly toned.

She was squirming as I gripped her arse and pulled her into me. She got up and straddled my hips, her pussy positioned over my cock which she rubbed slowly against while she said she wanted me to make love to her.

Up to this point it had been a fumble. Now it was more serious. I asked if she sure. Maybe she was drunk or high and not thinking straight. She leant right down so her lips were almost touching mine and proceeded to count back from ten to zero to show she wasn’t drunk.

Although she was high she was still thinking straight. She said she had decided this is what she wanted ages ago and now she wanted it to be so. She said tonight I could make her dream come true and as it was her birthday I could hardly refuse.

I flipped her over and she was on her back. Her tits all but disappeared apart from her nipples stuck up. While I kissed her, I slid my hand down the front of her jeans onto her pussy. She was not bald but there wasn’t much pussy hair. Her lips when parted with my fingers were soaking wet. I played with it for a while and that got Sophie panting.

I couldn’t move my hand much because of her tight jeans so pulled out and undid her button and zip which gave easier access. But as I did so she lifted up her hips and took her jeans off completely, along with the red lacy knickers.

Now she was completely naked. I looked at her laid there and was almost mesmerised. She looked beautiful. Her whole body is petite and slim and cute. I didn’t want to do this on the settee and suggested we go upstairs. She said in a minute and pulled me down onto her.

After a few minutes of kissing and fondling she told me to get undressed. I got up and said sure, but upstairs. She was about to protest when I reached down and picked her up. She was so light. I got a bit of caveman thing going and chucked her over my shoulder and while she squealed, I carried her upstairs then threw her on the bed.

She landed with legs akimbo and I got a proper look at her pussy. Her lips were quite tight but it was calling me to action. I quickly got undressed and pulled her on to the bed properly with me. We laid next to each other and I kind of dwarfed her although I am not a big man. At that moment she seemed so innocent but that changed when she took hold of my cock and started to stroke it.

We were playing with each other’s bits for a few seconds when she said she wanted me to fuck her. She looked so petite that I wasn’t sure how this would work out. I didn’t want to hurt her in any way. I decided to lay on my back and pull her on to me so she could take control. That way it would go at her pace.

She took hold of my cock and lifted herself over me so the head of my cock was at her pussy entrance. This was the moment of truth. Would it really happen? It seemed there was no stopping her. She held it long enough and moved about until she got the tip inside then lowered herself onto me.

It took a few pushes down, taking it in a bit more each time, before she had the whole of my cock inside her. She was very tight and had a real grip so it took a while. When I was in, she sat there for a moment with her eyes closed savouring the moment. She looked a picture with her pert little breasts sat on her chest, her freckles and button nose.

I didn’t move other than fondle her breasts and play with her nipples. It was up to her to do what she was comfortable with. However, it wasn’t long before she started to move, up and down, slowly. At first it was little lifts, almost like she was working out what felt best, then she lifted up higher, then pushing down the full length to the bottom.

She was still very tight and it felt very good. She was making little whimpering noises but clearly sounds of pleasure. Her cunt had such a grip on my cock that I knew if it carried on like that for long, I wouldn’t be able to hold back; the feeling was quite intense. I knew at some point I would have to take over to dictate the pace so I didn’t cum too quickly.

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Joseph heard the last bell and heaved a huge sigh. Today was the last day of school and the first day of hell for the janitorial staff. The halls would be littered with old tests, papers, books… anything that the students considered trash. To many of them, it was just the end of another school year and the beginning of a summer filled with suntans, hot bodies and keg parties. For Joseph, it would be a summer of heartache. Rachel was gone.

Just thinking of her brought tears to his eyes. For four years, Rachel Lockhart had been the center of his world, although, she hadn’t known it. They’d met when she was a green freshman, running audio-visual items from room to room. She had been in Mr. Chainey’s music room, cursing because the projector’s lamp had burnt out and she didn’t have a spare. He had entered the room to mop but had instead stood there and listened to her rant, laughing under the cover of his hand.

“What the hell are you laughing at?”

“You!” He bent over in hysterics, slapping his thighs. “I haven’t heard anyone cuss that well since Mrs. MacCready?”

The anger fled her face, a stunned look quickly replacing it. “Mrs. MacCready? The holier-than-thou Mrs. MacCready?”

“The same one.” Joseph chuckled, recalling the scene. “She had caught one of her expensive skirts on the corner of the desk drawer and cussed better than any sailor I’ve ever heard.” He laughed at the remembrance. Rachel had broken into hysterical laughter, her thick, dark brown hair sweeping her shoulders as she rocked back and forth, her hazel-green eyes covered by indigo-shaded lids.

“She doesn’t seem like that.”

“You know what they say. ‘Never judge a book by its cover.'”

“Yeah, I heard that before.” She had smiled at him so softly and he had the feeling that she was talking about herself. “Well, I gotta go. Take it easy!”

That bodrum escort had been four years ago and she had grown into a beautiful, self-assured woman, teetering on the edge of womanhood. He had watched her go through the changes and found himself getting jealous each time she passed by with a new boyfriend. Still, she never forgot to stop by and spend some time talking to him and he thought that maybe once or twice, he’d seen a spark in her eyes but just shrugged it off.

Now, on the last day of school for seniors, she came into the cafeteria as she always did, watching him put the tables up. “Hi, Joey.”

“Hey, Rachel.” He stood and walked over to where she stood, astonished to find tears streaking her face. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“It’s the last day of school.” He nodded and without a word, he took her in his arms, comforting her as she sobbed. “I never thought it would be this hard.”

“It’s been your family for four years, Rachel. It’s hard to let go.”

“Yeah. I know.” She wiped her face and sighed. “I just came to say goodbye.”

Joseph pressed a kiss to her cheek, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to speak. “You know where I am. If you ever need anything… “

She nodded, tears falling anew. “Goodbye, Joey.”

He watched her leave, his heart dropping into his stomach. She was gone forever now.

* * * * *

Summer swept by without a thought and Joseph spent his time performing general maintenance at the school and working out. His 25-year old body was perfection, hard in all the right places and lean in others. He thought about his precious Rachel every day, wondering what she was doing, wondering if she was thinking about him. He knew that she wasn’t. She was a young, pretty girl. She was probably out with her friends, wrapping boys around bitez escort her fingers and painting the town red.

So he was very surprised to see her standing in the cafeteria doorway. She looked different. Her dark hair was streaked with blonde highlights and the sundress she wore showed off her curvy figure. “Hi, Joey.”

“Hey, Rachel.” He gave her his best smile. “I thought you graduated.”

