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On a weekday night, I find that I am off early from work and call to let you know. Meet me I request and tell you the name of a hotel near my work. I go to the hotel to wait for you with Champagne and strawberries.

I know what can happen when senses are heightened and I cannot wait to see you in this spontaneous moment. A night away from everything and just you and me side by side. I turn down the bed and turn down the lights and patiently wait for you to arrive while the champagne chills in the ice I’ve poured into the sink. I jump into the shower and wash every inch of my body hoping that you will be touching it. I proceed to dry off and lay on the bed thinking of you and knowing that you will soon be there.

I hear the knock at the door and a smile comes across my face. I open the door and see you standing there with a smile on your face as well. I press my finger to your lips as if to tell you that no words need to be spoken. I want to feel your emotions through your actions and not your words. You nod slightly to let me know you understand what I am telling you without words. I take your hand and pull you into the room with me. I hug you and kiss your neck. Then I pull back every so slightly and kiss your lips. Lips I have been waiting for all day long. Lips I think about all the time kissing mine.

I bring you over to the bed and motion for you to sit down. I pour 2 glasses of champagne and hand you one of them and reach to pick up a strawberry. I watch your lips surround the strawberry wishing your lips were on me. I smile and drink my champagne and feel the tingle fill my body. That same tingle that surrounds me every time you kiss me.

After I put our glasses down, I am trying to control myself from devouring you completely all at one moment. Time is of the essence here because I want to enjoy you and feel you before we exhaust into sleep. I remove all of your clothing so we can lay on the bed heat to heat, skin to skin. I push your eyes clothes with my fingertips so you can concentrate on my touch over your body. I love to feel you tense and push at my touch to let me know how good it feels.

My goal is to make you feel what I feel uşak escort when we are touching. Feel what my heart and soul are pushing through my touch and bringing to you. Will it be possible for you to feel the tense, pressing, agony of desire that I feel for you at every moment? My passion and desire for you has grown so intense that I have to hold back the wanting of you for fear of losing the time I want to take to make love to you. How easily it would be to to just push my entire body to yours and violate you quickly and bring you to the point of no return and feel you explode. I hesitate to do that because you are worth my time and everything it will take to bring you there. I want you to feel what I feel at all times and how much it means to me to hold you in my arms.

A kiss across your shoulders bring out the first moan and I grin knowing that I am pleasing you thus far. Your skin is like candy on my lips and sends me reeling with emotions that are new to me and I’m loving it. You have brought so much life to me that is brand new. As I bring myself to your breasts, a small stop allows me to see you with your eyes closed and and your breathing getting heavier and heavier. As I tease your nipple with my tongue, I can hear my own moaning growing inside of me from the ecstasy of being able to touch and taste you. I invite your breast into my mouth and enjoy the feel of my mouth on your skin. I’m in heaven right now as I am able to finally touch you, feel you, breathe you into me. I consume every inch of your breasts and pause only to let you moan and enjoy the moments I am taking to reach out to you and enjoy your pleasure. I’m loving every minute that you are feeling. It is hard to control my own breathing as my excitement builds at just the thought of bringing you to a full erotic moment.

I begin to create a path in between your breasts that brings me to your stomach and I kiss and caress your skin with my lips and allow my emotions to pass through my lips to your body. I know you can feel the heat between my legs as I straddle your leg while I’m kissing and sucking on your stomach. I touch your inner thigh with my fingers and your hips raise muglalisahidi.com slightly off the bed because you cannot hold back any longer what has been building up inside of you. I want to be patient, but I can no longer hold back and I lay in between your thighs and pulse my lips around your inner thighs. I’ve become addicted to the feel of your skin at this point and there is no way I can stop. The heat from inside of you makes me moan out loud and I am so excited that the wetness inside of me drips to the bed. I can hear my moan in sync with yours as I touch you with my tongue for the first time gliding up your wanting and waiting heat. Your taste makes me moan yet again and I want to taste every bit of you.

I love the feel of my tongue on you and press it against your hole only to feel you pulse which makes me moan even louder. I feel your clit grow and I gently suck it like the sweet fruit it is. I put my lips around you and lick it as if the last sweet nectar earth. I can feel myself pulse between my legs as you moan. Pleasing you is what I live for right now. I’m fully enjoying your moans and thrusting as you begin to beg me to let you cum. Unable to control myself I thrust my flat tongue over the length of you and press firmly to feel how hard you are pulsing in my mouth. You are so close to letting go in my mouth but I stop. I flick my tongue quickly around your hot waiting skin between your legs just to tease you and listen to you beg me to take you all in. Once I hear you say please baby – I can’t stop – I have to have you.

I have to feel you. I have to make you come to life in my mouth – in my soul. I press my lips around you and lick slowly and faster and faster until I look up and see you caressing your own breasts in your hands and ready to explode. I want you to cum for me – to reach ecstasy for me, to scream for me baby. And you do – I feel you buckle and moan so loudly that I cannot hear my own breathing. I’m in awe to have you feel that way because of me.

As you come down from your enjoyment, I work my way back up to your mouth to kiss you – lovingly. I have enjoyed every second of touching and tasting you. As I kiss you, you press back to me and surprise me by pushing me back on the bed. Not only have you reached ecstasy, but it has put a fire in you that has created a spark of energy that needs to be given back to me. You press your lips to mine so hard and fast that it takes my breath for a second and lets me know that you have been wanting me just as badly as I want you.

You let your hands go over all of my body stopping only when I shiver from the very touch of you. I’ve waited for this for so long. Forever. I know it will not take much for me to orgasm for you. I’ve been reaching out to you in my mind enough to know that I would love your touch. I can feel my moaning getting louder and my body unable to contain my feelings. My hips raise up to you as if begging you to touch me. I love the feel of you, the smell of you, the way you make me feel. I’ve longed for you since the beginning of time and waited all my life to feel like this. I feel like all the waiting has only increased the intensity of wanting any part of you. Just a kiss creates a wetness inside me that only you can satisfy. All the swelling inside has held to me and I feel you kissing my inner thighs.

I’ve been so heightened by the feel of you on my breasts and skin that I feel as if nothing can stop me from the desires built up inside every inch of my body. For they are only for you. You kiss my inner thigh and come to my wanting spot where I’ve become so swollen that you are able to suck on me. The first touch sends me screaming your name and my body is jolted with electricity that I didn’t know existed until now. As you press and lick me, we become one and I do not want to cum for your so quickly but my body gives me no choice as I cannot stop what I am feeling. Before long, my orgasm is so great that I press into your face but you take it all in. My body creates waves of aftershocks as if over and over my excitement repeats itself knowing you are still there touching me. This seems to go on forever.

When I finally relax, I pull you up to me to kiss me. As we lay together, spent from the night – we hold each other into a pattern to become one with the night. Not one word was spoken but we have said so much to each other. As we fall asleep in each others arms, we both know this is only the beginning. I wake in the middle of the night and feel your skin on mine – to begin again…

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A few years ago my friend, Joe, bought a hard-to-find movie that he, another friend of ours, Matt, and I were really anxious to watch. I had recently installed a large screen TV, so Joe brought the movie over to my house and Matt joined us. I invited them in, asked them what kind of beer they wanted, and told them to get things set up in the living room. As I was getting our beers I could hear them chatting excitedly about the movie.

Suddenly they stopped talking and I could hear a different, familiar voice. Odd. It sounded like my wife, Susan, but she wasn’t home. She had gone out to get us a couple of pizzas. I listened closer and could hear her saying in a lusty voice, “As he pushed the head of his cock into my pussy…”

What the heck? Oh no! I didn’t! I couldn’t have! I listened carefully. I did! I had been watching one of our homemade pornos last night and forgot the DVD in the player. When the guys turned on the entertainment center it must have started playing again. I knew exactly what they were seeing. My wife would be on the TV, laying naked on our bed, her legs spread wide, as she told an erotic story about us being caught showering together in the men’s locker room, all the while rubbing a large, realistic vibrator over her pussy.

What was I going to do? She would kill me if she found out they had seen it. What do I say to them? There was no doubt it was her in the video. As I imagined what was on the screen and my two friends watching it, I realized I had an erection. I wasn’t sure if it was from remembering the movie, from knowing that my friends were watching my wife in a home porno, or both. Regardless, I had to stop it.

I took their beers into the living room and saw them both sitting on the couch watching the video intently. They didn’t even notice me at first. I looked at the TV and, sure enough, there on the big screen was a closeup of my wife’s smooth shaven pussy, dripping wet, with the head of the vibrator moving between her lips. She looked so sexy!

“What are you guys watching?” I asked nervously. I guess I was hoping against hope that they didn’t realize who it was in the video.

“Oh, uh. Sorry dude,” Joe stammered. “When I turned the system on this started playing. She was so hot we couldn’t bring ourselves to turn it off.”

I knew what they meant. I handed them their beers expecting them to turn it off, but they didn’t. I went back to the kitchen to get mine, thinking they would take the opportunity to stop it. I walked back into the living room just in time to see the last inch of the vibrator disappear into her. Flustered and confused, I sat down on the sofa with them and watched.

The three of us watched as she slid the realistic phallus in and out of her pussy, continuing to tell the story, in between moans, of the stranger who caught us showering together fucking her on the bench while I sucked on her tits. In my peripheral vision I could see both of my friends rubbing their crotches. Honestly, I couldn’t blame them. I was tempted myself.

Just as she started to orgasm hard a voice shouted, “What the hell is going on here?”

We all turned to see Susan standing there looking at the TV. None of us had heard her come in. We had been caught red handed, so to speak. She turned and looked at us with an expression of shock and anger on gaziantep escort her face.

“Honey, I am so sorry,” I apologized. “I was watching one of our movies last night and forgot it in the DVD player. When they guys turned on the TV it just started playing. They said you were so sexy they couldn’t bring themselves to turn it off.”

I watched as she stood there silently, the look on her face changing to one of confusion. That’s when I noticed she was looking at my friends rubbing their crotches.

Finally she spoke. “Is that true?” she asked them.

“Yes,” Matt blurted out. “We had no idea what it was at first, but it was so hot we couldn’t stop watching.”

She turned back to the TV to see me crawling between her legs. We all watched as I slowly fucked her for a few moments before filling her with my cum. I pulled out and walked off camera. The camera zoomed in on her pussy, lips swollen, dripping our combined cum.

“Oh, that is so hot!” Joe whispered.

Susan turned and looked at him. “Do you really think so?”

“Absolutely!” Joe answered, still watching as more cum ran out.

The movie finally ended and the room felt filled with sexual tension.

My wife was once again looking at my friends rubbing their crotches.

“Did that really make you hard?” she asked them both.

“I’m hard as a rock,” Joe replied.

“I’m about to burst out of my pants,” Matt added.

“Prove it,” she said.

Wait. What? Did she really just ask my friends to prove that their dicks were hard?

Even as I tried to make sense of what she just said, Joe stood up and started undoing his pants. Within seconds he whipped out a fully erect cock. It even looked wet on the end.

“See,” he said to Susan. “Hard as a rock.”

She stared at his cock for a few moments before turning to Matt. “Well, what about you?”

As Matt slowly stood up, Joe started putting his cock away.

“No, leave it out and stay right where you are,” she instructed him. He pulled his cock back out and stood there.

Matt undid his pants and produced a very large, hard shaft.

“Oh my gosh,” Susan said. “You weren’t kidding. How did you manage to keep that thing contained?”

Matt looked embarrassed and didn’t say anything.

“Let’s see your balls too,” she directed.

Both guys complied and pulled their pants down, revealing their complete packages.

“Very nice,” Susan sighed as she moved closer to them.

I was shocked as she reached out her hands and took ahold of both of their cocks. Obviously they weren’t going to complain. She slowly stroked them as she looked from one to the other. The next thing I knew, she was kneeling down in front of them to get a better look. At least that’s what I thought at first, until she leaned forward and took Joe into her mouth. I couldn’t believe it. I was sitting there watching my wife suck my friend Joe as she stroked my other friend Matt. What the heck was going on?

After taking Joe’s entire shaft into her mouth a few times and even licking his balls, she turned her attention to Matt. She swirled her tongue around the head before wrapping her lips around it and easing part of his shaft into her mouth. We watched as she tried to get more and more of him into her mouth and throat, all while still babelan.net stroking Joe. She managed to get about three fourths of it down before finally conceding defeat.

Looking up at them while stroking them in unison she asked, “What were you thinking about while watching the movie?”

Joe quickly answered, “Eating your pussy like the guy in the story.”

Susan grinned shyly before looking to Matt.

“Working my big cock into your tight pussy like the guy in the story,” Matt replied.

Finally releasing them from her grasp, she stood up and started undressing. “Well let’s see what we can do about that.” Turning to me she asked, “If that’s okay with you, dear?”

My thinking was happening below the belt at this point, so I said without hesitation, “Sure, it’s okay with me.” I wasn’t even quite sure what I had just agreed to.

Before I knew it my wife was standing there before my friends and me completely naked, nipples hard as rocks. Laying down on the floor she spread her legs and told Joe, “Eat my pussy!” Then turning to Matt she asked, “Would you mind sucking my tits like in the story for now?”

They were both happy to oblige after finishing undressing. I watched amazed as Matt licked, sucked, and squeezed her tits while Joe eagerly devoured her pussy. She was soon moaning loudly and rocking her hips, quickly approaching an orgasm.

But just when it looked like she was about to cum, she moaned out, “Please, no more teasing. I need a hard cock in me.” Just like she said it in the story!

Joe was quick to respond and was between her legs rubbing his cock over her pussy before plunging inside, causing her to cry out in pleasure. He must have really been worked up from the movie and what had happened since then, because he didn’t hold back at all and fucked her fast and hard before grunting as he shot his load inside her.

As Joe pulled out Susan said to Matt, “Are you ready to live out your part?”

Matt released her nipple from his mouth and smiled before moving between her legs. I held my breath as he pushed the head in to her dripping, swollen pussy.

“Uhhhh,” Susan moaned as the head eased inside.

Matt pulled back a little before pushing in again, this time a couple of inches further.

“Oh my gosh!” she cried out.

Matt paused. “Are you okay?” he asked her.

“Yes,” she sighed. “Keep going.”

He pulled back a little again before another push inward, now about halfway in. He stopped to let her adjust.

“More,” she moaned as she lifted her legs up further.

Matt complied and gave another push, getting to about the three quarter mark. I couldn’t believe it! She was going to take the whole thing. He looked at her to see how she was doing.

“Give it to me,” she directed him. “Put it all in.”

He smiled and with one final push, sank the rest of his cock into her tight, but willing, pussy.

“I’m gonna. I’m gonna.” She stammered as her body started to shake with an intense orgasm. “Oh! Oh! Ahhhh!”

Matt didn’t move but just let her pussy spasm around his thick cock. Ever so slowly he pulled back before pushing in just as slowly. He did this a few times, her pussy lips clinging to his shaft with each outward stroke.

“Fuck me,” she whimpered. “Please fuck me.”

No longer holding back, Matt began to give her what she had asked for, thrusting hard and fast. Her moans and the wet sounds from her pussy filled the room. She seemed to be having one continuous orgasm.

Soon Matt started grunting too and we all knew he was getting close.

“Cum on me like in the story,” Susan groaned. In the story the guy had pulled out and shot his cum all over her.

As he got closer, Matt managed to fuck her even harder and faster.

“Get ready!” he warned her. “Here it comes!”

Suddenly he pulled his cock out of her and stroked it, sending streams of hot cum onto her tits, stomach, and pussy. The first shot even managed to land on her face! As the cum bath slowed down, Susan started rubbing his cum all over herself.

“Please put it back in,” she asked him.

Having only softened a bit, his cock slid easily back inside of her and he stroked slowly in and out as she licked the cum from her face and continued rubbing it all over her tits.

Being the only one who hadn’t cum yet, I was more than ready to join in. I motioned for Matt to move out of the way and he quickly pulled out. Susan whimpered at first, but then smiled when she saw me approaching with a raging hard-on.

“Oh yeah! Give it to me,” she said happily.

I sank my entire length into her with one push and paused to admire how sexy she looked. I quickly got into a rhythm as I looked her in the eyes, still filled with lust.

“Mmm. That feels so good. Don’t stop,” she whispered as she neared yet another orgasm.

She definitely didn’t feel as tight as usual and was wetter than ever before, but that helped me to hold off a bit longer than I would have been able to normally. Soon she was arching her back and moaning as her orgasm washed over her. As her pussy contracted around my shaft, I neared the point of no return.

“Where do you want me to cum?” I asked urgently.

“Inside me! Please fill my pussy with your cum,” she replied.

A few more strokes and I exploded inside her. Stream after stream of cum pulsed from my shaft, filling her to overflowing. I collapsed on top of her and lay there as we both recovered for a bit. When I finally got up I looked around to discover Matt and Joe had quietly left. I helped Susan upstairs on her unsteady legs and soon we were in bed, sound asleep.

We finally woke up the next day and were fairly quiet until after breakfast. As we were drinking our coffee, I finally brought up the elephant in the room.

“So, about yesterday,” I started. “How are you? I mean, are you okay with what happened?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” she said.

I thought for a moment before responding. “I was really surprised when it happened, but that was the hottest thing I have ever been a part of. You were so incredibly sexy and I was so turned on by it all. I’m getting hard just thinking about it now.”

“I’m so glad to hear you say that,” she said, smiling. “I’ve been thinking about it all morning and my pussy is dripping wet right now.”

With that she put her coffee cup down, pulled off her nightshirt, and lay back on the sofa with her legs spread. Her pussy was pink with arousal and clearly wet.

“Why don’t we talk about it some more?” she asked coyly.

We discussed it as I touched her naked body and soon we were going at it fast and furious. After we were done, we agreed we wanted to do it again someday soon. We even talked about having my friends help us make a new porno.

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Whereas his brother was not always around, being a demon and all, Donnie sometimes found himself at a loss for things to do. Their “business”, if one could call it that, ran pretty much by itself with just him to oversee it, though most of what Donnie had to do there involved cleaning up any messes that John created, interfering in the human world when, truly, he did not quite have due jurisdiction to do so. Yet anyone who wanted to tell John not to do something would have been considered a brave soul indeed to do when he was human, much less when he’d ascended (or descended, depending on how one wanted to look at it) to being a demon.

A demon…

Donnie shook his head. He wasn’t so sure he’d ever get used to that. With his hands back behind his head, he relaxed in the hideaway, a bought abode outside the city, somewhere that was designed to be used as an intermediate bolt-hole if things ever truly went to shit. It had never come to that so far, at least not for him, but it was nice to know it was there if needed, amongst others. Fiddling with his glasses, he cast his eyes around, the bolt-hole sunken into the ground with grass growing over the roof. It was not as insulating as it could have been but a touch of John must have been in him at that very moment as he stretched out along the full length of the sofa. He wasn’t usually that lazy — not so lazy, at least, that he didn’t even really feel the need to get himself up and turn the heating on.

