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aPART I: INOCHI

I peeled up my sheer black thigh high stockings and admired the black lace trim around her well-defined legs. There would be no need for additional undergarments tonight, as the dress I had selected, a skin tight but elegant dress (that few could wear), black lace with a flesh-toned lining, teasingly presenting the appearance of a naked torso, falling about 2 inches above the knees, with a slit in the back as high as to meet the top of the black laced design of the stocking a pair of long dangling silver-hued earrings and the perfect slip on Cole Haan angular heeled shoes to accentuate my calves and hamstrings and quads ideally…..hmmm, hair up or hair down. That was the only decision left to make…

“Hair down”

I said to herself and sprayed two pumps of “Must de Cartier” into the air, allowing it to gently fall upon my hair and dust my body. There was nothing as unappealing as a woman heavily scented in perfume…it was enough to induce vomiting! The natural scent is pure and unique. It should be treasured, not hidden.

I looked at you zipping your black trousers and threading the final buttons of his black shirt with ultra-thin multi-colored pinstripes. My eyes stopped for a moment at the black leather belt around your waist, and my mind already set sail with the possibilities…

“you look fucking hot,” I whispered;

Gently, you smiled giving me the “once over” I, too, smiled backing you against the wall, pressing myself against you, and running my hand against your cock until you were firm. I placed your hands upon my breasts and ass and thighs…. staring unremittingly into your eyes, not a word spoken…. merely a reminder that nothing seen or done at the club tonight could surpass the perverse chemistry that was ours alone. What would tonight bring?

We stood in line outside of the Inochi Club; it was known for its intimate design and scenery, small, not tacky, selective in its “entertainment” and its clientele, modeling itself after the well-known establishments in Amsterdam’s Red Light District…not the touristy “titty fuck” bars, but rather the ones in which the true connoisseurs visited; the ones who knew the sexuality of voyeurism and exhibitionism, and were not simply there to “watch” at all times, but those who were prepared to transcend the line between fantasy and reality. Where nothing was off-limits, yet everything was self-designed…and the “scripted” more often than not became improvisation by the night’s end.

Of course, Inochi had its stereotypical “high class/VIP / Big City night club floors with pole dancers and House music and levels of various bars and scenery and the huge lines outside where if you were not on the VIP list or a “hot chic in a short dress” you had little chance of getting in, hence the large queue…yet we were headed to the small lounge on the top floor.

As we stood in line, slight butterflies of anticipation built, and we just watched…we watched a group of fairly, oh shall we say “beyond full bodied” women who were turned away simply because they didn’t fit the “mold” of what this club desired. We were the next group in line.

I dropped your hand immediately and stepped in front of you, as certainly we were not a “couple” tonight. The bouncer looked at us, and my eyes met his. I saw him try to interpret whether the flesh-colored lining of my lace dress was indeed fabric or flesh. I breathed deeply and walked towards him so, in part to whisper something in his ear, and in part so he could watch the definition in my legs appear as I moved. I gently pressed my firm and now erect-nippled breasts on him as he leaned down a bit so that he could hear my words, and my fingers lightly grazed his neck and back as I spoke. I asked him if he might be willing to meet me upstairs in the lounge area later; I also pointed to you and said that my “brother,” in town for one week from Italy, would also like to experience the lounge, and the tall muscular man knew exactly what I meant, and he replied,

“I know the one to bring to him, and my shift ends at 1:00am.”

“We’ll be here,” I grinned and thanked him.

He nodded and as I turned, I am certain of precisely where his gaze went; we proceeded towards the front of the line that would indeed take us into Inochi. And with these steps, I also knew that our adventures were just to begin. We approached the entrance and the cave-like doors felt like the entrance to the “Pirate’s of the Caribbean” at Disney World, the slight difference was the distant vibrations of House Music, the “stickiness” of the floor (I could not help but to be curious about the combination of fluids that together might have created such a texture), and of course, one could not help but to notice the rows of small bathtubs to our right, beautifully surrounded by flickering votive candles, and covered with red, yellow and black flower petals…particularly the one at the end in which a thin, naked blonde woman was “soaking” or the small windows to the left, which were gaziantep escort visible participants engaged in ménage a trois, anal sex (man with man, woman with man, woman with woman), traditional sex in deviant positions, and cunnilingus and fellatio with every combination of men and women and numbers of participants…next to a sign that read, “no photos please.”

After paying the entrance fee and receiving our badge of honor “stamps” indicating that we were indeed above the legal drinking age (perhaps by quite a few years than most of the others in the club). I told you to sit a moment on the couch.

I quickly found myself at the closest bar (one of about 10 in the establishment), I caught the attention of the bartender with my stare and ordered two lemon-drop shots (“rimmed” with sugar), and two Bombay Sapphire gin and tonics. Needless to say the bartender was VERY generous in his Bombay pours, and I tipped him generously as he handed me the drinks and I leaned across the bar surprising him with a deep tongued kiss; he did not push me away, nor did he stop me in any way, bur rather he laced his fingers around my neck and guided me in to him.

I also asked him when his shift ended and informed him that my intention was to hopefully see him again in the lounge later on. He poured a shot of gin directly into my mouth and then licked the excess from my lips… The 20-somethings surrounding the bar looked at me in slight disbelief as I walked away.

“Yes, that’s the way to get a drink around here,” I cockily and audibly said to those within earshot.

I would have to call the gin and tonics actually Bombay Sapphire martinis (extra extra dry) on the rocks and topped off with a bit of tonic rather than vermouth. It was a glorious drink; I began to dance a bit in the middle of the room within your eyesight and let the beats of the music take over as the vodka and gin began their own dance within me. We decided that we had come this far, thus we might as well venture the many floors of the Club before reaching the “penthouse.”

The main dance floor was packed with what I would estimate as 2000 people jammed into a relatively small space. We walked the periphery, looking for an opening, and then you and I made a bet as to who would have the first drink purchased for us. Now, the game was on, and the periphery was no longer acceptable. We parted the sea of people before us and started dancing amidst a crowd who did not seem to be coupled off already on the dance floor. Somehow, we also found our dance partners fairly quickly. You were soon dancing with a 24-year old Asian woman with long silken dark hair, and I just reached out and grabbed the arm of an African-American who was built like a running-back and who clearly had the “soul” in him and unlike the others, actually appeared to be in his 30s! He readily accepted my hand and that was that.

The next few hours pretty much disappeared into the smells and sights and full sensory experience of Inochi, though these sights were relatively few as I just closed my eyes and felt the pounding music throughout all of me for much of the time except to slip in the stealthy glance in your direction…as I knew the way your hips moved as you danced, and I knew how our bodies formed a single rhythmic entity when we grinded together to the music while fucking, and you knew I was helpless against the circular gyrations of your cock inside of me, and I wanted to watch your hands move along the curves of another woman’s body, as I had wanted to see your precision from a new perspective, and of course to view the naked dancers in the cage above the pole near where I danced.

Their dance very quickly became vaginal and anal penetration, again in every position imaginable…At one point she was hanging upside-down with her legs straddled and he was fucking her in the ass and she had her hand nearly fully inserted into her pussy, clearly feeling the climax anally and vaginally. I was mentally taking notes!

I didn’t really care with whom I was dancing at this point, as long as he had rhythm in close quarters, as this was our only option, and because my mind drifted, as I imagined such rhythms with you, and I imagined you would like to see me lose myself entirely rather than just going through the motions. Interestingly, I thought a bit about taking off my wedding band and engagement ring, to make the “competition” more in my favor, but it seemed that no one, not even myself, was paying attention to such things at the time. In the few inches we had to move, there was much to be said in the area of what a watching spouse might have thought to be “inappropriate.” But hey, what happens in Inochi stays in Inochi!

The gyrations occurred in a rather tight fashion from the front, from the side, and very much, from the rear, all in rhythm with the music yet with a variety of our own tempos and directions of movement within the primary beat.

I wondered briefly how you were dancing with your partner, but the last I had seen, the porcelain-skinned Asian-woman’s ass was deep into your crotch as she snaked herself along you as much as her muscles seemed to allow and you held her breasts tightly in each hand as she folded her body in half; I was satisfied, and chose to keep closing my eyes, imagining a muscular, well-tanned dark-eyed man and “doing my thing.”

Men, perhaps are very tactile and visual, but wow, is the female imagination a powerful tool. I felt my partner’s hands occasionally pulling my dress down (which I thought was quite generous of him, considering that I was feeling it creep up quite often as I moved my body down against him…and since my dress was lace, and not as “flexible” as many other dresses in the room, when it crept up, it STAYED up)!

I felt the “running-back’s” hands on my thighs, and I could only imagine him wondering how it was possible for me to be staying in that position for so long? And, of course, I felt his hands grabbing my ass and pulling it closer to his stiffening loins, and then his fingers reaching to feel inside of me and putting pressure against my clitoris, but that, too was OK, as those were not HIS hands doing the movements, they were indeed yours… at least very vividly in my mind! I was really and truly elsewhere. He pulled and smoothed my hair. I lost track of time and simply moved and pressed myself into this “stranger” who was merely a warm body for my imagination.

He genuinely seemed to have a difficult time letting go of my tight ass, but, since it is one of my prized possessions, he could have it and enjoy it for now. Knowing that I would eventually disappoint him by taking my ass home not alone and not with him. You appeared at some point, and told me that you had won the “bet”…but you were holding a bottle of water.

“Water? Really?”

And I happily gave you the “win”, as I would not have wished to interrupt my fantasy fuck for any beverage at the bar!

Then we made the visual contact that we would make our leave soon, and so, we gave our dance partners some final fun, as you danced in front and positioned your cock perfectly into the groin of your partner, grabbing her ass, pulling her close, and rhythmically thrusting yourself into her to the beat of the music, while I grabbed the Asian woman’s hands from behind her back and then leaned into her a bit, now gyrating with her from behind and of course sending my ass further in the direction of my partner. He grabbed on, and then I curved back as much as possible, subsequently turning forward into him, he kissed my neck and I turned to you and nodded. I whispered into the gentleman’s ear,

“Thank you, and good luck finding another ass like this in the club, but we must go now.”

I heard him say,

“But I want THIS ass tonight,”

To which I smiled cunningly and replied,

“This is not your ass to have.”

And you and I smiled to ourselves as we left the dance floor, ready for our next excursion.

PART II: VIPs

When we arrived in the lounge, you mentioned that you were going to use the restroom. While you were gone, the bartender from downstairs appeared and handed me a shot, a package and a note. The note read, “Shower quickly, put this outfit on now, and enjoy the burn of unfiltered Booker’s down your throat. I will see you soon, L.” The bartender winked and led me to a private fully mirrored curtained-off room with a candle-lit bar, a sofa and a small shower. He stood at the doorway and told me to go ahead and get ready (read: showered).

I began to try on the outfit, which I soon realize had come with a bottle of lube.

The bartender approached me, taking the glycerin-base liquid and tenderly applying the cool fluid all over my now naked body… spending some time massaging my breasts, pinching my nipples and caressing my ass; he then helped me slip on the black latex body suit, whose cut-out crotch revealed a thin fringe of lace which matched the openings for my breasts, which were delicately shrouded in a transparent mesh.

My nipples were hard against the thin material. The leather boots were precisely thigh-high, and as he laced them up, the bartender ran his tongue from their top laces along the flawless skin, which led, to my perfectly smooth pussy. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, my hair falling against his head, and neck and I began to kiss his neck, in a very different way than I had playfully kissed him downstairs.

He stood in front of me and took my head in his hands; we began intensely kissing each other. I stole a glance at myself in the mirror and the now bare-chested bartender who had moved behind me, and the sensuality of the situation had indeed initiated my own lubrication process.

(I admit to myself that without your orders, I would not wear this outfit in public… But I also admit that I look pretty fucking hot, perfectly elegantly slutty. I walked to the bar and poured two glasses of Remy Martin XO cognac).

As I stood there with the drinks, I noticed that the curtain was fully open to the room and the mirrors reflected all angles of me to the men and women walking past. I thought I caught a glimpse of you exiting from another “private” room, in the corner of one of the mirrors, but I could not be entirely sure.

(Momentarily, I feel pretty damn naked… yet, strangely, it does not disturb me).

The bartender asked me to lie down on the couch, and gently tied a blindfold around my eyes and head. My heart and loins throbbed in anticipation

I did nothing to resist and in fact uttered the first of many moans as I surrendered myself to all sensation. He felt my warm breath heaving in rhythm now with his own. My hands slid down his muscular frame. He straddled me and placed my hand inside of his pants; I sighed audibly as I maneuvered my hand along his smooth cock; he unbuckled his pants and stepped out of them.

Immediately, I felt his tongue upon my clit, and he allowed me to guide him in his pressure and movements.

Then I sensed someone behind me. Very close. I heard a different breath, but all I knew was darkness.

I began to lift my head, which the bartender (I think) slowly pushed back to the couch and resumed his cunnilingus at the same time inserting two fingers deeply inside my wet pussy… and then I felt it…the belt… the leather belt (which I must assume is black), tying my arms together and then to the lamp behind the couch. Of course I could have just wriggled my hands free (as I had been taught to release unwanted grabs or locks), but I simply chose to surrender to everything I felt right now.

I tasted the familiarity of your lips on mine. You noticed my hips moving and my back beginning to arch. Moving with me and taking my nipples into your mouth with each heaving breath, I noticed your erect cock against my forehead. I reached my neck back to feel you, as my hands were now rendered “useless.”

The carefree feeling of “who gives a shit” overwhelmed me. (Helping is the fact that I now hear the sounds of my vibrator; yes, I know that it is mine; I know its sound). My legs relaxed and open fully. An additional breath (it is the bouncer) whispered to me,

“Just tell me when to stop moving and hold.”

And you whispered to me in the other ear

“You are fucking unbelievable; I cannot keep my eyes from you, and when you feel the trail of an explosion on your breasts, please know, it will be me.”

Trembling from the sensations, I can barely release the words

“Stop right there; please stay right there, Fuck.”

And as the words are released from my mouth the bouncer slowly released the vibrator from my spot. The bartender’s tongue moistened my anus and the bouncer inserted a small butt plug. The bartender pulled his dripping fingers from me; two sets of footsteps walked away, and the sound of the curtains closing has now indicated to me, we are there together.

I heard the popping of a cork and you asked me to open my lips. From you, I have a taste of the highly complex sweet champagne, which you release from your mouth along my body. Your tongue licks every drop as you move your way back towards my mouth. Another sip, another movement. And so it continues until I am writhing against my “shackles” and with the anal pressure alone it is nearly too much to hang on. Alone amidst a raging party, I can hear the muted tones of the bass from the floor below us.

You assume the position of the bartender and spread my legs wide exposing my swollen clit and glistening smooth labia. You unbuckle yourself and pull out your already fully erect penis. You release my hands from the belt, and without hesitation, I move my hand to my clit and you hand me my vibrator. You take grip on your shaft and start working it slowly, watching me masturbate as the downstairs disco lights flash against the curtain. You take in the sights of my muscular thighs tensing against the building climax. You notice this and decide to further tease me by taking my erect nipples into your mouth.

You kneel between my legs and rub your face against them slowly closing yourself towards my pussy. I cannot hold on any longer, and you sense this as you thrust yourself inside of me and in one giant wave I give in to the orgasm and clench you with my internal muscles. As I loudly moan and hear myself saying,

“Fuck! Holy Fuck, Fuck me!”

But you pull out, smelling the sweetness oozing out of me. You run your tongue directly to my ass hole. Removing the plug, with your tongue totally spread out you insert it inside of me briefly, you slowly move up until you have my clit under your tongue. You close your lips around it and start exploring me with your tongue. Every now and then applying a slight suck.

Once we find a good rhythm (with the intense music) you continue the pressure on me until you feel me stiffen once again. I begin to moan again, trying to cover my mouth with my hand (but you do not let me), crying out… But due to the music no one else hears it. Immediately after my climax, you lift my long legs onto your shoulders and lean me backwards against the soft ottoman next to the couch.

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I have changed the name ‘Katie’ in the previous stories to ‘Toni’ in this one as she would prefer to be identified by her real name.

Salford was not quite as bright and sunny as Egypt, but it was only the second week of June, so it did its best. We arrived back on Friday night and after a very long sleep spent Saturday morning unpacking. The holiday had been booked almost a year previously and was for the four of us as at that time that was all there were. By the time we went both my mom and Sarah had boyfriends and Toni and I were also seeing someone. My current boyfriend, Olly, was a nice enough guy but not someone that I saw as the love of my life. We’d had sex a few times and it was OK, but obviously that was before I had the past week to compare it to! Mom’s boyfriend was Steve. A nice guy, tall and slim, short beard, keen cyclist, quite dishy really. He had progressed in the past few months from staying over occasionally to staying probably four night most weeks.

He came over on Saturday and was obviously going to stay over that night, no doubt anticipating a horny girlfriend demanding sex all night as she had gone without for a week. I’m sure he was disappointed when — from what I could hear through the wall — he got a quick shag and then she fell asleep! I’m sure Olly was disappointed too. I went around to see him, and he’d managed to arrange to have the house to himself. After some chat about the holiday he started asking to see my tan…then my tan lines…He soon had me naked and was admiring my body as he stroked his cock. He even had a joke ready.

“Why is a suntanned girl like a roast chicken? Because the white bits are the best!”

After he had spent quite some time mauling my tits and sucking my nipples (he was a bit obsessed by my 34D’s) I spread my legs and he tried to mount me, but I pushed him down, forcing him to lick my sticky pussy. I held his head in place as I bucked my clit against his lips and tongue until I’d cum twice then relented and let him slide his cock into me. He came quite quickly, his performance in stark contrast to the amazing sex I’d had with Jens and the Egyptian guys. He wanted more after that, but I was satisfied so left. To be honest, you can be quite cruel with boys. As long as they think there is a chance of more sex in the future you can treat them as you like.

I saw Toni at college on Monday and we had a giggling conversation about boyfriends, she had let hers — George — fuck her on Sunday too but as she said, it wasn’t as good as the real thing! The weekend quickly came around and as usual Toni and I planned to go to out together to do some shopping. We were about to leave college and were discussing where to meet etc when she casually asked if I wanted to stay over. She didn’t look at me when she asked, she was looking away as if she was embarrassed. We both knew what she was really asking. What we had done together on holiday had been wonderful and she obviously wanted it to continue. Did I want to carry on? I looked around and saw that no one was watching before pulling her towards me and kissing her on the lips.

“Yes please Toni.” I said, “I’d love to stay over.”

She blushed and smiled before returning my kiss, her tongue sliding between my lips and her hand on my waist pulled me closer. I responded in kind and could feel the blood rushing to my head as I thought of what was to come. The gentle kiss had turned into a passionate snog and we were only stopped by the discrete clearing of a throat. We broke apart to find Ms Smith, one of the lecturers, looking at us.

“Time to go home girls.” She said. “Or at least go somewhere a little more private.”

There was a look of amusement on her face and I saw her licking her lips as we hurried past. In that instant I knew that what she really wanted was to go somewhere private with us…

I was still thinking about the way she looked at us when I saw Olly later and I didn’t try to stop him getting my tits out and knickers off in his parent’s front room as they watched TV next door. They always knocked before coming in as they probably didn’t want the embarrassment of finding us in a compromising position. I took my bra off and put my blouse back on, my little lace knickers soon joining it in my handbag. With my skirt around my waist Olly was happy to suck my tits as he fingered my pussy and I had a lovely orgasm thinking about me, Toni and Ms Smith in bed together. Olly’s fingers were not as magical as Toni’s but with my hand over his to guide him he was learning what I wanted, how I liked to be touched. Once I was satisfied, he was happy to have a quick hand job as his lips were locked on my left nipple, a handily placed tissue mopping up the torrent of spunk he unleashed.

We had just finished when there was a knock on the door. We quickly pulled our clothes together before his dad come in to offer us a cup of tea. His eyes didn’t miss anything, they slowly moved the full length of my body, no doubt noting how high my skirt was on my thighs. There was a grin as he looked at my tits and I gaziantep escort followed his eyes down. In my haste the buttons were in the wrong holes and my nipples were poking through the thin material of my blouse. Worse, Olly’s sucking had left them quite wet and there was now a wet patch on my blouse around each big nipple. I should have been embarrassed but instead his staring was exciting me so I pulled my shoulders back and made my tits and their hard nipples stick out as much as I could. He kept the conversation going as long as possible, offering biscuits and checking how much sugar Olly wanted, his eyes never once leaving my chest. When I looked away, I caught sight of my handbag. I hadn’t closed it and my bra and knickers were clearly visible, confirmation, if it was needed, that I was naked under the blouse and skirt and of what his son and I had been doing. The way he looked at me there was no doubt that he wanted the same, and probably more, as his son. The thought made me tremble with excitement.

Later that night, alone and still horny, I thought of the look of lust in his eyes and remembered the way the guys on holiday had looked at me and how fantastic the sex had been with older, more experienced men. I’d masturbated every night since we got back and tonight was no different, my fingers were soon busy between my splayed thighs as I imagined myself at the centre of an orgy with the Egyptian guys, Toni, Ms Smith, Olly’s dad, mum’s boyfriend…and it wasn’t just the sex that I was excited by, it was the thought of being watched. Toni had watched Ahmed fucking me and the four guys had watched each other as they fucked us and I liked it, I had found it exciting and I knew for me that sex would never be ‘private’ and behind closed doors. As my fingers worked overtime in my wet pussy, I thought of answering ‘Porn Star’ when I was next asked what I wanted to be when I left college!

