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Learning Curve Ch. 10

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An exhausted but satiated Alena sat soaking in the bathtub when Ellie returned from her date at almost 4 AM.

“You’re taking a bath at this hour?” Ellie said and then giggled lewdly, “You really must have gone at it.”

“Did I ever get laid tonight,” Alena admitted as if Ellie hadn’t already guessed.

“Me too,” Ellie confessed.

“Welcome to the club,” Alena said a moment later, before confessing that she was concerned about their “dates” the next evening because her pussy was sore from all the fucking she’d gone through with the married couple.

“I know how to take care of that little problem,” Ellie laughed softly.

“Oh, really?” Alena said, thinking Ellie wanted to go down on her. “I’m not really up for anymore sexual activity tonight, Ellie.”

“Oh … it’s not really sexual. Well it is and it isn’t. I’m talking about continuing your bath and following it with a massage.”

“Mmmm, that does sound nice, but ….”

“I know you’re tired, but this will not only relax you, but will take away the soreness down there.” She pointed at Alena’s pussy to accentuate her words.

“Well ….” Alena said and gave in as Ellie was already removing her clothing. Once she too was nude, she rummaged through the medicine cabinet and produced a tube, saying, “This has almost magical powers.” That said, Ellie poured some bath oil that smelled of lavender into the warm water and stirred it with her hands.

Sliding into the water and facing Alena, Ellie said, “Here, let me help wash your hair.”

Alena almost purred as her roomie lavished her full attention on doing her hair. They soaked in the warm water for a time with Ellie soaping Alena’s breasts and slowly washing them, causing Alena to look at her friend through half-lidded eyes as she became aroused with sexual want.

Ellie helped Alena from the tub and handed her a towel to dry herself. Ellie did the same and then they moved into Alena’s bedroom.

With Alena lying on her back, Ellie went about the room lighting scented candles.

“Where did you learn to do this?” Alena asked her voice tinged with sleepiness.

“Asian’s place great reliance on massage; it has many curative powers, one of which you will soon see for yourself.” Ellie left the room momentarily, returning with several slices of papaya. “Here, sit up and try some fruit,” and gently covering Alena’s hand when it reached out for the fruit, fed her with her fingers, making sure that they touched Alena’s lips as the fruit entered her mouth.

“Mmmm, I wasn’t hungry, or at least I thought I wasn’t, but that tasted so good.”

Ellie let some of the papaya juice dribble down Alena’s chin. “Do you need to use the bathroom?” Ellie inquired as she dabbed away the remnants of juice from Alena’s face and chin.

“No, I’m okay, thank you.”

Ellie joined Alena on the bed and sat facing her, then took both her hands in hers and said, “Now we breathe together.”

“What?”

Ellie was staring into Alena’s eyes, “Take a deep breath. Take it from your belly like this …” she demonstrated what she wanted Alena to do, and Alena mimicked her actions. Soon they were breathing in tandem.

“Good, keep doing that,” Ellie said softly. “Lift your hips just a little.”

Alena did and Ellie slipped a small pillow under her. Now Alena was lying on her back again with another pillow under her head. Ellie sat between her legs, cross-legged, and looking directly into Alena’s eyes said, “Bend your knees slightly and then let them fall open.”

Placing a hand on Alena’s stomach, Ellie said, “Remember to keep breathing from your belly, it’s important.”

When satisfied that Alena was breathing properly, Ellie began the massage, starting with Alena’s feet, gradually moving up to her calves and then her thighs.

Alena was silent, except for an occasional gratifying moan of pleasure. Ellie was careful to avoid the inner thighs and of course the vagina, but did gravitate to Alena’s breasts, which she massaged thoroughly, pulling and stretching them, but avoiding any direct contact with the nipples.

“Mmmm, so nice … so nice,” Alena murmured, as Ellie labored over her breasts.

“I … I never thought of doing anything like that myself,” she added moments later.

“Frankly, neither did I,” Ellie confessed. But after my first Yoni I started doing it as a matter of course.”

“Your first Yoni?”

“That’s what this kind of massage is called … Y-o-n-i.”

“Ohhh.”

Ellie studied Alena, and satisfied that she was breathing correctly, she moved to Alena’s inner thighs and pelvis, until satisfied that the tension had left her body and she was fully relaxed.

“Alena? May I touch you?”

“You’ve been touching me,” Alena giggled.

“I mean your Yoni … or pussy.”

“You go right ahead, if it’s anything like what you’ve been doing I want you to spend as much time as you like on my … Yoni, is it?”

“Yes, your Yoni.”

“Go for it, Ellie, but remember, it’s quite sore. It’s seen a lot of use Eskort Bayan tonight.”

“I know, but this will make it better.”

Ellie picked up the massaging oil and let it drip over Alena’s out labia. She was generous with the oils, and spent a considerable time gently rubbing the oil into Alena’s vaginal folds using a slow, steady motion, squeezing each lip between her thumb and forefinger and stroking up and down the entire fold.

“How’s that feel, Alena?”

“Jesus … but that feels good!” Alena croaked hoarsely.

“Want a sip of water?”

“Yes, please,” Alena replied and opened her mouth bird-like when Ellie held a small glass of water to her mouth.

After she put the glass of water down, Ellie began concentrating on Alena’s inner lips, again squeezing each one and stroking them as she had the outer folds. Alena was purring with pleasure and Ellie could see her friend’s juices starting to flow as she worked the innermost folds. There was no hurry in her movements. She knew to spend considerable time at this juncture, considering it a sacred place, and as such took the time to worship every soft, delicate fold she found.

“OH … OH … OHHH!” Alena moaned softly the moment Ellie stroked over her clitoris.

Ellie smiled and Alena opened her eyes and saw the smile and returned it, which Ellie found gratifying.

Then using clockwise stokes, she repeated the same process used on Alena’s vaginal folds, squeezing gently and then, departing slightly by pulling soothingly on it before switching to counterclockwise strokes, all of which was geared to stimulate the clitoris and arouse Alena to the point of orgasm but not beyond.

“May I enter your Yoni?” Ellie whispered.

“OHHH, YES!”

The words were still echoing in Alena’s brain when she felt two of Ellie’s fingers sliding into her very moist passageway. Ellie was careful not to finger fuck her friend, and concentrated on giving her inner passage the same kind of massage as she had the outer folds. This meant discovering what Alena felt like inside and allowing Alena to feel her worshiping her while she experienced the pleasurable sensations of her own body.

This also mean that Ellie slowly explore Alena’s inner textures, the smoother parts and the slightly rougher, spongy part that comprised her G-spot. But gliding past it and moving a fraction of an inch at a time, pressing in, then easing up and moving on. When encountering a spot that might prove painful, and there were several, she stopped moving, but kept her fingers in place until that body part grew accustomed to the pressure and relaxed, thereby freeing any frustration or trauma that may have been locked in place.

Alena started to cry, and Ellie quickly whispered that it was all right to cry. It helped with the massage.

“It does?” Alena sniffed.

“It’s good to cry, it helps heal the Yoni.”

“Really?” she sniffed again, but seemed reassured and Ellie saw Alena relaxing again and continued.

“You may feel something like a buildup of heat way down in there, this too is good. It’s all about releasing … letting things flow. What we’re doing is bringing strong emotions—fear, anxiety, or even joy—could come up. So let them flow, baby, let them flow.”

Ellie shifted her hand slightly so that now her ring finger and middle finger were inside Alena’s vagina, with the palm facing up and as far into her as they could go.

OHHH!” Alena rasped hoarsely.

“That’s right, I’m going to massage your G-spot, baby.” Then crooking the fingers back towards the palm she touched the soft spongy spot.

“This is your sacred spot, you may know it as your G-spot, but in Tantra, it’s the sacred spot, or place.”

“I KNOW! I KNOW!” Alena rasped again.

“Relax, baby, relax. Keep breathing for me … that’s right … that’s a good girl,” Ellie cooed as she massaged Alena’s G-spot.

“How’s it feel?”

“Wonderful. I do feel like peeing, but I know my bladder’s almost empty.”

“That’s right, sweetie. Feels good, huh?”

“OHHH, FUCK YEAH!”

To add to Alena’s pleasure, Ellie used the thumb on her free hand to stimulate Alena’s clitoris.

“Feel good?”

“FUCK YEAH!”

Want to feel even better?”

“SURE!”

Ellie couldn’t help but giggle as she inserted a pinky into Alena’s anus and continued massaging her in that manner until Alena reached a powerful orgasm, with her pelvic area lurching up from the bed several times before settling down with a huge shudder.

“Are you all right?” Ellie asked with some concern after quickly removing her fingers.

Alena didn’t reply for a moment, and then gasped, “That was awesome, Ellie, absolutely awesome!”

“Good, but there’s a little more before we’re finished, Alena, remember to breathe deeply and you can have several more orgasms.”

“Breath deep … Breath deep …” Alena chanted as if murmuring a mantra.

The using one hand to massage Alena’s breasts, and the other her clitoris, Ellie resumed her massage, bringing Alena to three more powerful climaxes before she whimpered that she’d had enough.

There was a sheen of perspiration covering Ellie’s nude body as she brought her right hand down between her legs. “I hope you’ll forgive me, but I need to relieve my own tensions now,” and without bothering to hide what she was doing, Ellie masturbated right in front of a very bemused Alena.

“I can go down on you if you want me too,” Alena offered.

“That’s very kind of you, but no thank you. It wouldn’t be in keeping with what follows the massage. Now you need to sleep. Don’t mind me. I’ll be finished soon, I promise, and I’ll sleep in my own bed.”

“We still on for tomorrow?” Alena asked sleepily.

“You mean tonight? You bet, we’re going stun whoever it is wants to screw us!”

Both girls laughed at that and moments later, Ellie heard Alena start to snore. She brought herself off and quietly left the bed and returned to her own room and curled up under the covers and sleep like a baby. ________________________________________

They woke up around noon, threw on some clothes and went out for breakfast at the House of Pancakes. Ellie wasn’t sure about what to wear that night and so they hit the mall, and shopped until four. Then loaded with apparel, they returned home and showered together, but refrained from any sexual activities, although it was apparent that both were very interested.

A light dinner followed and then they began readying themselves for their clients.

“Who are they?” Ellie inquired as she affixed her second earring.

“I really don’t know. I have an address another client gave me. All I know is they pay big bucks and that’s what we’re doing it for … right?”

“Right, absolutely right,” Ellie replied. “It’s not like we’re whores. We’re entertainment, High Class entertainment.”

“Hey, don’t kid yourself, Ellie. Tonight we’re whores, or whatever they want us to be. Almost anything goes, including anal and golden showers.

“I can do anal, but golden showers?”

“You can shower after. It’s not so bad.”

“So … like you’ve done it?”

“Yeah, I’ve done it, and more,” Alena replied, “We better call a cab. We’re running a little late.”

“If I know men, they’ll wait,” Ellie laughed.

“Who says they’re all men,” Alena shot back.

“No shit!” Ellie gasped. “You think?”

“I don’t get paid to think about the client. I go with the flow. You should be prepared for anything. They are paying big bucks. I mean that. This is a big money night. Most aren’t anywhere close to this.”

“Yeah,” Ellie giggled, “I’m getting wet just thinking about it. Hey, the cab’s just pulling up.”

“Grab your purse and let’s go,” Alena said, opening the door and stepping out to wave at the cab driver.

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“Where to ladies?” the cabby asked genially, as he took a good look in the rear view mirror when each girl climbed into the backseat. He had it down to a science. A woman would enter the cab carefully preventing someone on the sidewalk from getting too good a look at their legs, or God forbid, up their skirts. But in doing so they open themselves to exposing more than they ever thought they would to the driver as they had to open their legs to enter and sit down. And when two women got in it was even better as they slid across the backseat to make room for the other, usually widening the gap between their legs.

The driver would often regale his drinking buddies with stories, especially about the large numbers of women who went commando on going out for an evening.

The only disappointment he got from Alena and Ellie was that neither had gone pantiless. But with their short mini-dresses, they afforded him a wonderful look up both their skirts that kept him hard for an hour afterward.

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“Just drive, I’ll give you an address in a minute, driver,” Alena answered as she took her cell phone out and dialed the number she’d been given.

“Hi, this is Alena. We’re in the cab, where shall I tell him to go?”

The voice on the other end provided an address and she relayed it to the driver, who shook his head to clear it of sex and concentrate on figuring out where the address was.

Twenty minutes later they pulled up to a large luxury apartment in the heart of the city. Alena paid the driver and they got out of the cab and headed for the well lighted entrance.

“Alena!”

Both girls turned toward the unfamiliar voice.

“Yes?” Alena said questioningly.

“You don’t know me, but I’m to deliver you to your clients for this evening,” a ruggedly handsome oriental man said reassuringly. “You may call me Mr. Lee.”

“I … I thought it was this address,” Alena said, suddenly unsure of herself.

“Let’s just call it a starting point,” Mr. Lee said and gestured to a sleek black limousine parked just up the street from the apartment’s entrance. “Your clients would prefer that you not know where they live.”

Alena shrugged in acceptance, it was unusual to say the least, but the client was paying handsomely for the night, and she turned to face an equally puzzled Ellie and said, “Let’s not keep the clients waiting, Ellie,” and they followed the oriental chauffeur to the limo and got in.

“There are two blindfolds on the seat beside you, ladies. Would you please be kind enough to put them on for the duration of our short ride?”

Both girls donned the blindfolds without protest, and the limo pulled away from the curb and proceeded at a rapid pace toward their destination, which was actually several blocks away, but the driver, following instructions, made it seem as if they were traveling a much greater distance, before pulling into an underground garage and parking.

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During the ride, Ellie whispered to Alena, “Did you notice that he hardly gave us a glance?”

“Yeah, you think he might be gay?”

“I dunno, it’s hard to tell, but he is kinda good looking, so ….” She let the sentence dangle.

“Is he Chinese, you think?” Alena whispered a short time later to her half Asian girlfriend.

“No, my guess is he’s half Korean, half Filipino, but half Korean for sure,” Ellie whispered back.

When he turned off the engine, the chauffeur spoke for the first time since asking them to don the blindfolds.

“You may remove the blindfolds, ladies. I have only one thing, or request for you,” he paused and without even glancing at them from the rear-view mirror said, “On entering the first room I will leave you there and close the door behind you. It is expected that you will remove your clothing and have sex with one another. Following that, someone will come for each of you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Alena said speaking for the two of them. “We’re putting on a show. Someone or someone’s will be watching our performance.”

“That is correct. Please make it a good and through performance. One piece of advice, don’t fake any orgasms. If you don’t cum, fine, but we will know if it’s faked and you will be punished for it.”

And then he was gone, closing the door after him.

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Both Alena and Ellie stared at each other, and then both looked around the room. There was a bed, with clean silken sheets and several pillows. Several feet from the foot of the bed was a large portable closet with some wooden hangers for their clothing. Off to one side was a small bathroom with a toilet and a shower and several large Turkish towels on a rack. There was no window, but there was a large mirror behind which the girls knew the client, or clients were watching, and probably videoing them.

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“In for a penny ….” Alena said flippantly.

“Um, looks light we’re gonna reprise last night without the oils,” Ellie said quietly. “Yeah, well about last night ….”

“Shush, let’s just go with the flow. But this time I’m taking charge unless you object.”

“No … no, I don’t, Alena. But knowing they’re watching gives me the heebie-jeebies.”

“Watch the nerves, Ellie. Remember, we’re professionals and they’re watching us behind the mirror.”

“Um, should we kiss for starters?”

“For starters, yeah,” and the two embraced then their mouths approached, slowly, hesitatingly, lips parted and glistened. They approached, retreated, glanced and danced, and approached each other again. They brushed their lips lightly against each other, lightly flicked tongues and looked sideways into each other’s eyes. They put their arms around each other’s shoulders, they giggled, and then they finally, lovingly, planted their lips together in a long, loud, loving, slurping smooch.

Alena didn’t need to coach Ellie on how to kiss; Ellie just went with it and soon placed both of her hands on Alena’s breasts and blatantly kneaded and massaged them through her dress.

On hearing Alena moan, Ellie clamped her mouth on Alena’s neck and nibbled at her jugular causing Alena to throw her head back in sheer joy at this totally unexpected treatment from her roomie.

A minute or so later, Alena reciprocated, sending her tongue into Ellie’s ear and around the folds of the lobe and into the cavern of the ear itself. Her actions left the Eurasian girl squirming with pleasure.

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The passion generated by the two women was a revelation to the two Orientals watching behind the two-way mirror. What they usually encountered in similar scenarios had been a lackluster, mostly disinterested skirmish between the women performing for them. But this was certainly different. The women were undeniably interested in one another, and it seemed that they hadn’t realized it until thrust together in that room.

The two men loosened their ties and wiped their brows with their bar napkins, having become almost as aroused as the females they were watching entwine their thighs and humping one another.

“They’re tribbing, with their clothes on,” Mr. Mr. observed out loud. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen that before.”

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Correcting Misbehavior on its Own Level

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It had been a hot, humid day, so thick that you could cut out a piece of it and put it in your pocket and take it home with you. That kind of hot. Sweltering hot. “I-think-I’m-gonna-die” kind of hot. The kind of hot that amplifies the flies buzzing around your head kind of hot. Well, you get the idea. It was miserable. But then, this was Miami for you. What did you expect in late July?

“Mommm! Throw a pizza in the oven for us. We’re hungry” yelled Melanie Matthews. Melanie and her friends were sitting around the pool sipping their sodas and trying to keep cool under the warm, muggy shade of the back patio by the screened in pool. It was a typical Saturday at home, a few friends hanging out at Melanie’s house because she was the one with the nice pool and a fridge full of sodas. Summer was well under way, High School was finished and there was still time to make the most of a good summer before beginning her studies at the local university in September.

“Get it yourself if you’re hungry, Miss Mel,”her mother shot back, “I’m busy, besides, you all just had lunch a little over an hour ago!”

“Hmph!” Melanie snorted, loud enough for her mother to hear, not to mention her friends. Melanie was spoiled and her friends weren’t much better, though they never would have spoken to their own mother with the same contempt that their young host had just shown. Her friends exchanged uncomfortable looks amongst themselves.

The several of them had been hanging out at her house all day, helping her father get their boat ready for next weekend, when an outing with her friends was planned for her late graduation party. Her Dad had told her that if she could round up a few of her friends to help with the preparations, then they could have her party on the water instead of at home. The idea sounded like a winner to her, since all of them loved the water, but the boat hadn’t been used much for a few awhile and needed some basic maintenance before it was seaworthy. Her Dad had been too busy with work, and had told her that the maintenance on the boat would take about 3 days to complete and he didn’t have time to do that before her party, unless, of course, she would be willing to do it instead. To her, that sounded like too much work, and spoiled brat that she was, she put her mind to work to find a way to get it done without lifting much more than a finger. She would have her friends over on the Saturday before the party and ask them to “volunteer” their help to do the work. But knowing Melanie, it would be more like “drafting” their help.

Her friends had arrived in their swimsuits, with street clothes over, expecting to spend several hours splashing in the pool and enjoying polishing their tans, but they no sooner arrived than Melanie said, “Hey guys, my Dad said we could use the boat for my graduation party next weekend, but it needs a couple of things done before we can use it. Help me get it done and then we can jump in the pool afterwards.” Her Dad gave her a questioning look, but got the supplies out of the tool shed and instructed them how the work should be done, then busied himself with other chores in the back yard as they got to work. That way, he could be available if they ran into any problems. So they had spent the morning cleaning and waxing his boat for the following weekend, while Melanie stood around and gabbed with her friends while they did all the work. They were just about finished working and had just jumped into the pool to cool off when her Mom had announced that lunch was ready, so there really hadn’t been any time to enjoy the pool. Her friends grumbled under their breath.

Once lunch was eaten, Melanie piped up and announced that they only had one more thing to do and the boat would be ready. “My Dad said that the boat needed the wheel bearings greased before it could be put in the water, and I don’t know anything about wheel bearings, could you help me out?”

Two of her friends did their own work on their old cars, so, rolling their eyes, they said, “Yes, we can help you, Melanie,” wondering what she would come up with for them to do next. Once again, her dad got what was needed to do the maintenance and gave Melanie a dirty look as she stood back and watched as her friends did the work. When that chore was finally complete, it was already 3 PM and they all had to leave by 3:30 because Melanie’s family had planned to have dinner at her Grandma’s house that evening. So they didn’t get to spend much time in the pool as they had hoped to. All that work and no payoff, and it had been soooo hot! Needless to say, her friends felt like they were being taken advantage of and were ready to say as much to her about it.

Gina, her best girlfriend, spoke up and said, “Melanie, I wish you would have told us that what you really wanted to do today, and we would have gladly helped you, but you gave us the impression that this was going to be a day to just hang out by the pool, swim and just chill out.”

Her dad happened to be standing nearby and when he overheard Gina’s comment, and Escort his ears started to burn. Gina’s boyfriend, who helped with the wheel bearings chimed in his agreement and added, “That’s right, Melanie. We’re your friends, but you really shouldn’t treat your friends this way. You should have asked us if we could help with getting your Dad’s boat ready for your party instead of making us think that we were going to have fun and then dumping lots of work on us. That would have been a far more honest approach. You’ve been taking us all for granted the last few weeks, and I, for one, am not happy about it. As your friend, I care enough about you to be tolerant of an occasional screw up, but you have taken it way past that. You really need to be more careful about that in the future.” Her friend stepped back as he finished this last sentence because her dad had stepped into the circle and gave Melanie a long, questioning look down his fatherly nose.

“Melanie?” said her Dad, “is this true? Have you been mistreating your friends lately? Hmmmm……?”

Melanie got real quiet, suddenly finding the grass beneath her feet very interesting.

Her Dad pressed her again, “Well…….?”

“Well, Dad, I……um…..I…..er…..”

“Come on, Sweetie, talk to me….”

