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The sky was dark on Valentine’s eve. The weather report promised three inches of snow by tomorrow, but it hadn’t started yet. I guided my car down a dirt path that didn’t show up on Google Maps, but had been sketched on the back of a napkin along with the name “Steph,” and an invitation to meet her at 11:30 pm at the specified location.My headlights illuminated the way ahead of me, strewn with tree roots and potholes until I arrived at a clearing. In the center was a house, dark and long abandoned. The paint had peeled, and the windows were broken. Moss and grass had begun to reclaim the structure. I got out of the car and looked around. As the wind wound through the building, it produced a low humming sound.Uncertainly, I searched for Steph or any sign of civilization. The main highway was at least a mile behind me. The place was quiet and still. I was about to give up, chalk it up to the latest in a life-long series of cruel disappointments when I caught a brief glimpse of light somewhere within the house. It disappeared as quickly as it had shone, but I was certain I’d seen it.“Steph?” I called. “Is that you?”No answer.“Fuck,” I said under my breath. I began to pick my way across the overgrown yard towards the front entry, already steeling myself for the nearly certain humiliation that was about to come.Why? I asked myself.  Why do I let myself get roped into these situations? I knew the answer, of course: I was lonely. I’d reached the age of twenty-two with my virginity sadly intact. I used to bullshit myself that I was saving myself until the right woman came along, but over the years it became clear that I was just not destined for love, Porno 64

lust, or even a meaningless fuck. Being a virgin was terrible all the time, but it seemed to be especially bad on Valentine’s knowing I’d be watching from the sidelines yet again as the rest of the world hooked up all around me.But that didn’t kill the hope, and hope was the thing that was killing me. It was what had led me against all my better judgment to the middle of nowhere in the middle of the freezing night based on nothing but a pretty face and the vague promise of a “good time.”I reached the space where a door had been. Again, I called out for Steph. Again, there was no reply. I reached into my pocket for my phone. There was no signal out there, but the light from the screen could at least pierce the dense darkness. The floor was covered in dirt and litter. It was clear from all the broken glass that this was a secret drinking spot (and who knows what else) for local youths or vagabonds or both.I was about to give up and accept that I’d been hoaxed with the false promise of intercourse. I even turned around to begin making my way back to my car when the sound of something falling over came from deeper inside the house. I swung the light from my phone around, but everything was once again silent.“Steph?” I called out again. Nearly every particle of my being was telling me to go, but as long as there was a hint of a possibility to get laid, I knew I would stay.I ventured further through the decaying rooms, until I reached what was once a kitchen in the back of the house. The low humming sound that I’d first taken to be the wind was more noticeable Konulu Porno there. As I listened, I started to pick out a pattern, almost like several voices chanting. I couldn’t actually hear the words, though, and wasn’t entirely sure if it wasn’t just my senses playing tricks on me.I looked out the back window, and finally saw her, the girl from the restaurant yesterday. Steph was dressed in a black hooded cloak and nothing else. Her naked body looked pale blue in the light of my phone as if she were dead. Despite her ghostly appearance, I couldn’t help but gaze hungrily at her bare breasts and let my eyes drift downwards to the small groomed tuft of black hair between her thighs. I sucked in my breath sharply in appreciation, allowing my excitement to overtake my good sense.“There you are,” I said.“Here I am,” Steph agreed.“What are we doing here?” I asked. In all my fantasies of losing my virginity, I’d never imagined it taking place in a creepy abandoned house.“Shh…” Steph said. “Come on, I need you…” And then after a beat, “We need you.”“We?” I repeated with a cocked eyebrow.“I invited a few friends.”“Friends?” I asked, confused and unable to do much more than parrot the words of the naked woman standing in front of me.“Come on, you’ll see,” she assured me.Steph turned and walked towards the trees. I followed her, watching her cloak swish against the back of her ankles, a little frustrated that it hid the rest of her from my eyes. After we’d gone a few paces into the woods, she came to a stop and turned, looking at me with a slight smile on her lips.“We’re here,” she announced.“Here?” I asked.She nodded Porno İndir and looked down. The light from my phone followed her gaze to the ground, uncovering a set of old steel doors. There were crude pentagrams scratched into the metal. Steph bent and pulled one of the doors open with a loud squeal and clang. Beneath it was a set of descending stairs. There was a faint glow like the one I’d glimpsed before somewhere below. The chanting I’d heard earlier was clearer now, but the words weren’t in a language I understood.“This way,” Steph invited, leading me underground.There were more pentagrams and other symbols scrawled on the walls. We descended into a long chamber lit by torches, with a large circular wooden table carved with a pentagram in the center. There were five more women at each point of the star, chanting over it. On the back wall was a large digital clock with bright red numbers that read 11:47.The girls were dressed identically to Steph. I stopped to admire their figures: A tall blonde, a curvy redhead, a Black girl wearing glasses, a skinny Asian girl, and a short, mousy-looking brunette; All naked, all beautiful.  They paused their chanting as we entered the chamber and looked me over. I noticed their eyes going to my crotch and realized that I had more than the beginning of an erection developing there. Self-consciously, I moved my hands to cover my shame. This was met with titters from the girls.“Good work, Steph,” The blonde commented.“But are you sure he’s a virgin?” asked the brunette.“Come on, look at him,” Steph replied. I took some offense, but knew anything I said in my defense would only further incriminate me.“We should be sure,” the redhead warned. “I mean, if he’s not, the sacrifice won’t work.”“Sacrifice?” I repeated.“Relax,” Steph assured me. “It’s fine.”“What the fuck is going on here?” A sense of panic was crawling up my spine.“Not too smart, is he?” the Black girl commented.

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Call bullshit all you want. I’m telling you, last summer, I fucked these two girls at my sister’s mountain cabin. They had to have been seventeen or eighteen because they kept talking about starting their senior year in high school in the fall. Let me tell you, they were hot, and not just because they were a third of my age.Hear me out. My sister and a friend of hers own this cabin in the woods by a small lake. The scenery was beautiful, the lake was refreshingly cool at the end of the summer and the small community beach, if you could call a patch of trucked-in sand a “beach,” was about fifty yards away. A floating platform that was used for jumping and sunning was tethered offshore with a cinder block. On my first morning there, while I was lounging in my boxer shorts, was the first time I saw them, Tiffany and Bunny, sunbathing in the nude on the raft. I told you that the scenery was beautiful. All the trees and shit were nice too. It took me a while to learn which girl was which because they were both blue-eyed blondes with long hair. When I was their age, you could tell if a girl bleached her hair if the carpet didn’t match the drapes but nowadays – no carpets. I always told my ex that I thought shaved pussies were stupid, but I lied.  