Saturday was warm and sunny, and I met Toni in town in the afternoon. We drifted around, in and out of the shops, had a coffee and eventually got to her house around five. He mum was going out with her boyfriend and had bought us some pizza and a bottle of wine. We said we were going to watch a film, just like we had done a hundred time before. Her mum left around seven by which time we had eaten half our pizza and were half-way down the wine. Once the door was closed, we sat looking at each other, both of us listening for the sound of the taxi pulling away. Once the sound faded into the distance, we both stood up and, without a word being spoken, made our way to Toni’s bedroom.

It felt really sexy to be standing there in the evening sun with my best friend kissing me deeply, her hands gently touching me, stroking along my back and pulling me closer to her. We were slowly undressing each other, there was no rush and it just felt so sensual, like this was a gradual build up and the longer it took the more intense the inevitable orgasm would be. We were both down to our bra and panties when I looked out of the window, just in time to see a man almost walk into a lamp post as he stared up at us! I started to laugh (hard with someone else’s tongue in your mouth) and Toni looked too before pulling us both down onto the bed where we lay giggling as we stripped the rest of our clothes off.

I shivered in anticipation as her fingers lightly trailed down my belly, through my pubic hair and into the wet heat of my pussy. She had the lightest of touches but even the feathery stroking soon had me spreading my legs wide, hips bucking up to meet her finger as my lips parted and she grazed my clit with her fingernail. She sucked a fat nipple into her mouth, my back arching up to meet her as she teased my clit, bringing me almost to a climax before slowing and building again…and again…and again. I was close to using my own fingers when she relented and allowed me to cum, the animal noises I made being something I had never done before, but then it was an orgasm like no other.

When I recovered, she straddled me, her knees either side of my head and she spread the lips of her pussy wide for me to feast on her hard clit and the river of juice that ran from her. She rocked her hips back and forth as she ground herself against my mouth. She didn’t waste any time; she just worked her body against mine as I did my best to give her the same orgasm she had given me. Soon she too was gasping and groaning before with a final shriek she too came. After we had got our breath back and enjoyed some more sexy snogging, she got up and left the room. I assumed that she had gone to the toilet but when she came back in, she said.

“Look what I found in mums bedside draw.”

Waving her arm at me I could see that she was clutching a large black plastic cock! It actually wasn’t that big, probably only six inches but the colour made it seem bigger somehow. She knelt on the bed and twisted the end and it came to life, buzzing, twitching and throbbing. My stomach began to have butterflies and my pussy was twitching in anticipation. I had read about vibrators and seen pictures but now, so it seemed, I was about to feel one for the first time.

First, Toni unscrewed the end and carefully put the batteries on her bedside table. Then she took some of the same ones from her bedside draw and replaced them, explaining that she didn’t want to run her mom’s down as she would then know that she was using it. She made me spread my legs almost obscenely wide before she turned it onto its lowest setting and started to run it around my pussy. The vibrations felt strange at first but soon they began to get to me, and I could feel the throbbing making me wetter and wetter. She turned it up higher and concentrated on my clit as I grabbed my tits, squeezing my nipples and biting my lip as the inevitable orgasm came ever closer. Another twist on the dial and the buzzing and vibrating went into overdrive and I went into outer space!

She turned the dial down as I came down to earth and it was off when she started to push it against my tight hole. It quickly slipped inside, and the smooth plastic began to fill me. It wasn’t as big as Ahmed, but it was a nice size and I enjoyed the thrusting as she pushed it deeper and deeper inside me. When she thought I’d taken enough she pulled it almost all the way out before turning it back to its lowest setting and began to push it firmly back and forth as I gasped at the amazing sensations that were running up and down my pussy, god it was fantastic! I enjoyed a minor orgasm before she turned it up high and started to thrash it in and out at the kind of pace you would get from a real fucking…except there was no premature ejaculation, no bruises from bony hips, no bad breath in your face…just the lust filled eyes of my best friend staring at me and an orgasm that threatened to go on forever. I don’t know how long she fucked me with that plastic toy or how many times I came but by the time she stopped (she said her wrist was aching!) my hair was plastered to my head with sweat and there was a wet puddle under my bottom from where my juices had flowed out.

After she pulled the toy out of me, I lay there twitching, it was almost as if I could feel it still inside me. I have heard it said that if you have a limb cut off you can still feel pain in it, like it’s still there. The way my pussy was throbbing and twitching it was as if Toni was still using the magic toy inside me. Eventually I recovered enough to come to my senses, and we swapped places and Toni was soon lying on the bed, legs spread wide as I prepared to give her the same pleasure I had received. She was different though. I liked that she had teased my clit with the toy, gently running it around my sensitive flesh. Toni didn’t want that. Her hand reached down and pushed my hand and the toy firmly between the lips of her pussy and against the entrance to her willing passage.

“Turn it all the way up and do it hard. Push it all the way in and do it hard and fast. Fuck me like those men on holiday fucked me.”

So that is exactly what I did. I turned it all the way up and in one long movement pushed it as far inside her as it would go. Her hips pushed towards me as it slid in, her thighs quivering as I filled her until I could force no more inside her. Then I pulled it almost all the way out before plunging back in. Her first orgasm exploded after about the 10th time I forced the pulsing toy inside her and for the next 10 mins I did as she asked, did as she gasped and begged, I fucked her harder and harder until with a pitiful whimper the batteries ran out just as she was coming again, he fingers frantically rubbing her clit as she thrashed through a titanic climax.

I got on the bed with her after I had pulled the toy free and was lay together, kissing and touching as we both calmed down. It was now almost nine ‘o’clock so Toni washed the toy, replaced her mom’s batteries and put it back where she found it. We changed into our pyjamas, went downstairs and finished the wine and pizza before falling asleep on the sofa which was where her mom and her boyfriend found us a few hours later. They were laughing, they thought the wine had put us to sleep. If only they knew!

That became a regular thing for the next few weeks, I’d go and stay with Toni every Saturday night and we would have hours of amazing sex. We were still seeing our boyfriends during the week, still being fucked and in my case teasing Olly’s dad, but it was the time together that was special. Emotionally we hadn’t changed. I wasn’t in love with her, we had just found something that we could do together that we could not do apart or with any of the boys. I guess it was that confidence and that desire that resulted in my mother, Carol, finding out about us, about our secret.

We were sent home from college as there was a problem with the water. We were given work to do and, as it was closer, we went back to my house to study together. We did some studying, but it was hot in my room and I took off my uniform and just put some tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt on. Toni had nothing to change into so stripped to her bra and panties and…well, the temptation was too much. We were locked in a passionate ’69’ heads between each- other’s legs (which must have reduced our ability to hear) when mum, having come home earlier than I expected and hearing noises upstairs, opened the door. Toni was on her back and I had two fingers in her pussy as I licked her clit. She was gasping and close to cumming as the door opened and my mother watched as despite the shock Toni’s orgasm could not be halted. She must have stood there opened mouthed as she watched the girl she had known since she was a toddler shake through an orgasm administered by her daughter.

I realised that something was up and looked around into the disbelieving eyes before the door was quickly closed, leaving us to our embarrassment.

We got dressed, hardly speaking. I didn’t really know what to say to Toni, never mind what I was going to say to my mum. What must she have thought? I need not have worried. As Toni slipped out of the door mum put her arms around me and said.

“I’m sorry. We will see about getting a lock for your door. What you do in your room is your business, you are old enough to have privacy in your own home.”

With that she just kissed the top of my head and turned and put the kettle on as breathed many sighs of relief!

Over a cup of tea, I haltingly explained that I wasn’t gay, it was just something that happened on the spur of the moment on holiday and we had carried on. I still fancied boys but could not deny that sex with Toni was amazing and that I thought we would carry on doing it as long as we both wanted to. I wasn’t going off looking for other girls, it was just something between me and Toni. I did say that Toni had taken the lead so maybe she was ‘a bit more that way than I am’ which certainly made mum’s eyebrows lift a little. In an attempt to turn the spotlight, I asked her if she had ever had sex with another girl/woman. She shook her head.

“No, but I have certainly thought about it plenty of times. When I was your age and younger and my friends were holding me or being affectionate, I wondered about the next step. At times since my divorce I have thought women seem so much easier to get on with than men, it might be nice to have sex with someone that did not then want to move in/marry you/take control. Never did anything about it though.”

Then, as I sat there open mouthed, she laughed and said

“Maybe I should have done, I must admit that you two looked very sexy locked together like that today, you certainly looked and sounded like you were having a good time!”

Then she got up and started looking in the fridge, asking what I wanted for tea like nothing had happened.

Mum was as good as her word and a couple of days later her boyfriend, Steve, fitted a bolt to the inside of my bedroom door. He didn’t say anything, just smiled as if he knew why he was doing it. I should have been embarrassed but I wasn’t, there was something about the situation that excited me, and I returned his smile. Had mum told him what she had seen us doing? Had he guessed? I hardly ever brought Olly home; I usually went to his place, so he would not have thought that Olly was the reason. Truth to tell I was getting a bit bored with him. Although he was a nice enough guy, he certainly wasn’t in the same league as the guys I had encountered on holiday when it came to sex and once I’d had sex like that, stomach churning, toe curling sex, I wanted more and Olly certainly wasn’t going to provide it.

However, as I said I did like him so just like every Wednesday after college I was in his front room, undies off, blouse open and skirt around my waist as he sucked my nipples and fingered me to an orgasm when his mom knocked the door and, after waiting until we were decent, came in. She said that it was raining cats and dogs outside, and did I want a lift home as Olly’s dad was going to start his night shift soon and would take me. Having had the orgasm I wanted from Olly I readily agreed, despite the looks he gave me, the poor lamb would have to settle for a wank once I’d gone! His dad had taken me home a few times before in his nice big estate car and that looked like a better option than my pathetic umbrella given how heavy the rain was.

There wasn’t really an opportunity for me to get dressed so I was soon sitting in the front seat of his car in just my skirt, blouse and college blazer. The walk to the car had been enough to get my blouse wet and I was looking a bit like I’d entered a ‘miss wet t-shirt’ contest. The way my nipples reacted to the cold air I think I would have won! This did not go unnoticed by his dad and he made a fuss of making sure my seat belt was fastened and the mirrors were properly adjusted as he stared at my boobs. As usual it turned me on, so I pulled my shoulders back and let him look. There was something about the way he was looking at me that was a bit different this time though, like he knew what I was thinking. We started off towards my house but after a while pulled into a side street and then down an alleyway. We stopped and he turned off the engine. I opened my mouth to say something, but he was first.

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Judith couldn’t stop the tears from running down her eyes. The water from the shower poured heavily on her but it couldn’t wash away her sorrow. In the next room lie her boyfriend or probably her ex. She was unsure but she thought attending her friend’s wedding would allow them to finalize what was going on in their relationship. She sighed wiping her eyes, being careful not to get any soap in them. Judith allowed her slender frame to rest against the cold tile wall of the shower. She continuously ran her fingers through her curly mane. “I can’t believe this shit.” she hissed before breaking down in momentary sobs. She reminiscing on how careless she could have been.

Her planned talk to her lover in the next room drowned as he downed multiple glasses of whisky at the wedding reception. By the time they got to the room Richard was incoherent. So much so that he had to be carried to the room by several male attendees. Beep. Judith reached out of the shower to check her phone that had just rang. “Did it go well?” It was a text from her friend Kelz. Judith dried her hands before replying “no 🙁 he’s out cold”. She waited a few before writing again, “I could really use a shoulder to cry on.” Within seconds Kelz replied “say no more, I’m on my way.” She laid her phone back on the top of the sink before finishing her shower.

If there was anyone who could make her feel better it was her dear friend Kelz. Judith and Kelz knew each other way before Judith got involved with Richard. He was there for all the downfalls of their relationship. Offering advice or listening in times of hardship. Judith had just finished drying off when she heard a knock on the door. She paused, reaching for a white bathroom robe to throw over her frame. Judith had a small frame but her most noticeable attributes was her busty chest and tight ass. She tied her hair up in a bun and proceeded to the door. “Jude open up” Kelz sounded from the other side of the door. A little over 6 foot, Kelz took up the doorway with his broad shoulders. His hazel eyes fixated on the door as it creaked open.

They had softened once he laid his eyes on his dear friend. He could tell that she had been crying by the redness of her eyes and the puffiness of her lids. Judith noticed his attention and rubbed gaziantep escort her eyes free of the tears that had yet to drop. Kelz stepped through the door and towards Judith. She stubble backward using her hands to catch her on the nearby wall. Her robe opening free to reveal her body glistening with beads of water. “Jude,” Kelz ‘s eyes preyed upon her frame before enclosing her against the wall. His arms on either side of her, pressing his body against hers. Judith was stunned by his abrupt change in nature. Kelz was always so friendly with her up until this point. Her mind began to race but that didn’t prevent her from meeting his kiss. From welcoming his tongue as it begged for entrance into her mouth. There they were, making out on the wall leading to the bathroom.

Kelz had reached to his left to close the door that was ajar. Judith broke their kiss momentarily to speak “Kelz we can’t .” Kelz knew that her protest would be fleeting when he got to her neck, her tender spot. He nibbled at the chocolate covered flesh and she had buckled. Holding her up was not a challenge as he continued his attack. Her murmurs turned into moans. Deep throaty moans filled the air. Kelz knew he had her, his hand ventured from the wall to the curves of her hip to the treasure between her legs.

“Oh Jude,” he moaned against the flesh of her neck. His digits began to plunge in and out of her. Softly gathering bits of information after every reaction her body gave. Should he aim up? What pace does she like? Does she even like to be played with before being penetrated? All were questions he asked himself. He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his nose. The sweet damp sense of her on his fingers. She watched as his fingers swirled her juices against his tongue. Judith wanted to look away in embarrassment but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. After Kelz was finish sampling her he picked her up into his arms. He had originally motioned to the other room of the hotel condo but his direction turned when he saw Richard lying unconscious on the bed. He ventured toward the bed and laid Judith down slowly. Her eyes widened as she looked to her former lover and then to her friend.

Kelz wasn’t fond of Richard to begin with. He quickly removed his shirt and then began to undo his own buttons to his jeans. They dropped to the floor and his cock shifted forward after being set free. He watched as Judith’s eyes focused on his member. He tugged his boxers down and the thick cock was bare for her to see. Judith shuttered before taking in the full sight of his stiff cock. Meaty in width, Kelz’s dick was veiny with a purplish head. Judith drew herself to the edge of the bed, sticking her tongue out in agreement. Kelz brought his cock to her willing mouth. He plunged it in deep, letting out a velvet moan. “Jude…” he moaned her name into the air, as if claiming this space for them in this moment. Judith’s mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. His member hitting the back of her throat every time. Making slurping sounds when she drew him in. Kelz looked down in amazement, she looked as if his dick was the greatest thing she’d ever taste. He wanted to cherish this moment.

He pulled her head away from his cock and laid her back. Her face only inches away from Richard’s. Kelz didn’t have time to tease or prep her little entrance. Due to his previous conversations with her, he knew Richard’s penis was no match for his. He shoved his entire length in without warning. Judith cringed as she arched her back. Her hands gripped the sheet tight as he thrusted in and out of her eager pussy. “Jude I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while,” he bent down to kiss her. Kelz’s cock was being coated by her juices. A pool of her wetness gathering on the bed sheets. Judith moaned into his mouth, she couldn’t resist the urge of pleasure engulfing her body. Before she had a chance to really enjoy the thickness of his cock, Kelz had pulled out. Her eyes opened to him motioning for her to turn around. She situated herself on all fours.

Judith’s tight ass was now in the air and it provided a good view for him. “Shit Jude, if I would of knew,” He trailed off looking once again to her full figure. “If I would have only knew.” He positioned himself behind her before shoving himself in her. The sound of her ass slapping against his thighs was enough to shift Richard. Kelz shot the sleeping man a smirk as he continued a thrashing on his girlfriend. Judith’s face was buried in a pillow to stop her moans from being as loud. She noticed that Kelz had took one hand off of her hip but that didn’t stop the force of his thrust. She knew that tonight he was going to fuck her silly. A damp spot had already begun to form due to drool. “Yes open up for me just like that,” Kelz called from behind. The meeting of their skin gave off a clapping sound in the room. His thrust began to become more rhythmic and fast past. Kelz found himself thrusting back in her with both hands again. “Oh Jude…here I come,” Kelz looked downward to his cock being coated by a thin milky substance. Judith had cum and began to leave evidence of her pleasure all over his manhood. He smiled before diving deep within her to release his hot seed. He shuttered behind her, her pussy milking him for every drop. He fell to the side of her, cupping her face in his palm. A tender kiss between them before they began to gather their clothes.

Judith and Kelz spent the rest of that weekend in Kelz’s hotel room. The following Monday Judith had proceeded with her weekday like nothing happened. Even reconnecting with Richard who was none the wiser of her weekend adventures. Richard and Judith finally came to an agreement that they were both going to actively try to make this relationship work. As she sat there with him at a small town side cafe. Her attention was drawn to her phone as it rang against the table of the cafe. The text read: “so we don’t answer phone calls anymore.” It was Kelz who had been texting her for the past day, along with a few missed calls. She had been reluctant to answer his calls or text messages because she was confused on how to tell him what was going on with Richard. She ignored it once again.

Judith and Richard were going to enjoy the rest of their lunch together before they had to go back to work. “I’m really glad we’re doing this,” Richard exclaimed before placing a small kiss on her forehead. She smiled slightly as she saw him walk away. She opened her mouth to reply when her phone vibrated once again. It was Kelz but this time there was an attachment sent through the text message. Curiously she opened the message and sat back in her chair. Judith’s eyes widened in horror with her hand clutching the shape of her mouth. Displayed on her phone was a video shot from Kelz’s point of view with Judith being ravished from behind. The caption on the bottom read: “when your bff likes it from behind.”

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In the passenger seat, Danica stretched, murmuring noisily and arching her back and presenting her breasts in the sexiest way. “So where are we going again?”

Matt admired her display but only smirked and flashing his single dimple at her.

“Hmph. I trusted you enough to take time off from work -“

“You hate your job,” Matt interjected. He checked his side mirror and changed lanes, drumming the steering wheel absently. They were almost entirely alone on the highway as far as he could see, and had been for the last three hours. It was dusk and the clouds were going through a very impressive transition from a warm red-orange to a more somber blue-purple.

Danica counted fingers off dramatically. “I canceled a doctor’s appointment and a dinner date with David and Jill, and I had a yoga class I’m missing, I never miss yoga! I even talked Mrs. Mercer into feeding Meathead while we’re gone, and she doesn’t even like cats. The least you could do is -“

“Wow, check out that sky!”

She huffed and crossed her bare arms in a mock pout. He slipped a hand across the top of her thigh but she slapped at it angrily until he pulled it back. She was cute as hell when she was mad but she loved surprises almost as much as she loved being teased. Being teased with a surprise? She loved every second of it.

They’d been dating for almost a year and he was nuts about her. He didn’t tell her that very often, but he was quiet and soft-spoken by nature, plus he came from a family that didn’t communicate about feelings very well. He did, however, frequently send her flowers or other gifts at work, took her out (just about) whenever she wanted, and generally spoiled the hell out of her… especially in bed. Thankfully, blissfully, she didn’t just soak up that adoration and leave him out to dry. She gave as good as she got.

He put his hand back on her thigh almost high enough to brush the little white strings of her cutoff jean shorts with the edge of his palm. She pressed down on it with both of hers. Their skin tones were a study in contrasts that didn’t bother either of them but often got them stares from strangers. He was half Irish and half German, fair-skinned to the point of burning in just a few minutes of sun. She, on the other hand, was Italian and Colombian with some Greek and Spanish in there somewhere. Her skin was the color of a milky, luscious mocha that was always (magic?) warm to the touch.

He wished he could say he fell in love with her brain first, or her sense of humor or her generosity. But that would be a lie. It had been at a friend’s party and she was wearing this hot little yellow number that made him weak at the knees. She had a great body, a dancer’s body, but it was just good genetics. Better still, she wasn’t vain or narcissistic. She was just… well, cool.

He’d always been a shy, quiet guy, but their chemistry had been immediate and overpowering. She pursued him at first, which worked out very well. She was bold, honest and so very passionate, and didn’t play games… at least, not the manipulative kind. That was one of the things he loved the most about her, she was brave enough to just be herself.

“Why do you tease me?”

“Because you deserve it.”

She laughed huskily, so very sexy. She lifted his hand up and bit his knuckle.

“Keep that up and I’m going to slow down to fifty for the rest of the trip,” Matt warned.

“At least give me one hint? Just a little one? Please?”

“Maybe.”

“Yes!”

He waited.

“Well?” She kissed his hand where she’d bitten it. “Please?”

“It’s supposed to be a surprise though, and you might guess it. So it’s going to cost you.”

She checked behind them and ahead of them and there was still no one in sight. She unbuttoned her shorts and wiggled out of them, then tossed them in his lap.

“All right, but that only counts for one medium-sized hint.” It took all of his willpower not to look. Was she wearing underwear? What if she wasn’t?

“On second thought… I want two.” A moment later her bra landed on top of her shorts. Now he had to look. She was wearing panties, red cotton ones, and she’d unbuttoned her shirt to take off her bra. He counted three buttons open and her breasts were begging for her to make it four. They made a smooth, sloping arc and were heavy beneath the nipples, which were large, perfectly round and tasted better than any chocolate.