“I did… and I didn’t.”

Joseph was clearly confused. “Huh? I don’t understand.”

She moved closer, stopping just inches from him, her gaze on his soft lips. “Yesterday was my birthday. I turned eighteen.”

“Ah, well, happy birthday.”

“And I need your help to graduate.”

“My help?”

“Yes. I’m still a virgin, Joey.” His mouth suddenly dried up as her hands went to the halter top of the dress, pulling the ties and letting the material fall away. Her large breasts swung free, the dusky nipples hardening as he watched. “I want you to complete my graduation.”

He didn’t know what to do. On one hand, she was so beautiful and he’d wanted her for so long but on the other hand, she was just a girl. A girl who wanted to become a woman at his hands. “I don’t know what to say, Rachel.”

“Then don’t say anything.” She pulled his head down to her chest and one of her nipples parted his lips. Joseph didn’t have to be told twice. He wrapped his lips around her nipple, licking and sucking until she moaned in his ear, asking for him to service the other breast. He moved across, rubbing his nose around it before sucking on it. Her breasts were so soft, he couldn’t help burying his face in them. “Oh, Joey. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“I’ve wanted you, too, Rachel.” He kissed her, enjoying her innocent response and backed her up to one of the tables, pressing bodrum merkez escort her down. His hands made short work of her dress and he stood up, removing his shirt as he gazed down at her panty-clad body, wondering what he’d done to deserve this. Her hands rubbed his chest, admiring the muscles that he’d worked so hard to gain all summer long.

“Mmm, you look good enough to eat.”

“So do you.” He punctuated his words by pulling her panties down and burying his face in her sweet pussy. She tasted so sweet, fresh and clean and her pussy cream rolled over his tongue like freshly whipped cream. She came so quickly that he was flattered and set about making her cum again.

“God, Joey. Stop or I’m going to die!”

Joseph laughed. “No one’s ever died from cumming too much.” He kissed her again, letting her taste herself. “Would you like to be the first?”

Rachel smiled, loving the darkness in his eyes. “Absolutely.”

He quickly got rid of his jeans and boxers and crawled onto the table, looking down at his thick rod and her tiny slit. She didn’t let him stay long. Her hand wrapped around him and pulled him down and into her. It took all he possessed not to blow his load right away. She was so wet and tight that he had to move slowly, opening her up to him. Her eyes caught his as he reached her maidenhead and she gave a tiny nod.

Her entire body arched, a whimper of pain escaping her lips as a tear rolled down the side of her face. “Are you okay?”

Rachel nodded. “Yes. Please, Joey. Don’t stop.”

Joseph pressed deeper into her, loving the sounds she made as he slid out and in again. Her wetness eased the way and soon, she was passionately responding to him, welcoming every thrust with one of her own. It didn’t take him long before he was cumming deep inside her, her pussy clutching him as she came yet again. He looked down at her, returning her smile as they cuddled together.

“I’m not going out of town to attend school, Joey. I’m not going because I couldn’t leave you behind.” Her voice was soft. “I hoped that you felt the same… “

“I do, Rachel. I’m so glad that you came back.”

And the rest is history…

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I yawned. I was bored and too hot. The lecture I was in was dull and I hoped it would end soon. I felt so sleepy and I was itching to get out. I sat there restlessly staring at the screen as the lecturer droned on listlessly. My feet sweaty in my converse, as I flexed them around inside my shoes.

I didn’t notice exactly when the lecture finished by the second I saw people stand up I left the building as quickly as I could.

Once outside I welcomed the cool breeze that made my black hair fly around. I walked towards the other side of the university campus where the old sports hall or gym was. In the evenings it was sometimes used for club activities and on some occasions some random parties but in the day nobody ever really went there.

Except I went there quite often as I asked guys to meet me there to have sex and so on. Some other girls also went there as well, but it was mostly me and my lucky guy friend. I had always been a bit sexually open and enjoyed it a lot, although I was generally careful to not let the fact that I was really slutty become too public.

I reached the hall and walked in the side door where the male changing rooms were. I could hear somebody in there and I walked into the changing room.

The guy was there, standing around, waiting. He looked up as I walked in and he smiled. I met him the other night in a bar and we exchanged numbers then ended up fucking out the back. Then this week I asked him for some no strings attached sex.

I couldn’t remember his name though, so I just grabbed him without warning and led him off to the empty supply room. Pushed open the door and went inside.

I closed the door after him and flicked on the dim light. It was a large room but most was taken up by dusty junk. But I ignored it kissing him slowly getting lower down. Kissing his chest, stomach then finally on my knees I pulled at his track suit. I looked up at him and licked my lips.

Then he said almost awkwardly “Maybe you could give me a footjob instead.”

I was stunned a bit. I hadn’t been asked for one of those before.

“Umm…sure,” I said , “but I haven’t done one before so you’ll have to help me.” I giggled trying to be friendly and hide my apprehension.

I undid my converse sliding my sweaty feet out of them and standing on the cold floor of the storage room. I pulled out an old floor mat from the pile of junk and we sat on that. He took a bottle out of his bag from other room. It looked like lube or oil, and he set it aside. I pushed my feet towards him wondering what he wanted me to do.

He took my feet and looked at them, rubbed them and ran his hands over them. Then he said they were sexy but I never really thought so nor did I care all that much. He unzipped his jeans and his cock was already stiff and ready. He took hold of my feet and placed them together his cock in between my soles.

He then took the lube and rubbed it into my feet and his cock. It felt cold and tingly.

He held my feet by the ankles and pulled them up and down.

“Do this,” he said breathing heavily obviously enjoying himself.

So I lifted my feet up and down his member as he wriggled in pleasure.

He moved my feet all around his dick. The oil making everything slip and slide effortlessly. The oil did feel nice and cool and strangely tingly, more than before. But sometimes he did grab my ankles too hard and it hurt. Eventually he pulled himself free of my feet and released his load onto my feet.

We sat there as I twitched my cum covered toes around his softening cock.

After a while he got up and so did I. He smiled in a strange way and turned away to open the door, thanked me, then he left. I was confused at what happened and when I was sure he wad gone I ran off to get some toilet paper to wipe my slimy and wet feet clean.

As I walked home my feet still felt oddly and tingly from the oil. I’d definitely wanted a shower when I got home. I got home a few minutes later. I lived in a flat with two of my friends but they always seemed to be out somewhere and the empty house confirmed that idea.

I slipped my bare tingling feet out of my converse and was annoyed as they were still greasy. So I ran to take a shower. I felt a bit dirty even though I was used to being with guys a lot, the footjob really put me off.