It must have been around noon when they put their bikinis back on. They damn near capsized their canoe when they climbed in and paddled off. They didn’t know what they were doing and argued about which side to paddle on. Sure enough, the boat tipped over and took on a lot of water. It drifted in one direction, the paddles went in another and the girls, well, Bunny was doing okay but Tiffany wasn’t much of a swimmer. I ran down the path and splashed in. Bunny tried to help her friend, but Tiffany was really panicking. I got there in short order and dragged her back to the raft. Bunny wasn’t too far behind. When she climbed up the ladder, I saw that she had lost her skimpy top. Gentleman that I am, I politely looked away any time that she might have caught me. As I said, the water wasn’t warm; her nipples were standing out on top of her large, firm goosebump-covered tits. We sat at the edge of the raft, and I kept my arm around her until she finished coughing. “Thank you!” Tiffany said. She wrapped her arms around my neck and warmed her chilly titties against my chest. Bunny joined us and hugged me from the other side. Her tits weren’t any smaller or any less firm. The girls thanked me again; Tiffany might have been crying a little and I just kept saying, “You’re okay, everything’s good now.” There we were, hugging and sitting in the noon sun with our legs sex izle dangling in the water. Bunny handed her friend’s bikini top to her. “Here, Drama Queen,” she said.  “What? Oh!” It took a second for Tiffany to catch on. She made like she was going to cover up, but then she leaned back with her hands on the deck and let the sun bake the rest of the goosebumps away. She got this smutty look and said, “Thanks. I don’t think I need it, though, do I, um, what’s your name?” She was looking right at my crotch when she asked, where my wet boxers were very nicely plastered against my cock. If I hadn’t just climbed out of the cool lake, it would have been lifting my shorts. Because I wanted very much to wave ‘hello’ to the girls, I jumped back into the water. I’m not going to claim that my cock is huge but it sure as hell is more than big enough. My ex called it the ‘baby bear of cocks’ which doesn’t sound all that great until you think about it. “Matt. My name is Matt. If I was your father, I wouldn’t have let you out of the house with that swimsuit, but I’m not. My answer is ‘no.’ You do not need that top at all.” “Tiffany, your dad is so hot,” Bunny exclaimed. “Nuh-uh. Your dad is hot.” “Nuh-uh.” I swam toward my cabin and waded ashore. “Nice ass, Matt!” Tiffany yelled. “Where are you going? Did we scare you off?” I pulled my shorts away from where they clung to my butt. “I’m getting my kayak to rescue your canoe.” They stood up and I could hear them pretty clearly as they chattered. “I forgot about that!” “It’s so far out. I hope my dad doesn’t see it.” “Do you think he needs help?” “Uh-oh – my phone!” “Matt!” Tiffany called out to me. “Look for Bunny’s phone!” Seriously? I thought. They capsized in about ten feet of water and there were a lot of weeds that far out from shore. Tiffany was still topless. Bunny looked worried. I grabbed my goggles and carried my boat down to my dock. “I’ll try,” I shouted back. When I tied their canoe to my kayak, I saw the phone in it. I was about to yell that I had the phone but then I thought about how much I’d like a thank-you hug from Bunny. I towed their boat to about where it would have been if it had really fallen out, adjusted my goggles, and dove under. I came back up, made a show of going in again, and did it again a few more times until I triumphantly broke the surface with my fist in the air. “I found it!” I snatched it out of the canoe and turned it off while they were jumping up and down and hugging: two almost naked eighteen-year-old girls jumping up and down and hugging. God damn. I fished out their boat cushions and paddles on my fransız porno way back, dumped the water out of their canoe once I was near the shore, and dragged both boats onto the beach. The girls jumped off the raft and waded to shore.  “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” I got my hug – a big one – and a big kiss on the cheek. I’m going to hell; I know it.  “Does it work?” Bunny was worried again. Her phone looked new, newer than mine, and I was sure that being in a foot of water for fifteen minutes wasn’t going to ruin it. “Let’s take a closer look at it up in the cabin.” Bunny made Tiffany go back to the raft to retrieve her top, which she didn’t bother to put on, and we climbed the small hill to my cabin. The temperature was a lot cooler inside the cabin, and the girls showed it. I gave them each one of my flannel shirts and I toweled off the phone. I doubted that any water got in, but I put it in a bowl of rice anyway. I changed out of my wet boxers and put on some pants and a t-shirt. When I came back, Bunny set my binoculars back down near the patio door that had a view of the beach. She didn’t say anything about them. My sister’s little living area had some old furniture that she restored. I sat in the middle of the loveseat and put the bowl of rice on the table in front of me. There were plenty of other chairs, but the girls squeezed in on either side of me. Bunny hugged her knees and stared at her phone, and Tiffany tucked her legs up and leaned on my shoulder. I offered them blankets and some of my sister’s clothes, but they declined and snuggled in closer. Bunny rocked in her seat, wiggling her pretty toes, and waited for the phone to be all better. Tiffany caught me looking down at her naked breasts and opened the shirt to give me a better view. They told me that they had only met a couple of days ago. Their families’ cabins were close to each other, and the girls bonded out of mutual boredom and love of sunshine. I told them about my sister and her friend. “You guys had bad luck this week. My sister told me that she’s seen boys your age here sometimes.” As much as I loved chatting with these young ladies, it was past the time to let them go. I pulled the phone out of the rice and handed it to Bunny who anxiously turned it on. It booted up fine, of course, and Bunny took a selfie of the three of us. She promised to text me a copy once they went someplace with cell service. I got a couple more avuncular hugs and kisses, and they ran out the door with my shirts. I didn’t care – I had more. The door barely slammed before Bunny ran back in. She teen porno retrieved my binoculars, handed them to me, and ran out again. ~~~ I stirred when I thought I heard someone knocking on the cabin door, pissed that it broke up a great dream about the girls. I didn’t hear any more knocks and I began to doze off again when Tiffany and Bunny let themselves into my bedroom. They were wearing the shirts that I gave them the day before. “There you are!” “Rise and shine, sleepy head!” “This room seems awfully girly.” “It’s my sister’s cabin,” I said before it clicked that they were really there and not in some dream. “What time is it? What are you doing here?” “It’s the-sun-is-over-the-trees o’clock,” Bunny said. “We elected you lifeguard. Let’s go!” Tiffany grabbed my covers and yanked them all away. I sleep in the nude. “Wow,” Bunny said. (I’m not lying. She really said that. She said “wow” and kept staring.) “Nice,” Tiffany said. Then she giggled and said, “Sorry.”  I pulled the sheet up and almost yelled at them; I’m grumpy in the morning. “Can I have some coffee first?” “Ugh! Sure,” Bunny said and ran off. Tiffany stuck around. “Go help her,” I said, “Unless you want to watch me pee.” Her eyes shifted away but she didn’t move. “Go help her,” I said again. She huffed and left. I don’t give a flying fuck if you believe any of this or not. It gets better. The coffee was strong – ten scoops strong – but that was fine. I just poured it over ice in my thermos. I brought my kayak down to my dock just in case, which is where they had left their canoe. I paddled them and their gear the short distance to the raft. “Finally!” Tiffany exclaimed and she took off her shirt. Her bikini was even smaller than the one she wore the day before, not that that mattered because she stripped that off as well. “Tiff…” Bunny started but she just shrugged and stripped too. Binoculars were one thing, but, God damn… “Do me first,” Tiffany said. I turned to see her holding a bottle of sunscreen. She spun around and I firmly massaged her back with the lotion. “Hmm, strong hands.” She bounced back around when I finished and she pouted, “Aren’t you going to do the rest?” “Tiffany, stop teasing him!” I’d like all of you now to join me in my mantra: Don’t get a hard-on, don’t get a hard-on, don’t get a hard-on… “Thank you, Bunny,” I said. “Let’s get your back covered.” “Ooo,” she said when I started. I spent extra time working my fingertips into her neck. They spread the sunscreen on my back together, bumping their tits and hips against me. Don’t get a hardon… “Okay, off with your shorts! Lifeguards too!” “I’m not, I don’t…” I sputtered. Bunny shrugged. “It’s only fair. Besides…” Yeah, they had already seen me. “What the hell.” I dropped my shorts and when I did, Tiffany squeezed the bottle and shot a stream of cream at me. In retrospect, that was only fair too. 