“Eyes on the road,” she said sharply.

Reluctantly, he turned his attention back to the deserted highway. Two can play this game, he thought. He dropped her discarded clothes behind his knees. No matter what, he wasn’t going to tell her where they were actually going. But he wouldn’t lie, either.

“Come on, you promised. If I have to follow the rules, so do you.”

He grumbled. “First, we have two hours and a half hours of driving left.”

“Sucky hint. Okay, the other one?”

“I asked Jill where you’ve always wanted to go,” he said reluctantly.

“Did you really?”

He nodded gaziantep escort but didn’t add that he hadn’t taken Jill’s advice, but had instead come up with a better idea.

She unbuckled her seat belt and leaned across to kiss his cheek. “So thoughtful. Thank you babe.” She kissed across to his ear and down his neck, thankfully stopping at his collarbone. His basketball shorts were getting very tight indeed.

She took his hand back and played with his fingers. “Babe?” She said, in that voice.

“No.”

“But babe,” she purred, guiding his hand down between her thighs.

“No.”

She pulled his hand all the way in, grunting in that naughty bedroom voice that usually dragged him into caveman territory.

“Fine, ONE more hint.” She wasn’t wet enough for her panties to be soaked through, but he knew her well enough that it wouldn’t be long if she kept playing with herself with his (much larger) finger. “But you have to ask me a question. I’m not offering anything else up to spoil your surprise. If you do guess it, you’re be in big trouble.”

She murmured happily, circling her clit with his fingertip. “What if I want to be in trouble.”

“Keep this up and you will be.”

“Promise?” She pushed his finger all the way down and immediately back up to continue circling her clit. Now she was definitely wet, and along with the hardness of her nipple against the underside of his elbeow, he knew she really was horny. Tease, oh yes. Bitch, never.

“You know it. Okay ask away.”

“I know just the one. What’s in the brown bag in the trunk?” She spread her thighs and pressed his fingertips as far between her swollen lips as the soaked panties would allow, then returned them to her clit, moaning so softly he almost couldn’t hear it over the thrum of the tires on the concrete.

“I’m not sure you’ve earned that hint,” he said cautiously.

“Haven’t I?” she muttered huskily. She was really going for it.

“Finish first, then I’ll tell you.”

“Oh… oh… kay.” He did his best to divide his attention between the road and his fingers, which were now inside her panties and exploring hot, slick heaven. Thank goodness for cruise control.

“Oh… oh… fuck… fuck me…FUCK!” she whined in a high, helpless, panicked voice, her nails digging into his wrist. She collapsed, hugged his hand and leaned against his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head. Her black-brown hair was down and curly today and it smelled like coconut and some exotic fruit he couldn’t place. Scrumptious.

“That’s my good girl.”

“I’d absolutely love to go down on you right now.”

“Damn.” He adjusted himself as best he could. Thankfully he’d dressed for comfort. He’d never been a fan of blowjobs. In porn, the goal seemed to always be cumming all over a girl’s face, which he didn’t find the least bit arousing. It seemed pretty silly, actually. Dani, however, had a talent for oral. More importantly, she got off on giving it. Likewise, he had a talent for going down on her and got off on giving it. He tried to fight through the flood of memories of them doing exactly that, often at the same time.

“So?” She asked, twining her fingers through his again.

“Oh, right. The, um, brown bag. It’s equipment I bought. Quality stuff. We’re going to need it where we’re going.”

She mulled it over thoughtfully. “Like tools? Toys?”

“Neither.”

“I give up,” she said resignedly.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

“You know I do,” she said, and kissed his hand.

“Good,” he said, and meant it. Her eyes, which were a soft but very unusual shade of hazel, were half-shut. When she felt the weight of his eyes, which were a blue so dark it was almost black, she smiled happily.

Half an hour later they made a pit stop. After Matt retrieved some clean clothes for Dani, gassed up and went to the bathroom, he found her at a snack rack. He came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist and the shoulders. She bumped her ass against him, whispered something too dirty to even write here and walked away casually.

His inner caveman wanted to drag her into the storage area behind the beer cooler and ravish her, but in real life, people call the cops on you. They’d gotten run out of a really nice restaurant once. The manager caught them in the women’s bathroom and swore at them all the way to the parking lot. Good times.

An hour and a half later, he turned off at their (first) hotel and rolled up to the office.

“You said we’d get there tonight,” she pouted.

“I said we had another two and a half hours of driving left. For the night. We’ve still got a couple of hours to go tomorrow. You didn’t think I’d give it away that easily would you? Love ya!” He got out before she could respond but he could hear her cursing all the way.

At the parking space in front of their, Matt came around to open her door.

“I’m not moving until you give me another hint,” she said, folding her arms and crossing her legs.

“Suit yourself.” He scooped her up and lifted her out of the car, carrying her as if she were just one more piece of luggage to unload. She laughed despite herself and hugged his neck.

When Dani was done showering, Matt turned off the TV and met her at the bathroom door. She was wrapping her hair in a towel but was otherwise still naked. She sang almost as well as she danced, but didn’t like anyone to hear her. She clammed up and Matt kissed her bare shoulder, then started undressing. She helped him, trailing her fingertips up and down from his chest, through the hair she found there, to his hips and belly. She plucked a hair and tried to get away but not before he caught her bare ass with a light but sharp swat.

“No peeking in the bag,” he called from the shower.

She ducked her head around the corner. “I would never!”

Matt pulled the shower curtain aside and wiggled a finger at her. She shook her head and shook her ass at him. She had on a pair of black lace panties and nothing else, and she knew perfectly well that he was up to no good.

He wiped the water off his forehead and out of his eyes and glared down over the shower rod at what little he could still see of her. One eye, one cheek, and the corner of that impish grin. She got a good look, winked and disappeared.

When he turned off the bathroom light he found her laying on her belly in the middle of the bed, cheek in palm, her crossed ankles rocking lazily. He sat at her hip, not touching her yet, and she didn’t move.

She was pretending to ignore him, flipping through channels randomly, legs still swinging. Still he waited, immobile. Eventually her legs stopped swinging and he could tell she was holding her breath in anticipation. He leaned over her and kissed her back, right above her ass. Goosebumps spring up almost instantly. He kissed up and up, not touching her with anything but his lips.

“You are so evil.” She lay her head on her forearms and looked back at him.

“I’m not,” he whispered. “Not at the moment, anyway.” He’d reached her shoulder and kissed down her ribs, only a fraction faster. Along her shoulder, down her arm, then her cheek, her temple, and her ear, which he suckled. She tossed her hair out of his way and he bit it gently, ever so gently.

She moaned through closed lips, her hips rolling against the bed. He ran a hand across her ass, keeping it flat, fingers together.

“Do it,” she said. Not begging yet, demanding.

He waited until she started to speak again and hit her good and hard across the middle of both cheeks. He left his hand there, the warmth of his palm adding to the sting of the slap. She cried out but bit it back almost immediately. He tilted his head to kiss her cheek right in front of the ear, whispering gentle, romantic nothings, and started trailing his fingertips all over her ass slowly.

“Again,” she said, but still wasn’t begging.

Matt grabbed one of the pillows and passed it under her hips. She arched her ass up and toward him. So inviting. He could smell her wetness already, like a garden on a humid day.

“Please, baby,” she said. Almost. He finally tugged those black panties to below the curve of her ass, but no farther. Still he trailed his fingertips around her cheeks, up her back to her shoulders, down her thighs, and always slowly, patiently.

“Please,” she whimpered.

WHACK.

She moaned into the bedspread, twisting it in both fists. Matt leaned forward and kissed the undermost curve of her ass, his nose almost against the crotch of her panties. He kissing wetly, fervently, and bit. Hard.

She gasped, cried out into the bed again. He widened his jaws, bit harder. He tightened his hold slightly and released, again and again. He leaned back, admired the splash of red marks he’d been making and pulled her panties down far enough for her lips to glisten up at him.

After their earlier adventure in the car, he couldn’t wait. He knelt between her spread thighs, which widened for him. His own dripping wetness was lost in the flood of hers as the swollen tip parted her lips with almost no resistance.

In that first long stroke he only went halfway, then out, barely moving. She widened her thighs even more and he ran his hands up them, settling at her hips. He pulled all the way out and away, savoring the squeeze and grind as she tried to keep him inside.

He waited, barely parting her, and she begged him to just do it. He drove into her again as before. Each time a little harder, a little faster. He kept this up until the lust had overtaken both of them and the bedposts were hammering the wall behind him. She had to push back with her clenched fists on the bedspread to keep from being forced off onto the floor.

When he felt her getting close he twisted his right hand through her hair and yanked her head back.

“Give it to me,” he growled deep in his chest. “Right now.”

She peered up at him helplessly, her whole body jarring every time he hit her. He pulled harder on her hair for just a moment, then grabbed her neck and pushed her face-down on the bed. Somehow he found that last bit of extra oomph and fucked her harder.

He knew he could make her cum that way and finally she did, crying wordlessly into the bedspread. He slowed down his thrusts but didn’t soften them. She shook all over but somehow managed to keep him inside her.

He was close. He switched from slow and hard to fast and deep and soon he could feel her fingers nearly vibrating against her clit as he slammed into her.

“Cum in me, baby,” she breathed, “Come on. Fuck that little pussy. Fuck it! Come on!”

She knew he loved that so she usually saved it up until just the right moment. He gritted his teeth and clamped down on her hips hard enough to leave bruises the next day. He stopped moving halfway through but she kept on grinding against him and even managed to have another little orgasm in the process.

He collapsed next to her and kissed her bicep. She rolled into the hollow of his shoulder and kissed his nipple. Eventually they took a fast shower and washed each other. It was these quiet moments of mutual tenderness that got them through the rough times even better than the sex did. Barely a word was spoken until they had curled up naked in each other’s arms in bed, her cheek against his shoulder and one ankle hooked across his knee.

Then it was only a soft, heartfelt “I love you,” which everyone knows is the best sleep aid in the world.

Neither of them set an alarm so they only crawled out of bed around nine thirty. They had the car packed back up by a quarter after ten and stopped for a quick breakfast at McDonalds. Back on the road she opened his sausage mcmuffins for him. Matt knew her too well to fall for the sweet little girl act, and half an hour later she made a renewed attempt to drag their secret destination out of him.

“So how much farther?” She asked, sipping her Sprite.

“We’ll be there around noon.”

“Am I okay, dressed like this?” She tossed her hair behind one shoulder and leaned toward him slightly. Her t-shirt was a v-neck, plunging just far enough for the black cotton of her bra to be visible. She had on a skirt, too… his biggest weakness. It was pleated and lacy and he could definitely make out the clean, bright white panties between her slightly parted thighs.

He turned back to the road without even changing his expression. “You look amazing. I wouldn’t worry.”

“Thanks babe. Will we be able to find somewhere quiet when we get there?” She was stroking the inside of her thigh but he refused to look. “I’m getting kinda… you know.”

“There’ll be plenty of time for that. If you’re good.”

“Wasn’t I good last night?”

He risked a glance. She was twirling a lock of her hair lazily and biting her lip slightly.

“Yes, you were very good last night. Unbelievably good.”

“Thanks. You were too. So what makes you think I won’t be good later?”

“You’re being very naughty right now. Distracting me while I’m driving.”

“I am? I’m sorry, baby.”

“Uh huh.” He scowled at her, eyes narrowed. “You looked in the bag, didn’t you?”

“No! Cross my heart.” She crossed her heart with one fingertip, trailing it down and across her breast in the v-neck.

“Well it’s too late now.”

“Would I be teasing you this much if I already knew where we were going?”

“I guess not. Sorry.”

“You know it’s risky for a girl to just run off to parts unknown with a man like this. Could be really dangerous. You can’t blame me for trying to protect myself.”

He chuckled, unable to keep it up any longer. “If anyone should be scared, it’s me. Those nails of yours have given me some impressive scars. I swear, my love, you’re going to be thrilled. I’ve been planning this for months. But yeah… there might be danger involved, yes. If you want it to be.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that,” she said, patting his thigh. Apart from some playful groping, the rest of the trip was uneventful.

Matt started getting anxious about a half hour before they got to the hotel. He’d paid for two full days of everything the day spa had to offer. Massage, steam bath, manicure, pedicure, facial, the works. All the next day, which was Friday, then a day off for them to go out and do whatever she wanted, then all day Sunday, too.

He’d booked a room in the nicest hotel in town. Saturday would be clear, sunny and eighty five, and from what he’d heard, Willow Lake was crystal clear on days like that. Perfect for snorkeling.

He’d asked for the day spa to send a brochure to the hotel and it should be waiting at the front desk. If not, there was always the website. Dani was drumming her fingers on her thighs nervously and he took her hand, kissed her fingertips.

“You’ll find out soon enough, hon.”

“Okay,” she said.

He pulled up to the hotel right on schedule and he could tell from her reaction that she was impressed.

“This place is amazing! So what’s the surprise? Come on, I’m dying here.” She was still looking around in wonder at the fountains, the landscaping, even the architecture.

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Julie was 19 years old when we met in the early 80s. I was in my 30’s.

She was willowy and elegant with beautiful light brown skin, a great benefit from her Portugese and African heritage. Her 100 pound body was topped off with silky dark brown hair that nearly reached her narrow waist. Her breasts were small but very firm and needed no support from a bra. Without a bra, her nipples made a definite impression on her blouse, and me.

I met Julie and her boyfriend, Mike, while they were attending a trade convention in central Africa. They were with some good friends of mine, so I joined them. It transpired that Julie was the daughter of a guy I knew professionally and her boyfriend Mike worked for her father. We were soon joined by other friends as we mingled and chatted in the reception area.

As evening approached, we were all tired and hungry. The group agreed to meet at a local restaurant when I noticed Mike and Julie were acting uncomfortably. I pulled them off to the side as we walked to our cars and asked what was bothering them. They were reluctant to say anything at first, but Julie finally admitted they couldn’t afford to go to dinner. Only Mike was working, and his job as a mechanic didn’t pay a wage that allowed them the luxury of eating out at expensive restaurants.

I was by no means rich, but in relative terms as an expatriate, I had a decent job, a company house and a few dollars to spend. Having been nearly broke myself when their age, I insisted they join the group of friends for dinner as my guest, my treat and to be kept between us only.

It was Julie who convinced Mike to accept. Mike and Julie seemed like a very friendly couple, especially Julie. At that point in time, nothing other than being friendly had crossed my mind. They were much younger than most of the group and although Julie was stunning, she was too young for me to even consider as a target for any lustful intent.

We had a great time at dinner, so I suggested we do dinner again soon. We exchanged numbers and parted with hand-shakes all around. The following Friday night, a date cancelled on short notice due to illness. On the spur of the moment, I called the number for Mike and Julie. Julie answered. I asked if they would like to go our for dinner and a drink on me.

Julie immediately accepted and gave me their address, so I told her I’d be there in about an hour. I had barely got into the drive of a set of two storey apartments, when Julie came bounding out and practically jumped into my front seat.

She was dressed in a short black skirt that hugged her hips and a pale pink V-neck blouse that showed off her pert breasts. Again, she wore no bra. Her nipples were already rudely pointing through the thin fabric of her blouse, which took some effort on my part to ignore! Bare legs and low heels finished her attire. She looked and smelled delicious. What a knockout!

“Where’s Mike” I asked, looking toward the entrance to the apartments.

“Working!” she replied.

“Do we need to pick him up?” I asked.

“No! He had to go up north to rescue some truck that has broken down in the middle of nowhere and he probably won’t be back until tomorrow. He’s always having to dash of somewhere at a moment’s notice.”

A broad grin spread across her face as she spoke. This was one of her father’s apartment and Mike still lived at home with his parents in another suburb.

“So, where are we going?” she asked.

I told her I thought we might grab a bite to eat and go to a nightclub I knew. They had a great all girl reggae band.

“Good. I like reggae music” offered Julie.

As we pulled out of the drive, she slid over next to me and kissed my cheek. Since she was somewhat young, that sort of startled me, but not for long. Her hand soon found its way onto my thigh while her other hand was up the back of my seat stroking the back of my neck. I reciprocated with the familiarity and began rubbing her arm.

After getting past the initial shock and a feeling of awkwardness at the age difference, I decided that I would let her make all the moves since she was the one who was so much younger and had a boyfriend. When we pulled into the car park of the restaurant and stopped in an empty space, Julie turned slightly in her seat, leaned her head on my shoulder and pulled my hand to her breast.

As I gently caressed her breast through her blouse, she spoke in a lowered voice and explained how attractive she found me and, especially, she felt really excited that a mature man would be interested in her.

Her breast was small and round, about the size of a ripe orange and a nice hand full. Her nipples were soon very hard. They were sticking out like the little erasers that you get on the end of pencils. They seemed to be trying to punch holes in her blouse.

During dinner, Julie told me Mike had been her first and only lover and they had not been getting along for some time. She said he hadn’t touched her in over two months. He had told her he was too gaziantep escort tired from working to make love to her. She suspected he had a girlfriend. I decided Mike must have been some kind of idiot to ignore such a gorgeous creature like Julie, and I told her so.

We got to the nightclub just as the band was beginning to play. I ordered my typical Brandy and Coke and she ordered a Gin and Tonic. Julie really liked to dance. During the slow numbers, she cuddled closely and firmly ground her pussy into my thigh. She soon had my cock straining to be free. She seemed to melt as I grabbed both ass cheeks and squeezed hard. It was getting more and more difficult to remember she was still a teenager.

When she had consumed half of only her second drink, I found myself practically dragging her around the dance floor. Only then did I find out she didn’t drink.

I told her we needed to get her home. She only smiled. With Julie nearly passed out in my lap, the ride home wasn’t nearly as much fun as it had promised to be. In order to get her into her apartment, I had to prop her against the wall, hold her there with my shoulder between her tits, an arm around her waist, and fish her keys from her handbag with my free hand. Thankfully, her apartment was on the ground floor!

As we got in her door, her legs decided they had gone as far as they were going to go. I carried her to her bed, undressed her, covered her, and gave her a soft goodnight kiss. I couldn’t help but grab an eyeful as she lay there in a pair of black satin panties, until I slid the cover over her. She was absolutely stunning! Smooth light caramel skin with not one mole or blemish that I could observe.

As I exited her bedroom I heard her stir.

“Aren’t you going to stay?” Julie mumbled.

I told her I’d love to, but she was in no condition to make such a decision. I told her I’d call in a few days and left.

Monday evening, the ‘phone rang. It was Julie. She apologised for not telling me she didn’t drink and said she didn’t remember too much of the ride home. She said she wanted to go out again. I agreed. Only this time there would be no drinking.

The following night she rang again to say Mike was away the next day (Wednesday) again for another overnight stay.

I picked Julie up at about 7:00 PM Wednesday evening. She was wearing a short black cocktail dress with a round neck at the front and a deep vee that went to her lower back. No bra, as was the norm.

This time she wore stockings and black patent high heeled stiletto court shoes. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail. What a sight! My cock started to respond almost immediately.

We had a nice dinner at a local steakhouse, caught a movie, and ended at my home for a coffee. The coffee never got made.

As soon as we entered my door, she kicked off her shoes and began removing her dress. This little lady was hot and wanted to fuck now! She said she wanted to make up for our last date.

I asked if she had ever stripped to music.

“No” she said, “but it sounds like fun.”

While I put on the music, Julie re-fastened the zipper up the back of her dress and put on her shoes. When the music started, she told me to sit on the couch and not touch her until she said it was OK. She began swaying to the music and slowly unzipped her dress again.

Julie was a natural stripper. As her dress fell away, she squeezed her tits together and pinched and pulled her nipples. Her perfectly pert breasts were small but rounded, with puffy areola topped by a pair of brown nipples that pointed upwards. They were almost as hard as my cock.

She was then swaying in front of me in nothing but the smallest of silky bikini panties, black stockings with elasticated lace tops (with no suspender belt unfortunately!) and her stiletto’s. I made note of the outline of her womanhood through her panties and noted that the crotch of her panties was soaked with her juices.

A few brief strokes to her pussy with her flattened hand and the panties were quickly removed. Julie was absolutely beautiful. Her pussy was covered with very fine hair, and it almost seemed hairless.

She had tested my patience by not letting me touch her until she was completely naked. I had nearly gone nuts wanting to reach out and grab her. She slowly turned, came to stand in front of me and looked down into my eyes.

“I’m yours! Do what ever you want with me” she stated flatly.

It was my turn to drive her crazy. From my seated position, I reached out and softly held her by her slender hips. Her whole body was so soft and smooth. Pulling her to me, I gently planted a kiss at the top of her pussy lips. She spread her legs, held the back of my head and pulled my mouth to her pussy. A single long lick of her entire slit brought a sharp gasp from Julie.

She breathlessly told me that Mike had never kissed her there!

“Baby, you’re in for the best night of your life, if you’ll let me do what I want to do to you” I told her.

“Do anything you want!” she gasped.

With that I scooped her into my arms and carried her to my bedroom. I gently laid her on my bed, undressed and joined her. I began by gently kissing her mouth and stroking her tits. Her nipples, already erect, became even harder. I moved down to suck her tits. As Julie began to make low moans, I started lightly nipping and pinching her nipples. As her moans got more pronounced, I pinched and pulled harder and rolled her nipples between my thumb and fingers. In further response, she raised her chest toward my hands.

