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Introduction to Men Ch. 03

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All week I dreamed of having sex with Larry while I masturbated. I even thought of it while I was fucking my wife and that resulted in a monstrous orgasm that had semen dripping out of her pussy and running down her legs as she dashed to the bathroom exclaiming “Yuch, you come too much!”

I had told my wife that I was joining a football pool and that every Wednesday we would get together for a bite and watch the game at a well known sports bar. Glad to have me out of the house she agreed that it would be good for me, never asking who the other guys were or where we went to watch the game.

I showed up at Larry’s door and was pulled inside and kissed ardently with a little tongue action to boot. “Hi Sandy are you horny tonight?”

“Of course Larry, I’m always horny and I’ve been thinking about making love to you all week, you’ve given me incredible orgasms.” Larry beamed at that compliment and took me into the bathroom for a shower. “It’s time we showered together to get you used to having someone wash you Sandy”. I was happy to comply and quickly dropped my clothes into a pile.

In the shower he made sure the warm jet of water covered me from neck to toe. “Turn around and I’ll soap you up Sandy” Larry directed.

Facing the wall I felt Larry’s hand and a bar of soap on my back, my armpits then down to my bum. As his fingers slipped across my anus I tensed a little causing him to laugh, “Relax Sandy, that’s for later” he whispered in my ear. “Turn around?”.

I faced him and he vigorously soaped up my chest, thighs and abdomen, curiously he avoided my crotch. Next he soaped my crotch paying particular attention to my cock and balls. I stiffened to a rigid pole while he stroked my cock and ran his thumb around the ridge under the cap. It felt so good that I was soon thrusting my hips to Gaziantep Eve Gelen Escort meet his stroke. I think Larry sensed I was near to orgasm so he knelt in the tub and placed his face and open mouth directly in front of my cock.

I moaned “I’m cumming Larry” as the first blast of semen burst from my cock all over Larry’s face. It was such a hot scene that I continued to pump streams of hot semen onto his face, some of it into his mouth and the rest onto his forehead, cheeks and chin. Licking the remaining drop from the end of my cock Larry smiled up at me like a cat just finishing a bowl of cream. He stood up and proceeded to kiss me so that both our faces were covered with semen. I licked a lot of it off of his cheeks and drove my tongue greedily into his mouth.

“God that’s hot Larry” I moaned into his ear. “Now it’s my turn.”

I soaped Larry’s back and as I ran my hand over his bum he pushed back. “Do you want to fuck me Sandy?” he asked with a pleading tone to his voice.

I have never had anal sex with my wife but at that moment it seemed like that was the best thing in the world to do. My cock, recently drained, rose stiffly to the call to action. I soaped the tip and put it at Larry’s anus. Pushing forward to meet his backward motion I was surprised when the head popped past the anal ring and slid smoothly into Larry. “Hmmm, that feels nice Sandy. Push in all the way please.”

I didn’t need much urging to begin to fuck Larry, he was so tight that the feeling was incredible and it was a natural thing to do. I had the sense to reach around and finding Larry’s cock stiff, take it in my hand and begin to stroke in time with my thrusts. “I don’t think you should do that Sandy, I’m going to cum too soon!” Larry gasped.

I knew Larry could probably only cum once and I wanted that to be in my mouth so I stopped stroking his cock and concentrated on fucking him. Having intercourse with a man was so incredibly tight and hot that I could not help but cum more quickly than I would have liked to. I thrust a final time into Larry grabbing his hips as I began to spew hot semen into him. Coming in waves I continued to thrust my raging erection into this welcoming hole. Honestly I don’t remember having had such a strong orgasm or producing so much semen ever before, but then I’d never had sex with a man before either.

“Ahhhh Larry, that was fantastic” I gasped into his ear as I slid my still rigid cock out of him. I stood back to see a stream of semen flow out where I had just vacated. Larry turned around, his eyes were bright with pleasure and kissed me saying “Thank you Sandy you sure know how to pleasure a guy.”

Now that the shower had turned to 30 minutes of wet, slippery sex it was time to complete the washing, rinsing and towelling and get into bed. I’d come twice in 30 minutes but was still incredibly turned on by the whole gay sex, shower, anal facial thing, my cock was as hard as it was at the start of the shower. “How about I dress up a bit for you Sandy?” Larry asked.

“What do you mean dress up Larry?”

“Well I sometimes like to dress up in soft, silky things to pleasure Bill. I think he has some latent heterosexuality tendencies that need to be satisfied!” Larry replied laughing.

“Sure why not, I like the feel of lingerie too. Once in a while Judy will wear a teddy or less frequently a garter belt and silk stockings that I bought thinking it would liven up our sex lives. Not!”

Larry had me lay on the bed and he proceeded to dress in a silky teddy, a satin garter belt & silk stockings and a pair of crotchless panties over top. Coming over to the bed he lay on top of me and began to slide up and down on me simulating a female-superior fuck session. My still rigid cock loved the feel of the panties and garter and I liked the silky stockings sliding up and down my legs. “God Larry, that’s so hot I think that I’ll have to cum again” I panted.

Larry stood up from the bed, pulled off the panties and returned with a small bottle of lubricant applying it to my hard cock. He then positioned his soft bum over my penis and proceeded to ram himself down on me. It felt just like when Judy sat on my cock, only tighter — very nice. As he slid up and down my cock he kissed me, licked my face and sucked on my nipples. Very gently he took a nipple in his teeth and applied just the tiniest pressure to it. I had never ever had my nipples sucked, Judy certainly wouldn’t do it. This erotic touch sent me over the edge and I began to pump semen into Larry. “Ungh, ungh…” was all I could say until I had emptied my load into Larry.

When I had finished Larry, still riding my cock, sank down onto my chest and we both lay there panting. “I’m sure I can’t cum again Larry!”

“No problem Sandy, just let me enjoy the moment.”

We lay for 10 or 15 minutes until Larry kissing me once more rose up off of my cock to head for the shower. I followed him on slightly weak legs. I’ve never cum 3 times in an hour before. We gently soaped each other up removing all traces of our sexual relations. I dressed and at the door to his apartment Larry said “How about we broaden your horizons a little Sandy?”

“What do you have in mind Larry?” I replied.

“Well, why don’t we include Bill in our fun next week?”

“Ok, if you think he’ll take the fact that I’ve been fucking his lover ok then I guess it would be interesting” I responded trying to mentally picture 3 men having sex. I kissed him gently on the lips and left for home humming a happy tune.

End of Part 3

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Neon Night

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There can only ever be one woman in my heart, and this is dedicated to her. MK

Buzzing neon night in the city that never sleeps. Car lights streaking along the byways, and a symphony of noises and smells rising from the 24 hour hustle of the sidewalk. Sirens ring through the night air as gradually, the sequence of lights being turned on and off in the skyscrapers eclipses the twinkling of the stars. One of these is to be the star that this story follows – the slow dimming of a light, high in a Brooklyn apartment. As it fades to a rosy glow, a feminine hand with long and sculpted fingers appears in the window. It hovers for a while, before vanishing, inch by inch, out of sight. The curtains may be drawn and the city locked out for the night, but one thing is certain – there will be little sleep between these four walls until sunrise.

We’re in our apartment, sharing a drink with two near strangers. I watch you gaze absently into your glass as the atmosphere heats up. Our relationship has been shining on for five sensual years, our sex life only enhanced by the degree of emotional intimacy attained. How we met and the years of struggle we faced before living our dream is of no consequence for now. We are together, and things have never been so good. Open-minded, daring and kinky to the extreme, we have no limits as far as sex is concerned – only ideas; and our latest brainwave is sitting right in front of us right now, in the form of two beautiful women, smouldering in the eroticism of the moment.

We came across them in a small club named Henrietta’s – one of Manhattan’s best-kept secrets. Like most of the women that night, they were horny and shamelessly open in their quest for something different. But what made them stand out for us was the intense sexuality they exuded, and their oblivion to all eyes around them as they got dirty on the crowded dance floor. Together, they had a magnetism that reminded us of our own relationship, and as the music ebbed away our inhibitions, so it drew us into the act of inviting them back to our home.

Although names were exchanged, they have drifted out of my mind on a cloud of fired up hormones. We have indulged in small moments of exhibitionism in the past – kisses, fumbles, and even some subtle nipple-sucking on a transatlantic flight – but never have we performed full-blown sex in front of another living being. It is made all the more exciting by the fact that we know little about these women.

As the conversation flows and the champagne sooths any nerves, they explain to us how they met on a flight attendant training course, enjoyed the most breathtaking sex, and then gradually lost contact as they were scattered across the world, their flight paths never meeting again until now. In their early thirties, they give the impression of being veterans at this game. One blonde, one brunette, both tall and glamorous to a mind-blowing extent, it was they who called our bluff when we stepped out of the taxi, by asking outright if they could watch us fuck.

For the first few minutes sitting opposite each other on two leather couches, it is almost as though this suggestion was never made. Instead, we make an effort to talk about pretty much everything while the champagne works its magic on our nerves. To out surprise, it turns out that these women have not seen each other in around seven years. After a month of breathtaking sex on a flight attendant course in Paris, they were separated by work and scattered to different corners of the world, their flight paths never crossing until now.

When we have exhausted all chitchat about life, travel, shopping and movies, the brunette, who is unmistakably the more dominant of the two shifts the topic back towards sex.

“So tell me, ladies,” she purrs, a glint in her eye as her foreign accent slips through our defences unchecked, “After five years together, you should have quite a collection of sex toys. What kind of things do you like to use on each other?”

There is a tense silence as your breathing becomes noticeably heavier, and I cave in to a fit of the giggles.

“We don’t actually use any,” you reply, never one to be outdone, “We can do everything we need to do with our fingers and tongues…”

The quieter Gaziantep Olgun Escort blonde stares at the floor, struggling to retain her composure, but her bold partner merely arches her eyebrows, the corners of her lips spreading into a seductive smile. Although nothing significant has happened yet, I’m only too aware of how close the women are sitting. Throughout our entire conversation, my eye has been caught repeatedly by flickers of movement – a subtle finger running along a thigh, the slow brush of one bare leg against another – and instinctively I cuddle closer to you. I can feel the heat rising from your body in one sexual wave after another. Now, there can be no mistaking the tension in the air.

Sensing the competition, you slide a hand onto my thigh, running your fingers up the inside of it until they’re dangerously close to my panties. I feel the blood rushing to my clit and the inside of my pussy starting to get wet. Glancing up to see if our guests have noticed, I’m surprised to see that they’re miles away, kissing with such passion that I can see two pairs of nipples hardening like small acorns under their the thing fabric of their tops. I suddenly want you like I’ve never wanted you before.

With no warning, your hand moves right over my pussy, holding it through my panties as though you know it belongs to you. I turn around to find your lips, and we drift into a kiss that has us spellbound. I suck slowly on them, enjoying every second as my fingers brush lightly down the side of your face. Your arm moves around me, pulling me in closer still and stroking the back of my neck until I’m crazy with lust. Just as my fingers reach out for one of your breasts, I slide my tongue inside your mouth. The sensation is makes my head spin. As I begin to massage your soft mound, your gentle sucking on my tongue puts me in mind of the way your pussy muscles tighten when my tongue is inside you.

The flight attendants are now on the floor in front of us, watching as you unfasten my pants and slide your hand inside my panties. I moan softly as you fingers find my clit in an instant. No one has watched the intimacy with which you finger me, and the live audience is having an incredible effect on your sex drive. Suddenly, I want them both to see how bad you want me.

You offer no resistance as I slide my hands slowly down your top and lift it over your head. It takes just a split second for me to unfasten your bra, distracting you with a soft kiss on your neck as your breasts fall like two ripe peaches. Your nipples are at the height of their arousal, and in the flickering glow of the candles, you look so sexy and beautiful and vulnerable to my lust. I catch the brunette’s eye as I lower my lips onto your nipple. With your finger still busy inside my panties, we are a truly erotic sight to behold.

“Why don’t you just take everything off, ladies?” she asks teasingly; and with that, lifts her partner’s short skirt to reveal a cleanly shaven pussy

In an instant, I find myself torn between exhibitionism and voyeurism. Closing my eyes, I wrap my lips around your firm nipple and begin flicking my tongue over it as I massage your breast slowly. Unable to move my mouth from your nipple, I rise to my feet, allowing you to start sliding my pants down. I step out of them and break free from you for a second in order to remove my top. Our guests are already in full flow, their clothes sprawled across the floor, and the brunette spreading her partner’s legs to such an extent that her clit protrudes visibly from between her full pussy lips. Slowly, the brunette takes a finger in her mouth, before pulling it out and sliding it up and down along the length of her lover’s slit.

Without even realising how far our encounter has progressed, we are kissing again, hotter than before, and our tongues clashing against one other as I begin to unfasten your pants. Tantalisingly, you grab hold of my thong and pull it up so that it’s pressing hard against my cunt. It’s as much as I can do to stand on my feet, and I position my feet further apart, almost willing you to slide the material into my crack begin rubbing it against my throbbing clit. But you don’t. Reaching behind me, you unfasten my bra and free my breasts. I turn around briefly to throw your pants to a random corner of the room, and you seize the opportunity, taking me completely unawares. I feel a sudden draught as you move my wet panties to one side, revealing everything I possess to the two ladies in front of us. Unable to stop myself, I am soon running my finger over my own clit, which is already soaked with my juices. You pull the panties off me, and I turn to give you a full view of how wet you’ve made me.

We look into each other’s eyes, and a million words pass between us, unspoken. I’m so proud to have someone as beautiful and wonderful as you for my girlfriend, and the effect that our lovemaking is having on the other couple has made me as rampant as a porn star. Pushing you back onto the couch and kneeling in front of you, I remove your panties and push your knees apart. It’s as much as I can do to stop myself from just driving my tongue straight into the crack of your pussy until it’s directly on your hard and insanely hard clit.

To a certain extent, we are playing to our audience. I spread your legs much wider than is necessary, causing you to fall backwards and surrender to my hungry lips.

“Spread her open for me,” insists the brunette, “I want to see how badly that cunt needs to be fucked.”

I am more than happy to oblige. You feel tight to my touch as I move your lips apart, and one glance at your gaping hole is enough to convince anyone of how bad you want me. I run my tongue along the length of your sex and you moan. Gently, I kiss your clit, unaware that behind me, at the centre of your field of vision, the two women are poised in the 69 position.

Slowly, I feel your pussy beginning to melt into my lips, and I want even more of you. While you watch our new friends eating each other out, my tongue begins to go crazy over your clit. Wanting more of you still, I pull you onto the floor, right alongside the other women, positioning you on all fours, just millimetres away from them, so that you can see absolutely everything that’s going on in front of you.

Running my fingertips as light as a feather along the insides of your thighs, I slide underneath you and start licking your wetness all over again. You’re taken completely by surprise, because all of a sudden you realise that I’ve not only learned how to tease, but learned how to do it really well. My tongue is everywhere – sometimes circling your clit, other times moving gently against the entrance of your pussy, but more often than not just taking one of your pussy lips in my mouth and sucking on it gently. And all the time, you’re getting wetter to the point where my mouth is filled with your sweet juices.

Almost desperate for me to just wrap my lips around your clit and massage it to oblivion with my tongue, you start moving your pussy against my face, grinding in tight to my mouth. I can’t resist, and begin eating you out with all the passion I possess. You know from my moans that with my spare hand, I’m busy fucking myself, but I can’t keep it up for long. Your pussy needs my full attention, and I am perfectly prepared to give it to you.

Feeling suddenly kinky in this sultry atmosphere, I move my fingers away from my own pussy and begin rubbing my juices against the entrance of your pussy while I continue to suck on your clit. Under my light touch, I can feel your muscles relaxing completely, and know that you’re as ready for me as you ever will be. I quicken the pace. My tongue now pushed firmly against the sensitive nub, I move it back and forth and an increasingly rapid pace. You begin to moan, and your moans are answered by those of the two strangers, hooked on our every move and dangerously close to cuming hard. I can feel your hips moving against my face and taste your wetness running into my mouth. I can’t get enough of you. Soon, I feel your muscles tense up and know that you’re on the verge of climaxing hard. I double my efforts, flicking my tongue even faster against your clit as a sweet ‘o’ comes crashing through your body. You whimper in protest, but I’m unable to move away from you until I’ve licked up every drop of your wetness.

Eventually, you can take it no more, and turn over, pulling my head back up towards your face. We kiss, but this is far from the end of our lovemaking, as I have quite a big surprise in store for you. You look so sexy as you lie back there recovering from your orgasm, and I feel my hormones surge again. The cries of pleasure from the two women in front of us have reached their crescendo and are now fading into breathless exhaustion. I kneel over you, one leg either side, and pull out a double-ended dildo from behind the couch. Running my finger over my clit a couple of times, I take one end of it and position it against the entrance of my pussy. This was something you certainly hadn’t been expecting, but you conceal your amazement like a pro. With one firm push, the dildo is all the way inside me, and I am entirely at your mercy. Your eyes focused on my blurry gaze, you pull it back out slowly, before thrust it back in, deep and hard.

Wasting no time, I spread your pussy open and position the other end against the entrance. By now, the entire dildo is so wet with my juices that it slides inside you effortlessly. It feels so kinky and fantastic to be joined in this intimate way with you, and the fact that other people are watching almost doubles the pleasure. I move my lips to yours and begin to kiss you passionately. Within seconds, I begin rocking my hips and fucking you really gently. Your pussy has reached its peak of sensitivity, and I feel you melting away beneath me.

I want to tell you how much I love you, how your body and your imagination make me hot to the point of burning, but I am unable to pull myself away from your lips. The dildo is cumbersome, bending at inconvenient moments and threatening to slip completely from our grips at any given moment. When the brunette appears alongside us, however, the transformation is mind-blowing.

Guided by her unexpected hand, we are now able to achieve full penetration. I fuck you slowly at first, rotating the dildo around the walls of your pussy until every nerve you possess is standing on end. Her girlfriend soon appears on the other side. Her chest is flushed from her previous orgasm, and her face so close to our bodies that we can feel her hot breath blasting our pussies. Bending down once more to suck on your nipples, I quicken the pace of my fucking, and almost by accident discover that in this position, it’s possible to be rubbing out clits together at the same time. The first touch of your clit against mine makes me want to let go and just cum instantly, but I pace myself – sometimes just concentrating on rubbing my clit against yours, other times focusing my energies entirely on fucking you deeper with smooth strong strokes.