“Daddy…..I…….oh, well……I guess I……”

“You guess what, Melanie?”

“I guess I have been just a little impolite to my friends……”

“Has she been impolite to you?” her Dad asked her friends.

Her friends looked at her Dad, then looked at each other, then looked back at her Dad, again. Finally, Gina’s boyfriend volunteered, “Yes, I’m afraid she has. She’s been rather selfish lately, from what I’ve seen.”

“Oh? How so?” her Dad inquired.

“Well,” he began, “ever since school let out, its like she’s become another person. I think she’s decided that everyone else has to carry the load, but not her. When we go places as a group, we have always pitched in as a group for whatever it costs to do something, but since school let out she hasn’t done her share. In fact, since school let out, we have had to pay her way every time we’ve gone somewhere. I don’t know why she does this, I mean, she has a part-time job and all. Its just that she’s not doing her part anymore.”

Her Dad was looking at Melanie intently as Gina’s boyfriend was telling his side of things. “Melanie,” he said, “is this true?”

Melanie hesitated for a long time before she spoke up. “Well……I……I’m……I’m saving my money for when I go to the university in September. I will need some things and I want to be sure I have enough money to buy them when the time comes.”

“Sweetheart, we talked about this before you graduated, remember? I told you that if you weren’t making enough money to save up for September and go places with your friends, that you would have to refrain from going places with your friends as often, didn’t I?”

“Well……yes…..” Melanie hesitated.

“I also told you that buying those things that you wanted to decorate your dorm room with were entirely your responsibility, not your parents’ responsibility, to buy, and that if you really wanted them, then you needed to plan for them, so you may have to cut some of your activities out that you have become accustomed to doing, such as going to the movies with your friends. Now, I’m not against your hanging out with your friends, but I am against you taking advantage of them.”

Suddenly Melanie felt very immature for what she had done. “I’m sorry Daddy, I just wanted to be with them, because I won’t be able to see them after school starts again, except during holidays.”

“Honey, that’s the way life is. You take care of your responsibilities first, and you have recreation later. You will have to make some sacrifices in life to get what you want. That’s what I’ve taught you, isn’t it?”

“Well, yes, but……but I just wanted to be with them, that’s all. I mean, its summer time, and I’ve always kicked back and had fun when school was out, you know that,” she said, trying to justify her actions.

“Melanie, you’re not a little girl anymore. You’ve become a young woman, and young women are supposed to be responsible for themselves and that includes both their needs and their wants. They should also treat others with respect, and you haven’t done that for the last few weeks, have you?” her Dad pressed, more to drive his point home about her irresponsibility and disrespect than to ask if she was guilty or not. Her Dad knew her friends, had known most of them since she was in grade school. He knew that they were telling him the truth.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said, “I’ll do better, I promise” sounding more immature by the minute. Her friends were obviously embarrassed by this conversation that they were participating in, but they were her friends, and they cared about her and wanted her to learn these important lessons in life, so they stuck around.

“Melanie, I’m very disappointed in you. You have not been behaving like a mature young woman. In fact, you’ve been behaving more like a little girl, and I see that I’m going to have to do something that will speak to the level of your behavior to ensure that you don’t do this again. Your behavior is embarrassing to your family, not just to you. It is also embarrassing to your friends, judging by the look on their faces, but apparently they love you enough to stick with you anyway, hoping that you will do better. Isn’t that right?” he asked as he looked Gina, her boyfriend, and the rest of her friends in the eye. They all nodded their agreement. Her Dad continued, “Your behavior has been that of an immature girl, not an adult young woman who is beginning her higher education. Now you know that I have always believed in correcting misbehavior on its own level, and your behavior has been that of someone much younger. Therefore, I am going to deal with your misbehavior as though you were much younger, so that you will learn two things, one, how to be responsible, and two, that your being responsible will affect how you treat your friends and will cause you to show them respect. I want them to know that you will treat them with respect in the future. It is for this reason, that I am asking them to stick around while you are punished.”

Melanie’s eyes became as big as saucers and she suddenly felt sick as the magnitude of her father’s comments sank in. Surely he couldn’t be serious…….could he?! She remembered back to when she was younger, how that he had spanked her for mistreating her friends. Surely he wouldn’t give her the same punishment again as he had then…..would he?! No, it wasn’t possible, he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. She just could not accept that. Not no way. Not no how.

Then Melanie’s jaw dropped as she saw her father reaching for his belt buckle, unfastening his wide, smooth leather belt. For a moment, that’s all she could see…..in slow motion as it were, his belt being removed from his belt loops. She shuddered as she heard the “fftp, ffpt, ffpt, ffpt, ffpt, ffpt” sound as the belt cleared the belt loops where they had been only seconds ago. He was serious!!!

She panicked. “Daddy, I’m sorryyyyy! I’ll do better, I promise I will! Pleeeassseee, don’t do this.” Her Dad moved toward her, reaching for her forearm, but she drew back, dodging his outstretched hand.

“Melanie Ann Matthews, don’t you run away from me, unless you want double. Do you want double?”

Melanie froze, and turned toward her Dad, slowly, timidly taking a step toward him, even as her friends looked on. “Daddy, please….can’t we do this inside? Its time for my friends to leave, can’t you wait till they are gone??? Pleeeeease……..?” she pled, then whispering, with her biggest puppy dog eyes, “Please?”

“No, Melanie Ann. No. And you can get rid of the charm act, because it won’t do you any good. I have asked them to stay and they are staying because they care about you. You are going to be spanked right here, by the pool, with them watching, because you have disrespected them and they need to be reassured that you will never do this to them again. Now, come with me,” he said as he led her by the arm with one hand, his belt dangling from the other, toward the round patio table that they had been sitting at when they ate lunch.

Melanie walked with very short steps, trying with all her might to look cooperative while trying to buy her behind a few more moments’ grace from what was about to happen.

“Stop dragging your feet!” her Dad instructed as he marched her toward the table.

“Darn!” she thought to herself, “he’s rushing me off to the gallows.”

“OK, Melanie, you need to bend over the table and grab the far side and don’t let go. If you let go, I will add to your punishment. Do you understand me?”

She looked at her Dad with her mouth open and eyes wide. She couldn’t believe what he just told her. The last time she had been spanked was several years ago and it was over his knee, like it had always been, but this was something new…..and scary.

Her incredulous thoughts were interrupted with “If you hesitate any longer Young Lady, I will tell your Mom to bring the paddle so that I can spank you with that after I’m done using my belt. Would you like that to be added to your punishment?”

Melanie snapped out of her astonished pose with a shocked look and said, “But Daddy, you never spanked me like this when I was a little girl! You always spanked me over your knee…..” her words trailing off as it dawned on her that in her rush to defend herself, she was suddenly telling her friends intimate details of her past that she would rather them not know. She blushed beet red, feeling her face suddenly get very hot. She looked down at her feet.

“Sweetheart,” her dad explained, “you were a little girl back then. Now you are a young woman and things are going to be different.”

“Daddy, pleeeeeesssssse….not in front of my friends!”

“You’re stalling me.” He turned and opened the patio door a few inches, and called “Honey, please bring me the paddle from the desk drawer in my office. I need it to adjust our daughter’s attitude with.”

“Its about time,” her Mom said. “She’s been giving me a hard time the last several weeks while you’ve been out of town….I’ll be right there.”

Her Dad raised his eyebrows at her Mom’s editorial comment. Melanie felt like she could just die now that her Mom had just put the final nail in her coffin. Everyone was against her, she thought to herself.

“OK young lady, turn around and bend over like I told you!”

Reluctantly, Melanie turned around, stepped up to the round table and bent over it, reaching her hands out to grab hold of the far side. She flinched at the coolness of the table surface, considering how cool it was in comparison to how hot she knew her bottom was going to feel in a few moments. She was regretting stalling her Dad when he told her to bend over the table, because not only was she going to feel the lash of his belt, she was also going to feel the kiss of his nasty paddle after he put his belt down. And her friends were watching the whole thing…..talk about embarrassing! There’s never a deep, dark hole to crawl into when you need one!

Then a horrible thought crossed her mind….. She remembered her spankings when she was little, how that her Dad always took her panties down before he spanked her. Surely he wouldn’t do that today…..surely. She was older now and there was an audience……surely she wouldn’t have to suffer that indignity……she hoped…..

She felt his two fingers slide under the waistband of her bikini. Oh no. No. Not this….. “No Daddy. Please. Don’t pull them down, not in front of my friends!”

She felt her bikini being pulled down slowly and deliberately. “NOOOOOOO! Pull them back up! I don’t want them to see me bare!” She hoped that he would stop NOW. Her bikini was now down at the base of her round, white cheeks. Any further and her sex would be visible to everyone, but they continued their southern migration. “NOOOOOOOOOO! PLEEEEEEASSSSSSE! Don’t spank me bare, Daddy! DOOOOON”T!” She did a little stomping dance with her feet pounding the ground where she had them planted as she felt her bikini bottoms sliding lower and lower. Finally, they stopped at her knees, where he left them to stay. She couldn’t have been any more embarrassed than she was right now. Here she was, all bent over the patio table, holding on to the opposite side of the table, with her bikini bottoms parked around her knees for a spanking. And she was outside! What if those nosy little boys on the other side of the fence heard her pleading with her Dad to do things differently, and got curious? They might not be able to resist the temptation to climb up and have a little peek. Make that a long stare. Boy, they would get an eyeful, that’s for sure!

Her Mom arrived at the patio door with the dreaded paddle in hand. “Here you go, Honey. Use it well,” she encouraged her husband.

“Don’t worry, I will,” he returned.

Yes, everyone was against her today; that was obvious to anyone.

Her Dad turned took the paddle from her Mom and placed it down on the table beside Melanie where she could see it. Dang that paddle!!! It was torture just to know that it was within inches of her, never mind how it felt also knowing that very soon it would be stinging the daylights out of her tender, young bottom. Just the thought made her behind tingle in anticipation.

Her Dad doubled his belt, smooth side out, holding the buckle end in his strong right hand…..and then holding it in both hands, snapped it together, making a loud sound mimicking the sound of leather on bare flesh. Melanie jerked with surprise as though he had delivered the first lick to her upturned bottom. “Now Melanie,” he said, “I am going to give you twenty licks with the belt. They are going to be good, solid licks. They are going to hurt. In fact, they are going to hurt a lot. You need to hold still while I am giving them to you. Do you understand?”

“20??? But Dad! You never gave me that many before! Why so many?”

“Because, Sweetheart, you are not a little girl, even though you have been acting like one. If I give you a little girl’s punishment for what you have done, you will not learn your lesson. You will quickly forget, and you will do the same thing again, and I don’t intend for you to have to repeat this lesson again, ever. Your behavior has been that of a little girl, but your punishment will be suitable for a girl who is much older.” He continued, “Now, I said that you will need to hold still. It won’t be easy, but since you are older now you have enough control, should you choose to exercise it, to make yourself hold still, so I expect you to keep your hands in place and stay down on the table through all twenty of your licks. If you raise up off the table, I will add another lick for every time that you raise up. If you move your hands from their place, I will also add another lick for every time you remove your hands. If you feel you just cannot control yourself and feel that you simply have to rub your bottom during your licks, then I will add two more licks to the total for every time you try to rub your bottom. Do you understand me, Young Lady?”

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Toys for Toots Ch. 02

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Chapter 2

“Wake up — it’s time to get divorced!”

Now those were words to get a man like me excited! That woke me right up and got my complete and undivided attention! We had a slight detour or two getting out of the door though. Her bags were already packed and my small overnight bag was still out in my trunk but we got a tad distracted while in the process of more thoroughly greeting each other while she changed out of her uniform. In fact, at one point we were both nude on her bed kissing like we were drowning while I was attempting to enter her for our first fuck when she rolled me off of her.

“Not here!” She gasped, trying to catch her breath. “I want our first time together to be special … preferably in a cheesy Vegas hotel room with mirrors on the ceiling, el cheapo champagne and hopefully a velvet Elvis painting hanging on the wall.”

She certainly had a point … but I had a raging hard-on that seemed a mile long that had sucked most of the blood out of my brain and into my cock. Somehow, she got us dressed and into the car and we started our long drive to Vegas but we hadn’t been on the road long before she unzipped me and got me nearly instantly rock hard again before leaning over to take me into her warm soft mouth.

“I’m not going to spread my legs until we get there, but here is a little something to take the edge off and encourage you to get there as soon as possible.”

She teased me for over an hour, alternating gentle stokes of her hand with light licks around the head of my cock. Then suddenly she would suck it all in, taking me as deep as possible until her nose was flat against my pubic bone. She’d head bob for awhile, but always stopping just when she thought I was getting close to cumming. Then she’d stop for awhile to kiss my cheek, stroke my hair and otherwise be a total tease. About the time we hit the Nevada border she finally took pity on me and let me shoot off deep in her mouth and throat, swallowing every drop and cleaning my cock with her tongue until she was satisfied that she’d sucked every possible drop.

I drove hard and fast but it was still nearly Noon by the time we got into Vegas. On the way, I got to hear all of the details of her trip. In short, the bastard Dennis had been two timing her for years. Once she got to the hotel in South Carolina, she had no trouble locating ‘his family’ — a very pregnant young blonde woman who was also very much under the impression that she was his only wife (he had told her that he was divorced). With the help of a friendly room service clerk later that evening, my Toots had no problem gaining entrance to their room and getting a few candid photographs of the happy couple in congress, suitable for framing, or presentation in divorce court. Then things got loud and messy to the extent that a brief visit by the local police became necessary.

To say that Dennis’ pregnant girlfriend Debbie was a tad annoyed to find her lover still legally married would be a great understatement, but being a gal of rather limited intellect and equally low moral character she stuck to her man irregardless – she was going to need a father for the baby and at least now her man would soon be definitely getting divorced.

You would think that it could have been a relatively simple divorce; a couple long separated, no children and no significant marital assets. Except for the curious odd fact that Dennis said he would fight the divorce every step of the way, or at least drag everything out for as long as possible … unless certain financial settlements could be arranged.

Actually, once I got all the facts, the only sense that I could make out of that mess was that Dennis really didn’t want to marry his pregnant girlfriend at all either, and as long as he remained legally married he couldn’t be made to. Additionally, Toots had discovered that she was actually proving the money for the payments on a very expensive car (a Nissan Z) that Dennis couldn’t hope to afford on his own. Ideally, to even consider agreeing to a divorce settlement, Dennis wanted to make sure that he’d keep the Z … and a bit of extra pocket money to get a good running head start away from his sure to be angry girlfriend (and her sure to be equally annoyed brothers). To complicate things further, Dennis had already signed his reenlistment papers along with a duty assignment extension at Langley, so it was obvious that he never had the slightest intention of joining Toots in Idaho.

In a perfect world, Toots should have been able to make a truce with the girlfriend and enlist the brothers to encourage Dennis to sign a quickie divorce now so that there could be an instant remarriage (without the inconvenience of being in a full body cast), but alas that strategy never worked out. The girlfriend may not have been the sharpest knife in the drawer but she was a bit too slippery to ever get pinned down to commit to anything and her brothers were a dodgy lot and in constant trouble with the law, Escort Kız making them nearly impossible to track down as well. All of them seemed to have their hands out as well, with a ‘what’s in it for me?’ attitude.

That left really just two options: getting a slick Vegas divorce law firm with suitable contacts in Virginia for handling an expensive multi-state divorce and fraud fight, or just paying the bastard Dennis off. Neither option was terribly attractive.

We were both itching to get into a hotel (any hotel) but we did have one order of business first. We needed to first find the divorce law firm that had been recommended to her so we could get an opinion as to exactly how deep the doo was likely to be. We got lost twice (hard to do in Vegas but we were pretty tired). Eventually we had to give up and find a pay phone to call the office for directions. Toots found a loose piece of paper in the back seat of my car and copied the directions down and got us there without any further hassle.

The lawyer didn’t seem too shocked with all of the details. I guess a lot of the world’s weirder divorces occur in Vegas. Anyway, he didn’t seem too discouraged and stated that technically, our case was a slam-dunk. The fraud bit might be a bit difficult to prove, but family law judges in Idaho, Nevada and Virginia were unlikely to take much of a shine to a virtual bigamist. She might not get any of her allotment-deducted money back, but she could make up for that (eventually) with assigned Alimony. Yes, it would take a bit longer and cost a bit more being contested, but she would win. 1000% guaranteed and in the end he would go to the cleaners.

But at a cost. The best round figure estimate was that the entire final mop-up of the sordid affair would end up costing her between $5000 and $10,000. Still, faced between the choice of paying off her ex-husband another couple of thousand and getting no alimony at all, it wasn’t much of a decision for her at all.

“I’d rather go to the poor house than give that rat bastard another dime. Do what you need to do to get the ball rolling — I’ll find a way to pay the bill … somehow.”

Toots signed the paperwork and wrote him a check for $1000, her entire savings, to cover the half of the initial retainer and to get the ball rolling. I wrote another check for the other $1000 needed to cover the rest and I promised another check for $1000 payable within seven days after the court filings were made. I’d have to pull that money from savings. I didn’t really have all that much stashed away — I had been using my extra part-time jobs to pay off my own car payment two years early, and as of now I only had about four payments left to make. Things were going to be tight everywhere for awhile.

As an aside, we asked our lawyer on the way out the door if he could recommend a Vegas hotel to us. He laughed and told us to hold on a moment while he made a quick phone call. A few minutes later he returned and handed us one of his business cards with the name of a famous strip hotel and the name of one of the managers.

“I phoned ahead for you, I’ve got low friends in high places. You’ve got a nice room all ready waiting for you, with a nice dinner tonight followed by a show and some extra free buffet passes for the rest of the weekend — all comp’d of course. They’ll probably throw in some play money too, so have fun with it but don’t get too carried away that you start to break out your pocket cash when it’s gone. Hide your plastic, don’t sign anything they might try to put in front of you and have a good evening.” He gave us a kindly wink and returned to his office.

Actually, this was some of the best advice from anyone either of us had ever received. True to his word, we received a nice free hotel room and got great service every step of the way. We did also get about $500 of ‘complimentary’ playing chips and resisted every blandishment they offered to sign for a nearly unlimited line of credit. That could have gotten ugly.

*******************

We both started a half-hearted attempt at some foreplay going up the elevator to our room but any momentum we might have created was lost the moment we laid down on that huge double bed. We were both exhausted and barely got undressed before we were both asleep. So much for other planned activities, at least for a little while.

It was nearly 8 p.m. when we woke up from our nap and dressed to rush down stairs to score our free steak dinners and to catch our show. Both were good and almost worth not staying in bed playing the entire evening. The sexual tension between us was growing by the minute and we could barely keep our hands off of each other throughout the entire evening. To tease me a bit further, Toots wanted to make at least one pass through the casino before retiring to other pleasures for the evening. We played the tables for an hour or two and did surprisingly well for ourselves. I think we came out about $600 ahead for the evening and were good and ready to quit for the night. Toots wanted to tease me just a bit more but after a few token pulls on some slot machine handles she decided that she’d worked me up enough and wanted to pull on a different sort of handle the rest of the night.

Nowadays, all casinos have fancy hidden cameras that can watch everything that happens in their elevators, but back then in the early 80’s I don’t think they had them installed yet. Too bad — they missed a great show! The doors were just starting to close when Toots dropped to her knees, unzipped me and released my cock and started to enthusiastically suck me all the way up to our upper floor. Another couple was on the elevator with us for most of the ride up got more than an eyeful … and a few ideas of their own for the evening.

Getting off on our floor (literally, not figuratively), Toots didn’t even bother to tuck my cock back in my pants. She just stood up and grabbed it firmly in her hand and began towing me to our room.

“Do you love me? She whispered while nibbling on my ear while I unlocked our room.

“Dearly! Madly!” I earnestly replied.

“Will you stay with me forever and never leave me alone ever again?”

“Never! Unthinkable!” I exclaimed while desperately trying to get her undressed.

“And be the father of all of my children, keeping me barefoot and pregnant?”

“Absolutely. There’s plenty of Dutch-Germans in my family and we can definitely do Kinder, Küche, Kirche if that’s the way you’d like it.” Our clothes now off I now had her on her back with her legs eagerly spread as she held my cock to guide it into her for the first time.

“Give me your cum lover, then give me your baby. I’m not on the pill and hopefully never will be. Tell me how much you love me while you fill up my belly.”

We didn’t get much talking done after that. No, we didn’t get her pregnant yet during that wonderful weekend, but it wasn’t due to lack of trying.

Sunday, about noontime we were lounging about bed in a delightful state of undress and each enjoying the other ones company. Toots didn’t need to be at work again until Tuesday at Noon and of course my hours were wildly flexible to begin with. We were in no hurry today to do much of anything, except to eventually find a couple of our free lunch coupons for the 24 hour buffet downstairs. We had finally fully consummated our love for each other the previous evening … vigorously … and repeatedly. This mornings erotic interludes were a bit more subdued and vastly prolonged, until the choice came down to either starting round
of lovemaking or else get something to eat … and then enjoy round
.

Toots was half-heartedly sorting through her purse to find our lunch coupons when she found the folded up paper with the driving instructions to our lawyer that she wrote upon yesterday and for amusement turned it over to read the advertising flyer printed on the other side. The flyer had been put on my windshield on Friday while I was having lunch at the Zipper and I’d taken it off my car and just tossed it unread into the back seat. Yes, I’m a tad bit of a slob … but fortunately I have other more loveable traits.

The flyer seemed to interest her and she was mildly curious about why I was visiting strip clubs until I reminded her about the odd dual nature of the Zipper — respectable diner by day, sinful den of iniquity by night. The flyer was advertising for an “Amateur Toy Night” to be held Friday two weeks from now, with an offered First Prize of $1000 for the winning lady.