As I lie next to her sucking her left tit, my left hand stroked the flat belly on its way to her pussy. Another sharp gasp came from her as I stroked up and down her hot wet slit. Just as I came in contact with her clitoris for the first time, she had an orgasm.

Julie was obviously one of those women who had quiet orgasms. She stiffened, pulled her legs together, thrust her pussy up to my hand and hugged me tightly as a long, soft moan came from deep within her. As she relaxed a minute, I told her it was OK to let her feelings out and make noise if she felt like it.

My hand was still at her pussy and resumed stroking up and down. Soon, I let a finger, then two, slide inside her hole. She was very tight. Maybe she had been ignored too much lately. As my fingers worked their way into her tight hole, my thumb found her clitoris and began massaging it.

Julie started tensing again, and I rubbed her swollen bud a little harder, this time delving with a curled middle finger to rub her g-spot. Her second climax hit much harder than the first. She began bucking like a wild woman and cried out for more. I again let her relax for a minute. She said she had never cum twice in one night and never so hard. A large smile crossed her face when I told her the night had only just begun…

I then moved down and began kissing and licking her soaking pussy. I cupped both ass cheeks and lifted her to give me a better angle for my tongue to penetrate her pussy. My tongue worked in and out of her until her third orgasm began to build. When my mouth moved to licking and sucking her clitoris, my fingers re-entered her pussy. Just as she began bucking wildly, I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and found her asshole.

She went wild when I slid my index finger in only to the first knuckle. A second knuckle entered her and Julie was screaming.

“Oh shit, fuck, eat me, more, more!”

As Julie came and thrust her pussy up to me, the whole finger slipped into her ass as I licked and sucked greedily at her sodden cunt, delving my tongue into her and nibbling her cunt lips up and down. As she came down, Julie said she needed to rest just a bit.

As we cuddled and talked, she admitted she liked my finger up her ass, but wanted me to be careful. She told me Mike had never eaten her, nor had he ever touched her asshole. All he ever did was finger her until she was wet, climb on, hump until he came, and roll off. She seldom had a orgasm.

I moved up beside her and held her tightly. She began stroking my rock hard cock. At six and a half inches, I’m not the biggest dick in the gym, but Julie said I was bigger than Mike, especially in thickness. She was amazed she had cum three times and I hadn’t even put it in her yet!

As Julie continued to stroke me, I started feeling that familiar stirring in my balls. I told her she needed to stop or I’d cum in her hand. I reached for her pussy but she said she still needed a little time.

“Do you like to suck cock?” I asked flatly.

“I’ve never done it, but I’ll try. Tell me what to do” she responded.

This beautiful, 19 year old woman had never even given a blowjob!

I had her slide down my belly to where she was laying with her lips nearly touching the swollen head of my cock. I very gently pushed her down and told her to kiss and lick the top of cock. She did. She licked up the drop of ooze that was gathered at the tip of my cock and softly kissed me. I told her to open her mouth and take a little of it in and suck. Without hesitation she took about two inches of me into her mouth and started sucking. Julie was the perfect student. She did everything I told her without question. As I continued to instruct her, she began bobbing up and down on my raging hard-on. She was licking the shaft and head with every up-stroke and was soon hitting the entrance to her throat on the down-stroke. I could feel her tongue gently grating along the underside of my swollen glans and I was going to burst.

I had her shift her position so she was laying on top of me in the classic 69 position. With my cock in her mouth and her pussy at my face, I resumed eating her still tight pussy. When I warned her I was about to cum, she didn’t say a word. She just took me in as far as she could and sucked harder. She was holding my cock at the entrance to her throat. I was too busy eating her sweet pussy to give any more warnings.

As I shot my first spurt, she jerked up about an inch, but went right back down and sucked even harder. She held right there for the second spurt.

In my lust, I instructed her.

“Take it down your throat baby.”

She gamely tried but just couldn’t do it. She held me deep in her mouth until she sucked out every bit of my cum and swallowed it all. I had continued eating her and with my tongue as deep in her pussy as I could get it, she quickly had her fourth orgasm. This one was a little quieter than the last one. She merely ground her pussy into my face and grunted with each thrust of my tongue. Of course, it is difficult to scream when there’s a cock in deep your mouth!

It was my turn to need rest. After a bit of a break, cuddling and kissing, I again began petting Julie’s pussy. She soon spread her legs wide. I crawled between them and resumed eating her. My licks became longer and lower. I pushed her legs up to where her knees were next to her tits and she grabbed the backs of her knees and held them there.

While eating her pussy, I lubed up a finger with her pussy juices. As she built toward another orgasm, I slipped a finger all the way into her pussy. Without warning, I removed my finger and moved my tongue from her pussy to her virgin asshole. A couple of licks and I drove my tongue into her asshole.

Julie was near cumming again. Julie’s asshole was too tight to fuck with just her own juices. I keep a tube of lubricant and condoms in the drawer next to my bed. I don’t think Julie noticed when I reached for the lube. A generous glob of lube was put in and around Julie’s tight asshole. I carefully massaged her sphincter to help it relax. All the while, I was eating her pussy. By that time, she was thrashing around and bucking up and down as she rapidly approached her next orgasm.

I grabbed a condom, slipped in on and lubed my cock. Then lowered her legs a bit and lined up to invade her pussy with my cock. One long slow thrust buried my shaft to the hilt. I held there for a bit enjoying a very tight pussy. As I began stroking in and out, Julie began humping back.

Soon, she brought her legs down and wrapped them around my waist. She was cumming again. I held tight into her depths as she thrashed beneath me.

I was trying to not cum. As her orgasm subsided, I resumed stroking her pussy. Damn she was still tight. I pulled her legs back up and stuck a finger back into her asshole. Julie’s eyes were somewhat glazed and nearly closed. A wide smile covered her face. Slowly I pulled out of her pussy and aimed my cock at her asshole. Thanks to the liberal lube and both our juices, it took just a little pressure and the swollen head of my cock popped into her virgin asshole.

Julie’s eyes sprung wide open. She tensed with the initial entry, but she soon relaxed as I held still.

“All right?” I asked.

“Yes! Don’t stop!” she gasped.

With that, I ever so slowly sank my rigid cock into her no longer virgin asshole. A couple of quivers and a grimace or two were the only adverse reactions Julie had. When I was fully in her ass, I held still while she relaxed.

The stroking began slowly at first. As I sped up, Julie started grunting and moaning every time I drove into her. She pulled her legs up further allowing me deeper penetration into her asshole.

After a few strokes, I was hammering into Julie’s ass as hard as I could. Thank God I had shot off a huge load earlier. I never would have lasted past the first strokes into her hot tight ass. It seemed to be sucking me in every time I pulled back.

She then reached down, grabbed her ass cheeks, spread them wide, and started yelling.

“Yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck my ass! Oh God! I’m cumming again!”

As Julie came, so did I. I must have filled the condom with the biggest load of cum I’d ever had. I seemed to cum and cum. When we settled down, I pulled out of her ass and gave her a few more licks on her pussy. She just laid there holding her legs up and panting.

Slowly, she lowered her legs and put her feet on my back. As I kissed her thighs, I noticed her asshole was still slightly open with a little cum dribbling out.

After resting, talking, and cuddling a while, we shared a shower and dressed. Julie told me she didn’t know it was possible to cum so hard, so many times, in so many ways. I told her having the right partner makes it easy.

I got Julie home about an hour before midnight. She gave me a passionate kiss as she stepped out into the warm night and skipped to her apartment.

I saw Julie a couple of times after that and she split with Mike. Last time I tried to contact Julie, the phone had been disconnected. I heard that Mike had quit his job a week earlier and no one knew where they had gone or if they were together. I wondered how long it was before Julie insisted someone eat her pussy or fuck her in the ass again. I wish her the best.

To Mike, and all the other men who ignore their women; if you don’t take care of them, someone else will. It doesn’t matter if they’re young and gorgeous like Julie, or just another average, middle-aged, wife. She is appealing to someone. Maybe me!

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A continuing story of lesbian seduction, awakening, control, and intense edging. In this chapter, Julia has the authority to permit Felicity to come, or not to come.

*******

I started to walk on but Felicity stayed rooted on the spot and whimpered:

“I want to go back, please Miss Julia.”

“Are you sure? What’s the hurry,” I taunted, and looked at her under the slightly orange glow of the dim streetlights. She looked sweaty and very desirable and I could so easily have abandoned my self-imposed midnight rule and just finger-fucked her to orgasm right there in the street. Moving to stand behind her and reaching around to put my hands on her tight flat tummy, I pulled her against me and pressed my groin into her bum. She knew what I was doing and didn’t resist so I slid one hand slowly up her torso, feeling every rib on the way then slipping under the bottom of her ragged top. I found one of her small irresistible breasts and it felt simply perfect in my hand. The nipple was already erect and I couldn’t wait to see it again. Fortuitously, we were outside a dusty old antiques shop which had various old mirrors on display in the window allowing me to lift her top and feast my eyes on their reflections.

Felicity lay her head back on my shoulder, moaning quietly as I played with first one then the other nipple. She watched her own reflection as I teased, pinched and pulled her sensitive dark buds and she writhed and whimpered in torment as I moved my other hand down, finding her navel, poking a finger in and teasing it.

She squealed out loud and spun around, gasping: “Oh god Julia. No, not there please not there. I can’t stand all of this. I’m so turned on all the time. It’s constant. This is unbearable, I’ve never experienced this before. I’m on a permanent horny high. Can’t we go back? Please Miss. I’m desperate and I simply have to come, and soon.”

She was not the only one. I too was aroused almost to distraction, and close to losing control. 14 days since my last climax, 3 of them spent in the company of possibly the most sexually desirable woman I had ever encountered. Countless edges. Numerous denied almost-orgasms. Days of supressed arousal. Hours of mind-numbing desperation. And all in the pursuit of the ultimate orgasm, one that might be only an hour away. My pussy was throbbing with desire and urgent need. My juices were flooding and my nipples ached, begging for a willing mouth to consume them and extract unimaginable pleasure from my full and erotically-revealed breasts.

I lifted the bottom of my dress and we could both see how my skimpy thong was struggling to cover my engorged pussy. “Soon, my lovely. Soon. Look at me Flix, look at me. See how I’m ready for you? Look at me Flix, look between my legs.”

I opened my legs and thrust my mound forwards.

“Look at my sex, Flix. See how my lips are full and pink and swollen and how they’ve escaped from under my dripping wet thong? See how my juices have soaked it?

Felicity looked intently at my reflection in the mirrors. “Please don’t taunt me like this. You know how hard you’re making this for me and you know how much I adore looking at you. You’re beautiful, Julia and I want you so much. But I don’t just want to look, I want to touch too, and can’t we do that back home?”

“I like to hear you say that Flix. But look at this,” and, ignoring her pleadings, I put my right foot up on the low ledge below the shop window to give her a clearer view.

“What if I pull my thong higher on my hips, like this? Look what’s happened now, see how it’s pulled tight against my lips and clit? See how my whole pussy is ready. Ready to be licked and fingered and fucked and teased as you bring me to a climax? I can just about wait until midnight; can you?”

“I hope so Miss. But I doubt it.”

“Look at it Flix. Do you like looking at my pussy? Do you like seeing me hitch up my dress on the street like a whore? Well get down on your hands and knees and take a closer look, slut”

“Yes, your pussy does look delicious and so ready to be licked, but I can see that without having to get down on all fours. Please don’t make me. What if someone comes down the street when I’m on my knees?”

“Yes, what if? You know what. They’ll see a horny young woman with her wet pouting pussy fully on show between her legs, visible through the gaping hole in her cheap ripped leggings. And they’ll think ‘what a pretty pussy. And what a cheap, willing slut!’ Now get down there and take a good look. Tell me, does my pussy look ready to be licked?”

Reluctantly Felicity obeyed my instruction and got down between my legs, her bum high in the air and her thighs wide apart. She looked awesome and I wanted all of her. I bent over her and nonchalantly slipped a finger in her vagina.

“Fuck yes Julia. Yes, Yes Yes, … but please stop tormenting me like this. What are you trying to do to me? Make me explode?”

“No, just to get you ready to explode at midnight.”

Felicity was close to tears.

“But I’m already ready. I couldn’t be more ready. What more can I possibly do?”

“You can lick my wet thong whilst bursa escort you’re down there. Yes, Flix, do it. You’re my slut and my pussy needs licking. That’s your job.”

Felicity visibly shuddered and did as I had instructed her, lapping her tongue up the full length of the lacy wet triangle stretched between my lips and over my clit. It felt wonderful to me and to be honest it was fortunate she only did it a few times, the start of some pre-orgasmic muscle clenches hovering just under the surface.

“Oh fuck yes,” she blurted as she surfaced, and pouted: “but, Miss, my pussy needs this too and I’d much rather be at home than out on the streets or in a seedy club when I finish. Can we stop now please?”

I’d put this gorgeous yet young and impressionable girl through enough so reluctantly I gave her permission to stop, and agreed we would in fact skip the club and go back. Felicity sighed with relief and thanked me as we began to walk, but was otherwise very quiet as we clack-clacked through the deserted residential streets, the sound of our heels on the paving echoing off the walls. Savouring the stimulating sensation of my tiny gold bar brushing sensually against the inside of my foot, the level or arousal in my pussy ratchetted up yet another level to: ‘intense but just about bearable’.

“Anything on your mind?” I asked, genuinely interested and concerned.

Felicity looked at me as we walked: “I have so many unanswered questions, sorry.”

“Any I can answer?”

“Yes, lots.”

“Fire away.”

“What’s that little thingy that hangs down the side of your shoe?”

“It’s a pure gold ingot.”

“Why would a shoe have one of those?”

“Makes it very exclusive. There are only 100 pairs in the world like it. And it excites me when it brushes against my foot when I walk.”

“Because it’s expensive? Or you just like the feeling?”

“Both.”

“Lots of things excite you, don’t they Julia.”

“Yes. Lots.”

“Especially clothes, underwear … and shoes?”

“Yes, but not just those. Next question.”

“Have you really not had an orgasm for 2 weeks now?”

“True, Why?”

“No reason, just curious. Is your mother still alive?”

“Yes she is,”

“Does she know, about … you?”

“What about me?”

“That you’re a lesbian.”

“Yes she does, but she doesn’t know everything about my sexual preferences.”

“Is she OK about you being gay?”

“Pretty much, yes, right from when I first told her.”

“How old were you then?”

“15, nearly 16.”

Felicity went very quiet after that, not speaking again until we were almost at my apartment when she asked: “I want to know what’s in that box. You promised you’d tell me”

“The inlaid wooden one? I assumed you already knew. You’ve already looked inside, right?”

“No, no, I haven’t. Honestly. I wouldn’t do that without your permission … Miss.”

“But you moved it. It was in a slightly different position.”

“I’m sorry Miss but I did just pick it up. I thought I might get some idea what’s inside by its weight.”

“And?”

“None the wiser actually.”

“Shall we go in and find out.”

“Will I like it?”

“I hope so.”

It was just after 11:00 by now and I was feeling hornier than I could ever remember. The ‘Arousal of Anticipation’ they call it. I waved my pass to enter the lobby and to call the lift.

Whilst we were waiting for it to arrive, standing beside Felicity I could see our reflections in the glass doors. My hard nipples were poking aggressively at the shimmery bronze fabric of my dress and my thong felt soaking wet. We stepped into the small glass-walled space and it whirred into motion. My mind flitted back to Tuesday afternoon, the first time Felicity and I shared this lift, and thoughts about how far we’d come since then filled my mind.

Raising the scalloped hem of my dress, I took Felicity’s hand and placed it over my pussy. “This is what you do to me, Flix. I think you should apologise.”

Felicity cupped and squeezed my aching mound and purred “I think you should apologise to me for being such a horny, bossy, cruel bitch”

As if I would. In any case, at that moment the doors glided open and soon we were inside my sanctuary.

The atmosphere between us was loaded as I closed and locked the door behind us and you could almost touch the tension. We both knew why we were there … or did we?

Felicity looked at herself in the long mirror and acknowledged what a total mess she was, with her hair all matted, make-up smudged and clothes in tatters, her pussy completely exposed for all to see and her titties almost as bad. She released her ponytail and let her dishevelled hair cascade over her shoulders and turned one way and another, looking at her own reflection. She asked me: “Would it surprise you if I admitted what a massive turn-on it is for me, seeing myself looking like this? To look so obviously like I’m your used and humiliated little slut?”

“No,” I replied, “no surprise at all. And would you be surprised if I tell you it turns me on seeing you like bursa escort bayan that, and knowing that you absolutely are my slut?”

Felicity looked at herself in the mirror again but didn’t answer. Instead she asked: “What’s the time now, Julia?”

I looked at my phone. “11:15, why?”

She bit gently on the little finger of her right hand as she walked across to me and, not really expecting anything except an affirmative response, commented: “It must be that time. The time you’ve been planning to tease me and lick me and finger-fuck me and mercilessly play with my clit until I’m about to climax. To hold me there, against my will, needing it so badly but totally in your control as you edge me and torment me right up to the stroke of midnight, in the uncertain hope that you will actually keep your promise and allow me to come. Right, Miss?”

I laughed and said she knew me too well and it was a good guess, but that actually ‘No’.

“What? What the fuck?” Felicity looked angry and upset. “You promised. You’ve been leading me up to this for 2 days and now you say No? Fuck you Julia I need to come and I will come even if I have to do it myself!”

“And that’s exactly what you’re going to do.”

“What?”

“In fact, we are both going to come. But we’re going to masturbate only ourselves, each in a place where the other can see and watch, and we’re going to edge ourselves as close as we dare to the point of coming and hold ourselves there until exactly midnight, when we will reach orgasm.”

“Oh … my … god. So, Julia, you now control everything about my sexuality, even telling me when I can and cannot masturbate. You are impossible Julia. I’ve been so much looking forward to you fucking me senseless, and now you tell me I have to do it to myself?”

“Well, yes. But then after midnight I promise I will indeed ‘fuck you senseless’, in more way than you could imagine. And I promise you more and better orgasms than you’ve probably ever had in one night. How does that sound?”

Felicity looked like she might cry. “This is all so intense and emotional and I can’t even think straight anymore. I’m so horny that I might even be past coming now and I suppose all I can do is surrender myself totally to you and go along with whatever you want. At least it might make you happy even if it doesn’t satisfy me. And I’ll only have to endure this for another 12 hours then I’ll be on that boat and will never see you again and … and …” She erupted into floods of tears.

I dabbed her face with a soft tissue and purred in her ear: “Surrender. Yes. Exactly. Just let yourself go.”

Felicity collapsed into my arms and I lowered her gently onto one of the big sofas. “Lay back, rest your head, and just do as I say, OK?”

She looked at me and nodded. I too was super aroused but managed to keep a clear head as my plan continued to unfurl as intended. My nipples pressed against my glamourous dress and my thong was so wet as to be useless. I stood close to Felicity, lifted the front of the dress, and peeled off the juice-soaked scrap of lace. I rubbed it over Felicity’s shoes and feet then tossed it on the floor. She looked straight at me with wide eyes, but said nothing. Holding my gaze, she began to work the top of her leggings down her hips.

“Stop. No. Did I tell you to take them off?”

“Sorry” she instantly replied. “No Miss, you didn’t. I just assumed you’d want me to be naked?”

“Later, Flix. Later,” I promised, and propped up my phone where we could both see the time: 11:35.

I continued: “Open your legs, Flix. Do as I say, open them.”

Felicity obediently slid her bum to the front edge of the sofa and opened her slender thighs wide causing a few more stiches to give way. The hole in her leggings grew larger, exposing everything from the top of her mound down to the shadows under her tight bum.

“Good girl. Now, just listen to my instructions, and watch me. Copy what I do, OK?”

“Yes Miss Julia.” she whispered, without a hint of dissent.

Taking up position on the opposite sofa, I hitched up my dress and spread my legs as wide as I could. Not as wide as my flexible young companion’s, but pretty good for a 44-year-old, I thought to myself as the erotic feelings inside me grew and spread through my nervous system and the excitement and anticipation of the situation gripped me.

“Pull your outer lips apart, Flix,” I instructed, “spread your pussy so I can see again how pretty it is. Use two hands.” … as I demonstrated, using my two middle fingers and exposing my engorged, pink flesh.

Felicity copied.

She gasped.

So did I.

I stayed like that for a while, sensing the intense arousal of two women, deliberately, blatantly, whorishly revealing their throbbing vulvas to each other.

We continued …

“Now push both fingers into your vagina.”

Felicity’s slid in easily. “Oh my god Julia I’m so wet and open. What are you trying to do to me?”

“I’m sure you know the answer to that question. Now slide them in and out, Flix, that’s it. In, out, in, out. bursa merkez escort Good girl!”

“Oh my god I’m fucking myself in front of another woman; this is so wild.”

“What are you doing Flix?”

“I’m fucking myself, Julia.”

“Say that word. Be that bad girl your mother told you not to be. What is it you are fucking, my sweet innocent little niece?”

“I’m fucking my cunt, Aunt Julia.”

“Yes you are. Are you a bad girl?”

“Yes I am. I’m a very bad girl. A slut. Your slut, Miss Julia.”

“Yes you are, Felicity. Now touch your clit.”

“Please no. I’m going to explode if I touch myself there” Felicity complained.