Gradually, the pace quickens until we’re both fucking each other senseless. Time melts in tune with our emotions, and it is impossible to tell how long it is before the change occurs. But soon, I know that I can’t hold back any longer and sense that you have reached a similar point. Our pussy muscles begin tightening and despite the efforts of the brunette, the dildo becomes harder and harder to move inside us. We keep fucking regardless, so deep that now we’re just rubbing out clits together. Suddenly, the world explodes as our bodies tense and relax in a series of multiple orgasms.

Exhausted, I collapse in your arms and lie there for what seems like an eternity before I have the energy or the will to pull the dildo out of us both. I look into your beautiful deep brown eyes and find myself melting into your lips once more. It is gentle, it is reassuring, and as we lose ourselves completely to its comfort, the moment when our guests leave escapes us completely. They have disappeared into the night forever, but yet we feel no loss. It was a fantasy that we hardly expected to fulfil, fleeting as a shooting star, and now that it has passed, we are left to the unfathomable pleasures of our love.

The candles flicker and fade as I take one of your beautiful, sculpted hands and press my lips against it. Nothing has changed in the city around us – cars continue to weave along the streets, and the pedestrian shunt stutters onwards. As the morning sun creeps over the horizon, it almost feels as though this episode never took place – a mutual dream that sweetened one night of eroticism. We drag ourselves to bed, oblivious to the buzz of Brooklyn at our feet. Our neon night has ended, and wrapped in each other’s arms, we drift into a satin sleep.

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My Sorority Slut Ch. 03

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Susannah’s head was pounding when she woke, every one of her heart beats a stab of pain in her temples. Her eyes were closed but they still hurt. Her face hurt. Her stomach hurt. She had gotten a minor concussion once playing soccer, and wondered briefly, as her senses slowly returned to her, if she had again sustained some sort of injury. Then it came back to her. “Olive,” she muttered in a quiet curse, feeling her dry mouth twinge in pain as she spoke.

When she opened her eyes, the real shock began. Her vision was a little hazy, but she could clearly tell that she wasn’t in her own hotel room. Her stomach plummeted inside her. What had she done last night?! But sitting on a chair at the foot of the bed was Mary, her pledge mother. “There’s our party girl,” Mary said soothingly as Susannah stirred.

Sunlight was streaming in through a sliding glass door that led to a balcony overlooking the beach. “What time is it?” Susannah asked.

“Almost eleven,” Mary responded as she stood and walked over to the bed. Mary pressed an object into Susannah’s hand, which Susannah eventually recognized as her cell phone. “You need ANYTHING at all, even help walking back to your room, you call me, okay?”

Susannah was confused. “Okay,” she responded softly, even the sound of her own voice causing her ears to pound.

Even more confusingly, Mary turned away and began to walk towards the door. “He’s a really great guy,” Mary said as she moved towards the door of the room. “He stayed up with you all night, and wouldn’t let anyone move you. That’s why I’m trusting him with you, because he’ll be nice and respectful, right?”

“Absolutely,” came a male voice next to her. Susannah looked over and for the first time realized that Ben was sitting on the bed next to her.

Susannah was bundled under the bed covers and felt like she was still wearing her outfit from the night before. As she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, Susannah noticed that Ben had changed into a shirt and shorts and looked like he had taken a shower. “You watched over me last night?” she asked with a smile.

Ben frowned and looked down at his hands. “Yes, but there’s something you need to know. Our friends guessed we might want some time alone to talk, which is why they left us alone here.” He hesitated.

“What happened?” Susannah asked, still confused. “Did we hook up or something while we were drunk?”

Ben looked into her blue eyes again briefly, his face a mask of worry and concern. He hesitated again, and then deflected by saying, “No, but why were you with that guy in the car anyway?”

“That’s what I came here to tell you,” Susannah said, trying to sit up. Her head swam when she moved, so she just lay back down. She started her story from the point where she had tried to get out of the limo, pausing occasionally because it hurt her brain to try to recall her memories of the previous night. At one point, she went back and explained about how Olive had encouraged the girls to take so many shots. Then she went back to Olive in the limo, the boy cumming on her foot, and her stumbling out of the limo. “I tried to chase after you to explain,” Susannah pleaded, “but I couldn’t find you so I came here.”

Ben was quiet again, and Susannah just let him sit in his silence for a moment. Finally, he began, “There’s something you should know.” Then out came his story, spilling from his lips in an unending stream of words. He spoke rapidly, wanting to get it all out because he was afraid he would lose his courage somewhere in the telling. He shared how hurt and angry and broken he had felt when he saw Susannah draped around a stranger the night before. He talked about taking shots and dancing with Kelly, and by that time Susannah knew where the story was heading. She felt a cold queasiness in her stomach as he spoke, something she could not attribute to her hangover. He shared everything about what had happened in Kelly’s room the night before, ending with his walk back and discovering Susannah in his room. Finally, he said, “I promised I would be completely honest with you, and I intend to honor that promise even if it means you never want to speak to me again after this.”

Susannah was stunned, her eyes filling with tears. Her head still swimming a bit, she reached for a glass of water on the nearby night stand and drank deeply. Then she told her own story, coming clean completely about what had happened in the limo the night before.

A heavy, ominous silence hung in the room when they were done speaking. For a moment, neither said a word, and both avoided looking at each other. Susannah looked out the glass door to the bright sunshine and beautiful ocean beyond, while her tears began to fall.

Finally, Ben said, “Maybe we were just never meant to be together.”

“No!” Susannah said sharply and defiantly. She looked into his eyes, and when their blue eyes met, they could see the tears welling up in each other. “That can’t be the answer because I love you.”

“What?!” Ben coughed, Gaziantep Escort İlanları completely unprepared for her response.

“This is a stupid way to say it and a stupid place for me to tell you, but I will never forgive myself if I don’t. I love you, Ben. In all the shit last night and all the crap I had to take, it was the one thing I was sure of. It was the reason I ran after you and came all the way here to find you. I’ve never said it to any other boy before, but I know it with absolute certainty and clarity. I love you.”

“All this stuff that happens to us…” Ben began quietly.

But Susannah wasn’t hearing any of that from him. “… is just life and shit,” she said, interrupting his thought. “Shit happens, and I don’t know why it happens so much to me. I don’t understand why shit happens to good people just as much as it happens to bad. And I don’t know why it happens so much to you. Maybe it’s because I just take it all and I let it happen, but I’m telling you I’m done with that. Last night I finally realized what really matters to me, and it’s that you make me happy and I LIKE you and I LIKE being with you. That’s all I care about. So maybe you don’t feel the same way, or maybe all this crap is just too hard for you. Or maybe I’ve done too many stupid things for you to forgive it all. But I think that the only thing that should matter is how you feel.”

“If we’re good for each other, then why do we always end up here, in some disaster?” he responded. “I’ve never cared about someone the way I care about you, Susannah. But why can’t we just have a normal relationship and be with each other?”

“Look at the way we met, Ben!” she replied. “Nothing about our relationship has been normal, starting from the first night I met you. But what I’m saying to you now is, I have a lot of regrets. I regret what happened that night we met, but I DON’T regret meeting you. I DON’T regret anything I’ve done with you, because I can look inside myself now and see that I truly enjoyed my time with you. Yesterday and last night, I realized that all that matters is how two people feel about each other, and you can work out the rest. And I love you.”

She paused, looking at him uncertainly. Even with her hair a mess, bags under her eyes, her pale hangover face completely devoid of color, he knew his answer. And the fact that he could look inside himself and see it so clearly, even now when she would probably be embarrassed for any other boy to see her, told him that he knew it was true. “I love you too.” He bent down and kissed her softly on her warm forehead.

She beamed up at him but said teasingly, “No kiss on the lips?”

“You threw up a couple of times last night, it was a little gross,” he retorted, and then they were both laughing. Susannah tried to reach up and grab his shirt, but he darted away from her hand, saying, “I love you, but let’s go a little slow on the kissing after barfing.”

She shot him a dirty look and he responded by leaning down to draw her body up into his arms. He held her tightly in his strong embrace, their heads nestled against each other. It felt so right to Ben, to be holding her small, soft body in his arms. Despite the pounding hangover, Susannah felt a contented happiness.

“So what do we do now?” Ben asked. “How do we fix this?”

“Now I take care of business and stand up for myself like I should have been doing all along,” she replied.

———-

Ben took Susannah back to her hotel room to help her clean up. They were alone in the room, and there was a point where Susannah was in the shower and Ben wanted to jump in with her. But his gentlemanly instincts took over and he decided not to push her on this strange morning. Afterward, they went to lunch at a little diner across the street from their hotel. Susannah explained then that she could never feel satisfied or truly happy until she had dealt with Olive and the other forces that had kept tearing them apart. Ben said he understood and offered to help in any way he could, but Susannah told him that it was something she needed to do for herself.

The couple parted with a brief kiss in front of the diner. Feeling Ben’s strong lips pressed against hers once again, Susannah was sorely tempted to linger with him there. But she had business pending.

Susannah called Mary to say that she had something she needed to discuss. To her surprise, Mary responded, “Oh good, Susannah. We need to talk to you. Can you come up to my hotel room as soon as possible?” So Susannah headed back into the hotel.

To her surprise, Susannah found Kelly, Mary, her pledge sister Cassie, and her other pledge sister Lilly waiting for her in the hotel room. Susannah could tell from the concerned looks on their faces that something very serious was being discussed. Susannah took a seat on the edge of one of the hotel room beds as Mary told her, “We are having a very serious discussion, Susannah. I’m asking you all to be honest, with the understanding that whatever is discussed in this room will stay between all of us for now. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Susannah replied quietly, still not sure what was happening.

“Good, please continue Cassie,” Mary instructed.

“I was so out of it,” Cassie said quietly, looking down at her hands forlornly as she spoke. “They made us take too many shots, Olive had to know that. It was crazy and I could barely remember where I was.”

“We understand, Cassie,” Mary tried to say soothingly. “No one is judging you. Just tell Kelly what you told me earlier.”

Cassie looked up uncertainly, but she resumed her story. “After Susannah left the limo… I mean, the guy was all over me. I know I looked up at one point and Olive was watching, her arms around that idiot that she was hooking up with last night. I know I didn’t say no or anything, but I was basically out of it. I thought we were just fooling around, you know, making out and going a little further. But then… he was inside of me. I don’t even remember him getting my underwear off. I just sort of… came around at one point and realized that he was fucking me. And he wasn’t fooling around about it, he was just going at me.

“I tried to tell him that I didn’t want that, but I know I was just mumbling. I know I was stupid, I shouldn’t have let it get to that. And I wasn’t fighting him off or anything… I mean… maybe once it started to happen I wanted to let it keep happening. It didn’t feel terrible. But the worst part… the absolute worst part, was that Olive was standing over me cheering this guy on. I mean she was being really fucked up about it. I could have handled the rest… but Olive… it just pisses me off.”

“You have to tell Kelly what she was doing,” Mary instructed in the best compassionate voice that she could muster.

Cassie had been looking at her hands while talking, and it was clear that she didn’t want to look anyone in the eye while she told them all what had happened the previous night. But she obeyed her pledge mother and continued, “She was standing over me while this guy was fucking me, saying all this fucked up shit. She was like, ‘fuck that stupid pledge,’ and, ‘show this slut that she’s a slut.’ You know, really fucked up things to be saying. She called me a dumb tramp or something and high fived the guy who was fucking me, while he was fucking me, standing right over me! That was not right. At one point, my legs were up in the air a little, and like I said, I was kind of out of it. Olive starts holding my legs up, spreading them open, and telling the guy, ‘fuck this dumb bitch.'”

Cassie’s story was building steam and the anger was rising in her voice. “And at the end, Olive tells the guy to cum on my face! That stupid… I mean, I’m sorry, but she’s a stupid bitch. That dumb bitch Olive actually tells the guy to mess up the pledge’s face with cum. I told him not to, but of course he pulls out and puts all his gross shit on my face. It got all over my eyes. And then Olive and the two guys left me there! They just got out of the cab and left. I had to use napkins from the back of the limo to clean my face, and by that point, the damned limo driver was pissed that all these douche bag guys had cum in the back of his limo. I was so embarrassed… I just took a cab back here by myself.”

“That is NOT right,” Mary said angrily to Kelly.

“Mary,” Kelly said sternly. “Just wait. Lilly, I believe you had something you wanted to tell us.”

Lilly was the other pledge who had been forced to wear a bikini in Olive’s room the night of the football party, and stand there as eye candy while two guys double teamed Olive. Lilly had straight, dirty blond hair that fell part way down her back. She was shorter, maybe 5’3″ tall, and had a slim, petite frame with a pretty face. But her little body had some womanly curves, with some full B cup breasts and an attractive curve to her hips. Susannah knew that’s what men found so attractive about Lilly, her sexy curves on her petite, little frame.

“A couple of months ago,” Lilly began, “Olive caught me… short cutting some of my cleaning duties. I mean, I was really busy then, and I know I shouldn’t have done it, but I just sort of rushed through cleaning the bathroom I was assigned with a wet towel. Olive caught me doing it and threatened to raise hell. She said she was going to take me up before the executive board. She reminded me of the crap she pulled with Susannah and getting the whole pledge class in trouble. I tried to apologize, tell her I would redo everything, and I begged her not to take it out on the rest of the class. But she wasn’t hearing any of it.

“So she offered to make me a deal. She said she was going on a date later that week with some new guy and he had a friend he wanted to set up with someone. She said if I went along and made it a double date so her new guy would be happy, she would forget she caught me trying to get out of my chores. She made it sound all innocent, like I could just go along and humor the guys, and who knows maybe I might even like the guy. It sounded much better than the alternative, so I agreed.

“Her guy’s name was some tool name like Tristan or something. The guy she set me up with was Jake. Tristan was cute, but he was a total tool. And Jake was both a tool and unattractive. We went out for drinks in town, and it was all fine. I thought it was going to end there, but then Tristan says he has this nice car and he invites us to go on a little moonlight drive outside of town. I didn’t want to go, but Olive basically threatened me and told me our deal wasn’t over yet. So I went along. Tristan drives a Camero, so Jake and I got in the back. Jake was trying to get touchy during the drive, but I kept pushing him off. He was really stupid aggressive, I had to slap his hands a couple of times.

“Tristan drove us out to Pullman Park, the scenic overlook road there, and he parked at one of the scenic spots. He had barely parked and Olive was leaning over the seat to make out with the guy. She practically jumped in his lap. It was a… well, pardon me for stating it, but it was a whore move. Jake thought that was some kind of signal, so he leans over and jumps on me. His hands were everywhere and he was trying to kiss my neck. I kicked him off of me and told Olive I wanted to leave. She barely stopped kissing Tristan long enough to tell me that I was overreacting and to calm down.”

Kelly and Mary exchanged a look, and then Lilly continued. “So I got out of the car and walked away a little. I didn’t want to be in there. Jake came out after me and is all, ‘Where you going baby? What’s wrong? Come on, isn’t it a pretty night?’ and all these other pathetic lines. I just told him to stay away from me. But then Tristan came out of the car, he wanted to know what was going on. So then Olive comes out and she is pissed. She grabbed me by the arm, I mean real strong, and pulls me away so she can bitch at me. She says things are going great with her and Tristan, and if I screw it up for her, then our deal is off and I better believe she’s going to make me pay for the cleaning thing. I tell her I’m not just going to sit there and let some asshole grope me. So she tried to talk all soothing to Tristan and Jake plays dumb like he doesn’t know what my problem is. In the end, I agree to just sit in the back seat and Jake agrees he won’t touch me.

“I was sitting in the back seat, all pissed off, but now Olive and Tristan were making out on the front hood of the car. It was super slutty, I’m sorry, she just laid back on that hood and he was doing whatever he wanted. Jake comes and sits in the back seat on the other side, and there’s a ton of space between us, and I wasn’t looking at him, I just refused. But then Jake decides to just whip his tiny little dick out and start jerking off right there in the back seat of the car. He’s beating off watching Tristan go to town all over Olive on the hood of the car. So I got out of the car again, Tristan stops to ask me what’s wrong, Olive is furious again, I’m furious. Stupid ass Jake is just sitting there with his dick out. Olive is so mad, she orders me back into the car or else. I mean she was insane, her face was all red and she was like foaming at the mouth she was so crazy. She tells me to stop being a prissy baby and get back in the car. Well it was not like I could walk home from there if I wanted, so I got back in the back seat. I told her to tell Jake to stop being a perv, but she tells me to stop being a baby and just look out the window if I have a problem with it.

“Soon enough, she’s on her back on the hood, getting fucked by Tristan. The whole car is rocking back and forth and I’m stuck in the back seat while Jake beats off and is making all these sick moaning noises while he watches Olive. Olive is moaning like a whore on the car and saying all this filthy stuff to Tristan. I just wanted to go home. Tristan thinks some of this is funny, so he moves Olive so she’s bent over with her hands on the roof of the car over Jake’s window. She has her shirt off by then, and Tristan started doing her from behind. Olive’s floppy tits are flapping in front of the window, from Tristan doing her from behind, and Jake’s happy as a clam just jacking off while looking out the window. The car’s rocking back and forth, Olive is moaning, it was sick. Believe me, I didn’t want to see any of it, but I kept having to look over to make sure Jake wasn’t getting any ideas.

“Well Olive says she’s cumming, so then Tristan cums and finishes. I thought it was over. But when they’re done, gross naked Olive opens Jake’s door. She tells him she’s sorry that I’m such an inexperienced little prude. The bitch… I’m sorry, but she’s a bitch… the bitch takes one of his hands, thankfully not the one he’s been using to jack off, and puts it right on my boob over my shirt. I was about to punch her but she threatened me again if I didn’t just let it happen. Then she takes his little prick in her hand and finishes jacking him off. Thank God he didn’t last very long, but he was squeezing my boob as he came. Olive just jerked him off into the dirt outside the car.