Nevermind.

There were times, after all, when his mind needed to slow down and rest, remembering better times, times when the two of them had thought that they were invincible. Of course, perhaps that meant that, ultimately, John was invincible, but certainly not as a human. No, he had shed the skin of mortality when that knife had slid into him, taking away his ability to claw at and hold onto humanity. But shedding that skin had not left him unable to push into Donnie, the man that he loved taking him even though he was a demon, their bodies coming together furiously and feverishly time after time again.

Some would have said it was an addiction to think about one man so much, much less his very own brother, but Donnie knew too that there was no one there to care. His bolt-hole was set up with state of the art technology, paid for with ill-gotten gains, but none of it held his attention as the curtains slid shut, a touch of a button sliding the room into an artificial twilight. Leaving himself enough light to see by, he groaned lightly, rolling his hips up as his need grew, allowing it to do so naturally.

Damn… Donnie chuckled hoarsely, rasping out his mirth to himself as the rising throb of his shaft pushed out against the front of his jeans, his undergarments tighter than they should have been. He could have sorted the heating too with the touch of a button. How was it that he was forgetting things like that? Maybe his mind was wandering too much, drifting between realities — even more so, after all, since John had shown him that unreality was very much a possible thing.

It was a lot to take in. Better to rest, to allow himself that pleasure, the back of his hand pressed to his crotch, teasing and testing the waters. A few moments for himself, of course, were laid out there for him to take. And it was only right for him to take them, the button popping loose, zip sliding down, hardness rising into his hand as if it had only been waiting for the right moment in which to make itself known.

Lying back, he remembered.

*

John scowled as he leaned back on the sofa, an arm slung over the back of it as if he owned it. They may have been in Donnie’s home — or, at least, one of his residences — but it was not something that he had expected John to take note of. He acted as if he was the owner of everything that he touched, his casual demeanour cloying and clawing at everything, stark and loud.

He tipped his glass upside down and frowned even more darkly, shaking it a few times as if a few more drops of liquor may well have found it in themselves to fall out of it. It was the middle of the night but he was as awake as if it was noon, their sleep schedules not really having been all the great for the majority of their lives. And, as it was, the majority of illegal business took place after the sun went down… Where those in charge, of course, weren’t being totally brazen about it.

“Fucking idiots,” he muttered under his breath, not seeing what was in front of them. “All of them… Everyone!”

Donnie swung around in the computer chair, though the workstation that he had set up in that home, an apartment that no one but the two of them knew about in the middle of the city, was not his usual fare. A little research though and communication from a fresh device gave him eyes on a situation like nothing else, though a solution to the trade issue of their drug business (it was better to think of it like that rather than anything illegal) had not yet come to him. If John was not grouching out his frustrations quite so loudly, he might even reach it erzurum escort sooner rather than later.

“Me too?” He joked lightly, though his tone was flatter than he had meant it to come out.

John scowled and threw the glass, though the casual flick of his wrist must have had more force behind it than Donnie had realised. As if it was nothing, it sailed across the room and smashed on the opposite wall, shattering as the tempered glass shot off in all directions. It rained down to the carpet like crystalline raindrops and even Donnie jumped, although, as usual, John did not react in the slightest. Making an ugly face at his hand, he looked down, opening and closing it as if he was wondering just why another glass, full of alcohol, had simply not appeared magically there as he willed it.

Letting out a held breath that was rendering too tightly in his lungs, Donnie exhaled roughly.

“Jeez, John…”

His brother did not even question his concern, though neither got up to set the glass to rights. It would not have been the first time, after all, that broken glass had littered the floor of just where they were. One might have said that it even reminded them of some part of their younger years.

Maybe.

But that wasn’t for them to think about — not then. Perhaps not ever again.

He eyed John up from the corner of his eye, not liking how the thrown glass made his heart beat more quickly. It was well enough out of the way and he’d have it taken care of sooner or later (by someone else’s hands), though he was more concerned about getting it underfoot in the interim.

Donnie licked his lips, a reflex that took place without him even thinking about that. Was he planning to go about barefoot? Well, if he was given the opportunity, him and John were there, all alone… As if they were going to end up doing anything else. He smirked to himself, allowing a little of the tension to soften from his shoulders. It was the best thing to do whenever one needed to take their mind off things and sometimes too when there was simply boredom to be overcome.

In short…sex was always the answer.

He rose, imagining himself something seductive, though he would have felt himself foolish if he had done such a thing in his earlier years with John. But it felt like such a long time since they had come together for the very first time, not knowing what words to put to the fact that they were brothers and fucking each other. Love? Lust? Ah, who really needed to put a term to something that just worked for them…

His need rose, tingling through him, desire coursing up, thick and fast. He smirked like John, though the glint of light glancing off his glasses was intrinsically different. He would never be John but he didn’t need to as he slunk down on the sofa beside him, anything but subtle, his arm slung around John’s neck. His older brother shot him a look but didn’t move away, muscles tensing the tiniest fraction.

Is he really going to make this difficult?

“Don’t you need to take a break?”

John’s scowl darkened, lips twisting, pressed together. It was funny how someone so good-looking could, in that way, make themselves appear viciously ugly but John still somehow managed to do it in a heart-throbbing way, something that stoked the need in Donnie something dreadful.

Damn it…

“You’re the one working, aren’t you?”

But John was an easily persuaded soul when it came to matters like that and Donnie’s heart leapt into his throat, tightening and pounding there, dropping down to his knees and easily getting into John’s jeans, underwear slipping down along with them. He didn’t need much room to work to get his cock but and unzipping his fly was more than enough there, his brother sighing and leaning back as if he didn’t care what happened, even though his hard cock told the tale well enough for him. If John wanted to pretend that he didn’t care as his brother’s lips slid down and folded around his cock, that wasn’t going to bother him, for his brother was hard and needy, pre-cum glistening faintly at the tip of his cock. It was hard to tell the difference between that and his saliva as Donnie struggled to not salivate a little more, the swirl of his tongue and the bobbing of his head working it up in his mouth. But that didn’t matter as long as he too got what he wanted.

“Fuck…”

John rolled out the word in a groan above him, leaning back, hips rocking up just a fraction. Donnie’s heart leapt, pounding heavily, and he doubled down on his efforts, hand closed around the base of his brother’s cock as he sucked hard enough to hollow out his cheeks lightly. His brother wasn’t about to look down at him while he was being serviced, however, laying back as if he was the king and deserved every last little thing that was being done to him, every little bit of admiration and so much more.

If he’d been able to, Donnie would have rolled his eyes. Surely John did think like that, being the lord of a drug empire and all, but he was at his side, the brains behind it. John was ghpops.com the front and the face, the one that made sure that everyone fell in line exactly when they were supposed to. But that was not the case, not always, when it came to those close to him, though Donnie was all too ready to drop to his knees, even if he did not fall into line so easily. He was there for what they had between them, however fraught and strong it was, conflicting at best, and, sometimes, that was all that was needed to bring things to delightful ends.

Passion was all that was needed as he lost himself in the moment. Why worry about the business, everything going on, when he had his brother there and lust to be had? The aftertaste of alcohol lingered in the back of his throat but there would be something thicker and muskier to come, something that he pushed onward to with hasty need, hungry for it despite everything else. It should not have been so and, still, he wanted it, not even wanting to waste a moment in denying his need when he could have what he craved in the present time.

Donnie shivered. But what if he pushed things just a little bit further?

John groaned above him as Donnie worked his head more swiftly, lips pressing down, squeezing around that hot length. There should have been nothing else for the man on his knees but the meat in his mouth but his mind raced, thinking of one thing after the other, what he could do, though none of it was about making John felt better. There were no kinks there that they’d spoken of, nothing out of the ordinary, but the fact that he was fucking his own brother was, perhaps, kink enough.

Yet it could be harsher, rougher, the boundaries pushed, his hand slipping up tentatively to press on his brother’s thigh, feeling the muscle beneath his flesh. His jeans slipped down and Donnie took full advantage, working and grunting as he tried to get his brother out of his clothes as quickly as possible. To do that, however, would mean that he had to pull back off his cock and John wasn’t about to let him do that, fingers twisting roughly into Donnie’s hair as he finally took an active part in the play of things and pushed his head down.

“Don’t fucking give up on me now…hm…dear?”

It didn’t make sense but that was enough, more than enough, Donnie’s eyes half-lidding, going along with what his brother wanted. It was easier that way and, at the very least, he got what he needed. He moaned around his brother’s dick and gulped him down all the more feverishly, though he didn’t have to move his head all that much with John there to drag it back and forth for him, the heat of the moment rising up, fraught with the very best kind of tension, between them.

John needed it too. And he was going to get every last little fucking thing he wanted and so much more.

John didn’t know how to not take what he needed, letting Donnie suck him, fingers digging into his thigh. It came with a pressure and the tiniest bite of pain where a ragged nail caught him but that was not about to stop John from taking the moment further, fingers twisted into his brother’s dark hair, although it was not quite as dark as his. They could never have been mistaken for one another, he was sure, though the glasses too were something indeed that could give up the game. They were different and they were meant to be so. Hot pride rushed through his chest, pumped there with every beat of his heart, forcing blood around his body. Their differences, in a way, were what made them good.

But he couldn’t resist the draw of need flourishing through him, only very slightly tempered by the level of alcohol in his system. It wasn’t something that made him hold off from getting off for any length of time anymore but helped him get off over and over again, the repeated pleasure leading him on into even more lustful times. He growled in the back of his mouth, revelling in the rising bliss. There was nothing like a hot mouth closing around his cock and Donnie’s was the best, even though he’d had his fair share of guys too that he could compare things like that to. They just didn’t have a patch on his younger brother.

If he’d known that, maybe he would have started fucking him sooner…

John grunted, sitting up halfway, curling forward, need rising. There was no holding back as he used his brother’s mouth like nothing more than a hole to be fucked and, in that moment, he knew that there was nothing he could do to hold off for a moment longer. He climaxed as if he had not gotten off in months, humping and grinding and pulling his brother’s mouth down as hard as he could, increasing the pressure on the back of Donnie’s head without actually realising how much force he was using.

It was a good thing that Donnie loved it, cock bulging out the front of his jeans, showing a rise even though, in that moment, it was not his pleasure that was important. Donnie knew that and John knew that even as he pumped his load into Donnie’s mouth, hungrily watching his throat work and work as he gulped it down. A trickle of seed oozed out the corner of his brother’s mouth and Donnie groaned, the trembling vibration reverberating down the length of his cock, prolonging his pleasure.

However, the male orgasm was woefully short and he pulled Donnie back, leaving him gasping, as the sensitivity of it all grew too much for him. He grunted and heaved for breath, chest rising and falling, taking a moment to drag his shirt up and over his head, more casual wear for him but, then again, he hadn’t been out properly in a little while. Time with Donnie led him into a simpler, less formal way of life, and that was okay too, even if he wanted to look presentable, his suit jackets becoming a way of simply him being him. Donnie sat back on the floor, gasping and heaving, though the glimmer f cum at the corner of his lips, lingering there even after his job of the moment was good and done, was something that raised the stakes in John’s lust, cock twitching lightly even as it softened.

He couldn’t let it get too soft though, not with his brother right there, groaning with need, pulling up with him. In a moment, the two of them were standing, leaning into one another, though the clothes were in the way, too much cloth preventing their lust from coming through just as it should have been. John smirked and, while he took but a moment in which to recover, peeled off a tab from a strip he had left on the arm of the sofa. It was a light drug, a party drug, but just the thing to stir up in the midst of the cocktail of liquors in his stomach already.

It dropped onto his tongue and he let it dissolve, fizzling lightly, pushed to the back of his throat to gulp down. It would soon have the effect he wanted and he eagerly leaned into it, grabbing another, two stuck together, and forcing them into Donnie’s mouth with his own tongue. Of course, Donnie acquiesced to it, his struggles only instinctive and reactive, faintly teasing through in the contraction of muscles. But there was nothing there to worry about and he relaxed as the kiss deepened, clumsy and sloppy, not really being their thing.

Kissing was for lovers… That wasn’t what they were. But they could be whatever the hell they fucking wanted to be.

Donnie blinked, groaning as their lips met, hasty passion throbbing up, his cock aching for release. And yet he still didn’t even know if that kind of release was to be his that night with John or if he would later find himself in the shower, taking his pleasure with the memory of it to, at least, lift him up. It was a good thing and a bad thing to have such power play between them, his brother snarling against his lips as he pulled back, commanding the moment, demanding everything that he had ever wanted and things too that he didn’t even know of.

That was the thing… John would take things even if he didn’t know what he wanted. And that was the thing that excited Donnie the most.

Clothes hit the floor, leaving them naked from head to toe and freeing Donnie’s erection. As the drugs worked through his system, Donnie gasped, trying to drag in breath that didn’t seem to ease the tension in his lungs, glutes working, muscles that he didn’t need tensing. Everything was hot and cloying, closing in around him, but John was right there, a syringe in his hand, a smirk in his eyes.

No words were needed and the moment came to pass between them, the needle sliding into his skin like the kiss of a far more romantic, sweetening lover. It should not have been as sensual as it was and, for once, Donnie did not even look away, his hand on his cock, pumping his length, flesh sliding back and forth. Pain could be erotic too but only to a certain extent, like the pressure of a hand on his throat, bearing down so much that the very act of breathing was taken from him.

Donnie shuddered. Yes… Yes, that could be it. Pushing limits, breaking through. How far could the two of them go?

He growled and pulled back but not even John could have seen the snatch of the needle coming, throwing the syringe away and taken the second that, somehow, had already been prepared. Nights with John often went like that, black spots driving through sensation, blacking out what had happened and what was going to happen to. But he didn’t need to remember everything, not unless he wanted to, knowing that John was there, that they could push through, that whatever happened things would be okay at the end of it.

He’d never before put that level of trust in anyone else ever before. Never again would he.

Donnie had the syringe clasped tightly in his hand and there was a breath of a moment in which John locked eyes with him. Was he really going to go through with it? He could barely remember the time that he had last held a syringe in his hand, his stomach churning squeamishly at such a thing, but it felt right in the moment, chest tight with something that he could not name. It slid into his brother’s skin, breaking the barrier that allowed the drug to flow forth, to do its best work, and he pressed the plunger down, thumb aching to strain up to the end of the thick and fat syringe. It took more pressure than he thought should have been necessary, further demonstrating just how long it had been, but he got it out and it had, in reality, only been a few seconds.

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Author’s Note: This story is an edited version of an earlier post that was entered in a Halloween Story contest a few years ago. It really has very little to do with Halloween, which only provides the context. It is really about a mutual first-time sexual encounter that blossoms into lifetime love. I have edited the title and text accordingly. If you’re a romantic at heart, I know you’ll enjoy this one! Regards, Average Bear

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In retrospect, we should never have been trick-or-treating that Halloween night. Less than two months into our senior year in high school, we were way too old to sport costumes and beg for candy. Yet there we were, weaving through the neighborhood, trailing behind droves of younger kids. Amy was in her Cinderella gown and I in my pumpkin carriage garb.

We deliberately hunched over or stood on a lower step to make ourselves look smaller after we rang each doorbell. Occasionally an adult would grouse, “You kids are too old for this!” When they did, we would simply say “Sorry!” and turn off in another direction. No sense playing “tricks” in retribution, especially since we had both turned eighteen on October 2, and if there were any criminal mischief, we could be charged as adults.

Though Amy and I were completely unrelated, some of our friends called us “twins” — not only due to our shared birth date, but because we had grown up as inseparable as twins. We were like brother and sister, only without all the bickering.

That fateful night was the first time since we were pre-teens that we had trick-or-treated. Perhaps the start of the last year of school had stirred in us a longing for the simpler days of childhood. Perhaps it was the dare from a few of our friends from school. Whatever the cause of our setting out on this All Hallow’s Eve, Amy and I found ourselves having the time of our lives.

“Scott, this is even better than when we were kids!” Amy laughed in my direction. We were nearing the end of our neighborhood, the comfortable suburban sprawl where we had grown up as next-door neighbors. “You wanna keep going on the road toward town?”

“I dunno,” I said. “It’ll be getting dark soon.” Unlike many Halloween evenings in our past, there was no rain and no chilly autumn wind. It was a rather balmy eve, part of a nice stretch of renewed October warmth that once upon a time was referred to as a not-so-politically-correct “Indian summer.”

“Come on, Scott — we can see first-hand the old fart who’s moved into the old Weatherby plantation,” Amy chirped. “It’ll be an adventure.”

I wasn’t too keen on using trick-or-treating as an excuse to gawk at some stranger who’d just moved into our town. “Parents of little kids won’t be bringing them up there, Amy — there won’t be any camouflage. He’ll call the cops. We’ll be busted as overage candy-holics. It’ll be a waste of time,” I complained.

“We won’t know if we don’t try!” Amy retorted. “Besides, part of Beth’s dare was to get some candy from the ‘ogre’ that now inhabits the place.”

“You know I’ve never been one to fall for being manipulated by other people’s dares, Amy. I agreed to trick-or-treat with you because it sounded like fun, not because some of the crazies from school dared us to,” I stated in my firmest brotherly older-twin tone.

Amy turned her lower lip down in a disappointed pout. A slight gust of warm wind pushed a few tendrils of her long, straight blonde hair up in the air into a somewhat silly-looking spike. Her eyes, a shade darker than a chlorinated swimming pool at dusk, were fixed on me in a silent challenge.

Had her Cinderella gown not puffed at the sleeves and hips to create an image of austere royalty, she might have resembled a little lost waif. My resolve weakened. Despite my belief that I was in the right, I fell into my usual trap of wanting to make her happy. She truly was the “little princess” — not just the Disney brand, but the youngest-girl-in-the-family variety.

She could see in my hesitation that my mind was beginning to waver. “Okay, let’s go — but we’re back here before dark,” I ordered. The bow in her Cinderella sash crinkled as she gave me a quick hug.

“Don’t worry,” she quipped, “Nobody’s expecting us, and nobody’s going to miss us if we’re late.”

“Tardiness is not the point. I’m talking about safety. We don’t want to be outside the neighborhood in the dark, on the shoulder of the main road with no street lights, possibly becoming the deer in somebody’s headlights,” I joked.

Amy smiled her cutest waif grin. My heart always skipped a beat when she showed by that smile that I had done something to please her. She had paid the price to get those well-aligned teeth. I remembered well those years of self-doubt that she had endured while sporting a set of gad-awful silver braces. At first, I had done my share of teasing, but I soon stopped when I could see that it was really bothering her.

“We’ll save some time by not stopping at every house. I’m really intrigued to find out what Beth was talking about mersin escort with the old Weatherby plantation house. She made it sound really mysterious. We can just go there and come back home before the twilight fades,” Amy asserted.