“No you won’t. You mustn’t. Just touch it very gently.”

Felicity’s whole body shuddered as she stroked upwards towards her clitoris but she stopped and bit seductively on her bottom lip. Perspiration covered her body and trickled down inside her leggings, between her legs and onto her perineum.

“I can’t Julia. I just can’t. It’s too sensitive and I’m so horny sorry I, I …”

But she did, and obediently began to circle her clit with her middle finger.

“Oh my god Julia I never ever …”

“Just listen, obey, and copy. Push your other finger deeper into your hole. As far as you can, but don’t stop playing with your clit. Do both at the same time.”

“It’s too much. I can’t … concentrate … I’m so near … I need this Julia … so much.”

Felicity glanced at my phone. “Another quarter of a frickin’ hour still. Surely you don’t …” and she trailed off, her eyes closed as she gently stroked her pink bud.

“Yes you can.”

“I’m sorry. This is so hard.”

“Keep copying me, Flix, do what Miss Julia does.”

I too needed to come, but controlled my emotions and just about managed to subdue the feelings for a bit longer as I fingerfucked my vagina and stimulated my clit.

“Oh shit that’s too much no please no no please tell me to come. Release me. Let me come. Please tell me it’s OK. Just one word from you is all I need. Say the word pleeease Julia” as the words poured out of her mouth, barely coherent now.

“No. Not yet. It’s not the time. Now do some tiny soft circles again. Barely touching. Keep going, keep going, keep going and … STOP.”

“Aaahhhhnnnnnnooooooo” she cried out. I’m sure that wasn’t the word she wanted to hear.

I stopped too and the feelings were awesome. It had been a long 2 weeks for me and the time was getting nearer. So powerful. So intense. Yet I felt deliciously in control.

“Just breathe” I purred “Both hands down by your sides and simply focus on the feelings inside your pussy.”

“Ohhhhhhhh” Felicity cried out as she took her hand away. “I’m sorry. I’ll do as I’m told. Tell me what to do now Julia.”

“Just do nothing, and count to 30 as the feelings subside. Concentrate on how that feels, all through your body and in your mind.”

“I’ll try … 1, 2, 3 … mmmm …15, 16, 17 … oh my god, doing my best here – feels awesome amazing … 28, 29, 30.”

“OK, we’ll start again, fingering our clits like before.”

Felicity did exactly as she was told. We repeated: Play, Stop, Count, play, stop, count and she was a spectacle to behold as she began to get into the rhythm, fingering her clit, up and down, left and right, circling, tapping, and then not touching at all on command, as her moans became stronger, louder, more desperate.

And so we continued. Time passed until I no longer needed to give her instructions and I could focus on my own ascending arousal as I teased myself, played and watched.

Felicity changed positions a couple of times, always with her legs wide apart. Each time she moved, a few more stitches of her ripped leggings succumbed and the hole grew even larger. Mostly she kept her eyes closed but occasionally she’d open them, smile at me, then continue. I noticed the periods when she wasn’t touching her pussy at all becoming longer. Sometimes she’d pull her cropped top right up to her armpits to reveal her lovely titties, and play with them too; pinching, pulling, and twisting her nipples whilst leaving her vulva neglected, needy, aching and unsatisfied. And exposed, clearly on show through the unforgiving rip in her leggings, an enticing, uninhibited display of pink, wet, engorged, soft, aroused, aching young flesh.

Midnight arrived … and passed, but Felicity didn’t notice. She was totally engrossed, and there was no way I’d let myself come before her. Occasionally I’d have to stop completely, crouch with my bum pushed backwards, my hands gripping the furniture, and ride the wave of almost-there vagina-clenches. My boobs had spilled out of my dress and I tortured my nipples whenever Felicity touched hers.

Eventually she spoke, weakly, her mouth dry and parched.

“Is it time yet?” Felicity enquired.

“Yes my lovely, it’s time.

Felicity smiled dreamily and positioned her hand just a centimetre or so above her oozing, swollen pussy, holding it there, hovering so close but not making contact. Her fingers stiff and bent back, her shoulders on the floor, feet up on the sofa and her bum high up off the ground as she offered up her open, throbbing vulva, as though worshiping an unseen and unpenetrating phallus. She straightened her back and her tummy muscles pulled tight. Her whole body was tense and alive. She’d almost stopped breathing and perspiration was pouring off her.

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Susan was swimming alone in the pool as I walked into the hotel pool area. It was after 2am and I was a little surprised that anyone was there at all. She looked up at me and smiled as she continued her backstroke laps. Susan was about 18, I thought, with a very athletic body. She wore a red one-piece suit with high thigh-cut which clung tightly to her body. Her long blonde hair was wrapped in a tight ponytail.

“You’re a good swimmer” I said, attempting to start some conversation as I took off my robe and began to step into the warm pool.

She stopped swimming and stood up in the shallow end near me. “Thanks” she said as the water dripped from her tight body. “I like it here late since I can’t seem to sleep too well lately. My parents are snoring away in our room upstairs.”

“Yeah, I know what that’s like,” I answered. “Sometimes you just need to let off some energy.”

I noticed her checking out my body as I walked down the steps into the pool. I loved getting reactions to my blue bikini, from both women and men. It shows my ample cleavage and nice 30 year old body very well. I felt my nipples harden under her look, even though I was getting very warm. I noticed Susan’s small but firm tits under her thin suit also had some tiny buds showing through.

“Miss your boyfriend?” I asked. Susan looked at me a little funny, but answered “No, we broke up a while ago. He’s a jerk. I found out he was cheating on me.”

“That’s rough,” I said, moving closer to her. “Sometimes I think men just aren’t worth it.” She nodded, and I continued “You know, we can do all that they can do just by ourselves, we don’t really need them.”

Susan giggled, “Well, SOME things we can’t do like they can, if you know what I mean.”

I smiled, “Oh yeah? I think all we need is a little imagination and some basic tools, and we can do better.”

Susan nervously laughed, but I could tell she was intrigued. She watched me as I laid back and began backstroking, slowly kicking across the pool. She watched me all the way, I’m sure noticing my breasts floating nicely on the water constrained by my tight suit, as my long legs worked effortlessly. Susan walked into waist-deep water, and laid back against the pool edge, kicking gently.

After I made another lap, I stood up again. “Damn, this strap broke again” I lied as I slipped my arm out of one side. “I’ve got to get a new one.” Susan watched as I removed the other strap, as my large but firm breasts bounded out, nipples long and stiff in the air. I was looking at the clasp as if it were broken.

“Oh well, it’s just us girls anyway” I said as I turned the top around and unbuttoned the snap, gently lifting my tits to do it. “You don’t mind, do you?”

I glanced up to see Susan staring at my hardened nipples as I held my bikini top to the side. “Umm, no, not at all” she managed to stutter as she looked away quickly.

I smiled and squatted down in the water. Susan finally looked back at me. I turned away from her slightly as I slid my bikini bottom over my ass and down my legs, and quickly stood up in the shallow end. I tossed it to the side, still facing away from her. My ass was slightly out of the water, so I was sure she got a good look at it.

“I love to skinny dip anyway, if feels so free” I said as I turned back to Susan. “Did you ever try it?”

I caught Susan’s eyes checking my neatly trimmed blonde hair at my crotch. Her eyes slowly raised over my breasts, then to my own eyes. I looked directly into her brown eyes, and she quickly looked away, embarrassed that I had caught her admiring my nude body.

She looked hesitant, but then, as if deciding that she was too curious as to what I would do next, answered. “Yeah, my girlfriend and I used to do it all the time in her backyard pool at night.” Then she quickly added “Skinny dip, I mean.” She glanced at my breasts again, as she made up her mind. “OK, I could use some freedom.”

She turned her back to me, and began to lift the straps from her shoulders, slowly peeling it off her slim, but shapely body for me. She looked over her shoulder at me as she stripped, a slight smile on her face. I felt that twinge between my legs as she lowered the tight suit down, stretching it past her nice firm butt, and bent down to pick it up from the pool bottom. As she bent over, she slowly turned toward me, her small tits hanging under her, pink nipples hardened.

The biggest rush I felt though, was when she slowly stood and turned to toss the suit to the side, and I saw her almost hairless pussy. I could see her pink lips starting to show through the few strands of blonde hair. Her nice thighs were slightly parted as she stood there, so that they converged at her nearly-bald crotch. This was one hot looking girl. Her waist was tiny, making her chest look bigger than it really was. She had a perfect hourglass figure for a girl her age.

I could tell that she was interested in me, I had seen those looks before. Some girls will clam up right away escort bayan and need more gentle prodding, but Susan was ready for some woman-and-girl experimentation. I decided to be bolder. We both walked into waist deep water, and I stretched out on my back on the water, floating toward her. She came a little closer, until I was next to her, my body across the water in front of her. I looked up into her dark eyes as they roamed my body, taking extra time looking at my pussy. I kicked slowly, spreading my legs slightly to give her a good view of my own puffy lips.

As I floated closer, my side brushed her stomach as she stood, and I felt the electric jolt of desire flow through both of us. She jumped back slightly, but then, getting bolder, moved back towards me slowly. I just gazed into her eyes, trying to let her know that I was open to whatever she wanted. Susan hesitatingly reached out to touch me, placing her hand on my flat stomach just below my heaving breasts. Her eyes were looking them over, noticing the hardened nipples. Her eyes rose to meet mine, looking for the next OK.

“Go ahead, feel them” I said, and she began to caress my tits, gently at first, making my nipples harden even more under her touch. She was enraptured with my body, as she now began pinching softly my nipples. “Ohh, that feels good, Susan,” I said. “I like your touch.”

“I like the feel of your body,” she said. “You’re so beautiful and soft. You must have lots of boyfriends.”

“Well,” I said, “I suppose I could, but right now I’d rather be with you.” Susan smiled and continued stroking me. She put one hand under the small of my back, holding me in the water, as the other ran up and down my body. She ran her hand down to my mound, stopping at the hairline. I was covered in goose bumps from the excitement of her touch. “Go ahead, touch me” I encouraged her.

“Tell me what to do,” she whispered. I could tell that she was eager to learn. Her breathing was rapid as her little tits heaved on her chest, her eyes wandering over my body.

“When you and your girlfriend skinny dipped, did you ever touch each other?” I asked, hoping to bring up some emotions.

“Well,” she answered slowly, “we were only about 11 or 12, we really didn’t know what to do.”

I kept prodding as she continued stroking me “did you kiss?”

“Yeah, sometimes.” Susan answered, “We pretended we were the other’s boyfriend. We would touch each other, but neither of us had much in the way of breasts, although I liked to play with Jane’s, she had little nubs before I did.”

“How about her pussy?,” I asked. “Did you like to touch hers?”

Susan looked longingly at mine. “We would both get pretty wet when we played with each other” she was opening up now. “We kind of rubbed each other’s slit, but I don’t think we ever really gave each other a real orgasm or anything.”

I really wanted to take her now, but I decided to let her do the exploring for now. It felt too good to have this virgin girl experiment on me.

“Just do to me what you think you’d like done to you” I said.

Susan’s hand went down to my pussy, her finger slipping into my moist slit gently. She felt for my clit, and I shivered as she found it immediately, stiffened, waiting for her touch. This girl really knew her way around a chick’s body. I’m sure she must have played with herself often to know just where to touch me. I closed my eyes and let her pleasure me, sliding her finger up and down my moistening slit, her palm touching my clit just enough to tease me. Then she slipped her finger into my hole, and I let myself go limp in the water, weightless in her hands.

She entered me slowly, as she brought me closer to her chest, her tits right next to my face. I flicked out my tongue to her nipples, letting it slide over her small mounds. Susan shivered as she moaned, continuing to stroke my cunt. She pulled me closer to her, giving me easier access to her chest as I continued sucking her bite sized tits into my mouth. She found my clit, which was stiff from excitement about fucking this little girl. She began to stroke it with her fingers, letting it slide between them. As she finger fucked me, I could tell that she was getting too excited to stand for long, holding me up in the water.

“Let’s move to the side of the pool” I said as I let her tit slide out of my mouth, even though I didn’t want her to stop playing with my clit.

She gently let me down and I stood in front of her. Taking her head in my hands, I lowered my mouth to hers, sending an electric shock through both of us as our lips touched. I slipped my tongue against her lips, and she opened her mouth, allowing me to enter her mouth with my tongue. She hungrily sucked it, as she grasped my hard ass with her fingers. I moved my hands down to her heaving chest, palming her little titties and stroking the hard nipples between my fingers. She pulled me closer to her, our blond mounds pressing together underwater. I stopped to take a breath. görükle escort

“Come on, sit up on the edge of the pool” I said, leading her to the edge.

I grasped her waist and quickly lifted her onto the side of the pool, her hips about even with my chest. She put her hands on my tits, kneading the heavy mellons in her palms as she watched me. My hands were still on her waist, but now I moved them lower to her thighs. They were very muscular for a young girl, and commented on how lovely they were. I stroked the outside of her legs, waiting for her to open them for me, not wanting to push too hard. Susan leaned forward, her beautiful face touching mine for a kiss. Her eyes focused on mine as she slowly spread her legs, scooching forward on the pool side slightly. I looked down to her bald pussy, the pink lips swollen from her excitement. Her slit was wet from her own juices, and I could smell the young lust from her sweet cunt.

—————————— Part 2 ——————————

Slowly, I leaned forward to kiss the tops of her thighs, working my way between her legs. I lifted one up and kissed the inside of her knee, working slowly up with my lips as I placed the leg on my shoulder. I touched the other leg, and she immediately placed that one up on my other shoulder as she leaned her head back, waiting for the inevitable.

I continued slowly kissing up her leg, stopping at her crotch as I kissed her smooth belly. I could feel just the hint of pubic hair on my chin as I slowly worked lower, feeling the wetness of her slit on my chin. I touched her pussy lips with my open mouth, and Susan shivered noticeably, a soft moan escaping from her young lips. She opened her legs even more. I let my tongue slip out, gently licking her soaking slit from the top down, then up again slowly. I could feel her young clit stiffen as I passed over it with my soft tongue. She slowly began to gyrate her hips, pushing her cunt gently into my flickering tongue.

Then I placed my mouth over her pussy, my top lip on her clit, as I slowly explored around her hole with my tongue. The juices were flowing quickly, and I swallowed, enjoying the youngster’s taste. I gently pushed my tongue into her entrance, and she grabbed my head, pulling herself closer to me. I slipped it into her as far as I could, as my hands wandered up her body to her heaving breasts. I pulled and fondled her hard, stiff nipples, as I continued working my tongue in and out of her gushing pussy.

She was beginning to twitch, lifting her hips off the edge a little, then pulling my head into her wetness. I gently slipped my middle finger into her slit, letting her juices lubricate it well. Slowly, I began pushing it into her flowing cunt, slipping it all the way in as I continued to tongue her clit. She was tight, but took it easily, moaning softly as I moved it in and out of her hot pussy. Her moans became louder, and I started sucking harder on her stiffness, my mouth covering her snatch. I knew what was happening now, as I felt the buildup of her clit as her cunt exploded it’s nectar into my face, She pulled me even tighter, as she moaned louder and louder, bucking her hips wildly as I tried to keep my finger inside her, my tongue on her spasming clit.

It was a long orgasm, followed by several smaller tingles as she came down from each one slowly. I backed out my finger, kissing gently at her slit, and licking slowly out to her thighs. My face was soaking wet from her come, and she was looking at me hungrily.

“Oh my god, I’ve never felt one like that before!” she said, eyes wide.

“That was a lot more than one, my dear” I said, realizing that she had never experienced multiple orgasms before. “Now you know what a woman can do with a woman.”

She slipped back into the pool, taking me in her arms, pressing her body to mine as she kissed me deeply. She took my tongue into her mouth, sucking her own juices off it, seeming to enjoy every drop. We kissed like that for a while, stroking each other’s bodies as our hands wandered over them. I was about to come myself just from her touches, but I knew I needed to wait. I wanted her to enjoy the feeling of bringing me off herself.

She grasped my big tits, kneading them gently in her hands. Slowly, she kissed my chest, trailing her tongue down my cleavage, as she squeezed them together. She slowly kissed my breast, all around the nipple as it hardened again under her touch. Then, she opened her mouth and took my tit into it, sucking and licking it at the same time. It felt wonderful to have this girl making love to my tits. She flicked her tongue over the nipple, gently biting down with her lips and teeth. She worked over one, then the other, as I enjoyed her mouth on my tits.

“Let’s get out of the water” I whispered, not really wanting her to stop.

I led her up the stairs, and we laid next to each other on some exercise mats. I laid on my back, and Susan gently began to kiss bursa elit escort me again, leaning over me as we sucked tongues together. She again began kissing lower, going back to work on my tits, nipples hard as I ever remember. She was kneeling up now by my side, and I slowly began to spread my legs apart, hoping she’d pick up on the hint. Susan slid her leg between mine as she continued sucking and licking my breasts, and as I moved my other leg over, knelt between my legs, her knees together. I stroked her hair as she kissed my tits, gently guiding, but not pushing her lower. She didn’t resist, but kissed gently lower to my flat stomach, licking at my belly button. It felt wonderfully erotic as her velvet tongue kissed my body, and I took my own breast in my hand, kneading it as she kissed lower.

Finally, she reached my mound, and kissed at my pubic hair. I arched my back a little, giving her easy access to my wet slit. I felt a twinge through my body as her lips touched my pussy lips, now swollen with lust, slightly spread for her. Her tongue slipped into the slit, and she began licking and kissing my pussy lips, her tongue working deeper into my cunt. This girl was a natural cunt-eater, I thought. She was touching all the right places. I bent my knees up, pulling her face closer to my crotch as she lapped at my flowing cunt. Her hands ran up to my breasts, and she kneaded them both, fondling me as she continued sucking my juices, bringing me nearer and nearer. I thrust my hips up, her tongue meeting me with each thrust. I squeezed her hands onto my tits harder, guiding her as she caressed my breasts, flicking the nipples gently with her fingers. Her tongue slipped into my hole, and she drove it in and out, stopping to lick at my erect clit as she entered and exited the flowing cunt. She was fucking me expertly with her thick tongue, my thrusts meeting hers.

She continued kneading my tits as she licked, and I began to buck my hips, the start of a huge orgasm building in my body. Suddenly, it hit. I slammed my cunt into her lapping tongue, spilling my juices over her face as she eagerly drank, still squeezing my tits together as she held her tongue on my spasming clit.

“Yes, oh yes Susan” I screamed as I felt I would literally explode.

When each wave hit, I threw my head back, humping my gushing cunt into her face. Slowly, it subsided, and Susan let her tongue relax, as she slowly kissed her way back up my body, gently touching me everywhere with her lips. I pulled her face toward mine, hers now wet with my cum. We kissed deeply as I sucked my own juices off her tongue, tasting the stickiness of my pussy. We laid there, embracing for a while, as we stroked each other’s bodies, her head on my heavy chest.

“Thank you” she whispered, as she reached up to kiss me. “I loved doing that to you.”

After a few minutes, we decided that we’d better get back to our rooms.

“What do you do?” she asked me as I pulled my robe over my nude body.

“I’m a photographer” I said. “And I’d like you to model for me, if you would.” Susan was impressed.

“What kind of photography?” she asked. “Oh, mostly free-lance” I answered, “But I really enjoy nude and erotic photography.”

“I’ll bet you do,” she laughed. “Do you use yourself as a subject?”

“Actually, yes,” I said. “I have a little remote control that I’ve used quite a bit. I’ll show you some of my work later, if you want.”

We made a date for the next evening, and she slipped her suit back on, sliding her beautiful body into it, now proudly exhibiting herself as she pulled the tight suit over her tits.

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I heard a soft knock on the door.

“It’s Susan” said a low voice.

I opened the door to find her, blond hair cascading beautifully over her shoulders. She wore skin-tight jeans, and a buttoned white blouse. Her lacy bra was visible through the thin fabric. Her makeup was done well, her beautiful brown eyes accented perfectly. I too was wearing jeans, and a t-shirt. I had no bra or underwear underneath, and I felt my nipples harden just looking at Susan’s tight firm ass as she walked into my room.

My room was a mini-studio, with different backgrounds spread against one wall, the camera and lighting equipment everywhere. I offered her a drink, and we sat at the table as she began looking through my portfolio. I showed her some jeans ads that I had done, as well as some food shots.

“This is really good” she said, as she looked through the book. “But where’s the other stuff you told me about?”

I smiled, and pulled another book from a shelf. “You mean the erotic book?” I smiled. “You have to be over eighteen to see these, you know” I kidded.

“Well, I won’t tell anyone, I guess.”

I sat close to her as she opened the book. There were pictures of women partially nude, some with lingerie, and some Playboy-type poses, fully nude.

“These women are all beautiful,” she said. “Did you make love to them all?”

“I wish!” I laughed. “No, only a few are open to explore like we are,” I said as I stroked her long blonde hair.

Susan pressed on, though. “Tell me which ones,” she insisted, as she continued flipping through the pages, admiring some of the beautiful bodies.

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‘Practice is almost over’ I told myself. Soon I could go home and take care of this ache. This happens every practice. I would stand quietly off to the side and stare lustfully at my coach. Why did she have to have such perfect legs anyway? And that ass… my mind wandered once more. My cheerleading coach was absolutely gorgeous. She had blonde hair with bright blue eyes with a body you just wanted to devour. At least I did. I wanted to run my tongue from her lips to the place I knew would be wet for my touch. Shuddering in arousal, I tried to put my mind on other subjects. It was torture fantasizing the way I did. I wondered what she would do if she knew one of her girls was lusting after her.