I enjoyed the shower and the hot water washing away all the disgusting things I felt were on me. I soaped up my feet especially to get rid of the oil the strange tingling and oily feeling.

Stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around myself I went to my bedroom.

Sitting on my bed, my wet body drying slowly as I pushed my damp dark hair from my face. I stared at the özbek escort floor and thought about the work I had to do and some other random things. I then realised I was staring at my feet as well.

I looked at them, my little toes and my pink soles. My feet actually did look quite nice. I wondered why I never saw it before. I pulled up my feet on the bed, still moist from the shower, and so soft.

I rubbed my little toes running my fingers between them. I felt horny, how or why I couldn’t say but I liked this.

I brought my feet together lying back on my towel. My soles together, remembering how the guy made me do it earlier. It was so arousing. I needed something to put between my feet. Something like a cock.

I got up, opening my drawer and took my dildo out. I placed it on the bed, managing to use one hand to hold the dildo as my tingling feet searched for the rubbery shaft. I gasped as my soles closed around the dildo. It felt unbelievable. As though my pussy was being penetrated. I grasped the dildo tightly with my hand as I brought my feet up and down repetitively on it. I thought back to the guy releasing his load all over me.

I looked at my small feet working the shaft and I had such a strong urge to suck warm cum from my toes.

My feet franticly fucked the dildo.

I needed something to suck of my cute little toes.

I dropped the dildo and ran, naked and sex crazed to the fridge and found the mayonnaise. I ran back the dildo. I rubbed my feet on it as before with the Mayo open in my hand.

It felt so good to foot fuck this dildo. I felt the pleasure increasing until I couldn’t hold it any longer. I took a scoop of Mayo and spread it all over my feet.

I forced my toes into my mouth and put them into my mouth in one big go. I sucked them hard. The thick creamy stuff wasn’t the right taste or consistency for cum but it did well enough.

I felt myself orgasming as I sucked my toes clean of the white stuff.

The pleasure ended and I relaxed onto my bed. Then I suddenly become aware of what had happened. Immediately I picked up the jar of mayonnaise and took it back to the kitchen. I was so shocked at what I’d done. What was wrong with me I wondered. Only then did I realise I was still naked from the shower.

I pulled on a bra and loose top and some baggy track suit bottoms.

I tried to put what had just happened out of my mind because it was so odd. I padded, still barefoot, into the living room falling onto the sofa. I picked up my laptop and continued tapping away at an essay that I was half way through.

As I typed I couldn’t help rubbing my smooth bare feet over each other. I liked how they felt.

But then I’d force myself to stop

and continue with the essay.

After awhile I took an Internet break, a few YouTube videos, Facebook and other things.

Then I found myself looking at my feet at the other end of the sofa.

They are pretty I thought. I had a strong urge to compare them as there were so pretty. I started typing in a long list of things into the Internet looking at other girls feet. It was fun. Most were not that nice, although there were a few I did think were sexy.

Even a few with nail polish which was odd as I usually hated it. I was so aroused when I started drafting footjobs. I never realised there were so many different things to do with my feet.

I was distracted as the front door opened and I heard voices. Jess and Rachael, my roommates had got back.

I quickly closed all the porn on my computer and closed the lid getting up to greet them.

They had been out in town. And had quite a few bags of shopping. I smiled, amused as they showed off all their purchases. As I watched I rubbed the bottom of my left food over the top

Of my right foot enjoying the feeling of my feet against each other.

Just then Jess jumped up and shouted, swearing loudly.

“What happened?” I said confused.

“I forgot that fucking bag in top shop,” Jess exclaimed, “I’ll have to go back for it,” she said glumly.

“I’ll go with you,” I said happily. Jess smiled and thanked me. We left quickly as Rachel had yawned and told us she was tired after saying bye as I slipped on my converse.

We walked up to the bus stop and waited, talking about university. Jess had this hilarious lecturer who always seemed to have an erection and he was thus called “the package”.

Once on the bus it didn’t take long to get to town. Jess hurried ahead eager to get her bag back.

“Look!” Jess said exasperatedly to the useless sales girl “it was a urban outfitters bag with two shirts in it and I left it around here by the checkout.”

While the girl kept looking in lost property I wondered around looking at some uninteresting jewellery. But then I saw an ankle bracelet. It was simple and nice enough looking. I went to the opposite side of the checkouts so Jess wouldn’t see me and bought it slipping it suspiciously into my jacket pocket.

As azeri escort I walked slowly back over to Jess she said “Yes that’s it, thank you, thank you!”

We then left the shop heading for home.

****

Back at home I pulled my converse off my sweaty feet and went to my room while Jess examined her lost purchases. Rubbing my slightly sweaty feet and toes happily I clipped the new thin chain of the ankle bracelet around my right foot. It looked so nice and sexy.

I smiled to myself, the ankle bracelet looked so wonderful as I rotated my foot around, examining how it looked. I sat on my bed, reluctantly I gathered my laptop from the sitting room. Once I was back in my room I forced myself to continue with an exceptionally dull piece of work.

I whiled away the evening, examining my sexy feet. I thought of looking up more stuff on the Internet but I didn’t want to get carried away again and I started a new lecture course in the morning so I didn’t want to be late. I left my bracelet on, slipping into bed in my night dress. After I flicked off the light , my eyes drooped and I felt dead tired….

*******

I was late for the lecture. I had overslept and had 10 minutes to get to the lecture when it would take 20 minutes.

I’d shoved on some loose jeans and a cute t-shirt and bra, and happily slipped my bare feet into my flats I now so loved.

I would have been more cross about being late but my feet looked so good. My ankle bracelet looked pretty as well, moving around my ankle as I hurried to class. When I got there it had already started and I had to sneak in the back entrance. There were over a hundred people in the dark lecture theatre. Some dull woman was scribbling on the board far below at the bottom of the room.

I sat down silently in the last row of chairs where one guy was sitting looking beneath the table at the glow of his phone. I tried to pay attention for awhile. But I knew all the information would be online anyway.

I slumped in my chair stretching out my legs the side.

The lecture had been going for ages and I hoped it would finish soon.

I yawned rather loudly and guy sitting near me turned. I said sorry and he smiled.

Then I realised it was him. The guy from yesterday. I then remembered his name! It was Matt.

“I didn’t know you did biology,” I whispered.

“I don’t,” he replied, “just an optional module.”

I nodded. As he glanced at my feet, revealed in my flats. I immediately felt horny.