She grabbed my hand and started out of the neighborhood. My pumpkin outfit was beginning to weigh me down, but Amy’s tug gave me just a tad of momentum as we headed up the hill. Houses on each side became more sparse as we made our way the three-quarters mile or so up to the Weatherby place.

As we turned off the road and walked up the gravel drive, the mood changed and our pace slowed.

“The place looks spooky to me,” I asserted honestly.

“Yeah, it does,” admitted Amy.

The stucco house was massive and sprawling, with Gothic columns two stories high. Only one entrance faced the road. The entrance was on a raised porch, and a yellow bug-light spilled rays of golden light from the entrance door. A few tattered Halloween decorations adorned the window beside the door.

I didn’t see any lights on inside the house, nor did I see a doorbell to ring. “Maybe they went somewhere,” I remarked.

“Maybe they just have thick drapes,” Amy countered. “Scott, you knock on the door to see if they’re home. I’ll stand beside you with the candy bags.”

I stepped first on to the porch, Amy making way for my expansive pumpkin carriage suit. The porch was made of wood, and as I made my way to the door I was vaguely aware that the floor of the porch reminded me somewhat of a giant picture frame.

“Go ahead,” Amy encouraged. I had a queasy gnawing deep in my belly. Something just didn’t feel right to me. Then I saw what appeared to be a giant door knocker, about three feet to the left of the door rather than on the door frame to the right.

Amy plastered a princess smile on her face, readying herself for the inevitable “Trick or treat!” if anyone happened to be at home. I reached for the door knocker and pulled it down hard.

What happened in the next few moments is difficult to remember, much less describe. At the split second that I slammed the door knocker, I heard Amy scream beside me. The porch gave way and dumped Amy and me into a room below, sort of like a cold cellar or wine cellar with concrete walls. Though we dropped about ten feet, a mattress on the floor below kept us from serious injury.

Even so, I was momentarily disoriented. I checked on Amy, who was unconscious beside me. I checked her breath and vital signs — she appeared to be okay. Maybe she had just fainted.

I looked around the room to see where we were. It dawned on me that the illumination was not yellow, but rather a sterile white fluorescence from beside the lone door in the room. I looked up, expecting to see the porch light and tattered wood above us, but the floor of the porch was completely intact, forming the ceiling of the room!

It was then that I heard the Voice. “No, the porch did not collapse,” I heard it say. It was a voice like the one from “Monster Mash”: distinctly British, somewhat creepy, but with no hint of humor.

Amy was starting to come around, and I knelt down to help her up. “Where are we?” she asked. She looked shaken but not badly hurt.

“Not sure,” I said, “but we’re not alone. Someone rigged the porch to drop us down here. Maybe it was the door knocker that tripped a trap door. We’re somewhere below the house.”

“That’s correct, my lad,” said the Voice. “You two are now my guests. I trust you will stay at my pleasure.”

That last part sounded ominous.

“Scott — I’m scared,” Amy said. Her ruby lips were starting to quiver. A tear leaked from her left eye and rolled down her cheek.

“Don’t worry — we’ll be okay,” I promised hollowly, having no idea that this was indeed the case, “I’ll take care of you.” I intended to do everything in my power to live up to that last promise.

“Who are you?” I bellowed to the Voice.

“My friends call me by my first name,” replied the Voice, “but I prefer for my subjects to call me Master.”

At this, I was experiencing a strange mixture of fear and anger. I tried the knob of the door, knowing that it would not turn. The hinges were not visible, obviously being on the other side of the door, so there would be no removing the door from the hinges to escape. I tried jamming my shoulder into the door, but quickly realized that it was of steel construction.

“Son of a bitch,” I muttered, partly at the Voice and partly at the pain in my right shoulder from jamming it into the door.

“You need not try escaping,” said the Voice, “you will not leave here until and unless I desire you to do so.”

The threat was neither oblique nor veiled. His previous mention of “subjects” could have been a coy joke, but it was now clear that Amy and I had been kidnapped. Amy tried to suppress here sobs, but her shoulders were heaving with fear and unshed tears.

“What do you want?” I asked. My head was spinning, trying to figure out mugladh.com possible options for Amy and me to get to safety.

“If you don’t want anyone to suffer adverse consequences,” the Voice commanded, “you will obey me completely and immediately. Do you understand?”

“Y-y-yes,” stammered Amy. As I began to reply, the Voice interrupted, “Yes, what?”

Fear shone in Amy’s eyes. “I don’t know what you mean,” she shouted shakily.

A blast of noise like a ship’s foghorn filled the room. Amy and I covered our ears to dampen the pain.

When the ringing in our ears had stopped, we heard the somewhat agitated Voice state plainly, “Yes, MASTER!”

“Y-y-yes, Master,” Amy returned, “I will obey completely and immediately.”

“And what about you, my lad?” asked the Voice. I looked up on the wall where the sound of the Voice was being piped in by a large loudspeaker suspended from the ceiling, the underside of the porch floor. The loudspeaker was likely the same source as the foghorn blast we’d experienced moments earlier. Attached to it was what appeared to be a miniature video camera, pointed directly at us. It moved in tandem with our movements.

I knew for Amy’s sake that I’d better not make trouble, at least not while we were trapped. “Yes, Master,” I replied.

“Very well,” answered the British-accented monster, “I have some tasks for you to complete. Young lady, I would have you attach the young gentleman to the wall.”

Shocked, I looked around the room to see what the Voice could be talking about. I spotted a set of handcuffs dangling from a steel ring that was implanted in the concrete wall. The cuffs were situated just above the headrest of the mattress that had broken mine and Amy’s fall into the room.

Amy took the key from the handcuffs. The camera followed her movements. “Is this what you mean?” she queried.

“Quite perceptive of you, Miss,” answered the Voice.

“Come here, Scott,” she stated flatly. I moved toward her and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Are you okay with this?” she asked. I nodded my assent. She crossed my arms and applied the handcuffs. Securing them, she removed the key and raised her costume to drop it in her pocket. True to her modesty, Amy wore a pair of cutoff blue jean shorts under her Cinderella outfit. After depositing the key, she shook the dress back out over the shorts.

“Very well, miss,” congratulated the Voice. “Now, you are to remove the lad’s costume.”

Amy looked at me with concern in her eye. “Yes, Master,” she said. She sat beside me and started by removing my boots. Then she undid the clasps on my ridiculous orange pumpkin carriage costume. Since my wrists were attached to the wall, she had to pull the costume down over my torso and off over my feet. I wore a tank top and boxer shorts under the costume.

“All of it,” said the Voice.

“All of what?” asked Amy.

“Remove all of the young gentleman’s costume,” replied the Voice.

The pupils of Amy’s eyes widened. “Like, what do you mean?”

The foghorn blast filled the room again. Because my wrists were constrained, I couldn’t cover my ears. Amy’s hands were at her ears, but her eyes showed overwhelming indecision. I desperately needed the pain in my ears from the continuing noise to stop. I caught Amy’s eyes with mine, and nodded to her in assent.

“Yes, Master!” she shouted over the blaring horn.

“That’s much better, Miss,” answered the voice calmly.

Amy leaned toward me. “I’m sorry, Scott,” she whispered. She first began to remove my tank top, but it would go no further than the handcuffs. “I’m going to have to rip it to satisfy this psycho,” she whispered.

“Go ahead,” I replied. She managed to find a seam on the tank top and ripped along the stitching to get my tank top off. Then she looked vexedly at my boxer shorts.

“Complete and immediate obedience, Amy,” I chided her, “Don’t just stand there.”

“Okay, Scott, but remember that he made me do this,” retorted Amy.

She slid my boxer shorts down and off my feet. Whether from fear or anger or whatever cause, my dick was shriveled to the smallest it had been since I was a kid. Feeling ashamed, I told Amy, “Don’t look so disappointed.”

I could tell immediately that I’d hurt her. Regretting my hasty words, I mumbled an apology. “Sorry, Amy — I’m just a little self-conscious. Don’t mind me being a jerk.”

“I’m used to it by now,” she retorted, and the gentle smirk on her face told me that all was forgiven.

The Voice interrupted, “Your tasks are not yet complete, young lady. It is now time to remove your costume.” Amy’s expression reflected horror. “All of it,” continued the Voice.

“Y-y-yes, Master,” conceded Amy. Her shoulders slumped in the same way that they had done back in the sixth grade when she lost the last round of the state spelling bee. Amy was not only smart, but she was competitive. This time, she knew that she’d been beaten. “The perv is going to rape me,” she whispered to me as a tear rolled down her cheek.

“Let’s not jump to conclusions,” I admonished. I watched her with mixed emotions — protective brotherly feelings warring with a stirring yearning to see my little buddy Amy in the raw. I’d occasionally fantasized about it, but tried to quell such desires because I didn’t want to endanger our lifelong friendship.

I was sure that Amy’s fear extended beyond the possibility of being raped. It was also grounded in her modesty. As difficult as it was for her to see me in my shriveled state, it would be manifold times more difficult for her to strip naked in front of her quasi-twin.

To her credit, she rose to the occasion before the Voice was tempted to send his foghorn blast ringing through our ears again. She lifted the Cinderella dress over her head and tossed it to the side.

The dress having been cast aside, she stood before me (and before the Voice on the other end of the camera) in her cutoff shorts, white bra, white camisole, and glass slippers. Due to the length of the dress, she wore no panty hose.

“Promise you won’t laugh, Scott,” Amy pleaded in a hushed tone. I could tell that she was serious.

“I would never do that to you,” I replied sincerely.

For the next several moments, her actions seemed to play in slow motion through my mind.

She unfastened the metal button at the top of her blue jean cutoffs and unzipped the zipper. Her hips swiveled as she shimmied the shorts down her legs and over the glass slippers, which she kept hooked on her feet. She wore white cotton panties underneath the shorts.

The camisole came next. She slid it upward over her head and off her arms. Now she was adorned simply by her white bra and white cotton panties.

“Amy, you have nothing to be ashamed of,” I encouraged her. She blushed, one of the few times I remember seeing her blush during our lifetime. It was a lovely hue, revealing volumes about the person that she was.

“Well, here goes nothin’,” Amy tried to joke. Her bra had a clasp at the front, and in one swift movement she unhooked the front and whisked the shoulder straps aside. As she tossed the bra on the heap of her dress, I suddenly had a view of the most perfect set of tits I could have ever imagined.

Much to my chagrin, my shriveled cock began to stir at that moment. I hoped that Amy wouldn’t notice. Besides, her mind was surely on other things. The Voice had said, “All of it!” and she still had one more article of clothing to go. There was plenty of embarrassment to go around.

I was proud of myself in the next few moments as I concentrated on the varied features of Amy’s lovely teenage face. I began to relax at the familiarity of her strong chin; her cute button nose; her ruby lips; her fresh-scrubbed, makeup-free complexion with the occasional freckle. I longed to see her beautiful smile return.

Returning from my reverie, I saw her toss the white cotton panties on the heap with her bra, camisole and dress. The first thing that caught my eye was the glass slippers still adorning her feet.

The next (and more shattering) object of my attention was the neatly trimmed blonde bush at the juncture of Amy’s thighs. Nothing had prepared me for the vision of my lifelong buddy and neighbor as a petite but statuesque young goddess, standing completely in the buff before me.

My penis was quickly developing a mind completely its own. It had gone from shriveled state to rising member status at the sight of her breasts. Now, at the sight of her exposed most private place, it was standing at full attention.

There was no way she could miss it, and no way that I could cover it, given my handcuffed status. As I sat on the bed, I tried lifting one leg over the other to hide my boner. I saw the surprised expression that took over Amy’s face as she stole a glance and then quickly looked away.

The Voice shattered the silence, and momentarily took the attention off my raging hard-on. “Young man, you must now lie horizontally on your back on the bed,” he commanded.

“Yes, Master,” I replied. I slid my rear end to the middle of the bed, with my arms extended above my head so as not to chafe with the handcuffs. Fortunately, Amy had crossed my arms before handcuffing me, so that by rolling to my back they were no longer entwined. Unfortunately, by rolling to my back my turgid shaft was now saluting the room at full mast.

“Young lady, you must now straddle the young lad,” the Voice spoke matter-of-factly. “Vaginal penetration is mandatory.”

“Oh, my god!” blurted Amy.

The foghorn blast screamed in my ears. Already having residual hearing loss from numerous ear infections as a kid, I had no desire for further damage. “Amy, just do it!” I shouted, “complete and immediate obedience is what motivates this nut case!”

“Yes, Master!” shouted Amy. The foghorn stopped. She moved toward the bed and crawled up beside me. Leaning down over me from the side, her long blonde hair brushing against my face, she whispered, “Scott, I’m so sorry!”

She looked into my eyes pleadingly. “Amy, it’s okay — nothing will change between us. We didn’t do this; Boris Karloff on the microphone did.”

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There she was, coming to eat with me, as always. I hated it, well, I loved having her next to me but she didn’t seem to catch the hint that I wanted her. Her Gothic perfection walked up and sat down next to me. She smiled and began gushing about some pointless Goth boy. I hated him. My goofy emo-self wanted to beat her and make her see that I was the one for her. She would see, I vowed.

We were at another club, partying! I love it when I’m with her, until some random Goth guy comes by and steals her away from me. I would pout the whole rest of the night she would hook back up with me to go home, drunk or high. Then she would cuddle up with me and tell me she wished I was Gothic. She’d kiss me, and head off to her house to go to bed. Leaving me wanting her, wanting to be inside her, wanting to be beside her curled up together.

I smiled as I walked into school that day, the new me on full display. The girls suddenly stopped, smiled and seemed to want to talk to me as I struggled to get to my locker. Amara walked up to me and began talking like any other day. Just another normal college day, her jaw dropped when I turned around and actually looked at her.

“Oh my God! Nathan,” she gushed as she grabbed me in a huge hug.

I’d secretly been taking lessons from a few people, and getting made over by a few friends. I now stood before her in a long man skirt and a straight jacket long sleeve styled shirt, both in black. I had also gotten up early to do my make up for about the 10th time in my life, whiting out my face, and lining my eyes and black lipstick for that special touch. My shining silver lip ring stood out against the licorice flavored blackness.

“You look amazing,” she whispered.

“Thanks,” I said back, “I gotta go to class.” I noticed she looked a little disappointed as I headed across campus. She was early to lunch and I smiled. She seemed more excited to be sitting with me. This time she didn’t talk about other guys, she simple told me about her day, about what a great time she’d had on Saturday with me. I didn’t say anything about how she’s simply left me on the middle of the floor. I didn’t want her to start questioning herself. I wanted her to want me as much as I wanted her, not be mad.

We were sitting in her room, studying and talking about the day. “I can’t believe your new look,” she said smiling.

“Do you like it,” I asked.

She nodded, “You look fuck-able”

“What,” I asked because she’d whispered.

“You look fuck-able,” she stated. She glanced into my eyes before tipping her head back down to look at Math. I moved my book and then slid hers out of the way. I slowly brought her face up so she looked into my blackened eyes. I tipped my head slowly down and made contact with her blackened lips. I bite back a long low moan, I was so excited. I had her. She would be mine. I would make sure of it. I slid my hand along her throat, and began slowly tightening the grip I had on her. I pulled my face back from her, her eyes were closed, she was panting, partially from her excitement (I could see the flush in her cheeks) and partially from me squeezing her pale neck.

I began whispering in her ear, “I remember you telling me you like this? Do you? Are you wet?” She nodded. I clenched my hand tighter, “NO! Say it. I want to hear you say it.” I loosened my grip in order for her to speak.

“Yes, I’m wet.”

“I’ve wanted you for so long and you’ve just ignored me. I’ve become what you want in a man and you WILL become what I want in a çanakkale escort woman. DO YOU UNDERSTAND,” I asked never allowing my voice to get my loud, her roomies just beyond the door but certain words were spoken forcefully.

“Yes.”

“Good. For starters, from now on you will refer to me as Gabriel. And you will now tell me your birth name, and why you go by Amara.”

“Elizabeth Anne. I go by Amara Darcy because it means unfading dark one.”

“Your name is almost as beautiful as you. Now, you are my girlfriend. You will see no one else BUT me! Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Say my name.”

“Yes, Gabriel.”

I had been whispering in her ear the whole time which I knew made her hot. I pressed my pale forehead against hers. I looked into her eyes, “I’ve wanted you for so long. Just watching you squirm and hearing the need in your voice has made me very hard. I can’t imagine what fucking you is going to do to me.” She whimpered. “You didn’t think I did all this just to hear you call me your boyfriend, did you?” I could see in her eyes that was exactly what she’d thought. I smiled. I forced her to lie back on the bed, “Relax,” I told her as she tensed up, “Nothing is going to happen, at least not here it’s not. I’m going to assume, that despite what I have heard you have not had sex?” She nodded, clenching her eyes shut. “Why?”

“Because, I’d get nervous just before they’d want to take off my clothes,” she replied. There was something about the way she hesitated in answering, and then the tone of voice she used to tell me that made me think she was lying. “You’re LYING to me. AREN’T you?”

“NO!! I grabbed her nipple and pinched it I kept the pressure up until she began to tell me her secret.

“I wanted you. I couldn’t find it in me to give myself to someone else.” I kissed her softly and got up, packed my bag and left before she could stop me. I’m sitting in my room contemplating her revelation, when my parents come in. I still lived at home as this was my home town and it was a lot cheaper.

“Nathan we… new look? Interesting. Anyway we have to go on an emergency business trip. Here’s some extra money in case you’ll need it. If you need more you know where it is,” My mom says. Dad smiles and says the typical I’ll see you later son. A few moments later my cell phone is ringing.

“Gabriel you mad at me?” It’s her. God I’m hard.

“No, why would you say that?”

“You left me.”

“Did that upset you,” I asked.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“My parents are out of town. I want you to come over.” I knew she would come she always did. She worried about me with my parents being gone. She drove over and I meet her at the door. “Go upstairs to my room,” I commanded after kissing her sweet mouth. I grabbed some stuff from the kitchen and headed up after her. She was sitting quietly on the bed. I stared at her and she started to move, nervous. I smiled, “Relax.” I moved some stuff around my room and pulled my table over. I placed the strawberries, whipped cream, bowl of ice and the water on it. She stares at it and bites her lower lip. I have her stand in front of me so I can stripe her naked. She’s very nervous as I began touching her, running my hands over her clad body, “I’m going to take your clothes off.”