Everything that was said to me I pretty much ignored. I felt like a robot really, going through the motions from memory while my mind was filled with erotic images and daydreams. The things that went through my head would make the most promiscuous woman blush and probably give a nun a heart attack. I blamed it mostly on my hormones, being 18 just wasn’t easy.

At that moment, the coach slid into the splits trying to teach us a new cheer. I felt heat pool between my legs and felt a blush creep up my neck. I glanced around but everyone ignored me as usual. I was thankful no one noticed the way I was fidgeting or the blatant desire burning in my eyes as my gaze found the Coach again. Finally practice was over and the coach bid everyone goodbye smiling in her usual charming way. I gave a sigh of relief. Now I could go home and take a nice long cold shower!

However before I could leave and go home the coach called me over. I approached her doing my best to keep my eyes trained on her face when all they wanted to do was slip lower. It should be illegal for someone to have such a perfect body I thought silently to myself. “Tanya there is something I need your help on” I nodded hundreds of fantasies spinning through my head at her simple statement. “There are some signs at my house I would like you to help me with if you don’t mind” her voice was soft and so very feminine, I felt like crying out in frustration.

‘What a strange request’ I thought silently to myself but I agreed anyway. I could handle a few more hours with her; at least I hoped I could. Now sitting in coaches or rather Jen’s car I felt trapped in my lustful fantasies. Every breath I took I could smell her and I didn’t think I could take much more. A mixture of a soft scented perfume along with her heady feminine smell had me ready to soak her car’s seat right then and there. We finally arrived at her house and I breathed a sigh of relief. Being so close to her without touching her was really a challenge

She unlocked and opened the front door motioning me to follow her to the living room. “Would you like anything to drink? Juice maybe?” she asked completely unaware of the affect she was having on me. Strangled by lust I could only nod mutely. She left to get the drinks and I sat down on a bursa escort very plush sofa. Glancing around her house, I noted how neat it was and how cheery the atmosphere seemed.

She returned with two glasses filled with some type of red liquid. She handed me one and sat down beside me. I was so preoccupied with trying to keep my desire in check that I didn’t even notice that there were no signs in sight. I mumbled thanks and greedily drank almost have the glass. Was it me or was it getting hot in here? “S-so where are the signs?” I asked angry that my voice seemed to shake.

Jen smiled at me “Tanya the reason I asked you to come here has nothing to do with signs. I’ve seen how you look at me and…” she hesitated and my chest constricted. Was she angry? Was she about to kick me off the squad? Or lecture me? Her next words nearly made me fall off the sofa. “I feel the same as you. I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you.” My heart ceased to beat and my mouth dropped open. I couldn’t breathe, let alone speak. So all I did was stare at her completely dumbfounded.

She continued on when I remained silent. “In my opinion since we both want each other, what’s to stop us from having each other?” I don’t think I could have answered her if my life depended upon it. We didn’t needs words though because after meeting my gaze for a moment she kissed me and I was immediately lost. Her lips were as soft as I had imagined and I nearly moaned in sweet agony.

Repeatedly our lips met each kiss more impassioned then the last. My hand fisted in her hair as my body clenched with a need so intense I trembled with it. I needed to feel her skin to skin, taste her, and drive her to complete and utter ecstasy. Her lips parted at the insistent probing of my tongue and I slid inside to taste her. Her tongue tangled with mine and the kiss that ensued left me craving more. I explored her every recess, enjoying her sweet taste and delicious smell. Her hands were threaded into my hair pulling slightly as she moaned softly into my mouth

Her body pressed urgently against my mine and I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. I could not believe this was happening. I never wanted this moment to end. With my mouth still locked in out erotic kiss, I brought my free hand up to cup her breast. It fit perfectly into my palm just like I knew it would. Her moan sent all my emotions and senses reeling and I felt caught up in this chaotic whirlwind of desire and need. Craving so intense, it bordered on pain slammed into me and my hand on her breast tightened.

I pulled away very reluctantly but only long enough for me to tear off her shirt in one quick motion. Her bra was a cream color with lace flowers on the edges. She looked to damn sexy in it so it soon joined her shirt on the floor with a flick of my wrist. For the longest time all I could do was stare. She was magnificent; I had waited so long for this moment. I hade to taste her, every inch of bursa ucuz escort her begged for my lips. My mouth closed around her nipple and her back arched pressing her breast more firmly into my mouth

She moaned deep in her throat her nails digging into my shoulders. I bit down gently and in response, she cried out softly her hands tightening, her nails leaving little half moons in my shoulders. This only caused my excitement to heighten as I soothed her nipple with my tongue. Suddenly Jen pushed me off and I expected her to stop me, tell me to get out of her house. Instead, she tore my shirt off in the same quick motion I used on her then she proceeded to remove my bra as well.

However, I would not let her take control. I had been waiting for this for to long. I cupped the back of her head and drew her in for another kiss. Meanwhile my other hand began to move down her body. I pinched her nipple with my thumb and forefinger reveling in the gasp of pleasure that escaped her parted lips. My mouth left hers and headed downwards once more finding her nipple. She was trembling her body shaking with pleasure and anticipation. I could almost smell her arousal and it made me want her that much more.

My mouth stayed on her breast worshiping her skin with my lips and my hand traces a lazy path toward the area that was weeping for me. I lingered on her navel tracing circles around her belly button teasing her with only the tips of my fingers. Her body arched and writhed in a silent entreaty. Finally, my hand reached the waistband of her shorts and I tugged gently. In response, she lifted her hips so I was able to slide them off her in one smooth motion. She wore a white lace thong underneath and I had to stop myself from crying out in need and appreciation of the sight in front of me. I must have died because this was definitely heaven. Just a hell of a lot hotter.

My fingers headed lower very slowly making her whimper as I kept her in suspense. When I thought I had tortured her enough I brought my hand to the place that craved my touch. My fingers teased her through her thong stroking gently at first. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she undulated against my hand. I smiled as I watched her facial expressions of pleasure. My lips found her nipples again as my hand slid up and down her moist folds. She was soaking through the thongs now and her whimpers grew louder. “Please” she moaned softly and that single world sent all my senses rioting.

My lips left her nipples then and burned a path downwards. I lavished her skin with kisses nibbling here and there. She smelled so delicious, and tasted better then she smelled. When I reached her stomach, I traced slow circles around her belly button. I lingered on her navel causing her to squirm in anticipation. Finally my lips found the place that was now completely soaked with her juices. Her legs fell open and she arched her hips in silent invitation. bursa elit escort

My tongue flicked her clit softly causing her to cry out. She was so sensitive, and so beautiful. My tongue flicked out a few more times and she fisted her hands into my hair pulling slightly and yet holding me in place. After teasing her with a few more flicks, I brought my fingers into play. I slid one from the very back of her wet passage to the top pressing slightly on her clit as I did so. Her body spasmed and her hands tightened even more in my hair so I did it a few more times. By the time I gave her a reprieve her entire body was shaking with pleasure and need.

I brought my tongue back to her button of pleasure passing over it in long leisurely strokes. My hand slipped down from the top of her legs and slid inside of her easily. At that same moment, my lips wrapped around her clit and I sucked the little button into my mouth. Her entire body jerked violently, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. I stopped all movement letting her settle down refusing to let her reach climax just yet. I wasn’t done with her; I wanted to make sure she remembered this just like I knew I would for a very long time.

After her breathing slowed and she went back to softly whimpering, I began a slow thrusting movement with my fingers. Her hips met every thrust eagerly. Her breathing was coming in shallow gasps and her eyes were completely glazed over with the need for completion. She was incredible just how I knew she would be. I sucked at her clit vigorously enjoying immensely the way she pushed into my mouth. “Yes!” she moaned. At that word, I shuddered and this time it was me that moaned. My moan sent vibrations through her clit causing her to gasp.

I knew she was near orgasm and my fingers were thrusting faster now and harder. She was so wet, so mouth-watering. I feathered my tongue against her clit, her moans grew louder, and mine soon joined hers. “Yes! Oh Yes!” her voice broke through my haze of need turning me on so much more. Her voice was just so incredibly sexy. Her moans soon turned into a keening wail and I could tell she was on the verge of climax.

Just as she was about to reach the peak I removed my hand. She cried out against the loss her eyes opening and meeting my gaze. My eyes burned into hers for a moment and her cry moments before was now a scream because not even a minute after I removed my fingers I replaced them with my tongue thrusting it as deep as it would go and in the process I flung her over the edge into bliss. She screamed my name as her release claimed her and her hips arched violently off the sofa. I greedily drank of her juices savoring her taste, savoring this moment…

“Tanya… Tanya!” I blinked several times coming back out of my fantasy and once more back to tormenting reality. I noticed everyone was looking at me and I was once again at practice. I had gotten lost in my fantasy world…again! Sometimes I just couldn’t help myself though. ‘damn hormones.’ The coach was frowning at me and I wondered what she would do if she really knew the things that went through my head. “Tanya please pay attention!” she said shaking her head. I nodded my gaze on her lips as she spoke. “Always coach…” my gaze met hers “Always.”

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I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life. My stories are based on my fantasies. Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks. This is my first story (part 3), I hope you enjoy it. I’m working on further chapters, and I’d enjoy any constructive criticism. Thanks to all of you who have contacted me already!!! Your comments have made me feel wonderful.

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My head was spinning from the drugs, I was standing on the stage wearing my daughter’s cheerleading uniform and holding her pom-poms. Suddenly the music started, it was that song “Holla Back Girl” by Gwen Stefani.

I was frozen in fear, unable to even move, I stood on the stage motionless. Suddenly the crowd began to get restless. I could hear comments, “Come Dance….shake that ass, and move it.” The song continued, and I remembered Princess’s threat, that I needed to earn some money, so I slowly tentatively at first began gyrating my hips, and trying to dance.

It was difficult for me to dance, with the combination of the high heels, as well as my drug induced haze, but as I got more comfortable, I began to try and put on a show that the patrons would enjoy.

I fought my urge to run away, I knew it was impossible. Even though I was completely disoriented, and one part of me absolutely hated myself for allowing myself to end up in this position. Another part was turned on beyond belief. I don’t know if it was the drugs or what, but my nipples and my cunt were absolutely on fire, as I continued to parade around the stage. I couldn’t even look out in the crowd; I just stared out into space.

Suddenly, as I wobbled across the stage trying to dance, I turned my ankle. I tried desperately to keep my balance, but it was to no avail. I flailed around, and fell face forward onto the stage. As I fell, both of my breasts flopped out of the top of my shirt. As I heard the catcalls from the crowd, tears began to flow freely from my eyes.

“That’s it. I give up,” I thought to myself, not even bothering to try and get up. I rolled over onto my back and just lay there, sobbing. I guess the crowd was getting a good look at me with a short skirt, and no panties, and boobs flopping out bursa sınırsız escort of my top. The jeers turned to cheers, and suddenly I could see that some of them were actually throwing money to me.

As I lay there staring at the ceiling, I began to relax a little, just trying to forget where I really was. I heard a voice from the crowd, “Spread those legs.” I spread my legs wide apart, and felt my skirt ride up my waist. The crowd cheered loudly as they saw my naked wet cunt and swollen clit. As sick as it was, the cheering actually made me feel good.

“Rub those nipples,” was the next command. I began rubbing and messaging my hard nips, I was a robot unable to resist. The instant, I touched my nipples and electric jolt ran through my body directly to my clit.

This time without prodding from the crowd, my right hand traveled down to my clit, and I began rubbing it in earnest. My god it was swollen, it had never felt this large. The crowd obviously loved this, and I was vaguely aware of cheering as well as the sound of money hitting the stage all around me. But truthfully by this point, I was lost in my own little world.

As turned on as I was, and as much as I wanted; no make that needed to cum, I just couldn’t seem to. I don’t know if it was the cocaine or what, but I just kept furiously rubbing my clit harder and faster. I lay on the stage arching my back moaning and rubbing myself, like a complete slut, trying to cum. Suddenly, I felt something cold hit my shoulder.

I turned to look; apparently someone had rolled an empty Corona beer bottle onto the stage. What I did next horrifies me to this day when I think about it. I just need to cum that bad. I took the empty bottle and slid it deeply into my wet cunt.

At this point, I was completely in another world, not aware of a single thing besides my need to cum. With my left hand now pounding myself with the bottle, and my right hand strumming my clit, I finally felt the pressure beginning to build. My clit began to throb, and the bottle was hitting my g-spot perfectly.

Suddenly I erupted into the most intense orgasm of my life. I was vaguely aware that my juices were literally squirting from cunt. I continued to shake and moan for what seemed like hours, but in truth was probably a couple bursa üniversiteli escort of minutes. When my orgasm subsided, I slumped down on the ground briefly losing consciousness.

As I vaguely began to come back to Earth, I could once again hear the catcalls coming from the crowd. I propped myself up on my elbows, and the first thing I noticed was the beer bottle was still obscenely dangling from my cunt.

The next thought that crossed my mind was Princess. As sick as it was, I wanted to find her, to see her. In some obscene way, I wanted to know that she approved of my act. As, I looked around the stage, I finally spotted her, looking so sexy, with that same bitchy superior smile on her face. My heart swelled with pride.

But just as quickly my heart sank. In a single instant my worlds came colliding together. Sitting right next to Princess was Heather, the receptionist from my office, the one who was there when the barmaid from ‘Lace’ delivered the note from Princess.

As I lay there, suddenly feeling more naked than I had ever been in my life (well it was the truth). Princess got up and walked over to me giggling, “Your friend Heather and I had an interesting conversation. Gather up your stuff, don’t forget my money, and meet us at that table in the back.”

Mixed with extreme fear and shame, as the harsh reality of the situation crossed my mind, I began to get myself together and gather the money that was thrown onto the stage. A million questions danced through my head, but I didn’t dare answer any of them.

Not even bothering to put my breasts inside my shirt, and doing my best to ignore the obscene comments from the crowd. I slowly made my way over to the table where Princess and Heather sat.

They looked like 2 co-conspirators, I shivered at the thought. As I approached an empty seat at the table, Princess snapped her fingers and just pointed at the floor. I knew what she wanted, and I knew it was pointless for me to argue. I just kneeled on the floor between Princess and Heather.

Heather looked at me with a look mixed with superiority and contempt and stated flatly, “I guess Princess was right, this certainly was a show worth seeing. You see, I was just consumed with curiosity the bursa anal yapan escort other day when that red-headed girl came and delivered that note to you. I could tell there was something highly unusual going on. And yes I admit, I thought it might give me a chance to get back at you. You walk around the office like you’re the queen, and treating everyone else like shit.”

“But anyway, to continue,” Heather said. “I just had to find out what was going on, so I followed the red-headed girl. I was quite surprised when she pulled up to a place like this. I followed her inside and asked what the story was. That’s when she introduced me to your friend Princess.”

“Princess told me to show up around midnight on Friday, that the show would be worth my while. God was she right; I never knew you were such a slut. But the best part is, Princess and I had such a good conversation, we’re actually becoming good friends. It may even lead to more than that,” she said winking at Princess. “And Princess has kindly agreed to let me have you during the week. At work you’ll be my property.”

I began to open my mouth in protest, but Heather quickly shushed me, “Shut up, you know you can’t do anything about it, and besides from the look of your little act tonight, I can tell that you love it. So let me tell you how things are going to work from now on.”

“You’re going to go into work on Monday, and explain to our boss, that the pressure of your job is getting to be too much for you. Explain to him, that you and I have decided to switch jobs, and paychecks of course. Tell him that you’re willing to work as many extra hours as necessary for free to train me. Of course, you’ll be my bitch in the office; you’ll do what ever I say whenever I say it.”

Princess chimed in at this point, “Yes Cheryl, in addition to everything else, I taped your little act tonight. You think you’ll keep your family and your job after they see that? One more thing, you’re mine on the weekend. I found out you can be an excellent earner. Do you know that you brought in almost 1,000 bucks from that little show? Between that, and all of the ‘side jobs’ I can find you, I’ll really be able to cut back my hours in this dump. But don’t worry Cheryl, it won’t be all work, every now and then, we’ll let you have a taste of our sweet pussies, when you’re a good girl.”

Kneeling there, listening to this shocking lecture, I was even more shocked to discover, that I had begun to rub myself as Princess and Heather were talking. I knew my life would now change forever, and my final thought before I once again burst into an orgasm was, that it was changing for the better.

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Moments of Life Spent in Limbo

1

The flight from Amsterdam touched down in Willemstad right on time. A glance out of the window, as the aircraft banked into its final approach, lifting and settling in the thermals, had allowed Willem to catch a glimpse of the runway that was fringed by the glittering waters of the Caribbean sea; the terminal buildings, in a soft ochre paintwork, with their pitched roofs and palm-fringed walkways, looking more like a shopping mall than Curacao’s main entry point for air travellers.

He found it a stunning sight and he sure needed to be here; to suspend all links with his shattered life back home; a wrecked marriage and the defection of his two daughter’s affection and loyalty; traduced by his ex-wife who had put out the word that he had abused them; accusations it was hard to fight against, in spite of incontrovertible evidence that it had not been so.

But, the legal process, and some drips of news into the press, had done its work and he had now to pick up the pieces and start over. At least he had kept a hold of his job; the Principal and other staff members of the Technical College providing all the evidence needed to convince a court that he was innocent of all charges, save that of being a stickler in the family home for good manners, hard work for school and college, and the adherence to some core principles founded on his lapsed Christian faith. What he had presided over in college, so he brought to his home and family life.

In the words of some of his friends, he had been accused of being a ‘diligent parent’, in a world that some felt was falling apart all around them. Right and wrong had different meanings to those he had been brought up to believe in and adhere to.

‘How easy it would be to be a cynical bastard,’ he thought as he tugged at his hand luggage and joined the line as they made their way to the exit door of the aircraft.

His six weeks holiday on this island could now begin; along with the task of restoring himself and attending to the tasks that his cousin, Anna, had set for him. He had been only too willing to take them on for her.

After all, he was a craftsman in his own right, in carpentry. The materials he might get to work with would be different, but the skills he had acquired, over some twenty years of his career, went with him, wherever he chose to go.

Cousin Anna would be waiting, and then all bets would be off on what would be encountered. She had been known to have her preferences in men; a taste that had caused a few ripples in the wider family and that she had taken no notice of; save that, in the end, she had moved here and taken all her possessions with her; found a hillside plot of land and built herself a new home. Who she now shared that with remained a surprise, after all that had gone before.

But he was not the judgmental sort. He was here to finish off the detailing and, in the process, would take each, and every, day just as it came. Travelling light was nothing new. As a man close on forty, taking his emotional baggage with him was something else entirely. He’d married young; became a father far too quickly; had the rest of his life to sort out and then begin again with someone, sometime and somehow.

The heat that hit him, even in the terminal building, soon reminded him that a change of scene was just what he needed. There would also be company of a different sort and mind set; all of it to be welcomed and, he could easily admit, keenly anticipated.

‘Yes, Willem de Vries, you’re ready to start again.’

 

2

‘Willem, over here!’ he heard an unfamiliar voice call out as he passed through the opening in a frosted glass screen and out into the echoing arrivals hall.

He looked in startled amazement as a beautiful, local girl with a sublimely smooth skin, starkly rouged lips and a shock of dark hair, approached him; her swirling, colourful dress a delight; the soft jangle of a multitude of silver and beaded bracelets on her wrists. Stud earrings glistened whenever she moved, and the sunlight caught them.

‘Eline?’

‘Yes, I am Eline,’ she soon told him, on a captivating laugh, and holding out her hand.

‘Oh, why bother with that?’ She moved to kiss his cheeks in the usual ways of greeting family, and that he was only too accustomed to. Gone was the formality of a first meeting between them. ‘Anna’s told me all about you…but left out that you’re a good-looking man…’

‘Yeah…well,’ he said in some embarrassment on hearing her say it straight out. ‘And I’ve heard something of you,’ he assured her.

Willem shifted his case from one hand to the other. The light beyond the hall was blindingly bright and he soon put on his sunglasses, with their round reflective lenses. He made to step outside but felt her restraining touch to his arm and stopped, oblivious to people brushing past. Eline had gotten to him.

‘It’s…it’s incredible,’ she gasped, on giving him an unwavering and appraising glance

. gorukle escort ‘You…you look just like a young John Lennon, with those glasses on.’

Willem gave her another embarrassed shrug. ‘It’s been said before, Eline…even down to the light brown colour of my hair, as he once had it…so I’m told. Mine’s a little longer, that’s all.’

She smiled, beautifully, her teeth bright against the colour of her lips and her dark skin. It had already captivated him for the sheer novelty of being in the young woman’s company and talking so easily with her. They walked on.

‘But it’s true! Your hair, your slim face and now, those sunglasses…it is as if I am walking with him.’

Willem did not know whether to be flattered, or feel embarrassed, by her enthusiastic ways of it with him and on such a short acquaintance. He felt that his grip on reality might be loosened in this woman’s company, were it not for the fact that she was spoken for.

‘Where is Anna?’ he asked, changing the subject to what was of greater immediate concern to him.

‘She’s sorry not to be here, but the heat and the humidity affect her sometimes, even with the air conditioning we often have on in the house…but you’ll see all of that very soon now.’ She took hold of his arm and guided him to the car parking lot. ‘Anna’s waiting for us with a welcome drink and lots to catch up on…so I am told. Anyway, you will hear of it all when we get home.’