Toots was more than a tad curious about this and I had to remind her several times that I’d only set foot into the place once after dark. I knew that about once a month they would run “Amateur Nights”, but usually just for normal stripping. Apparently a couple of times a year they let things get a bit wilder. It was sure to be sordid, I assured her.

My best guess, as I explained to her, was that the contestants would probably have to strip nude for the audience and then using dildos, vibrators and other cunningly designed objects, insert them into all of the obvious places in the nastiest and most unhygienic manner possible. Basically, the woman who fucked herself on stage with her nastiest toys the noisiest and messiest would take home the prize reward. More crudely put, stuffing one’s gash in the hopes of cash.

Toots ought to have been at least slightly horrified, but instead seemed to be a bit intrigued. I had to remember that her sexual education had been a tad limited lately, but this being Vegas, a remedy was quite soon found.

God Bless Las Vegas, and 50 plus channels of hardcore porn piped right into our bedroom!

It took a little bit of channel surfing but eventually I found something, kind of like what she was asking about. Actually the movie itself was a bit too tame, but it was at least erotic enough to be educational for Toots. So for most of the next hour we watched a succession of women masturbate with toys for the porno camera. There were all sorts of shapes and sizes of dildos, vibrators and butt plugs and Toots got more than a passing idea about how these implements could be utilized. The last scene in the film involved a pair of young women enjoying a double-ended dildo at the same time and before we knew it the two of us were hot and heavy at it again. So much for lunch.

“I’d buy you one of those two-headed things if you can find a girlfriend for the other end of it.” I told her later in bed jokingly.

“Hell, buy me one of those anyway and I’ll start looking for the girlfriend. That looked hot!” She replied, not quite facetiously. “Where do you go to get that sort of stuff anyway?” She queried with extreme interest.

This being Vegas, ‘Sin City’, finding a good erotic accessories and novelty shop was hardly a challenge, but I paid a bellhop ten bucks to get directions to a top quality one. Frankly it was the best ten dollars I’d ever spent in my life. I’d been into a small novelty shop a time or two in the past, but this one was a grand supermarket in comparison.

We’d already won a bit of real money last night in the casino and this was at least as useful and worthwhile as giving it to a lawyer, or just tossing it into a bonfire. We bought a bit of everything (talk about kids in a candy store) including some slutty lingerie, vibrators, dildos and a big set of butt plugs of various increasing sizes. I thought Toot’s eyes would pop out of her head when I told her where these would be going … and soon. Hehe.

The total was only slightly horrific but we still had some pocket change and a bit more of the casino play money for later. We quit while we could still pay the bill … and before I could locate any further increasingly large but amusing objects that I could insert deeply into my beloved’s delectable ass.

Toots did find a few indulgences of her own, the highlight being a fire engine red ‘party dress’ that left virtually nothing to the imagination. I loved it immediately at first sight. I had thoughts of dragging her back up to our room to ravish her again but cooler (and hungrier) heads prevailed. We got ourselves an early dinner at the buffet before we raced impatiently upstairs to unpack our new purchases to give as many as possible a good test drive. We didn’t quite get to use them all — or even half of them, but we made a good start.

We started off with Toots putting on her new gloriously slutty ‘party dress’. The material was thin, plainly showing where her nipples were nominally hidden, the cleavage ran deep and the bottom hem was scandalously short, falling just a few inches below her ass. Her panties were crotchless and covered a delicate garter belt with stockings. Absolutely delicious!

“Dance for me you wanton wench!” I commanded with a wink. “Then slowly strip off that dress and work that big white dildo into your nasty wet cunt while I watch!”

“Oooo … I always knew you were a big prick. Definitely a big prick, and much bigger than my ex’s. Strip off those pants and show it to me while I dance for you. I want to see what my reward will be later for good behavior.”

Actually it was quite a show, or at least it was until we both lost patience and started to screw again right on the bedroom floor. Well at least the carpet was deep and plush.

Eventually we redressed to spend some time downstairs in the casino and I talked her into putting back on her party dress. It was a little slutty for the occasion, but not completely overboard. We’d seen a few even skimpier outfits the previous night. Wearing her new six inch ‘fuck me’ red heels made the outfit even more erotic! I did make one last final adjustment to her outfit. Lubricating up her tight virgin ass I pushed in the smallest of the set of butt plugs. She squealed a bit at first; her ass was really vise tight but I gave it a friendly spank and told her I’d give her a nice reward there later that night when I took it out. Hehe.

Frankly, I don’t know if it was her slutty outfit or her new butt plug that gave us fantasically unbelievable luck that night. Slots, Craps, Blackjack … it didn’t matter what we played — we hardly ever lost! This was beginners luck at its finest … and I’m pretty sure it will never happen again. Still, it saved me from robbing my savings for quite awhile.

About three in the morning, we decided to call it a night. Toot’s outfit was attracting a lot of attention from men that assumed that she was a hired escort and she was getting a lot of fairly lucrative offers for her professional services. After a quick bite to eat we returned to our bed to reward my wife-to-be for her exemplary behavior. She had giggled and bounced all evening for all of her numerous admirers and strutted about like she was used to having large objects shoved up her ass all of the time. I did decide to hopefully make this a regular habit, as apparently Toot had quite an exhibitionist streak that had been latent and hidden until now, but now it was time for her reward.

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Laura’s Sleepless Night Ch. 06

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Amateur

Cassandra looked over the text on her laptop screen. It was becoming blurry; a day’s worth of lectures and grading had strained her brain and the screen glowing in the dim light of her office had strained her eyesight.

She adjusted her glasses, reading over an essay on the development of modern human sexuality. She felt the slightest of scratches on her inner thigh, underneath her gray skirt, and adjusted herself in her computer chair, letting one leg extend out loosely to the right as she slouched back.

She felt a soft, warm sensation a few inches up from her inner thigh and sighed.

“Anna, your essay is outstanding…if you weren’t interested in journalism, I’d tell you to switch majors.” She smiled coyly and looked down at a strawberry-blond mop of hair that had begun nuzzling down her inner thigh.

“You’re too kind, but you’re only saying that because this is happening.” A bright eyed college junior turned her face up at her, grey eyes mischievous as she peered up at her instructor. She wore a snug black tank top and a snug pair of jeans, revealing the fit body of a young woman a few inches shorter than Cassandra. She was smart, she was spunky, she was sexy, and she was on her knees.

Cassandra took on a stern look and gently but sternly took some of that strawberry-blond hair in her hand. “Don’t you dare say such a thing. You know this has nothing to do with that.” She nodded towards the laptop that Anna couldn’t see behind her.

Anna replied with another grin. “Jeez, take a joke…” Cassandra’s expression softened. They both knew it was true. As far as what was happening underneath her desk right now, Anna never had any intention of it happening. She had a boyfriend and, before this class, had never so much as had more than a drunken peck with another girl.

Intentions, however, have a funny way of melting in the face of someone who enjoys the hunt as much as Cassandra, who had every intention of this happening. What Anna found out was that one-on-one office hour sessions gave her mentor just the opening she needed. The first couple of visits of the spring semester were uneventful, but Cassandra encouraged her to keep coming back to discuss the material; few students cared enough to, and Anna was interested in the topic and trying to finish with a 4.0.

Cassandra, for her part, did not mix work and pleasure. She had worked hard to get her postdoctoral position, and sexual relations with a student would surely jeopardize her job and any career or research grants she hoped to obtain. But her appetite had only grown with age. Anna was a decade her junior, but had a maturity beyond her years.

A spirited discussion on the Sexual Revolution led to the first embrace, a heated make-out session against the corner of her office. By mid-February, Cassandra had goaded Anna to her knees the first time. The girl was inexperienced, but she was eager. Cassandra, despite her role as seductress, didn’t last long. In that sense, it reminded Cassandra of Laura. Ah, Laura, the one who brought out the predator in her; who had led to her risking her position for the sake of pleasure.

Pleasure…that Bayan Escort was February. It was mid-April now, only a few weeks before finals. This had become a weekly exercise, and every week, Anna was more willing, more confident in pleasing.

Cassandra stopped focusing on the laptop and relaxed her grip of Anna’s hair, gently resting it atop her head. Her other hand laid on her armrest. Anna had returned to kissing her way up the TA’s thigh. Her technique had improved since that first sloppy afternoon, as had her teasing. Her hands slowly rolled up Cassandra’s dress.

“Mmm…good girl. Your studies show…continued improvement.” Cassandra sighed and sank slightly into the seat. She felt a kiss on the inside of one thigh, then the other. Cassandra hadn’t bothered wearing panties; she had skipped them for Anna’s appointments for the past three weeks. They seemed an unnecessary formality at this point.

“Oooooh…” Cassandra let out a deep moan as she felt Anna’s breath on her slit. Part of her dress still obscured Anna’s face, so Cassandra reached down and pulled it up so she could look down at her student.

Anna made contact with her eyes first. A second later, contact with her mouth. Cassandra groaned and let her head lean back, a hand petting the younger woman’s head. Kisses and soft licks soon followed, and the wet noises that had become the familiar background noise of these meetings.

“Remember…that trick I told you, Anna…breathe through your mouth…that’s it…” Her breath quickened and deepened, her chest up and down. Anna had only fondled them so far in her “education”. Cassandra’s mind raced. Anna was ready to do and feel more.

Much more.

“Ohhh!” Cassandra shuddered in surprise, as Anna had slid one of her fingers inside her. Anna’s lips had firmly clamped around Cassandra’s clit and her tongue massaged it, up and down, up and down. Cassandra’s groans accompanied the sounds of Anna’s mouth smacking against her. The girl on her knees had come a long way.

Cassandra was turned on by the bit of assertiveness from the girl and her hips began to respond. “Push against me…inside…” She breathed, trying to direct Anna as how to best finger her. But Anna was a step ahead, drawing on her own preferences, fingertips slithering against her inner wall.

They had established a steady rhythm now, and for a few minutes they maintained a flow, as whatever Anna’s mouth didn’t catch dripped onto the edge of the chair. It rocked and creaked as Cassandra nearly forgot her role as aggressor.

She was getting close to losing herself when, as if a light went on, she remembered who she was, why Anna was here in the first place. The student felt a hand on the top of her head slowly work its way to the back of her head. Then…with firmness, Anna felt it push her face forward. She tried to say something but her mouth was muffled by sex.

If there was any question who was in charge here, it was corrected quickly. Cassandra sat up in her chair and began to dictate the rhythm with her hips. Her vulva smeared Anna’s lovely fair face, clit rubbing against her lips and tongue as Anna struggled to keep her fingers active.

She teased Anna even as sweat ran down her own face. “You’ve gotten…good, young lady…but still this happens…on my terms.” Anna groaned into her, barely able to gasp for air. The speed picked up. Cassandra held her close and her lover’s tongue responded on her clit with each thrust.

“Ohhh…ohhh…ohhh you hot little…you’re a natural, ohhhhh…OHHHHHH…” Cassandra leaned back as far as her chair could go, pulling Anna against her with both hands. Her hips spasmed out of her control now, Anna barely able to ride the wave.

Cassandra came her face. Hard. She may have been the only person still in her office at that hour, in her hallway. Even if she wasn’t, it was too late. Loud, deep moans. Her hands released Anna and fell to either side of her. Her hips slowed. Anna, mercifully, was able gulp for air. For what seemed like an eternity the room was filled with only deep breaths; two women out of air for entirely different reasons.

Cassandra looked down. Anna had been on her knees, gazing up at her. She had such an innocent face, bright and optimistic from the first day she met her. Half of it was now was glistening with a woman’s juices. They smiled at each other.

She leaned over on the chair, put a finger under Anna chin. Anna arched her back up and they met in a kiss, a deep, silent one. Cassandra could taste herself. Her lips were sticky with her own dew. She pulled away. Anna found the first words to break the silence startlingly brutal, yet strangely endearing.

“When I saw you on the first day of class…I knew this was how I wanted to see you someday.”

Anna giggled and looked down. She pulled a tissue from her bag and began to clean her face up, but only after she licked what she could off her own face.

“I should let you go for the night. Office hours are wrapping up.”

“Yeah…I need to be going. I have dinner with him tonight.”

Anna slowly stood up. Despite her short frame relative to Cassandra, she had a long pair of legs. She stood before her TA, her back tilted just slightly to put her perky little breasts tantalizingly within reach of Cassandra, who looked up at her. Cassandra’s hands ran over the sides and front of her skintight jeans. She could feel the warmth.

“Very nicely done. Next time,” she commented, resting both hands between Anna’s legs, “I’m finally going to fuck you.”

“Really?” A look of excitement and some confusion took over on Anna’s face.

In one smooth move, she rose up, roughly groping Anna’s round ass as she stood over the girl, an inch from her.

“Try not to think about it too hard when he’s inside you later.” She slapped Anna’s ass playfully and led her to the door.

“Have a good night, Cassandra.”

“Already did.”

Anna smiled at her and began walking down the hallway. Cassandra watched her butt sway back and forth. She recalled the first time they did this, when Anna was so ashamed she had canceled their dinner date with her boyfriend. Now, it had become a part of her routing. She envied her boyfriend, briefly. She knew he’d be another beneficiary of all this excitement. So be it. She had what she needed from the girl, for now. She even let out the slightest grin at the thought her boyfriend might taste Cassandra on her lips when they kissed.

Then she had a delicious image of Anna cross her mind, with her jeans half-down, bent over her desk.

“Soon.” She told herself aloud, shutting the door and making her way back to her desk. She quickly gave the seat a wipe with a tissue before sitting down. As she did, her Facebook window made a notification noise.

“Hmm.” She opened the window. Her eyes widened.

Laura, in a selfie. The caption. “Bachelorette Party Shopping!!” A form fitting dress. A side profile. Those legs. That body. That face.

Anna was her new student. Laura was still her first. She smiled. She hadn’t heard from her since she wore her panties. That was six months ago.

Maybe she was intoxicated from the hot young future journalist she held a spell over, but she was imbued with confidence. She remembered Laura would be wed soon.

“Lookin’ hot. 😉 Miss you as a friend. Let’s catch up?”

Message sent.

She leaned back in her chair, more than satisfied with her afternoon’s work.

____________________________________________________________________

In truth, the photo was from hours ago. Laura was now fully bored out of her skull, being read a breakdown of how much various flower arrangements would cost. Her maid of honor, Diana, sat next to her. Her phone vibrated. A welcome distraction.

She pulled it out. Saw the message. Saw the sender. Her face turned red. The older woman at the desk was too involved in the flowers to notice.

“What’s the matter?” Diana whispered.

“Nothing, nothing. Just an unexpected message.”

Laura had been thankful Cassandra hadn’t pushed the issue, because she honestly wasn’t sure if she would have strayed again. As it was, that night all those months ago had seemed more and more like a fever-dream, a one-time mistake made by a girl, not a woman. She was getting married now. That was an indiscretion, nothing more.

But she felt that shudder. Maybe Cassandra just wanted to catch up? Maybe she didn’t remember…

Laura did. Her mind was in another room for a few seconds. “Laura? Laura!” The woman got her attention. “Have you made your decision yet?”

“No, um, I’m sorry. I need some time to think.”

“Of course dear! This is your day. Don’t do anything rash.”

“Of course. Nothing rash.” Laura wasn’t even sure what she was referring to anymore.

“Will you have a decision after the weekend?”

“Of course. Give me the weekend.”

Diana looked confused by her best friend’s sudden distance. “Yeah, Laura’s had a long week. She’ll, uh, sleep on it.”.

“Yeah, definitely.” Laura was still visibly distant. “Thanks for your time.”

“Thank you dear! I’m sure you’ll do the right thing.”

“Of course.”

Diana had a look of puzzlement on her face. Laura turned and walked out of the room. She shrugged at the woman behind the desk, who could only smile, then followed her friend out.

She wondered: what had suddenly gotten into her?

Only Laura knew.

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Chinese Takeout

Readers be warned, this is the second chapter in a multi-chapter story, there’s no sex in this second chapter, just a little foreplay (okay, hot foreplay). This is all lead-in and teaser for the main event which will be a chapter or three coming. That said, as always, I do hope you all enjoy.

Chinese Takeout – Chapter 02 – High School Pickup

Thought that I was going crazy
Just having one of those days yeah
Didn’t know what to do
Then there was you
And everything went from wrong to right
And the stars came out and filled up the sky

Love at First Sight, Kylie Minogue

It seemed like only yesterday that in my daydreams of Mr. Right, I’d been a little black dress type of girl who delicately sipped champagne with her preppy college-guy boyfriend over a romantic dinner in a charming old restaurant. Wait a minute. It was only yesterday. But already, that girl in a little black dress sipping champagne was fading from my memories. Fading fast. That had been so yesterday. Today, I was a different girl. Today, I was that girl on the back of Keith’s Harley.

Today, or should I say this morning, I was lying in bed with my eyes closed, smiling as I thought of a thirty five year old biker in oil-stained jeans and a patched denim jerkin. Smiling as I remembered how it had felt like to sit behind him on his Harley wearing that denim jerkin and his helmet. Smiling as I remembered how he’d kissed me and held me. Smiling as I remembered how it had felt to be held by him. How excited I’d been as I’d felt his hand on me. Intimately.

Just the memory of his kiss and his hand on me had me shivering and breathing faster.

On Wednesday afternoon, after school ended, Keith was going to pick me up and take me for a ride on his Harley. But today was only Sunday and Wednesday was still so far away. And I wanted to see him again so much. But I didn’t even have his phone number. Was this how other girls felt when they had a crush on some guy, how they felt when they were in love? Was I in love? I wasn’t sure, but I did know I really really really wanted to see him again. I wanted to ride on the back of his Harley with him. I wanted him to hold me and kiss me the way he had yesterday.

I wanted him to touch me the way he had yesterday.

“Jay-Lin.” My Mom was calling through the door.

“Yes Mom.”

“Want to go eat dim-sum with us? We’re meeting the Wong’s at eleven.”

“Okay, yeah, love to come Mom.” I liked the Wong’s. Ernie, Chrissie and two adorable little twins that I babysat regularly. I liked dim sum too. Just not on a blind date with one of Ginny’s hand-me-down jerks. I wondered if Keith liked to go to eat dim sum. He liked Chinese pastries, I knew that. I hoped he liked Chinese girls too. He seemed to. I could hope.

“It’s only nine, we need to leave about ten thirty, okay.”

“Okay Mom.” Another hour in bed. Another hour daydreaming of Keith. Great!

Daydreaming of Keith? It was weird how all of a sudden my ideal guy had morphed completely. Where had Mr. Preppy College Guy gone? I had no idea and really, I didn’t give a damn. I knew Keith was completely beyond the pale. A guy my parents would never approve of. Never in a million years. A guy to give any parents of a teenage girl nightmares. A guy who would give my parents not just nightmares but sleepless nights. A guy that might get me grounded for life if my parents knew about him. Did I care? Not one whit. I’d fallen for Keith after half an hour on the back of his Harley, a chat over coffee and one kiss.

Was I crazy?

Very probably.

It didn’t matter. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I couldn’t stop my heart singing and dancing whenever I thought about him. Which my heart had been doing from the moment I woke up. I couldn’t stop the excitement I felt whenever I thought about him. Now I sort of understood those crushes other girls had. I’d laughed at them. I’d thought they were silly. I’d teased them and made jokes about them. Now I had a crush myself on a guy that was so totally unlike anything I’d ever dreamed of that I felt slightly stunned.

Yes, I was definitely crazy.

Was I reading too much into all of this? He’d only taken me home and then kissed me briefly. Maybe I was. But he had kissed me. He had offered to take me for a ride on Wednesday. He had touched me. Oh, how he had touched me. I was instantly wet and excited just thinking about his hand on me. I wanted his hand to touch me there again. I wanted him to touch me everywhere. Somehow, miraculously, after an endless run of jerks, dickheads and nerds mostly provided by Ginny, quite by chance I’d found a guy I really liked.

He was a totally unsuitable guy. He was a guy my parents would dislike on first sight. No, not dislike. Hate. I mean, they’d already glimpsed him as he rode down the street and I’d heard their comments. They hadn’t known that I’d been with him earlier in the afternoon, riding behind him on his bike. That he’d visited our house, Escort Bayan been inside our house. That he’d kissed me. Kissed me kissed me kissed me!

I just hoped he liked me enough to ask me out again and not just for an afternoon ride.

Although dating a guy who was thirty five and a biker might be a little weird.

And he wasn’t someone I could EVER bring home to my parents.

Or bring along when I was meeting up with my girlfriends.

But really, I so did not care at all.

My phone sang its little Ginny song. She couldn’t wait, could she? But it was Ginny. She was my best friend. I’d cut her short last night. And I needed to abuse her for setting me up with that jerk Peter Wong. So I answered.

“Hi Ginny.”

“Jay-Lin!” She sounded chirpier this morning than she had last night. “So, what happened? Who was that biker guy? Where did you go? You had me so worried when you took off like that.”

“His name’s Keith. He just gave me a ride home, that’s all.” I wasn’t going to tell her anything else. Certainly not that he’d kissed me. Not that he’d touched me the way guys had tried to touch me forever. Not that he was the first guy I’d ever let touch me like that. Not that I’d loved him touching me. Definitely not that he was picking me up from outside High School on Wednesday. I’d leave that as a surprise. For now.

“Oh … Oh well, Peter was really upset about that.”

“Yeah, well, his fault for being a total jerk. He called me last night, he was really rude. I had to bar his number. I hope you only gave him my cell, I don’t want him calling my parents number.” That was unlisted. “And why did you bring him along, I mean, he’s a jerk, how come you set me up with him. You know I don’t like guys like that Ginny.”

“I’m sorry about that Jay-Lin. He’s a friend of Jiffy’s. And he was rude to me as well.” She sounded like she was going to cry or something herself.

“Why would he be rude to you Ginny, it was me that dumped him, not you.”

“Long story,” she said. She did sound a bit down. Not like Ginny at all.

“Tell me,” I said. She was always so good at cheering me up when I was down. Least I could do was try and return the favor. Nothing like listening to a friend and sympathizing with her to help.