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His thick lips flapped, and his smile sparkled, but her poker face waned. Chances of this first date escalating to a relationship were none to don’t even think about it.Fuck a relationship, gerçek porno though. It was time to get off.“Yes, very interesting,” she lied. “Getting gay porno a little tired. Take me home?”He sulked but complied. She suggested they talk evli porno in the backseat first before moving off. After more incessant yapping, she grabbed his head and said, “You talk too much.”She stuffed his face under her pantyless dress and ground it off until her vocals finally outdid his for the night.Afterward, his face still sheened with shock and cunt; he asked, “Another date soon?”“Oh God no,” she laughed. “Home visits on the other hand… ”

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Impatience drove the dum-dum tapping on the steering wheel, and the digital clock glowered back at him. Annoyed, he switched the radio off. For almost half an hour, Jack waited. He could text her and tell her to get a cab home. No, that would ruin the weekend.“Come on, Laura. Where are you?”With a jolt of surprise, she arrived without him noticing. The cutting chill of December air and the scent of perfume filled the car. Laura slumped into the front seat, and the door slammed shut. The cloying tackiness of her lipstick on his cheek failed to lift his mood.“Hi darling, you been waiting long?”“No… only five minutes.”That gnawed at him. Quickly distracted, a passenger door opened, and she announced her entrance with tinkling laughter. Shimmying awkwardly along the back seat, Jack admired her lithe legs as her skirt hitched up and flashed her panties. Their eyes met in the rear-view mirror as a fillip to his funk. It was Amy, and she flashed him a warm smile. Laura’s friend and work colleague was an unexpected pleasure.The car sank a little more, and a callow-faced man glared back at him.“All right?” asked Jack.“Hullo.”“Jack, this is Eddie, Amy’s boyfriend.”Judging by Laura’s slurred intonation, it had been a good night… for everyone except him.“Get up to much, darling?” asked Laura.He steered the car onto the main road, “Not much.”Amy giggled, “Speaking of much, I know much more about you after tonight.”Jack grimaced into the rear-view mirror, “All good, I hope.”Laura’s tongue always loosened after a few drinks, and he could only imagine what she’d said. He might be irritated by their late arrival, yet, with a deep sigh, he would not let it show. Amy certainly looked good tonight. He was a sucker for a pretty face and a pleasant smile, especially if they were brunettes. Still looking immaculate, there were plenty of opportunities to admire her lithe, perky body.Slowing to approach a bend, an absent thought skewered him. Partners were not invited to the office Christmas party, yet Eddie was there as evidence. Accelerating away, it added to his annoyance, burdening him further.“Jack, I said they could stay in my spare room tonight.”Laura paused for a minute. It was clear she tried to act more sober than she was. “It’s miles home for them, and the hotels in town cost a fortune.”“Sure, no problem.”As their weekend plans fell apart, he tried not to let it show. Sure, it was Laura’s flat, and she could do what she liked, yet he wanted her to himself. Resigned to spending Saturday morning with three hungover people, he’d probably be called upon to take them home. He could use a drink now to take the edge off.At least the roads were quiet as Laura and Amy shared gossip; Eddie didn’t say much. Stealing glances in the mirror, Jack saw Eddie with his hand up Amy’s skirt. She did not complain as Jack enjoyed the view, churning a lusty heat into his loins. Whatever Amy saw in Eddie, the answer was right there.With her legs on the dashboard, Laura let her short dress ride up. The bare skin of her thighs melded effortlessly into the lace tops of her stockings. The clasps of the suspenders bit delicately into them. Jack found it hard to concentrate; the sight teased his unquelled ardour. He found himself in no man’s land of arousal mixed with exasperation.It was late, he was jaded, and his plans lay in ruins. Still, they brazzers had guests, and he needed to be a gracious host to impress Laura. The warmth and the tyres’ hum threw a soporific pall over his passengers. The mood had quietened by the time they arrived at Laura’s flat.-=-This was the post-party come-down, and the swoopy Balearic vibes from the stereo kept everyone interested. It was time for a nightcap, and Jack poured out a lusty helping of brandy. Putting it down in one, he poured another. He stole glances at Amy when he thought no one would notice. Her lustrous brunette hair shone with her sparkling jade eyes. A raven-black dress embraced her slinky curves.His eyes undressed her at every opportunity. Amy peered up and caught him. Jack did not give a shit when she grinned to acknowledge his guilt. Admiring her perky tits, he found himself talking to them rather than her face. Amy did not mind; on the contrary, she enjoyed the attention. Laura was drunk, knocking back more vodka and struggled to make herself understood. Eddie nodded and grunted his way through the conversation.-=-Jack stretched out his limbs against the crisp linen of Laura’s bed, and the brandy had done little to relax him. Wide awake, his mind clung to the hope that Laura might offer some drunken sex. Dim yellow light bled through the open door, and she tottered in. Struggling out of her dress, Laura complained about the discomfort caused by her lingerie and wobbled towards the bed. To Jack’s disappointment, she laboured with its clasps, throwing it to the floor.Focusing momentarily, she caught his puppy-dog eyes and twirled to show him her naked body. Before he could enjoy the view, she lost her balance and hit the wardrobe doors. Ricocheting onto the bed with a yelp, it broke her fall.Laughing and snorting raucously, she thrashed a bit to get under the duvet. The gossamer caress of her bare skin teased Jack, and the curves of her rear pressed against his naked loins. Wrapping his arm around her, he cupped her bare breast. He wanted to feel turned on, but the night was a washout. Amy and Eddie were next door, and the walls were paper thin. Eddie did a fine line in grunting, but at least Amy was entertaining, and he enjoyed her overt flirtatiousness. Jack would not deny his attraction to her and got an eyeful of naked flesh into the bargain tonight. This could be his silent revenge; in his mind, he would fuck Amy and pressed his burgeoning cock against the cleft of Laura’s arse.She was still trying to get comfortable, “I banged my hip on the wardrobe door.”Her tone pleaded for sympathy.“That’s because you are pissed.”“Am not,” she retorted, “well… not that much.”“You said tonight was employees only. Eddie doesn’t work for you guys.”“Did I? Oh, sorry.”There was a faint sound from next door, a gasp and a louder moan. It was obvious what Amy and Eddie were doing. Imagining the spectacle of Amy being fucked, all of this angst and frustration pooled into his twitching cock.It reinvigorated Laura, “They’re fucking! Dirty bastards!”A monotonous banging sound grew louder and kept time with their more audible moans. Jack nuzzled at Laura’s neck and shoulder, easing his stiff cock between her thighs. As the volume and its intensity increased, she squeezed.“Hmm, fuck, Jack. You are nice and hard. Did you miss me?”“Uh-huh.”What cuckold porno was a white lie when he was this horny? Listening to Amy’s kitten yelps was all he needed to give Laura a hearty fuck. They were clearly in the throes of intense passion. Craning an arm around his neck, Laura softly kissed his lips.“Let’s all fuck together.”“What? All of us in the spare room?”Laura smacked his behind, “No silly, here. Not too hard, though. I don’t want them to know we are fucking too.”He would be up for a foursome. Inspired by Amy’s very vocal moans, Laura stroked the steel hardness of his length.“Do it, baby. Stick it in me.”The noises from the next room had aroused Laura too, and he slid into her easily. Cosseting by her taut slippery tunnel, Jack pushed himself deeper inside, and the rising addiction took over. Finally, something to alleviate his peevishness. Everything would be fine if he could get his rocks off. Penetrated to the hilt, it encouraged Laura to rock back and forth. Lying in spoons, his strong hands dragged her back onto his length with a firm tempo. There was too much frustration inside him to take it slow.“Not too hard, Jack. Make love to me.”Chided and obedient against his better judgement, he slowed his thrusts.Next door, the headboard banged against the wall. Eddie was certainly in a less than gentle frame of mind. Amy’s cries of passion conveyed her frenzied state. Inspired, Jack bucked into Laura harder, hoping to inspire her. The delicious friction raised the tension in his loins, and the journey to his release had begun.“Fuck Laura, you feel so good.”“Slower, Jack. Slower… I want it gently.”With a sigh of frustration, Jack relented, and the contrast between the two rooms could not be starker. The staccato thumps of the headboard had a new sense of urgency. Amy’s cries seemed to stutter, and then a series of powerful yelps followed. Eddie was undoubtedly giving her a good time. The volume in the adjoining room appeared to have reached its crescendo. Harsh cries and loud grunts made it obvious; Amy climaxed and took Eddie with it.In contrast, Laura felt so passive, yet he pressed on. Reconciled that she was drunk, he was happy to do all the work. Something was wrong; her breathing did not match his thrusts. Long, sonorous and unrushed, he shook her shoulder.“Laura? Laura!”Exasperated, Jack withdrew, and the latent anger exploded within. Not inviting him to the party might have been an innocent mistake. It was understandable that Laura needed a lift home. He was the model of charm as a good host for her friends. To pass out as they fucked was off the scale.He considered driving home, but the nightcaps put him over the limit. Rolling onto his front, his hard cock pressed against his body. The intense need for relief surged through him with every beat of his heart. His mind was wired, and trying to sleep would be impossible. Dealing with Laura and Amy tomorrow would be torture in this state.Leaving the warmth of the bed, he would take matters into his own hands in the bathroom. With no empathy for Laura, his footsteps walloped the floorboards. Naked, he went to the bedroom door as she began to snore.“Oh fucking magic!” he hissed.Looking at the clock on the pedestal, it was almost three in the morning. Pulling the bedroom door closed, Jack turned to make czech porno his way into the bathroom.-=-“Hello.”