Accented as her melodious voice was, and her Dutch good, he was disconcerted to hear her call Anna’s place ‘home’. Their relationship would be something that he would get to hear about; or else deduce it from how Eline and Anna were together, even in his presence.

For now, he had to take it all in.

Anna’s past lovers, and a husband dead some years, had all been of Dutch colonial descent; they had been men of a particular presence and appeal to her; a vital element in what many thought to be Anna’s wayward lifestyle. Her choice of company had evidently changed, but he wondered if this was but another passing phase in her exotic love life.

Now, it was abundantly clear, she had taken an undoubtedly beautiful Curaçao woman as her lover and partner. He knew better than to try and keep up with it all, and this development in particular. He would, no doubt, learn how the wheels turned in Anna’s life soon enough.

 

3

Willem gaped as Eline drew up outside Anna’s home. On the plot of ground that he had seen pictures of, long ago and where a partially completed villa had stood without a roof, there now was to be seen a white-washed property with a terracotta-tiled roof, shaded by small palms and surrounded by local plants and shrubs; a slabbed path leading up to a welcoming front door, set back under a yet to be completed recessed porch.

It would be one of his first tasks to deal with, Anna had said, after he had really settled in. He had not pursued what she had meant by stressing that one word.

Anna now rushed out to greet him, her face creased in smiles, her laugh high on the air, necklaces swaying at her breasts. The woman really did not change. There it was again; the wildness in her character, the impulse to break life’s rules that struck him even more strongly in the surroundings that he now found himself to be in.

‘At last, you’re here, Willem…dear…dear cousin!’ She kissed his cheeks, met his appraising glances that would show her lightly tanned skin, her blonde hair almost white from its bleaching by the sun, her strikingly blue eyes taking in every detail of him. She wore tan shorts and a sleeveless yellow blouse that hugged her pert figure. Sandals lent her feet an easy grace. ‘You are only the second member of our family to visit me here…but I’ve looked forward to yours the most.’

For a woman ten years his senior, Willem thought that her life out here in the sun had treated Anna very kindly. She looked radiant and happy.

Anna waited for him to take his suitcase from the trunk of the car. She saw him glance her way as she stood close to Eline’s side, a hand around her waist if only for a moment.

‘It is how it is now, cousin,’ she told him in her direct ways of it, and of old, on seeing Willem’s pouted smile as he took in the scene before him.

‘I’m really not in a position to say anything on it,’ he said as if needing to reassure her, ‘after all I’ve been through.’

Anna pressed fingers to his lips to silence him. ‘You’re here to be mended and to help me too, isn’t that so Eline?’

‘Yes,’ she smiled at Willem. ‘The three of us will make your stay work for all of us. Now leave all of those troubles behind you…look forward!’

Willem saw the two women smile, as if they only had eyes for each other, before Anna led the way inside. ‘It’s as if you’ve bought your little part of paradise, Anna…’

‘They’re my thought exactly…what Luc and I decided on and slowly paid for until he was lost to me.’ It seemed to Willem that Anna wished altıparmak eskort bayan for the confessions to be out of the way quickly. ‘I changed after that…found comfort with someone you now see here by my side. The years changed me, as did the things that happened in those times to make me think of what I had and wanted to keep. I decided on how to live out my life and to do that here. You will soon see how free it is here on the island…uncluttered and unbounded. People are allowed to be who they are. Think of your life back home as being in limbo…’

Willem held a hand out to her. Anna clutched it as he drew her to his side. He met her uncertain look upon him after her confession had sunk in. ‘I’m already persuaded to that…’

To his dismay she kissed him, uninhibitedly on the lips then broke away. ‘Good… live it all out and with me…with us.’

Willem chuckled. Just what awaited him here on the island and with these two women?

‘Your home in Blue Bay looks stunning and I haven’t been here long enough to even begin to know it all. You’re happy, so we don’t talk about what has brought you to this point, okay? You live on and I mend myself. That was the arrangement and I’ll live the way you two do while I am here.’ Willem squeezed her hand again as if to make her concede on that point. ‘Do we agree on that?’

‘We do,’ she smiled and leant in to kiss his cheek this time. ‘I’ll show you to your room and you can unwind, a bit, while Eline and I sort out a welcome drink or two…’

‘I like the sound of that.’

 

4

Washed, and shaved, just to freshen up, Willem simply put on some swimming briefs, blue shorts, a white T and white beach shoes. He fingered out his hair and left it at that.

His room, with its own shower room and toilet, was a white out; the walls decorated with brightly coloured abstract paintings, the small dresser having a potted palm at its side; the tall sliding window looking out over the sloping hillside and the sea beyond. Oblong windows, set at the ceiling’s edge allowed light to still enter, if curtains and blinds were drawn for privacy. It felt as if he had been transported to another world.

He soon knew that he had, when he saw the two women together again, unashamedly intimate and unaware that he had come into the living room area.

‘Ah, there you are,’ Anna smiled and drawing away, murmuring something to Eline, who nodded and left them. ‘I’ll show you round outside…show you where I have put some of the materials you asked for…’

‘And what about the tools that I’ll need?’

‘They’re on call, Willem. I wasn’t going to pay a day rate when there was no knowing when you’d want to start. Line and I thought you’d want to relax…and…and we’ll help you with that,’

Willem nodded in agreement; wondered what these two had in store for him. He’d known Anna long enough to know that family bonds also had their limits.

‘Ever the organised one,’ he smiled, stepping out to the edge of the slabbed verandah and looking down the hillside, its gradient steepening the further away he looked. The ground before him was cloaked in dense but dry vegetation.

Stunted palms and a tangle of shrubs, thickets, and plants were close to the edge of the verandah, the grass, such as it was stunted and parched. It would all change in almost the blink of an eye after a rainstorm.

‘I’ve always been that, but even more so in getting this place fixed up…’ Anna swept an arm around to point out the view and the setting of the house, the back walls painted an azure blue and in stark contrast with the front that he had first seen. It matched other properties on either side, as the authorities demanded. ‘The small plunge pool was an expense, but worth it…’

‘You’ve done incredibly well. It’s a credit to you…’ Willem had walked to its slabbed side and crouched to feel the water’s temperature.

‘Try it!’ he heard a voice suggest and gasped on seeing Eline approach; an azure bikini stark against her ebony skin. She was carrying a tray, the clink of empty glasses to be heard, and a jug of some fruit cup, alcoholic he had no doubt, also to be seen. But it was Eline who had held his attention. ‘Try it…we should all do that…call it a ‘settling in moment’, or in my case a ‘getting to know you’ time.’

Willem was disconcerted by her winning ways, gloried in her large-breasted figure, and the sweep of her flat stomach down to her skimpy bikini briefs a provocation. Her dusky skinned body was only to be matched by her soft wondering smile.

He saw the women exchange a knowing glance once more.

‘That sounds like a great idea.’ Anna agreed. ‘You don’t mind do you, Willem? We can take turns in the plunge pool and have our drinks right here, outside?’

Willem shrugged as if indifferent o what he had been told. He felt an interloper as the two women behaved as they seemed to do when on their own.

‘I’ll watch and learn,’ he grinned, nilüfer eskort bayan turning his face up to the sun. ‘I feel like a bleached piece of whale bone washed up on the beach compared to you two…’

He was seen to tug off his T shirt, revealing a line of reddish hair over his strong but pale torso and down under the waist band of his shorts. The stress of recent times had taken its toll on his physique. Cycling to work, and for distraction, along with the frequent physical demands of his teacher’s life, had firmed up his body.

Anna came to him and brushed her fingers lightly over his skin in a brazen gesture of attentiveness.

‘It will feel strange being here, I know. But it will give you a different take on life. I’ve done that for many years, and I haven’t done too badly because of it, have I? Let go of everything and have your inner spirit fly free again…and as I remember of you.’

She had smiled and tilted her head in enquiry, sought to prompt him into letting her get an insight of what was now at work in him.

If he was of that mind, he could soon tell her. Two women were about to be scantily clad in front of him and he would have to do the same, but how far to go with that had yet to be decided on, by him. He wasn’t about to confound everything that he’d used to defend himself in court, no matter how beguiling the sight of one woman, Eline, would be. She had shown her preference in being with Anna, but of that he could not be entirely sure. Disconcertingly, the same went for Anna.

To have a cousin prance about, with next to nothing on, before him was a step too far, for now at any rate. Yes, it did feel strange, but for reasons he would keep to himself. Having people prying into his private life back home had obliged him to live an all but monkish life, and he sure as hell hadn’t been ready for that, then. But, he had gotten through to the other side.

As with so much else, he had to rebuild his private life and who he would again share that with. He saw Anna move away, brush her fingers against Eline’s hip before she tugged away at her blouse and soon stepped out of her shorts.

He stifled groan…on seeing them both so scantily clad and so soon. He felt the sudden gnaw of aberrant longing for these women as they stood together and looked his way; Eline in her figure-shaping bikini, with the sheer cut of what was little more than a thong; Anna in a flesh-coloured bra and panties that she had no intention, it seemed, of changing out of. It would have been only too easy to let go of everything in these relaxed surroundings, but Anna had kept her figure; softer now but still fulsome and appealing to the man in him, cousin or not. She moved with balletic grace, revealed the dancer that she had once been as a favoured pastime.

That she was family, remote as the link was, he pushed to the back of his mind. Willem wondered if he should harbour such thoughts of her.

Eline gave him a long look. ‘Well, are you going to join us? Or are you just going to watch us having a dip?’

‘You could get used to our ways of it?’ Anna added on a smile of further encouragement. ‘What I have made here is only too private.’

Willem knew it well-enough. He had already taken in the gentle curve of the screen walls Anna had someone set on either side of the plunge pool. They did not block the best of the views and they certainly shut out the gaze of prying eyes.

‘I’d be stupid if I didn’t…and spoil the welcome,’ he laughed, as much in dismay as in eager anticipation. He had begun to feel an ache in his groin; felt his prick strain against his swimming briefs. He knew he’d bring enough to them and the way he felt it wouldn’t be long before they knew the effect they had upon him.

He soon stepped out of his shorts and kicked off his shoes.

‘That’s better,’ Eline smiled, drawing near and holding out a glass. ‘It’s a rum punch…so go easy on it after a long flight. Don’t get wrecked too soon, will you? We can’t have that…’

‘Or not just yet,’ he answered, quite unable to keep his eyes off her.

‘That is so…’

Willem swallowed hard. He was confused. The wondrous young woman’s eyes had begun to roam over his body. The bulge in his swimming briefs, with their tropical motif, gave a hint of how he was now feeling. Fatigue from his flight vied with his eagerness to discover what the two women had in mind for them all.

‘I’ll live and learn, won’t I?’ he laughed, before looking away. Willem now felt a feather light touch to the skin of his back. ‘Don’t…I’m just not sure that I’m ready for all of this…’ he blurted out.

‘It’s only me,’ Anna told him, softly, and on meeting his startled gaze. He’d once had a thing for her. To now feel Anna’s touch, here and in the prevailing circumstances, only brought those memories flooding back. ‘I asked you to be here because, when I called you to suggest it, I didn’t hear the voice of the happy man I once knew or saw when we were both so much younger. People can wreck each other…they can also mend each other.’

‘And the way to do that is…what?’ He had felt her breaths on his face as Anna spoke to him; a hand caressing his back, scratched lightly at the base of his spine. He felt the rush of a raging longing in his belly as he looked at her.

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It was a sunny late Monday morning. I was sitting in my boat wondering if I should take the boat out or just save the fuel and drink at the dock. I have an antique wooden cabin cruiser, only 19 ft. long with a 90 hp outboard engine and only four places in the cockpit. I call it my pop up camper on the water.

As I considered the lack of Irish whiskey in my morning coffee, I noticed a female figure walking down the dock toward me. She had to be coming to see me since there wasn’t a breath of life among any of the boats docked nearby.

As she got closer, I recognized Summer. She had been in several of my graphics arts classes, as I had gone back to school to get my MFA in art.

Summer was one of the ‘Cotillion Trio’ three girls that fucked me the night of their spring cotillion dance. That’s an entirely different story. (See Prequel.)

I’m about 5’10”, dark blonde, blue eyes, 32 years old. I work out. The Trio says I’m “not bad for an old guy.”

She was wearing a tiny black bikini with a sheer wrap over her. She had a picnic basket over one arm and a hand holding a big floppy hat on her blonde head.

She stopped at the step into my boat. “Ahoy! Isn’t that what I’m supposed to say?” she asked.

“Only if you don’t see anyone aboard,” I replied. “Otherwise, you say ‘Permission to come aboard?’ I said.

“Okay, Permission to come aboard?” she asked.

“Permission granted,” and I helped her step aboard.

“To what do I owe this gracious visit?” I asked.

“Well, I knew you had a boat. You’ve talked about it in class. And I thought I could convince you to take me for a boat ride,” she answered. “I’ve brought cheese and crackers…and wine.”

“How did you get wine?” I asked.

“I’ll have you know, I turned 21 three weeks ago…So I didn’t have to use my fake ID,” she answered.

“Summer, I would be happy to take you for a boat ride. But are you sure it would be your thing? We’ll be out in the full sun. You are blonder than blonde. Your skin tone registers at 100% white on a histogram. You’ll burn to a crisp,” I said.

“No, I’ve thought about this. I have my big floppy hat and my sunscreen cover up. And just to be sure, I rubbed SPF 90% cream all over my body – before I got dressed – all over my body,” she responded.

I smiled at her. For a girl with slim hips and not much in the way of tits, she looked really good in a bikini. And of course, I had seen her completely nude before and had the wonderful experience of her after the dance.

“Okay. Let’s go for a boat ride,” I said.

I cast off the lines and headed out to the wide river. I was proud of the new Suzuki 90 HP, four-stroke outboard that I had bought over the winter. It powered us up on plane in no time and was quiet enough for us to talk, even though we didn’t at first.

After a few minutes, Summer took off her sun-protecting wrap but kept on the big floppy hat. “If I actually get some color from the sun, I don’t want weird tan lines on my chest. Do you care if I take my top off?” she asked.

“Fine with me,” I said. “I’ll try not to stare.”

“If a girl takes her top off in front of a guy, she’s kind of expecting him to look at her tits,” Summer replied as she undid her top and tossed it on the floor. “Besides, I get the feeling that you really like small tits. Logan said you were really into hers.”

I looked at Summer and her tits. They were small, as I knew from before, AA cup I guess, but perfect for her slim build and boyish figure. Her nipples weren’t brown like most women, but almost blonde like her straight, shoulder-length hair.

“You’re right, I am a great fan of small breasts. Logan has beautiful tits,” I replied. The girls were friends and obviously talked, and I had fucked Logan the week before.

“Hers are bigger than mine, not big, but a lot bigger than mine. I like the way they stand out from her chest. Logan definitely has great tits,” Summer said.

“Yes, but they suit her without being too big, like yours suit escort bayan you. Both of you have beautiful tits. I’ll never understand the American male fascination with huge tits. Big, floppy tits aren’t sexy. They are kind of disgusting. Smaller tits that fit the woman are incredibly sexy,” I said.

“Good answer,” Summer replied. “I really like Logan’s tits as well. They stand up tall and proud. Her nipples are divine. She’s really a beautiful girl.”

“Oh, I forgot, ‘Cookies and Pussies,’ how did that go? Is that kind of a thing?” I asked.

“Don’t tell Logan, but it was something I made up because I wanted to have sex with her. I passed it off as if it was a thing. When she came in, I was stripped down to my panties, bare chested, and told her she had to do the same, so she did. I really just wanted to look at her beautiful tits. So, topless and just in panties, we mixed up the cookie dough, made up the cookies and put them in the oven. While the cookies baked, we kissed and made out. We played with one another’s tits. I was rubbing her pussy through her panties when the bell rang for the cookies to be done.”

I looked over at Summer who was leaning back in my copilot’s seat, feet up on the combing, bare-chested, telling me about a sexual encounter she had with a girl I had had sex with just a couple of weeks ago. Life is amazing. “Tell me more.”

“Well, we put the cookies on the cooling racks. Then I suggested we go into the living room. It didn’t take me long to be sucking on Logan’s wonderful nipples and fingering her wet pussy. Somehow, our panties came off. I licked her clit and fingered her until she came. Then I spread her legs wide and pushed my pussy against hers. Lesbians call it scissoring. It’s great.”

“I think I have a vivid mental image,” I replied.

“It’s really cool if you do it right. Our wet pussy lips rub against one another, then we slide clit to clit. I think Logan came about three times. Once we calmed down, Logan went after my tits and then went down on me. It was really good. In the end, she tried to pussy fuck me. It was okay, but it was her first time. I still came,” Summer shrugged.

“So, you’re bi-sexual? I mean, you had sex with me, and you have a boyfriend,” I asked.

“I don’t think so. I couldn’t have a romantic relationship with another girl. Girls are too moody and unpredictable. I like sex with girls. Tits and pussies are really pretty and intriguing. And finger-fucking is really fun. But it’s hard to beat a hard cock up your twat. Just saying. And guys are really simple – eat, sports, fuck. Unless you get a crazy one, they don’t have moods or side agendas. If I had to choose, I’d choose cock. But so far, I haven’t had to choose.”

“Well, I’m sure not going to make you choose. Hell, I’d love to watch you and Logan having sex, even participate,” I replied.

“That might be arranged,” Summer replied with a wink. “A threesome would be fun.”

I kicked the boat down to idle and suggested we get into the wine and cheese. She brought out the basket and we feasted. We talked about anything and everything. I feasted on looking at her bare tits with their semi-hard nipples.

Once the meal was finished, Summer stashed the picnic basket and stretched out on the back bench of the boat. “I think it’s time to put on some more sun screen,” she said.

Considering that not much of her tiny body was covered and she was completely white, it was a good idea. She started at her feet and worked her way up. I had no idea how sexy it was to watch a woman spread lotion on herself. But believe me, it is incredibly sexy. By the time she got to her thighs, I had an erection. When she got to her hips, she said, “I don’t want weird lines by my pussy either,” and undid the ties on either side of her bikini bottoms. She was now completely nude and rubbing lotion on her hips and around her pubic area. “I’d hate for my pussy lips to get sunburned,” she said.

“That would be bad,” I replied, watching the show.

She altıparmak escort bayan worked her way up her torso, finally arriving at her tits. She rubbed lotion into them rather more emphatically than was probably necessary, concentrating on her nipples, now fully distended. “Don’t want the nips to burn either,” She said.

“No,” was all could muster. There was no more blood in my brain.

Finally, she handed me the tube of sunscreen. “Could you do my back…and my ass?”

I still had no intelligent response, but I took the tube and began to rub sunscreen into her back. It was a beautiful back. It lead down to a somewhat skinny ass, but that’s what I like. I rubbed and kneaded her small ass, just to make sure the sunscreen was covering everything, of course.

Summer was bent over the rear combing of the back bench while I rubbed lotion onto her ass. Her protruding pussy lips were obvious just below her ass cheeks. I couldn’t resist a few strokes and was rewarded with a satisfied “Um.” I dropped my swim trunks and started to rub my hard cock up and down her wet slit from behind.

“God, I thought you’d never get the hint. It’s wet and waiting for you,” she said.

At that point, I slid my hard cock up between her pussy lips and entered her from behind. In no time I was pounding into her pussy and she was responding in kind, driving her pussy back onto my cock as hard as she could.

I reached under and fondled her tiny tits as she rocked back and forth against my cock. The only thing missing was that I couldn’t see those tiny tits jiggle as I thrust deeper and deeper inside her.

I could feel the boat rocking with our movements. It felt so good to have my dick up inside her wet pussy. It seemed like we were fucking for a long time but it could only have been a few minutes when Summer shouted.

“That is so fucking good! Pound me as hard as you can! Drive that cock deep inside me! I want to feel you in my tummy. Oh shit! I’m cumming. Don’t stop. Fill me up. Make me cum!”

Her pussy started to throb on my cock. It took everything I had to hold back. But I wanted more of this.

As her breathing slowed, Summer rolled over and lay on her back on the padded bench, one foot up and the other on the floor. Her swollen pussy lips were wet and open.

“Geez, that was good,” she said. Only then did she look at me standing beside her with my still-hard cock glistening with her juices. “Holy shit, you didn’t cum. Oh, we’ve got to change that,” and she reached down and spread her pussy lips.

I put the head of my cock between those lips and slowly eased into her until our pubic bones touched. “Ooooh, that was sweet. Sometimes slow is good.” Keeping buried in her pussy, I began to rock my hips up and down. That elicited a moan. Then I slowly pulled almost all the way out, followed by a quick thrust all the way back in. That brought a squeal.

Gradually, our intensity and our speed increased. Summer threw a leg over my shoulder and answered each thrust with one of her own. We were making all kinds of animal noises and the boat was rocking again, sending small waves across the water.

I kneaded her beautiful small tits and I tweaked her nipples. Summer’s small body was completely open to me and she was completely enjoying it. I felt as if I could fuck her forever.

Finally, I was really close to climax when she shouted, “If you don’t cum inside me right now, I think I’ll die!” With that my cock exploded deep inside her, filling her with throb after throb of cum. And I felt her orgasm roll through her as mine subsided. I kept my dick pushed up inside her as long as I could. When it finally slipped out of her pussy, she said, “Now that was a really good fuck.”