I smiled at her and saw how terrified she looked. I wanted her to hang on to that so I didn’t try to comfort her but I did kiss her. Sucking her licorice flavored lip into my mouth. I unbuttoned the black top she turkiyeninmasasi.com had on while I kissed her, and then dragged the top slowly off her body allowing my fingers to tease her skin. She tried to cover her black lace clad breast once her top was on the floor. I grabbed her hands just as she was about to reach them. “No, I want to see you,” I stated, “and you want me to see you. You’ve already told me.” She nodded shyly and dropped her head using her hair to hide her green eyes. “Look at me.” Her head came slowly up. “Take off your skirt.” Her eyes nearly popped out of her head when I said that but the reached slowly behind herself to do it and when she did I brought my head to her breast. I pulled her breast out of her black bra, exposing her nipple to my eager mouth. I was so fucking hard, and by her sudden intake of air and her fingers grasping my head, I gathered she was nearly as excited as I was. I pulled my head back, “Take off YOUR SKIRT.” She whimpered and her hands fluttered down to remove her skirt. I took off her bra, and had her stretch out on the bed. “Now, relax,” I commanded her. Picked up a strawberry, took a bite, and then rubbed it over her nipple. I then fed the skin salted fruit to her. Her eyes closed, I remembered strawberries were her favorite. As she nibbled the fruit I nibbled her dusty-rose-colored-strawberry-flavored nipple. She moaned softly. I picked up a second strawberry, and dipped it into the whipped cream, and feed it to her. I took the same strawberry and dipped it back into the whipped cream and dabbed it on her left nipple. I finished the strawberry and then ate the cream off her nipple. “Hold on to the headboard,” I whispered. Her arms floated up to the headboard and her long pale fingers wrapped around the spindles.

“Don’t let go of the spindles.” I kissed her softly. I stood up and began taking off my clothes. She watched her eyes growing bigger as each article came off. I thought about leaving the boxers on but say her eyes cloud with disappointment and took them off. I was worried because I know I’m a big man and I didn’t want her to get scared. She did.

“I don’t think it’ll fit,” she gasped as she wiggled up off the bed, “we can’t do this.”

“No, Amara. We will do this. I became what you wanted and you WILL become what I want. It’s only fair,” I growled as I pressed her back onto the bed. She whimpered and I saw a single tear slide down her cheek. “Please relax,” I whisper, “I promise it won’t hurt. I could never hurt you. I’ve wanted you for so long. Just relax, let me please you.” She nodded slowly as I guided her hands back into place. I could feel how tense she was. I took a strawberry and feed it to her, as I whispered calming words. She began to relax again. I slid down her body, running my hands everywhere I could reach I settled beside her so I could see every inch of her skin and still reach my supplies. I reached over and grabbed an ice cube. She gasped and shivered even before I touched her with it. I ran the ice cube along her jaw line, down her neck, between her breast, and over to her right nipple. It puckered from the chill. I then wrapped my lips around her left one. She pressed into me, moaning softly. I pulled back though and then continued to watch the melting ice cube as it drifted down her body I ran the ice cube down to her belly button where I let it swirl around, then drifted it back up to her left nipple. I then let it drift down to her panty line.

“I’m going to take these off,” I whispered in her ear, “and then I’m going to run my tongue all over your sweet cunt. Would you like that?” She groaned, and then nodded. “Remember, I want you to tell me. Tell me that you want to feel my tongue on your naked pussy.”

She swallowed, looked directly into my eyes, “I want to feel your tongue on my pussy.”

I put the remainder of the ice cube in her belly button, “Don’t let that fall out.” I licked along the top of her boy briefs, and watched her tummy quiver. She gasped softly. I softly reminded her of the ice cube. I wiggled her underwear down over her hips tasting her skin. She whimpered the whole time, her tummy going crazy from her panting. “DON’T loose the ice cube.”

“Gabriel, I can’t hold still.”

“Okay,” I said I slurped the ice cube back into my mouth, “Lift your hips.” I pulled her underwear off, and eased her thighs apart. I was pleased to see she shaved as I dipped my head towards her, I tasted her. Her hips came clear up off the bed I slide the ice cube inside her. She pulled away from me. I pulled her back. “Should’ve kept the ice cube on your belly button,” I informed her. She moaned. I began using my tongue in earnest on her sweet cunt. She was getting close to cumming and I couldn’t wait to taste her more intensely on my tongue.

“Gabriel, please. Help me. I feel like I’m going to explode.”

“Relax,” I smiled. She did and a moment after her body began the rhythmic spasms letting me know I had made her cum. I kissed her softly letting her taste herself on my tongue. “I want you to play with yourself for me. I want to watch you make yourself cum.”

She blushed, “I don’t know how.” I took her hands and sat in between her thighs. I showed her how to play with her clit and then sat back to watch her. She explored herself slowly, looking towards me for approval. I would nod when she would do this. I watched her face contort as she neared climax. She panted she whimpered it made me hard. She growled my name as she came.

I slid forward and began running my hard cock over her slick center, “Put your hands back on the spindles,” I said as I noticed her trying to use her hands to slide away from me.

“Nathan, I’m scared.”

“One, that’s not my name, two, relax. I promise I’ll be careful and go slow.” She still looked worried and I smiled softly at her. I knelt between her parted thighs. I kissed her, played with her breast and used my dick to tease her clit. When she began moving her hips in time with my teasing I took that as my invitation. I began to slide slowly inside her.

“Gabriel, please no.”

“Shhh…” I slide a little farther inside her. She whimpered but I pressed on. Slowly I pressed inside her. Knowing she’d never had sex I moved carefully, enjoying and savoring her virginity like a fine wine. She whimpered and moaned softly in my ear, crying my name. “I want to fuck you so hard right now. But I’m trying to be patient. I can’t be patient if you do things like pant my name into my ear.”

“I’m sorry,” she panted. I’d remained still while we were talking about this and when I felt her shift beneath me I began slowly moving inside me.

“Gabriel, Please,” she groaned. I slowly slipped back and forth in her slick passage. I was fucking her, the girl I had wanted all of my life was beneath me, whispering my name as I fucked her. I was her first. I watched her face, she was in ecstasy and I did that to her. I was making her cum; she was coming on my cock. She called my name as her body started rhythmically squeezing my dick. I continued to fuck her and few strokes later I exploded inside her. We lay in bed coming down from our orgasmic high. I kissed her face softly tasting her lips. I murmured how I loved her as we drifted off to sleep.

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When the phone rang, his Mom answered it, then called him over. “It’s Candy for you, son.”

“Thanks Mom. Hi, Candy.”

“Hi, Harry.” There was a giggle on the line. “Harry, you said you have a digital camera, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, a Canon.”

“Great. Can you come round for a swim this afternoon? About two?”

“I’d love to.”

“Bring the camera with you, Harry, it will be worth it. Bye, Harry. Don’t jack off, I need you.” Harry stared at the dead phone in his hand for a moment, then grinned. What now? He and Candy had been an item for almost eight months now, since that magical time at Halloween when Candy had surrendered her virginity to him. From her closing remark it seemed he might just get to sink his prick in her juicy pussy again.

“Mom, I’m going round to Candy’s for a swim this afternoon, okay?”

“Sure thing, son. Will you be staying over?”

“She didn’t say.” He’d stayed overnight at Candy’s a few times. Her dad and mom sometimes were away overnight, because her dad didn’t like driving at night, and on those nights he slept with Candy. A couple of times he’d used the guest room. Candy’s folks seemed to like him, and he was made welcome.

“Ring if you are, otherwise I’ll worry.” Liz smiled at her son. He had never actually said so, but she knew her son and Candy were lovers.

“Will do, Mom.”

“Lunch?”

“Yes!”

Two o’clock found Harry ringing Candy’s doorbell. There was a short delay and she answered the door in a towelling robe, her hair wet, water splashes on her skin. As soon as the door closed behind him she was in his arms, her kiss hot, a promise. Gently, she broke away, a smile in her eyes.

“Mom and Dad are away tonight. Will you stay?”

“Try and stop me. I need to tell Mom, though, or she’ll worry.”

“Plenty time for that. Um, Harry, we have company. Did you bring your suit?”

“I always do, as you know.” Harry grinned. “Mom never asks me why it’s usually bone dry when I go home.”

“Do you think she suspects?”

Harry laughed. “Heck, yeah, I think she does, in fact I’m pretty sure. She likes you, so don’t worry.”

“I like her, too.”

“So, who’s the company?”

“Milly.”

“Milly Thornberg?”

“Yeah. She and I, we’ve been talking about various things. She’s the reason I asked you to bring the camera. You did bring it?”

“In my bag. I brought a couple of extra lenses, too.”

“Good. Harry, have you ever done any nude photography?”

Harry was startled. “No, I haven’t.” He grinned. “Now you’ve given me the idea, I’d like some of you.”

“And you shall have them, lover.” Candy’s grin was broad, lewd. “But it wasn’t me I was thinking about, it was Milly.”

“Milly?” Harry was stunned. Candy’s pretty friend didn’t seem the type.

“She wants some for Jackie.”

“Does she now? Why me? And who’s Jackie?”

“Ah. Yes. She thinks I’m going to take them. Jackie’s her Australian pen-pal.”

“She wants you to take them? I guess she’d be shy with me taking them. Fair enough, I’ll show you how to use it and the two of you can play without me.” Harry gave Candy a mock pout, and she grinned.

“Harry, I behead people regularly taking photographs. What makes you think I’ll be any better with yours?”

“Well, it’s a reflex, so what you see through the viewfinder is what you take.”

“That would help.” Candy grinned. “I’d still feel happier if you were the one taking them. We just have to persuade Milly.” She took Harry’s hand. “Come on, she’s out at the pool. We’ve been topping up our tans, naked of course, but she’s probably hiding in a robe by now.”

Harry frowned. “Why does Milly want to send nude photos of herself to her pen pal?”

“Jackie’s a naturist, and she’s been trying to persuade Milly to try it. I think she’s teetering, but she’s shy. Anyway, the only place round here is the beach at Dover Point. Milly certainly wouldn’t go by herself. She asked me, but I said I wouldn’t go without you.”

Harry blinked. “Whoa! Are you trying to get me onto a nude beach?”

Candy grinned. “Why not, it might be fun. You know Kirsty Anderson? She told me she went with Jeannie Evensen. She said it was great.” Candy giggled. “That’s when she started going with Jimmy Perez. She says he’s great in bed.”

“Does she now?” Harry grinned at Candy. “I guess, if you want to get me onto a nude beach, sure, I’ll come.” He made a face. “You two will look right at home, but I’ve still got some tanning to do on the middle bits.”

Candy gave him a quick kiss. “Thanks, lover. I’ll reward you later.” She chuckled. “We might get your prick tanned if you kept it out of my pussy, but neither of us wants that!” Candy paused. “Milly showed me some photos Jackie sent. She’s a knockout!”

“Nudes?”

“Yeah. She reminds me of me, a little, except she’s bigger in the tits department.”

“No worries there. I love yours just as they are.”

“Me too. Shit! Milly’s still naked! Wait here, lover, I’ll just make sure she knows you’re here.” Candy made her way tekirdağ escort over to the prone figure of Milly and crouched down beside her. Harry couldn’t hear what was said, but Candy stood up and discarded her robe, revealing the slender body that Harry loved to caress. She waved to him to come out and made her way to meet him, laughing.

“Milly says, if you get naked, she’ll stay naked. She’s shy, I think, but she wants to act as naturally as possible.” Candy giggled. “You know what she told me? Today is National Nude Day!”

Harry laughed. “You’re kidding!” Candy shook her head. “You’re not kidding. Practising for the nude beach, then?” Harry laughed again. “I’ll dump my clothes in the spare room, okay?”

“Put them in my room, Harry. Milly’s in the spare tonight.”

“She’s staying over?” Harry was surprised.

“Yeah.” Candy gave him a quick kiss. “We arranged it before I knew Mom and Dad were away, and that you’d be staying. We’ll still sleep together. But for now, shoo, go get naked.”

“I’ll leave the camera and lenses,” said Harry, taking them from his bag. He switched the camera on. “It’s switched on, so point, zoom if necessary, focus – it’s autofocus, so just take up a light pressure on the release – and shoot.”

“Just like that, eh?” said Candy, taking the camera.

“Just like that. Back in a minute.” Harry went back into the house and up to Candy’s bedroom, a familiar place to him now. He grinned to himself as he stripped and took himself back out to the pool. At first there was no sign of Candy and Milly, until he realized that they were in the pool. Candy waved and Milly looked back over her shoulder and smiled, a little awkward, a little flushed.

Harry dived into the pool and swam towards the girls. Candy stopped, letting her feet find bottom, and stood, water level just below her tits, her nipples stiff little buttons. A flush on her face, Milly stood, too. A little bigger in the bust than Candy, and in the hips, she was a very attractive girl. Harry stopped, letting his own feet find the bottom. He leaned over and kissed Candy, brief, but with promise, then turned to Milly. Not giving her a chance to duck out, Harry gave her a quick kiss.

“You look good, Milly, really good.”

“Thanks, Harry. I would say the same about you, except I haven’t seen anything, yet.” Milly grinned, her flush fading.

“As long as you promise not to judge me by my prick size, we’ll get on fine,” said Harry, laughing.

Milly giggled, turning to Candy. “Is that how you judge him, Candy.”

Candy smiled, shaking her head. “No, Milly. It’s not the size of the wand, but the skill of the wizard.” They all laughed. “Milly, those photographs?”

Milly looked uncomfortable for a moment. “What about them?”

“Harry is much better with a camera than I’ll ever be, so why don’t you let him take them?”

Milly gnawed her lip for a moment, then turned to Harry. “You won’t tell anyone?”

“Absolutely not, I promise.”

“Well, okay, but I want to take some of you two, right?”

Candy and Harry looked at each other. Harry shrugged, turning to Milly. “Same promise as I made?”

Milly nodded. “I don’t tell anyone. Okay, but I’d like permission to tell Jackie.”

“Your Australian friend?”

“Yes. She sent me some photographs, so I want to return the favor. She’s coming over on a month’s holiday, starting in two weeks time. Her parents are quite well off, apparently, so they’re paying for a trip over here before she starts her degree course.”

“Lucky Jackie,” said Candy. “Okay by me. Harry?” He nodded. “You’ll have to bring her over here for a swim,” said Candy. “Maybe we’ll get her naked, too.”

Milly grinned. “Why not? She’s a naturist.” She let herself sink back into the water. “I’m going to swim for a while.”

Candy turned to Harry. “Swim, or photos?”

“Nudes of you?”

Candy nodded. “And you,” she said with a grin.

Harry laughed. “Okay. Come on, naked one and let’s get the camera.”

Harry wasn’t sure later if it was his skill with the camera, or whether Candy was just a natural model. They had fun, and Harry knew that the only ones he’d dare show the pictures to were himself and Candy, for she made no coy protests nor awkward poses to hide herself, but was natural and uninhibited, just as she was when they were making love.

“Now you,” said Candy when Harry had finished, “Quick, before that lovely erection goes down.”

“Not likely, while you’re there naked and I’m feeling horny.”

“Just a couple, okay, and then we’ll fuck.”

Harry laughed. “Well, since you put it like that.” He sucked in his gut, turned three-quarter view to Candy and flexed his erection. Candy was laughing, her shoulders shaking, trying to aim the camera.

“Stop it, idiot,” she said, “or no fucking.”

“Cruel. I’m trying to give you a better picture.”

“And you are, sweetheart, you are. Just hold still.” Candy quickly took several pictures, reframing and zooming as she worked, then carefully laid the forumagic.com camera aside, moving into Harry’s embrace and pressing herself against him, her lips coming up for his kiss. She smiled at him as she gently broke the kiss.

“Fuck me, Harry, fuck me here, now.”

“Milly?” Harry began, but Candy put her fingers over his lips.

“Milly can watch if she wants, but I want to be fucked!” Candy grinned. “No need for foreplay, lover, I’m wet and ready.” She held out her hand and drew him down with her onto the colorful beach towel they’d been using. She flung her legs apart and Harry could see the gleam of moisture in her cleft, her labia flushed, ready for him.

He knelt between her legs and leaned forward, weight on one arm, the fingers of his other hand holding his prick, guiding it into her, her soft hiss welcoming him into her body.

“It feels good, Harry, it always feels good,” said Candy, her voice soft and warm. Harry paused, deep inside her, and bent to kiss her.

“For me, too, sweetheart, believe me.” Harry thrust into her, once, twice, deep. “I just don’t have the words to tell you how it feels, but it’s good, fucking great, in fact!”

Candy squeezed down on him with her internal muscles. “No need for the words, Harry, love, just action. Let’s fuck!”

Harry grinned. “Yes, boss.” He began to move, pushing deep into Candy, puling back until he almost left her and pushing deep inside her again. She grinned up at him and blew a kiss. Harry began to move steadily, pushing deep, pulling back until he almost left her, then pushing deep again, pulling back, pushing deep.

Candy’s pussy got wetter and the now familiar swish of his prick moving in her juices came to their ears. Candy grinned up at him, a faint sheen of sweat on her face in the summer afternoon warmth. “We’re getting noisy again.”

“My favorite symphony.”

“I love to feel you inside me, Harry, I just wish I had the words to describe it.”

“Go on, try,” said Harry, never ceasing his rhythmic thrusting.

Candy grinned, squeezing down on Harry as he pushed into her. “Exciting? Yes. Stimulating? Definitely. Satisfying? Of course! They all say part of it, but I think I’d have to settle on awesome.”

The familiar sound of a camera shutter came to their ears. Startled, they paused. Milly was crouched about six feet away, Harry’s camera to her eye. She lowered it and grinned at them, a spot of color burning on each cheek.

“Awesome is definitely the word I’d use.” She pouted. “You’re not stopping there, are you?” she said, raising the camera suggestively.

Harry felt Candy’s pussy pulse around him. He looked down, seeing the sparkle in her eyes, the flush on her cheeks.

“Yes,” she said, her voice hoarse, excited, “I want the pictures, Harry, I want to see you fucking me!”

Harry glanced across at Milly, the camera at her eye again. “Yeah, I do, too,” he said, beginning his rhythmic thrusting again. Candy groaned and her heels hooked behind his ass, pulling him in to her, her breathing deepening. Harry was vaguely aware of Milly moving around them and the occasional noise of the camera shutter, but Candy’s approaching climax, and his own, were the focus of his concentration.

Candy’s climax was violent, her strangled scream loud in his ear, and the clutching spasms of her pussy triggered Harry’s own, his hips bucking in reflexive spasms as his seed jetted into Candy’s pussy. For a few moments, there was only the sound of tortured lungs trying to replenish oxygen supplies.

It was Milly’s voice that broke the silence, awe in her tone, wondering. “I have never seen anything like it,” she whispered. “That was totally fucking incredible.” She giggled, high, nervous. “I am absolutely fucking soaking.”

Candy reached out with her hand and squeezed Milly’s fingers. “Was it good to watch?”

“I told you before. Awesome!”

Candy grinned up at Harry. “Good for you, too, baby?”

“You know it was.”

“Yeah. I thought you were trying to drill through me and into the ground,” said Candy, her tone droll.

Harry laughed. “I thought you were trying to pull me there!”

Beside them, Milly giggled again. “I guess that’s what being nailed means.”

Candy squeezed down on Harry’s now-shrinking erection. “Pull out, lover. We’ll shower and have something to eat, huh?”