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Amateur

I pull into the trailhead to find Eric leaning against the jeep, stretching out. His orange shorts fit snug and reminded me of how much I had missed him. It had been over a week since we had last seen each other…we talked and texted, but it wasn’t the same.

I pulled up next to him and parked, “Look at that hot guy!” I got out and grabbed his butt.

He turned to give me a steamy kiss, “Dude…fuck, it’s been too long.”

“Know what you mean.” He smiles as I say, “I’ve been missing my Eric. Let me get going…I need to catch up.”

He finished to watch me finish my warm-up. Patting me on the ass and grinning, “You know…this butt’s one of my favorite parts of running.”

“I fuckin’ hope so, dude.”

“Hey…you got the right idea! It’s gonna be hot…I need to get rid of this shirt. Let me throw it in the car.”

Eric and I were both shirtless and running on a wooded part of the trail. The sun was sprinkled over his skin, as we ran under the trees. We passed a couple women running towards us on the trail; they seemed to look us over pretty thoroughly…it was one of those conspicuous vertical glances, indicating they liked what they were seeing. Once they were past, he said, “Did you see that? They were checkin’ us out!”

“They were…both pretty hot, too.”

We had run 3 or 4 miles, before I, too, got distracted. It was his cute little running shorts. I couldn’t keep my eyes off that butt…it was the kind of butt you’d about follow anywhere it took you. It was obvious that I liked to watch him run…I positioned myself a couple feet behind, where I had the best view. I restrained myself from attacking him right there, on the trail. Anyway, I finally gave in to lust and reached out to slide my hand under one of those rounded muscles. Nobody was around, so I kept my hand there for a few seconds, to feel the muscle ripple from his stride. I could hardly breath, thinking about those legs, up on my shoulders or wrapped around my waist.

He looked over and tweaked my nipple. “Now, I think you got the right idea…we got better things to do!”

“We fuckin do! Let’s go over there and see if we can find some privacy.” I pulled him off into the woods.

Our breathing is still broken, but he shoved his tongue between my lips and groped my ass. His skin, moist with sweat, I pulled him closer and ran my hands over his firm body…and between his legs. “I gotta have some of that fuckin’ cock!”

“Fuck yeah…come and get it,” he replies!

Painfully confined and growing hard, we both popped ourselves free from our jocks. The two purple helmets stood proud, sticking out over top. We pulled our running shorts down and snapped the waistbands under our balls, with everything hanging over the top. After being curled up in that sweaty jock, it felt amazing to feel a cooling breeze on my dick. It was such a relief, I stroked it some…it felt like I could even breathe easier.

He grins, “Love to watch you, stroke that beast.”

“Let’s move back from the trail…I can still see it from here.”

Both cocks bobbed and bounced, as we moved back into the woods. We almost tripped over an old beat-up picnic table, “Maybe a deserted camp-site…I think this was part of an old girl scout camp.”

He grabbed the base of his dick and held it out, “Bet the girls would really enjoy some of this!”

“They would, dude…they’d have to fight me for it, though. I think they’d get a serious education with two of us.”

After the hot women on the trail and now girl scouts, I started to wonder. Maybe weird timing…maybe curiosity…concern…I Gaziantep Elden Ücret Alan Escort don’t know? I know how I felt. I had intense feelings for Eric, but I had to ask, “Do you ever miss that? Do you ever think about women anymore? Crave pussy?”

Both stroking and horny as hell, he answered, “Not really…not repulsed by it, but that dick pushes pussy right out of my head…ya know.”

“I guess, dude. I know you’ve gone through a lot. I want you to be happy.”

“After being in a relationship, with you, I’ve come to realize that I am gay. I know you’re happily married and bi, but I think, I’m happiest with men…only men. Besides, Tina and I adore each other and we’re comfortable sharing you…I mean…I think it really works for you…having both of us in your life. Doesn’t it?”

“It does…I do need both of you…in my life. Eric…I think it works for all of us.”

“I’m very happy and completely satisfied with you…I just don’t need anyone else. Though…I wouldn’t mind, if we had some hot, college babe watchin’…remember the trucker, Luke…how hot that was! So…to answer your question, I guess I have a little interest in women, but not very damned much.”

“The Luke-thing was fuckin’ hot!”

Again, testing the table’s stability with a nudge, he sat down next to me. We both started stroking for each other. Our bodies touched and I could still feel the sweat and heat from the run. He had an amazing, lean build with broad shoulders, solid abs and strong legs. I was staring at his hand, moving up and down the length of his dick. That smooth, muscular body, had little hair…he had a cute brown trace starting just above his navel and leading to his pubes.

I looked up to see that he was engrossed in watching me…and then I felt his hand close over mine, “Let me do it.” He took over, wrapping his fingers around my dick and stroking, slow and sensuously. I moaned, “Mmmmm…that feels goooood.”

His dick, glistening with beads of cum and weaving back and forth, was so enticing. It drew all my attention and I reached for it; it was hot when I held it in my hands. He got up, stood between my legs and pressed our dicks together; using both hands, he stroked them together…we both got to take turns, stroking all that beautiful meat.

Finally, he pulls away and runs his tongue down over my chest, licking sweat and teasing my nipples. His eyes lock with mine, as he pulls my shorts off and grabs for dick.

My hands, on the table behind me, supported the lean of my upper body. The shaft, resting in a matt of thick brown pubes, stood proudly from my body. Fully erect, it continued to bounce with each beat or pulse of my heart. I needed his lips so bad, but I didn’t rush things. I let it go, because he was admiring…or worshipping…worshipping my dick. Something I never mind…cock worship is something incredibly sexual and exciting. He continued his exploration, gently cupping the balls in his hand, while stroking with the other. He teased, “Are these babies ready…ready to pump out a serious load?”

“Oh yeah…gotta a big one…yer gonna like it.”

He flashed one of his sexy smiles and grabbed a handful of my butt…he kneaded, while stroking slowly over the big dick, in his hand. I know he loves to grope my ass, whenever he can…sometimes, he surprises me with a discrete squeeze…always with a cute mischievous grin. I really like it when he can get his hand inside and grab bare skin. Of course, it was always nice when we could cast reserved or discrete aside and show our affection (or lust) for each other.

His fingers sensually wandered up and down the shaft, feeling the veins that defined the surface. I dreamed of how the raised ridges would feel, sliding between his lips…I was so ready for the relief he could provide. Amazed that I had so much self-control…I was so tempted to hump my hips forward, driving it into his mouth…but I didn’t…I waited till he was ready. He leaned down to swirl his tongue over the tip; it darted over the slit, to lick up the drops that were forming. “Mmmmm, Robbie juice.”

After all the cock worship, finally, my swollen head popped through his lips and he took me into his mouth. I pumped into him while he kept his hand stroking, at the base. Whenever he did me this way, my dick was wild with sensory satisfaction.

“Oh yeah…feels so good….suck that big fuckin’ dick…suck it…uhhh…uhhh…it’s all yours. Right there, like that…just like that…uhhh…uhhh…uhhh…yer mouth feels so fuckin’ good…that’s it!”

“I wanna taste you…need to taste you…need to lick that gorgeous cock…look at that thing…mmmmm, that beautiful dick!”

“Just like that…fuck! Fuck…uhhh…uhhh…uhhhh…yer pushin’ me closer, dude…fuck! That’s it, man…gotta stop…yer…yer gonna make me cum. Sit up here and let me do you.” It was a warm day but it felt cold when I pulled out of his mouth. The wet dick sprung back to hit my belly and bobbed wildly as we changed positions.

He hopped onto the table and planted his feet so I had plenty of room. “Mmmmmm…look what I got for ya!” He moaned, as I scooped up the big drops, seeping from the tip and down the underside.

“Dude, it’s like honey…fuck me with that beautiful thing! Fuck, I missed this thing! Do my mouth!”

Placing his palm over the back of my head, he slowly pushed himself through my lips. He held it there for a second; it felt warm in my mouth and I could feel it pulsing…something I never tire of. Together, we pushed it to the back of my throat and he started pumping into me. He knew what I wanted…I wanted my mouth fucked…I wanted as much as I could get, almost sliding my lips down to his pubes. After a while, I watched it slide through my lips; it was all shiny with juice and spit. I loved the sense of a swollen cock between my lips, stretching them wide and sliding in long strokes…fuck, it was incredible! I really did miss this…it’s not like it had been months, but I wished I could have him every day…just like this.

Spreading a little further, “Suck me, dude…suck me! Fucccckkkk, that’s good! Suck that dick…feels so fuckin’ good!”

I worked the underside with my tongue, but he started pumping harder and faster. It’s exactly what I wanted, but I couldn’t keep up…I just pushed my tongue tight against the shaft…I could feel his veins. He was panting and moaning as if he was getting close. I was torn and thought to myself…I want the seed…I craved it, but I really wanted things to last. I wanted to enjoy that dick for a while…a long while…I wanted the fucking to last.

After just a few more minutes of moans, he spreads his cheeks and says, “Now, I’m really fuckin’ close…gonna blow my load…do my ass, dude! I need it…need it in my ass! I need ya to fuck me!”

With no hesitation, I stand up and grab at his hips to pull him to the edge. “Spread for me, dude!” He wrapped his arms under his legs to pull them back to his chest. “Mmmmmm, that looks sweet,” and I rub my dick over the little bud and tease my way in. Eyes rolling back and fluttering, his whole body reacted to the pleasure, as I push inward. Clearly, he needed this…he needed cock. Again, I felt his hands slide down my back to grab the smooth, rounded flesh of my ass. Groaning, he pulls me close and I bottom out; we both let out gasps. “Ohhhh fuck, right there…fuck me right there…give it all…to me…hard…fuck me hard!” I eagerly satisfied his need, pushing harder and giving his ass a stiff slap.

I break eye contact to watch my dick slide, in and out. Pumping and pumping into him, I watched his dick bob and bounce. “Fucccck that’s amazing!” Eventually he grabs himself to stroke, as I fuck myself deep into his belly. “Bear down on it, man…squeeze me…squeeze me with that tight ass…yesssssss…that’s it…fuck’n tight!”

He confessed, “God I missed you…missed this! Fuck that hole, dude…fuck me…fuck me…that’s goooood…uhhh…uhhh…fu…ck me…fuck it…fuck it. Fuck it out of mmeeeee…need to cum…fuck it out…fuck it out of meeeeee!”

In the throes of orgasm, he calls out, “Ohhhh god, Robbbbb. Robbbbbbieeeee…fu…ckkkkkkk…ohhhh…fuckkkkkkk! Robbbbbieeeee…fuccccckkkkkkk!” His body shook over and over, as cum sprayed over his belly and onto his chest…the last bit trickled down over his hand. Still inside, I held his warm body and our tongues meshed, probing deeper.

Finally, we came up for breath, “You need to finish; do it inside…wanna feel that load.”

I resumed, stroking into him, “Buddy, yer not gonna be disappointed with what I got for ya…it’s been a couple days…it fucking feels big!”

“Pump me hard till ya cum…fuck me hard! Uhhh…uhhh…uhhh, that’s it…use me…use me!”

That’s all I could handle; I fucked wildly, just pounding his ass, till the woods were filled with our moans. I felt it coming up from my balls and pulled out partway, leaving only the tip to finish the job.

I moaned even louder and sprayed into his ass; I came hard enough that you could see the shaft twitch, with each pulse. I remember it being a big one…a big load that was satisfying to both of us. “Uhhh…uhhh…uhhh…uhhh…fuck! You like Rob’s cum don’t you?”

“Oh Robbieeeee…fuck yeah, that’s what I wanted! Yesssss, I’m yer fuckin’ cumslut! Take it any…way ya wanna give it to me…pump all that seed into me….mmmm…that’s it!”

I use my hand to stroke the last of it into his ass. As he calls out my name, again, “Robbbieee,” he pulls me tighter. Both of us, spent and sweating, look into each other’s eyes and kiss…and kiss…on each other.

His ass sucked the last drops from my dick, as I pulled out. I hated to pull out, but he had put his legs down. Once I slipped out, he sat back to ogle. My dick, all shiny with cum, bobbed around in the dappled light that streamed through the woods.

“Fuck!” He smiled, “When can we do that again?”

I laughed, “Often…often as you want! Maybe tonight?”

“I want to just sit here and watch that dick…you hot fucker!”

I smile, “You keep busy with that and I’ll get your shorts.” I found all our clothes and we headed back to the main trail to finish the run. My head was still spinning some and Eric was sporting a puddle on the back of his shorts. A little further down the trail, the wet spot had grown and cum trickled down his thigh.

I whistled, “Hey, look at that hot guy with a creampie!”

He grins back, “Fucker…get up here…get in front…I wanna look at the hot guy that gave it to me.”

We ran a little further and he said, “I just might need your help later, in the shower…maybe you can help me clean up…you got the perfect tool, for the job.”

“Mmmmm…I’m there, dude!” That was all I needed to say…we were both happy to be together and confident that we’d make up for being apart.

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Something just happened to my family that leaves me dumbstruck and amazed. But I have to tell my story while it’s fresh in my mind. It involves myself; Jim Fields, my 18 year old daughter Cindy, and her best friend Contessa.

Contessa. Just her name is a lightning bolt to my crotch. Contessa is an 18 year old exchange student from Peru who began hanging around Cindy this senior year. Long dark hair, deep olive skin, and a voluptuous set of tits and ample ass that make the other girls in the crowd look like her students.

My wife Amy doesn’t approve of Cindy hanging around Contessa, pointing out that she drinks and smokes, and dresses like a high class whore. Of course, I have a completely different opinion of things, but my thoughts are driven by my aching prick.

This weekend, my wife was out of town visiting her sister, so Cindy begged me to let Contessa sleep over. I feigned reluctance, but I gave the go ahead knowing I’d be spying on them all weekend.

On Saturday afternoon, the girls came back from the mall and changed into their bathing suits. Cindy’s was a modest one piece, although I couldn’t help but notice how puffy her nipples were in the suit. Contessa, on the other hand, was wearing a string bikini that barely covered anything. Contessa bounded into the den to show me her suit.

“What do you think, Mr. Fields?” she said breezily.

My jaw dropped open as I took in her heavy, swaying tit meat, the cup material only covering her areolas. A sparkly navel piercing directed my eyes to her pubic mound, where wisps of silky hair peeked out around the puffiest set of camel toe lips I had ever seen, everything transparent through the filmy gauze of her bottoms.

“Uhh-doesn’t leave much to the imagination, does it?” I managed as I swallowed hard. I didn’t dare rise from my desk and let her see the damp pre-cum that was now leaking through my boxers.

“Oh, don’t be silly!” she said, and as she wheeled to leave the room I saw both dusky ass cheeks were bare and jiggling in lewd invitation.

As soon as the girls were out to the pool, I got up and crab-walked upstairs, mindful that my aching erection was minutes from exploding.

I went into Cindy’s room, and spied Contessa’s clothes in a heap on the floor. I reached down and picked up her delicate panties, and swooned as I rubbed her scent all over my face and nostrils.

Reaching under Gaziantep Escort Reklamları Cindy’s bed, I removed her high school yearbook and feverishly flipped the pages until I saw Contessa’s swim team photo, a full color view of her standing proudly with hands on hips. Even though the school suit was a one piece, it could barely hold in her tits as they spilled above the plunging neckline. Taking the panties and yearbook, I raced to the bathroom to pull my pud for sweet relief.

Setting the opened yearbook on the toilet tank, I took Contessa’s panties and wrapped them around my hot, throbbing cock. I grimaced with lust as I studied the yearbook photo and rapidly stroked my member.

Suddenly, unbelievably, the bathroom door flew open, and there stood Contessa, dripping wet and transparent in her tiny suit.

“Oh my God! Mr. Fields! What the fuck are you doing?! Are those my panties?” she exclaimed with wild eyes.

“Contessa- let me explain.” I implored forlornly, but I knew my goose was cooked.

“Explain what? That you’re a horny old pervert?” she taunted, but now there was a smug sense of control in her voice.

Reaching down, Contessa closed the yearbook with a slight smile, her gaze never leaving my panty-clad cock.

“Hmm- I don’t like that picture, do you? It doesn’t show off my assets.” Contessa then reached down and gently removed her panties from my dong, giving the head a little squeeze which caused me to whimper like a baby.

Contessa sat on the sink and turned me around to face her. The sight before me was incredible. An 18 year old girl, dripping wet from the pool and smelling faintly of chlorine, suntan lotion, and female sweat.

“Now isn’t this better to jack off to?” she whispered as she pouted her lips and pushed her fat tits together with her upper arms.

I reached out to grab her breast and she slapped my hand away.

“No touching!” she snapped. “Now start stroking before I change my mind!”

I groaned feebly and began pumping my hot cock.

Contessa took her big toe and smeared the pre-cum around the head.

“If you get cum on my suit, you’re going to replace it.” she bossed.

As if I cared. At this point I would have signed over my house to get inside that pussy.

Contessa slowly pulled her bikini straps down so the cup material bunched up on the slopes of her shiny tits. She teased and taunted as she slid the top around, never quite letting me see her nipples. She reached down and untied both sides to her bottom so the strip sat there loosely, then she ran her fingers over it, pushing it deep into her steamy slit.

“Oh, Contessa–here it comes!” I husked like an eager kid as my hot seed exploded all over her tits, belly and pubic region.

“Well!” she lazily smiled through slitted eyes as she took in the mess I made.

“I’ll-I’ll replace the suit.” I muttered weakly.

“O.K.!” she said breezily as she hopped down from the sink.”But first I’m going to show Cindy your handiwork!”

Still clutching the sodden material to her front, she scampered out of the bathroom and down the hall, giggling devilishly and calling my daughter’s name.

“Cindy! Come up to your room!” she yelled, as an icy finger of fear and panic ran up my spine.

Trying to make myself presentable, I zipped up and tried to beat Cindy to her room. But I was too late. Now, Contessa sat on Cindy’s dresser, assuming the same saucy position as she did on the sink, and my heart sank as I realized Cindy sat on the bed across from her.

“Dad! What did you do?” Cindy whirled with tear stained eyes back and forth from Contessa’s sopped suit and me trembling in the doorway.