I felt butterflies inside and I couldn’t control myself. I lifted my foot up, flat dangling like crazy as I rubbed against his leg.

His head snapped down and then at me. I smiled and his had grabbed my small foot. Knocking off my flat he lifted it to his thigh and I pushed my foot further forwards. I found his crotch and pressed my toes into him gently. He sighed slowly. He touched my ankle bracelet and smiled at me.

I felt him get harder as my foot pressed his cock. It felt so good I was so horny and I loved it.

I felt the bulge get harder and harder and he reached down to undo his trousers. But just then the lights flicked and people were getting up and leaving.

I let out a breath and took back my foot quickly when I realised.

We got up and walked out together as he used his bag to hide the massive bulge in his pants.

Just then Lucy a friend from biology approached and said “Hey what you up to.”

I told her I had to go and do something and walked off hoping she hadn’t noticed Matt going with me.

I walked with him out of the building and I made him follow me.

“Where are we going,” he asked.

I just looked at him. My feet were feeling crazy, I needed to put something between them. A bit later he realised where we were. It was the old sports hall.

When he realised he hurried towards the changing rooms.

In several seconds we were sitting on the old mat and I was pulling off his trousers. His dick was hard and delicious looking.

I ripped off my flats and brought my soles, moist from walking, to his member.

I closed my feet round it. I moaned. It was so good. I couldn’t think, the pleasure was too great.

All I could do was watch as I brought my soles up and down on the hard dick between them. I smiled as I looked at my feet with his cock between them and my pretty ankle bracelet.

He was gasping and in pleasure as well. He brought his hands to my feet to tighten the grip my soles had round him. He moved more thrusting upwards through my feet.

I moved one foot to his balls, toes wiggling them around while the other pressed his cock to his stomach while I rubbed it with the flat of my foot.

Then I changed back, his cock right between my tight smooth soles.

He started to thrust even more.

“I’m gonna cum!” he gasped.

“On my toes! on my toes! Please cum on my toes!” I moaned.

I placed my toes over his cock while the other still rubbed his cock.

Matt’s hand türkmen escort came down and jerked himself. And he came.

Warm sticky cum oozed though my toes on top of his cock. It was too much. It felt too good. I orgasmed like crazy.

All I could think was cock and feet and cum.

I couldn’t believe how amazing it was.

I brought my foot hurriedly to my mouth. I wanted the first taste of cum sucked from my toes.

I closed my lips over my toes. My tongue darting between my toes. The warm salty taste filling my mouth. I swallowed.

I pulled my foot out, and sucked more, putting each of my little toes into my mouth to make sure they were clean. It was delicious, I though as I swallowed the last of the cum.

But then Matt took hold of my other foot and wiped more cum off his dick onto my feet. I smiled so happily, I never wanted it so bad.

I brought my other foot up to my watering mouth.

*****

We walked off campus together not saying anything. With the sexual buzz gone it was awkward.

“Well this is the way I go,” he said when we reached the main road.

“I go that way,” I said pointing in the opposite direction. “I’ll see you some other time,” I smiled.

“Just one thing,” he said, ” the first time I asked you didn’t seem too happy but just now you were crazy for it.”

I grinned and said “I realised how hot it was, and I was thinking about what we did all day afterwards,” I finished awkwardly and shouted bye as we parted ways.

Back home that night I foot fucked my dildo while watching porn video of lucky girls giving footjobs.

I hadn’t seen or heard from Matt for a whole week and by the next Wednesday I couldn’t wait for him to play with my feet in the lecture and I had a surprise for him too.

I got there extra early and spied him sitting much further down in the lecture theatre that before. My heart pounded as I sat down near him with one seat between us.

I was wearing flats today too, a new pair I bought which were lovely and loose and gave me arousing amounts of toe cleavage.

So I dangled my flats from my feet hoping he would notice.

The lights went off and the lecture started but I was in no mood for that. I dropped one flat and rubbed my bare toes against his leg again.

Matt looked at me. Horny but confused. He scribbled something down then passed the note it across to me.

“Careful, people behind us,” it read. I looked up and the two rows back another line of people were looking down.

I folded the note and kicked off the other flat. I placed both my feet in his lap.

He hands dropped to my feet.

Feeling my sweaty toes and soles as I felt him become hard beneath my feet.

I slowly rubbed the bulge with my right foot. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the sensation.

I then used my foot to tug as his jeans. “Undo,” I wrote on the note with his pen.

He looked at me and I pulled harder with my toes at his jeans.

His hands slowly moved to the button and fly. Slowly he undid himself opening the fly just as slowly.

I took him by surprise my right foot dived into his boxers while the left pulled his boxers back. The elastic band of his boxers snapped once and then again as my toes struggled to free his rock hard cock.

He looked up worriedly but nobody paid any attention. Then finally with a big pull I got it passed the elastic of his boxers and, his cock was free.

I reached one handed uncomfortably due to the sideways angle I was sitting at, into my bag a took out a bottle of massage oil. I brought be feet back down unscrewed the lid and poured oil over my feet.

I tried to make sure he didn’t see and the his shock of when my slippery feet met his cock told me he hadn’t seen me do it. He looked down at my feet and his cock, glistening from the oil in the dim light from the projector. He smiled at me I gave a nervous smile back.

Slowly moving my feet up and down his stiff member. It was so easy, the oil made my little feet slide effortlessly up and down. The butterflies in my stomach where crazy. The thrill of giving him a footjob in a room with over a hundred people was insatiable.

I kept moving my feet up and down loving the round hardness of his dick pressing against my soft greasy soles.

I watched excitedly as my arches slipped up his delicious cock.

Bringing my feet back down just before my soles went over the big head of his dick.

It was so good I wanted to cum and I wanted his cum all over my feet.

I grabbed my ankles and started to press tighter as Matt tried to act as if nothing was going on. I kept on going, slightly out of breath from the effort until I was rewarded with a grunt and the wet stickiness of cum as it trickled over my soles.

I had to hold my breath to stop from moaning, it felt so good. I could feel my own orgasm coming. Without thinking I lifted my feet from his dick rubbing my soles over my toes to cover them in thick sticky cum. Then I slid my feet into my flats. I came.

Gasping a bit too loudly as somebody looked over. The sticky cum all over my feet, wiggling my toes in my flats.

The rest of the lecture went quickly as I had the enjoyment of dangling my sticky flats and wiggling my cum covered toes together. When the lecture ended Matt said he had stuff to do. I smiled as he walked away.