“Amy! Oh, fuck this is embarrassing.”Instinctively, he hid his nakedness with his hands. Absent of any inhibitions, Amy stood there in the corridor, naked, with it all on show. Shamelessly, she looked him up and down, fixated on how he failed to hide his erection. Finally arriving at his gaze, a rueful smile greeted him.A gentle hand pressed against his chest, “Don’t be embarrassed. Did you fuck Laura too?”Her question reverberated through his foggy mind, “Huh? No… well, yes.”Leaning alongside him with her hand on the wall, Amy had no inhibitions. Gazing into her sultry and disarming eyes, he understood her open invitation. His eyes darted to savour each taut seductive curve. Broad-shouldered, the swell of her breasts hung flawlessly, each nipple crunched tightly into erect nubs. Her lissom curves drew him in and removed his self-consciousness. At the cinch of her waist, down her toned abdomen, the smooth hillock of her mons flared up between the gap of those long slender legs.Amy purred as his eyes rested upon hers, grinning widely to be appreciated like this.“Jack… either you fucked her or you didn’t.”Her overt display did nothing to ease his racing mind, “Amy, shouldn’t you….”Her soft lips pressed against his, igniting the embers of his ardour. He tried to fight it, and his surrender came quickly. The delicate vacuum on her lips and the tip of her darting tongue added more heat to his loins. Her caress drew him in, beguiled by another sensual kiss; their naked bodies pressed together. The rakish sound of snatched air announced his obedience as Amy pressed the hard swell of his shaft against her warm body.“Amy…” and he pushed her away.She chuckled, “What happened, Jack?”“She passed out.”Amy tutted, “And left you like this? That’s a terrible crime.”“Eddie? What about Eddie?”“Eddie does whatever I say. He’s very passive.”“Oh.”Butterflies lurched as his mind spiralled like a helter-skelter. Amy’s eyes dipped to his groin. She took his shaft, he’d been inside Laura, and it was still damp. She pressed her lips to his with a newfound sense of passion.His cock felt heavy; it had presence and girth, and Jack did not put up a fight. She rose on her tiptoes, kissing him again. Her arm wrapped around his neck as he clasped her thigh to his waist. Her breasts pressed against his bare chest, and she led his burgeoning shaft to the heat of her sex.“Oh, fuck,” Jack sighed, “Yes… I want you.”“Then take it,” she purred, “Eddie struggles with me, and I’ve had two loads out of him already.”Jack had no qualms and breached her cum-filled snatch. Amy whimpered, biting her lower lip. She threw her arms around his neck as he hoisted her slender body, pinning her against the wall. His shaft was long enough to take it all and fill her completely. It had the thick girth she liked.“Mmm… you are just what I need,” Amy whimpered, “I want more, Jack, a lot more.”Humping her, she squeezed on his shaft, “Do you want to give it to me?”From his narrowed eyes, he mumbled at first, “Yes, yes, I do.””You can’t stop, can you?””No,” he hissed.”You don’t mind about Eddie fucking me at the same time?””No.”Amy purred, “Mmm… that’s what I need.”Satisfied, she pushed back and untangled herself, forcing a grumble of frustration from Jack. He peddled backwards as she stole his breath with hungry kisses. Taking to her knees, her silky mouth engulfed his cock, and his head hit the hollow wall with a thud. Caressing his aching balls, she met his eyes, savouring his fevered expression.

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Part 10- If They Only KnewRosa had said several times that one of the unique things about our relationship was that, in a brief period, we were sharing our most intimate fantasies … those related to spanking anyway.  It was certainly the most I’d ever shared about my wants and desires, but it seemed obvious that a common interest such as we had would naturally generate such openness.  Rosa wished that were true, and having no other experience to go on, I had to acknowledge her view of the world as truth … at least until I’d seen otherwise.Extended periods of time apart made our phone calls that much more precious … and stimulating!  Our conversation still centered almost entirely on our favorite pastime and rarely went into anything but the most superficial of small talk.  After a couple of months, I started wondering how long it could last because our discussion made it plainly obvious that we still had almost nothing in common, and were it not for a mutual love of a sore, red bottom, we’d have nothing.  Further, we both openly acknowledged it by openly discussing how to find and connect with other fans of spanking.Still, we spoke of getting together again and a couple of months after her trip south, I made another trip to New York.  Rosa didn’t get as much vacation as I did so she couldn’t take the time off as I had for her, but staying at her home still allowed us many opportunities to put each other across our respective knees for a good bottom smacking. As an early riser, I would get up with her, often before, to share breakfast and take her to work so I’d have her car to use during the day.  I don’t cook much of anything, but I can make a rather good breakfast and did so for her several of the days I was there.  One breakfast was made more memorable than the rest when Rosa found fault with my preparation of her eggs and bent me over the table for a fast and furious spanking to make sure I didn’t do it again.One of the private topics we often shared on the phone was the way a really sore bottom sikiş izle might affect activities immediately following a long, hard spanking, whether one was just going to bed … sleeping face down, of course … or having to be with other people unaware of your condition.  Rosa mentioned more than once how she had never had to go to work and face her colleagues with the pain of a really sore bottom to distract her … clarifying the difference between a night-before spanking versus one just received.  When she was a little bitchy one morning, I decided to make sure she no longer considered this an experience she had not had yet.  I offered to pick her up for lunch and she agreed with a grumble.  As we drove her to work in her ‘big, stupid car’, I formulated a plan.After dropping her off at work, I started looking for a park. Why not make it a public spanking as well and hit two of her favorite fantasies.  I knew of two parks within a reasonable distance of her office, and I came upon a third as I surveyed the other two.  The last turned out the best with a nice bench under a tree, in full view of most of the park, yet far enough away from the masses and a clear view of who might be able to see us.Next, I had to find a good deli nearby so I could get a good picnic lunch that wasn’t just fast food.  Rosa had mentioned a place called Dominic’s as a place she frequented for lunch, so I went to check it out and found your typical great New York deli with great hot sandwiches … pastrami, corned beef, club sandwiches, etc. Finally, I went back to the house to have breakfast, shower, and dress, after which it was almost time to leave.  I grabbed the leather paddle I’d brought from Florida, hid it in the back of the van and set off for Dominic’s.  I got there early intentionally to avoid being held up by the lunch rush.  After getting our lunch I headed back to her office and arriving about ten minutes early, settled in to wait for her to come out.  I didn’t have to wait long as she had seen me pull brazzers up and her boss let her go early.”Mmm, something smells good!” she said as she got in smelling the hot pastrami.  While I was planning earlier, I realized I wasn’t really sure what she’d worn today except that I was pretty sure it was a dress and made a mental note to pay attention to it when I picked her up.  She wore a light summer dress in a burgundy calico pattern that had a peasant top with a wide round neck and short, puffy sleeves.  The skirt portion was quite full and therefore would present no problem pulling it up once I had her across my knee.Clearly, in a better mood than when I’d dropped her off, I told her what my plan was … at least up to the point of her spanking … and we made our way to the park.  I parked as close as I could to the site I’d picked, but we still had a good walk to the shady bench I’d picked out.  We’d brought a blanket Rosa kept in her car and spread it on the grass right in front of the bench.  I handled the serving as I knew who got what and we began eating, all the while not talking at all about the morning, but having pleasant conversation, nonetheless.  We were nearly done eating so I decided to get the real party started.”So, you seem to be in a much better mood now.””I was pretty bitchy this morning, wasn’t I?  I don’t know why … Just got up on the wrong side of bed, I guess.””There was no reason to direct your mood at me, was there,” I replied more as a statement, than a question.”I know. I’m sorry.””You should realize by now that sometimes ‘sorry’ isn’t enough!””I’m gonna get a spankin’ when I get home tonight, aren’t I?” she said trying unsuccessfully to hide a smile behind a pouty face.”Perhaps … but I see no reason why we have to wait till then.””What, here? Now!?” she asked as she looked around in a panic.”There’s no one anywhere near us and we can see any potential onlookers coming from quite a ways away.””But …””The only butt I need right now is yours fake taxi porno across my knee,” I said as I moved to the bench and patted my lap. She smiled at my play on words and guardedly placed herself across my waiting lap still scanning the horizon for threats.  I left her dress in place and began spanking her right away to give her time to get comfortable with her surroundings, and eventually so turned on she wouldn’t care if someone walked right up and watched. I could tell she’d worn full panties and suspected they were quite tight as well, so I was betting she’d worn my favorite pair of tight, white panties in anticipation of getting spanked today … even if she hadn’t been expecting it so soon.”Was it fair to inflict your bad mood on me this morning?” I scolded as the barrage of swats to her gorgeous bottom continued relentlessly.”No, sir!” she cried in pain both real and desired,”In the future, you’ll let me help you get out of a bad mood?””By spanking me like this!?” she replied, intentionally provoking me.”Excuse me? Are you getting smart with me?” I challenged, although she was right.  Grabbing the hem of her dress I yanked it up unceremoniously to see I was right about her panties.  The white contrasted nicely with the pink hue of the flesh that hadn’t been protected by her panties.  Stroking those firm, warm globes in appreciation of such a sexy sight, I was awakened from my reverie by her reply.”No sir!! … and yes, sir!” I spanked hard and fast on the very top of each cheek, letting her know I didn’t like her answer.  “Oww! No, sir, I’m not getting smart with you and … Ow-ow-ow!! … yes, sir, I’ll let you help me with a bad mood!  Owwww!!!””That’s better”, I replied simply, letting my hands do the talking as they peppered her hot bottom with fast, firm spanks.  I was going to make sure she remembered this spanking all afternoon while she tried to work.  Looking at my watch I saw time was running out and it was time to move it along.  My hands went to the waist of her panties, and she instinctively raised her hips to allow me to pull them down well below her reddening mounds, but that didn’t stop her from protesting.”Please not on my bare bottom, sir?!  I have to go back to work, and I’ll be sitting down most of the afternoon!”