“I … I can’t,” she said, “it’s … you know … not something I want to talk about, I just can’t.” That wasn’t like Ginny. She talked about everything and anything all the time. Especially guys. But really, I wasn’t interested in talking about Peter the Jerk.

“So what did you and Jiffy get up to after I left?”

Ginny giggled. Instant mood change. That was more like her. “Well, Mom was out playing mah-jongg with her friends, so we all went back home and…” Off she went. I listened with half an ear, not really paying much attention while I happily day-dreamed about Keith. Keith and Jay-Lin. What was that name on his helmet? Round Out. Round Out and Jay-Lin. That was nice. I thought about introducing him to my friends. Like Ginny and Marjorie and Chin-Chin and Ling. I must have snorted into the phone, I heard Ginny’s aggrieved question, “What’s funny about that?”

I played back what she’d been saying. Huh! What? “You what? With Jiffy AND Peter? I thought you said you went home with Jiffy?” I mean, I was used to Ginny’s little sex talks. She got quite descriptive sometimes. I was used to it. Ginny was the font of all sexual knowledge as far as I was concerned. She certainly knew what she was talking about. I was so NOT asking her for advice.

“Well, you ran out on him and he was pretty upset, so we all went back to my place.”

“Ginny, that didn’t mean you had to give him a blowjob.” Yes, I was a little startled. I mean, I knew Ginny wasn’t me. I knew she was quite free and easy with hand-jobs and blow-jobs for her boyfriends. Heck, I knew she wasn’t a virgin, she’d lost that not too long ago. Not to Jiffy either. But two guys? And one of them Peter the Jerk! That startled me. It shocked me as well. I hadn’t thought Ginny was like that. I mean, your boyfriend, yes, okay. But your boyfriend’s buddy as well? Just because he was upset. “What were you thinking?”

“Well, we’d had a few drinks.” She sounded a little apologetic.

“What about Jiffy? Wasn’t he upset? Heck, what about you Ginny?” I was curious, yes. Startled. Surprised, a little shocked, but curious. Not that I’d ever done anything like that. Which made me think of Keith. Thinking about Keith was far more interesting than listening to Ginny talked about her sexscapades. I heard about those every week. I kind of lost the conversation with Ginny while I happily thought about Keith. Ginny sounded quite happy about whatever had happened so I left her to rabbit on.

Until Ginny interrupted. “Hey Jay-Lin, I gotta run, going shopping with Mom for the afternoon and then we’re off for dinner somewhere, see you at School tomorrow.” I never did find out whether Jiffy was upset or not or what Ginny thought about it. Certainly I wasn’t worried about it. I had better things to think about.

I called Sally next, but she was busy with her baby. “Never mind sis, you can tell me next time, okay. Just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and if you do, don’t get caught, okay.”

Well, that was okay too. My Big Sis was the one person I could talk to about Keith. She’d had her own troubles with our parents when she was my age, her husband was a gweilo as well and that hadn’t gone down too well to start with, she understood. Although thinking about it, Keith might be pushing the envelope for her a bit much. I mean, her husband was a gweilo but he was a nerdy IT guy that looked like a stick. Don’t know what she saw in him but she was head over heels about him from when they started dating at university. Enough that she’d stood up to my parents about him. I’d been twelve back then and I still remembered the arguments. Now, he was one of the family, but it’d taken a while. Keith? Well, thinking about Keith like that was thinking way too far ahead and way too optimistically.

Probably he was just going to take me for a ride on his Harley and that would be it. Although he had kissed me. And touched me like that. But I didn’t want to get my hopes up. Not too high anyhow. It would hurt too much to have them shattered. But I hoped so much that Keith liked me enough to ask me out again. What had he said to me yesterday? “I wish your parent’s weren’t on their way home,” that’s what he’d said. That meant he’d wanted more time with me didn’t it? I hoped so, I really did.

“Get moving Jay-Lin.” Mom was calling me. Time to get up.

“Coming Mom.” Oh well.

* * * * * * * *

Wednesday morning. The interminable nightmare of Sunday, Monday and Tuesday was over at last. As soon as I opened my eyes I knew. Today was the day. Today, after school, I’d see Keith again. How I hoped he hadn’t forgotten. My stomach flipped and flopped at the thought that he might forget, he might decide he wasn’t going to waste his time on a schoolgirl. He might decide I was far too young and just not turn up. I almost had a panic attack on the spot.

At least I didn’t have to think about what to wear. Saint Bernadette’s Catholic Girl’s High School had a rigid and totally inflexible uniform policy. The uniforms were very traditionally styled, something that seemed to appeal to Asian parents with their desire for uniformity and discipline. And our student body was almost entirely Asian. Non-asians tended to drift away. The academic competition was just too intense for their kids. I mean, my results were average for Saint Bernadette’s, but if I transferred out to another High School where we Chinese and Koreans and Vietnamese weren’t the majority, I’d be at the top end of the academic bell curve. Believe me, it sucks being average if your parents are Asian. They were always on at me to study harder. But so was every other parent of Saint Bernadette’s students.

But enough of that, we were talking about uniforms. Very traditional uniforms. Pleated skirts. White shirts. Black shoes, knee high white socks and navy blue blazers. They even had a dreadful little beret that we uniformly detested. Those uniforms were, to be brutally honest, on a whole different plateau of wrongness for an asian girl. Nobody, and I mean nobody, should EVER make asian girls wear those uniforms. Sure, you all get the traditional Catholic schoolgirl-fetish stuff. But when you’re a slender asian girl and you’re wearing that short pleated navy blue skirt (and we did wear them short, all the girls did and who was I to challenge the dictates of schoolgirl fashion), those knee-high white socks, those black shoes and that navy blue blazer over a white dress blouse with a school tie?

Well, guess what; you’re a walking fantasy for middle-aged men, whether you know you are or not. And we all knew it. I mean, in this day and age, with the internet, you’d have to be a moron not to figure that out. And whatever else we were, the girls of Saint Bernadette’s were in general so NOT morons. But whatever. The end result was, I was going to be wearing my school uniform with its short little skirt when Keith picked me up. If he picked me up. And there was nothing I could do about that. I wondered if he’d like my uniform. I kind of hoped he did, hate it as I did. Then again, I also hoped he’d actually be there. God, if he wasn’t I knew I’d burst into tears. I almost started crying just think about how I would feel if he wasn’t there. Just the thought of him not being there made me feel sick.

I so had my heart set on sitting on that Harley behind Keith. But this time I’d be wearing a skirt, not shorts. And Harley’s went fast. Keith’s did anyhow. It occurred to me that a skirt might not be the best attire for a ride on Keith’s Harley. I hadn’t thought about that before, but now that I did, I didn’t want to be sitting there flashing my so boringly regulation little white cotton briefs to the world. Jesus no! I dived into my drawers, eventually coming up with what I’d been searching for. My black lycra gym shorts. They’d do perfectly. I threw them into my bag along with my homework. And a windproof jacket that I grabbed as even more of an afterthought.

All set.

Do you know how long the school day is when three fifteen can’t come soon enough? It’s an eternity, that’s what it is. Minute after interminable minute. Hour after interminable hour. I was in a time warp where somehow, time had been slowed down for me and me alone. Even with time dragging its tail, I had no idea what any of my teachers talked about, I was off drifting in a cloud of thoughts and hopes, occasionally sinking into a sea of fears and doubts before soaring to new heights as I pictured Keith sweeping in on his Harley to pick me up in front of all those cats. Especially the ones that’d teased me or given me a hard time in the last few weeks. Bitches.

As soon as the bell rang I was out of that classroom. No dawdling today. Ginny and Chin-Chin scrambled to follow me as I dashed for my locker, threw my junk in, grabbed my jacket and gym shorts and started to lock it.

“Hey Jay-Lin, slow down, slow down will you, what’s the rush?” Chin-Chin looked and sounded a little flustered at my impression of a dervish. She looked puzzled as I slipped my lycra gym shorts on, not even bothering to go to the washroom. Screw that. No time to waste. And we all wore the same boring underwear anyhow. I did get a few looks though. Then I was shrugging myself into my jacket. It’d keep the wind out.

“Getting picked up out front at three fifteen, I gotta be there.”

“Huh, when did you ever get a ride home? You mean I gotta catch the bus by myself?” I grinned at the expression on Ginny’s face. Since when had she ever worried about leaving me on my own when one of her boyfriend’s gave her a ride. God, I hoped Keith would be there. Having to catch the bus after this would be so … so … oh, it would be just so humiliating. But I had to do it. I had to take the chance that Keith wouldn’t show up. Because if he did and I wasn’t there, I had no idea what I’d do. None.

“Yeah, you do this time Ginny. See you tomorrow morning. Bye Chin-Chin.”

I gave them both another grin and a quick wave as I dashed down the hallway for the exit and the pickup lane. I wasn’t running, but it was close. God, I so hoped Keith was coming. I was nervous. So nervous my hands were shaking. Three ten. I looked up and down the pickup lane, but no Harley. I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or worried. Actually, I was feeling almost sick with suspense.

Ginny caught up with me a couple of minutes later. She was breathing hard. Looking a little flustered. Gee, tough Ginny. “What’s going on Jay-Lin? Who’s picking you up?”

I heard that distinctive Harley sound, growing louder, burbling with the odd backfire as it slowed and turned into the High School entrance, picking up as it cruised slowly down the pickup lane. I sighed with relief. I relaxed. I smiled. Everyone was looking at that Harley. Everyone. Including me. My heart was beating wildly. I saw him. Keith. Yes! It was Keith. He’d come! He saw me right about the same time I waved. Although how he recognized me in a sea of other asian girls I had absolutely no idea. But he did.

“Oh no, not him! Jay-Lin, how could you!” Ginny sounded totally dismayed. Chin-Chin was just standing there open-mouthed. She’d better watch out for flies.

I grinned. “Oh yeah, it’s him Ginny!” I was enjoying this so much.

Everyone in sight was looking at the Harley and Keith. Everyone was watching as he pulled up beside me. Including the Chua bitch and her little coterie of cats. That low throaty potato-potato-potato burble just reverberated right through me. I smiled a little shyly as Keith gave me a grin. He left his shades on this time though. He looked so cool, so big and scary sitting there on that huge loud motorcycle. Boots, jeans, leather jacket. That patched denim jerkin thingie over the top. If I hadn’t known it was him, I’d have been scared myself. But I knew it was Keith and that he was here for me.

I wanted to just fling myself at him, but that wouldn’t look cool. Not in front of half the girls in school and the Pickup Lane Monitors who were looking a bit stunned. The couple that I could see anyhow. Keith had a second helmet hanging off one arm. He passed it to me as I stepped up to his Harley, the noise it made idling was almost deafening. Everyone was looking at us. Including the cats. I smiled at the Chua bitch as I slipped the helmet on and buckled it under my chin. I knew how to do that this time. It only took me a few seconds to buckle up and pull it tight. The Chua bitch looked stunned.

“See you both tomorrow.” I gave Ginny and Chin-Chin another grin as I stepped onto the footrest nearest me, my hand on Keith’s shoulder as I swung myself up and over to sit behind him, my little school uniform skirt flipping up as I sat. Good thing I’d worn those lycra gym shorts underneath! I gave Ginny a grin and a wave. The look on her face, dismay, shock, horror, made me giggle. Chin-Chin was still catching flies. The Chua bitch was doing a good imitation.

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My name is Lara, I am 25 years old and a lesbian, yes, you heard me, I am a lesbian. Perhaps I should start with a little description of myself, to set the mood a little bit. Okay here goes…

I am four foot ten inches tall, tiny I know, but my height is not the only thing on me that is tiny. My breasts are 28 A cup, practically none existent really. Very slim build, a tight little buttocks and I am always free of pubic hair. On my 21st Birthday, I had laser hair removal of all pubic hair keeping me always clean and smooth down stairs; my waist is tiny, due to my petite frame. I always keep my dark red hair shoulder length; my eyes are an unusual grey colour with a slight tint of green around the pupils.

Being petite with a tiny frame may sound erotic to some people, but it is a real pain and used to annoy me, especially when on a night out with friends or buying alcohol from supermarkets as I always got asked for some form of identification to prove my age. Nevertheless, my height and youthful appearance has its advantages when it comes to sexual partners.

Anyway, enough of my ramblings I suppose you want to hear about my first sexual experience with another woman, since it was my first sexual experience with either a male or female and the reason I am writing this down for you to read and hopefully enjoy.

I suppose you could say I was a late starter when it came to sexual activity, do not get me wrong I watched many hours of porn on my computer and had a large collection of DVDs but it took awhile to get from a friend in a bar to ‘Take off your clothes’. Of course, all of that changed the night I met a goddess, at least that is what I call her. Now this is not one of them stories where we have sex after thirty seconds of meeting each other, if that is what you are looking for then you may want to check out another story, I will not be offended, I promise.

Okay, thank you for sticking around. Here we go then.

Although I had many male friends, the limit of sexual experience was a kiss and fondle, mainly the male’s hand under my shirt since I never wear a bra. Although, I had performed oral sex on a male friend, I had even enjoyed it but I had always refused or made some excuse as to why my companion could not return the favour. Each night ended with me alone either crying into a cold beer at home or with my sexual toys, generally I ended the night crying. From the age of 18 too 21 this continued almost every weekend unless I picked out a DVD or powered up my computer, that was until one weekend I entered a bar after being given the wrong directions either by accident or as a joke by my work colleges.

I approached the large wooden doors of the bar as a huge man stood in front of them, he almost covered the doors, as each shoulder was wider then the doorframe itself, I had never seen someone so large. One of his arms was almost twice as thick as my entire body. He had a square jaw and no neck due to what I called an insane amount of muscle that was barely contained by his black T-Shirt which hid nothing of his true form as the word ‘Security’ Stretched out across his chest almost deformed by his chest which was I am sad to say much larger then my own. He gave me a look which almost said ‘This is a school night for god sakes, go home little girl’ I smiled nervously and handed him my drivers licence. As he carefully examined my proof of age, I felt like a microbial life form as he checked everything on my valid identification until he finally handed it back to me and smiled slightly. His mere smile made me feel nervous as he gritted his teeth and his jaw muscles flexed before my very eyes. After what seemed like a lifetime of him eying me up, I was allowed to enter by this beast of man before me.

Before I entered the bar, he leaned down before and whispered something into my ear, something that made me blush as I passed him, he simply said. ‘I’ll be here if you need help… babe’. Unlike many of my female friends, I do not wear skimpy clothing to show off what I had, which was practically nothing really, just very little curves and almost no sign of breasts but I had learned to appreciate what I had. My hair hung to just above my shoulders, I wore a dark red ankle length dress and matching red high heel shoes. Although I rarely wore a dress like it, something about tonight made me pick it out of my closet for what reason I had no idea. It was a low cut dress from the back that went all the way down to just above my buttocks and at the front left nothing to the imagination.

As I entered, I could almost feel every eye in the room on me at the same time. It was almost like something out of an old Western Movie, when the bad guy or a stranger entered a Saloon and the music stopped. Clutching my back to my chest, I walked towards the bar as almost every eye followed me, stopping at the bar, I pulled out my Identification for the bar maid as I ordered my favourite drink, Scotch, Sake, Pepsi over Ice. With a smile, the bar maid a stunning woman around 21 years old placed the drink down before with a slight smile as Eskort Kız I took the first sip of my favourite drink. Over the next half hour I had two more of the drink while lots of men attempted to talk to me or buy me a drink, however, as time past I had forgotten all about my work colleges I was supposed to meet as I had struck up a conversation with the bar maid.

I was almost spell bound by her soft and smooth voice with a hint of an Australian accent. Her name was Lori; she eventually told me she was working at the bar to pay her way through university as she was hoping to become a professional photographer one day, which shocked me slightly as I imagined she would have been a model or an actress. As the bar closed for the night I volunteered to stay around and help her tidy up the bar, as was her job at the end of the night, graciously she accepted my idea. For over an hour we talked as I helped her clean up the bar and as thanks for helping her she bought me one last drink for the night.

As we left the bar, I walked her too her apartment which was not far from where she worked. Upon entering her apartment I was almost in awe at where she lived, I had never seen anything so amazing as her work had been carefully placed on the walls of the living area. I studied the amazing photographs as she made a pot of hot coffee for us both, once we talked about her work and her studies she told me that some of them, her best work she was not allowed to submit to her course as they where self portraits, more then that they where nude photos of her self. Smiling she took my left in hers and led me into the bedroom where her favourite work hung on the walls.

As I examined each piece of her work, I felt my self-becoming aroused at her tastefully erotic photographs. Her body was even more amazing then I had imagined, toned almost to perfection with no tan lines what so ever. Blushing slightly at the sheer beauty before me I could almost sense her becoming aroused herself as she watched examine every inch of her photographs, and that’s when it happened and almost out of the blue she picked up her camera and snapped off a photograph of me.

At first I was shocked as I was tired and feeling the effects of the alcohol I had drank earlier that night, I had almost asked her to stop taking the photographs of me but there was something about the woman I could not say no too. As she continued to take her pictures of me, my confidence grew as I slipped off one shoulder strap from my right shoulder. For the first time since I had known her, she had almost blushed slightly as she positioned herself and took more photographs of me. I do not know what happened next or how it happened but I removed my dress and stood before her naked as she took more photographs of me. As the time passed, she had literally taken hundreds of pictures of me, before we knew it the time had marched on to almost 3am, being the gracious host, Lori said she could not send me home and offered me the opposite side of her bed, an offer I had excepted.

Exhausted both fell asleep in her king size bed. We awoke at around 10 in the morning; luckily, it was a Saturday morning. In return for allowing me to sleep in her bed, I made her breakfast in bed as I had awoken first. Over the next day or two we spent a lot of time together talking and having fun, she had even met me outside my work on more then one occasion. What we did not know was our relationship had grown beyond friendship, each night I slept at my home I had erotic dreams about Lori and myself once I had even awoke from an erotic dream with my left hand toying with myself. For two months our friendship had grown until one night, I had arrived at her apartment.

She had opened the door with a large smile on her face that lite up the entire room, looking as stunning as always as she wore a silk nightgown that hugged her every curve. Quickly she led me inside and placed before me the photographs she had taken of me on that first night, needless to say I was shocked at the quality of the images I was seeing, they where beautiful. She had explained that she had a small sample of those pictures in her by accident when her examiner at College had reviewed her work, although some of then where nude photos, a lamp of planet was placed before either my breasts or my privates making them tasteful enough to submit for her course. Needless to say, I was shocked but also aroused at the thought, she had explained why the photos had been in her portfolio and apologised, many times for the accident and any embarrassment she may have caused me. However, she had also explained that pictures of me had earned her top marks in her class ‘A natural beauty’ as her instructor had said. Blushing amazingly I accepted her apology and congratulated her on her success with her course, as it was something I know she had been working towards for many years.

With months of intensely erotic dreams behind me, all I had wanted to do at this moment was to jump on her and tear off her clothes, I wanted to see her amazing body with my own eyes and taste every curve of her, but somehow I had restrained myself after all, I had no idea if she had even felt the same way about me and that is when it happened for the first time, I felt her hand on my inner thigh as she looked deep into my eyes and smiled. The moment our eyes met, I saw her true intentions as we sat looking deep into each other’s eyes with a smile on our faces. For months, this was the moment I had been waiting for as we slowly leaned towards each other for a simple kiss. Our lips where mere inches away, I could feel her hot breath on my lips as I almost panted with excitement while her hand squeezed my inner thigh softly. My heart was pounding in my chest at her touch as her lips almost touched mine, the moment seemed to last forever as we moved closer to each other slowly until her telephone rang and broke the moment between us.

For the first time since I had known Lori, I heard her curse too herself as she answered the phone. She appeared to argue with whoever was calling her until she finished the call and laughed aloud as she turned to me and apologised for the inconvenience. Lori explained to me that she had been called into work at the bar as a co-worker had called in sick and would be gone for most of the night, with my heart still pounding and my body now aching for her touch, I gracefully nodded but all I wanted to do now was to strip her naked and make passionate love to her where she stood. I could not believe my luck, I was inches from the one kiss I had been waiting for, for so long and she had to leave now. It would be fair to say that I was more then aroused as a wet patch had appeared on my trousers and unmistakable to anyone and my nipples where almost bursting out of my top, throwing caution to the wind, I stood and walked towards her quickly and explained my feelings towards her. Although I did not wish to loose her as a good friend she had become to me, I ached for the touch of her lips on mine and her body pressed against my own.

As I explained about the intensely erotic dreams I was having about, her cheeks began to flush red as she listened with interest at my decryption of my erotic dreams of her. As I had finished, and very embarrassed by what I had just said to another woman, she confessed of having similar fantasies about me. Taking a half step backwards Lori untied her robe and allowed it to fall to the floor freely, I was amazed at what I saw. Her perfect toned body was finally revealed to me, her large 32-D cup breasts where amazing as I stood before her with my jaw almost on the floor. Lori’s amazing figure was everything I had imagined and more as she took my left hand and slowly moved it too her lips for a soft kiss of my palm before she slowly moved my hand over her large breasts and finally down to her neatly trimmed genitals. My hand was shaking as I brushed my fingertips over the thin strip of neatly cut pubic hair as we both slowly moved in for the all-important first kiss between us.

Finally, it was about to happen between us as our lips met I felt tingles all over my body while her tongue parted my lips and for the first time entered my mouth. It almost seemed like time stood still as we embraced each other in a passionate first kiss as she picked me up and legs wrapped around her perfectly slender waist. I could feel her hands squeezing my buttocks as she carried me too her bedroom and carefully placed me on her large bed, I could see from the look in her eyes as she could in mine that we where both tingling with excitement at what was about to happen between us, our first taste of each other. My hands had began to shake even more as she slowly took off my shoes and kissed up my legs to the ever growing wet patch between my legs, biting my bottom lip in pleasure I moaned at her touch as she slipped her hands under my top and slowly caressed my tiny breasts while she sucked at the wet patch between my legs. I had confessed to her two weeks earlier of my limited sexual experiences and I was a virgin, but now I knew that nothing could stop us as she ran her tongue up my body and kissed me passionately once again.