Contessa sat there with a wicked grin, swinging her legs until they caught Cindy around the neck, pulling her to the floor.

“Clean me up!” she hissed, and Cindy choked back her tears and tentatively reached out and mopped Contessa’s wet belly with her bottoms. This caused Contessa’s pussy to be completely exposed to me for the first time, and I entered the room in a trance to get a better look.

“Use your mouth, Cindy!” Contessa demanded, and she now stuffed her semen covered top in my daughter’s quivering mouth.

“Ughh..not in front of my Dad.” Cindy winced, but all I saw was Contessa’s now naked coffee colored tits, heaving with excitement as she controlled my daughter.

“Eat your Dad’s cum, slut. Lick it off of me.” Contessa panted as she gripped Cindy’s hair.

“Dad–look away.” Cindy whispered as she began to lap at my salty load growing sticky on her teen-aged friend.

“Not likely!” gritted Contessa.”He’s got his cock out again.”

It was true. I stood over my daughter, watching her eat out her domineering friend, and I jacked my cock in a fever trance right next to Cindy’s face.

“Cindy! Get up on the dresser next to me! Let Daddy see what you’ve got!” Contessa ordered.

Cindy took a quick wayward glance at my hard-on as she rose, and she shuddered with forbidden excitement as she climbed on the dresser.

Contessa took a pair of scissors and cut open Cindy’s one piece from neck to navel, and both Cindy and I moaned as her perky little tits spilled out.

Now Cindy watched through lidded eyes as I stroked and rubbed my cock against the bottom of her suit. A damp patch spread as my preliminary spunk mixed with her wet pussy juice.

“Fuck her, Dad!” coaxed Contessa, as she began to lewdly pull at her own nipples and pinch her hooded clit.

“Cindy–I can’t help myself!” I intoned as I reached down and ripped her bottom open.

“Ughh–Daddy! No!” Cindy winced as the spongy head of my cock penetrated her blast oven.

“That’s not what you told Tommy!” taunted Contessa as she bent over and tongued Cindy’s ear.

Tommy was a punk who I forbade my daughter to see.

Now I find out she’s been fucking him?

I began to slam my engorged prick deep in Cindy’s belly in anger. Perfume bottles and makeup kits clattered and fell to the floor as I rode Cindy like a two dollar whore.

“Daddy–ugh–too big–no protection–“Cindy wheezed as she sensed I wouldn’t last long at this rate.

I gripped her pink little titties and looked back and forth from the porn star worthy Peruvian and my innocent little daughter.

Contessa was wagging her tongue and panting while she fingered herself to orgasm looking at the obscene tableau she created.

“Dad–please-please pull out.” Cindy said urgently, but as I considered the request Contessa reached down and milked my balls and stuck a finger up my ass.

“Aughhh!” I bellowed like a lion as I dumped a quart of man spew into my precious daughter’s clutching, syrupy cunt.

“Oh, No!” Cindy wailed and squirmed beneath me, trying to dislodge herself from a Daddy impregnation.

I placed one leg on the dresser and drove home deeply, finally resigned to the complete corruption of my wayward daughter.

Contessa was jumping up and down in excitement, clapping her hands in glee at the sin taking place before her.

“Now, Mr. Fields, you may fuck me.” Contessa intoned haughtily as she lay down on the bed, spreading her haunches wantonly.

I had to admit, as I climbed off my violated, cum-seeping daughter, this was going to be worth it.

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My Music Student

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Adriana Chechik

My name is Sandra and I am a teacher in a small private academy. You might describe me as the ultimate nerd. I am 33 years old , small and actually very cute but sort of plain. I keep my long strawberry blonde hair up or in pigtails and wear a lot of ankle length skirts. I teach advanced science to a class of mostly 18 year olds. After school I teach music and I have a few students I have gained from my day job at the school. I have four students, two girls and two boys.

I have become rather close to one boy named Ryan that was very enthusiast about his music but was having a lot of trouble. He was small and skinny and didn’t have a lot of friends and I guess I felt sorry for him. He lived with an aunt and I was saddened because this being a small town I knew his aunt and regarded her as being a bit eccentric and not really the type of person that would provide a good home life for a young man.

I lived with a much older aunt and uncle in a beautiful large home. One night at dinner I told them about Ryan and how I wanted to take a more personal interest in him and might decide to give him extra help at home. They were very supportive and told me it was fine with them. The next day I talked to Ryan and offered him the private lessons and he talked to his aunt and she didn’t care. I set up a time and schedule and Ryan was a bit apprehensive but agreed and seemed to like the idea.

The first few weeks went by without incident and I became quite comfortable with Ryan and we became friends and then he started coming over every day. He would swim in the pool and often stay for dinner. Then one Friday night things took a definite change.

It was around ten o’clock at night and my aunt and uncle were gone for the weekend. It was raining out and I was nude and soaking in the hot tub out in the rain. I had drank a couple glasses of wine and was feeling lonely so I was masturbating in the warmth of the tub when I saw Ryan standing on the deck just looking at me. He knew from the night before they were going to be away. For some reason instead of doing what everyone else would have done and covered up I smiled and asked Ryan if he wanted to get in the tub with me. I knew what I was doing was Gaziantep Elden Ödeme Alan Escort dangerous but I felt so sorry for him I just couldn’t stop myself.

Ryan quickly took off his clothes and hopped into the hot tub. I slid over next to him and studied his small body as he was hardly any bigger then me. He was only about 5 feet tall and I’m sure he wasn’t over a 105 pounds or so. I leaned over and gently kissed him on the lips and he shyly kissed me back. I started kissing him a little more using my tongue and soon he was giving me his and sucking mine. His touch was so light and gentle. He cupped my breasts and rubbed and rolled my nipples as he explored them. I was on fire and knew what I wanted to do that night and had to get him out of that tub.

I took his hand and led him out of the hot tub. As we walked through the house I just starred at his beautiful hard cock. It was perfect as it was not very thick at all but was very long and curved up a little with a pink pointed head. Because it was so thin it perhaps seemed much longer that it was. I could see him studying me. I have small firm breasts with pink nipples that were very hard and sensitive by then and he had watched me walk ahead of him so he knew I had small but shapely hips and of course I had noticed him looking between my legs at my small brownish triangle.

I took Ryan into the shower with me and closed the door to the glass enclosure. The stall was a fair size and I let the water run over us. I soaped myself and turned from him and lathered down between my legs and washing myself real good there. He lathered himself and turned me around and we got all soapy, slippery and laughed as we slid against each other. I let my hand down and stroked his cock and he immediately began to make thrusting motions against my hand. It was sticking straight up against my belly and as before it was rock hard.

I smiled at him and decided to try everything. I stroked it knowing what I wanted to do and took a deep breath. Before I could change my mind I dropped to my knees with the water on my back and took him in my mouth and sucked him hard. It felt warm and quite nice in my mouth and Ryan almost screamed he liked it so much. I squeezed it and stroked it hard moving my mouth up and down on it. He began to thrust his hips and I sucked him harder and he put his hands on the back of my neck and held me there. He became more insistent and then cried out but I didn’t stop as I was in a rhythm and then he pushed a few times hard and it happened. His cock erupted inside my mouth and filled the back of my throat with his semen. I almost gagged but swallowed as it kept coming. I took my lips off him and a spurt hit my forehead and another landed on my cheek so I took him back in and sucked him until he stopped spurting. There was a sweet salty chlorine taste in my mouth and it was not bad at all. I knew the way Ryan was moaning softly that he loved it and truthfully so had I.

We rinsed ourselves and then dried each other. He was still hard and still insistent and now seemed to be almost braver then he was a while ago. I guess he felt he had become a man and that I had to agreed on. We moved into my bedroom and I threw back the covers and we resumed kissing and feeling each other all over. He took the lead and began sucking my breasts and I loved that. Ryan was so soft and gentle that he soon had me almost in a daze and I didn’t hardly feel him as he moved down and spread my legs. His tongue felt so good in me. I moved my finger down and showed him where to lick and he soon was sucking my clit as well as my fingers. I was almost in ecstasy.

I laid back and pulled Ryan up on to me and kept on kissing him. He made his way between my legs. I had passed the point of no return and I thought of how I ordered my first vibrator almost 6 years ago and about my small soft pink dildo. No man had even been inside me and with that exciting thought I raised my knees and guided Ryan’s very hard cock into me. He slide in easily and for the first time I felt a cock and it was so good. Unlike the vibrator it was warm and alive as he gently slid in and out of me. He was never fast or rough and just slowly and gently kept up a constant rhythm. I was exploding and felt a huge orgasm building in me then wave after wave overtook me.

Ryan just kept up the constant stroking and with every thrust into me I could feel his cock going right to the end. I don’t know how but he kept it up for almost an hour. He did it to me in every position and I had orgasm after orgasm until finally I was laid out on top of him and just couldn’t take anymore. He helped roll me off him and after more kissing and fondling I was so tired I just drifted off to sleep.

I woke during the night in Ryan’s arms and I was consumed by the warmth of his body. I pressed back against him and he snaked his arms around me and soon was fondling my breasts with one hand between my legs fingering me where I was still warm and a bit excited from earlier. I rolled onto my back and put my arms out urging Ryan between my legs. I guided his hard cock into me again and he slid deep up into me and it felt so good. He began to fuck me slowly and it was lovely and then for the first time I felt him increase his pace.

He started thrusting faster and faster and I immediately knew he was going to bring me to another orgasm and I began pushing up hard trying to get more of his young cock. His thrusts weren’t gentle any more. He gave me the most intense orgasm and was still pounding me hard. Then he thrust it in me as deeply as he could possibly go. I felt a stabbing pain then a flood of heat inside me and his cock twitched and pulsed and it seemed to go on forever.

I was coming down from the wonderful feeling when panic finally struck. Ryan had filled me with his sperm. I pulled away and his cock came out of me. I jumped up and a large glob of white sticky semen flooded out of me and streamed down my legs and some long strings of it hung from my pubic hair where it had overflowed. I ran to the bathroom and jumped in the tub and turned on a flow of warm water and inserted the shower hose and watched Ryan’s sperm go down the drain. I cleaned as best as I could and dried myself wiping it clean and dry.

Ryan and I went to bed and slept the rest of the night and in the morning he went home. A few days later I had my period and we never did that again without a condom. Ryan moved away with his aunt a few months later and we have lost contact. We remained discreet through it all and I miss our times together very much. I heard he entered university and was going to become a teacher.

I sometimes wonder if I gave him any ideas as to the perks of the profession.

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Bachelorette Party Night Pt. 02

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Jenn fell back onto the sofa after her exertions to catch her breath, still feeling the euphoric after-sex buzz, her cheeks aflame, her pussy warm, and wet. Strangely way warmer and wetter than she thought she should be. Opening her eyes, she could see why, Stefan had knelt between her legs and was giving her pussy some attention. Leaning back, she spread her legs wider and encouraged Stefan to pleasure her willing cunt with a firm grasp of his hair and a motion towards her hot, slick lips. Stefan moaned his appreciation and tongued her with more vigour, much to the appreciation of Jenn.

“Stefen…mmmmmMMMMM, you are…OH GOD…a darling. A girl…hhhhMMMMMHH…does like to be…FUCK…eaten out.” Jenn said breathily.

Still riding on her sexual plateau, Stefan’s ministrations to her pussy were going to quickly edge her over another orgasm. Until he stopped, causing Jenn to wail in frustration. However, this proved short lived as Stefan urged her to scoot her ass to the edge of the sofa, then motioning for her to hook a hand under each knee and lift them towards her chest. Stefan then returned in earnest to Jenn’s exposed bare pussy.

“Ohhhhhh…MMMMMM…YESSSSS…WHAT THE FUCK?” Jenn shrieked.

“But it is such a beautiful asshole, surely it deserves a tongue and a finger?” Stefen replied with a chuckle.

Jenn squirmed on the sofa under Stefan’s ministrations, enjoying the feeling of a finger up her ass, and his talented tongue on her wet pussy lips and clit. She let go of her left leg and firmly grasped Stefan’s hair, directing him to just the right spot.

“MMMMMMM…OMIGOD…OMIGOD…OH…MY…FUCKING…GGGGDDDMMMFFGGH!”

Jenn came hard and fast, shaking under Stefan’s tongue and two fingers up her ass. Stefan tonguing her until she stopped bucking against him, panting for breath.

Stefan angled himself up so that he could look Jenn in the eye.

“So Jenn, you seem to like a couple of fingers in the ass, yes?”

With that, wiggled his fingers in Jenn’s ass, making Jenn grip the sofa with both hands.

“FUCK YES! God, Stefan no one has done that to me…before, OH GOD THAT FEELS SO GOOD, WHY DOES THAT FEEL SO GOOD?”

Stefan got to his feet, his fingers not once leaving Jenn’s ass, his large erect cock bobbing in front of him tantalisingly out of Jenn’s reach. Instead Stefan grabbed it with his other hand, leaned in and slapped Jenn’s pussy with his cock. Jenn flinched with each contact, then sighed as he slid his entire cock against the full lips of her pussy a couple of times.

“PUT YOUR BIG HARD COCK IN MY HUNGRY PUSSY STEFAN.” Jenn begged loudly, causing Stefan to laugh.

Stefan removed his fingers from Jenn’s ass, spread her lips and then eased into her willing pussy.

“OH GOD”

Jenn realised that in a little under than 24 hours, she’d ditched the bachorlettes, attended a sex club, fucked a big cocked guy in front of a couple, now was being fucked by a second big cocked man who she’d seen fucking his girlfriend at the sex club a few hours ago. However, fuck, it felt good to be ploughed by her second man in under 15 minutes.

Stefan, after a few delightfully slow and full strokes, clearly judged Jenn and her slick pussy to be ready for action, as he started to pound her, his thighs slapping against Jenn’s.

Jenn, was being fucked like a ragdoll and was loving it.

“FUCK ME STEFAN.” Jenn demanded, and he complied, pounding her tight pussy.

Stefan grabbed Jenn’s ankles, and dragging them up to over his shoulders. Allowing even deeper penetration as he continued to slam his big cock into her willing slit.

And then he stopped, causing Jenn to beg for his cock again.

“GIVE IT TO ME STEFAN!” she wailed.

Stefan had other ideas, he pulled out, then eased back in. Repeating this a couple of times, Jenn was being driven mad with desire, and letting him know.

“FUCK ME! GOD JUST FUCK ME. OMI-FUCKING-GOD, NO, NO, NO…OH FFFFFFFUUUUUCCCKKK!”

Mariella turned to Lars and simply said.

?”Is it me, or is she fucking loud?”

This even caused Jenn to laugh.

“Stefan, I can’t believe you managed to get your big cock in my ass.”

“Do you like Jenn?”

“Yes, my god you are huge.”

With that Mariella shot out the room, returning with some lube, applying a generous quantity to Stefan’s cock as he slowly eased his length in and out of Jenn’s ass.

“MMMMM, that feels SOOO FUCKING GOOD STEFAN.”

Mariella nodded to Stefan, who slowly started to increase his pace and depth in Jenn’s ass, causing her face to become even more flushed as she gasped for air.

“Jenn, you look fucking hot taking my cock.” said Stefan to her, as he continued to lazily ease in and out of her asshole.

“Mariella made it look so…FUCK…fucking easy.”

“Yes she does, but I’ve been fucking Mariella’s ass hole since we met 3 years ago. I think this is your first time, no?”

Jenn nodded, the more she relaxed, the easier it became to take Stefan’s cock. She took a deep breath, tried to relax, Gaziantep Otele Gelen Escort and enjoy the sensations that Stefan was making in her body. Stefan’s pace continued to increase, and he was now bottoming out every time he slid into her ass. Looking at him she could see that Stefan was admiring the way that her ass was taking his cock. Jenn gritted her teeth and started to enjoy Stefan’s every thrust.

“Jenn, it may be your first time, but this is not, how you say, your first rodeo, no?” Stefan chuckled, grabbed old of Jenn’s waist and started to fuck her tight ass harder.

Jenn started to moan in pleasure as the feelings started to overwhelm her. Stefan’s pace was building and the clearly audible slap of his thighs against hers was turning her on, making her hand make its way down to her wet pussy.

“Yes…Jenn…play…with…your…tight…wet…pussy,,,whilst…I…fuck…your…ass!”

Stefan’s request was punctuated with a sharp thrust of his hips, deep into her tight ass, the slap of their thighs sending pleasure to Jenn’s ass. Her fingers playing with her clit were then joined by Stefan’s as he sought to roughly rub her clit with his thumb and slip a finger into her very wet slit.

That pushed Jenn over the brink, she started to moan loudly.

“OOOOHHHHH FFFFFFUUUUUCCCKKKK.”

Jenn started to shake and quiver, her legs shaking uncontrollably against Stefan’s shoulders. Stefan doubled his pace, slamming Jenn’s ass.

“MMMMGFFFGFFGG…OOOOOHHHH FUCCCCKKK!”

Jenn’s shaking grew so intense that Stefan just had to stop and watch in wonder as the women impaled on him came loudly on his big cock, shuddering as the intense orgasm washed over her.

Jenn opened her eyes slowly, her body still twitching occasionally. Stefan was the first person she saw, with a huge grin on his face.

“Fuck. You’ve just fucked my ass Stefan…and it felt amazing.”

“Ha, yes, can I just say it felt amazing.” Stefan responded.

“And looked phenomenal!” said Lars.

Shit, Jenn thought, I’ve just been fucked in the ass in front of people, how slutty can i possibly be?

Lars, was sitting back his arm around Mariella shoulders, as she bent to suck his stiffening cock.

“It seems as if your performance has stirred me back into action.” Lars looked down at Mariella, “Well, maybe that is harsh on Mariella, she can suck, as you Americans say, the leather case off a baseball.”

Mariella giggled, and made a big show of coming all the way off Lars’ impressive cock with her lips, licking the entire length and then the tip. Then swallowing the entire cock without a single gag, resulting in a low guttural groan from Lars.

With an audible pop, Stefan had pulled his cock out of Jenn’s ass, leaving her feeling empty. He stepped back, helped her to her still shaky legs. In her heels, he came up to Jenn’s shoulders.