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When Jessica showed up at her friend Jesse’s door at two in the morning, it wasn’t much of a surprise to Jesse that she had been drinking, although the time of day was more of a giveaway that she had been drinking than what would be expected of her character. Jesse had come to be pretty good friends with Jessica through a relationship that began as lab partners in Dr. Anderson’s physics class during their Junior year of college. Eventually they studied together and then, sadly to Jesse, the relationship quickly settled in the just friends level. Jesse never tried to take the relationship any farther than that because he knew that is where it was, but he also thought a lot about what could have been.

Jessica stood about five feet five and she had a very petite frame. She had long, thick straight black hair that always looked like it had a glow and never seemed to be the least bit out of place. Her beautiful brown eyes always seemed to have a smile inside them even when her lips were relaxed. Even though her frame was petite, she was very curvy and had a seductive shape to her hot little body. Her ass was round and looked like a perfect little bubble no matter what she was wearing and her breasts seemed larger than they really were because of how petite she was in the waist.

Anyway, no sooner than Jesse opened the door to his apartment, Jessica almost fell over trying to hug him.

“I’m fucking drunk.” She blurted out, slurring badly.

Jesse chuckled a little and led her inside, holding her up so she could walk and wondering how she made it to the door in the first place. He told her he would take care of her and started thinking about what he could do to help sober her up, but knew time was going to be the only medicine to cure this wild bender she was on.

Once he had her settled on the couch, he walked away to get her some water and a couple of ibuprofen to try to prevent the impending hangover that was sure to hit her when she awoke the following morning. He wasn’t gone more than a few seconds; but to Jesse’s great surprise when he returned from the kitchen, Jessica was spread out on the couch totally naked and her clothes were lying on the floor beside her.

“Sorry.” She giggled, seeing the look of total shock on her lab partners face. “I was hot.”

Jesse smiled, trying not to stare at just how hot she was. He couldn’t help but see it all though. Jessica was completely shaved and tanned all over. Her skin was perfect. It sounds funny to say that, but it looked so smooth and her complexion was amazing in that it seemed to lack one single imperfection. Her breasts were perky and pretty large for her small frame and her sexy, dark nipples stuck out nearly a half an inch. Jessica seemed totally comfortable in that she didn’t make any attempt to hide anything and her legs were opened enough that even the pink of her tight little pussy was visible.

“No problem.” Jesse told her, “I can open a window.” He offered, thinking of how stupid that must have sounded to her as soon as the words left his mouth.

Jessica looked at Jesse with her big brown eyes and her drunkenness seemed to subside momentarily. “I’m not really hot, silly boy.” She confessed playfully. “I’m really horny though.” She told him, biting her bottom lip between her teeth innocently and cupping her hands under her breasts, squeezing them playfully.

Jesse was beginning to find himself in an awkward quandary. Should he be a good friend and just talk her down from where she was headed because she’s drunk, or should he take the friendship closer to where he always wanted it to be anyway? Fortunately, Jessica knew her friend well enough to know where his mind was going.

“Please don’t tell me I came to the wrong fucking place.” She groaned, reminding Jesse she was drunk by her out of character language. “No strings. Just good fucking friends with really good fucking benefits.” She offered, still toying with her tits. “C’mon, I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” She squeaked playfully.

“What the hell.” Jesse thought to himself, stripping down to nothing, overcome with excitement and nervousness. His heart pounded hard in his chest and his hands started to tremble.

Jessica stared at Jesse’s thick, heavy cock hanging down between his muscular legs and her eyes widened feriköy escort a little. “Oh fuck.” She sighed with a satisfied smile. “I clearly came to the right place.” She giggled, biting her lip again seductively and squirming to sit up on the couch. “Just so you know, I’m going to be a nasty slut for you tonight so don’t think less of me tomorrow.” She said, scooting to her knees with her new target in sight and she eagerly grabbed his cock tightly in her delicate hands.

Jesse was pretty proud of his penis, knowing it was bigger than most, well, all of his buddies. He had seen a couple bigger in the community showers in the locker rooms over the years, but he definitely had a lot to be proud of. The surprise in Jessica’s eyes when she first saw it made Jesse feel kind of glad she was drunk because it removed some of the initial fear he usually got from younger lovers with concern of the damage it may cause.

Jessica’s sweet mouth looked really tiny when she started kissing the swelling head of Jesse’s gigantic tool, but once she opened up and started to really suck him, he could tell he was about to get blown by a pro. She obviously enjoyed giving head and that always turns men on. Her big brown eyes shifted up to meet his, and she teased him by slipping his cock out with a loud pop, leaving it to bounce up and down for a second, still shiny from the layer of saliva her brief sucking left behind.

She stood up and plopped right back down on the couch, pulling her legs apart and holding them in the air. “Eat my tight little pussy.” She demanded in her drunkenness. “Do you like eating pussy?” She asked.

Jesse didn’t answer, but he quickly climbed between her legs and kissed her gently. Her smell was very sweet and she was extremely wet already.

Jessica reached down with both hands and pulled Jesse’s warm face against her steamy cunt very hard. “Eat me.” She demanded aggressively, moaning loudly as his tongue pushed deep into her tight little box, releasing a flood of her delicious sexual juice into his desperate mouth. “Oh fuck yes. I knew you were a fucking pussy eater.” She shrieked, holding his head against her so hard that he could barely breathe and grinding her hips wildly as if trying to fuck his entire head.

Jesse’s skilled tongue massaged, batted, and teased her clit until it was swollen enough to play with between his lips. Jessica stirred and squirmed making it obvious by the tightness of her pussy swelling around her lover’s finger that she was about to cum, but she wasn’t being her normal shy self, so her words also blurted it all out as it happened.

“Eat my tight little pussy.” She squealed. “You’re a great fucking pussy licker. Oh fuck yes!” She continued. “I’m going to cum all over your face. Oh, Ooohh fuck! Yyeeeeessssss! Ugh. Fuck!” She screamed, flooding him with her creamy juices as her body trembled in turbulence against his mouth in a wild frenzy of orgasmic bliss.

It couldn’t have been two seconds after that orgasm and Jessica was asleep on the couch. She left Jesse hornier than hell and hard as a rock and she passed out cold, leaving him hanging. He tried a little to get her to wake up, but knew it was no use, so he simply brought her a pillow, covered her with a blanket, and went to bed horny.

***

The next morning, when Jesse awoke, Jessica was climbing under the covers. She was still naked and looked like she didn’t feel so good. She quietly snuggled up tightly against him, kissed him softly on his chest and asked what happened. Her hand instinctively slid down his belly and held his cock loosely.