“Sounds good,” said Harry, easing back onto his heels, half-erect prick gleaming with his and Candy’s combined juices. He glanced across at Milly, still holding his camera. “How many did you take, Milly?”

“Huh?” said Milly, tearing her gaze away from his erection. “I dunno, maybe thirty.”

“We’ll look at them after we’ve eaten,” said Candy. She laughed. “Anticipation!” Harry grinned and Milly giggled again.

“I hope my hands weren’t shaking too much,” she said.

“We’ll find out soon enough,” said Candy. “Come on, we all need a shower. Harry, come in with me. Milly, you can, too, if you want. The shower’s big enough.”

Milly shrugged, tits jiggling. “Why not. It seems to be a day of firsts for me. First time naked with a guy, even if he is someone else’s. First time seeing sex live. Definitely the first time photographing it!” She laughed. “So why not share a shower with the couple I just photographed fucking?”

“Great! Come on, then,” said Candy, taking Harry by one hand and Milly by the other.”

The shower was fun, because Harry and Candy, used to being together, did what they always did and washed each other, laughing and teasing as they grabbed at each other. Milly, startled at first, surprised them by joining in and Harry was amazed at the shy, modest Milly grabbing his prick and squeezing it. He retaliated by cupping her tits and she winked at him as she pressed his hands to her. Candy laughed, and smacked her friend’s hands down.

“Naughty! He’s mine!”

“Well, can I borrow him?”

Time stopped for Harry as the enormity of what Milly had just asked hit all three of the friends. Candy stared at Milly, who flushed crimson and opened her mouth to speak, stopping as Candy put a gentle hand across her lips.

“Borrow him for what?” Candy asked softly.

Milly gestured helplessly. “I don’t know,” she cried. “I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“Milly,” said Candy, her tone coaxing, “come on, the truth.”

Milly made a face and shrugged. “Okay, to fuck me, that’s what. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“Then why say it?” said Candy. She turned to Harry. “What about it, lover? Would you like to fuck Milly?”

“Huh?” said Harry, cursing himself for his inarticulate response. “No, of course not!” Candy arched her eyebrows and just looked at him. Harry flushed. “Okay, I’ll admit it. I’d love to, but I’m doing nothing that might spoil things between us.”

Candy looked at her friend, and at her lover. “Milly, are you serious? You want to be fucked?”

“Yes, I do. I think watching you two got me the horniest I’ve ever been. I’m sorry, Candy, I didn’t mean to upset you. If you want me to, I’ll go home tonight instead of staying over.”

“And tell your Mom what? Forget it, you’re staying.” Candy chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, then laughed. “Oh, fuck it! Harry, love, if I say, okay, would you fuck Milly? And let me watch, and maybe take photos?”

Harry stared at Candy for a moment, a strange excitement in him. “Just this once?”

Candy shrugged. “I guess so. I mean, you’re sleeping with me tonight. We usually manage a couple of fucks during the night when you stay over. I guess I don’t mind if one of them ends up in Milly’s pussy. Like you said, just this once.” She turned to her friend.”Milly?”

“Are you serious?” said Milly, a curious expression on her face.

Candy nodded. “I am. I want to see what it looks like. I trust you, Milly. I don’t think you’ll try to steal Harry away from me, and I trust Harry.”

“In that case,” said Milly, her tone hesitant, “I’d like to say, ‘yes, please,’ if you’re both sure it’s okay.”

“It’s okay with me,” said Candy. She glanced at Harry, brows raised. He shrugged and nodded. “And it’s okay with Harry.” Candy laughed. “We’re getting too clinical. It’s going to happen, so let’s all just let it happen at whatever seems to be the right time. Come on, we’re clean, let’s get dried and get something to eat. It’s nearly six and I’m starving, and I want to see those pictures!”

Candy turned off the shower and they all grabbed towels, drying each other’s backs and whatever other portion of anatomy was within range. Eventually, bodies dried, damp hair combed back, the three went down to the kitchen.

“It’s still National Nude day,” said Candy, “so no-one dresses, okay?”.

“Suits me,” said Harry with a grin. “It’s not every day I have such fair maidens to ogle.”

“And fuck,” said Milly, flushing at her friends’ sudden attention.

“And fuck,” said Candy, nodding. “What do we eat? Raid the freezer, or send out for a pizza?”

“Pizza sounds good,” said Harry, and Milly nodded agreement, her flush fading.

“Pizza it is,” said Candy, going to the phone.

The three friends sat chatting, mainly about school, and friends, and who was dating who, and twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang. They were all still naked, and looked at each other.

“Who goes?” said Candy.

“Me,” said Milly, holding out her hand. “Money, please.” Candy gave her the bills and Milly strolled towards the door, still naked, apparently unconcerned, an exaggerated roll in her hips.

“Too much sun,” said Candy, shaking her head. “She’s gone loco! She’s the shyest girl I know. Getting her naked when there was just me, or me and Trudi, was one of the hardest things I’ve tried.” She shook her head again, looking after Milly.

They heard a brief discussion at the door and then Milly came back with the pizza boxes, a spot of colour on each cheek, suppressed laughter sparkling in her eyes.

“Come on!” said Candy. “Tell!”

“You’ll never guess who it was,” said Milly, fighting giggles.

“No, we won’t,” said Candy. “So tell!”

“Charlie Adams.”

“The computer geek?” said Harry.

Milly nodded. “That’s the one.”

“You must have knocked him on his back,” said Harry. “He blushes if a girl even looks at him.”

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Mr. Allen

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I’m a young male teacher at the high school level. I’m considered the “badass” in school, because all the students know they don’t mess around in Mr. Allen’s class. I guess you could say I’m not bad looking, and I stay in shape by using the school weight room 3-4 times a week. The other teachers give me a bad time saying that even though most kids hate me, a lot of the girls take my class because they have a crush on me. I never think about it. Just as long as they don’t screw around in my class, I don’t care why they are there.

I was at the local bar one night when I spotted one of my former students. It was Andrea, she was hot when she was in high school, but tonight she was hotter than hell. It probably had something to do with the skirt she was wearing. It was so short, that if she had ever worn something like that in class, I would have had to send her to the principal for breaking the schools dress code. But it didn’t stop there, under that she had on black stockings with a pair of the sexiest red knee high leather boots I’d ever seen. Of course, the fact that Andrea was an all state track star in high school, and still on the track team in college didn’t hurt, she had the some of the nicest legs and ass I’d ever seen. Her legs could have made any pair of boots look good I suppose.

It was the first time I had seen her since she graduated about 3 years ago; she had just recently turned 21 and was out bar hopping with some friends. She came over to me and gave me a hug, something that caught me off guard, usually when students see me they run the other way because they hate my guts. But Andrea was a good kid, so we always got along fine. I knew I should have known better, but I had already had a few beers, and her hug caught me off guard, so I told her she was looking good.

“Mr. Allen, I don’t believe this, drinking a beer and making a nice comment, it’s not the Mr. Allen I knew in High school.”

I told her she could call me Tom now, and asked her what she’d been up to since high school. She saw my beer was about empty and insisted on buying me another one, you know how it is when you turn 21, you want to buy every chance you get; it makes you feel grown up or something. So, she got me a beer but only got herself a water. I asked her why she wasn’t drinking. She said mainly because it was track samsun escort season and she needed to watch every thing she ate or drank. Then she said she had also gotten a brand new car and didn’t want to have to end up leaving it downtown overnight or anything. I asked her what kind of car she got. She told me it was one of the new mustangs, she wasn’t surprised when I got all excited cause having had me as a teacher for 3 years she knew I was a car guy. The whole time I tried not to look at her legs and those boots, but we were sitting down now and she had her legs crossed and kept waiving the one leg back and forth. It seemed like forever, but I suppose it was only about 10 minutes when she said her friends wanted to go to one of the clubs so she had to get going. I thanked her for the beer and told her it was nice to see her again. She gave me a wink and left with her friends. I stayed in that same bar and I was feeling a little guilty because for the first time, I was actually attracted to one of my students. Albeit, even though she was a former student and even 21, it just wouldn’t look good if something were to happen, so I just sat there and got a little drunker than I should have. Just when I was wondering how I was going to get home, I felt a tap on my shoulder, It was Andrea again.

“Hey, what are you doing back here?” I asked.

She sort of had a little smirk on her face. She said “well, I was on my way home, when I saw your truck still in the parking lot, and I figured if you were still drinking, you wouldn’t be in any shape to drive home, so I thought I’d stop by and offer you a ride.”

I told her I could just call a cab or a find someone there to give me a ride but thanks anyway. Of course I wanted nothing more than to get a ride home from her, but even as drunk as I was, I knew that wouldn’t be a good idea.

But, she crossed her legs, and gave me that little smile, and said “but wouldn’t you rather have a ride in a mustang than a cab?”

Had I been sober, there is no way I would have agreed to it, but I was just drunk enough and couldn’t resist those boots, or the mustang, I said yes. I told her she has to walk out first and I would make it look like I was calling a cab, even though this was totally innocent, people in town would have loved to start rumors about the samsunkurdu.com teacher leaving with the young, former student. She said she understood, and said she would be waiting in the parking lot for me. She put on her leather jacket and headed for the door. Luckily, I was in a spot where I could watch her walk out without looking like I was obviously staring, damn she looked hot in those boots.

I got out my cell and acted like I called a cab, making sure the waitress could hear me. I waited about 10 min, finished my beer, and headed for the parking lot looking for the mustang. When I got out, I spotted the mustang taillights immediately and headed for it. This was it, I knew I shouldn’t be doing this but headed for the car anyway. I got in, and Andrea quickly pushed in the clutch with her boot, put the car in gear and we were off.

I lived outside of town on one of the lakes. It was about a 30 minute drive. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Andrea’s boots running the clutch and gas pedal. To top it off, she had put on a pair of leather gloves, so I couldn’t keep my eyes off her steering and shifting either. She asked me how I like the car, I told her I loved it, but I wouldn’t trade my ’68 mustang for her new one.

She excitedly said “oh, you have to give me a ride in yours if I’m giving you a ride in mine!” with the cute little smirk on her face. I told her she would have to wait till a day when I was sober.

When we got to my place, she asked if she could just see my ’68. Again, I went against my better judgment, but thought, what the hell, what will it hurt, I’ll let her see the car, then I’ll thank her for the ride and she’ll head for home and I’ll go to bed. I opened the side door to the garage and turned on the light. She walked in and just started oooing. She touched it with her leather gloved hands, normally I would have cringed, but as long as she had the gloves on, it wouldn’t leave grease on the paint, so I didn’t say anything. She asked if she could just sit in it. Again, against my better judgment, I said ok. She got in it on the driver side. I heard her say, “come on, get in with me.”

I got in, and she had that look again, the one I hadn’t been able to say no to all night. She said, “since you’re to drunk to drive, how about letting me?” I said, “Now wait a minute. I don’t let just anyone drive my baby here.”

She then totally caught me off guard again and swung her legs over the center console and put her boots in my lap and said, “But I’m not just any one, am I Mr. Allen? I’ll let you touch them Mr. Allen,” she said.

Now I was getting real nervous, but as much as I knew this was a bad idea, this is what I had secretly been wishing for all night. I tried to play dumb, “what are you talking about Andrea?”

“I can tell you’ve been looking at my legs all night Mr. Allen. Hell, I even knew back in High school you looked at my legs, especially on days when I wore heels or boots.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said.

Come on, admit it Mr. Allen, you won’t get in trouble now. You’re a leg man, and you want to touch my boots. She reached down and ran one of her leather gloved hands over them, then she grabbed one of my hands and put it on her boot, “go on, Mr. Allen, its ok, I’m an adult now.”

My cock was now getting hard, probably cause she was moving her boots back and forth over it. I think I should get going inside I said, still trying to play dumb. “Would you like to come in for some coffee?” I asked her.

“Sure.” she said. When we got inside, she said, “you know, I don’t have to worry about driving anymore, why don’t you let me make us some drinks, I know you have some whiskey or something around here.”

At this point, I knew it was over; I was just going along with what she said. She mixed me a stronger than hell drink, and little did I know, barely put any in hers. We drank up, and I now went from being a little too drunk to way to drunk. Things are a little hazy from here, but she said, “You look tired Mr. Allen, can I help you to bed?”

I feebly tried to resist, but again, it was useless. She was going to do whatever she wanted with me that night. We went into my bedroom. I laid down on the bed on my back and she took my pants and shirt off. “Mmmm, Mr. Allen.” She then unzipped her skirt, slid it down over the boots, but left the boots on. She then took of her blouse. She got up on the bed and sat on my chest. “All the girls want you, you know that Mr. Allen?”

I said I didn’t care, it didn’t matter to me. But then I couldn’t resist, I figured I had went this far, I asked her if she had wanted me in HS. She said yes, she told me that she told herself if when she got out of school and she ever had the chance with me, she was going to take it. And it worked.

To be continued…

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My First Time

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I don’t remember the first time I thought about men as sexual partners. I knew I wasn’t gay because the sight of a naked woman definitely turned me on, but for some reason I would have thoughts of naked men and not just any men…..Black men.

I am not real sure where the thoughts came from, but they were pretty vivid. I had watched a lot of porn when I was younger and I remember the first time I saw a black cock, I thought to myself man I wish I had one that big, but alas that dream never came to fruition. This story is about my first experience with cock….a big black cock.

It was November of 1995. I was 21 and in the Navy, being stationed in Alameda California was nice and if I wanted to go to San Francisco all I had to do was catch a bus at the end of the pier and pay $1.25. Now on our way we stopped off in Treasure Island and picked up a few more sailors from the Damage Control school. On this particular day a few of them were talking about a band that they were going to see at a bar just a few blocks outside of Chinatown. Being a fan of live music I sort of tagged along and after a 20 minute walk we found the bar.

Unfortunately after about 10 minutes I realized that this band wasn’t that good and decided not to waste anymore of my time. I left the bar unnoticed by my new friends and headed off to find adventure elsewhere. Now I didn’t have to go far because right next door was a sex shop. Being from Kansas I had never been inside one of these so I thought what the hell. I went inside balıkesir escort and looked around for a couple of minutes until something in the back caught my eye. As I walked down the hallway I noticed a bunch of little rooms with doors on them. Needless to say I was quite surprised when a door opened up in front of me and a man walked out. I could see porn playing on a television monitor in the corner. I quickly went inside and locked the door. I noticed that there was a slot at the bottom for money and I reached into my pocket. At first it was just one dollar bills, but just as it was getting good it would shut off. I said fuck it and slid a $20 into the machine, which bought me roughly two hours.

About 15 minutes in I noticed a hole in the wall roughly 15 inches from my face. I looked through it and saw a young black man sitting in a chair stroking a massive cock. Now I don’t know why but I could not take my eyes off of it. After what seemed like a few seconds I looked up and noticed the guy looking at me. I quickly backed away from the whole and went back to watching the television. What happened next shocked me; the guy stuck his dick through the hole.

I know now that these are glory holes, but back then I had no idea that these things even existed.

I sat there for a few minutes and looked at it

before sticking my hand out and touching it. Just touching caused it to move and a voice in the back of my head told me to suck it. I had always thought about it balikesirmetroturizm.com and now was my chance. It would be completely anonymous. I got down on my knees in front of it. Slowly stroked it with my hand and then finally got up the courage to put the head of it in my mouth. I started off slow, doing a lot of thinking. Trying not to use my teeth and trying to get it in my mouth and wondering if he was enjoying it. His cock was rock hard so I am going to guess that he was enjoying it. I started off slow but soon I was in a rhythm and getting about 2 inches of it in my mouth. Then without warning he pulled his cock out of the hole and he was gone. I heard him leave the room and I got up from the floor, a few seconds later I heard a knock on my door, curiosity drove me to walk over and open it up and there he was standing outside the door. He pushed his way in and locked the door behind him. I took a few steps back and he walked further into the room. When he was in the center of the room he lifted his shirt and dropped his pants. He told me to get down on my knees and finish the job, without hesitation I was on my knees sucking his cock. He was grabbing my head and forcing it on to his cock further; I was choking, but getting more of it in. He finally settled for half of his cock in my mouth and we worked up a nice rhythm once again. I spent the next 15 minutes on my knees sucking 10 inches of beautiful black cock thinking to myself that I was definitely going to do this again.

Then he told me to take my pants off and get on the chair on my knees. He asked me if I had ever been fucked before and I said no. I hadn’t really planned on going this far ever in my life with another man, but I found myself doing as I was told. I saw him reach into his pocket and roll a condom onto his dick. He spit on my asshole and I felt him place the head of his cock at my virgin entrance.

He was gentle in the beginning and had a little trouble getting the head of his massive cock in my tight ass, but soon I felt my asshole release and felt his head pop in. It hurt a little, but wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle, however that was about to change. I felt him grab my hips and with each thrust he forced more of his cock into my ass. Soon the pain was pretty intense and I hate to say it but I was tearing up. I asked him to stop but my pleas fell on deaf ears. He didn’t stop until I felt his nuts hitting mine, by now I am in excruciating pain and just hoping that he finishes soon, but he didn’t finish for what seemed like hours. After about 30 minutes the pain started to subside. It didn’t feel good it just started to hurt less and then I felt him pick up some speed, before he convulsed a few times and then stopped moving all together. I was thankful when he pulled his now limp cock out of my ass and let go of my hips. Neither of us said anything as we got dressed. He left the room first and I waited until my time was up. After 15 more minutes the television screen went blank and I exited the room. Caught the bus back to the boat and lost myself in my thoughts.

The cock sucking was fun, but the ass fucking was not and I swore I would never do that again….Of course I did do it, but that is for another time.

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Mora’s Vacation Ch. 01

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Mora stepped out of the cab by swinging one leg to the ground and leaving the other in the cab. Her skirt was hiked up. She wondered if anyone saw her bright pink thong against her black pubic hair. As she straightened up she saw a man leaning against the wall give her a big smile and a thumbs up. She nodded and returned the smile. The cab driver lifted her bags out and gave them to the curbside airline check in. She gave the driver a tip and waited for the baggage handler to give her the stubs for her bags. She then went into the airport and waited in line for a ticket agent.

When one became available she handed him her ticket. He checked the computer and said that there was a problem that they were over booked in the coach section. She saw his eyes stop on her braless 34D breasts with the top blouse button undone. He finally looked into her eyes and said that if she did not mind he would upgrade her to first class at no extra charge and smiled. Mora gave him a big smile back and said if he insisted that would be ok with her. He grinned back at her and handed her a boarding pass.

Mora started towards the gate. She was dressed in a short, mini skirt, a simple, pocket less, sleeveless blouse that was hugging her breasts and spike, high heel shoes. She was 29, tall, 5′ 10″, 129 pounds, and her bare, lotion covered, shiny legs seemed to go on forever up her skirt. She was lean from top to bottom and the high heels caused the calves in her legs to look very solid and muscular. As she walked there was just the slightest giggle to her breasts against the material and soon her nipple on each tear drop shaped breast was standing out.