“Much as I like them, those heels are going to have to go.”

With that Stefan knelt and helped her out of her heels, then took her hand and stood her in front of the sofa where Lars and Mariella where. He then eased her forward so that she had her hands either side of Lars on the sofa. Stefan then nudged Jenn’s legs apart, then knelt and licked all the way from her ass to her pussy, much to her approval.

Stefan stood, playfully slapped her ass, making her yelp, and look over her shoulder, and that is when he plunged into her pussy.

“OOOOOOHHHHH FFFFFFUUUCCKKKK.”

Jenn’s arms went weak as Stefan entered her, needing Lars to steady her shoulders, before she regained her composure. Stefan’s hands grabbing her shoulders to maximise the leverage.

Jenn was about a foot from Lars’ face, and a similar distance from Mariella. She could smell Mariella’s heady perfume, and the familiar smell of cock from this distance. Lars just grinned at Jenn, then waved a thumb in Stefan’s direction. Stefan pulled out of Jenn’s hungry pussy, leaving her feeling empty, but that feeling didn’t last for long.

Jenn’s mouth made the same sort of shape as her asshole, as Stefan slid in it up to the hilt.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOmigod!”

Stefan started to pound her ass, making Jenn grab the sofa for balance.

As Jenn relaxed she started to push back onto Stefan’s cock, meeting his thrusts, grunting and moaning in pleasure.

Lars simply watched as the Amazon-esque woman in front of him, right in front of him, took cock from a professional performer. He waved his thumb at Stefan again, watching Jenn’s face change as Stefan pulled out of her ass, and re-inserted himself with a single thrust into her pussy. Jenn’s head shot back and she moaned loudly.

“FFFFFFFUUUUCCKKKK, that feels good, OHMIGOD, fuck, FUCK ME, STEFAN.”

Stefan duly obliged slamming into Jenn’s tight pussy, making her tits sway, slapping together as Stefan punished her pussy.

“Fuck me Lars.” said Mariella. Shocking the other three.

Lars wasted no time and, after Mariella moved, Lars eased himself out from under Jenn, and quickly positioned her next to Jenn in a similar position.

Lars nodded to Stefan, and then slammed into Mariella’s tight pussy, driving her to her elbows moaning in pleasure.

“OHHH GOOODDDD, You feel sooOOOFUCKING GOOODD” Mariella wailed, matching Jenn for volume.

Jenn, who was clearly taller than Mariella also decided that she wanted to assume the same position, head down ass up taking big cock.

Then both girls gasped as the two men pulled out, leaving them empty.

“FFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKK” moaned both girls as they were both entered anally.

Mariella, started to quiver, face to face with Jenn.

“FUCK MY ASS LARS.”

Lars obliged ploughing his cock into Mariella’s willing ass, making her quiver, shake and moan.

“NGGGGFFFF” was all Mariella managed before she came powerfully, shaking uncontrollably, collapsing onto the sofa in a quivering mass.

Jenn watched Mariella’s orgasm in marvel, as she was pounded by Stefan. The she was lifted upright, still with Stefan’s cock in her ass. Before she knew it, Lars was in front of her kissing her, his tongue tangling with Jenn’s as he lifted one, then the other leg, hooking the knee under his elbow. Jenn realised what was going to happen, but could only have a huge intake of breath when Lars’ cock entered her wet pussy. Breaking lip contact, she threw her head back in pleasure.

“NNNNNNFFFFFFFFGGGGGGG…YESSSSSS.”

Jenn was literally panting for breath, the intense feeling of being filled in both holes was as good as they all said it was going to be.

Lars looked at Jenn.

“You like, cock slut?”

Through gritted teeth, Jenn could only utter, “OH YEAH.”

Lars nodded to Stefan, and as one, holding Jenn stationary, they began fucking slowly in and out.

Jenn could only throw her head back, mouth slack and moan in pleasure. Gasping for breath when both guys were fully in and wail in complaint when they had pulled out to their tips.

The guys increased their tempo mercilessly, leaving Jenn gasping for air with every thrust.

“MMMmfffFFFFF…FUCK…FUCKKKK…HARDER..SSSSSSSSSSMMMMMFFFOOOOOOHHHH…FUCK ME.”

Jenn was completely helpless to the assault as the pleasure was overwhelming, hanging on like a rag doll, she surrended herself to the fucking.

“MMMMGGFFFF…FUCK…OHMIGOD…HARDER…GOD YES! JUST LIKE THAT…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

Jenn’s wailing became constant, only interspersed by her gasping for air, she could feel her legs starting to shake and could only hold on as the onslaught continued.

“FUCK…FUCK…YESSSS…FUCCCCKKKK…YESSSS…OH GOD…OH GOD… OH GOD…I’M GONNA…GOD…GODD!…FUCK…OH GOD…CUMMMMMINGGGG!”

Jenn’s whole body started to shake uncontrollably as an intense orgasm hit. The guys fucking her tried to continue, but quickly realised that they could only hold her on their cocks as the intense orgasm literally shook her senseless, as she moaned loudly.

“Fuck Lars, she is so loud.”

Even Jenn managed to laugh slightly at that comment.

“Oh god, I’ve got to get off these cocks.” Jenn announced, still shaking slightly.

Lars pulled out and lifted Jenn off Stefan, and helped her onto the sofa, where she flopped down wafting her rosy cheeks with both hands.

Mariella was obviously not one to pass up the opportunity of two big cocks and jumped up, and jumped up onto Lars, wrapping her legs around him. Looking over her shoulder at Stefan, she simply stated.

“I want you in my ass Stefan, I won’t be able to take Lars in the ass if you are in my pussy.”

Stefan needed no second invitation, and stepped in, aiming his cock at Mariella’s ass, he eased into her, making Mariella sigh in appreciation. Lars took Mariella’s weight, then eased her pussy gently down onto the tip of his cock.

“Oh fuck, I love this moment.”

With that Lars, grinned at Mariella, and drove his entire length into her tight pussy.

“HOLY FFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKK.” Mariella screamed, her eyes wide open.

The guys simply started to pump Mariella from both sides, slowly at first, allowing Mariella to come to terms with being filled in both holes.

“Boys…give it to me…faster…harder.”

Jenn could hear Lars thighs slap against Mariella having heard this command, shortly followed by Stefan’s thighs against her butt cheeks. Jenn’s fingers sank to her patently empty pussy, feeling rather left out, and strangely understanding of the intense feeling of being full of cock that Mariella was feeling right now.

Mariella, clearly was more used to taking two cocks than Jenn was and she was driving back at the two cocks, meeting every thrust with a grunt and satisfied moan. Her breathing now coming in gasps as the two cocks pounded at her holes, her moans of pleasure increasing in volume.

“FUCK ME…FUCK MY TIGHT HOLES…YES…FUCKKK…GOD YES”

Stefan and Lars continued to slam into Mariella, as the petite girl insistently urged them on.

“YESS…FUCK YESSS…OH GOD…”

Stefan nodded to Lars and the two lifted the tiny girl up a little further as they both started to pound her even harder. Pushing her closer and closer to a climax.

“YESSS…OOOOOO…YESSS.”

With that Mariella started to let out a constant moan, her body bucking uncontrollably underneath the pounding her holes were getting. The boys continued pounding, the slapping of flesh on flesh making Jenn’s fingers slip into her slick pussy, grinding her clit in mutual pleasure of the scene in front of her.

Then Mariella came, stock still, head thrown back moaning towards the ceiling.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH…FUCKKKK.’

Mariella’s body then started to quiver as the orgasm flooded over her, the guys still pounding into her, as she continued to shake and moan.

Jenn could imagine what that felt like, and wanted it again, she stood in anticipation, waiting, hopefully.

Mariella, finally came round and begged the guys to stop, before looking at Jenn, knowingly. She tagged Jenn and with the guys help, got off the two cocks to flop onto the sofa panting for breath.

Lars went to pick up Jenn, only to have himself surprised when Jenn turned towards Stefan, look over her shoulder directly into Lars’ eyes and state.

“I want your big cock in my ass. I’m ready for you big boy”

Jenn was sure she saw Lars’ big cock twitch at that, but turned back to face Stefan and jump up, wrapping her legs around his midriff. Kissing him, tongues clashing together, she lowered herself so her wet slit was grinding against his big cock. Then reaching down, she guided his cock, parting her lips, then in one smooth motion sank all the way to the hilt, moaning gently in pleasure. Looking into Stefan’s eyes, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, she smiled, and then gasped and moaned as Lars’s cock probed its way into her ass. She reached back to Lars, not to hold him back or prevent his progress, but to urge him to plumb the depths of her ass, which he did so willingly.

“Lars, I thought Stefan was big, but fuck me, my ass loves your big cock.” Jenn said looking over her shoulder.

Lars chest puffed with pride, and from the sofa, Mariella chipped in.

“He’s happy as I can’t take him in the ass if we do double penetration.”

Lars’ cheeks flushed slightly.

“So boys, we gonna fuck?”

The guys nodded at each other and started to fuck her slowly, but Jenn wasn’t wanting that.

“I SAID, ARE WE GONNA FUCK? SO FUCK ME”

Not needing to be told twice, the two guys started to fuck her, slapping against her thighs, making her groan with pleasure and gasp for air, as she held onto the two guys for all her worth, this time pushing back against the guys’ every stroke.

“GOD…FFUCCKK…ME…HARD”

The intense feeling of being sandwiched between two hot men and getting fucked hard in both holes was driving Jenn mad with desire.

“YOU…BOYS…GONNNA…MMFF…MAKE…ME…COME…AGAIN.”

The two men kept up their relentless pace, slamming into Jenn, grunting in pleasure at every thrust. Jenn could feel tension rising, her legs were starting to shake, as she felt another intense orgasm building.

And then, moaning louder than she had done that night, she came, and came hard.

“MMMMMMMMMMMGGGOOOOOOOODDDDD.”

Shaking, bucking, moaning, Jenn’s orgasm was intense. So intense that Stefan announced he too was going to come.

However, Jenn wanted more, managed to pull herself off Stefan, and drop to the floor on her knees, causing Lars’ cock to pop out of her ass.

Reaching up to Stefan, she took hold of his cock, and sucking the tip hard, made him cross-eyed. She looked up at Stefan, pulled his cock out of her mouth and breathily urged him.

“Come in my mouth, make me gag on your cock.”

Stefan, groaned in pleasure as his cock was once again in Jenn’s mouth and he managed a few strokes as Jenn gagged. Then moaning in pleasure he came in her mouth, his body bucking and shuddering as Jenn greedily sucked the come out of his cock whilst looking up at him, her saliva dripping off his cock onto her chin.

Jenn took Stefan’s cock out her mouth, and wiping her chin, licked the length of it clean as it softened slowly in her hands.

Then Lars’ hand was in her hair and she was turned to face his erection, she hardly had time to say a word before Lars took his cock, guided it to her lips and pushed it in. Jenn slurped it in, took a little aback before she was gagging on a second cock in two minutes. Clearly Lars was not far behind Stefan as she could hear him announce that he was going to come in her slutty mouth. Jenn was now gagging on every thrust of Lars, her saliva dripping from her lips and his cock as he thrust in and out of her mouth.

“OHHHHHHH FFFFFUCCCKKKK.”

It was Lars’ turn to moan in pleasure as he came in the back of Jenn’s throat. Jenn, could do little about it, with Lars’ hand in her hair, but she was delighted that she’d made him come.

Lars slowly released his grip of her hair and slowly withdrew his cock, allowing Jenn time to clean him up. It was then that once again that Jenn realised that she was being applauded for a second time that night by an audience.

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Funny thing technology, it can work for you or against you. The internet for example – marvellous opportunities for communication and research, but it also enables people to trace you – some that you may quite possibly prefer couldn’t! Outraged husbands you have cuckolded, ex-wives seeking all those withheld alimony payments. The group of retirees you fleeced of their life-savings with that fake investment scam.

But then there was Amy!

For those of you who have read my last published account “On The Banks of the Ohio” you will know who she is.

Not twenty-four hours after that story first appeared, I received an email from Amy herself who incredibly, had read the account, and which she wrote in her email had emotionally drained her, as she re-lived in her own mind, all we shared so intimately that afternoon almost eight long years ago.

We have neither corresponded or been in contact with one another all that time.

Just twenty-five now herself, her communique filled in those missing years whilst mine back to her, achieved a similar purpose. She wrote of her regret that we were apparently never to see each other again and that for quite some time afterwards, she had cried herself to sleep wishing she could have spent more time with me. Fortuitous though it was that she had not fallen pregnant that day. Such an eventuality quite obviously not the ideal upshot, with two years of school yet to run.

I confided to her that my on-going journey to Columbus and beyond that evening, was not without great sadness to myself and that had it not been for my strict work itinerary, my impulse was to go back to New Richmond and tell her that which I felt, despite the inappropriate age-difference.

“Well I don’t live all that far from there now,” she emailed, “Do you still feel like coming back to tell me?”

Having been a creature of impulse all my life, I was on the first plane out of Sydney, Tuesday morning.

Barely four weeks since I completed the same thirteen-and-a-half hour haul out to ‘Frisco en route to Denver, at least I could look forward to a different forwarding flight – to Columbus this time. I felt like a drive – which was just as well, Springfield is some ninety-five minutes due west of the city (OK, eighty minutes the way I drive) along Interstate 70.

Picking up a Chrysler Sebring from a cute little brunette, resident at Thrifty’s sales desk at Columbus International, I hit the highway, wondering what seven years or so might have done to my recalled images of young Amy. Then I glanced in the rear-vision mirror. Yikes! what had those same years wreaked on my crowning glory, not to mention that unsightly roll gathering prominence around my waistline. For a moment I hoped that her looks had faded too – somewhat levelling the playing field, I rationalised.

The Marriott Courtyard on South Fountain, sandwiched between West Main and West High Streets is a class act any way you look at it and the food they dish up in the Meta Urban bistro there is worth a stay in itself.

Unpacking the small amount of luggage I had brought, I called Amy’s cellphone, it being mid-afternoon.

“Hello,” she answered, almost shyly. The soft voice sounded exactly as I remembered it.

“Is it too late in the day for hotcakes?” I enquired.

I suspect she was about to say “Pardon me?” but then I heard a little gasp of surprise instead.

“Is that you Noel?” she asked breathlessly. “Are you in Springfield already?”

“Well either that, or you’re talking to some incredibly well- programmed hologram sweetheart,” I told her. “Yep just checked into the Marriott Courtyard Hotel – you know where that is?”

“Oh yes,” she answered, “Want me to come over now?”

“Up to you,” I countered. “You can just send me an email instead if you prefer.” She giggled…the most delightful of girlish attributes.

“I’ll Gaziantep Elden Para Alan Escort take my chances,” she whispered.

“Silly girl,” I replied hitting “end call.” Wonderful thing international roam!

Not forty minutes later, the lightest of knocks on my door.

“Thank God, my hot-cakes at last.” I said, swinging wide the door to my suite.

Takes a lot to surprise me. What stood on my thresh-hold definitely surprised me. Now she looked only nineteen…if that! Same hair, same face – same beautiful figure..absolutely nothing changed. I was almost embarrassed to be there.

“OK Amy,” I muttered “This some sort of illusion? You got George Lucas’ Industrial Light and Magic working on your case? What’s the story here?…you hardly look a day different!”

Her blushing just made her look younger still.

“Well, I guess you may as well come in sweetheart.” I told her, taking her arm and propelling her into my room. Catches like this you definitely don’t toss back in the river, let alone the Ohio

“Would you like a drink Amy?” I asked, glancing towards the mini-bar. “Nothing less than ten bucks a can I’d be guessing. Maybe if we BOTH have one they’ll discount the bill at check-out?”

“Why don’t we go out and have something?” she suggested, smiling prettily.

I wasn’t really listening, taking in the vision standing there. Short but ultimately tasteful little midnight-blue skirt, cream colored top with lacy edging and the same tiny gold pendant she had worn that day in New Richmond. Flawless little face with not a line to suggest she was now into her mid twenties. Her blonde shoulder-length hair was cut much the same as it had been all those years ago. Worse, my fully depraved faculties were wishing she had worn that sexy school uniform again. I thought it best not to mention this particular fact.

Putting my arm around her waist, I found a pair of lips in close proximity to my own. Does a cat pass-up a sparrow within a paw’s reach? No way – nor was I likely to allow so golden an opportunity to pass unchecked.

She tasted even better. Slipping her arms around my neck, she returned my kiss with much the same passion I recall us mustering that day down by the Ohio river.

“Yeah, well about that little walk,” I coughed nervously. Another few moments like this and the “do not disturb” sign would have been getting a work-out!

Again that cheekiest of smiles. I just grabbed her hand and we took off.

Strolling northwards along Fountain Avenue we came across a hospitable little eatery called “Station 1.” Whilst not exactly a five star restaurant….it is after all, eat-in or take-away, the menu was good and the décor acceptable. I had me an enormous ham and turkey club sandwich that was big enough to need scaffolding, while Amy settled for their “Philly Cheesesteak” – a tempting steak, onion, peppers and provolone creation that would satisfy anyone nudging starvation. We shared a plate of french fries.

Conversationally we touched on anything and everything from recalled moments of shared intimacy that day in New Richmond, to “Dubya’s” likely short-term hold on the Presidency. I learned that Amy was basically unattached, as was I of course, and that despite the occasional boyfriend, no one had yet put down a holding deposit. Not that Amy herself had come across anyone likely to be invited to do so.

Pigged-out and refreshed, we strolled back along Main Street looking at a few shops but ultimately conversation of a wholly different nature seemed to be indicated and thus we returned to the Courtyard.

Seating herself demurely on the edge of the bed while I shifted a few things into the cupboard, she giggled softly.

“This is way comfier than last time I was with you.”

Whether by design or accident, I rather think the latter, I could hardly fail to notice suddenly that the hemline of her skirt had shifted well up her thighs and if that wasn’t a glimmer of enticing light-colored material snuggling up there just beyond the periphery of my up-skirt vision, then fancy was outstripping reality.

I sat down beside her.

“You thinking what I’m hoping?” I asked her softly.

“Uh huh,” was all she muttered. It was all she had to.