Eventually, we ended up sitting side by side on the rear bench, with Summer’s leg draped over mine, her arm across my shoulders, still without clothes. We kissed deeply and just enjoyed one another.

“You know that we nilüfer eskort have fucked like three times now, but that is the first time we have kissed,” she said.

“I guess we have had other priorities,” was my response.

“You know, I could get really used to fucking you on a regular basis. My pussy really likes having your cock drilled into her. And you really try to satisfy me. You are not just a ‘poke and squirt’ kind of guy. And your technique is beyond amazing. I seriously love fucking you,” she said.

“What about your boyfriend?” I asked.

“He’s a year older and graduated. He got a job offer in Chicago and is moving next week. He got all sappy and lovey-dovey and asked me to move with him. But, I want to finish my degree. And frankly, he wasn’t a forever kind of guy. Maybe for some other girl, but not for me,” she answered.

“But I’m not really boyfriend material,” I said. “After all, in the last six weeks, I have fucked four different women, you included. It doesn’t really indicate fidelity on my part.”

“I’m not looking for a monogamous relationship. I might point out that I have fucked two of those women in that same amount of time and have every intention of fucking the other one as soon as I can. Logan is a great fuck, and I know she will fuck me again. Erin and I have had sex off and on for years. And I seriously want to lick Paige’s pussy. I may happen across a guy I’d like to fuck, although he probably wouldn’t be as good as you. So I am not exactly looking for an exclusive relationship. But I sure want access to regular cock. I want a guy I can call up and say, ‘I’m really horney and my pussy wants a good pounding. Bring your hard dick.’ And besides, I really like the way you fuck me. I’m not looking for love. I’m looking for sex; hot, raw, sex,” she answered.

“Okay, that sounds good to me. I absolutely adore your tits,” I said as I reached over and began to massage them one after the other. “Your tits are the sexiest I have ever seen. And you are just fucking sexy. Your body just responds to mine. And your pussy is absolutely beautiful. The lips are full and your clit is not hard to find,” I said as I reached down and began to stroke her pussy. “You shave, but don’t show stubble. Why do you shave your pussy?” I asked.

“I just wanted to know what my pussy actually looked like. So, I shaved it and looked at it in a mirror. I decided it was really pretty. Then I started to let the hair grow back in. But it itched so much I couldn’t stand it. So I shaved it again. Then I discovered that shaving turned me on. So I masturbate every time I shave. I’m selfish. I take sex any way I can get it,” Summer explained. “And I have a really pretty pussy.”

“Your very beautiful pussy is leaking,” I pointed out.

“That’s your fault. That’s your jizz leaking out. I sincerely hope that continues to be a problem,” she said.

“Me too,” I said. “But I must point out that Paige has made it clear that she wants to fuck me again, Logan too,” I told her in an effort for full disclosure.

“Paige is the one I haven’t fucked yet. Maybe we can do her together. That would be fun. Oh, Logan has a ’50 Shades of Gray’ fantasy that she wants to fulfill. I suggested that you and I could help. You and I both want more of that pussy and those delicious tits. It would be really fun. I want to fuck you regularly, but I want to fuck girls, too. And If I find a guy with a good cock, I might fuck him too. I don’t want my regular cock to get jealous.”

“That sounds great,” I responded. “I want to fuck all those girls again, and to fuck you regularly. Your tiny body is incredible. Your pussy is so wet and inviting. And you have the best tits ever.”

“I’m glad you like my little girls. They love it when you suck on them. Hopefully, by the next time you fuck Paige, I will have fucked her as well. Maybe you could suggest something with the three of us. I know she does girl sex since she’s fucked Logan. It would be fun. It would be amazing to have you pound my pussy while I licked Paige’s cunt,” she suggested.

“I’ll do what I can,” I answered.

“Oh, look, your cock is hard again. Let’s fuck more,” Summer said. With that, she straddled me and pushed my hard cock into her waiting pussy.

This was going to be an interesting summer.

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Bleak midwinters. Shane Houston supposed they didn’t get a whole lot bleaker than working Christmas Eve late shift in Cinemagic Video, frosty winds or otherwise. He glanced up from his paperback at the garishly-lit dreariness to check for customers. The drab horror of the place was only emphasised by the few decorations Arlo had cared to string casually about the shelf-tops. God, you’d think the guy might put in a little effort if he wanted to keep his business solvent. Shane had been short on festive joy when he’d begun work that afternoon; the inate despair of his surroundings was sapping what was left.

Distraction strolled into view from one of the aisles – a Santa-suited piece of eye-candy which stirred him from his funk in a way that his crime novel had thus far failed to do. Strawberry-blonde hair spilled from under her jauntily-balanced, fur-trimmed hat and her similarly fringed scarlet costume was fitted to draw double-takes from good and bad boys alike. Shane’s brain made a tracking-shot of her progress along the New Releases section; she walked so daintily in those little black ankle-boots and how her stocking seams traced the supple curves of her legs all the way up to that brief shock of suspender-crossed thigh – oh Baby Jesus… Then her eyes flicked suddenly his direction and he assumed nonchalance just a little too late.

“Mind on the job, stud. Quit checkin’ out Santa’s Little Helper.” Arlo’s sledgehammer quips were always overtly loud when there was a chance of applying a little humiliation. The Santa-girl glanced over again as Shane’s rumpled boss sloped from the back room, rubbing his bleary, ill-shaved face with one hand. He picked up the discarded novel and glanced at the cover dismissively. “Ehhh – am I running a bookstore here?”

“Sorry?” Shane felt more perplexed than usual by his employer’s sour demeanour. He supposed it was a Christmas thing.

“You’re working in DVD rental.” The over-emphasis on the final words as though addressing a child. “Try and keep a little focus on the job in hand. Look as though you give a shit and maybe I’ll employ your ass into the New Year.”

Shane’s mind swam with choice epithets on the wisdom of maintaining an independent DVD store in this age of on-line rental, not to mention what the hell he was supposed to focus on that customer-lite Christmas Eve, but as ever he shared none of his thoughts. He needed this dubious posting to fund his studies until he made some – any – other arrangement. “Yes boss,” he said, rapping his knuckles decisively on the counter with minimum betrayal of sarcasm. “Consider my act sharpened up.”

Arlo eyed him critically. “Yeah. Well. Good.” He began to struggle his ungainly form into a bulky winter coat. “I’ve gotta go out. You’re minding the place the rest of the day. And locking up.”

Shane was taken aback. “I’m – eh – supposed to be finishing at six…” He stared at his boss in a semi-daze. There were still family gifts to be bought. “We had an agreement…”

“Plans change. The other guy bailed. And I’ve got stuff needs doing.” Like festive binge-drinking before he dragged his sorry ass home to his God-forsaken wife, thought Shane. “You want this job or not?” he was challenged.

“Yeah yeah, you go,” Shane muttered in resignation to his fate, rather than the job. “I’ll cover it.”

“I mean it’s not like you’ve got a girlfriend to worry about these days,” Arlo said casually and loudly, as he raised the partition and made for the shop-front door. He paused there to deliver a final parting shot. “Hey, she did you a favour. One less gift to worry about, right?” And the door slammed.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas too, you dumb bastard. Shane was smarting from the unprovoked volley. He did not dare look up in case he caught Miss Claus’s eye again. Bad luck that Arlo had overheard his recent conversation with another clerk on the subject of Shelley. I wasn’t dumped, he might have protested, not as such. But the truth did not provide greater comfort. He could have followed his ex to the UK as she pursued her studies, she had said she wanted him to, but there was his creative writing course there in New York – his chance to redeem his college-dropout ass. They’d both made their tough choice.

Or in his case had it been an excuse? Couldn’t he have found himself a similar course amongst the Limeys? Was he just too shy of commitment or the unknown or just shaking up his life a bit? Shelley had suggested as such. The warmth of her hug at the airport had just impressed salt into the wound her skepticism had opened. And now she was three thousand miles off, dating some guy in London. Merry Christmas, buddy-boy, Merry fucking…

“Hey.”

“Oh – Hi, sorry.” He had been staring down as though absorbed in the computer screen, to the extent that he had not noticed the vision in red hovering before the counter. “Off in my own world.”

“That’s okay. Anywhere nice?” Santa-girl smiled openly, unassumingly, and görükle escort bayan it lit up her already pretty features – the neat, straight little nose, high cheekbones, crystal-blue eyes and crimson-painted lips all gloriously enhanced by what moderate attention she appeared to be showing him. His response had to fight its way from his mouth.

“Yyyeah, a real – festive funland.” He smiled ruefully, aware that she would have heard Arlo’s every disdainful word to him. “It’s called retail. Feels like I’m the only one not joining in the celebrations.” He glanced tactfully over her low-cut, high-hitched St Nick costume.

“Hello,” she said in cheery exasperation, and she flicked her hands upwards into a check-this-out pose. “This isn’t my normal party-wear, you know!” The move had the effect of ramping up her satin-bra-ed cleavage impressively. Her apple-round tits were trimmed with ermine; it made Shane feel seasonal for the first time that December. “I’ve been handing out nightclub flyers all day,” she informed him. “My butt’s frozen off!” She gave a demonstrative shiver as she handed over her rental DVD cover and her petite frame, clad in red satin, shimmied delightfully. “And I’ve still got another batch to get through. What you reading?”

“Oh…” Fetching the DVD insert, he felt her degree of interest in him a minor Christmas miracle. “Crime story, LA Confidential. By James Elroy. Y’know, sex, murder, police brutality. ‘Tis the season to be jolly…”

“Yeah, right, very Christmassy,” she grinned. “Whatever happened to The Grinch?”

“I am the Grinch this year,” he smiled back wryly, handing over the packaged disc. “Hey, the murders and police brutality happen at Christmas, that any good?”

“Sure, that’s okay then,” she smirked, handing over payment. “Hey, I read a Raymond Chandler book once. Had a teacher who was into that stuff. I liked it. I kind of wanted to be a femme fatale.”

“Really? ‘She walked into the room in a Santa suit and I could tell she was trouble’, that kind of thing?” Wow, she was giggling in response. Shane actually felt on a roll here – what were the odds of that?

“Something like that,” she said a touch slyly.

“Well we’ve got the movie of this over in Crime Classics,” Shane advised her, holding up the Elroy. “It’s got a great femme fatale. And your boyfriend might prefer it to PS I Love You.” He cringed severely inside as he said the last bit; he always hated crowbarring in those cheesy test-the-water references. But sometimes you just had to, never more so than on the brink of a joy-free holiday.

“He would have,” she replied with a tinge of melancholy, and her smile faded. She turned to leave, pausing just slightly to check his name badge. “Gotta go. You have a Merry Christmas, Shane the Grinch. Bye.” She flashed a smile like a beautiful glimpse of winter sunshine and made for the door.

Shane grasped for some last conversational straw. “Hope you find someone to guide your sleigh tonight!” She turned at the door, gave a brief giggle and was gone. The skin on his face tightened in a mask of embarrassment and his hands balled into fists of mortification. He’d been doing okay, the Bogart bit had felt almost inspired. And then… Hope you find someone to…. What the fuck was I… “Damn!” One fist jammed hard into the countertop. Which hurt. “Shit! Ow!” He sucked on his grazed knuckle. The only minor consolation was that Arlo hadn’t been witness to his final Yuletide humiliation.

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Vanessa was warming her hands around a marshmallow-heavy hot chocolate, when Sammy returned to the coffee shop. “Did you get it?”

“Yeah…” Sammy was brandishing the DVD rom-com, triumphantly it seemed; however it turned out she had other matters on her mind. “Vee, I’ve found someone…”

“One more hour of these damn leaflets in this damn cold, then it’s my place – roaring fire, sappy movie and lots of Cointreau.” Vanessa was already basking in the anticipated warmth of both fire and liqueur. The turbulent waves of her red hair had been set free from Santa-hat captivity and she obviously resented these locks’ imminent return to incarceration. “And no family to worry about till tomorrow morning.”

“Vee, listen to me.” Sammy dropped eagerly into the seat opposite her friend. “I’ve found someone, just stumbled on him. He’s a clerk in the DVD store, he’s perfect…”

“Sammy, what are you talking about?” Vanessa was irritated at having her reverie interrupted. “Perfect for what?”

“Perfect candidate. I mean – Vee, it’s Christmas Eve!”

Vanessa was confused. “What – you mean…?”

“Yes! Yule…” Sammy leaned in and dropped her voice. “Yuletide Mindfuck.”

“But … Where did this come from? We hadn’t even talked about doing it this year. I thought we’d consigned the Mindfuck to Christmas Past.”

“Well yeah, so did I, but, look, he’s such a deserving case – he’s sweet and he’s cute and he’s funny… And he’s broken altıparmak eskort up with his girlfriend. His boss was being so mean about it, left him looking like Droopy the Dog. I just wanted to – well – you know…”

Vanessa’s thoughts flicked back to the origins of Yuletide Mindfuck, five whole years ago. It never failed to make her radiate a sense of seasonal warmth. Ollie had been the kid brother of Genevieve, hers and Sammy’s roommate in the apartment they had rented during their final year of college; a good-looking if somewhat shy and gawky youth just turned eighteen, who had visited a few days from Maine in the run-up to Christmas. From the start he had seemed overwhelmed in the presence of his sister’s attractive girlfriends, eager to talk, hardly able to string a sentence.

Sammy’s discovery of the boy masturbating furiously in the shower stall one morning had been a total accident, she assured Vanessa; she had momentarily forgotten they had a guest, and that the lock needed mending. And she’d been a bit hungover, although maybe the running water should have clued her in. Her helpless, wide-eyed laughter at the poor guy’s futile attempts to contain his spasming, cum-jetting cock, had mortified him to the point that he dressed, packed his stuff and went to leave.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he had muttered incoherently, heaving his backpack towards the front door. “It’s better if I just go – just please, please don’t tell my sister, tell her I…I…”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to go anywhere,” Sammy had insisted kindly, wresting the pack from his grasp, as Vanessa had turned away to hide her amusement, and despite his shame she had convinced him.

“He’s such a sweetie,” Sammy had said to her friend, later that day. “Poor guy.”

“I know. We could so fuck with him,” Vanessa had smiled. “We could melt that boy’s head.”

“We could.” Their eyes had locked, evil brewing in both their minds. “Oh Vee, we should, we so should.”

“It is Christmas after all, Sammy. Season of giving.”

“Exactly. Just as long as Genevieve doesn’t find out…”

“To hell with her if she does. Her little brother deserves a Christmas treat.” How they had grinned.

And so the final night of his stay, when big sister had gone to bed, a bemused Ollie had been lured by text to Sammy’s room, where he had found her and Vanessa in sheer lingerie, tonguing each other’s mouth heatedly on the bed. “Shut the door and get over here, Ollie,” Vanessa had instructed the stunned high-schooler, breaking away, her hands still brushing Sammy’s face. “If you’re going to jerk off in our place, then we’ll give you something to jerk off to.”

“Or better,” Sammy had smiled sweetly, beckoning. He had looked confused and terrified, but not so much he even thought of leaving.

They had made him lower his pants and massage his fully erected prick in front of them, as they tenderly caressed each other’s French lace-encased curves. Then they had removed their brassieres, both providing a lotion-enhanced tit-fuck for the dazed youngster, both gleefully encouraging him to stroke vigorously between the other’s tight-squeezed breasts. Finally they had knelt before him to deliver a double-blowjob of advanced deliciousness, till his jolting cock was ready to release its load freely all over their waiting chests and faces. “Come on Ollie, don’t be shy, shoot it all over us!” He had. Copiously.

He had wilted to his knees, adoration akin to that of the Magi plastered all over his face, before they had kissed and gently dismissed him back to the bed-sofa in the living-room.

“So that little bit of lesbianism wasn’t too high a price?” inquired Vanessa.

“For the look on his face? Fuck, no,” laughed Sammy. “You’re a very good kisser, by the way.”

“Thanks,” said Vanessa, pleased. “So are you.”

And so passed the advent of Yuletide Mindfuck, three times repeated on consecutive Christmases: in the men’s room of a classy bar, a gym steam-room and the cloakroom of a restaurant respectively. Each time with a different subject, someone the girls had deemed deserving – regular, unassuming, with adequate personal hygiene and a reasonable level of attractiveness. A clear-cut once a year deal. “After all, it’s not like we’re sluts,” Vanessa had said firmly, as they plotted the second year’s adventure.

The whole evolving enterprise flashed instantaneously through Vanessa’s mind and sitting there in the coffee shop she could not help but smile at the memory. But she shook her head nonetheless. “No can do,” she told Sammy apologetically. “Good times, but we’ve laid it to rest. At least I have.”

“At least go look,” Sammy encouraged. “For old time’s sake. It’s just two doors down.” So Vanessa humoured her friend and went there. Glancing through the store window she saw him – mid-twenties, a little taller than her – say five ten – with dishevelled fair hair; physically quite well-developed and nilüfer escort facially strong with just the remnant of adolescent skin problems – nice eyes, Vanessa noticed. But a droop at his shoulders and a certain hangdog expression suggested all was not right in this guy’s world.

“I see what you mean,” she told Sammy on returning, “he’d definitely be a contender. If Mindfuck were still in operation. Look, don’t let me stop you. Go cheer him up yourself.”

“No,” Sammy replied a touch petulantly. “It’s more fun with two. Two’s the whole point.” She tried wheedling. “One final time, Vee. It’s been a bad few months for me with the break-up. Come on, who got you this promotions job when you needed it?”

Vanessa scowled just a little. “Look, I’m grateful for the extra money, but I’ve just had a day’s worth of getting hit on by every douche who thinks he’s owed a free fuck courtesy of the season. So even if I weren’t dating, maybe I wouldn’t be in the mood. Plus the fact that I am dating, and I’d like it to get serious. Dave’s back from Montreal two days after Christmas and I don’t want to spoil it. He sent me the sweetest text while you were gone. If things go well maybe I’ll be there meeting his family this time next year! I can’t do Mindfuck this time. Sorry, babe.”

Sammy looked glum for a moment. Then she revived, her eyes a-sparkle. “So – okay, what if you didn’t even touch him?”

“Hmmm?” Vanessa had been back to her hot chocolate, the matter dropped.

“Not even lay a finger on him. What if you left all that to me? You’d just be there to add – you know – the ‘fuck’ factor. Look, it’s because he’s not one of today’s creeps that we’d be doing it! It’s a Christmas gift, Vee. It’s traditional!”

“So – what would be my function?” Vanessa enquired with a raised eyebrow. She was still unconvinced. “Purely voyeuristic?”

“Maybe,” Sammy said thoughtfully, “maybe we could do better than that. Come on, Vanessa, you’re inventive. Help me work a l number on this guy. We can hand out the rest of the leaflets and talk through the details while we do it. He’s called Shane, Vee. I like him.” She did a little dog-panting routine and Vanessa laughed despite herself.

“Okay.” Her voice was resigned, yet good-humoured. “Since I’m such a good friend. But you do all the hands-on, right? We’ll rework it a little…” – Sammy was fairly bouncing up and down in her seat in excitement by now — “…and then we’ll roll out the Mindfuck. One final time.”

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Shane gave up and threw down his book. It was the first time James Elroy had failed him – even the devious plot convolutions and character contradictions could not retain his attention that afternoon. The wasteland that was Cinemagic Video was atrophying his brain; its despair was infecting him. He didn’t want to be some sort of brooding Dickensian spectre at the family Christmas the next day, but he didn’t think he could fake sufficient mirth to cover his current mood. Customer, customer, please – anyone. Any brief conversational exchange which might affirm his humanity in the midst of this most emotionally unforgiving of seasons. Bit of small-talk – too much to ask for? Yes? No? A moment’s pause. Okay, that would be no. He slumped back into his seat.

Then she walked in. Santa-girl. And his heart felt like it was pinballing around his insides. She ignored all the racks of DVDs, she just walked fearlessly, intently between the isles in those little black boots all the way up to him and leaned forward over the counter, an earnestly decisive expression on her cute face.

“Hey Shane, I just came back to apologise.”

He was nonplussed. “Apologise? What for?”

“Well,” she went on with a frank, confessional tone, “there you were, feeling a bit low on Christmas Eve, and there I was, tossing a Merry Christmas your way like nothing was wrong…”

“That’s okay,” Shane protested. He hated the thought that his misery had been that tangible, but was terribly pleased to see Miss Claus back again. “I’m actually pretty content with life most…”

“…And I wanted to do something about it.”

“…Of the time…Sorry?”

She was strolling casually now towards the door in the partition, raising it and moving through, crossing that sacred divide between staff and customer. Shane’s scalp was prickling. The apathy of one minute ago had been dispelled and replaced with galloping, excited confusion. “It’s just that we go about wishing Merry Christmas all the time,” she was saying, and to the earnestness was added something unambiguously sultry. “And when I thought about it, I realised I wanted to give you a Merry Christmas. Now what’s wrong with that?”

She gripped the front of his loosely hanging shirt and drew him close to her, so that her enticingly packaged, pert bosom pressed into his chest. There was a terror of the unexpected rising within him simultaneous to the rising of his dick. “You’re a really nice guy, Shane,” she purred, and it made him shiver. “I mean that’s just obvious. So this time of year why shouldn’t somebody like me make you feel really nice?” Her voice caught breathily in her throat as she said it and at the end she bit her moist lip, clutching tighter to the shirt and rising onto her toes expectantly.

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