“Holy shit you’ve got a big dick.” She said in a tired voice that made Jesse chuckle a little. “Did we fuck?” She asked.

“No.” He answered. “You got naked and told me you were horny. I couldn’t really resist cause you are so beautiful and I’ve liked you for a while now, and next thing I know I’m naked too. You sucked my dick just a little and then I sucked you and made you cum, and you passed out.” He told her.

“Oh no! You didn’t cum?” She asked in horror, feeling his manhood swelling even larger in her hand and squirming with desire.

“No.” Jesse answered.

“Did you jack off? Be honest.” She asked, giving his cock a slow stroke.

“No.” kayaşehir escort He answered.

“Mmm. Sorry about that. I owe you a big one.” She said, squeezing his balls gently in her hand. “Can I sleep by you for a little bit? I promise I’ll make you cum as often today as you want.” She said, quickly drifting off to sleep again.

***

The next time Jesse awoke, Jessica was kissing his nuts and fondling his cock. It was a pretty erotic way to wake up. Not a word was spoken. He looked down his naked body into her smiling eyes as she started to suck his cock, and she kept her eyes seductively focused on Jesse’s until his closed in pleasure and the enjoyment of having her talented tongue working so diligently on his hefty dick. Her cheeks sucked in tightly as she pulled Jesse’s hard cock out of her mouth and her hand followed along behind, crackling from the saliva that remained sliding under the tight grip of her small fingered fist around his throbbing shaft. It was a heavenly euphoric feeling that had Jesse completely relaxed and wildly excited all at the same time. His balls began pumping and the thrill of an orgasm started to work it’s way through his already anxious body. With a long moan, he warned Jessica he was cumming, but she didn’t change anything about the way she was sucking him. Her mouth moved in the same slow, steady up and down motion and her hand stroked at the same rhythmic pace until the last bit of his massive climax had flowed down her throat and into her belly.

“How was that?” Jessica asked with a smile that showed off her sexy cream soaked lips.

“Amazing,” was all Jesse could muster in reply. “Simply amazing.” He told her. “Thank you.”

Jessica slid up beside Jesse, never removing her hand from his cock like she couldn’t get enough of how it felt. Her lips rested seductively against his ear and she just started talking and saying some really sweet stuff about their friendship and the way she felt about her new lover. Jesse was surprised, if not shocked, to hear about it and eager to tell her he felt the same way, but she never stopped long enough for him to tell her. Her sweet words soon turned to sexual thoughts spoken out loud and Jesse found himself almost instantly hard again and wondering if he ever really went soft at all.

Jessica whispered softly into his ear. “When I first saw your cock last night, I just wanted it in me. I dreamt about it all night. About you fucking my tight little pussy, about sucking you off, about you slapping me with it. And then all I could think about was how bad I want you to cum in me. I love your taste. Your cum is sweet and thick. I can’t wait to feel you shooting it deep into me over and over. I’m not a slut, but you make me want to be yours. I want you to fuck me now, while I’m telling you what I want. Do you want to fuck me now?” She asked, pulling him over on top of her and rocking her horny hips up to meet his raging hard prick.

Her body trembled the moment the head of his erection touched her silky wetness. Jessica had a small orgasm right there before the penetration even began. Her hands gripped Jesse’s muscular ass cheeks tightly and she slowly pulled him into her, moaning her pleasure as her extremely tight pussy stretched to accept his manhood inside. Jesse held steady for a moment, letting her get used to the size of his meat and just to relish in the pleasure of her steamy, hot muscle squeezing so strongly.

“Oh fuck yes.” She moaned softly. “Don’t stop again, just fuck me baby.” She growled in a sexy murmur, releasing her grip and wrapping her legs around his body instead.

Jesse slowly pulled almost all the way out of her slippery wet hole, leaving a cool feeling from the room temperature against the slick film that her hot pussy left on his tight foreskin before he pushed steadily back inside of his new hot lover, this time pulling immediately back out and right back in again in a rhythm that caused her eyes to roll back in her head and an audible shriek of pleasure to escape her mouth. “Ugh, fuck yes!” She stammered. “Your big cock feels so incredible in me.” She said, grabbing his head and pulling him into her for a deep passionate kiss that tasted remarkably of his man juice and strangely aroused yenibosna escort him even more.

Jessica didn’t miss much. “Mmm, baby likes that nasty sperm kiss.” She said in a motherly voice, kissing him again and shoving her tongue deep inside his mouth in a seductive bad girl style kiss. “Your cum tastes incredible to me, but I didn’t expect you to be the type to like it too.” She confessed, kissing him deeply again while he moaned in approval.

Her dirty talking was driving Jesse wild. He, like everyone in Jessica’s life, would have never expected her sexual prowess in a million years and he would have called anyone a liar for even suggesting she would do any of what she was doing. Jesse had known her almost a year before and had never heard a single cuss word come from her proper mouth. Now she was fucking like a porn star and telling about it in the most incredible sexy way he could imagine.

“Cum in my tight little pussy and I’ll make you suck your sexy thick cream right back out of me.” She told her lover boldly. “I know you want to suck my dirty pussy boy.” She teased.

Jesse’s pace quickened and his orgasm was raging through his body like a freight train trying to be held back with a rubber band.

Jessica picked up on the instant excitement too. “I knew you were a naughty boy.” She purred softly. “Cum in my sweet little pussy.” She encouraged. “I can’t wait to feel you filling me up baby. I can’t wait to feel that big cock pumping a big load of your hot, sticky cum inside me. And I can’t wait to feel your soft lips kissing my nasty fucked and creamed pussy and cleaning me up for next time.” She growled.

Jesse grunted and moaned with incredible pleasure like none he had ever experienced before in his life and he pounded her tiny pussy with a wildly furious pace that had his balls slapping loudly against her ass with each deep, powerful thrust. “Oh fuck yes!” Jesse screamed. “I’m cumming hard in your tight little pussy baby.” He stammered, trying to maintain a steady rhythm even though he couldn’t because the power of his orgasm was too great. He tensed up, and in a fury of spasms that came one after another with each one sending a wild shot of pleasure ripping through his buried cock, unloading every last drop he could get out of his nuts deep inside Jessica’s steamy, hot little fuck hole.

As soon as Jesse came, he noticed how heavy he was breathing and that his head began to stop spinning so quickly. He looked down at Jessica under his tired body and she had a devious grin on her face as she gently shoved him off onto his back. She quickly slid up his body and straddled his face as though she was mounting a horse.

“What are you doing?” Jesse asked nervously.