After a long passionate kiss, she laid on top of me as our eyes met once again, her long beautiful curly hair hung above me as she smiled and begun to remove my top as for the first time, he amazing lips locked onto my right nipple softly. I almost had an orgasm right there as I moaned with pleasure at her sensual touch as she kissed, licked and sucked on my breasts while one of her hands pushed under my trousers and rolled over my clitoris slowly as I shrieked with pleasure at Lori’s soft sensual touch. I had no idea what to do at this point as she was giving so much pleasure I would have done anything she had asked of me as she inserted one finger inside of me and begun to slowly masturbate me. I had never felt so much pleasure in my life as the pleasure given to me by Lori; I was so close to a powerful orgasm as Lori stopped and licked her finger seductively and moved in for one more kiss. With my taste still in her mouth we passionately kissed before she finally removed my trousers, for a brief moment she simply looked at my pussy with a smile as she licked her lips slowly. With a wink she sat me up before her and pressed her pussy against mine as we kissed and rubbed ourselves together mixing our juices while we both moaned with pleasure and finally we both came to an orgasm together.

Kissing each other and laughing, I pushed her onto the bed before climbing on top of Lori, at that point, all I wanted to do was to taste every inch of her body and now I had my chance. I started with a kiss on her lips, a simple soft and sensual kiss before I moved down to her neck and shoulders before I reached her large breasts, her hands played with my tiny breasts while she moaned at the feel of my tongue rolling over her erect nipple while my fingers gently probed her wet pussy lips and finally I softly pushed in two fingers as I slowly kissed down her body to her pubic mound before I pulled out my fingers and sucked and licked her sweet juices from my hand, now I was their as I looked at her beautiful sweet tasting pussy she moaned with excitement at what I was about to do too her.

Her legs almost locked around me as she lifted her buttocks off the bed almost begging me to taste her as for the first time, I ran my tongue over her lips and that is when it happened, once again, her phone rang. Cursing too herself, she answered the phone next too her bed as rolled my tongue over her clitoris slowly as she almost giggled at my teasing her with my tongue.

Slamming down the telephone, she screamed at the ceiling before she explained that the phone call was from her boss asking if she was on her way to work. My mouth was dripping with her juices as she sat up and kissed me once more, I would have done anything for her at that moment, but as she had explained she needed to go too work but she did not wish to leave.

Quickly, we both took a shower together as we washed every inch of each other’s bodies before she dressed. As Lori walked to the door, I stepped out of her bedroom naked and walked towards her seductively as I told her that I would wait in her apartment until she had returned from work so we could finish what we had started. A large smile appeared on her lips as we kissed passionately once more before she left her apartment.

By that time I was alone and incredibly turned on by what had happened earlier, I had noticed other women in the past, even masturbated myself to girl on girl porn but too have actually tasted another woman was the most erotic experience of my life but I knew we would continue our little exploration of each other’s bodies once she had returned from work. Now all I had to do was make this night perfect for the two of us as all I wanted to do was make love to the goddess I had found.

Quickly I pulled on my clothes and shoes before I left her apartment and locked the door with a spare key I had found. With excitement and my body aching for her touch once again, I ran as fast as I could to a lingerie store that was near her apartment building. After buying some silk lingerie which hugged my petite figure perfectly I once again ran to a supermarket for a few bottles of champagne, candles and what ever else I could find to make the night special for us both and quickly ran back too Lori’s apartment. I knew I had not been gone long so I had plenty of time to make things perfect for us both. For hours, I worked to make things just perfect before I heard what I had been waiting for, her key in the lock. Excitement gripped me as she entered her home and stopped with a large smile on her face as she had seen what I had done to her apartment.

The lighting was almost turned off as a few candles burned safely giving the room a romantic feeling as soft music filled the air. Wearing the new Lingerie I had bought specifically for Lori, I walked towards her slowly carrying two glasses of champagne. Lori’s jaw dropped as her eyes slowly ran up and down my petite body, the silk lingerie I had bought earlier left nothing to the imagination although she had seen every part of my body earlier in the day.

Smiling widely she walked towards me and took one glass of champagne as we kissed softly before we both took a long drink from the glasses I our hands. Slowly, I took the glass from her hand and placed them both on a table next to me as she softly ran her hands up and down my body and cupped my breasts softly while mirrored her movements almost exactly. For a brief moment, we stood gazing into each other’s eyes until Lori kissed my neck and shoulders tenderly before she stood before me and asked me to remove her top. I had been awaiting this moment for months and now it had finally arrived as I reach out slowly and pulled her blouse over her head exposing her amazing large breasts and kissed them softly once again. Lori moaned with pleasure as I kissed down her perfectly sculptured body and unbuttoned her cut-off denim shorts and slowly pulled down the zipper. I could not see what was happening too her as I pulled her shorts down, but I could make an educated guess by the moans of pleasure coming from her while she stepped out of her shorts and I kissed her lace thong.

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As I continued to pump into Diana, barely thinking of anything else, a new feeling came suddenly; the familiar sensation of fingers running down my back. I started to turn, but Diana cupped my face and held my eyes on her, while her legs kept me firmly locked onto her body.

The new pair of hands softly caressed my back, running the length of it downwards and grabbing my ass cheeks, they started to softly and expertly knead them. At the same time, I felt hot breath on the back of my neck, hot breath of desire. I continued fucking Diana, who took my thrusts into her with renewed fervor, a smile of pleasure and ecstasy on her face, as I felt the newcomer’s lips on my skin, the kisses getting lower and lower until finally, I felt their hands parting my ass cheeks and a hot, wet tongue probing my exposed asshole.

I bucked, trying to understand what was going on, but Diana once more held me in place. “No,” she said. “Let him go on. You’ll like it, I guarantee it!”

Him?! What was she talking about?! That was a guy behind me, his hands all over my body, his tongue in my ass?! I tried to move, to pull out, my eyes wide with surprise and shock. I couldn’t think, I had to stop!

Both him and Diana continued to hold me there. Diana thrust her pelvis harder against me, my cock buried to the hilt in her wet pussy with every thrust. The newcomer continued to lick my ass, my hole really wet now from his hot tongue. “Relax, Darren,” Diana purred, “relax and trust me. David’s going to make you feel as good as you’re making me feel right now!”

I couldn’t think anymore; I was so confused, and at the same time I was lost in Diana’s pussy, nothing existed beyond that and I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to. David let go of my ass and I was surprised to feel a sort of desolation there, after his tender attentions. Wait, Eskort what was I thinking?! Was I enjoying this?

His hands returned on my ass cheeks and gently parted them once more. Only this time, I felt something else, probing my hole, pushing against it. My God, it was his cock! He was pressing his cock against my asshole! He wanted to fuck me, just as I was fucking Diana!

“No,” I tried to say. No, I don’t do that, I don’t like that! was what I wanted to blurt out, but I couldn’t. Diana’s face was ecstatic as I grimaced against the pain in my asshole and the humiliation I felt as David pushed into me for the first time.

“You look so beautiful,” Diana said to me, as her breathing was getting harder by the second, and I tried to relax against the pain. David’s hands caressed my back gently as he entered me inch by painful inch.

My only response was to fuck Diana harder, harder and harder until she was screaming under me, while David’s cock filled my asshole.

Diana let out a final scream and a breath, and smiled up at me, through the tangle of sweaty hair on her face. “Now it’s your turn,” she said mischievously and kissed me. She pulled out slowly and slid out from under me; suddenly I became very aware that I was on the bed on all fours with a cock all the way into my ass. Before I could think of anything else, David started pumping into me, like I had fucked Diana just a few minutes before. I moaned loudly, not knowing if what I was feeling was pain or pleasure. But it couldn’t be pleasure, could it? I liked girls, I never thought of guys that way, I never wanted to have sex with a guy!

But David thrust into me, and thrust by thrust slid in and out more and more easily, and I found myself instinctively pushing back against him, hearing his balls slap against my ass cheeks and satisfied with his grunts of pleasure. I couldn’t believe this!

Diana climbed down from the bed and settled on an armchair facing us. She spread her legs and started running her hands over her dripping pussy, smiling all the time. “You both look so hot!” she breathed as she started fingering her cunt. “Fuck him hard, David, you can see he likes it! Give him what he wants!”

And it was true. I did like it. I loved it, in fact, and I couldn’t believe that was me. I imagined myself on all fours, David (who I didn’t even know what he looked like) pumping into me, taking my virginity. I moaned so loudly now that I was sure that the whole party had stopped and was standing outside Diana’s room. And that somehow got me even hornier! What was happening to me? Who was this exhibitionist cock slut getting fucked on this bed, ’cause it sure as hell wasn’t me! Or was it?

I couldn’t take it anymore, I grabbed my own hard cock, still wet from Diana’s cunt juice and jerked like a maniac, moaning with ecstasy at each of David’s thrusts. I finally came screaming, almost in unison with Diana who came for a second time with three fingers in her pussy. I spurted all over her sheets and my hand as David fucked me harder and harder, his breathing becoming more rugged with every thrust. Finally, I felt him tense, he gripped my ass cheeks hard and started shooting his hot cum in my hole! It was the sexiest feeling I’d ever experienced, his hot cum filling my asshole, his hands gripping me tight, his cries and hard breathing as he gave in to his orgasm. As we collapsed on Diana’s bed together, I only knew that I wanted to have that again. And again. And again.

David kissed the back of my neck as we lay there, spent. Diana slid next to us and gave me a deep, wet kiss. “That was perfect,” she said. “You were perfect.”

“So were you,” I replied, out of breath. “How did you know?”

“There are things a girl just sees,” she smiled. “But I thought it was better to show you than tell you”.

I turned around under David, wanting to face my hot mystery lover. I saw a guy around my age, with a cute, masculine face. His hair was bleached blond, and he had beautiful brown eyes. His body was slim and smooth, and he was one of the fittest guys I’d ever seen.

“Wow,” I breathed without even thinking about it.

“Hi, you,” David smiled at me. “That really was perfect, Darren.”

“It really, really was,” I replied, and put my arms around him. Smiling, he leaned down and kissed my lips repeatedly before his tongue slid through my lips and met mine. He tasted so good, salty and manly, and… oh perfect!

We made out for a few moments like that, when Diana stood up and started getting dressed, smiling. “There’s still a party going on downstairs, and they probably miss me,” she said. “And I think you boys have a lot to talk about,” she winked at us before going out the door.

We smiled at each other and continued making out, as we felt our cocks grind together, getting hard once more.

Most of my male friends couldn’t handle it when me and David announced we were dating, and they drifted away from me. It hurt, but it didn’t matter, because David was –

and is- really supportive. I’m so happy with him I can’t believe I was missing out all these years. And I still have my other circle of friends; Diana and the girls still invite me over, and we still talk about boys. Only now, I have a lot more to offer to the conversation, having my own boyfriend back home!

Diana’s my best friend now, and what we have is beyond sex. She opened me up to a whole new world, brought out a side of me I never knew was there, and she made me happy. I only hope I can make her as happy as her friend, because isn’t that what friends do?

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Lasting Love

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Author’s Note: Forgive me if the story or writing is bland, as this is my first erotic writing piece. I really dislike the story parts and the writing in general, as I believe them to be horrible, badly written, and boring. If anyone has any comments or suggestions on how to improve, feel free to leave them, as I’m always looking for ways to improve my writing and make it better to read! All I ask is to not needlessly bash, that doesn’t help either of us.

Also, there’s no formatting since the file extension wouldn’t work with me x.x

Disclaimer: No readers under 18 and all that jazz, just don’t do it. The law says it’s wrong, therefore it is, obviously.

It was a rather dull day so far. Lily was a high school Senior. A good, smart student at that. For some reason, things just weren’t interesting in her classes today. She didn’t doubt the subjects were the same as always, and should be as easy to concentrate on as usual. It was February after all, she’d been doing it all year. Today though… Her mind was stuck on something.

Lily had known she was a lesbian since she was 16, but she’d never actually gone out with anyone, or even had sexual contact yet. The only trace of it was her constant nightly fantasies about beautiful women over ones about boys. This, though, could come to an end soon. Lily had been chatting online on MSN with an older woman who lived in the same town as her, and after about a week, the woman had suggested to meet up in her apartment… Lily was now 18, so this wasn’t outside the realm of possibility or legality.

She was a bit worried though. This would be her first time, and she didn’t actually know this woman very well. Sure, she knew she was brunette, 27 years old, had blue eyes, and her name was Ashley. She’d been told that, but she didn’t actually know the woman that dubbed herself XxAshyLove177xX. She didn’t know what she liked, disliked, she couldn’t tell what her personality was, and she certainly had been hoping to have her first experience with someone she loved. She was a bit hesitant about the age gap, but honestly, it didn’t matter too much to her. People who cared about age over personality or physical features are just idealistic, stubborn, and afraid of society’s judgment.

All in time, she supposed.

The bell for lunch rang, meaning 3rd period history was over. She usually had no trouble paying attention in that class, but today, none of the lecture about government duties soaked in. Mr. Wentworth gave her a strange look. He was one of her favorite teachers– and likewise her in terms of students. He probably realized something was up, but thankfully didn’t question her on it.

Lily got lunch quickly, sitting down alone, per usual. She didn’t really talk to anyone in her lunch, as somehow it happened that her friends all had second lunch.

Her pocket vibrated as she was finishing up her pizza, she’d gotten a text message. Strange, considering the small amount of friends who actually texted her.

She took her phone out, and looked at the unknown number. Not knowing what to expect, she opened the text.

‘Hey Lils, looking forward to tonight baby? ;)). I get off work at 2:30… What time did you want to come over?

-Ash’

Her heart fluttered, and she instinctively swallowed.

‘Umm, idk.. I’m availible at 2:00 onward. Anytime, really…’

She hoped it wasn’t too obvious she was still in high school from the time. She had neglected to give that detail, as she thought it might scare Ashley away.

‘Cool, maybe I can pick you up at 3:00 from your house? :)’

She had already given her her address, so that would work.

‘Yea, sure Ash, sounds great! I can’t wait.. <3' The bell signaling the end of lunch rang then. ‘Sweet. I’ve got to go now, my lunch break is over, have a great day!’ Lily thought it was somewhat strange with the timing, but it was around noon after all. Obviously a coincidence. With that, she was off to 4th period English with Ms. Young. Lily really liked her, and where Mr. Wentworth was a favorite, she was the favorite teacher. She really hoped she could pay attention in her class today– she’d definitely try. She walked from the overcrowded high school cafeteria to the English building, and headed to her class. Walking in with a few minutes to spare, she leisurely walked over to her seat, and waited for the youthful teacher to begin class. Ms. Young, matching her surname, was a rather youthful teacher. She had just gotten her degree in the last 5 or so years, although she didn’t know her exact age. Ms. Young was currently sitting at her desk in the back of the classroom, looking anxious about something. She wondered what it could be, but had her own anticipating thoughts on her mind as well. Soon, the class filled up and the bell rang, the melodic tone pushing the class into a mode of ready to begin. Somehow, Ms. Young had the ability to make her students do this before she even asked– an aura of respect, or something. “Hello Eskort Bayan today, guys. I hope you all did your reading, because we have a quiz today. You may use hand written notes that you’ve made while reading the chapters, but only that. As a reminder, electronics are not allowed, but you all know that by now.” Ms. Young said. She walked up to the front of the room and retrieved a stack of papers. She handed them out to each row of desks. Lily wasn’t sure if it was just her, but she felt Ms. Young’s eyes linger on her– and when she looked, she seemed to be spacing out for the briefest of moments. She quickly snapped back to reality, looked away, and continued to pass out the papers. Lily was curious as to what she was thinking about, but it admittedly did make her happy to be looked at by the youthful brunette teacher. She, sadly, had developed a bit of a crush on her in the past year. Her fantasies definitely reflected this crush often, and gave her a deep longing on those countless lonely nights she’d spent with those thoughts of the older brunette woman. She shoved those feelings to the back of her mind though, as she always did. Especially today, when she was going to be… Giving herself to another.

She couldn’t afford to have those feelings, ones so impossible. Yet, she knew it was useless to try to dispose of them. Her eyes flashed to Ms. Young’s desk, drinking in her beautiful face, and her wondrously fine curves. She noticed the cute way she chewed on her lip when she was concentrating on something, or the expression she got when daydreaming. While she enjoyed her admiring session, she forced herself to get back to her test. She didn’t intend to lose her A in this class over a pretty face, so to say.

She finished among the first, as a few others had already handed in their test to Ms. Young. She usually was the first to hand any test in, but she wasn’t as fast as usual today. She stood up as quietly as she could, and walked over to Ms. Young’s desk, handing her the test. Her hand accidentally brushed against the teacher’s casually, which made her look up at Lily momentarily. Ms. Young had the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes she’d ever seen, and really enjoyed staring into them… She broke off the gaze soon after, muttering an apology. Ms. Young just smiled at her reassuringly and took her test from her, and Lily returned to her seat.

Everyone had finished up by the time the last 5 minutes rolled around, so Ms. Young told them that silence was no longer needed. Granted, with 5 minutes left, nothing could really be done, so everyone just chattered. Lily sighed, just wanting to be through the day. The bell rang, and she quickly picked up her stuff and left. 5th and 6th periods passed by rather quickly, as it was only Gym and science respectively. Gym was just thoughtless physical activity to her, as she was already firm and fit, while science was simply boring… Not that she did bad in it, it just bored her.

The whole time she was staring at the clock anyways, just waiting for the minute hand to swing around to the 12 mark, letting everyone out of school for the weekend(it was Friday).

After an eternity of waiting, the bell rang.

“Have a good weekend, class!” Ms. Osma called after them as the class poured into the hallway. Lily’s heart was racing as she realized she only had an hour left until Ashley would pick her up from her house. The fact that she walked home didn’t make it better– she usually took about 25 minutes to walk to or from school, which probably left her around a half hour to truly get ready for one of the most important moments of her life, if Ashley was early!

Shivering, she quickened her pace. She got home at 2:20.

Immediately, Lily hopped in the shower, scrubbing every part of her incessantly, leaving nothing uncleaned. How embarrassing would it be to smell bad with a new, experienced partner.. This would essentially be a first impression experience.

By the time she was done showering, she noticed she had about 20 minutes left. Perfect to pick out something to wear… She really had no clue how to decide. What does one wear to her first time having sex with someone?

Well, she wanted to look sexy, for certain. Maybe a tad pretty/cute… Lily idly wondered if this would be a one time thing. She really hoped it wouldn’t be, and Ashley had said as much, but many people say whatever they can to get into a young girls pants. Lesbian or not.

She decided on loose fitting jeans and a red tank-top. She took off her bra beforehand… She just felt it was the right thing to do for some reason. It made her breasts feel strange, but she endured that. She was proud of the firmness of her 36C breasts, and they didn’t let her down, as she thought they looked awesome bra-less. Her cleavage was really showing nicely.

She exhaled deeply, trying to calm her racing heart. She wasn’t sure what to expect… She sat down on the couch in her living room, waiting. She traced her fingers over her legs slowly in anticipation. She was starting to get nervous. What if Ashley didn’t like her? What if she messed up and turned her off? What if she wasn’t attractive enough…..

All these thoughts raced through her mind, up until the doorbell rang loudly, permeating the silence of the house. Lily audibly swallowed, and rose to her feet. The butterflies in her stomach seemingly clawing their way out.

She started walking over to the door, her steps padding lightly on the hard, polished wood floor. When she reached the door, she breathed in deeply, and slowly exhaled. Her hand hesitantly grasped the cold doorknob, her stomach alight with a blaze of excitement and worry.

She twisted the knob and pulled the door open, and her eyes bulged. Wide.

“Lily… It’s you?” In front of her, standing in a red blouse and jeans, was Ms. Young. Ashley. Ashley Young.

“Ms… Young… Your name is Ashley?” Lily stammered. Tears flooded to her eyes, and a deep fear of rejection suddenly crashed into her. A deep feeling of comfort stirred inside her, knowing Ashley was the teacher she’d grown to like in that way. Still… She doubted her teacher would want her at all.

“Oh god… I’m sorry.. Ms. Young.. Ashley, I… You probably don’t want anything to do with this now, do you.” Lily whispered, visible tears rolling down her cheeks, and her eyes closed.

“Lily….” Ashley said softly.

“I understand…” Lily replied.

“I mean… We’re student and teacher here,” She said

“I know.” A dejected, resigned tone had entered Lily’s voice.

“I… I didn’t know it’d be you, Lily, but…”

“No, Ms– I mean, Ashley, don’t. It’s okay, I understand. “

“Lily, just hear me out. I’m surprised that it’s you, I had no idea you were one of my students when we were taking online. But, I don’t care. You’ve always been beautiful to me, even in class… You’re such a beautiful girl, Lily,” Ashley said, stepping forward and taking Lily into a deep embrace.

“Ashley..?” Lily whimpered, unsure what she was doing. She felt weird calling her teacher by her first name, but it was appropriate at the time, and she couldn’t imagine calling her “Ms. Young” In this situation.

“It’s okay Lily. I understand if you don’t want to do anything anymore, but honestly, I think you do. And Lily, I definitely do too.” Ashley said, leaning down and kissing the young student softly on the lips.

Lily’s soft, forest green eyes gazed into Ashley’s intensely, and she started responding to the kiss lightly, lovingly. It was better than all of the fantasies Lily had imagined put together to finally be able to kiss her English teacher.

“Let’s go, Lils…” Ashley said softly, grabbing the younger woman’s hand and walking towards her car. She opened her passenger door for Lily chivalrously, and received a shy “thank you” in return. She smiled, and walked over to the driver’s side, getting in.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, Lily?” Ashley asked. She was still a bit worried about her, and didn’t want her to feel pressured or forced into anything, just to be happy.