She stopped in the rest room and then proceeded to the gate. After a short wait the first class passengers were called and she boarded with the few others seated there. She declined the free drink she was offered and finally the rest of the passengers were on board and the door closed. She was in a seat by the window and no one was beside her. Across the aisle from her was the gentleman that had seen her get out of the cab! She was sitting with her legs open but he could not enjoy it as he was to her side. The captain came on and gave the usual pep talk and they taxied and took off.

The flight was to be about four hours and a little while later they were out over the ocean. The man across from her scooted over to the aisle seat and said hello. He said his name was Sam and Mona told him her name. They chatted about their plans for a while; he was on both a business and pleasure trip. Mona did not say much about what she was doing. In due time she arrived at her Caribbean destination and after collecting her baggage saw a young female with a sign and her name on it. She introduced herself and the girl took her bags and led her to a waiting car. The rear door was opened and Mora got inside.

About 20 minutes after they left the airport Mora caught something coming towards her door out of the corner of her eye. Before she had time to react their car was impacted by a truck. That was the last thing Mora remembered.

The next thing she knew someone was calling her name and gently shaking her shoulder. Mora forced her eyes open and saw she was in a hospital room and someone was looking down at her. The person said hello in English and how was she feeling, any pain? Mora said no and asked what had happened. The person said that she had been in an auto accident. She said her name was Cara and said the doctor had been in earlier and Mora would live. Mora felt very strange, like her lower body was numb. Cara had moved out of Mora’s sight and she moved her right hand down her side. At her hip there was nothing more to feel. Her right leg was gone at the hip. She did the same with her left hand and found a very short stump sticking out from her hip. Both had bandages around them but she could not feel anything. She slid her hand over to her sex and found that she had been shaved and that a Foley catheter had been inserted. Again, no feeling in that area either. She drifted off to sleep with a slight smile on her face. As a teen growing up she had wanted to be an amputee but never thought it would happen to her.

Mora awoke later and it was dark outside. Cara was at a table near the bedside writing in her medical chart. Cara saw Mora’s head move and with her hands, pushed herself up and came over to the bedside. She asked if Mora felt ok and was she having any pain. Mora said no she felt OK. The head of the bed had been raised some and Cara asked if she wanted to see what had been done. Mora said sure and Cara folded the sheet back. Mora looked down and saw that what she had felt before was true. Her legs were gone, the right one was a hip disarticulation and the left one had about a 3 inch stump. She tried to move the stump but it would not budge. Cara told her that she had an epidural spinal anesthetic going to stop the pain and that would be in place for several days.

Cara grasp Mora’s hand and asked how she felt about what she saw. Mora said it was ok and then realized that was muğla escort why she saw Cara limping, she was one also. Cara saw the light come on and said yes she was a right AK and left BK amputee by wish. She told Mora that she was very lucky. She only had a mild concussion and no other major injuries, just scrapes and bruises that would heal quickly. Mora asked about the female driver and Cara looked down and said she had not made it. Mora had to be cut out of the car and was brought here to the hospital. The legs were so badly injured that they had to be amputated before she bled to death.

Cara said she had to do several things such as change dressings, flush her urinary catheter and change her bed. She told Mora that it was important that she move around in bed as much as she could to prevent bed sores. There was an overhead trapeze bar to help. As she was checking and flushing her catheter she explained that she had been shaved because the right hip surgery had some cuts in the hair area so it had to be removed. Mora said no problem she had always wondered what it was like. Cara grinned and said she would love it, she did.

She said it looked like they had not done a very good job in the OR and she would do a much better job shaving her in a couple of days. Cara asked Mora if she was hungry and she said yes that a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and some tea would be great. Cara made a call and said it would be here shortly.

After she was done with everything she asked Mora if she wanted a gown and she said no, she always slept in the nude. Cara said she was the nurse that worked from noon to midnight and there would be another nurse in to work midnight to noon. She said she was a young nurse and was a new arm amputee with a hook prosthesis and was doing very good. Mora said great, she was looking forward to meeting her.

Cara also said that the epidural catheter would probably stay in for 2 days and the med would be tapered off and they would go from there. Cutting the bone like they did on her left leg usually caused more pain than just removing the joint from the socket like had been done on the right side. Her food came and she ate it and drank the tea. She was glad she did not have to worry about going to the bathroom. Mora was tired so she soon slipped off to sleep.

A noise woke her up and it was light outside. A young lady, dressed in surgical scrubs was charting and said hello when Mora looked at her. She said her name was Janie and like Cara, was a light brown skinned, very attractive person. Unlike Cara, she could see that full breasts pushed her scrub top out. She got up and walked over to the bed and Mora could see her prosthetic right arm. Janie saw Mora looking and said that she understood that Cara had told her about the arm. She hoped it did not bother her and Mora said no, it looked very good on her. She said thanks, she thought so also and they both laughed.

Janie asked if she wanted something to eat and Mora said tea and toast would be great. Janie made the call and then said that she was going to turn down the rate of flow of medicine to her epidural and that in about 45 minutes she might start feeling something. Let her know if the pain was too bad and she would adjust it back up some. After she ate she would change her dressings and give her a bed bath. The food arrived and Mora enjoyed it.

After breakfast Janie said it was time to change her dressings and did she want to see her new stumps. Mora said by all means she did. Janie locked the door and removed the sheet. She said in a shy voice that she thought Mora was a very beautiful woman. She also said that this was the first time she had seen this type of amputations as a new nurse and thought Mora was going to look fantastic with them. She said that she was thinking about having her other arm removed completely but that might mean the end of her nursing career. She was not sure yet what might happen.

Janie seemed to be using her hook arm well and soon had the bandage removed on her right hip area. As the final dressing was removed Mora leaned forward with the help of the trapeze and looked at it. It was not bleeding but quite bruised looking. Janie said that was quite normal and it was not as swollen as she expected. It was redressed and Janie moved to the left leg stump. After the dressings were removed it looked the same way, bruised and some swelling. No bleeding or drainage appeared. The suture work seemed to be fantastic. She tried to move it though it did not move but she had a little bit of feeling as it was being rebadged. An elastic wrap was also applied to help with swelling now and later reduce the size of the stump.

Janie asked what she thought and Mora said it looked great and she wished she could feel her sex as she was sure she would be very aroused. Janie said she knew what she meant. Mora said she was starting to feel a little pain in her stump but it was not bad.

Janie looked at Mora for a few seconds like she was trying to make up her mind to ask her something. rhodope-mugla.org Mora said what. Janie said she wanted to ask her if she would mind letting her change her Foley catheter. She had not done one with her hook and wanted to try it. She said if not Cara would do it this afternoon. Mora quickly said she would let her do it on one condition….if Janie would take her top off so Mora could see all of her arm in action while she did it. Her answer was to quickly remove her top. She showed Mora how it worked, what the various cables did and how they ran to various places on the arm. It was a basic arm without a lot of extra stuff.

The other thing Mora noticed was that the bra she had on was very sheer and white so her brown skin and nipples showed through very well. It was light weight material, not meant to hold much, just pass for a bra being worn at work. Janie’s nipples were very distended and her breasts seemed to be very firm.

She asked if Mora could turn sideways in the bed and move over to the edge which she did with no trouble. They put some pillows behind her so she could see what was going on. Janie washed her hand and hook and got a box out of a drawer and opened it and set up what she needed. She pulled a chair over to the bed and sat and pulled some gloves out of the box and put one on her hand. Mora knew she had a direct view of her pussy. With no leg on the right side she had full access. She cut the connection that allowed water to drain out of the inflated bulb in her bladder. When it was done Janie gently pulled it out of Mora’s bladder. She said she just barley felt it.

Janie then used her hand to spread Mora’s lips and picked up a wet sponge with her hooks and was able to find a position to lock her arm in and by using her torso rocked the arm around so it moved the sponge and cleaned the area around her urethra. Janie then changed the glove for a sterile one and picked up the catheter, dipped it in some lubricant and used her hook to spread her vaginal lips again and inserted the catheter. She pushed it up until urine started to flow.

She then paused as if trying to figure out how to do the last step. Finally she moved her left shoulder back which closed the hook letting her lips close and moved it down the length of the catheter. She moved her left shoulder forward again to open the hooks and took hold of the catheter by moving her shoulder back to hold it in place. She let loose of it with her hand and picked up a syringe of water. She got it connected to the inlet to the bulb and injected the water inflating the bulb so the catheter would not slide out of Mora’s body. She hooked the catheter to the tubing to the bag, gave a slight tug to be sure it was staying in place and looked very happy with the job she had done.

Mora told her what a great job she had done. She could not see everything that was going on at her pelvic area but she could sure see how Janie moved her body to make the arm work. Mora was sure she was very wet. She asked if Janie would take her hook and rub her clit to see if she was able to feel anything yet. Janie did and Mora said she could feel it! Janie pushed a little harder and brought a low growl from Mora who said that felt great. Janie took a dry sponge and wiped the wetness of her pussy and grinned at Mora. Mora asked if Janie was wet and she said yes her thong was soaked.

Mora moved herself back up in bed and was surprised at how easy she could move with no legs. Mora looked Janie in the eye and asked if she would mind giving her a sponge bath, as she was very “tired”. Janie said she would be her happy to. She knew Mora wanted her to feel free to touch her during the bath. Mora also suggested Janie leave her top off so she would not get it wet. Janie said that was an excellent idea.

She got some warm water in a basin and a wash cloth, soap and towel. She started with Mora’s face and worked her way down. She washed her shoulders and looking at Mora for approval, which she got with a slight nod, started washing her breasts. She must have thought they needed a good cleaning as she spent extra time there. Mora asked her to use her hooks on her nipples. Janie moved her left shoulder forward opening her hooks and then moved her shoulder back slowly, gently closing the hook on one nipple and then pulled some.

Janie noticed that Mora had her eyes closed and her nipples had gotten very hard. Mora’s hand reached up and she used her knuckles to rub against Janie’s nipples. Janie finished the bath and suggested that she put some lotion on also. She warmed the lotion in her hand and applied it to Mora’s breasts rubbing it in good. Mora gently came while looking into Janie’s eyes as she was massaging the lotion in. Janie got her hook involved also.

When Janie was done she wiped the slit down by Mora’s stump and Mora said I owe you one. Janie said she was looking forward to it. The bed was changed and Mora put on a short night gown. They agreed to leave the med flow into her spine where it was and Mora took a nap.

Cara came in at noon bringing a lunch tray for Mora. The bed was cranked up and while Mora ate the nurses did report. Janie did not leave a lot out of what had gone on that shift. Cara was proud of Janie changing the catheter and said so. Janie came over and rested her hook on Mora’s arm and said so long for now and she would see her tonight. Mora put her hand over the hook and said thanks for a great day.

Cara was dressed in scrubs today also and came over and talked with Mora finding out how she was feeling and how was she doing with the current med level in her spine. Mora said fine and asked if it could be turned down even more. Cara looked at the chart and said yes and reduced it. Cara said that since she was eating and taking liquids good as soon as the current IV bag was empty it would not be replaced. The IV needle would be left in with a hep-lock on it just in case.

Cara then said that she wanted to have Mora sit up on the side of the bed before the block med got any lighter. Mora moved over to the edge using the overhead trapeze bar, turned and slowly sat up with Cara holding tightly on to her. She also told Mora to keep one hand on the bar. She got a little light headed at first but it soon went away. Cara let her back down after 5 minutes and said that later in the afternoon she would get up and sit in a chair for a while. Mora was really happy with the rapid progress.

Cara told her she liked the night gown that Mora had on. It covered her but showed her beautiful figure off very well. Mora said thank you and she had a favor to ask. Later tonight when things quieted down would Cara let her see her prosthetic legs? Cars said absolutely, she loved to show them and her stumps also if she wanted. Mora said she was looking forward to it. Cara told her to rest for a while and then it would be dressing change time again.

Mora rested and Janie did her paperwork. The IV bag was empty so she drew some blood and told Mora she was going to take it to the lab and get the dressings that were needed. Mora said fine and she was going to take a power nap.

Cara got back about 20 minutes later and Mora woke up as she came back in the room. She said she felt refreshed and Cara said they might as well get the dressings changed. She asked Mora if she was going to watch again and she said you bet, every time. She wanted to see her stumps all she could. Cara put a plastic drape under her and removed the dressing on her hip. It was dry with nothing on the dressing. Mora asked if she would leave it off for now, do the other one and take pictures of both of them. Cara said sure and removed the elastic bandage and dressings. There was just a little drainage and she got all the stuff out of the way. Mora told her where the camera was and she got it and took several pictures for her.

Mora told her that she could feel a lot of what she was doing now. Cara asked if it hurt and she said not much but maybe she might take a couple of Tylenol if that was ok. Cara said she would get her some just as soon as she was done. Cara redid both areas but did not put as much bulk as there was no bleeding. She used the elastic bandage to wrap the left stump.

Cara asked what she thought and Mora said she was excited about what she saw and was looking forward to things being healed. She asked Carla if she would shave her tomorrow when she came in and she said she would. She added she was looking forward to it as she put her hand on Mora’s arm. Mora knew that both nurses were interested in her but did not know yet if they were just into women or if it was because she was an amputee and they were all devotees.

Cara said it was about time for dinner and did Mora what to get up now and eat while she was up or wait till after dinner to get up. Mora thought and said she would wait. She asked Cara how long ago she had her legs removed. She answered it was 3 years ago. Did she have a boyfriend? No not right now, they split about 3 months ago. So that answered Mora’s question, that Cara was bisexual. Mora understood that as she was also.

Dinner came and Mora ate. She had asked if Cara went to dinner or brought her food in. Cara said she had brought something today and Mora asked her to eat with her if she would like. Mora asked her how long she had wanted to be an amputee before she got it done. Cara said since she had been a teen. When she first started working at the hospital she enjoyed working with the patients.

They were done with dinner and after Cara removed the tray. She said it was time for Mora to get up into a chair. She slid a leather one over to the bed, placed a sheet on it and asked Mora if she could make the transfer by herself or needed help. Mora said she was going to try alone and see what happened. The bed was at the same level as the chair seat so Mora used the trapeze bar to get over to the side of the bed and with one hand holding the bar and one on the chair arm moved herself to the chair. She had not realized it but the medicine had worn off enough that she had control of her stump and she lifted it out of the way. She had spent a lot of time in the gym over the past year and had great upper body strength. She again was amazed at how light she was with her legs gone.

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KRISTINA MELHART’S STORY

Jenny and I became almost like mascots for the Volleyball team. We went to all of their games, home and away, and always sat near the front. Over time, some of the other girls on the team found out, or guessed, that Jenny and I had something going with Karen, Jill, Nicole, and Emily—something a little more than friendship. They started dropping hints that if we had any wild parties they wanted in on it. So Karen let the word out that if the team won the state championships we’d have a big victory party at her cabin up in Payson. It was kind of understood among the girls what kind of party it was going to turn out to be—but we made them swear to secrecy.

The touchy part of it was, we couldn’t very well have a victory party without inviting coach Barnes. At first we were afraid we might not be able to be free to get wild and sexy with coach there to supervise, but Karen and I came up with a plan to get around that.

Came the final week of the season, and everyone was thrilled (in more ways than one) when we made the state finals.

The final game was on Saturday morning. It was us against Cactus, the defending state champions. It was a close, tough game. Cactus had been rated a much better team than us all year and they had great players—all with college scholarships for next year. But we had coach Barnes and our love (and lust) for her.

It was a very hard fought game. The lead changed hands several times.

With us holding a one-point lead, Emily served game point. The Cactus girls set to their top spiker and she rifled a shot to the corner of our court—a line-drive so low and fast it was almost impossible to see, much less stop.

Nicole made a dive for it, and scraping her knees on the floor she stretched her hand out and just before the ball hit the floor, she grunted and swatted it back up into the air with all her strength. The ball sailed up high in the air, but unfortunately not towards the field of play—it floated over towards the stands, towards Jenny and myself.

Gail, a tall fiery red-head, immediately saw where the ball was headed and sprinted towards the stands.

The ball started to come down just behind Jenny and myself

Gail lunged for it.

Gail reached her left hand out and in a motion similar to a hook shot in basketball, she swatted the ball back up in the air, and towards the net, to keep it in play. But, as she lunged for the ball, she fell—right into Jenny and I.

Of course Jenny and I grabbed her to catch her and help her steady herself—but oh, how tempting it was to do more. This great big, beautiful, tall athletic girl right in our laps and arms—her girl sweat on our arms and faces. But she had to get herself back into the game—and there were hundreds of people watching—so I contended myself with a quick cope of her breasts, and Jenny a quick cope of her ass.

But, as it turned out, there was no need for Gail to get back on the court. The ball she saved and swatted back towards the net sailed on a very high arc—seemingly out of reach of any of our players. The Cactus girls were all salivating—because they knew we couldn’t reach the ball and its trajectory would give them a perfect set up to spike it down our throats.

Then, at the last second before the ball passed over the plane of the net, there was a yellow blur of motion from our side of the court. Bethany, a tall blonde with a full head of straight hair, let out an animal yell and leaped high into the air. She leaped so unbelievably high into the air it will always be known in Arizona sports annals as “the leap.” Her tall body sailed high above the net, her blonde hair streaming behind her like a magic carpet of sunlight. Her right arm swung in an arc that seemed to carry her even higher. At just the last split second before the ball crossed over the plane of the net, her right hand swatted the ball with a loud “smack!”

She hit the ball with such force it slammed into one of the Cactus girls knocking her on her butt, then bounced into the stands on the other side of the stadium. Game over!

The arena erupted into cheers. Our players hugged each other then swarmed coach Barnes. Jenny and I rushed up to them, and joined the mass hug in.

Somehow we made our way into the locker room through all the mayhem. All the girls were high-fiving and yelping with joy as they took their shorts and sports bras off. Jenny and I stood around and drooled at all those beautiful girl bodies—all those long sleek legs and firm butts—and to think they were all coming to party with us today. Of course we’d both made love to Emily, Jill, Nicole, and Karen, but then there was Gail, Bethany, Sandy, Julie, and Sue—all of whom we were dying to get to know up close and personal.

The fiery Gail was about Karen’s height, with medium length red hair. Her red bush looked like it was on fire—and I could hardly wait to bury my face in there and see if her pussy was as hot as the rest of her looked. Stately Bethany aydın escort was the tallest girl on the team, edging out Jill by an inch—with legs that went on forever, and just enough tan to make her blonde hair seem even blonder.

Sandy was another redhead, about my height, her nipples and aureoles were as red as her bush and stood out starkly on her very white skin. Julie, was a tall brunette almost as tall as Bethany, but more slender. She had these skinny tits that stuck straight out and were capped by the puffiest aureoles I’ve ever seen. And when she walked to the showers it looked like a couple of honest to goodness cocks bouncing on her chest. Really erotic looking.