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As I wake, or at least my eyes and brain began to focus on the same things, I can see from the blurry image that I am inside. It is a small hut or shack, I can only see the room I’m in and from the floor at that. I can not move my body, shifting my eyes is all I can manage. Having no idea where I am, my mind starts to try to put together the events that I can still remember. The last that I can bring up is the patrol, we were on the way back from a small intelligence sweep of the sectors northeast of the firebase, looking for enemy movement in and around these areas. I was bringing up the rear and watching my patrols back as we moved through the jungle. I remember stopping to survey the area we had just moved through, making sure there was no trouble slipping up from behind. As I turned back forward, I saw the small black figure step from the bush, step in front of me, then the feeling of a sharp stinging and the sudden rush of warmth that flooded down the front of me. The world around me went black . . . That’s it, then here, not sure where here is or how I got here but the heart is still beating, all I can really ask right now isn’t it? I look around the area and it is very modest, very sparse actually. I can hear someone in the other room outside my vision, they seem to be scurrying around in that room. Other than that and the normal sounds of the jungle, there was nothing else to hear. I can see an AK-47 propped up in the corner. Seeing the weapon brings back the memory of the stinging feeling and I looked down. A large, wet, red patch of some rokettube material is across my stomach and the bedding under me seems very wet with the same. Looking around the place as I lay there, I see nothing but blurry images. Even so, my hearing seems rather clear. I can hear the sounds of a few animals, mostly chickens I assume, also, now and then I hear the traces of someone at work. The slight efforts I make to look at my surroundings tires me more than I can even imagine. Most of my time is spent dropping in and out of whateve r consciousness t his is. I hear someone enter through the back of the house, then the sound of something dropping on the floor on the other side of the wall next to me. A small body walks past the opening of the room. First in and then back out of my sight. I do not think they know I am awake, they don’t seem to be paying much attention to me. As they move around just out of my sight I catch glimpses of the person and it appears to be a young female. She is cleaning a little and I can only assume she is making something to eat. Judging from her size relative to items in the house, she is very tiny. I don’t know if she is just very young or very petite. When she hits a lull in her activities I can see she has noticed I am awake, but she does seem relieved that I am not moving. She turns and picks up a pot and holds it toward me as if offering me some. All I am able to do is blink, so I blinked twice and glanced to a spot beside the make shift bed that I am on. She comes over and sits beside me, she looks asyalı porno very young, somewhere around 17. Offering me water first and holding the cup to my lips, small sips quench my thirst and then she offers a small piece of bread crust and some gravy. It tastes just like it was expected to, but it is food, at least I hope. After only a few small bites and even smaller sips of water I can feel myself starting to drift off. “Tiger Joe needs to get strong,” she keeps repeating. It took me a little while but I remembered that I was wearing tiger-striped camo and well, we were all Joes. This is the routine for the next several times I regain consciousness . The only difference has been when she changed my bandages on my stomach. I am still not able to sit up or even raise my head to look down, I believe that is probably a good thing. She talks to me in a very broken, one word at a time type english, but we seem to be getting the gyst of understanding each other. She will not talk about my injuries or if she knows what actually happened. She also doesn’t seem to know anything about the other Joes in the area. I mentioned her family and asked where they were and all she said was, “family gone”, then went to sit across the room from me and wouldn’t look at me anymore. She stayed away until after if was dark and when I could no longer hold on she came over close and wiped my brow with a nice cool towel, checked my bandages and as she did I fell asleep again. I wake in the wee early hours and the sun is just starting azeri porno to slowly break the horizon. In a moment I see her as she stands from beside me, it is then that I realize that she had been sleeping on the floor beside me. I do not let her see that I am awake and she moves to sit against the wall down by my feet. I have no idea what she is doing and pretend to be asleep just a little longer. She sits and looks at me, like she is watching me sleep. She sits in a dark spot and the light from the window lays across my makeshift pallet. Shifting her hips as she gets into a comfortable spot, the front of her long dress falls open as she moves. Her nipples small and pointed as her fingers started to tease and play with them. She lays her head back and takes a deep breath. She trails her fingertips across the dark skin of her belly as she moves them between her thighs. Shifting again slowly, her legs part and she begins to slowly rub and tease the lips that were starting to swell and get so very wet. Fingers slide in and out as her hand begins to bring her close to her release. I strain and try not to move, but the site is driving me up a wall. I see as she brings herself to the edge and over, looking at me as she gets there. Sweat dripping from her nose and nipples as she cums over and over. Now, I know I am in no shape for anything but DAMN, that is hot. I watch as she sits and catches her breath, panting and laying her head back. I felt as though I was gonna explode, but nothing. As quickly as it started, it was over but the memory is one I will have forever. Each day was a collection of the moments from the one before. I was still not able to move on my own, which meant a large amount of contact between us. She spent as much time nursing me back as she did with maintaining her own life.

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Jack and Paul were on their annual golfing trip, so Linda and I made plans to go dancing at a club a few miles from home. The four of us have been there several times in the past. But dancing just isn’t our husband’s thing, and they prefer to sit back, drink, and people-watch while Linda and I get our groove on. I was excited to go out with Linda. We always have such a good time together. She is my other soulmate, and I love her dearly. I drove over to pick her up, she was waiting outside, and I must admit I got a little excited watching her tits bounce up and down as she walked toward the car. I leaned over, and we kissed. It lasted for a minute or two before we reluctantly backed away from each other. If we continued that steamy kiss, we would get tempted to go inside and party instead of going out.  It was a hot sultry night, so I had dressed casually. I wore a pale blue crop top, beige mid-thigh gym shorts, and strappy wedge sandals. Linda was dressed similarly, wearing a green crop top, black gym shorts, and sandals. It was about 9:00 pm when we arrived at the club. It was still quite early for a club, so not many people were there. We sat at a table drinking our wine, waiting for the DJ to start playing, and when he did, we were the first ones out on the dance floor. We enjoyed three or four fast dances, and when a slow one started playing, we returned to the table.  A few guys came over to ask us to dance, but we politely declined. After fifteen minutes or so, we got up to dance again. We were on our third fast dance when two gorgeous-looking black guys approached us and asked if they could cut in and dance with us.  “I would love that,” I said. Linda nodded her head in agreement. One of the guys took my hand, and we started dancing. “I’m Phil, and my friend dancing with your friend is Sam.” “I’m Sue, and my friend is Linda.”  Phil was an excellent dancer, and he was so good-looking. He was probably about six feet two tall and weighed around two hundred lbs. He wore a tight black T-shirt showing off his chiseled upper body and muscular arms.  Watching him move on the dance floor had my nipples hardening and my pussy wetting my panties. After a couple more fast dances, I was glad when a slow one started. Phil didn’t even hesitate and pulled me in close. I instantly melted into his strong arms as we danced. I felt my hard nipples rubbing up against his chest, and I could feel how wet my panties were. I didn’t object when he slowly moved his hands from the middle of my back to cup my asscheeks, gently squeezing and kneading them. I could feel Phil’s hard cock pushing up against my nether region. The club lights were low, and looking around, I saw other couples, including Linda and Sam, similarly engaged. Another slow song started right away, and as we danced, he steered me toward the side doorway that opened to the bathrooms.  Sure enough, that’s where we ended up. Once through the doorway, he took my hand, walking me past the men’s and ladies’ bathrooms. Phil eased me back against the wall just past the ladies’ bathroom and leaned in to kiss me. For a fleeting moment, I thought, what the hell was I doing, I had just met him, but he was one of the sexiest guys I had ever met. xnxx Just watching him dance had me in heat. And feeling his large cock rubbing up against me had me so horny I threw all reasoning out the window and kissed him back. He was a great kisser, aggressive but not overly so. I loved how his tongue dueled with mine. I loved his hands all over my ass and feeling his hard cock rub against my pubic area. I also slid my hands to his muscular backside, pulling him into me.  