“Shut up, boy.” She said. “Lick my dirty little pussy.” She ordered, not giving Jesse any other chance as her creamy snatch landed against his mouth and stayed there.

He couldn’t believe she was actually doing it. He imagined it had all been just dirty talk when she was saying it. But the reality set in as soon as a steady stream of his hot semen flowed from her swollen, spent cunt. It made him wonder how he could have cum such a huge amount after having already shot one load down her throat only a few moments before.

Jessica was beside herself. “Oh fuck. I can’t believe you like sucking your sperm out of me. I am so fucking turned on right now.” She giggled in a giddy, schoolgirl tone. She reached down between her legs and spread her creamy lips apart and rose up just a little so she could watch the rest of Jesse’s hot, white load drip into his mouth from above. “Mmm, you are a dirty little sperm junky, aren’t you?” She giggled, grinding herself hard against her new man’s face and spreading his sticky cum all over without a care in the world beyond repeating her own orgasm again very quickly. She used the contours of Jesse’s face to massage her clit and stimulate her lips into a wild, mind-numbing orgasm that left her weak and motionless on the bed when it ended.

Not a word was spoken for several minutes. The room reeked of the wild couples delicious sex. Jesse could taste her creamy cum with his own, and he could smell the pungent aftermath of both of their orgasms too. It was erotic bliss for him. He could tell Jessica was equally pleased.

Jessica finally broke the silence as she pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked over at her sexy new lover. “Wow.” She smiled. “Do you just want to keep doing this all day, or is it just me?” She asked.

Jesse slipped his hand down between her legs and slipped a finger into her still sloppy, wet pussy. “I’m for all day too.” He told her.

***

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It was only my third day at work and I really began to wonder if I could ever make enough money at this job to make ends meet. Originally I jumped at the opportunity to work in a shoe store, especially when they mentioned commission. I couldn’t help but figure I would be rolling in the dollars making minimum wage plus commission. Over the last several days it appears that meant making exactly minimum wage since I was able to sell no shoes.

The main problem was there simply weren’t many customers coming in and I must admit those that did didn’t necessarily see me at my best. I mean I think I overreacted on the first few what with my flitting back and forth with the foot measure, and then the shoes they wanted and finally with the mirror. Yeah, in the normal sale of shoes these are all used, but I guess I got a little too excited using them.

By the second day I had settled down some but then I started having trouble concentrating. At one point while slipping a shoe on I woman I simply looked off into space as I gently rubbed her foot. When she finally asked, “Are you planning to put that shoe on me or what?” I glanced up at her, grabbed the wrong shoe and pushed it on, hurting her foot.

That wasn’t too odd, but I discovered I had an erection after rubbing her feet for so long. For my next customer I had no sooner slipped on the shoe and my cock was hard. It wouldn’t have been so bad but she asked me to bring her another size. I tried to keep it concealed bağcılar escort when I stood up, but ended up nearly poking her eye out with the bulge in my pants.

The next customer was a lady who must have been a hundred years old so I figured with all the wrinkly, blotched skin, sagging breasts and skinny legs there would be no way I’d get aroused, but sure enough I pulled off her shoe and as I touched her foot to slide a shoe on, my cock quickly grew. Luckily the old lady didn’t make me get a different size shoe and I was able to crawl behind the counter and then stand up. With the counter completely hiding the bulge in my pants I was able to complete my first sale.

I didn’t get a commission for the sale because it turns out the old lady’s credit card was stolen. Apparently her worthless son in law gave her the credit card to use, a credit card he stole off of some murder victim. I ended up spending the rest of the day talking to policemen about that old lady. Of course I left out the part about my erection.

Well things finally started looking up the next day. Some guy actually slid through and I was able to sell him a pair of running shoes with getting an erection and he actually paid in cash. Now all I have to worry about is if the money is counterfeit or something.

But that wasn’t the best thing, the best thing came along about an hour later when this big limo pulled up in front and out zeytinburnu escort stepped a very attractive older lady. She walked into the store as the limo pulled away. Her hair was tied up in a kind of bun, reminding me of Audrey Hepburn and as she took off her sunglasses I saw the largest brown eyes I think I have ever seen, but the thing that really drew my attention was her tiny high heel shoes.

Although she was almost as tall a me, her shoes couldn’t have been more than a five, five and a half tops. As I stared at her shoes, she walked around the shop and picked up six different pairs of shoes and then came over to me. “May I try these in a size five?”

I knew it. I nodded and headed into the back room, carefully selecting the different shoes she wanted to try. Returning I could see she her sitting in a chair with her legs crossed daintily at her knees. I pulled up the little stool we use and slowly slid the shoe off her foot while trying to calculate the square root of two to fifteen decimal points. Unfortunately my calculations didn’t work and by the time I pulled one shoe out of the box my cock was hard.

I gently grabbed her foot hoping the shoe would fit, but damn, it was too tight for her. After several attempts to get it on her foot she asked, “Would you terribly mind if we tried a five and a half?”

Damn. I nodded to her and throwing caution to the wind I stood up and simply florya escort walked to the back, my cock sticking out like a tent pole. As I settled down and started to put the shoe on her she started talking to me about the shoe.

“You know the reason I like this shoe is how it seems to caress my foot, much like your hand did taking off my shoe, and oh yes, just like you are doing now.”

“Oh this,” I asked gently squeezing it some, feeling an odd tingling in my stomach.

“Yes, yes just like that,” she said. I moved my hand to get the shoe to try and then suddenly felt something sliding up my thigh. Looking back at the lady I could see she was leaning back in her chair as she ran her foot up along my thigh. In just a moment I felt her foot sliding over my cock.

Using her foot, she pushed my cock against my thigh and then putting some pressure on it she slid her foot up and down, up and down, up and down the length of my cock. Needless to say I’ve never had this done to me and it had been some time since I had jacked off so I was getting closer and closer to coming.

“I think I need…”

“No, just relax, stay where you are,” she said, continuing to massage my cock with her foot. I finally just gave in and began pushing forward some as her foot slid over me. After a few moments pleasure washed though me and I could see a wet spot appearing in my pants. She moved her foot to the wet spot and rubbed, soaking her foot in my cum.

She then grabbed her old shoe, slipped it back onto her foot and said, “I’ll take all six pairs in a five and a half. Ignoring the wet spot in my pants I hopped up got the shoes she wanted and ran her credit card. Carefully bagging up her purchase I watched her step through the doors just as her limo pulled up. She climbed into the car and it sped away.