The thing about lacy little blouses is, they’re such fun to unbutton. Most especially when beneath, one comes across the skimpiest of silky bras that the designers have so thoughtfully equipped with a front clasp. Even as Amy lay back on the coverlet, her hair splayed attractively all over the pillow, I kissed her still rather petite breasts through the almost transparent material whilst dexterously unhooking her bra cups. Sliding them aside, her pretty breasts lay exposed to my vision just as they had all those years ago. I desired them equally and even as I drew down softly on her right nipple, feeling imminently, the softness swell between my lips, I could sense her body tensing momentarily – not with any trepidation I knew, but rather the knowledge of what was to come.

“You are the most beautiful girl Amy,” I whispered to her, running my hands across both breasts and teasing her nipples to the erect stage I think we both wanted to see them. She looked up me with the same vulnerable appeal that she had that day when still eighteen and I caressed her hair and kissed her gently on the lips.

I think it was at that point it turned serious!

She made no move to resist me as I tugged that tight little skirt higher, exposing fully now her pastel blue undies…which, if not a girl’s most erotically charged undergarment, is the gateway to unfettered pleasured fantasy.

Applying the gentlest of friction to the front of her panties I revelled in her escalating desire and slipping my hand beneath the waistband, located the true heat source, concealed as it was ‘midst a downy softness that no man-made fibre could replicate.

Hastily peeling her panties down I separated her labia and commenced a lateral caress of her wonderfully soft and moist inner lips. Her wide-eyed acceptance of her immediate fate fully approved and date-stamped.

“Do I have to tell you what I felt that night Amy as I drove away from New Richmond?” I muttered softly, kissing her intermittently.

“I had tears in my eyes all the way back to Columbus,” if you really want to know.” She looked up at me, those same tears in her eyes now.

“I want you,” she whispered barely audibly. She needn’t have!

“Yeah? Well guess what? I ain’t rushing off this time sweetheart.” I told her. As I spoke, I parted her legs and having already extricated what might be considered, my “tool of trade,” positioned myself where I knew others must inevitably have been….though none could ever claim to have been there first. It wasn’t an aspect needed further contemplation I figured.

It’s kind of an old cliché to say we were then “lost in the rhythm,” yet this is how it was. Not a case of two biologically driven teenagers answering the call of lust. No “obligatory” union between long marrieds that rarely gets out of first gear and definitely no fumbling amateurs hoping for the best, yet discovering the least. We made love, pure and simple and at the point she clung to me as I substantially raised her fluid level, she smiled up at me with that sexy “cat that just finished off the cream” expression that girls are so good at.

“That was soo loving,” she whispered, fully in a post orgasmic haze now. I was floating too, on an ocean of my own making. This was no more than the aperitif.

I think I had her naked in less than a minute and under the covers, where I joined her for early afternoon mass. Pulling her astride me, it was very much a case of “Father Forgive me for what I know I’m going to do!”

That hot little mouth was more than willing to share its pent-up desire with my own. Kissing her with all the passion I could accrue, I had to admire her complete mastery of the occasion. Spreading her legs to the max to thus allow her access to guide me deep inside her, I was left with my own hands free with which to explore her youthful body and its many interesting crevices.

No matter what your experience in these things, all girls are different and each one weaves an individual magic all her own. I have had the greatest fortune to have been dealt the opportunity to caress many young girls hot little bottoms, some of dubious age I will be the first to admit. Each and every one has been a treasured moment in time and Wednesday’s exploratory of Amy’s sexy little rear-end was definitely no exception. There is actually nothing greatly more arousing than smoothing your way over a young girl’s rearward curves, even as you thrust up hard inside her. Her vulnerability at such times is extreme and its kinda fun also to wonder what her father would be thinking, if only he knew.

With her firm breasts making the most delightful contact with my upper chest and her hair all over my face as she wriggled contentedly, I can’t actually picture a more pleasant position to be in.

“Three more thrusts should do it,” I was thinking somewhat proudly. As it happened, two was all it took and even as she ground her hips against mine to better facilitate that final delivery mechanism, I pulled the hair from her eyes, so’s I could watch her expression as I pumped everything I had left deep inside that most private of feminine receptacles.

“You’re trying to kill me Amy, right?” I spluttered between my on-going respiratory distress, “Death by pleasure – that’s the intent here I’m guessing.”

“Can’t you keep up with a twenty-five year old?” she giggled softly.

“Twenty-five?” I replied. “I’m pretending you’re almost fourteen sweetie, what’s your problem!”

“You’re disgusting,” she fired back, “But c’mon I want you to fuck me again.” She wriggled her hips once more, as if I even needed further encouragement.

“Ohh, this is getting serious Amy,” I muttered. “You’re using the “f” word now. Have you no shame?”

“Not with you,” she giggled as I manoeueverd her on top of me, but on her back this time.

There is no more vulnerable a position than this for a girl. Her breasts wholly at your digital mercy, her pussy too…especially if she opts to spread her legs to the limit of her muscular capability. If you can’t get her pregnant in that pose – give it away my friend.

From my viewpoint, pretty much going through the motions, given my fully depleted stock but Amy was far from replete.

Rubbing and pulling her breasts like the deviate I can be, I had her whimpering and moaning with consummate ease. Though I’m not sure it wasn’t my pleasured moaning I was actually hearing. No matter, finding that I was now able to ease a finger inside her as well as my vitally interested penile insert, was really hot stuff. Teasing her clitoral hood at the same time I was fucking her, really got the job done.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop.” She cried, fully over the edge and quite past any semblance of controlled emotion. Unsure just how long I could maintain this level of aggravated sexual conduct myself, I began to kiss her neck and this, to my everlasting gratitude, brought forth the desired conclusion.

I held her breasts tightly, even as she was transported by one tsunami of an orgasm. I felt it radiating outwards…I think I even contributed a last few cubic millimeters of sticky stuff myself. Can’t be sure though.

The next eight hours we simply slept together blissfully. Amy cradled in my arms with her back to me as I nuzzled her neck and shoulders. Sex is great but closeness is everything.

As I said to her when we woke just a few hours ago.

“Where the Hell do we go from here?”

(c) Peter_Pan 2006

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Oliver looked out of the window of the off road vehicle admiring the large ranch style house that came into view as they bounced up the unsealed road that led to his friends home. It had been a long year, and he was grateful for the break over the holidays when the company shut down and imposed annual holidays upon all its employees. The only fly in the ointment for Oliver was that he couldn’t stand Christmas celebrations with his family. Individually, he quite liked most of his relatives, on mass, however; it was an unbearable mix of old resentments and family secrets. Fuelled by alcohol the arguments between his relatives could be loud and viciously cutting. Having expressed his dislike of family holidays with his work colleagues over drinks one evening he had found a kindred spirit in Kyron.

Kyron also hated going home for the holidays, but every year he made the trip back to the ranch he grew up on. The large sprawling house that had been the scene of so much happiness in his childhood was now empty and filled with sadness after the loss of his father in a freak accident several years before. Despite his reluctance to return home to the family ranch, guilt and love for his mother brought him back several times a year for various celebrations. He had hoped that bringing his friend with him this year might be diversionary enough for both himself and his mother to make this holiday bearable. She loved having visitors to spoil and it would take the pressure of him to fill the void in her life left by his father’s absence.

For friends Oliver and Kyron, the idea of spending the holiday together seemed like fun. A relaxing break away from work with someone they could just hang out and relax with. For Oliver, the bonus of this included putting distance between himself and the problems with his on-again-off-again girlfriend, Jane. Kyron, on the other hand, enjoyed his sex life immensely; his problem was that he did not have just one girlfriend, but rather a series of girls he dated at the same time that let him treat them badly. His problem was more that the type of girl he liked, the fragile, insecure type he could mould to his wishes, was often also living too close to the edge of sanity. This he inevitably found out too late so that sort of crazy seemed to have become part of his unusual relationships.

They pulled into the long winding driveway, and Kyron sighed as he gazed at the all too familiar sprawling ranch house in the distance. The tires crunched on the gravel, and he looked at the front door expecting at any moment for his mother to burst from it and come running out to meet him but there was no movement. His brow furrowed as he drove around the back and parked his car in the equally large garage.

Each of them grabbed their bags and headed into the house, there was still no sign of anyone else, so Kyron showed Oliver to his room. Pulling off his jacket, he turned to leave, “Make yourself at home, no need to stand on ceremony here. I am just gonna have a quick shower, and I’ll meet you on the back porch for a beer.”

“Sure,” Oliver agreed and threw his bag on the bed not bothering to unpack properly. He pulled out a polo shirt and a pair of jeans before changing from the suit he had worn to work that morning. It had been a good idea to leave straight from work, no mucking around with schedules or minor hiccups or girlfriend dramas.

Oliver left his room and wandered through the large house, exploring the large expanse. As he neared the far end of the home, he could hear muffled voices and wondered if this could be his hostess. He moved closer to the far hall trying to work out where the voices were coming from. He passed a door that was slightly ajar and looked in; his eyes widened and his breath caught. The curtains were closed plunging the room into shadows, but he could clearly make out the two bodies engaged in what could only be described as fucking for pleasure.

The woman was naked and straddling the man’s lap; her head was tossed back and her long dark hair cascaded like a silken wave down her back. Oliver could see her large breasts pointing upward as she arched her back, his eyes fixed on the globes as they bounced and swung with her movements. The nipples were dark pink, and they were wet as if the man may have been sucking on them moments before.

The man looked tall and heavy. He looked older than the woman from what Oliver could see. The man was grunting and murmuring. “Yeah, baby. Ride me cowgirl. Cum for Big Daddy!”

All of a sudden she jerked her head up and moaned loudly. “Oh, God, Oh, God, I’m cumming.” She was jerking back and forth, and bouncing up and down rapidly. Oliver watched as the man reached down between them and took a grip on his cock while the woman stopped mid-bounce and lifted herself off his cock completely. Oliver gasped and immediately went to step back, but he needn’t have bothered; neither of the players in this little tryst was aware of anything but each other.

The man had a cock that was beyond big; it was long and thick, Gaziantep Oral Escort Oliver stared at him with a mixture of incredulity and envy. He watched the woman slide back off the lap she had bounced on so beautifully on and kneel on the floor between the man’s legs. The man gathered her hair as she dropped her head to stop it from obstructing his view and in turn Oliver’s view of the woman taking at least half of the monster-cock into her mouth.

“Oh yeah baby suck it,” he was muttering and grunting again. “You’re a fucking amazing cock sucker! You’re getting my cum, and you’re getting my contract!” He groaned loudly, “Suck it!” he jerked a few more times before falling back into the chair in a slump. His eyes were open, and he was looking at the woman as she milked his long cock and licked away every drop of his cum eventually sitting up and smiling at the guy.

“Paul it is a real pleasure doing business with you,” she laughed.

At that point, Oliver left the scene quietly finding his way back to his room planning on working out the bulge that had appeared in his jeans. Getting turned around in the big house he passed the back porch finding that Kyron was there now with two beers opened, he smiled as Oliver approached, “I was about to come looking for you.”

“This house is huge, I didn’t bring my orienteering kit with me to find my way back out,” Oliver laughed still seeing the scene he had just witnessed in his mind’s eye and feeling hornier than a schoolboy after finding his first playboy magazine.

He had almost come watching that woman. God, she sure could suck cock. His girlfriend tried reluctantly on occasion but was woeful in comparison to that hot piece of ass; he had to find out who it was; ‘A maid perhaps? A sister? Kryon had never mentioned having a sister, though. It surely couldn’t be his mother. Maybe she was a ranch manager as they had spoken of a business contract.’ He had almost convinced himself of this scenario when Kyron interrupted his thoughts.

“Not sure what happened to my mother, she knew we were coming in today. There’s probably some drama down in the barns or stables. Ah, well,” Kyron continued, “Come I’ll show you round the kitchen, and we can rustle up something to go with our beers.”

“Sure,” Oliver agreed still distracted by his own thoughts and libido. He followed Kyron into the house.

About half an hour later, a smiling woman came onto the back porch and held out her arms, “Darling you’re here! I didn’t expect you this early. The traffic must have been good for a change,” she lifted an eyebrow at him suspiciously, “Or did you wear that lead boot of yours and speed all the way down.” It was as she spoke and turned her body to face Kyron that Oliver caught her profile and recognised her. This was the woman. The hot sexy slut of a woman he had watched suck cock earlier. He felt his own cock jump in his pants as he surveyed her.

“I don’t speed mother, and we left straight from work. Even took off a little early to beat the traffic,” Kyron said as he stood and embraced the woman while Oliver watched on jealously.

He froze momentarily as the words sunk in. ‘No way, this can’t be Kyron’s mother!’ He told himself incredulously, but there in front of him Kyron had embraced her and called her just that!

Oliver willed semi-hard erection to go away as he stood to meet the woman he had just watched in the throes of orgasm. She was wearing a thin summer dress. It was the kind of material that clung to her figure. Up until this very moment he had never looked at a friend’s mother with lust and desire in his eyes and felt wrong for doing so. His cock was getting harder rather than going away; he felt sure that as soon as she turned around she would see it.

She looked only at his eyes as she put out her hand in greeting, “Any friend of Kyron’s welcome here. I’m Rosemary.” Then she leaned forward and kissed his cheek allowing him to breath in the smell of vanilla, and a hint of cinnamon he thought.

“Oliver,” he responded with his name, sounding more at ease with this woman than he felt. “Thanks for letting me come and invade your family holidays like this.”

“Oh, it will be fun I have invited a few friends too,” Rosemary smiled, “It will be a grand party.”

“I am going to go sort out dinner for tonight, we’re going to barbeque once the boys come in,” Rosemary smiled, “They’re all looking forward to seeing you again, Kyron, and your little friend.”

“Mum!” Kyron groaned, “This is hardly a play date. You may not have noticed, but I grew up sometime ago.” She looked at him with a vapid expression. “Shit Mum! I am almost thirty years old.”

“Of course you are darling,” she patted his cheek and turned to Oliver whispering loudly, “He has gotten so cranky since he started wearing his big boy pants. He was such a lovely child,” She let out a small giggle as she walked away, and Kyron slumped back into his chair.

Rosemary had not noticed the bulge in Oliver’s pants, but that didn’t stop him from feeling uncomfortable. ‘Shit man,’ he berated himself, ‘this is your friend’s mother your thinking about fucking.’ He watched her slowly walk away from them unable to move his eyes away from her soft curvaceous body. The outline of her heart-shaped ass, the gentle swell of her tits, all made his cock jump with each step she took. It was as if she swayed sensuously in every movement on purpose. Oliver was going nuts over what he had seen. Damn! He wished his girlfriend was close enough for a booty call. She or some sexy one-night-stand was in for some serious fucking as soon as he got back to civilisation.

By ‘the boy’s’ Rosemary had meant the ranch hands. She introduced Oliver to them, and he watched her fascinated as she treated them all like small boys in need of mothering. Oliver was amazed that this soft gentle motherly woman in an apron was that same amazing slut he saw fucking like a whore. She acted like a family matriarch to be revered and obeyed not thought of in the way he was thinking of her. This sweet woman who patted cheeks and showed equal kindness and generosity to everyone at her table was a far cry from the sexy slut she had seen sucking down cum like it was sweet ambrosia.

Try as he might, Oliver could not get the scene he had witnessed from his mind. He ate too much, probably drank more than was good for him and ended up going to bed early thinking that he could start the day tomorrow without being haunted by the sexy Rosemary. Grabbing a sock from his bag Oliver stretched out on his bed naked and wrapping his fist around his cock he began to stroke his cock, his mind full of Rosemary and her sucking lips. He had been so hot and horny all evening that it took very little time for him to climax, and he gritted his teeth swallowing the groan that escaped him.

Oliver drifted off into a restless sleep his dreams haunted by Rosemary. She was in a white room surrounded by glory holes sucking guys off like she was starving. It was his turn but then the dream changed and she appeared standing naked next to him. He wasn’t surprised, and he pulled back the covers and let her see his larger than life hard on. She was smiling as she bent down over him and sucked his cock into her mouth, and he could feel the head go into her throat. The dream Oliver was so excited at finally having a woman who would swallow his cum that he started to climax almost immediately.

He lay unmoving, not believing that he had been so turned on by Kyron’s mother that he had cum all over himself as he had come in his dream. He felt like an adolescent experiencing the shame of a wet dream all over again, and he cringed at the thought of letting that sexy bitch mother him again as she had tonight, patting his cheek fondly as she wished him sweet dreams.

His mind started to list off the reasons why it was such a bad idea to pursue this crazy infatuation but claiming she was an old lady, or older lady didn’t even score on the list of cons and the list of pros was long including her age and experience. The only reason he could find not to try and seduce Rosemary into letting him fuck her brains out was that her son, Kyron, was his friend and work colleague.

He lay there the rest of the night considering how he could make a move on the woman. The first thing he would have to do is make sure Kyron wasn’t around when he tried, and the second was to have a good escape route just in case everything fell apart. He felt confident as the morning light grew brighter through his window that he could make it work if he could just find the right moment.

Oliver could hear a noise in the house and he got up dragging on a pair of old jeans and a light shirt. It was going to be a hot day by all the reports he had heard as they drove out of the city yesterday. He loved living in Australia where they really only had two seasons, hot and hotter. He would often watch the people on TV from England or America fighting snow storms as they sang Christmas carols. Not so here, the sky was clear and blue as the sun woke up and warmed the arid landscape. He smiled as he left his room and started down the hall hearing Rosemary’s voice emanating from the kitchen.

“You’re up early,” she said as he walked into the kitchen. “You should scoot back to bed and get a bit more sleep in. You’re on holidays after all, sweetie.”

The ‘boy’s’ were at the table eating and talking loudly, so Oliver closed the distance between himself and Rosemary growling in a low voice. “I think you will find I am not sweet or deserving of the term sweetie. In fact, I think you will find that I am quite the opposite.” Her eyes widened, but she said nothing in return so he continued, “I know you better than you could possibly imagine, Rosemary. So please call me Oliver, not sweetie, not Ollie, not Dear and you will find I will treat you the way you deserve to be treated in return, perhaps the way Paul treated you yesterday.” His voice was low and held an edge. He stared down into her eyes trying to put the meaning to the words he had just said. Oh, he knew how she deserved to be treated all right. The question was, did she?