“Honestly, I’m more than okay with it. I’ve wanted this for a long time… It makes me happy that you’re someone I know and care for, rather than just someone I met online…” Lily said softly.

“Good. Just so you know, I care for you too, Lily. I can’t say I’ve thought about this extensively before, you’re my student in school, after all.” Ashley let out a nervous laugh. “But outside of school, let’s just ignore that detail.”

“I think that’s the best thing to do” Lily said, blushing. The situation seemed surreal, it was absolutely perfect for her.

“Ummm… Ashley?

“Yes, Lily?”

“I’m wondering.. What are you going into this expecting..? I mean, after today/tonight…”

“I only expect what you want to give, Lily. I’m not going to force you into anything, but ideally, I don’t just want this to be a hit and quit.” Ashley said.

“Wow… Really??? That makes me so happy! I want the same, really. I want a lover, not someone to sex me up, and… Admittedly, I want you for that lover.”

“Well, Lily, I’m overjoyed at that! But, we’ll have to make sure to keep it private for the next 4-5 months until you graduate. I trust you can do that?”

“Don’t worry, you know I wouldn’t tell anyone anything that would hurt you.”

“I’m glad to hear it.”

Ashley pulled up to a small house in a middle class neighborhood.

“Well, we’re here,” Ashley said.

They both got out of the car, Ashley getting her house key ready.

“You’ve got a nice house Ash,” Lily exclaimed as they walked inside. There was a staircase on the left side of going forward when entering the house, going up, and on the right, there was a variety of openings which looked like they led to a living room, a kitchen, and the 3rd room wasn’t in sight of the door for Lily to see, as it was under the stairs.

“Thanks” Ashley smiled. She took Lily’s hand in her own after they took off their shoes, and took her up the stairs, where her bedroom was located.

“Last chance to decide you don’t actually want to do it, Lily”. Ashley said as she opened the door to her bedroom. Lily didn’t even respond as she stepped into the room and absorbed the interior: It was painted a light pink color, with silken dark red sheets and transparent light red curtains.

“Ashley, do you even have to ask?” Lily said, and with a boldness that suddenly sprung up inside her, she paced over to the bed, and laid down on it, stomach up, and looked expectantly at Ashley.

That was all it took. Ashley smirked as she paced over to her bed, and placed her hands on each side of Lily, crawling over her so she was looking down into the young girl’s eyes.

“No, I don’t.” Ashley said, and she brought her lips down to Lily’s, who immediately reciprocated. Lily didn’t feel like being shy anymore– not with Ashley, not where she was. She pushed her tongue up against Ashley’s lips, and found an easy entrance to the older woman’s mouth. She swept her tongue across every inch and cranny of that warm, delightful mouth, before finally settling on the other girl’s tongue.

Ashley slowly inched Lily’s tank top up above her stomach, running her hands along the smooth skin of Lily’s side. Her hands crawled up Lily’s smooth abs, and finally Ashley broke the kiss, tugging off the piece of clothing altogether, leaving Lily completely topless before her hungry eyes. She gazed down at the young beauty, lust clouding her senses. She slowly brought her hands down to Lily’s breasts, and covered each with her palms, grasping them and taking her nipples in her fingers, rubbing them gently. She lowered her mouth to Lily’s right nipple, while concentrating on the left with her left hand. She took it into her mouth, lightly sucking and nibbling.

“Ohhh….” Lily whimpered, placing her hands lightly on the sides of Ashley’s head, and closing her eyes, savoring the wondrous feeling. She had no idea it could feel so good, having your tits played with.

Ashley’s right hand snaked down to Lily’s waistline, trying to undo the button on her jeans. She didn’t want to stop her current ministrations, so it took a bit, but finally, the button came undone. She quickly tugged the zipper down, and Lily lifted her hips off the bed and helped her remove the jeans, leaving her only in her white cotton panties. Ashley’s hand softly rubbed Lily’s center through the thin fabric, slowly moving up and down along the length of her dampened womanhood.

“Oh god, Ashie..!” Lily moaned at the new contact.

Ashley started trailing her mouth down Lily’s stomach, while running her hand down her side. While Lily was a little disappointed at the loss of contact with her breasts, her skin felt divine from Ashley’s attentions.

Soon Ashley had made it down to her hips, where she ran her mouth across her hips just above her panties, and delved lower, kissing up and down her legs, inching her way to the inside of Lily’s soft thighs.

“Ash.. Stop teasing!” Lily whimpered, pure arousal shining in both her eyes, and her wetness.

Ashley didn’t respond, but she slowly tugged down Lily’s panties, trailing them down her soft legs, and over her feet. She discarded them to the side of the bed. Getting on her knees in between Lily’s legs, she took in the blonde’s fully naked body for the first time. Lily blushed red at the older woman’s stares, feeling self conscious a bit.

“Ashley, that’s no fair…” Lily said.

“What?” Ashley asked

“You’re still wearing all your clothes and I’m wearing none…” Lily protested with a smirk

“You’re right, mind helping me with that?” Ashley grinned teasingly

“Definitely…” Lily replied, sitting up, her bare legs on either side of Ashley’s body. She reached out and quickly undid the buttons on Ashley’s blouse, before gripping the bottom of it and pulling it up. Ashley raised her hands in the air to help the process, though unlike Lily, she was still wearing a bra. Lily reached behind her and unclasped the bra, letting it fall to the side and exposing Ashley’s perfect 32B breasts to her lover. They may not have been as big, but they were just as firm and well rounded as Lily’s.

“They’re wonderful…” Lily admired, groping Ashley’s tits with her exploring hands, tweaking her nipples as Ashley had done to her, and eliciting a small whimper. She liked that sort of power over her love…

“Thank you,” Ashley said softly, unbuttoning her own jeans and sliding them, along with her panties, off in one go, rather than wait for Lily to do it. Soon, Ashley was entirely bare as well, and Lily’s admiring eyes scanned over her body appreciatively. Lily laid back again, wrapping her legs around Ashley’s waist, and nudging her forward with the back of her feet. Ashley laid in a makeshift missionary position between Lily’s legs, lowering herself down to kiss the younger girl.

She also lowered her womanhood down to Lily’s, grinding against it with her own as they kissed. Lily let out a small moan as they kissed, and in response, Ashley ground their pussies together harder than before, as well as faster.

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Big Dicks

This is a work of fiction and fantasy. It includes graphic depictions of risky sexual practices between two consenting males. If that is not your thing, you have been warned. If it is your thing, enjoy!

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It wasn’t your average work week. It wasn’t enough that our office had a Friday afternoon deadline, corporate changed the specs on the project three times that week. Did I mention the third time was 11:fucking:45 on Friday morning when the project had to ship at 5pm? Well, we made it. 4:48pm, Friday, August 28 on the FedEx scanner . Needless to say there was plenty of whooping and hollering when that package was out the door. That was when we looked at the office we had practically been living in for the past 5 days. What a fucking mess. Papers everywhere. Food, dishes, cups and glasses that hadn’t been touched in days. Garbage cans unemptied. What a nightmare. It took us almost 2 hours after the project was completed to clean up the office. It was 7:00 by the time we were able to turn out the lights and lock the doors. Most of them wanted to hit a bar or two to celebrate, but I had seen enough of these folks for the last 5 days thank you very much. I needed to work out some agression and get away from people, if you know what I mean.

I hit the gym about 7:30. Oh boy did that workout feel good. Spent some time on the elliptical, then weights and finishing up with a little kick-boxing. It hurt like hell since I hadn’t been in the gym in nearly a week, but man did it feel good to get rid of the shit I had been carrying from the office all that time. Every slap of my foot or fist against the bag was me bitch-slapping that arrogant asshole from corporate who had no fucking clue what he was doing on this project. I showered and changed and finally staggered home.

I made myself a stiff double scotch and scrounged around the fridge for something to eat. I actually found enough to make a salad which was a welcome relief from all the crap I had eaten in the office that week. I poured another scotch and got out of my clothes, ready to hit the hot tub, when I passed my computer. Although I had taken out a great many frustrations at the gym, there was one that suddenly bitch-slapped me for attention. I needed to get fucked!

I logged in to my account at manhunt and then finished getting undressed. The scotch was just kicking in and I was feeling better and hornier all the time. Since it was Friday night there were lots of lurkers online and my mailbox was filling up quickly with junk. Meantime, I was fending off some wanna-be’s from my IM. I knew what I was looking for tonight. I had seen him online several times but we had never hooked up. I was hoping against hope that he would be online and was just about to give up when his profile appeared online.

“Masculine top, strong-silent type, rugged features, well hung, experienced at anal play, long lasting, ‘bend over, I’ll drive’.”

For a second my mouth went dry, then I laughed at myself and sent him an email. Soon we were on IM talking about likes – cigars, scotch, weed, poppers, toys, anal play and fucking – and dislikes – fems, lurkers, cheaters. I was beginning to squirm in my seat as we chatted until I finally asked if he would like to meet. Yes. My place? Ok. Now? The sooner the better.

I gave him the details and he said it would take him about an hour to get there. Fine by me and we logged off.

An hour?! What was I thinking, I hadn’t been home in a fucking week!! Oh well, this would have to be the quick clean version. I stuffed the dirty dishes into the dishwasher – don’t turn it on, I thought. You don’t want it running when he gets here. Laundry and dirty sheets went into the hamper. I only had time to straighten around the house, no dusting or vacuuming. Then again, I only planned for him to be in the bedroom, clean sheets were enough!!

I still had enough time to get into the shower and use my nozzle attachment to clean myself out. I love using enemas because it makes my hole really hungry to be stuffed! I tried not to get too into it as I fed the nozzle up my ass. Mmmm, just wait, I thought, you’re going to get the real thing soon enough. I felt the water flowing into me, bringing my ass to life, making me crave big, hard cock. Then I opened up and let it out, my asshole now craving to be filled again. I washed away all traces and made sure I was clean as a whistle. Just enough time to put on a robe, light some candles, adjust the lighting and get the hot tub warming up.

I was pleasantly surprised when he arrived. I had expected him to be only vaguely like his profile description. But he was truly ruggedly handsome, well built without being muscle-bound and he exuded sex from every pore of his body. I was in lust and I hadn’t even seen him naked yet!

I invited him in and asked if he would like to join me in the hot tub. He said he would, so I directed him to the bedroom and gave him a robe to change into. He had brought a gym bag with him which he left close to the bed. I Bayan Eskort shivered as I imagined what might be in there, but decided to wait and let him show me when he felt like it. I poured him a generous scotch and we retired to the deck to sit and enjoy a fabulous evening. I also raided the humidor for two of my favorite Habana Reserva Romeo y Julietta’s. We sat and chatted and smoked and sipped for quite a while watching the lights of the city across the river from my condo and admiring a beautiful starry night sky above. My condo is an end unit with no other units visible, a private little paradise overlooking the bustle of society.

Our conversation had turned to sex and I was beginning to get really horny in his presence. I looked over and saw that his robe was now open. A nice, thick cock was nestled between his legs. 6 inches and semi-hard at this point. His body hair had been trimmed but his cock and balls were shaved. I could just see the glint of a leather-studded cock ring surrounding his shaft and balls. He noticed my gaze and he chuckled as his cock twitched. He spred his legs wider and took a nonchalant draw of his cigar. I knew what he wanted.

I stripped off my robe and knelt, naked, on a towel between his legs. I rubbed his legs and belly, moving up to tease his nipples. His cock throbbed under my ministrations and grew at least another inch. We moved together and our lips met in a hot kiss. We tasted of scotch and cigars. I could smell the gentle musk of his cologne. Our tongues teased and coaxed each other. The kiss was long and hard. He was taking my breath away as his tongue demonstrated what he would soon be doing with his cock.

Breathless, I broke the kiss and looked into those dark, shining eyes. He smiled and put his hand on top of my head. I took the signal and moved down to his nipples. I heard him suck his breath in between his teeth as I licked and bit his sensitive nipples. I felt his now rampant cock throb against my belly as I toyed with him. His hand was on my head again and so I kissed my way down his belly, kissed his thighs and laid soft kisses on his cock and balls. His cock was rock hard now and throbbing, every bit of 8 thick inches. I licked the head and then the shaft. He trembled and grunted. I closed my lips around the base of his shaft and slowly moved up and down wriggling my tongue while he panted softly. I backed off and looked at the throbbing dick in front of me. I looked back up at him and those sexy dark eyes. His intent was clear and his hand on my head drew me down to the object of my desire. I opened my mouth and took his cock inside. I slowly took as much as I could fit inside, thrilling a little inside when I heard him moan. I savored the feel and taste of his cock in my mouth as I slowly sucked him.

His hand left my head and he let me suck as I pleased while he continued to smoke his cigar and sip his scotch. I worked his shaft as best I could (I’m not much of a deep-throater), but it was certainly a hot, wet, sloppy blowjob – lots of spit, lots of tongue, sucking hard and then gentle. He was certainly getting into it because his cock got harder and harder and oozed more pre-cum by the minute. I licked up and down the shaft and moved down to his balls. A deep, low moan issued from him as I mouthed his very large – and very full – ball sac. I made several trips with my tongue from his balls up the shaft of his cock, wolfing down his dick when I got to the top. Then one hand was playing with his balls while another teased his nipples and my head bobbed up and down faster and faster on his cock.

His cock was a thing of beauty when hard. Thick, veiny, with a slightly salty flavor. I could feel it throb in my mouth as I worked him toward climax. I heard the change in his breath and with a muffled grunt I recieved several hard spurts of cum in my mouth. I sucked hard and swallowed, though some of it leaked out. His hands held my head as he gently fucked the last of his cum into my face. When he had finished, I licked up the last traces, cleaning his cock and balls with my tongue. He smiled and eased back into his chair.

I asked him if he would like a fresh drink and would he join me in the hot tub. He said yes to both. I brought out fresh drinks and towels. He stripped out of his robe so I could fully admire his impressive physique – well-turned calves, strong thighs and compact hips (perfect for hard, vigorous thrusting!), a trim belly and muscular upper torso and arms, not a body-builder, but in very good shape, a man’s man, built for sex. We adjourned to the hot tub.

We settled in for a soak, easing away the tensions of a few moments before and sipping our scotch. He complimented me on my blowjob technique. I was a little embarassed becasue oral is not really my specialty. He asked me what my specialty was.

“Taking it up the ass.”

“Taking what? Fingers?”

“Yes.”

“Toys?” “Yes.”

“Cock?”

“Yes.”

“Cum?”

(Oh god, he made that sound so fucking sexy!!) “Yes”, I blushed.

He pulled me to him and I sat astride his lap. The hot water of the tub as well as the bubbles and the jets had invigorated us. My skin was tingly all over. I could feel his recovering cock throb against my thigh and then against my butt as the water swirled around us. We kissed hard, long and hot yet again and his fingers sought out my ass. He pulled my cheeks open and stroked my quivering asshole as I ground my cock into his belly and kissed him with every thing I had.

“Are you ready to give me your ass?”

“Yes.”

I stood and helped him up from the hot tub. I dried him off almost worshipfully and led him inside to the bedroom. I lay back on the bed, offering myself to this man to do with as he pleased. He smiled that menacingly sexy smile and retrieved his bag from beside the bed. The first thing he pulled out amazingly enough was a bong! Oh yes, this was going to be a blow-your-mind fuck!!

We got some water for the bong, all the while playfully nipping, kissing and stroking each other. Then I licked and sucked his renascent cock as he lit and took a couple of hits. Then it was my turn to enjoy his oral talents as he went down on me while I took a couple of hits. We played this game for several minutes, trying to see who could make the other gasp or exhale with our oral tricks.

Eventually, he put the bong on the nightstand and pushed me back on the bed. I was floating on a purple buzz cloud as I watched his serious “sex” eyes take in my body. He played with my nipples and I closed my eyes and moaned. Before I realized it, his mouth was on them, sucking, nibbling, licking my sensitive little buds. Then he was kissing his way down my torso until he engulfed my cock with his mouth. I moaned loudly and my hips came up off the bed to meet the moist heat of his mouth. He pushed me back down and I just lay there and reveled in his oral magic. He sucked me hard and deep, hungrily devouring my cock. His hands began to stroke my thighs and my balls. I spread my legs to give him whatever access he wanted. He grabbed me behind the knees and gently pushed my legs back. His mouth came off my cock and licked down the shaft to my balls. I shouted out loud from pleasure as he worked my balls with his mouth and tongue. His mouth moved lower, beneath my balls. I began to pant with desire. I reached down and grabbed my own legs, pulling them to my chest, opening up my ass to him. He sucked and licked on my balls while his fingers played in my crack. I was moaning incoherently by this point.

“Ooooooooooooh fuuuuuuuuuuuck.”

I moaned low in my throat as his tongue found my asshole. Almost better than getting fucked is getting rimmed. And oh, he knew how to rim! I was going out of my mind lying there with my knees pulled to my chest trying to get his mouth and tongue into my ass. He licked my hole with broad strokes until it was puckering open and closed for him. Then he would drive his tongue deep into the ring. I would gasp and try to let him inside. His lips would seal around my hole and he would suck and nibble and wriggle his tongue into my asshole. My cock was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum. He made love to my asshole with his mouth and I was in heavenly bliss! I have no idea how long the incredible rim job lasted. I just know when he finally pulled his mouth off my ass I was as horny as I have ever been in my life. I wanted to be fucked 10 ways to Sunday and I knew my man could do it.

He reached over into his bag again and drew out a small brown bottle. Oooooooh baby, I thought to myself. This is going to be seriously mind-blowing, breed-my-ass sex!! He took a couple of hits from the bottle and offered it to me. I took a pair of short hits and felt the tingle run through my entire body. I reached over and grabbed the bong for one more deep hit, then two deep snorts of poppers. My brain exploded and all I could feel was my cock and ass throbbing with need. I went down on him one more time, worshipping this cock that was soon going to ravish my ass. After paying those 8 thick inches homage with my mouth and tongue. I looked up at my man…

“Take my ass!”

I knelt on the bed, face in my hands, ass offered to do as he pleased. I heard him open the lube and felt the cool, slick liquid coating my asscrack, dripping off my balls. I felt his hands gliding through my crack, teasing my hole, playing with my balls and cock. A finger introduced itself into my asshole and I sighed with pleasure. Soon it was sawing away full-length into me, smoothing the way. He knew the way into my ass – rimjob and poppers and you can pretty much do anything you want in my ass. I was fully open to him as another finger slid inside me and began to open up my hole. I rocked back on my knees, helping to fuck myself on his fingers. It felt so good. He pulled his fingers out and held my hips steady. I couldn’t really see what was coming, but I didn’t much care at this point. I felt the cool, blunt tip of a toy asking for entrance to my asshole. I relaxed and pushed back as a medium-sized butt plug slid home in my ass. He massaged my cheeks and lower back, stroked my cock and balls as he pushed and pulled the plug in and out of my ass for several minutes. He pushed it home one more time and pulled me up into a kneeling position. He grabbed the bong and took a deep hit. Then he kissed me hard and while we were kissing he exhaled the smoke into my mouth. I tried not to gasp when I figured out what was happening and finally managed to suck in a little smoke. He chuckled as he broke our kiss to take another hit. I knew what was coming this time and while his tongue worked its way into my mouth, I sucked deeply of the smoke he offered me. He put the bong back down and reached for the poppers.

“Ready?”

I nodded.

He placed the bottle underneath one nostril while his other hand reached for the butt plug. Suddenly he pulled the plug completely from my ass. I inhaled hard on the bottle at the unexpected removal of the butt plug. My eyes opened wide, staring into his dark, inscrutable ones and I thought the top of my head would come off. My asshole spasmed trying to find the toy and pull it back inside. Looking at me intently, he pushed the butt plug back into my ass. I gasped and panted trying to accomodate it so suddenly. He pushed the bottle under the other nostril and again ripped the butt plug from my body. I inhaled hard again, a little more prepared this time and felt my whole body tingle at the rush of pleasure, pain and amyl nitrate. He put the bottle away. I knelt face-down on the bed and reached back with both hands to pull my asscheeks open for him, offering my ass to his pleasure.

I heard him open the lube bottle again and felt him move between my legs. I was a little suprised when I felt another toy being introduced to my ass instead of his cock. But I sighed with pleasure as an anal twist slid up into me. The concentric ridges on the dildo popped inside my anal ring with a slick, juicy sound. My asshole welcomed the invasion and it was soon buried inside me up to the handle. I sighed and moaned as he slowly worked it in and out of my ass. I love that sound a toy makes in your ass when it is all slicked up and slicing in and out of you. I grunted into the sheets and ground my ass back into the tool. The rings on the dildo popping in and out of my ass felt awesome. He sped up and slowed down and played with my ass until it was open and I was gasping with pleasure. I turned my head to look back at him. Looking deeply into each other’s eyes he slowly inserted the twist again, pausing when it reached the handle and then pushing it further into my guts. My eyes got wide as I struggled to let it all up inside me. He smiled as 11 inches slid deep inside my ass with just the knob of the handle sticking out. He pulled it all the way out and pushed it all the way in again as I lay there and grunted with sexual pleasure. He did that twice more before removing it completely.