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I woke up early and there was a blizzard out. My wife was away at a meeting in California. I was back home in New Hampshire. There was four feet of snow. I made a fire so that I could keep warm. Fortunatly, the power was on and I started up the computer and began to read some porno and chat with some people on Literotica.com. The phone rang, it was work saying that they closed down for the day. Meaning that I had a four day weekend because that Monday was MLK Jr. Day. I knew my wife wouldn’t be back until Saturday afternoon, if she was lucky, meaning the storm would have to clear.

I sat back down, sipping a cup of coffee with some creamer. I typed away in the chat room. Yes, I was in the Guys Craving Cock room, talking to all kinds of studs. I was Bi, my wife didn’t know, and this is how I satisfied my loins. One guy I was talking about sent me a link, and I love porn, so I clicked on it. But it was a video. I deleted it quickly, not wanting it to stay on my Windows Media Player. So, I opened up that program and I knew that the video the guy sent me was of two guys banging, but what I saw wasn’t. It was two chicks, one with a massive strap-on and a mask, and the other a beautiful young girl, 20 years young at best.

I sat there at the computer screen as I watched the two hour movie play on my computer-screen. What was I watching? I mean, sure, I love lesbians, but I knew that I hadn’t downloaded this. I didn’t have kids, so it couldn’thave been them, nor the dogs because they can’t type. Then it dawned on me that it must have been my wife of several years, but she had never showed any signs of being bisexual. I was a little surprised, but not perturbed in anyway.

My wife and I fucked when we could, usually in the morning because at night we were both energy-less. Our sex life had always been good, but had dulled a little. We were just in a routine, because we knew how to make the güngören escort other cum, cum hard and quickly. At first, I was a little upset but then I realized that I too had kept a secret from her.

I formulated a plan, and began to put it into action. The next time that she used the Media Player she would see another lesbian porn. I downloaded one and then shoveled the driveway. I took a shower and jerked off about walking in on my wife, Jane, and another woman.

She returned that Saturday evening, she had a tan. We kissed passionatly, our tongues intertwining.

“Jane-baby, why don’t you go relax, I’m sure you are tired. I’ll go and get some dinner. How does Thai sound?”

“Oh, you want to leave me, huh?” She said while laughing.

“Janey, is Thai good?”

“Yeah, it is Brad. I’ll just check my e-mail and what not.”

“I should be about 45 minutes, I have to order it first.”

I left the house, but I sneakily had already oreder the Thai in, got the Thai and returned to the house within 20 minutes. I walked in carefully, shutting the door silently. I heard moans coming from the computer room. The way the house was set up was that looking through the door to the room would show the person at the computer and the big computer screen. I tip-toed my way down to the room, and there was my wife friggin’ her self watching the lesbian porno.

“Ohh yeah,” She was talking to the movie, “Eat her pussy, lick her ass, too…. OHHH, ohhh, yeah that’s it.”

I waited for her to cum before I entered the room.

“Uggh, ahhh, ohhh yeah.” She came hard, relaxed for a moment, and then started to quit the program, she buttoned her pants up; all the while I was watching her. She stood up, turned around and then saw me and my grinning face.

Her face immediatly blushed, not that it wasn’t already flushed beykent escort from her hard cum, but it was beat red. She started to try and explain, but I was swift and quickly took the fingers that had been in her pussy and licked them clean with my mouth.

“Baby, how much did you see?”

“All of it, I think it is hot, I also think that we need to be honest about our sexualities.”

“Well obviously you know that I like chicks, too, so what do you mean about ‘our’ sexualities?” My wife was quick, hence why she made all the money, “Do you have something to admit?”

Now this was turning into my interoggation.

“Let’s discuss this over Thai.”

We ate and chit-chatted and then we got to the heavy stuff. I told her that I was bisexual.

“I already knew that, I found a stash of gay porn on the computer, I just wanted to hear you finally own up to it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about yourself,” I quickly changed the subject.

“Well, I only started to explore the internet after I found your porn. But I didn’t tell you for the same reasons that you didn’t tell me.”

“I still love you, with all of my heart.”

“I still love you too, hunny, I actually feel more connected, now that we can relate better. But things are going to change, that I guarentee.”

“Yeah, like I am going to change you out of your clothes and Fuck you and eat you in the shower.”

We raced to the bathroom, then passionately derobing and kissing each other like we were horny teenagers, she pulled out my cock and started sucking it.

“MMM, yeah that is right, my girl loves cock, doesn’t she?” She moaned around my cock, vibrating it a little, her tongue worked my cock and she squeezed my balls. “That isn’t all you like, though, is it? Do you want to get a pussy? Hmm, do you want to eat it, and fuck it?” She esenyurt escort moaned louder around my penis and then she gobbeled it up. She let go and looked up at me, “Yeah, my little faggot here wants a cock to play with, doesn’t he?” I hesitated, and she teased my cockhead with the tip of her tongue. After a few belated seconds without her sucking me, “Yes babe, I want a cock to play with.” She sucked me with fury now, building me up and up and just when I thought that I would cum she stopped and we went into the shower, making out and talking nasty to each other. I was her little faggot and she was my dyke.

I lifted her leg over mine and I pushed my cock all the way to the hilt in one motion. She gasped. “Dykes can’t live without a shaft in them, they love it. You love that cock don’t you? But you wish it was a dildo fucking you from some hot chick, maybe Samantha, at work, mmm she is hot, you two would be so fucking hot together.” She didn’t disagree, she just took the fucking and closed her eyes, moaning like a slut. “Yes, I am Samantha, fucking you with my big dildo, take it Janey, take your lesbian lover in.” She came several times, I was on the edge, she leaned forward and bit my ear. “Cum.” Was all the said. I did, I pumped my cum into her tight cunt, unleashing my load into her, my spurts of cum finally faded away. I pulled out and sat on the shower bench and held her on my lap.

“Janey, that was so hot.”

“Oh we aren’t done yet, faggot.” She pointed to the ground and I submitted; lying on the floor she squated over my face, “Huh, does my little queer want to taste cum.” This had been a fantasy of mine for some time, “Yes Janey, yes, I want to taste it.” She straddled my face and her cum drenched pussy was lowered to my face. I lightly licked and tasted my bitter, bland, and salty cum from her well-fucked cunt. I worked my tongue in deep and her clit was grinding against my nose, she came several times, flooding my mouth with her cum and mine, too.

We cleaned up, both drained and ate some more Thai food while we watched a movie and cuddeled.

“Janey, I love you.”

“I love you too, my silly little faggot, so much.”

I blushed and ate some noodles.

To be continued…

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