Sue was a blonde, just a tad taller than I was. Really athletic, tanned legs and for her size, she had the biggest and best ass on the team. Her tits were fairly flat, but she had nice nipples.

Some of the girls started snapping their towels on each other’s butts as they came out of the showers. There was lots of giggling and horsing around. Some of the girls started ass slapping their teammates without bothering with the towels.

I was really getting wet watching all those beautiful naked bodies come dripping wet out of the shower, and their horsing around was really getting to me. I wanted to dive right into the showers with them—with all my clothes on.

Suddenly the entire locker room went deathly quiet. All eyes turned to the front door.

Coach Lindsey Barnes had just entered. She was still dressed in her business suit–skirt almost to her knees, with low heels and hose.

And every pussy in the locker room suddenly got wetter—including mine. I could smell the level of arousal escalate from all the girls—just from the mere presence of the Goddess coach. The fact that she was so formally dressed amidst all these naked girls only added to the eroticness of the scene.

“Ladies,” Coach Barnes began, “I want to congratulate all of you for a fantastic game, and thank you all for a great season. I love each and every one of you and it has been an absolute joy working with you kids this year. We’ve been through a lot together, and we came up smelling roses. You kids really kicked some serious tail.”

All the girls cheered, whistled, and clapped.

“That’s what I call gurlpower, and you kids really have it. Let’s hear it for gurlpower.”

“Gurlpower! Gurlpower! Gurlpower!” They all cheered.

I was thinking more along the lines of “cunt” power, but gurlpower will do.

“I’m so sorry to say,” Coach Barnes went on, “that this was our last game together. All of you are graduating this year, and I’m so very proud of all of you. But, I think you deserve a party for all of your fantastic efforts on the team’s behalf this year. Karen Styles,” coach smiled at Karen, “has graciously invited us all out to her cabin in the mountains for a party tonight. So, let’s take a half an hour to shower and change and we’ll all caravan out there. Let’s party!”

“Party! Party! Party!” All the girls chanted.

After everybody, including Jenny and I, had showered and changed we all headed towards the cars and for what we hoped would be a weekend of fantasies fulfilled. We were all certainly dressed for it. On top I had on a combination sports bra and halter top showing as much cleavage as I could legally get away with. On the bottom I had on a pair of grey gym shorts several sizes too small—and no panties. My shorts were so tight and short they didn’t do much to hide my ass and crotch—only called attention to them. Even my cunt stood out in relief. I felt so sexy walking out to the cars with my tits bouncing—each step sending sensuous ripples up the flesh of my boobs sticking out above the cleavage line. But it was what my super-tight shorts did to my cunt that really got my blood to racing. With each step I took, the tight shorts rubbed against my pussy lips and my clit—ummmmmm, so sexy.

All the other girls were wearing skimpy T-shirts with no bras and either shorts like mine, or micro minis on the bottom. Then there was coach Barnes. She went in style as usual. A red button-down-the-front blouse with a few of the top buttons undone to show a little cleavage. On the bottom she wore a matching red latex mini, shorter than anything I’ve ever seen her wear before. Low heels and hose completed her outfit. Her skirt was so short, and her legs so long, that several inches of her garter straps showed between her hemline and the tops of her nylons. It was the most incredibly sexy sight I’ve ever seen.

As I walked behind her, watching her magnificent big ass twitch and jiggle under that too-skimpy, too-tight latex skirt—that glorious big ass that was about chest high to me and only an arm’s length in front of me– it was all I could do to keep from reaching out and groping it, or burying my face in it. I couldn’t help think how nice it would be to rip off my top and rub my titties on her ass.

As it was, I had to settle for just enjoying nazillibelediyespor.org the way my too-tight shorts were rubbing me as I walked and drooled behind Goddess coach. Needless to say, that by the time we had reached the cars my pussy was already getting wet.

I ended up riding shotgun with her, with Julie of the pointed tits, and round-assed Sue sitting in the back seat. I could hardly contain myself watching coach Barnes climb in behind the wheel with her sexy skirt creeping even further up her legs and ass.

Then we roared out of the school parking lot—five car loads of horny girls. Driving down the highway we all kept up a steady stream of conversation for which I was much grateful because it gave me a good excuse to keep my eyes glued to Goddess coach. Although every now and then I’d glance back to take a look at Sue and Julie—especially Julie’s pointed tits sticking out through her T-shirt.

I especially enjoyed watching Goddess coach’s legs as she operated the gas and break pedals. Every little movement of hers was sheer ecstasy for me.

Looking at coach Barnes like I was, and how she was dressed, I began to wonder if she had any inclination at all of what kind of “victory” party we really had planned for her.

Every now and then, the Goddess would also turn around to glance at the girls in the back during our conversation. And, when she did, her legs would shift just enough to give me a nice glimpse of her panties.

And I kept getting wetter and wetter and wetter.

Glancing down at my crotch, I noticed the damp spot was clearly visible through my skimpy shorts. God, a few months ago I would have been terribly embarrassed. Now, looking at my own wetness only made me all the hornier. I even shifted my position and opened my legs a bit to make the wet spot even more visible

At the next stop light Coach Barnes paused to check me out. First her eyes devoured my tits, then they focused on my crotch—and my tell-tale wetness, growing rapidly under her gaze. As the light turned green she looked me briefly in the eyes, flashed a smile, then tore off down the highway.

And I was left shaking with desire.

When we arrived at the cabin, Jenny immediately put some porn on the DVD/TV. Jenny had spent much of the previous weekend taking excerpts from or favorite porn flicks and recording them on blank DVDs. She’s very good at that sort of thing. She plans to study electronic media in College. She eliminated all the pierced nipples, and other mutilated body parts, tattoos, guys, and other gross-out scenes. She included only the most beautiful, un-modified girls, kissing and fondling each other. There was nothing there that any one could take offense at. Even straight people would have to admit it was beautiful to look at.

In the meantime, Karen cranked up the stereo. Some of the girls began dancing to the music, while others sat in the living room to watch the soft-core porn. I was pleased to note that coach Barnes was one of those watching the porn—and she didn’t seem to disapprove. In fact the look on her face told me that she was actually liking it. That was a good sign, and it made my pussy dribble all the more.

With every body entertained, Jill and I began doing the burgers on the outside grill while Karen, Nicole, and Emily got the rest of the food ready.

After dinner, everybody went back to watching the porn or dancing.

I had just stepped out of the bathroom when Gail, the tall redhead grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into Karen’s folk’s bedroom.

“I just wanted to apologize for falling all over you guys in the stands today when I went for that ball.” She was still holding on to my arm, keeping me close to her.

I looked up into her bright green eyes looking down into mine as she towered over me. I reached out to clasp her other arm like she was clasping me. “Hey, that was my pleasure.” I smiled at her. “It was all for a worthy cause. I just hope you weren’t offended by where I grabbed you when you fell.”

She grinned back down at me. “Offended?” She laughed. “Hell, the way my hormones were running, and playing for Coach Barnes and all that, it only turned me on all the more the way you and little Jenny groped me.”

“It turned us on too, believe me. You’re a very beautiful girl, with a very beautiful body.” My eyes traveled up and down her body, then returned to look her straight in the eyes again.

“Thank you, that’s so sweet of you. You’re really cute too. I really love that sexy halter top you’re wearing. It’s almost like a bra.” She let go of my arm to fondle my cups with both hands.

“Actually, it’s kind a combination sports bra/halter top. You don’t think it shows too much cleavage do you?” I fondled her tits like she was doing me.

“Never such a thing as too much cleavage.” She bent down and buried her face in my bosom. As she fondled my boobs, squeezing them together, her tongue went slithering down the crack between my tits sending chills all through me.

I tugged on her erect nipples, pulling them this way and that until she moaned.

She grabbed my face and mashed hers to mine. My hand went around her body to fondle her ass as she Frenched me.

“You understand what we have planned for coach Barnes?” I said when we paused for air.

“What do you think I’m here for?”

“What about the other girls? Are they all going to be cool about this?”

“Why don’t you wait here, and I’ll send them in so you can interview them and see for yourself.”

Gail left the room, and a moment later Bethany, the tall blonde came in.

“Oh, Bethany,” I said. “I wanted to congratulate you on that tremendous leap at the end of the game. That was totally awesome.”

“This party was the reason. I’d do anything for a chance to help seduce coach Barnes.”

“Then you know what this party is all about?” I said.

Just then Gail came back into the room leading Sandy, Julie, and Sue.

“Chris doubts we’re women enough, or horny enough, to seduce coach Barnes,” Gail teased.

“Oh, she does, does she,” Bethany said, stepping behind me. She put her arms around me, grabbing my tits and pressing her crotch into my back. Her big tits rested on the top of my head.

Gail, Julie, Sandy, and Sue then came up and moving Bethany’s hands out of the way all four began kissing and licking my boobs, both the exposed parts and the parts held by my top. All five pairs of hands ran all up and down my body. While they kissed and licked my tits.

Julie kissed me on the mouth, then sent her tongue deep inside of me. Someone started fingering my cunt, pushing my already tight shorts into my slit.

Julie withdrew her tongue from my mouth and stood up to her full height with her elongated cock-like tits bobbing only inches from my mouth. Then she started rubbing them on my face. I really didn’t need any urging. I’d been fantasizing all day about her cock-like protrusions—and now here they were bobbing right in front of my mouth. She guided my mouth to her left tit first. I kissed her puffy nipple through her T-shirt, tongued it, then sucked her whole tit into my mouth—all four inches of it.

I moved my head back and forth on it just as if I were sucking cock. She moaned as she continued to guide my head, moving it back and forth, so her tit went in and out in and out of my mouth. Then she fed me her other tit.

“Oh, so there you are!” Karen said, entering the room. “I’ve been looking all over for you Kris.”

“I just wanted to make sure everyone was on the same wave length today about coach Barnes,” I said, pulling Julie’s tit out of my mouth.

“So, what do you think, is everyone ready?”

“Are we ever!” Bethany said.

“Yeah,” I said. “They’ve just convinced me. Let’s go get her.”

“Okay, guys,” Karen said. “But take it easy, okay. Let’s play the game nice and slow at first. We don’t want to get her pissed off at us.”

In the meantime, Jenny had turned off the stereo and everyone else had congregated in the living room. When we entered all eyes were on us. Coach Barnes looked at my lipstick marks all over Julie’s T-shirt where her tits stuck out. Then she looked at me with lipstick marks all over my tits and my soaked gym shorts stuffed into my slit. Coach blushed bright red, like no one had ever seen before. The first chink in the Goddess’s armor. But then she looked me in the eye, and with her face still red, gave me a little smile. I suddenly felt weak all over—as my pussy gushed in lust for her.

Jenny brought a straight back chair in from the kitchen and sat it in the middle of the room.

Karen let out a loud whistle. “Okay, everybody, listen up. Most teams, after a big victory pour a bucket of Gatorade on their coach. But since coach Barnes is too tall for us to do that, we decided to do something a little different to celebrate—not that we wouldn’t want to see her blouse all wet.”

We all cheered and laughed. Coach Barnes hid her face in her hands, pretending to be embarrassed—but she was laughing too.

“What we’re going to do,” Karen went on, “is play a little game called guess-who-the kisser is.”

Karen looked at coach Barnes, then indicated the straight-back kitchen chair next to her. “So, coach, if you will be so kind as to take the seat of honor.”

The room fell suddenly quiet as the Goddess got up from the couch and strode to the center of the room where Karen was. Every one of us just drooled watching her ass swish back and forth inside that skimpy bright red latex mini. Then when she sat down on that kitchen chair it hiked her skirt up even higher. She was so tall, that with her butt on the chair, and her feet on the floor, her knees where several inches higher that her butt—and that gave us a tremendous view up between her thighs. She sat there first with her legs pointed right at me—but parted by a couple of inches.

And my pussy gurgled and steamed.

Then she slowly crossed her legs, smiling at each one of us in turn as Karen resumed her speech.

“Coach has been very gracious in agreeing to subject herself to the little game we have planned, so let’s all give her a big hand.”

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The Tuesday morning came with a bolt of lightening and thunder. I sat strait up in bed and looked out the window. It was just starting to rain and I was to go over to Peg Swenson’s house to work on her lawn. Well that was going to be a thing of the past, I thought I would be able to lounge around the house all day and rest up from the over active weekend my body and cock had be subjected too.

I was just coming down the stairs as the phone started ringing. Sherry answered it and handed it to me. It was Peg reminding me to be early this morning. I told her that I could not mow the lawn or work outside in the rain. Peg said that I could still help her with the chores around the inside of the house. I said I would be over in about an hour if that was ok with her. Sherry smiled at me and licked her lips and asked if I needed a ride, as my car still was not out of the transmission shop.

I told her yes that would be nice, but was it out of her way as she was headed to aunt Judies again. She said that with what I was going to have to do today, I needed to save all my energy.

When I arrived at Miss Swenson’s house she was looking out the front window waiting for me. I could see that she had on a pair of shorts with a baggy top, which hid her enormous bosom that I had seen when she attended church on Sunday’s, as she waved to me to come to the side door. Sherry leaned over and gave me a kiss on the check and said to have fun. She would stop back around 5:00 PM to pick me up.

I got out of the car and ran into Pegs house through the pouring rain.

Peg was holding the door open for me and reached her arm out to stop me from sliding on the hard wood floor with my wet feet. I still slid to a stop with her holding me around the waist and laughing all the time.

I started to take my shoes off so I would not get the floor all wet as they were squishing. I walked into the kitchen and saw a black young lady there. Peg introduced her as her maid Nancy. Peg told me that Nancy’s mother and dad had been her parent’s servants in Norway and when Peg came to the stated she brought Nancy with her as they were both the same age (43 years young) and had grown up together. Peg asked me to take off my shirt was also wet.

Nancy handed me a towel to dry my hair and face with. She took another towel and dried my back for me. I told her thank you very much. She asked me if I wanted her to get me a dry shirt to put on till mine dried. Peg thought that was a very nice thing and answered YES for me.

As I was waiting for the shirt, Peg suggested that we go into the study to decide out what I / we were going to do today. I followed her noticed that her ass was very tight and swayed provocatively as she walked. She motioned to a chair as we entered the room, for me to sit in. As she sat down, across the room from me, she crossed her leg s and I could see a dark bush where there should be panties. I squinted a little to get a better look and she noticed and spread her knees to oblige me.

Nancy came into the study with a shirt that she said had been around for a while in the back closest. She hoped it would fit me. I stood up and put it on and thanked her again. As she turned to leave I noticed that she had a fairly large set of knockers on her. They were a little bit saggy but not “saddle bag” saggy. I wondered what a set of brown boobies and nipples looked like. I hoped I would get a chance someday to find out. With that thought going through a young studs head, my cock stirred a little and I think Peg notice that and smiled.

Peg said that she was hoping that I could get a couple of the windows unstuck. She said that ever since she had the trim on the house painted she could not get four or five of the windows to open. I told her that I thought I could do that without damaging the fresh paint.

She called out to Nancy to show me the windows that were stuck and also take me down the basement and show me were the workroom was that her late dad keep his tools.

Nancy came into the room and asked me to follow her to the basement so I could get the tools I needed. When she got to the bottom of the stairs she reached up to pull the string on the ceiling light and as she had stopped and I keep walking in the dark, I bumped into her and felt those large boobies rub into my chest. I told her I was sorry and she said to think nothing of it.

With the light on I could see that her nipples were hard and sticking out through her blouse. alanya escort She showed me where the workbench and tools were located. I got a putty knife and rubber hammer and a few other things I thought I would need. We went back upstairs to the second floor and the first room that she wanted me try to open the windows was the spare bedroom.

Nancy told me that both the windows in this room were stuck closed. As I walked into the room, I again brushed against her breasts. She had seemed to push them out just as I walked by so I would rub into them. I was hoping that I was correct in that assumption and she wanted to show them off.

I went to work on the first window as she stood there watching me to see what had to be done to get the windows open. As I was working on the window I was explaining to her what I was doing and why. It took me about five minutes to break the paint layer open so I could pry the window up. Once I had it open I took a scraper and removed the excess paint from the frame. I turned to ask her if she had a bar of soap that I could “grease” the window frame with. She went out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. She returned in a minute with a bar and a towel. I took the bar from her and as I was sliding it up and down the frame she walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist and her hands dropped to my crotch. I turned my head a little and saw her smiling. I also noticed that she had unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse when I had my back turned. She pushed her breasts into my back as she squeezed my cock. She turned me around and pulled me and my now harding cock into her crotch. She moved her hips around as to arrange my cock against her lower belly. I took the hint and pulled her tight to me and kissed her lightly.

She pulled loose a little and lowered her hand between us and rubbed up and down my rock hard shaft. She looked at me and smiled with her tongue licking her lips. I backed her up so she fell onto the bed. I released my belt and Nancy tugged at my pants and pulled them free of my hard rod. She looked at my purple-headed cock and sitting up placed he mouth around its head. I was standing there with my pants around my ankles and her mouth on my cock when Peg walked into the room. She took one look at us and walked over to the bed and sat down next to Nancy. She whispered something into Nancy’s ear as she took her hands and cupped my balls and lifted them ever so gently. Peg looked at me and licked her lips and placed them on my balls. She sucked one of them and my testicle popped into her mouth. She moved it around with her tongue and them pushed it back out with a pop

As I had been gasping in sheer enjoyment, I had not noticed that Peg had taken off that baggy top and I saw her sitting there with this very thin see thru material black lace bra. Peg’s breasts were firm and uplifted in that lacy “over the shoulder boulder holder” as she called it she had on. She suggested that I take my pants and off before I tripped over them. She guided the three of us to her bedroom where she had a larger bed that we could continue this encounter. I stripped to my pants, boxer shorts and tossed my clothes on the floor.

Peg took my arm and I gave Nancy a lift up off the guest bed and we walked out the door and down the hall. My cock was swinging to and fro and Nancy reached out and grasped it firmly to keep it from getting “whip lash.”

They both pushed me down on the bed so my cock was standing straight in the air. Nancy jumped on top of me and started to slide up and down on the “pole.” Her panties were so wet that I could feel he juices wetting my cock. Peg grabbed Nancy’s panties and tour them off her. When she did that Nancy’s pussy lips were right against my cock. Peg gently reached between us and spread Nancy cunt lips so my cock would rub her clit. I had not rubbed it twice when Nancy rose up a little and sat down on my cock. Peg took her fingers and played with Nancy’s clit as she rode me. She took about five strokes before she had all of me buried in her vagina. She leaned back little as she rode me to get more friction. Peg stopped playing with Nancy and took her bra off and got on the bed just above my head. She positioned her self with her pussy lips directly above my mouth. I put my tongue out just as her lips lower to my lips. She squealed and swiveled her hips as to have my tongue cover her entire cunt. She slid a little bit back and my tongue hit her clit. She took my hands and raised them up to get hold of one of each of the gal’s breasts. I was licking, foundling and fucking all at the same time.