“Coffee, please, Rosemary,” Oliver said cheerily when she didn’t reply to his harsh words. Her shocked eyes following him as he turned moving to the table with the boys grateful that no one seemed to have noticed their exchange. They had almost finished eating when Kyron made an appearance.

“Man, why are you up so early?” He quizzed his friend.

“Always have trouble sleeping the first night in a strange place,” Oliver replied good-naturedly. “I am sure I will sleep like a baby tonight and if not I am sure I can ask Rosemary for something to help me.” He turned to look at her, and she smiled as if unsure at first before reverting into her motherly voice.

“Of course, warm milk always helps young boys sleep,” Rosemary said with a teasing smile and quickly turned back into the kitchen as soon as Oliver raised an eyebrow at her use of the term young boy’s.

“I’m gonna take Hammy out for a run this morning, wanna come?” Kyron asked Oliver unaware of the exchange between his mother and his friend.

“Hammy?” Oliver asked inclining his head.

“He wanted a hamster, but his father bought him a horse instead,” Rosemary giggled girlishly, “and named it Hamster so that our spoilt little boy could have what he asked for, and I wouldn’t be left cleaning up rodent poop once he got bored with it.” Kyron groaned and rolled his eyes wondering if his mother would ever let him grow up. This didn’t escape Oliver’s notice, and he considered the woman again.

“Not sure I am really the cowboy type. Maybe Rosemary could give me a few lessons; she seems like she could… ride like a cowgirl,” he stared at the woman who had her back turned to them and saw her stiffen.

“Nah don’t worry I will give you calm old nag to ride. You’ll love it; I am sure mum has better things to do than chaperone my dorky mate this morning.” Kyron had no intention of letting his mother tag along on morning his ride.

“I’m pretty sure I would enjoy riding an old nag,” Oliver grinned. He had fun teasing with double entendre’s that only Rosemary would be aware of but knew he was walking a fine line between getting what he really wanted and losing both his fantasy and his friend. He couldn’t help himself though. Rosemary had an effect on him he couldn’t quite explain. He wanted her more than he had wanted another woman for quite some time. Once again he found himself looking at her lips and wishing they were wrapped around his cock but Kyron was urging him into action, and they left the house for the stables leaving Rosemary behind to clean up and prepare for the Christmas Eve party that night.

The men galloped out into the warm morning sunlight, and Kyron proceeded to show Oliver around his home and the surrounding properties. It took Oliver a little time to adjust to the horses rolling gait as he followed dutifully behind his friend. They rode up to the ridge, and Kyron dismounted sitting on the edge of a rock face overlooking the valley.

“Your family seems nice,” Oliver said taking a seat beside him.

“Sure if you like overbearing. Dad was cool, though. He used to ride up here with me all the time when we needed a break from her fussing. He was my buffer from all her mothering. Telling her, I needed to be a little man, not a poncy little fop like she tried to make me. It’s all thanks to him that I grew up to be the manly man you see before you,” Kyron struck a pose but his smile was touched with sadness. Never gonna let a woman like that rule my life the Mum used to, no way; no how. Gotta treat ’em mean to keep ’em keen, as they say,” Kyron extolled the virtues of his unusual relationships.

Oliver nodded in understanding. “I would have liked to have met your father,” Oliver said quietly, “Sounds like a hell of a guy and a wicked sense of humour. I like the Hamster story.”

“Yeah, he was great,” Kyron sounded wistful.

“Oh well it’s not like your mother is a bitch if anything she is too nice and caring. I think I would like coming home to be spoiled and pampered by my mother. Instead, I just get the nagging that goes along with her martyr complex,” Oliver lamented. “Alcohol and bad attitudes do not mix, trust me.”

“Guess we all have our family dramas,” Kyron chuckled. “Your right it could be worse. When we go back to the house, I will hang the Christmas lights like she wants and be nice and charming for the party.”

They eventually roused themselves from their place on the rocks and began the ride back. Looking at his watch Oliver realised they had ridden the morning away, and it was closing in on lunchtime. His mind automatically went to Rosemary as he rode and how she looked yesterday when he had found that moment of voyeuristic pleasure watching her.

It was as they approached the house after leaving the horses in the stable that Oliver tried to work out what his next move might be. He in no way wanted to alienate this family or jeopardise his working relationship with Kyron in the process, but his infatuation was fast becoming an obsession as she clouded his every thought.

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My Skinny Dipping Fantasy

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Author’s Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

My friends and I had rented a cottage for the weekend. No sooner had I laid eyes on one of my friends’ bikini-clad body that I was momentarily plagued with a vivid fantasy. Once I regained control of my body, I joined my friends in the lake. We enjoyed the water for a few hours before finally deciding we had had enough. We then returned to the cottage and started making dinner.

The evening was pretty laid back. We spent most of it chilling out and drinking. Well, my friends drank and I watched them. I never drink, knowing I can get just as “tipsy” by staying up past my usual bedtime.

Things were getting rather dull when one of my friends—for the purpose of this story, let’s call her Lexxi—proposed we go for a late-night swim. I have always loved swimming at night because the freshness of the air makes the water feel incredibly hot by comparison. No sooner had the words left Lexxi’s lips that I agreed to join her. The remaining members of our group were pretty out of it and only one of them politely rejected the offer, the other two being too drunk to even answer.

“I guess it’s just the two of us,” said Lexxi as she stood up.

“Looks like it,” I agreed as I hopped up and followed her off the deck. We were still wearing our swimsuits, so there was no need to change.

By the time we reached the dock, my eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I could see everything clearly. Then again, it was past midnight and the moon was already high in the sky.

Once we reached the end of the deck, I peered down at the depths of the water. A shiver ran down my spine as a gust of wind tickled my skin. I knew the water would feel warm, but I suddenly reconsidered my decision. Maybe a midnight dip was not the best idea. Or so I thought until Gaziantep Anal Escort my friend’s voice filled my ears.

“Wanna skinny dip?” she asked. I was so taken aback by the unexpected proposal that I did not react immediately. But when my brain finally deciphered what she had just said, I gave up all thought of abandoning this swimming endeavor.

“Fuck yeah!” I immediately replied, though I regretted my eagerness as soon as the words left my lips. Luckily, it seemed to amuse Lexxi, because she let a few chuckles flow past her lips. And without another second’s delay, she began removing her bikini.

I was stunned. I had secretly had a crush on her for years and had often fantasized about seeing her naked. And now my wildest dreams were finally coming true. Well, in part. For them to be fully realized, Lexxi would have to pull me in for a passionate kiss. But I knew that was too much to ask for. She was not a lesbian and, unless she was the best actress in the world, she was not bisexual either. But apparently, she did not mind letting another woman see her naked.

I just stood there and watched her strip. In mere seconds, she was naked and the light of the moon shined down upon her. Her breasts was just as perky as I had imagined and the chilly air had turned her nipples to stone. I studied them for a seconds before focusing on her pussy. Her tight, clean-shaven pussy. The sight of it drove me wild with desire and I almost failed to resist the urge to reach out and kiss her. Luckily, Lexxi had not noticed my far-from-subtle attraction and was now focused on the dark mass that was the lake. Without so much as a word, she leapt off the dock and sliced through the water without a single splash.

I was relieved to see her enticing figure disappear, but the damage had already been done. Massive amounts of arousal now coursed through my veins and I knew it was only a matter of time before the fantasy that plagued me took control of my mind. No sooner had I figured this out that reality began to fade. Moments later, the fantasy had begun.

Lexxi surfaced, her hair slick with water.

“Are you coming in?” she asked, beaming up at me.

I muttered something that could pass for a yes and began fumbling with my bikini. I am usually a nervous, but seeing my friend’s naked body had flustered me and my fingers refused to obey my command.

It took a while, but I eventually managed to remove my swimsuit and joined my friend in the water. It was even hotter than I had anticipated and forced a soft moan past my lips.

After enjoying the feel of the hot water on my skin, I surfaced to find Lexxi staring at me with lust-filled eyes. I instantly knew what would happen next and a smile of anticipation curled my lips.

“Come here,” she said, beckoning me forward with her index.

My smile widened as I swam over to her. We treaded water for a few seconds, eyes locked and eagerness building within us. Her feet brushed against my legs a few times and each touch made my arousal jump up a notch. By the time she finally leaned forward, I was on the verge of going mad with arousal.

Our lips made contact and I felt a shiver of lust run through me. Unable to contain my arousal any longer, I took control and forced my tongue into her mouth. Sliding it across hers in a teasing manner, I guided it back to my own mouth. That was all it took to convince Lexxi to join me in a lustful tongue dance.

Soft moans rippled out across the water as we kissed. It was my first time kissing someone in the water and it was an odd feeling. Odd, but incredibly arousing. Our breast bumped together a few times and my nipples were soon turned to stone.

I was beginning to fear the kiss would never end when her lips finally retreated. As much as I had enjoyed the taste of her minty mouth, I could not wait for her to retake control of the situation. Luckily, that was exactly what she did when she inhaled deeply and sunk below the surface. The reflection of the moon on the water kept me from seeing what she was up to, but her hands on my breasts kept me up to speed.

“That’s it,” I moaned softly as her lips made contact with one of my nipples. Her tongue soon joined the party and increasingly powerful moans fused from my mouth.

I may be quite an expert swimmer, the arousal coursing through my veins was making it difficult to me to focus on treating water. Luckily, the dock stood nearby and I was able to hold on to it for stability. No longer forced to swim, I let myself float there as Lexxi teased my nipples, sending shivers of arousal running through me.

She did things with her tongue that I have no words to describe, but it was nothing compared to what she did next. Coming up for air, she dove back down, this time plunging deep enough to reach my pussy.

“Fuck!” I moaned as she forced my legs apart and buried her face in my crotch. Her tongue began darting into my pussy, filling it with water. It was an odd feeling, but one I would soon learn to love. Unfortunately, it was not meant to last.

When she pulled away after a few seconds, I assumed it was to take breath. Thought she did inhale, that was not the only reason for her resurfacing.

A surprised moan escaped me as she pulled me in for a passionate kiss. I quickly recovered and returned her lustful tongue strokes. I feared this was the end of her undertaker play. That is, until I felt something brush against me labia. Her fingers.

A moan escaped my tongue-filled mouth as two of her fingers slipped into me. Lexxi pushed on until they could go no further. Pulling them out, she began expertly fingering my pussy, forcing increasingly powerful moans past my lips. But no matter how powerful my cries, they remained muffled by her lips, which remained permanently glued to mine.

It was not until a powerful orgasm exploded within me that I was finally allowed to moan.

“FUUCCCKKKK!!” I shrieked as soon as our lips had parted. No sooner had the moan left my lips that my pussy came to life. Wave after wave began to gush out of me, though none of them remained complete for long. As soon as the hot orgasmilk was release, it mixed with the water and became food for the fish. It felt like a waste, but the overwhelming intensity of my orgasm fully made up for it.

After what felt like an eternity, the final wave finally oozed out of me and Lexxi’s fingers left my body. Luckily, her lips helped ease the pain of the loss as they pressed against mine. Her tongue was also quite helpful as it began exploring my oral cavity. But as intense as the kiss was, it was not meant to last.

“Are you coming in?” asked Lexxi. Since I was still making out with her, this could only mean one thing. The woman who had just spoken was not part of my fantasy. She was the real Lexxi. Once glance around informed me that my fantasy was indeed over. I was back on the dock, with my bikinis still wrapped around my body.

Noticing Lexxi staring up at me from the water, I quickly stripped and jumped in. Like in my fantasy, the water felt great against my skin. Unlike in my vivid sex dream, Lexxi and I were not about to have sex. Luckily, there was a full day left to the weekend and I knew it was only a matter of time before I fantasized again.

***

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“Darling, when are you coming home tonight?”

“I’m not sure, love. I have a few things to finish off at work today. Hopefully it shouldn’t be later than 9pm.”

“Well, I’m just wondering because… the kids are with my mom for the weekend, and I was hoping we’d get some time together. Alone.”

David smiled at his wife of five years. “I’d love that. I promise to work my ass off, and get back as soon as possible.”

“Good,” Heather gave her husband a content smile. “I’ll expect you around 9pm then.”

“I’ll definitely try, but give it an hour either way, ok?”

“Nope. If I say I expect you at nine, then I mean nine. Or I’ll just start by myself…” Heather grinned.

“Now, we couldn’t have that now, could we?” her husband teased. “On the other hand… that may not be such a bad idea. I love it when I get home, and find you all hot and bothered.”

Heather leaned towards David and huskily whispered into his ear. “Mmm, and there’s nothing like a nice self-pleasuring session before my man comes home. I’ll be nice and wet for you…”

“Hey, keep that talk up, and I’ll have to have a session of my own when I get to the office…”

Heather murmured and gave David a quick kiss. “Now go! Leave! Get that nice ass of yours out of there, before I make you even later.” She waved goodbye to him from the porch. David got into the gray BMW company car, and blew a kiss to his beautiful wife while backing down the driveway.

#

At the office David threw himself into work. There was a lot of paper work to be done, and no matter how much he wished he didn’t have to, he got right down to it. The faster he could finish things up, the faster he could leave the office tonight. Correction. The faster he could get home to Heather, the faster he could fuck her brains out. It had been quite some time since they last had the house all to themselves.

They had met seven years ago, at an ice cream parlor of all places, and he had fallen head over heels for her. Unfortunately Heather hadn’t fallen equally fast for him, but he had persevered. It had taken him a few months of nagging, but finally she had agreed to a date. Since that date, there had been many others, and she had come to love him as much as he loved her. David smiled to himself at the memories.

Their love life had been passionate from the very beginning. His past consisted of three girlfriends during his University time. Then, of course, there had been the occasional one-night stands and flings, but David preferred long term relationships. There was just something about a real relationship that a casual one could never match. David believed it lay in the fact that with a proper girlfriend, there was a lot more ease. He felt safe and relaxed with someone he loved. This also contributed to a very satisfying sex life. Having a steady partner, not only meant you didn’t need to impress a new girl at every gathering; it also meant you had a chance to learn each other’s bodies thoroughly.

From what he knew, Heather had pretty much the same background as him, when it came to partners. There had been a crushed heart in the past, but who hadn’t had that happen? She had been the typical next-door girl, cute and sweet. Got along with both guys and girls, but seemed to have a bit of a tomboyish streak to her. Very Joey Potter, from that Dawson’s Creek program their daughter kept watching.

When they first had sex, it had been like the stuff from romance novels. Tender, loving and giving. With time their lovemaking had change. The tenderness and love was still there, but it had also gotten raunchier. Their first year together was spent discovering each other’s bodies, and what made the other one tick. Turns out what made Heather tick was a hell lot of things. For being the girl next door, she was surprisingly wanton. She had been eager to try new things, and seemed to derive most of her pleasure from satisfying him. Thankfully David loved to reciprocate.

They had tried sex in public places (nothing like a bit of oral at the theater), phone sex, role playing, anal, bondage, and were proud members of the mile high club. When their daughter Linsi was born, there was a natural slump in their sex life, but to David’s joy, Heather had regained her sexual appetite fairly fast. When their son Peter was born, the same happened, but this time it had taken Heather a bit longer to get back on track. Still, they had maintained the passion in their marriage, and were now back to normal. Well, as normal as it gets with two children running around.

#

The clock was ticking and showed 8pm. David was almost done with his work, and decided to give Heather a call.

“Hello?” He loved that alto voice of hers. It was dark and melodic, with a hint of natural huskiness to it. She had the perfect phone sex voice.

“Have I come to the sexiest woman on this planet?” he asked in a seductive voice.

“I don’t know, it depends,” the voice replied sweetly.

“Depends on what?”

“Depends on who’s calling.”

“The Gaziantep Mutlu Son Escort man with the sexiest wife on this planet.”

“Oh, then he must be a lucky man.” He could hear the smile in her voice.

“He sure is. And he’s getting utterly excited about coming home tonight.”

“Oh, how come?”

“Because his gorgeous wife is waiting for him.”

“Sounds wonderful. Is it a special night for them?”

“It sure is. They’ll be home alone for the first time in months.”

“Oooh, sounds intriguing. Tell me more.”

“Well, the sexy wife has promised her wonderful husband a weekend of debauchery. And, being that husband, I can tell you he’s awfully excited about it.”

“Mmm, how excited?”

“Very excited.” David leaned back in his leather chair, and began twirling the phone cord around his fingers.

“And what about the wife? Is she excited?”

“Very. So much she started without the husband.” David sat up straighter in his chair.

“Oh, she did, did she?” He grinned at the thought of Heather lying spread on the bed, touching herself.

“Oh yes, she did,“ Heather said in a throaty voice. “Having the house to oneself, and awaiting a night of steaming sex is a perfect incentive for some self loving…”

“I hope this doesn’t mean you’re all done for the night?” David teased.

“Gosh no, I’m just getting started!” They both chuckled.

“Good,” David said smiling. “Wouldn’t want to come home to an already spent wife. I’d like to get at least some credit for part of your satisfaction.”

“Honey, you’ll get all the credit. Who do you think I was thinking about, while playing with myself?”

“I dunno. Brad Pitt?”

“He’s got nothing on you dear.”

“Johnny Depp then?”

“Nah, I got over him at 15.”

“That blond bloke from Lord of the Rings then? Orlando Bloom or whatever his name was.”

“Oh, he’s hot. I’ll remember to use him for my next fantasy.” David couldn’t help laughing.

“So, you were thinking of me? What were you thinking?”

Heather’s voice turned sultry. “How wonderful it’ll be when you rip my clothes off, and let that magic tongue of yours sink into my inner folds, opening me up and feel my juices trickle down your throat.”

David could feel his boxers becoming too tight for his steadily growing manhood. He coughed.

“Eh, I believe my work here is done for tonight. I’ll be home in half an hour.” He could hear his wife’s bubbly laughter.

“I won’t go anywhere,” Heather assured David. “Just drive safely, doubt the police would consider horniness a valid reason for speeding.”

“See you in a few, babe.”