I lay there panting and gripping the sheets. My asshole was flowered open and spasming in delight, waiting for more ravishment to come. I heard the lube bottle and looked back to see him prepping another toy, an ass master. I reached back again to hold my asscheeks open for him, letting him know he could do as he pleased with my asshole. The ass master was much thicker than either the plug or the twist. Even in my current buzzed and open state, I had to consciously relax to let it inside. I felt the thick latex tool split my ass. I sighed as the widest part breeched my anal ring. He didn’t stop at the handle this time, inserting as much of the thick 10 inches as would fit in my ass. His hands stroked my balls and cock, my ass and lower back, as this monster toy stretched my willing hole. He pulled me up into a kneeling positing and pulled enough of the toy out so he could get a grip on it. As he held it in place on the bed, he told me to fuck myself on it. Placing my hands on my thighs to brace myself, I began to bounce up and down on the toy. It was just at the right depth so that my upward movement pulled the widest part of the dildo out of my ass and my downward thrusts plunged it deep inside. My asshole was getting an amazing workout and I hadn’t even been fucked yet. I was hard as a rock and there must have been a huge pool of pre-cum underneath where I knelt. I grunted loudly and incoherently as I fucked myself on the huge tool. He showed his pleasure at my wanton anal display by kissing me in mid-thrust. I held still with the tool buried up my ass while we exchanged another breath-taking kiss. Our tongues twined affectionately and hungrily. Mid-kiss, he began to twist and turn the toy in my ass. I moaned deeply into his mouth as each twist and turn of the tool sent ecstatic bolts of pleasure radiating from my asshole throughout my body.

Not sure how much more of this I could take, I buried my face in his crotch and sucked hungrily on his thick tool. He continued to work my ass with the ass master, pistoning it in and out, turning, twisting, dominating my asshole. Between deep slurps of his cock in my mouth I begged him.

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In the Summer of 1970…

Charlie was heading off to college out west, while I was going to school nearer my home, and when we met on the day before he was flying out, I was filled with mixed emotions. I had known Charlie since kindergarten, and we had been best friends all of those years, sharing laughter and tears as we grew up.

Now we were parting, and even though we vowed to remain close, I think we both knew that it would never be the same again. Maybe that was what brought us to where we decided to meet that last day, at the run-down shell of a little league field in our old neighborhood.

Charlie was sitting on one of the benches that overlooked the field, which was deserted and in desperate need of attention. Back in our day the field was teeming with us kids from dusk until dawn, but maybe that was just the way it seemed to me years ago.

“What’s in the bag?” I asked Charlie, startling him as he was apparently daydreaming and unaware of my approach.

“Old demon alcohol,” Charlie said, lifting a bottle out of the six pack hidden in the sack. “I figured we would work up a thirst trying to find the old Fortress of Solitude back in the jungle.”

Funny how what we used to consider a jungle was in fact just a patch of woods about the size of a football field back near the railroad tracks, and I guess that was another example of how our world seemed to shrink as we got older.

I told Charlie that, and he laughed, telling me that at 18 we were already starting to sound like old men, and I guess he was right about that, like he usually was about everything.

“Do you remember where it was?” Charlie asked me.

“I think I could find it blindfolded,” I assured him, even though we hadn’t been back there in at least four years.

The Fortress of Solitude, as we called it, was our clubhouse/hangout back in our early teens. It was just a rickety little fort built into the side of a hill in one of the most overgrown areas of the woods, and we had named it after Superman’s sanctuary that was in all of the DC comics we used to enjoy.

Charlie and I made those little buildings all the time; tree-houses and forts and bunkers that would take us days to build and took only a minute for them to be wrecked or torched by the other neighborhood kids as soon as they discovered them.

The Fortress of Solitude was different though. I had lasted an entire summer, and was still standing the last time we had been back there. We had no expectation of finding it still standing today, but we wanted to at least go back to the site it had been at, to make a final toast to our youth and friendship.

As we headed down the path that made a serpentine trail through the woods, it seemed like kids must not come back there very much any more because the trial was overgrown in some places, and I nearly missed where we needed to cut through to get to the old fort.

That path was completely overgrown, and we got scraped up pretty good by the branches while bushwhacking out along the ridge that we needed to get around. Charlie was a couple of steps ahead of me when we got there, and I almost ran into him when he stopped abruptly.

“Holy shit!” Charlie said, and I echoed that when I saw it.

The familiar door that we had “borrowed” from the collection of junk behind Charlie’s father’s garage was crooked, but was still standing, as was the rickety little hut.

“Hello?” I called out, expecting to maybe see some hobo peek out from the little dwelling, but when nobody answered we came through the brush and opened the door.

“Smells like 1963 in here,” Charlie said as we looked in the dark fortress, which was dusty and filled with cobwebs but was in decent shape, all things considered, probably because of how the thing was sheltered from the elements somewhat by the hill behind it, which shielded and hid it.

The benches that we had “borrowed” from somewhere still were along the back wall of the fort, and the crate that we used as a table still had a couple of mostly burned candles on it.

“I can’t believe nobody ever found it,” I said.

“I think that kids stopped wrecking forts around the same time we stopped wanting to build them,” Charlie opined. “Plus, we really built this sucker to last.”

We left the door open as we stepped inside, and after we knocked down the cobwebs we looked around the room, which was about 8 feet long and half that wide, with one earth wall and three wooden ones.

“If these walls could talk,” I said.

“Good thing they can’t,” Charlie said. “A whole lot happened back here.”

“Debbie Dawson!” we said in unison, and laughed at the way our minds often worked together.

“Yet another girl who shot me down,” I lamented.

“You scared her when you showed her your dick,” Charlie said.

Charlie bursa escort had coaxed Debbie back here to show her our fort, but mostly so we could look at her tits. Debbie agreed to give us a peek at her goodies, but only if we showed her ours too. That was fine with us, so after I got to see my first pair of titties, Charlie and I had to drop our jeans.

“Ew!” I remember Debbie saying when she saw my cock pointing straight out at her, and while Charlie had a boner too it was clear that she liked his a lot better.

Debbie had told me to leave, and I did, but looked through a crack in the wall as she jerked Charlie off while he squeezed her titties. I remember seeing Charlie ejaculate all over the dirt floor with Debbie yanking away at him crudely.

“My first hand job,” Charlie said wistfully.

“I know,” I said.

“Did I tell you about that?”

“No, I was peeking through the wall,” I said, not mentioning the fact that I was getting myself off while watching the two of them.

“Pervert!” Charlie laughed.

“Her right tit was bigger than her left one,” I recalled.

“You remember that day better than I do,” Charlie said, and it was true.

I didn’t tell Charlie that while I thought Debbie’s tits were interesting and all, if I could have changed places with either of them that day, I would have taken Debbie’s place.

“I also remember Shari Appel,” I said, and the shocked reaction I got from him made it clear that he didn’t know that I knew about those two being an item.

Shari was the “loose” girl in the neighborhood, but our neighborhood wasn’t all that promiscuous. Shari gave head, and wasn’t particular about who she gave it to. Damn near every guy in the area got their dicks sucked by her. Everybody except me, that is, but even I got a hand job one time when she must have gotten desperate.

“How did you know about her and me?” Charlie asked.

“I would follow you whenever you would head back here,” I said, confessing to the three times I had seen them together.

“Boy, Jimbo,” Charlie said. “You did a lot of watching.”

“It was the closest I was ever going to get to having sex,” I opined, and although Charlie tried to laugh it off he knew it was true.

“Hey, you lose a few pounds, and girls will be all over you,” Charlie suggested.

“A few?” I said with a raised eyebrow. “Maybe 100?”

The fact was that I was fat. Six foot tall and 300 pounds, and while that was good when you were stuffing runs on the defensive line in football, it didn’t really work with the ladies. Being chubby and cute only worked for babies. Everybody loves a fat man? Not when it comes to getting laid, or even kissed.

“Okay, maybe 100,” Charlie said. “Lose it and you’ll see.”

Charlie would always get mad at the way I put myself down, but I didn’t want our last day together to be ruined so I dropped it and opened up a couple of beers.

“To the Fortress of Solitude!” I toasted, and we drank a salute to this rundown shack which was a testament to our engineering skills and luck, and then we drank some more.

“You come back here with Shari?” Charlie asked.

“A gentleman never tells,” I said, but then nodded that I had. “She gave me a hand job.”

“Alright!” Charlie chirped, slugging me on the arm.

“Not exactly what she gave you,” I reminded him. “At least 3 times.”

“Well, Shari has a big mouth, but not that big,” Charlie said. “You need a Linda Lovelace or something to handle that kielbasa of yours.”

“Big fat guy with a big fat dick,” I mumbled to myself.

“Huh?” Charlie asked.

“Nothing. I was just remembering watching you two back here. She did the same thing every time.”

“Well, it wasn’t like we were going to to our homework or anything.”

“I wish,” I started to say but stopped.

“What do you wish?” Charlie asked. “Wished Shari was back here now?”

“No,” I answered. “Wish I had done some things differently the last few years.”

“Who doesn’t?” Charlie agreed.

“You’re going off to school, and we’ll never be the same. You’ll get new friends. Better friends.”

“Wrong, Jimbo,” Charlie said. “New, yes, but they don’t come any better than you. You know I mean that. Hey man, don’t cry.”

I was fighting a losing battle with my emotions, as a tear trickled out from the corner of my eye as I thought about how horrible my life would have been without Charlie as a friend. I didn’t make friends that easily, but for whatever reason he kind of adopted me, and I loved him for that. Loved him.

“I love you, Charlie,” I said after swallowing hard.

“I love you too, man,” Charlie replied.

“If I asked you to do something for me,” I asked. “Would you do it?”

“Yes.”

“You don’t know what bursa ucuz escort it is yet,” I protested.

“Doesn’t matter,” Charlie said. “Maybe it’s the beer talking. Fuck, I don’t know. You never ask for anything and you always do anything I ask without question, so if you ask for something, how could I say no?”

“Give me 15 minutes.”

“Sure. Why not.”

“After 15 minutes, forget anything I said or did.” I asked. “Pretend those 15 minutes never happened.”

“Okay,” Charlie said. “Gonna make a confession or something?”

“Kind of,” I said as I took a deep breath and went down to my knees before him.

***

“Jimbo,” I heard Charlie say softly, but I didn’t look up – couldn’t look up – because if I did I would lose my nerve.

Instead, I concentrated on Charlie’s belt buckle and getting my trembling fingers fingers to undo it. The snap of Charlie’s jeans came open easily enough, and then the roar of the teeth of his zipper as it opened filled my ears.

White fruit of the looms. Charlie always wore them. He had worn that kind the day back here with me and Debbie Dawson and had been wearing them those times with Shari Appel. Those times, the bulge in the cotton was much more pronounced than now.

Those times, his cock had been ready for action, and when the elastic came down those times his cock sprang out at those girls. This time, after I moved his underwear down past the little tuft of brown pubic hair, his penis was in repose, clearly not expecting what was happening and probably not wanting it either.

Beautiful. That was the only word to describe Charles Kenny’s manhood. I had seen it countless times like this, the pale slender tube with the plump vein running down the top, and the long acorn-head dangling down to his balls. In the locker room at gym, or changing at the swimming pool or taking a leak in the woods

About 3 and a half inches soft and 6 inches erect, or so I had mentally measured it, and as I stared at this perfect specimen of manhood my heart melted. I reached up and touched it for the first time. Charlie’s dick was so warm and soft to the touch, and it had a rubbery feel to it as I raised it up straight.

Shari Appel had done this, just like this at least three times, and now I was going to do it. I heard Charlie gasp when my wet lips surrounded the head of his dick, and then my mouth enveloped all of him. I felt the softness of his pubes as my nose went into the bush, and then I began to suck on him, pulling the soft stem out as far as I could.

I had done this before, a few times. Mostly with that man who had picked me up while I was waiting for the bus that time. He didn’t make me do it, but I was so lonely and alone that I did what he asked. I was bad at first, but after a few more meetings I had gotten better.

Now, I never wanted to be any better than right now. I wanted Charlie to remember this even though I had asked him not to. I wanted him to get hard even if the thought of me doing this to him repulsed him. My tongue – my fingers – everything I could possibly do to get him hard, I did.

And it was happening. Slowly I felt Charlie’s cock begin to lengthen and stiffen in my mouth. I grabbed his ass cheeks in my hand and drew him close to me, intermittently running my hands down his legs and feeling the light dusting of hair on them.

He was hard. Charlie’s cock was fully engorged and now my mouth really went to work, Charlie’s hands were on my head, and for a second I feared he was trying to pull me away, but he was trying to get me to slow down, or at least that’s what I thought, so I did.

I tried to savor each second because the clock was ticking and I knew this would never happen again. I could feel the blood pulsating through Charlie’s perfect cock, and the way his balls tickled my chin each time I went down to the root of his member made me shiver.

Now I could hear Charlie’s breathing above me, wheezing like a locomotive as his orgasm grew closer and closer. His hands were now trying to pull me away, but only for a second before he figured out that I wanted to taste his cum.

Not grudgingly like Shari Appel, choking and spitting it out onto the ground. I wanted to taste it, and when I felt his seed rush through his manhood I braced myself, letting the hot cum spurt into my throat as my lips wrapped around the base of his cock and my mouth tried to siphon him dry.

It was like my hands on his ass were holding him upright as his orgasm shook his body. His knees were bent and his legs were shaking and he was cumming and cumming while holding onto my scalp tightly.

Then it was over. The taste of his cum – it was like a custard, and what didn’t end up down my throat I left in mouth as I kept his dick in there until bursa elit escort it had totally deflated. Then I felt Kenny’s hands under my arms, helping to lift me to my feet.

“That was…” Charlie said, his face as red as mine felt, and when he couldn’t finish the sentence he just shrugged his shoulders.

“I still have a minute,” I said, and when I wrapped my arms around my friend he not only let me hug him, but hugged me back

I managed to keep my tears out of sight until my minute was up.

***

If what had happened thus far back at our Fortress of Solitude wasn’t way beyond my wildest dreams, what happened next was even more unexpected.

“I can’t – you know,” Charlie was saying to me as he stood by my side. “Do what you just did.”

“I know. You don’t – I mean,” I stuttered.

After what had just gone on, the last thing that I expected was what was going on. Charlie had told me that he wanted 15 minutes as well, which was how I ended up with my jeans and boxer shorts down around my ankles and Charlie at my hip, holding my cock in his fist.

Charlie had told me to drop my jeans and boxers, which I did with embarrassment. You see, after what I had done to Charlie, I had an erection that was the boner of all times. When my cock sprang out in front of me, Charlie calmly grabbed it and began moving his hand up and down.

“You don’t have to,” I started to say, but Charlie cut me off.

“Remember that time with Debbie Dawson back here and she saw your cock?” Charlie asked. “I have to admit that ever since that day, I always wanted to touch it, just to see what it would be like. Never saw you with a hard-on before, and it freaked me out. Intimidated me for quite a while. How big is this thing? Got to be a foot long.”

“I don’t know,” I said, mesmerized by Charlie hand pumping my cock, but he knew better than to accept that bullshit answer, so I told him he was pretty close, although if nobody else but you sees it, an inch is as good as a foot.

“You mean we could have been doing this stuff all along?” I asked.

“I said I wanted to touch it,” Charlie said. “Not get married. Damn, my hand can’t get around it. Is this okay for you, like what I’m doing?”

“Yes,” I said, wanting to tell him that it was way more than alright.

“You know, guys at school, they talk about you,” Charlie admitted as his hand spun around the shaft of my cock, spinning up around the head and back down while he leaned against my side.

“I know.”

“No, I mean about your cock. Talk of the town, you might say.”

“Freak show material, huh?” I asked.

“More like envy material,” Charlie said, and after I laughed he insisted it was true. “I can’t tell you how many guys have mentioned that they wish they had what you’ve got.”

“Not used to anyone being jealous of me for anything,” I said. “Especially something like this. It’s not like I accomplished something. It’s all superficial.”

“So?” Charlie replied. “We’re young. This is the time to be shallow. You should go out and use this thing. You should be having it put in better places than my hand.”

There was nothing better than this, or at least that was the way that I felt at that moment. Charlie was by my side, his hand about to bring me to the greatest orgasm I would ever have, and his pants were still down as well, allowing me to look at his perfect penis wiggling as he jerked me off.

“I’m going to tell you something,” Charlie said. “But you have to promise not to tell.”

“Sure.”

“Cheryl, she’s always had the hots for you,” Charlie confessed.

“Cheryl, as in your sister?” I asked incredulously.

“Hey, I know she’s no great beauty and all.”

“No, she’s cute,” I said of Charlie’s younger sister, who was a little butterball but was very nice and just as shy as me.

“Well then,” Charlie said. “It’s up to you. She’s not 18 for almost a year, so watch it, and don’t tell her I told you she likes you. What the hell have I done? The thought of you two together is frightening. You would split her in two with this log of yours.”

Maybe the thought that Charlie’s sister liked me aroused me, or maybe it was my best friend’s fist wrapped around my cock, jerking me off way better than Sheri Appel had, but either way I was going to cum.

“AW!” I grunted as my cock erupted, sending wads of cum several feet across the dirt floor of the Fortress of Solitude.

“Damn!” Charlie said after I went limp, shaking a wad of cum off of the back of his hand. “What were doing? Saving that up since that day you had with Shari Appel?”

“Who’s Shari Appel?” I asked, as I looked at my handiwork splattered all over the dirt.

“Funny thing,” Charlie added as we pulled up our pants. “That was my exact same thought about 15 minutes ago.”

***

We never mentioned that day again, even though we’ve remained friends ever since. It was like that 15 minutes, or should I say that half hour never happened, but I know I’ll never forget it, and I don’t think Charlie ever will either.

***

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‘How was your nap, baby?’ my boyfriend, Noah, says to me as I tug my robe around me and make my way down the stairs. I immediately notice the overall warmth from the roaring fire in the fireplace which also creates a very calming amber glow to the room. Sitting on the couch in nothing but his boxers and a t-shirt I sigh as I make my way over to him. Laying on the couch on my back, my head in his lap, I smile as he leans forward to kiss me.

Smoothing his hands under the folds of my robe he traces the curves of my thighs, over my hips and moves up to slide the light fabric aside on my silk cami top. It’s easy for him to see how aroused he gets me; my nipples are fully erect and wanting attention. Cupping my breast with his hand, his thumb circling my nipple causes a moan of desire from deep within me.

Noah can barely whisper to me as he says ‘Grace, I have missed you and you know I would like nothing more than to take you to the floor and make love to you right now but I need to tell you that I have another surprise for you’. I stare up at him in disbelief and say ‘Noah, you’ve done enough. This cabin is beautiful, the lingerie is fantastic, I don’t need anything else’.

My head is swimming with the idea that his surprises seem to never end. When I got home from work last night I found Noah in my living room, a small suitcase packed for me and instructions to change into comfortable clothes. After a 4 hour drive, stopping only for dinner, we arrived just before midnight. Noah and I had discussed taking a vacation together but I had no idea he had this all planned. After a week of not seeing each other it was definitely a nice surprise. However, I didn’t realize the extent of his planning until I opened my suitcase earlier this morning and found it full of new clothes and lingerie…apparently he doesn’t plan on us leaving the cabin all weekend which in my current state of contentment is fine with me.

I return my focus to Noah as he is reminding me of a conversation we had a couple months ago about having a third person join us. To that I add ‘Noah, I don’t want just anyone with us, I want someone we both like’ and he tells me he found someone and he’s pretty sure I’ll like him. As if on cue there’s a knock on the door. I flash Noah a questioning glance wondering how long he’s held on to this little plan of his.

Sitting up to let Noah up off the couch he moves to answer the door. I take one look at the figure in the doorway and realize what Noah has done. Last night on our way to the cabin we stopped at a small roadside bar for dinner. During dinner I had commented to Noah that I thought the bartender was attractive, a bit young but certainly nice to look at. Noah obviously took that thought and ran with it. ‘You were the bartender at the bar we stopped at last night’ I said to our guest as I smiled with a mixture of embarrassment as well as heated desire.

I got up from the couch and moved over toward both men and Noah introduces me. ‘Grace, this is Rob. Last night after dinner when you went out to the car, I had gone up to the bar and asked Rob if he had heard of this resort. I wanted to double check our directions before we continued our drive. Turns out he works as the caretaker of the resort for his great Aunt he’s fully on board with it if you’ll have him’.

As I listen to Noah I find myself eyeing Rob from head to toe, sizing him up. I’m guessing he’s mid-twenties in age. His choice of clothing only hints at the broad shoulders giving way to a lean torso and slim hips. He is what some might call ‘eye candy’, that’s for sure. Knowing Noah would not ask me to do something I was not comfortable with, I escort bayan move over to Rob, now standing next to Noah and say to both men ‘Let’s go relax in the hot tub first’ as I take Rob’s hand to lead him upstairs.

I turn to look back at Noah and can see this new venture is a complete turn on for him. He’s still standing in the same spot I left him however the growth underneath his boxers is a clear indication that he is definitely on board with this.

As I lead Rob through the master bedroom to the hot tub on the patio, I notice the bottle of Tequila is still in the cooler from last night and I reach for it. Noah has arrived, already stripped of his shirt and making fast progress with shedding his boxers. I remove my robe letting it fall in a pool of silk at my feet leaving me with nothing but a barely there cami top and matching boy short lace trimmed panties.

Noah moves in behind me, pressing himself up against me leaving no question in my mind as to how turned on he is. If I let him I’m sure he’d bend me over and ram his cock into my already warm and swollen pussy without hesitation. However I sense this experience with Rob means just as much to him as it will to me so I resist pushing back and grinding my hips into him, tempting him more than necessary.

Raising my cami top slowly over my breasts I raise my arms as Noah slides it off over my head. Running his fingertips under the lace waistband he then slowly lowers my panties to my feet, not missing the opportunity to run his warm hands down my thighs. As Rob is undressing he is watching the scene unfold before him with Noah and I. He might even be questioning his presence among us, however I glimpse a smile across his full lips and realize he’s thoroughly enjoying the show.

As we all move in to the hot tub, Rob and Noah sit across from each other and I move over to Rob, facing him as I sit on his lap. I reach over for the bottle of Tequila and with a puzzled look on his face I say to Rob ‘We have our own way of doing shots of Tequila but I think you’ll enjoy it’. I instruct Rob to stick out his tongue and as I lightly shake salt on his tongue I take a swig from the Tequila bottle.