Nancy leaned back further and put her hands on my knees for support and just sat with my cock buried completely in her. I could feel her muscles working my cock to frenzy. She could feel my cock and balls tightening up and told me to unload all my cum deep inside her womb as she had just had her period and was safe of antalyajazzfestival.com not getting pregnant for a few days. I unleashed so much cum that it started running out all over the bed. Nancy reached down betweenn her legs and scooped some up and put it in Peg’s open mouth. Peg sucked on Nancy’s fingers and screamed as my tongue went deep into her love tunnel at the same moment, causing her to climax with such force she fell forward and buried my nose in her cunt.

We all lay there spent of a couple of minutes before Peg sat up and started playing with my cock. She stroked it up and down, all the time saying she needed it inside her. My cock got stiff very quickly with her stimulation and as she swung her hips around to mount my cock Nancy reached under her and guide my cock into he sloppy wet cunt. Peg rode me like I had never been rode before, Three times when I felt like I was going to explode inside her eager cunt, Nancy would release my balls and placed her hands around my cock and squeezed me so tightly I could not cum. On the fourth time she let me cum and I had so much built up that it caused Peg to scream with pleasure at the feeling of my seed going deep into her. When she felt me explode her nipples got rock hard and she tighten up on my love tool and climaxed along with me. The combined flow of both of our love juices came flowing out of her and down my balls. Nancy put her mouth on my balls and sucked it up as much as possible.

I had never had two ladies be able to take all of my cock completely into their pussies before. I lay between them for what seem like I had gone to heaven. Peg got up on one arm and her breast and nipple were just with in reach of my tongue. I flicked my tongue out and touched her nipple. She lowered herself down a little so I could suckle on her nipple. I bet the end was as large as a felt tip marker. It had to be an inch long and hard as a rock. She moaned and said that I could do that all day long. I continued sucking and with my free hand cupped her other breast and pinched its nipple gently. She reached down and raised my limp cock in her hand and that is when I felt a warm cloth encase it. Nancy had gone and gotten a basin of warm water and wash clothes to clear up there up. Peg held my cock gently as it got washed from top to balls. Nancy then started to wash Peg’s cunt and legs, as they were cum covered. When she got done with us the two of us attached her and washed her clean. Peg worked on the pussy area and was licking it clean instead of washing it. I leaned over and pushed he head out of the way and took a lick or two myself. Peg put her hands on my ears and lifted my head up and kissed me and told me that she had had the most enjoyable sex today that she had ever had. Nancy stood up and put her arms around us both and agreed with Peg as to the pleasant sex. I told them about them being the first to ever take all of my manhood and they both grabbed it in it’s flaccid state and kissed it head.

By then it was well after lunchtime and all three of us were hunger. Nancy suggested that we go get a snack and as we were alone in the house we need not dress. I said that was a great idea, as I wanted to enjoy the two ladies naked and few of restraints.

Peg liked that idea and agreed quickly with one suggestion.

I sat on a stool in the kitchen as they fixed a sandwich and tea for us. The gals were over at the counter making the sandwiches and as they worked next to each other I caught them feeling each other freely. I wondered if they were trying to get me “worked-up:” again or what was going on. I was feeling playful and went over to them and reached between them and took a little bit of the cream cheese; they were using on the sandwiches, and with my finger put it on Nancy’s nipple. I then started to lick it off. Her nipple instantly got hard and even though they were not as large as Peg’s, they were a treat to lick and suck. She leaned back onto the counter and pushed her breasts out for me to attach. Peg just stood back and enjoyed the two our us playing. Peg’s hand went to her own nipples and was pinching and pulling them as I suck on Nancy’s.

After lunch I went back upstairs and finished freeing up the rest of the windows. When I walked into Peg’s bedroom to work on its windows I noticed a rather large flesh colored item sticking out from under the pillow. We must have disturbed it in our lovemaking. I pulled it out and found it to be a large (must have been 9″ long) soft covered dildo. I was looking it over when Nancy walked into the room and looking at me, smiled and said, “I see you found Miss Peg’s new toy.” It must have been as large as my cock when it is SOFT but not nearly as big around. Nancy then told me that they had acquired that after hearing of my enormous endowment from Dr. Johnson. They had used it almost daily since getting it delivered to stretch themselves out so that my penis would / could fit their love tunnels. (They had bought a dildo that matched my soft state not my large state of erection by mistake)

She opened a draw and there must have been fifteen different size, shapes, and colored dildo. Nancy pulled out one that was about twenty inches long and had two ends / heads to it. She said that this was the one that her and Peg enjoyed the most.

I could just see them fucking each other with it. I was standing looking in the drawer and Nancy was showing me that some of them even had littler motors in them at caused them to vibrate when they used them. Peg walked in on us and asked if I would like to see how one of the vibrating one felt running up and down my cock. I though that would feel great. She started to rub the dildo up and down my shaft.

Peg them asked Nancy to get the box she had just bought out of the bottom dresser draw and give it to her. When she opened it up to take its contents out, she laughed and said that I was going to enjoy this. I looked at her and at it and saw a cylinder that had a soft lining in it. Peg took it and after putting a little Vaseline on my cock, slid it over it so it just touched my ball sack. She flicked a switch and it started to pulsate up and down my cock. They them got on each side of me and holding the toy cunt on my cock they started licking MY nipples and tickling my balls. I could not control my self and started to shot cum out the hole in the top end of the toy. Nancy reached up and cupped her hand over the top and caught some of the cum and smeared it over Pegs breasts. She took the rest and smeared it on her breasts. They pulled the toy off my now spent cock. They both them started to rub their titties all over my body and smearing my cum all over me. At this point they looked at each other the laughed. Nancy then started to lick me and Peg entered into the fun while she rubbed her titties over Peg’s arm.

Without even being handled, my cock grow to what I feel was it greatest length.

Peg looked at it and gasped. She reached in a draw and took out a 35 mm camera (no digitals back then) and took a couple of pictures of my cock from all angles. Nancy suggested that Peg get a picture of her holding a yard stick along side my cock, as a ruler was only twelve inches long and that was way to short.

She got some with Nancy holding it and licking it. She then gave the camera to Nancy and she got into the pictures.

I took the camera away from them and took about twenty pictures of them playing with each other breasts & pussies. One even had them sliding together on that double ended dildo. I was getting so horny that I started to stroke my cock while I was watching the play. They both looked over at me at the same time and Nancy grabbed the camera and shot a picture just as the first stream of cum shot out of my purple headed cock.

Peg said that she would get the picture developed at their friends shop and have them and copies made for the next time I “CUM” over to work. She even said that next time they would have to get the super * movies camera out and shot some movies.

I looked at the clock and it was about four thirty and I said I had better get dress as my sister was coming to pick me up around five. Nancy again ran and got some warm clothes to clean me up so I would be presentable to go home. They stayed naked and cum covered as they were going to continue they’re “playing” after I left, from what I could tell.

About ten minute to five Sherry pulled up and honked the horn, to let me know she was there to pick my up. As I was walking out the door Peg said that I would have to come by next week to see the pictures and finish working on the problem windows. I turned and looked at her and winked. Nancy was looking out the living room window and waved good-by and let the curtain slip a little so I could see she was still naked.

Sherry saw Nancy’s show and looked at me as I got in the car and asked if all had gone well. I said it had and leaned against the doorpost of the car as she drove off. I fell asleep on the drive home. We were about half way home and I felt my sister’s hand on my cock.

I opened one eye and looked at her. She was stopped at a light and had reached over to pet him. She said that I must have had a “HARD” day and was exhausted for all the work Miss Swenson had had for me to do. She asked me who the black lady was. I told her it was a “friend of Pegs that had grown up with her and moved here when Peg did. I smiled and yes and went back to sleep for the last ten minutes of the drive home.

When we got home, mom had supper ready and as we eat she asked me how my day had gone. I told her that I had worked inside all day and would be needing to go back again to finish the project I had started.

I told her that I was going to take a shower and go to bed early, as it had been a “long hard” day.

After my shower I went and laid down and think I was a sleep before my head hit the pillow.

The next morning I woke up with someone cuddled up behind me, reaching over with their hand on my cock. I could feel that whomever it was had small boobies, so I assumed it was not my mother but my sister.

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These are a series of stories of part of my sexual life. As I am now in my early 50’s, I am assuming that I will not meet and seduce any more virgins. All stories are true and each person was of legal age when our sexual liaison’s occurred. Most men are not lucky enough to meet maybe even one “true” virgin, but for some reason I have met several.

I hope you do enjoy the stories and I welcome any feedback.

RichS52

Kathy M:

In 1972, I was stationed in San Antonio at Lackland AFB and was at the time a student in the Patrol Dog Class. We would work from Monday through Thursday, having Friday’s off. More often then not, my roommate and I would leave early on Friday mornings for the mess hall for breakfast, before heading to the Pearl Brewery in San Antonio, where we would take the tour, then drink free beer in their Jersey Lily Saloon. On one Friday morning, I met Kathy M. at the mess hall.

Kathy was 20, an Airman 2 and was built the way I preferred a woman to be built. She was about 5’0’ tall, light hair and blue eyes. She was a small built girl, with an infectious smile. She had kind of clumsily bumped into me with her tray and as I bent over to help her, I saw her beautiful face. We began to talk a little bit as we picked up her dishes off of the floor. I asked her name and we introduced ourselves. I asked her to join me and my roommate for breakfast. After she had gotten another tray full of food, she joined us at our table.

I learned that Kathy was from Missouri and had been stationed recently at Lackland in a transportation unit. She didn’t have a boyfriend as of yet, so I asked if she had any plans for that day. She didn’t, so I invited her to join us for the day. The three of us enjoyed a good hearty breakfast then left the chow hall for my car. We drove into San Antonio to buy gas at one of the Mexican stations for $ .18.9 per gallon. (Can you remember buying regular gas for 19 cents a gallon?) Anyway, as we drove along Kathy was telling us about where she was from, about her mom and dad and how she was from a farming community. She was an only child and had joined the Air Force so she could get better education and see the world.

When we arrived at the Pearl Brewery, I really paid attention to how Kathy was dressed when she got out of the car. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans that were not tight on her body. At first it was hard to even tell how her figure was because her clothes were so loose. It would be awhile before I would discover how nicely she was built. We took the tour of the brewery before winding up in the saloon. Since my roommate, Marty, and I had been on the tour many times before, it was rather boring, but Kathy was thrilled to see inside of a brewery for the first time. We got our first free draft beers and than sat down at a table to enjoy ourselves. During our beer drinking some of the other guys from our class showed up and when they left, Marty left with them.

Kathy and I had been sharing our life stories with each other when we realized we probably needed to leave before we got too drunk, so we left for the car. We drove over to Breckenridge Park to just walk around and talk. Kathy had a beautiful personality, and wanted to talk about anything. antalya escort We walked hand in hand finally winding up at the stables. We rented a couple of horses so we could ride through the park. As we rode side by side I first noticed her breasts jiggling under her t-shirt.

We rode deep into the woods, finding a stream, so we tied our horses to a tree and walked to the stream. I took off my shoes and socks, to wade in the stream, Kathy did the same. We waded, and splashed water on each other. We eventually began to wrestle around a little bit, winding up hugging one another. As I stared into her blue eyes, I saw a mysterious gleam in them. I gently kissed her for our first time and she pulled me tightly to her. As I wrapped my arms around her, I pulled her tightly to me. I knew she could feel my erect penis against her tummy, but she hugged even tighter. We moved out of the stream to a soft, grassy area and lay down beside each other.

We hugged, kissed for awhile, just enjoying the beauty of the moment between us. As we hugged, I had one leg between Kathy’s, rubbing my hardness against her crotch of her jeans. She moaned and pushed back. As I softly kissed and nibbled around her neck, I slid my hand under her t-shirt to softly caress her breasts. Kathy had small breasts, which I truly prefer on a woman. I caressed and moved my fingers across her nipples until they hardened. I pulled her shirt up, so that I could gaze upon the beauty of her breasts tipped with tiny, tight nipples. As my tongue began to swirl around her nipples, my hand moved down her tight, flat tummy towards her jeans. As my fingers moved under her waist band, she unbuttoned her jeans and lowered her zipper for me. My fingers then slid over her panty covered mound, I could feel the dampness in her crotch. I suckled her nipples, softly biting them, as I slid my hand under her panties.

Once I had reached her mound, I felt very soft hair, and moving my fingers to slowly slide up her crease. I could feel her wetness, as I moved my finger up and down her crease. I found her clitoris, which I softly rubbed with my fingertip. Her body was moving around and I could hear soft moans coming from her, When I slid my middle finger into her, she shoved her hips upwards, while emitting a loud moan. All of a sudden, she grabbed my hand, pulling it away from her opening. She sat upright rather suddenly, pulling her t-shirt down. I asked what was wrong, and she explained that she was still a virgin, and didn’t wish to lose it in an open field.

When we went to our horses, we discovered that hers had come untied. She giggled, saying that she had that same problem at home…losing her horses. We both rode back on mine, as she wrapped her arms around me. Now and then she would drop her hand to rub on my bulge in my jeans.

We drove back to the base and made plans to go out that evening. We went out to dinner and a movie at the drive-in. (Remember those?) All during the movie, we made out and did do some light petting. I took her to her dorm and we said goodbye.

The next Friday, I received a phone call from Kathy, telling me that some friends from her home was in town, was having a party at their motel and she was inviting me antalyadaspor.com to come along. We took her cousin, her cousin’s husband and two of their friends on a tour of the brewery and all enjoyed the free beer afterwards. We went back to the motel and everybody headed for the pool. Kathy didn’t have a swimsuit, so her sister told her to just go in wearing her panties and bra. But, Kathy had on a body suit. Well it did resemble a one piece suit, so she wore it in. I was wearing short cutoffs, so was no big deal.

They had an extra room just for Kathy, so we went there for her to undress. We hugged and kissed as I unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off her hips. As I kneeled to pull them off her feet, I inhaled her womanly scent. I leaned towards her placing a light kiss on her mound. She pulled me towards her and held me tight. We joined the others in the pool. As her suit was kinda sheer, when she surfaced in the pool, her breasts were clearly seen. They were so beautiful…..about 34a’s….very hard nipples. We swam, played in the pool for awhile. I would grab at her butt now and then, but she would playfully push me away. Once we came up for air, and hugged each other close…sharing a deep slow kiss.

We excused ourselves to return to her room for a break from the sun. As we dried each other off, we moved together to kiss. My penis was rock hard and pressing against her as we kissed. I moved us over to the bed and sat Kathy down on it. She mentioned our wet clothes, so right then and there, she began to remove her bodysuit. I stood up to drop my shorts and underwear. Kathy was undoubtedly a very beautiful girl. Her breasts were perfectly formed…with tiny bud like nipples. As she rolled her suit downwards, her pubic hair came into view….very light….very sparse. When she had her suit down to her thighs, I leaned over to help her. As I did, I gently blew air across her small mound. We hugged then, as I kissed and nuzzled in her pubic hair. We moved to lay down together on the bed, hugging one another closely. We moved…we caressed one another. Her kisses were so sweet and soft. Her skin so smooth. Her eyes so blue.

We began to kiss…..as I moved my leg between hers, moving slightly on top of her. Her tongue intertwined with mine as we kissed…our bodies moving against each other. My hands were softly caressing her breasts, her tummy, her tight little ass and her inner thighs. When I licked my way to her breasts, my hand was softly cupping her mound. A finger found her clitoris and began to rub it softly. I suckled and nibbled her breasts, bring each nipple to hardness. I began to kiss my way downwards, so that I could swirl my tongue in little circles……moving into her belly button. Kathy giggled then.

As I kissed and nibbled at her belly button, my hand was slowly sliding it’s fingers in and around her crease. I felt her wetness…..and her tightness as a finger inside of her. She pushed her hips towards me. I moved so I could kiss my way lower still, until my tongue was slipping and sliding around in her hair. As I placed her thighs across my shoulders, I gazed at the beauty before me. Kathy’s sweet little pussy was so smooth and small looking. All I could see was a small crease….no bulging, no lips exposed or hanging down….just smooth. I nibbled and placed little kisses on her inner thighs and at that place between her thighs and pelvic area, before sliding my tongue right up her crease.

Kathy moaned loudly and pulled my head closer. I licked and savored her juices, beginning to flow from her. I located her clitoris….and began to bite, lick and suck on it. Her thighs were trembling…her pussy opening itself up to me. She began to rotate her hips as I sucked her juices down my throat. Kathy was calling my name, urging me to suck her harder. I pushed a finger inside of her pussy, feeling her tightness, her wetness and her hymen hidden within. When I wrapped my lips around her clit, and began sucking very hard, she began to cum. As she came, I locked my lips on her hole so that I could swallow and savor her sweet taste. Kathy cum very hard and flooded my mouth with her juices.

I sucked, fingered and licked her while she worked her way through her orgasm. She was whimpering, crying and calling my name. As she began to settle down some, I began to kiss my way upwards. When my lips finally reached her mouth, she grabbed me and pulled me tight….her tongue going deep into my mouth. As I began to slide my tongue to her lips, I placed my penis against her opening. I looked into her beautiful blue eyes and she nodded her head. My penis head was barely against her opening…..so, as I slid my tongue slowly into her mouth, my penis began to move inside of her as well. A little in…..a little out…..gently…..until I felt her hymen touching the head of my penis. I looked at her and asked….”Are you sure? Are you ready?” She just said…..”Make me a woman”. As I plunged my tongue deep into her mouth, I pushed my penis in hard….tearing through her hymen…..deep into her pussy.

I remained still inside of Kathy, as she softly cried. I waited for her to adjust to the size of my penis, now buried deep inside of her. When I felt her hips move, I let her make the initial movements. Soon, we were making love…..slowly and gently. As we began to speed up our lovemaking….Kathy was expressing her love for me. We made love for about 15 to 20 minutes….building to a mutual orgasm…Kathy came for me, just as I began to fill her pussy with my cum. We were moaning….loving one another. As we shared a deep kiss, our juices began to mix together. We slowed down our movements so that I was still inside of her, we kissed slowly. As we separated, I looked down as my penis slipped out of her…..spreading our mixture of cum and blood on the sheets. We fell asleep side by side.

When we woke up sometime later, Kathy was slowly stroking my penis back to hardness. She crawled on top of me and lowered herself down on me. We made love for the rest of the night…..stopping only to go “p” or to drink something. The next morning, Kathy was a woman sexually satisfied……as was I.

Her cousin congratulated her on her loss of virginity and even cut out the bloody spot in the bedsheet., as a souvenir. We spent the rest of the weekend together, making love many times. Kathy and I dated for sometime, until she was transferred to another post. We had spoke of marriage several times….but, never did anything about it. We kept in touch by mail until I was assigned to Thailand. I never heard from Kathy again.

I sometimes wonder where she is now and what she’s doing.

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