We continued to kiss for a while before he moved his hands onto my bare abdomen, sliding them up and under my crop top. I gasped in sheer pleasure as his big hands cupped my breasts. Phil began squeezing them and playing with my rock-hard nipples. I groaned into his mouth with pleasure. I love my nipples being pulled and twisted. I’m one of those women who can orgasm just from that alone. I pulled his shirt out of his shorts, ran my hands onto his skin, felt his rock-hard abs, and started playing with his nipples.  Then suddenly, he broke our kiss, lifted my top over my breasts, leaned down to suck my right nipple into his mouth, and covered my left one with one of his big hands. It was pretty dark at that end of the hallway, but I was nervous about what we were doing in a public place. But as his teeth gently bit down on my hard nipple and he pulled on it, any thought other than needing to cum quickly passed. Not pushing him away gave Phil the green light he was looking for. He quickly moved his other hand into my shorts. Phil’s large fingers slipped inside my panties and rubbed across my blood-engorged clit, making my entire body shudder. Curling his fingers up, he began to run them up and down my soaking wet vulva, using my juices as lube as he teased my clit. I was way past giving a fuck about anyone catching us now, so I unzipped his shorts and slipped my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his cock. I had never been with a black guy before and had always wondered if the stories were true. Oh my fucking God, I thought he felt huge. I wanted to stroke it, but it was so long I couldn’t pull it through the opening of his boxer shorts.  I managed to unbuckle his belt, unbuttoned his shorts, and released it. It was by far the biggest, thickest cock I’ve ever seen.  Phil hadn’t let up on me at all and now had two of his big fingers inside my sodden pussy, curling them up against my G-spot and massaging it while stroking my clit with his thumb. I was moaning nonstop from the intense pleasure. When I announced that I was cumming he bit down on my nipple, and I convulsed in an explosive orgasm flooding his hand as I squirted over and over. I felt my legs giving way and probably would have fallen if not for the fingers inside my pussy holding me up. “My God, that was one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had!” I said as I got my breath back. “I’ve never seen anyone cum that hard before. You squirted all over my hand. Your shorts are soaked through, and there’s a little puddle of your squirt on the floor. Let’s get out of here I want to fuck you so badly and have you squirt all over my cock.” He was right. From the waist down, I was wet. Even my sandals had my pussy juices on them.  “Look, Phil, I want to bakire porno fuck you so bad right now as well, but I can’t leave Linda here alone.” “Hey, no problem. I’m sure Linda and Sam would also be up for returning to my apartment.” We got ourselves as presentable as possible and went back inside the club. As we walked back to the table, I saw the familiar sight of Linda’s flushed face post-orgasm. I would later find out that he fingered her to multiple orgasms under the table while we were gone. She immediately agreed to go to Phil’s place.  We left the club; she rode in Sam’s car, and I drove Phil. Driving there, I thought about how bold we were going to a stranger’s home, but there hadn’t been any red flags so far. It’s something I haven’t done in a long time, and never without letting Jack know where I was. But with the thought of Phil’s huge cock running through my brain, making my pussy soaking wet, I just went with it. I parked the car in front of his building; it looked really lovely. The apartment was more like a townhouse with individual units attached. We had just started walking to the front door when Linda and Sam pulled up. We waited until they got out of his car, and the four of us walked arm and arm into his place. The décor had a masculine feel but was classy and appealing.  I thought that Phil would be all over me once inside, but instead asked if we wanted to use the bathroom to get freshened up while he went to get drinks for us. Such a gentleman, I thought. The bathroom was big and had two sinks and a large shower. I peeled off my shorts and panties, still soaked from cumming earlier. Linda did the same as hers were soaked as well. I told her about Phil fingering me in the hall by the bathrooms, making me cum, and she told me that Sam had fingered her at the table to several intense orgasms. She said that she had his cock out, stroking it under the table, and it was huge. I told her about Phil’s size, and I was super excited to fuck such a huge cock. We dried ourselves as best as we could, I kissed her, and we wished each other good luck for the rest of the evening. We decided to leave our clothes in the bathroom, having decided we were there to fuck and wouldn’t need them. We walked back into the living room together, naked. I could see the smiles on their faces as they stared at my red landing strip and Linda’s black landing strip. I walked over to Phil, climbed up on the couch, and knelt on either side of his legs. Leaning down, I kissed him. While we kissed, I reached down and pulled his T-shirt over his head. I sat back to admire his ripped body and ran my hands all over his pecs and abs, teasing his nipples. After a few minutes, I sat up and shoved my right tit into his mouth. He greedily began sucking my hard nipple. He took his hand and started to play with my other nipple. His actions were causing my pussy to start gushing profusely. Not wanting to wet his shorts, I undid his belt and the button on his shorts and pulled down the zipper.  I moved down onto the floor between his legs and reached up to grab his shorts. Phil lifted up, and I slowly pulled them off. No longer confined by the shorts, I saw a huge tent had bedava porno developed in his boxers. I reached up and grabbed them and slowly pulled them down his body. I gasped when his cock sprang free. I could think of a couple of one-word adjectives to describe it: massive, immense, gigantic, huge, girthy! It was even bigger than I felt when I stroked it at the club, and I didn’t think it was fully erect yet! I reached up and grabbed it with both hands around the base, and there must have still been five inches exposed. Besides the length, it was also really thick, my fingers not closing around it completely. I loved how veiny it was and how it throbbed in my hands. I slid my hands up its length to the huge bulbous head, rubbing the pre-cum all over it. Mesmerized by the sight I the biggest cock I had ever handled, I began to slowly stroke up and down the shaft. Sticking my tongue out, I licked the underside of the head. Keeping my hands around the thick shaft, I eased it into my mouth. I had to open wider than I ever had. I knew I could only take a little at a time, but I finally got close to six inches down my throat before I started to gag and choke.  I backed off a little and tried again, but I didn’t think I’d get it much deeper it was just too big. I proceeded to go up and down while stroking his shaft and playing with his balls! He was helping me by grabbing the top of my head and guiding it up and down his shaft.  It didn’t take long before I heard him start moaning with pleasure, and I could sense he was building to a climax. Then surprisingly, he lifted my head off of his cock, and said that he wanted to cum in another hole instead. That was music to my ears as I was very excited to feel his beautiful cock stretching my tight married pussy. I stood up, and so did he, and I looked over to see Linda was also sucking Sam’s huge cock. “We are going up to my bedroom. Do you two want to join us or use the spare room?” Phil said, looking over at Sam and Linda. Linda and I love fucking each other’s husbands on the same bed, so almost in unison, we both said, “Same room. We love watching each other fuck.” The four of us proceeded up the stairs into a very spacious master suite centered by a massive four-poster bed. It seemed wider than a king as the four of us lying side by side fit comfortably. Taking charge, Phil picked me up and deposited me on my back on the left side of the bed. He pulled a pillow down, and I lifted my hips. He placed it under my ass and then knelt between my legs. Phil grabbed my legs and spread them wide, pushing them up and back, exposing my open ginger cunt to his lustful gaze.  I squealed in delight as I saw the look of pure desire as he gazed at my gaping cunt. I could feel my cunt juice leaking out, running down to my tiny pink butthole. Phil began to tease me, rubbing his fingers along my labia while blowing on them, making my head roll from side to side. All I wanted was for him to cover my entire cunt with his large black lips and taste me. As if he had read my mind, his mouth engulfed my entire cunt as his tongue thrust deep inside me.  “Oh my fucking God, Yes. Suck my cunt, Phil, eat my slutty little hole.” Urged on by my open profanity, Phil quickly started to lick long strokes of his tongue from my asshole to my clit. I was in heaven, and my pussy was gushing heavily. Phil sucked and drank all my juices as they poured out of me, and I was quickly closing in on a massive climax.  