Immediately I move in to take Rob’s tongue in my mouth, sucking all the salt off it while coaxing his tongue further into my mouth by moving in closer. Rob reaches around my hips to pull me into him, pressing me against him as I work on his tongue, both of us tasting the Tequila and salt between us.

I feel Noah move in closer behind me and he whispers in my ear ‘This is so hot watching you with Rob’ as he reaches around and cups my breasts exposed above the waterline, teasing my nipples with his fingertips. As I lean my head back while Noah kisses my neck, I can feel Rob teasing my thighs farther apart with firm hands. Sliding two fingers inside me, Rob is now expertly tempting my g-spot with his fingertip while his thumb works wonders on my throbbing clit underwater.

Small deep throated moans turn into racing gasps for breath as my body gets assaulted with pleasure by both Rob and Noah. With Noah being a very giving and experienced lover I have always been fully satisfied by him, but I have never had all my erotic hot spots tempted at once. Noah can sense I am on the edge of an orgasm, almost desperate for it to overtake me.

Turning my head to the side to face Noah, his mouth fully takes over mine in a very hungry kiss. Breaking away long enough to allow me to catch my breath, his words are the final straw to my body’s resistance ‘Cum for us baby, I want to hear you scream for me’. Unable to resist I give in to the waves of pleasure overtaking görükle escort me, throw my head back, arch my back and cry out ‘Oh god this is so good’ as Rob continues to pleasure me to the end of my orgasm.

Nearly breathless, I slide off Rob’s lap to regain my sanity and hear Noah ask Rob to move to the bedroom to wait for us. Rob climbs out of the hot tub and Noah moves over in front of me. Cradling my face in his hands he asks me ‘Are you ready baby, do you think you can handle both of us?’ with a devilish grin. I tell him I most certainly can handle them both and quite frankly look forward to it.

He helps me out of the hot tub and takes my hand as he leads me to the bedroom where Rob is waiting. Rob has made himself comfortable in the middle of the bed, propped up against the headboard with pillows behind his back, legs spread out on the bed, stroking himself while waiting for us. I move to the foot of the bed and climb up on the edge of the mattress, crawling toward Rob.

Noah has followed me onto the bed and I turn to him and say ‘Babe, why don’t you slide in next to us on the bed while I work on Rob’s cock for a while’. Noah grins in agreement, moves to a position where he can get a good view and kneels on the bed to watch. Knowing this is already too much for him to sit idly by he begins working on himself, letting out a low moan as I move closer to Rob.

When I reach Rob I ask him if I can help him out by sucking on him as I reach one hand to feel how sensitive he is to having his balls played with. The slightest touch causes a gasp from Rob that can only be interpreted as need. Knowing he likes this is a bigger turn on for me. Kneeling between his spread legs I begin fondling, teasing and rubbing with one hand on his balls and move to support his very hard cock in the other hand.

Running my tongue at the very base of him all the way to the tip, circling the head, teasing with my lips and thoroughly coating his cock with the load of precum already formed on the tip, he is squirming on the bed. Placing both his hands on the back of my head he guides me closer to him and I offer no resistance. As my wet lips and full tongue slowly engulf him, taking in every inch of him he rolls his head back and says ‘This is so fucking good, don’t stop’.

Sparing a quick glance over at Noah I can see he is very aroused, still kneeling on the bed he has gotten out the bottle of lube and is now easily sliding his hand up and down his shaft, keeping himself fully ready for me. I continue working on Rob, backing off on my intensity when I sense he is getting close to his release which seems to be throwing him into a tailspin each time. I secretly question whether Rob has ever had a woman suck on him the way he’s reacting.

After a few minutes of watching me pleasure Rob, I can tell Noah is getting impatient. He starts to move behind me as I continue to kneel in front of Rob and tells me “I want to fuck you while you suck Rob’s cock right in front of me’ and takes hold of my hips. Knowing Noah isn’t one to take without any thought to my pleasure he begins rubbing his cock up against my ass, pulling me closer into him and grinding his hips against me.

Kneeling behind me he leans over my back, moving my hair off my neck and kissing me as he whispers ‘Spread your legs Grace, I want to feel all of you’. As I spread my knees further apart, arching my back to fully expose my warm slit for him he groans his approval, leaning back to view what he knows is his. I can feel him take his own cock in his hands, moving it up and down the crack in my ass all the way down to my clit. He loves bursa elit escort doing this and he knows it teases me to no end, leaving me begging for him to fill me.

With one hand he reaches around my waist, fingers moving toward my already wet pussy and spreads apart the smooth skin, working expertly on my clit which causes a gasp of pleasure, momentarily interrupting my concentration on Rob. Releasing Rob’s wet cock from my mouth I throw my head back and beg for Noah to take me ‘Please baby, I want you inside me now’. I hear a slight murmur from Noah and the next thing I feel is the tip of his cock barely entering my wet pussy.

I push my hips back into him hoping to speed along the feeling of him totally filling me and plunging deep inside me. When I’m not sure I can bear the suspense anymore he says to me ‘You want it baby, like this?’ and with one full push of his hips he has totally entered me from behind, putting his hand on the small of my back to steady himself as he thrusts farther and faster inside me.

The feeling of having Noah inside me, my pussy now thoroughly soaked from the lube that coated his cock, and his fingers flicking my clit toward orgasm is too much to bear. As I work the tip of Rob’s cock with my tongue I keep my hand sliding up and down, getting him closer and closer to filling my hand with his hot cum. I can sense Rob is getting closer to release; his hips are moving up toward me, asking me to take him there.

With one more plunge into my mouth I can feel Rob’s balls tighten, his cock pulses with pleasure as he begins to release. I finish him off with my hand, stroking him slowly as he begins shooting his juices all over my fingers and filling my hand with hot cum. He is calling out to me ‘Oh yes Grace, god this feels so good’ as his body slowly descends from the height of his pleasure.

Both hands now free from Rob I steady myself for Noah, gripping the blanket on the bed, sensing he is turned on to the fullest extent by sharing me with another man. Looking up at Rob still on the bed in front of me, barely a breath away in distance his eyes meet mine and he says ‘Let me watch you while you cum for Noah, let me see him fuck you’ and moves in to kiss me hard, demanding my tongue in his mouth as he sucks on it.

I can barely breathe as Noah continues to get me closer and closer to an immense orgasm. Rocking with the intensity of Noah ramming me from behind I tell him I am close, begging him not to stop. Spreading my knees further apart, leaning back into Noah and giving Noah’s fingers the fullest access to that sweet target of orgasm I cry out ‘Noah, don’t stop, fuck me while I cum on your cock’, my body now convulsing from the pulses deep inside me.

Noah continues plunging deep inside me as my wetness surrounds his cock; he slows down just enough to feel my pussy tightening around him with every wave of my orgasm. Feeling my body giving in to his he moves both hands to my hips Noah calls out to me ‘Oh god Grace, god you are so good to me’ as he slides faster and harder inside me. Matching his rhythm as he fucks me from behind I can feel his grip tighten on my hips, shooting his warmth deep inside me. With a low groan of satisfaction Noah leans forward and kisses my shoulders as he remains inside me until able to catch his breath.

The three of us, now fully satisfied, lounge on the bed making small talk. Seems a bit odd to be asking Rob personal questions after what we’ve just shared but it’s interesting to hear about the work he does at the resort. Noah gets up to get us all some wine and when he returns I pull him in close for a kiss as he sits next to me. Noah smiles and says to me ‘Grace, I have another surprise. I didn’t just rent this cabin for the weekend; I leased it for the entire season. We can come here whenever we want’ as his gaze moves over to Rob.

Knowing what Noah is implying I turn to Rob and smile a very delicious smile at him.

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Because I know how much you want it, I’ve gone to considerable lengths to meet a bi-curious woman. It started out online, of course. Chatting. A couple phone calls. Two weeks ago, I met Jill and her husband. Things went very, very well.

I’ve tantalized her by telling her about your gorgeous cock and your impressive control, your skilled hands and your intense mouth, your sensuality and your desire. She decided she is eager to take the next step.

Her husband, well, I appeased him with assorted activities last weekend and a promise of many more to come. He’ll be home, hard as a rock and making himself cum at least twice while he thinks about Jill and me making another guy’s dreams come true.

It’s perfect, really. Not that I’m patting myself on the back. Okay… maybe a little.

As a general rule, when an established couple arranges to have a woman join them, the newcomer is the belle of the ball. Everything is set up to ensure her delight and her pleasure, to make sure that she feels completely welcomed and valued. To be frank, she is the scarce commodity in this equation.

Tonight’s equation is a bit more complicated.

******

I decided that what we really needed was a cabin. A nice cabin, mind you. Not one that smells (faintly or strongly) of mildew. Not one that has weird old leftover blankets. A nice cabin with a king-sized bed, a living room area, a woodstove, and a small kitchen. Of course a nice bathroom for cleaning up afterward. Oh, and it needed to be far enough from other structures that no one would hear us scream.

Thankfully, this is possible. Not easy, but possible. Go west to the more rural areas and many things are possible. During mud season, they’re not only possible but also available and even affordable. The weather may be raw and unpleasant outside, but that does not concern us today.

Jill and I arrive early. I drove to her house and we caravanned to the cabin. I understand and affirm her need to drive separately; if she starts to feel uncomfortable, she needs to know she has an easy way out. We unpack our cars, carrying things in. As the hostess, of course I was in charge of groceries.

We give each other meaningful looks as we carry luggage and food into the cabin. We go exploring, adjusting the thermostat, checking the location of the woodpile. Of course, we manage to brush suggestively here and there– a hand on the ass, on a breast, between the thighs. Teasing is fun. Anticipation is arousal. Waiting and being rewarded is the essence of the game.

While I light a fire in the wood stove, Jill opens a bottle of wine. You may not be drinking much, but there’s nothing to stop the two of us from taking the edge off her nerves.

Working ahead at home, I had prepped beef stew. We combine a couple of tupperware containers into an enameled cast-iron pot, give it a stir, put it in the oven, and sit down to enjoy the fire and get mellow.

Certainly, there is an undercurrent of eager anticipation. But at the same time, what we both want and need is to relax… to not be *quite* so high-strung about what is about to happen. We sit on the couch. I lean back and open my arms and legs for her to snuggle up. She rests her head on my shoulder and listens to the speed of my heartbeat. I rub her shoulders, run my fingers through her glossy brown hair, and tell her over and over, in different words and different ways, what I like most about you. We sip our wine.

In my life, I have never come closer to combining pure relaxation and pure arousal than I do in this moment.

*******************

Sooner than I expected, you knock on the door. A moment of flurry and nerves! I make introductions. You brought us each flowers… nothing fancy, but in April a bunch of tulips is a gift from heaven. Mine are a deep purply-red, the color of my labia while you’re licking me. You chose pale pink for her… a lovely complementing color, and appropriately interested but tentative.

She busies herself finding a vase and arranging the two bunches mingled together while I welcome you, take your coat and get you something to drink. Looking at her flushed face, though, and seeing the glance she sends me, I know how pleased she is. Tonight is, of course, about fun and not the beginning of a Grand Passion. At the same time, “just for fun” need not exclude things like sweetness bursa escort and thoughtfulness. I have no doubt that we will reward you amply.

You’ve already done a wonderful thing to help bridge the awkwardness, but it’s not quite over yet. I set out bread and garlic-herb olive oil on the coffee table. I motion you into the side chair by the fire and take my previous place on the couch, calling Jill to join us. She does, and I pull her back in to rest on me as she was before. I’m in charge of conversation as the two of you exchange glances.

“Much as I love the outdoors, when it’s rainy and cold like this there’s nothing better than being inside by a nice hot fire.” I tangle my hand in her hair, holding tight for just a moment to remind her of when I held her head between my thighs the last time we met. “Did your drive go smoothly? Oh, I’m so glad to hear that.” My hand runs along her back and cups her ass. “The beef stew smells amazing? I couldn’t agree more.” My hand slides up, cupping her breast and pinching the nipple. “The bread and oil is SO good. I’m sure you’re starving. I know I am.” As she leans forward to get a piece, I slide my hand up the back of her top, startling her with my touch on her bare skin.

I don’t always crave sexual power. There are plenty of times when I want to lie back and allow someone else to make all the choices and steer the whole ship. At the same time… sometimes, taking charge is intoxicating stuff.

From the corner of my eye, I can see you fidgeting, brushing your hand with increasing frequency over your groin. I drink deeply of my wine and decide it’s time to be a bit more active.

I whisper to Jill. Her eyes dart to you and then back to me, nodding her agreement. We stand up and together move the coffee table off to the side, leaving an open space in front of the wood stove; I pull a blanket off the back of the couch and spread it on the carpet.

I stand on the blanket and pull Jill around to face me. (We’re standing with our sides to you, so you can see clearly what we’re doing.) What this sex party needs… is more nudity. We kiss again, very deeply, running our hands over each others clothed bodies.

In a more traditional threesome… the additional female is the guest of honor. But in this case… I’ve been with her, I’ve been with you. Who is the guest of honor??? Well, of the three of us… you’re the only one who hasn’t been a part of a threesome. It’s unusual but true. YOU are the guest of honor. Our goal tonight is to make YOU feel as excited and welcome as possible. We’re here to satisfy and fulfill YOU.

With that in mind, we continue kissing and groping. I unzip and remove her top, then push up the cami underneath so I can feast on her lace-clad breasts. My nose, my lips, my fingers, my tongue explore and excite as I remove her clothing. Soon, she is topless and leaning back into my supporting hands as I suck hard on her nipples.

Of course, this can’t last long. Our clothes come off in pieces and chunks– my jeans and panties, my sweater, her pants. I spend some time on my knees in front of her, eagerly sucking her clit through her wet panties. She writhes on my mouth, twisting and arching and throbbing but never quite able to cum– the cloth barrier is just too much. I accept defeat gracefully, pulling her panties down gently… and then honing in twice as hard and furious as before. I cup her ass with my hands and hold her up as she cums hard on my mouth, twisting her hands in my hair and crying out for more.

As she’s winding down, I shoot you a glance. Your eyes are glassy and your cock is out of your jeans and in your hand. I have both of you where I want you… perfect.

*******

Jill is still absorbed in her post-coital sensations as I gently pull her down next to me on the blanket. She lounges back on a pile of sofa pillows as I run my hands lightly over her stomach, breasts, shoulders, arms. I know how good extra sensations feel a time like this and I want to make sure she stays where she is, floating on a sea of no-thought-just-instinct.

I shift my eyes to your face. You are still stroking lightly as you do your best to absorb every moment and every detail of the scene before you. I know you want to be able to recall it perfectly afterward, and you want the memory to feel this amazing and this revelatory each bursa ucuz eskort and every time. You want time to slow down so this evening can continue for days.

The living room is not large; to move from touching her to touching you requires nothing more than changing my position. I kneel next to your chair and graze your cock with my hand, smiling to myself as you cry out in sudden eagerness. I brush your lips with mine for the first time tonight. I stroke– ever so lightly!– a few more times as your head falls back and you moan. When I turn my attention to removing your clothes, you groan again– this time in frustration about my hand’s departure.

Your noises have roused Jill from her daze and aroused her interest in getting to know you much, much better. My pussy has been wet for hours now, and is aching with familiar need at the sight of your hard cock. Even more exciting, though, is watching her look you over. Her face registers a flash of surprise, followed by sly delight, as she realizes that I had not exaggerated the delights in store. Her movements are catlike, sleek and predatory, as she covers the short distance and kneels in front of your chair.

As I finish removing your clothes, she licks the tip of your cock and then captures it in her mouth in one smooth motion. You cry out again, shuddering from her touch and her readiness to suck you. She looks up and meets your eyes, giving you a teasing smile with your cock still in her mouth. She grips your shaft and removes her mouth long enough to ask, “You like that, hmmm?” before returning to her explorations. Gently she teases and licks and tastes your head, then the length of you. It’s been years since she touched any man except her husband, and I know that’s she’s hungry for the newness of you.

I slide my hand under her ass and gently tease her slit. She was very wet before, but somehow she seems even more sodden now. Her lips and clit are swollen and heated. I tease them and she gasps on your cock, drawing an answering gasp from you. I smile to myself as I see the possibilities of this arrangement.

I moisten my fingers with her juices and penetrate her, earning another pair of gasps. I begin moving my hand, slowly and deliberately, pushing in and out of her pussy. Now her attention is divided… she’s still exploring your cock, but her body is involuntarily arching and rubbing against my hand. She moves so she’s on all fours and I shift and kneel behind her. I add a second finger, keeping my tempo slow so her pussy is aching for more.

You and I are facing each other, looking from her to each other. You’re completely dazed but doing an admirable job of hanging on. I’m smiling.

I add a third finger to her pussy, then pick up the tempo. Her mouth is still on you, but she’s only barely sucking you. Mostly, she’s gasping and moaning and begging incoherently for me to make her cum. I slide my left hand around her thigh and touch her swollen clit. Just a light touch is all it takes to push her over the edge. She’s cumming and cumming and cumming, fucking back hard on my hand and sucking jerkily on you and whimpering in pure, pure pleasure.

Eventually, her orgasms fade. I pull my fingers from her pussy. Her knees give way and she slumps down, her face still buried in your crotch. She rests her head on your thigh as her breathing returns to normal.

I gaze levelly at you as I take my middle finger in my mouth and suck on it thoughtfully, then lean over and feed you her juices off my index finger.

I’m proud of you– no, more than that, I’m amazed by you. I know you’re holding on for bigger and better things to come, but, damn. Your control is impressive. Not to mention sexy as hell.

*******

I move over to kneel next to you. My mouth on yours is hurried, urgent, eager, passionate. For the first time tonight, I feel my control slipping a little. My pussy has been achingly hot for hours, but that’s not what’s driving me at the moment. I feel, rather desperately, the need to make you cum.

It’s a funny idea, isn’t it, that the urge to make someone *else* cum could be so driving, so consuming? But it is. I may be the one ostensibly in charge, but the underlying reality is that I’m doing it all to serve you. Your aching cock, your cries of pleasure, your cum… those are my rewards. And bursa anal yapan escort I need those rewards. Badly.

Quickly, a plan forms itself. It’s nothing I’ve tried before. If it works, it will be memorable.

I tear my mouth from yours and order both you and Jill onto the floor. You, on your back. Her, on her stomach between your legs but not sucking you. Both of you comply with pleasing alacrity. Jill, in particular, is bouncing back admirably from her post-orgasmic haze. She’s a good girl. Before tonight is over, we’ll make sure she cums again and again.

I survey the scene before me and am thrilled someplace in me that’s far, far deeper than my pussy. My soul? Perhaps.

I should be staying in control, but my eyes betray me. They can’t seem to pay attention to anything except your wet, hard cock, standing erect in midair as you lie on your back. Oh god, oh god. How I’ve waited for this moment.

Two quick steps take me to where your hips are. I kneel down, facing away from you. (My only regret is that I won’t get to see your face. But, there’s no other way to do what I have in mind.)

I lean over and kiss Jill, long and deep. I’m telling her with my lips and tongue how pleased I am with what she’s done, and preparing her for what we’re going to do next. Drugged with pleasure, she responds eagerly and utterly mindlessly. She has moved far, far beyond thought and is acting on pure instinct. She would fuck anything I tell her to, any way I tell her to. Perfect.

Still facing away from you, moving smoothly, I swing one leg over you and lower myself onto your cock. Unsurprisingly, you gasp and convulse as my throbbing heat envelopes you. A younger man, after all you’ve been through, would have cum spontaneously.

Pleasingly, you do not– though, naturally, your cock jumps to full attention and you writhe beneath me. You grab my ass, try to thrust up into me. You, too, are acting on pure instinct. Your balls are aching and you need– NEED– to shoot. Thought and reason and process are past. Emptying and pleasure, pleasure and emptying, those drives alone control you.

Quickly, I rebuke you. Your job is not to move. There will be a time for moving. Your job, impossibly enough, is to lie still. I lean back a bit, careful not to lose you. Your cock is in my pussy. Your balls, the base of your cock, and my slit are now one glorious pathway presented to Jill for her to stroke and lick and suck.

Stroke and lick and suck she does. Your balls, the point where we are joined, my clit. Up, down, and around. Her hands are always on your balls, even when her tongue is not. She pays special attention to the base of your cock where it enters me, teasing us both by varying her licking from intense to gentle and back to intense.

Occasionally, you’re unable to control the reflex that makes you arch up into me. More often, I’m unable to stop myself from thrusting my clit eagerly toward her mouth, then slowly moving back down on your cock. Each time we move against each other, you cry out your need for me. Each time, I deny you just a moment longer.

Finally, instinctively, she focuses on my clit. It only takes a moment of hard sucking before I’m completely and utterly lost. My pussy is seizing, clamping over and over on your cock. At long last, my brain too has surrendered. I rut against you, my cries more of a constant howl than intelligible words.

As I expected, you have been edging for what feels like ages. My pussy shuddering on you, my hips grinding… you immediately begin your orgasm.

For better or for worse, I’m far beyond heeding– or even hearing– you telling me it’s too much. The contractions of my orgasms continue to clench you. I continue fucking against you, filling myself over and over with your cock. You are amazed, then overwhelmed, then begging for me to stop– but there’s no help for you now. I cum hard, over and over, on your hypersensitive cock as you writhe underneath me.

Finally my orgasms wane. I can hear again, and I’m filled with concern and contrition. I pull off you suddenly and you shriek. I turn toward you, curl up next to you. It seems like everywhere I touch makes you twitch and gasp. Jill snuggles up on your other side, finding similar reactions to her hands.

She and I lie as still as we can, watching you struggle through the extremities of your pleasure. Eventually your body calms, relaxes. We can snuggle up, on on each side of you. I know from your blissful smile that you are far from sleepy, despite the intense languor that’s soaking every fiber of your being.

Your cock softens… but not fully. I know that you’ll be ready again soon enough.

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