“Can’t wait.” And with that, both put down their receiver.

#

The traffic was not too bad, and David happily figured he’d get home faster than expected. He couldn’t wait to get home and take Heather in his arms. Most of the day he had tried to push away thoughts about ravishing her body, in order to concentrate on his work, but now he could finally let his imagination run wild. That phone call had certainly got him buzzing, and he could still feel his semi-hard dick straining slightly against his cotton boxers. She was waiting for him. She wanted him to devour her; trail his tongue down her body before reaching her nether regions. David knew Heather loved when he performed oral sex on her. She had once told him it was so good she could live on that alone.

Heather gave herself a quick glance in the mirror. Her auburn curls tumbled down her shoulders, gently framing her face. Dressed in a white flowing silk bathrobe, which accentuated her sensuous curves, she was more than ready for the weekend to start. She couldn’t wait until David came home. Masturbating alone had been wonderful, but nothing could compare to her husband’s tongue. She loved how David eagerly lapped up her juices. There was also something about the way she could see the wetness on his face, when looking up, that got her horny as hell.

It had been a while since David and her had the opportunity to have a long oral session. Before the children came into the picture, they would have a long session at least once every week. It usually took Heather a while to cum, she needed the buildup, but when it finally happened it felt great. Usually she would have a few smaller to medium sized orgasms, but if given enough stimulation and time, she would finally have a really intense one. Heather felt today was the perfect night for such an orgasm. In fact, Heather thought tonight called for something special. She picked up the phone receiver again, and dialed a number. One signal went through, then another one. Finally the call was picked up on the third signal.

“Darling, I know you’re horny, and I’m really close by. Should be there in ten minutes,” she heard David’s voice say.

“David…”

“Yes, babe, what is it? I’m passing the gas station right now, will be home in a jiffy.”

“Did I ever tell you I’m a squirter?” The line went silent for a few seconds.

“You’re a what?” she heard David’s slightly confused voice.

“I’m a squirter. That means, when I cum really hard, I squirt. Believe the term is female ejaculation. It‘s like my whole body explodes, and then I feel it. Sometimes it‘s not squirting, but more of a flow.” The line went silent again. Then David’s voice came out slightly hoarse.

“Firkin ’ell woman, are you trying to kill me? I’m in the middle of driving, and you’re telling me you ejaculate! How come I haven‘t noticed? We‘ve been married for five years!”

“Well,” Heather said hesitantly. “I have only been able to do it on my own before, but as I want tonight to be special, I would like us to try and make it happen. What do you say, darling?” She could hear the distinct sound of a car coming up the driveway.

“I’d say…” Suddenly the front door flew open, and there was David. The usually combed hair looked tousled, as if he had been running his hand through it. The tie hung loosely around his neck, and the first three buttons on the white shirt were unbuttoned. Heather could see his chest heaving underneath the shirt.

“I’d say, let’s get it on,” and with that David took his wife into his arms, and kissed her passionately.

“Mmpfff….mmmm….” came a low murmuring sound from Heather, while she felt her husband’s hot lips on hers.

#

Their kisses were feverish, and their hands sought each other’s flesh. Quickly Heather unbuttoned the rest of the shirt buttons, and threw the shirt over the nearest chair. David pressed himself against her warm body. He could feel her soft breasts pushing against his chest. The silk made the touch seem cold, and a shiver went down his spine. He wanted her so badly.

While kissing her, he traced the outline of her breasts. They were nicely shaped and full. He loved the feeling of their weight, when cupping his hand around each of them.

Heather let out a sigh, when feeling David’s finger trace her stiff nipple through the silk fabric. Her lips parted, and she let out a deeper sigh, when feeling him rubbing her nipples. Suddenly she could feel his tongue gently playing along her lips. Before she knew it, David’s tongue sneaked into her mouth, and she could feel herself caving into the kiss. Their tongues teasingly played with each other, while Heather’s nipples were getting stiffer by the minute. She could feel her breast muscles tightening up, making the breasts firmer due to the arousal.

“I want to make you cum,” David gasped hoarsely. “I want to make you come hard, and I want to make you ejaculate.”

“Then do it,” Heather replied in-between gasps. By now they were in the living room, and the bedroom was upstairs.

“Screw the bedroom,” David said, and steered his wife towards the sofa. He promptly lay her down on the sofa, with her legs hanging down along the side. Quickly he ripped open the robe, exposing the cream colored complexions of her skin. Naked as she was, with her loosened hair falling to her waist, luminous, glowing with energy, she might have been an angel and devil in one woman. At that image David felt the same burning passion as their first time together.

She had pink nipples with very small aureoles. David couldn’t keep his lips and tongue off her beautiful tits. Leaning in, he licked them until Heather was squirming with delight from the sensations in her breasts. As David clamped his warm mouth over her right breast, Heather felt a bolt of pleasure flow through her. David’s tongue flicked against her nipple, back and forth, and he loved the stiffness of her nipple against his tongue. The front of her full breast began to shine where he had licked it.

Meanwhile Heather could feel herself getting more and more aroused, the heat building up from within, and a light red blush spreading over her chest. Looking up at him, Heather could see the desire burning in David’s eyes. His eyes feasted on her naked body, and he let the tip of his tongue wet his lips. In one swift hand movement, he parted her legs and exposed her clean-shaven pussy. The outer lips looked puffy and inviting.

“You shaved.”

“So I can feel that warm tongue of yours better.”

“I must be the luckiest man alive!” David gave Heather a loving smile, before diving down into her pink folds.

“Oh god!” Heather squealed with joy, when finally feeling her husband’s lips on her sex.

#

David’s fingers moved under Heather’s ass, and kneaded her curvaceous bottom roughly. He loved that she had some meat on her. David was a firm believer that a woman should have hips, thighs and a shapely ass. After all, he needed something to grab.

As his lips gently kissed Heather’s pussy lips, he could feel her squirm. David decided to spend some time blowing and kissing the lips. He could feel the softness of her mound now that the public hair was gone. It was a highly arousing feeling. The skin was smooth, and David couldn’t help touching it with his hand. So smooth. Almost like a baby’s bottom. It did have a bit of a light pinkish color due to the razor, but David found it cute. It was as if her pussy was blushing from the unusual exposure.

As Heather seemed to get more and more impatient, David let his tongue very lightly start to play with her slit. He let the pressure increase, but very slowly. Bit by bit, his tongue eased its way inside her. Heather could feel it by her entrance, tormenting her. She could feel it slowly ease into her, tickling her walls. And then David started to lick.

“Yes, lick me!” Heather urged him.

Her pussy responded to David’s furious licking by producing slick lubricant, adding to her previous wetness. David could smell her womanly scent. It was mingled with a hint of her lavender soap, but did not disguise her natural scent. David inhaled it all. It was intoxicating him, and all other thoughts seemed to go out the window. The only thing he could think of was satisfying his wife, and he aimed to do his job well. Very well.

While Heather was bucking her hips against David’s face in attempts to get more of his tongue, he brought the tip of his index finger to her pouting pussy lips. When sliding it inside her, he could feel her slick juices sticking to his finger. Cream had started dripping out of her tight pussy, and down along her crack, forming a wet spot on the seat.

Heather was moaning and groaning. “Oh baby, keep licking! Don’t stop, I want you to lick me thoroughly!”

David looked up from his pussy licking and smiled at his wife. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll be very thorough!” He then drove his tongue as deep inside her as he could. Using broad licks he swept up and down her soaking pussy. All while his wife made every effort to grind into his face, attempting to get more contact.

David’s attack on her clit, with the tip of his tongue, made Heather gasp out loud. She was going crazy and only wanted David to continue licking her. The day’s conversations had made her horny as hell, and when finally feeling David eating her out, she could hardly contain herself. She needed to cum, and she needed it badly.

“David,” she moaned. “I think I’m gonna cum.” At this David began to lick faster, mainly concentrating on her clit. Heather’s breath became laboured, and David knew she was close. Her stomach was hard and she couldn’t keep her ass on the bed. He was doing his best just to hang on while she bucked against his face with her groin.

“I’m cumming!” Heather was no longer in control of her legs as they moved in jerky spasms. She made loud primal noises through gritted teeth, while arching her back. David was licking up and down her gash, slipping his tongue into her, and doing everything to hold onto her bucking legs.

#

“Mmm, that was nice,” Heather smiled content. She looked at her husband who was still glued to her twitching pussy. “You’re so good at this, darling.”

“We’re not done yet,” David’s muffled voice came between her legs. Heather could feel him blowing on her pussy again. It felt wonderfully nice and cool on her hot sex. But David did not stop his oral administrations. Instead he continued to flick his tongue against her swollen clit, which sent waves of sensations rippling through her body. The longer he kept flicking his tongue against her, by now very sensitive clit, the quicker her body seemed to catch up. Though she had just climaxed, Heather could feel her body preparing for another build-up.

“Spread your lips for me,” David begged her. “I want to see you.”

Heather spread her folds, exposing her wet pussy. The inner folds were a dark shade of pink and glistening with her juices. Her clit was partly exposed from underneath its hood, and more cream was seeping out around David’s finger from her opening.

“Touch yourself.”

“Like this?” Heather dipped two fingers in her juices, lubricating them before starting to rub her clit.

“Yes,” David replied hoarsely. “Like that. Rub yourself and cum for me again.” His cock was throbbing in his pants, and begging for release. With his left hand he unzipped the trousers, and pulled them down together with his boxers. Finally his dick was free of its confinements, and it seemed to celebrate its new won freedom by getting even harder when David’s hand grasped the shaft.

While Heather continued to rub her clit, David inserted a second finger into her. She could feel her vagina opening up to welcome the new finger. In a steady rhythm David worked his fingers further into her, and she let out small gasps. He started to finger fuck his wife, and his fingers were now going in and out, with the speed picking up for every cycle. While David worked his fingers in and out of Heather, she was now frantically rubbing at her clit.

“You are so fucking sexy to watch,” David said, while moving his hand over his dick with a jerking motion. “Are you aware of how horny I get watching you touch yourself?”

Heather did not reply. She was too busy concentrating on the sensations washing over her body.

“Yes, continue just like that. Keep rubbing and I’ll keep fucking you with my fingers.” David added a third finger. Heather thought she was going to cum right there and then.

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Ayisha’s Escapades Pt. 02

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This is a sequel to my first story Ayisha’s Escapades Part 1, https://www..com/s/ayishas-escapades-pt-01. Ayisha is a Punjabi Pakistani Housewife on a sabbatical exploring her sexuality like never before. She’s married to Hassan, rich and handsome, with a past ‘history’ of homosexuality. She measures 32C-25-35. This series aims to illustrate her escapades.

Start:

Ayisha and Ali had absolutely nothing in common except for a deep attraction for each other’s bodies. As a result, their relationship developed around the strongest lust they had ever experienced for another individual. Ayisha’s knees grew weak every time she saw Ali’s firm penis and lean and chiseled muscular physique and Ali’s developed an instant hard-on every time he saw Ayisha’s exquisite curves, alluring eyes and flattering smile.

Ayisha and Ali seldom exchanged words. Ayisha had planned her mornings’ activities with Ali well before he arrived and young Ali complied obediently and left quietly after their encounters. They furiously fucked in every position and every spot in the house, but Ayisha’s matrimonial bed, surrounded by mirrors on three sides delivered ample stimulation to the couple as they watched their respective bodies entwined in heightened sexual ecstasy.

Ayisha rewards houseboy Ali:

The morning after their first encounter when Ali entered the house Ayisha wore a simple figure hugging lime green camisole and matching g string. Her nipples shone thru the fabric and Ali had an instant hard-on as Ayisha smiled at him coyly without a hint of embarrassment. This time Ayisha joined him in the bathroom as he showered washing his penis, gently lathering and stroking it as it hardened, while he stood there breathing heavily in anticipation of her next move.

Ayisha sat Ali with his back against the bed rest and his legs stretched out and stretched between his legs, on her stomach and began licking his left scrotum, while she gently gripped and stroked his rod, like Hassan had taught her in the first week of their marriage.

After gently sucking and licking his balls, Ayisha licked the length of his shaft up from his balls till the tip of his penis a few times, lubricating his shaft and inserting her tongue in his pee hole quickly, every time she got to the tip. Finally, she focused Gaziantep Eve Gelen Escort on his glistening cock head, her mouth engulfing it, while her tongue rapidly licked the skin just under the base of his cock head but above his shaft, all the while watching Ali’s face with her big eyes to measure his reactions

Ayisha was very aroused. Her inhibitions of being with Ali had disappeared and she was determined to ‘perform’ brilliantly for her lover. Her hands smoothly but firmly stroked Ali’s shaft using three fingers, while she licked that ever so erogenous spot under his cock head. Intermittently, Ayisha would suck the length of his shaft, gripping it gently between her lips, while her head bobbed up and down the length of his shaft, massaging it with her lips, ensuring her teeth stayed away from his skin for maximum stimulation.

Ali’s hands stretched out gripping the back of the bed rest while Ayisha serviced him orally. Ayisha figured Ali deserved to be rewarded for licking and fucking her the day before like Hassan’s never had. For Ali, the entire scene was tremendously stimulating.

As he looked down, he saw his cute Memsaab’s face sucking on his cock, while her camisole held her substantial breast together producing a deep cleavage that was very stimulating visually. As he lifted his gaze, the big oval mirror in front of him produced a titillating view of Ayisha’s curvy thirty-five-inch buttocks in nothing but her racy g string and shapely legs that compounded the stimulation. Ali was in sexual heaven and moaned intermittently acknowledging Ayisha’s blowjob and the heavenly sight that lay before him.

After fifteen minutes of oral stimulation, Ali let loose at least five bursts of cum straight into Ayisha’s mouth while she gripped his cock head firmly as he bucked raising his buttocks off the bed while Ayisha continued to stroke the length of his shaft firmly. Once Ali’s orgasm subsided, Ayisha swirled the warm and salty sperm in her mouth, swallowed them whole and smiled at Ali sexily.

Ali had never experienced an ejaculation that strong before and fell back on the bed rest, thoroughly satisfied. The village girls he fucked in his teens behind the village mosque during Friday prayers, while the entire village was immersed in spiritual bliss, had tried, but their oral efforts were toothy at best and unstimulating. While Ayisha rinsed her mouth, Ali got up washed his penis and retired to wash the dishes.

When Ayisha was with Ali, her libido took hold of her senses as her inhibitions evaporated. Over time, she acted out all her fantasies, accumulated over the years and her recent time watching porn, that were considered taboo during her upbringing.

Her suppressed puberty was finally allowed to vent, as she explored her sexuality.

Her conscience and any guilt it manifested were thrust into a corner of her almirah with her Hijab and Abaya only to be donned when she interacted with her prudish community from Pakistan and their purist families.

Ayisha now sported a dual personality. By day, after Hassan left for office, Ayisha was a wanton slut, watching porn and fucking her Bangladeshi lovers 9 -inch member in wild abandon. In the evenings, when Hassan returned, she transformed into a genteel pious sweet housewife, with a moral compass that behooved a nun’s.

Where even hubby Hassan was forbidden:

One morning, as they lay on their sides watching each other naked in the massive mirror that stood adjacent to the bed, Ali fucked Ayisha with slow long strokes from behind, nibbling on her shoulder simultaneously. The fact that a man other than her husband eyed her body lustfully turned her on. The thrill of breaking that solemn vow, as a young teenage Muslim girl, of revealing her body to her husband only, thrilled and aroused her. So when Ali’s eyes roamed her curves with his ever so desperate eyes, Ayisha’s arousal intensified.

Ali hands cupped Ayisha’s 32 C boobs and pinched her nipples gently only to withdrew from her torso and grip and caress her voluptuous buttocks. Eventually having slapped and pinched her bums playfully, Ali began toying around her anus with his index and middle fingers while slowly pumping her pussy rhythmically.

In her delirious sexual stupor, Ayisha surrendered and reached for the lubricant her bed side drawer and generously lubed up Ali’s penis and her anus cautioning Ali to be ‘very very slowly’. Ali seized the opportunity and gently pushed against Ayisha’s anal opening a few times before lodging his knob into her sphincter.

Ayisha grimaced in pain but her threshold was high. Sporadic lubing helped as Ali continued to push into her gently. Ali stayed surprisingly gently, even kissing her shoulder and her face from behind while he continued to thrust his cock deeper into her anus loosening her sphincter further.

Finally, half was into her arse Ali decided to pull out and re enter her asshole. Ali fucked her anus half way a few times till Ayisha’s ass stretched and relaxed getting used to Ali’s girth. Finally, Ayisha’s initial pain gave way to astonishment and pleasure as she realized how flexible she was and noticed the expression of sheer ecstasy on Ali’s face as he stroked his penis – now almost completely – through her ass, the tightest hole ever to have massaged his member.

Ali’s strokes gathered pace and he started pounding faster from behind with them still lying on their sides but looking deeply into each other’s eyes and moaning ecstatically. Ayisha played with her clitoris for additional stimulation and turned to look at the mirror to see an image that turned her on so frequently while she watched porn. Ali’s 9-inch shaft was now furiously pounding her ass while he kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples and Ayisha squealed in pain.

Ali didn’t last long given how tight Ayisha’s anus was and after 4 short minutes buried his cock deep insider Ayisha’s ass and came the hardest he had ever, releasing a massive load that filled Ayisha’s tract. The feeling of warm cum gushing into her anal extremities was unique and stimulated her to a first anal orgasm.

Ali held his cock in Ayisha’s asshole till his orgasm subsided completely and pulled out slowly. He kissed Ayisha deeply on her mouth, squeezed her breasts before he lifted himself off the bed, showered and went back to his chores.

Ayisha reflected on her first anal encounter. It wasn’t her husband’s cock that entered her rosebud and was far less painful than her cloistered girlfriends had told her about. Their experiences had bordered on rape and were horrific.

Ayisha looked at herself in her full-length mirror and for a moment felt smitten by Ali till the massive class divide jolted her back to reality. Ali was a black Bangladeshi servant and Ayisha was a fair skinned Punjabi damsel married into an affluent household in Islamabad.

Ayisha shrugged off her momentary infatuation showered and retired to the kitchen to cook for her husband.

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