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What had started out as some fun flirting on the Internet ended up far more than I had bargained for! We have met innocently enough in the chat room, some good-humoured fun, and a little bit of gentle flirting. You don’t come in here for anything serious or mind blowing, or at least that’s what I thought. The chat had become a little bit more intense, still fun and flirty but I soon realised that there was a sensual undertone to the witty one-liners and the quick responses. That chat became a little more urgent, not needy but you could definitely feel the ‘heated edge’ to the chatter. The off hand – “Catch you later” as she signed off, threw me but the friendly poke the next day confirmed that it hadn’t all been me. So gradually over the next few days the two-way chat continued to be flirtier and certainly more direct. A not so innocent question here, an observation there – we started to push the boundaries out a little further, testing the water. When it became clear that there was more than a little mutual attraction and the social barriers had started to come down, we felt far more comfortable to chat and discuss more or less anything. Apart from the usual preamble – the normal day-to-day stuff, the clear sexual chemistry between us started to surface. As we dwelt on our innermost thoughts porno and shared secrets, bit by bit the safety of our normal lives began to be eroded – we were sliding deeper and deeper into a very sensual relationship. The real turning point came one day, as our now daily chat became playful. As we chatted away, Michelle innocently mentioned that she was ‘home alone’ and feeling more than a little turned on. We had several chats like this before but I sensed that this was a bit different. I could tell by her comments that there was definitely some sparks flying. Michelle described in great detail what she was wearing that day and more importantly what she had on underneath. I said it was unfair, as I couldn’t she what she had on and that was it:- “Turn on your cam and skype me” – the words burnt into me as I read them on my screen. The next few minutes were a blur as we logged on to catch the first glimpse of each other for real. Of course we had seen pictures of each other but this was different, there we were, face to face for the first time. It felt perfectly normal; as we had spoken so many times before but this time it was just so much more highly charged. There before me was Michelle. She looked stunning in her black dress, high heels, and, I knew, seamed stockings. Her long anime porno dark hair perfectly framed her lovely face and sensuous lips. “Want to play?” she asked in a sultry manner as she pulled out a pack of playing cards. Where was this going? I thought to myself, but what the hell, Michelle looked far too good to refuse. Before I knew it Michelle had dealt two hands of cards on the table. “You choose,” she said, as she smiled mischievously into the camera. I selected the left hand pair of cards and she turned them over for me. I watched nervously, as I saw a Jack of hearts and a 9 –“Hold,” I said eagerly and waited for Michelle to turn over her cards. My heart skipped a beat as Michelle flipped her cards – a 7 and a 5? I knew she had to turn another card, so I willed her to turn a high number. To my delight the next card was a King, one up to me! I waited to she what Michelle would do next. Slowly she stood up and turned her back, reached behind her and very slowly and deliberately undid the zip on her dress. I knew from her photos, that Michelle had a great figure but as she stood there before me, slowly peeling the straps from her shoulders, I could see just how nice it was. 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By my 17th Birthday, I was on the verge of outgrowing my C-cup. When people thought I was out of ear-shot, I heard words like “well-endowed,” “nubile” and “voluptuous.” But appearances, as they say, can be deceiving. Between sports, a part-time job and honors-track classes, I didn’t have time, or energy, or much in the way of sexual experimentation. For one thing, I was nervous around guys. And guys were pretty much everywhere. Alone I was more relaxed. I enjoyed watching myself undress in a mirror. Sometimes I even took a hand mirror and put it between my legs to study myself “down there.” In bed, I’d caress my nipples and pinch my labia. It was good, very, very good–although I hadn’t quite managed a full-blown orgasm. All that changed the summer I visited Aunt Wendy’s cattle ranch in eastern Wyoming. On the drive back from the airport, Aunt Wendy pulled a small silver flask from the glove compartment of her pickup. “Darlin’, meet my best friend Johnny Walker,” she said passing it to me. “Have a slug.” Aunt Wendy was a year older than my Dad. As children, they were Army brats, shuffling between military bases every few years. By High School, however, their personalities were becoming very different. Aunt Wendy was wild and wayward, my Dad was shy and studious. They were living in Wyoming when Aunt Wendy got pregnant and married a rancher’s son. I knew my parents didn’t entirely approve of Aunt Wendy, which made her all the more alluring. So I tried my best to please her by tossing my head back a taking a long swig from her flask. Of course, as soon as the whiskey hit the back of my throat, I crumbled into a coughing fit. After Wendy stopped laughing and I’d regained my speech, she pumped sex izle me for juicy news about my relatives. She loved family gossip, the more salacious the better. I filled her in on all the rumors I’d heard, and overheard. And she updated on her side of the family. Cousin Bobby had come out of the closet. Cousin Phil lost his construction job and was living in a trailer park. Aunt Phillis was at a San Diego rehab clinic (no wonder) and while she was away her husband had shacked up with a nymphette hairdresser half his age. “What about your love life, Darlin’?” she asked with a pointed look in my direction. “What love life?” I said, perhaps a little wistfully. “I don’t have time for a love life.” “Figured as much,” she said, exhaling a cloud of cigarette smoke. “Your Dad was the same when he was your age.” She spent the next ten minutes pumping me for specifics: Had I ever seen a naked man? Touched one? Been touched? I told Wendy pretty much everything, except the part about touching myself. That was just way too embarrassing. As her pickup bounced down the dirt driveway to the ranch, Aunt Wendy winked at me and said: “Nothing much new around here either, ‘cept, maybe the scenery has improved a mite.” When we parked, I saw what she meant. Lunging a pony in the coral was the most exquisite man I’d ever seen in the flesh. He looked about 20, was naked to the waist, and his tanned chest glowed like burnished copper in the Wyoming sun. His shoulders and pecs were perfectly defined, almost as if chiseled in stone, and his abs rippled every time he tugged on the lunge line. His tight, faded Levis left little to the imagination. “I see what you mean,” I whispered to Aunt Wendy. “That’s Skip,” alt yazılı porno she said with a wink. “He’s the ag student that’s helping out this summer. Sure is an improvement over the regular bunch.” That would be the permanent ranch hands, three grizzled old men with weathered faces the texture of lizzard skin and the bad teeth to match. Improvement didn’t begin to describe it. Aunt Wendy wasted no time introducing Skip. He took my hand and looked me straight into me eye. As our skin touched the blood rushed to my cheeks and I was suddenly terrified he could tell how excited just looking at him was making me feel. We exchanged “nice to meet you’s” while Aunt Wendy beamed like a cat that had just eaten the canary. “Does Skip have a girlfriend?” I asked as soon as we reached the front porch. “I have no idea, Darlin’,” Aunt Wendy said as we walked to the house. “But even if he does, it wouldn’t mean a thing. That boy is as randy as a Spring mare.” Skip joined us in the house for dinner, something the permanent hands almost never did. At the table, he was soft-spoken and almost taciturn, although endearingly passionate when he talked about ranching. Whenever he looked at me, I felt as if I were being undressed. It wasn’t necessarily unpleasant, but it was flustering. I was blushing and tongue-tied, which was totally unlike me. In my honor, Aunt Wendy had baked Brown Betty a la mode for desert. I was on my second bite when Skip’s fingers brushed my thigh, sending a cascade of little shivers down my spine. I told myself it was accidental, but a moment later his fingers were back, this time caressing me in a way that could only be deliberate. I considered pushing altyazılı sex izle his hand away, but Skip’s fingers were evoking sensations I’d never felt before. He’d begin by touching just above my knee, then slowly tracing a path up the inside of my thigh. Each time he repeated this caress, it ended closer and closer to the gap between my legs, and my entire body pulsed with a sexual energy and anticipation. A tiny voice commanded me to make Skip stop. But I was powerless against the pent up urges and antificaption that Skip’s magic fingers were releasing. Then, from somewhere far away, I realized another voice was demanding my attention. “I see you still love my Brown Betty,” Aunt Wendy was saying, watching me with a conspiratorial grin. “Oh, my Goodness, yes!” I blurted. “It just keeps getting better and better.” From the corner of my eye, I saw a mischievous sparkle in Skip’s eyes as his fingertips made a final push between my legs. “Mmmmmmmm,” I sighed. “You’ve changed the recipe, haven’t you?” Aunt Wendy’s look darted from me to Skip and back. “Sugar and spice,” she replied in a whisper. “Don’t you just love it?” As soon as the table was cleared, I ran to my room, pleading the incredibly lame excuse of jet-lag. The guest-room had French doors that opened onto a hedge-enclosed porch. The cottage furniture was pale cream and the bed was made with a hand-stitched country comforter. It crossed my mind that there must be worse places for a girl to lose her virginity. My pussy was still tingling from Skip’s caresses. I slipped out of my jeans and checked my panties, the front panel was moist and warm. Looking for a distraction, I curled into a recliner, grabbed the TV remote and channel surfed until I found a fluffy teen romance called “The Truth about Cats and Dogs.” The plot was straight from Cyrano de Bergerac, but at least the characters were sympathetic and engaging. However, if the goal had been to take my mind off sex, it wasn’t working.

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I lived in a rather conservative household, not to mention attended an abstinence-only school, and as such I was sixteen years old the first time I watched porn. I waited until just after midnight when I knew my parents would be asleep before I booted up my computer, plugged in headphones, and slipped in the DVD a friend of mine had given me. I still remember so much of it vividly. There were dozens of people gathered in a large white room, and after a few moments of mingling they were eventually separated into pairs, sometimes sets of three, and distributed to various sections of the room, mobil porno each containing beds. On the command of someone off-screen, a husky “Begin!”, the people began stripping off their clothes. I can still remember gaping at the screen and wondering what the heck was going on. One moment everyone was just standing around talking, and the next they were all naked and kissing and touching each other in ways no one had to tell me were inappropriate. That’s how I discovered what sex was. I discovered that a man’s penis was much larger and scarier looking than I imagined, and alman porno that it stuck up when a man was ready for sex, and that it leaked whitish fluid—though I didn’t know why. And I discovered that a woman, too, could leak fluid from her vagina, and that there were holes down there where a penis could enter, and that there were certain places to touch that could make a woman moan. I learned that sex involved putting a man’s penis in your mouth and leaning back so that he could squirt that whitish liquid all over your face. I learned that it was spreading alexis texas porno your legs and allowing a man to burrow his face between them until you screamed. I learned that it was having your breasts tugged, bitten, licked, until the nipples hardened to pebbled points and red teeth marks and finger bruises peppered the delicate skin. I learned that sex was filthy. It was disgusting. It was sinful. It was something I shouldn’t have ever been watching. It was something I shouldn’t have ever found appealing. And yet… And yet I couldn’t deny the wetness between my thighs, or the strange heat that had begun to spread there since the first sight of a fully naked man and woman had appeared on screen. I had watched, avidly, as a man’s fingers dipped in between one woman’s legs, stroking her vagina with long swipes of his large fingers, and squirmed.

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The sunlight shining through the window and the soft chirp of birds stir me in my sleep and interrupt my dream. With my eyes closed and mind still only half awake, I roll over to wrap my arm around your sleeping form, only to find nothing there but empty space on the bed. I open my eyes and the visual confirmation of your absence reminds me – it’s Monday. I twist my body under the sheets back to the center of our bed, my auburn hair partly covering my face as I close my eyes again. There’s a leftover desire burning between my thighs, perhaps from the dream that ended abruptly a short time ago; or was it many hours ago? It’s so hard to tell with dreams. I don’t even remember it well, the visions flew out of my head as soon as I stirred. But the desire still exists, and I slip a hand down beneath the sheets pressing it between the soft, sensitive skin of my thighs. Beep Beep Beep Beep I’m snapped awake by my alarm clock and reach up above my head to turn it off. The shower calls. I toss the sheets aside and slide out of bed, pull my hair out of my face, and sleepily walk to our bathroom. I gradually wake up as I go about my morning business, looking out the window at the clear blue sky and feeling the fresh breeze tickling my skin. I can tell it’s going to be a beautiful early summer day. Turning away from the sink, I discard my nightclothes on the tiles and step into the shower, my senses coming alive under the spray of warm water. The steady stream pours over my body, washing away any remaining vestiges of the night. I eagerly rub shampoo into my long hair and spread my favorite body wash over my skin, scrubbing myself clean. After rinsing, I enjoy a good soak before I turn the water off and grab a towel, running it firmly over my arms, legs, chest and back. The normally soft fibers seem rough on my sensitive skin, altyazılı porno but I enjoy it. I wrap the towel around my head and finish my morning bathroom routine of make-up, hair and some faint body spray. Once back in our bedroom I stand nude in front of my closet, considering my clothing options for the day. Picking through a drawer of undergarments, I decide to go with black as my theme. A pair of white panties and matching bra to enhance my modest bosom will go nicely underneath the business suit I’m considering. I slip the panties up my legs and reach for a pale blue blouse and my black skirt, finishing the ensemble with a black business jacket. I button up my shirt, looking at myself in the mirror as I do so. Feeling somewhat liberated, I hesitate near the top of my blouse, considering the last button, normally buttoned up tight for a more reserved look. I do have a meeting today, perhaps I should be modest. I button it, but reserve the right to reconsider. I pull my jacket on and select a pair of black heels to complete the look. I take one last, quick look in the mirror to adjust my hair, wondering what it is that makes me feel so confident this morning. The lovely summer weather? My clothes? Knowing you’re desiring me despite the distance that temporarily separates us? I ponder these things as I head downstairs to grab some breakfast. ************************* It’s afternoon now and I’ve just finished up a lunch meeting with three colleagues. One of them, a man about my age, is quite attractive with natural good looks. He has those eyes, eyes that make me want to melt whenever they meet mine. I’m not sure whether he was flirting with me or not, but whenever he looked my way his smile appeared to grow and his eyes seemed to linger one second longer than they had to. He knows I’m married, but zenci porno probably figures it’s just a harmless flirt. Or maybe it’s all in my mind. Either way, it excites me to think that an attractive man is looking at me. I now have a seven block walk back to my office. My intuition about the weather today was a bit off. While the sky is still clear, it looks like the summer heat and humidity has decided to make an entrance. The morning’s relatively cool air has been pushed aside and it’s quite muggy now. As I walk, I try to keep my pace measured so I don’t get too warm, but I’m losing that battle; I can feel a little perspiration under my arms and a slight tingle at the back of my neck where my hair starts. I stop to pull an elastic band out of my purse and pull my hair up to keep it off my neck. I also remove my jacket, but that’s not quite enough in this heat. I have to undo the top button on my blouse, making the swell of my breasts clearly visible to any eyes that might wander my way. In fact, a young man walks by and stares in my direction as I make these alterations. A half smile crosses his face and his eyes travel the length of my body, but I’m not concerned. I feel sexy and confident as I resume my walk, letting my hips sway back and forth more than usual. I can feel my arousal humming between my thighs by the time I reach the front door of my office building. The hot, sticky weather makes me feel alive, and the eyes of the various men on me make me aware of my own sexuality. I have no desires for them, but knowing they desire me is exciting! The coolness of the air conditioned office building hits me as I open the door. It’s a relief, but also an indication I must try to get my mind off of my desires and back into my work. I sit down at my desk and open my email. There’s aldatma porno one from you saying you hope I’m enjoying my day (Oh, am I ever!) and that you’re having a productive time on your trip. You tell me you were thinking about me last night and wishing I was there with you (I know exactly what you mean!) and that you love me. My heart beats faster. I write back one sentence: What would you have done had I been there last night? I don’t normally write things like that to you, but I’m not myself today. I have a hard time keeping my mind on my work the rest of the day, my mind is buzzing with sexual energy and it’s difficult to contain my desire. I have to tell myself: Focus, Erica, focus. The time ticks by too slowly. A little before five o’clock you send me an email, it says simply: By the time you arrive home, there will be another email from me. Enjoy. At the stroke of five I’m away from my desk and walking quickly out the front door. I walk the two blocks to the metro and arrive on the platform hoping for a quick commute so I can get home and check my email. Unfortunately, it’s not to be, the platform is crowded with people; the trains are behind schedule. Frustrated, I position myself to survive the onslaught of riders trying to get onto the next train. It arrives in about twenty minutes. The doors open and passengers disembark. A mob of people with me in the middle surges forward and presses onto the metro car. I’m pushed forward and, finally, as the doors close behind us, the pushing relents a bit. I’m still pressed between a mass of bodies and one of the handhold poles. I barely maintain hold of my purse. I can feel someone behind me, pressed against my back. I glance back. It’s a younger man a little taller than me. He smiles at me and I return it. He’s close enough I can smell him. It’s a manly smell, enticing, and in my state, arousing. As the train moves the mass of passengers sways back and forth. I can feel the young man’s hips pressing against my rear. The train stops and starts. I sway back into the man, pressing my ass against his crotch. It’s then I feel it.

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