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The young girl poked the old man and said, “Scoot over.”

“Sure.” He moved over in the booth and she slid in beside him. The old man looked puzzled when he said, “Who are you?’

“I’m Jo, your waitress and I need your order. You’ve seen me in here lots of times before, you old coot.”

He eyed this hard bodied, beautiful young girl when he said, “Yeah, I think so, but why are you sitting so close to me?

“You remind me of my grandpa and I like the way you smell. What’s your name and what do you want to order?”

“I’m Ed. Just bring me some coffee and a piece of apple pie. How old are you and why are you feeling my crotch like that?”

“I’m 22 and I wanted to see if you could get a hard on. Yep, it’s getting bigger. How old are you?”

“I’m 64 and I can get a hard on any time I want, and I just happen to want to get one on right now.”

“Good, it feels nice and big. Why don’t you come home with me and meet my Granny. She’ll give you a free piece of ass and maybe a blowjob. She’s slim and very good looking.”

“What about you? Do I get something from you for free too?”

“Maybe. Lets see how you do with my Granny first. I’ll bring you your pie and coffee and meet you outside when I get off at 3 o’clock.”

By 3:15, the gray-haired old man with a hard on was ready to give up but he decided to wait just a few more minutes. At 3:40 he was still loitering by the door when the petite beauty exited the diner, wearing jeans and a halter-top that did little to harness her ample, unsupported breasts. He couldn’t help but admire the way they jiggled when she walked and her over all confident poise and surprisingly good looks. Her short light brown hair was damp and she smelled of a fragrant soap. It was obvious that she had just showered.

She walked up to him and grabbed the bulge in his pants. “I see you’ve still got your hard on. Good, Granny will like that.” Arm in arm they walked slowly down the block, away from the diner. “She hasn’t been fucked for a couple of weeks. When was the last sanal rulet time you had a piece of ass?”

“I think it was this morning. I live in that retirement home around the corner. There are a lot more women in there than men and most of the men are impotent. The women are horny all the time so I usually get all the sex I want. Sometimes I can’t keep up and have to turn them down.”

“Then why come home with me?”

“You are young and pretty so maybe your granny is too. Almost all the girls in the home are in their 70’s so it would be nice to have one that isn’t all wrinkled. Besides, I was hoping I could get a shot at you.”

“Hum, we’ll see about that. Okay, here we are. It’s apartment 24 on the second floor.”

Inside, the apartment was neat, clean and warm and cozy but there is no sign of anyone else.

“Where’s your granny?”

“She must have gone out. Want a beer?”

“Sure”

Jo disappeared into what Ed assumed was the kitchen. She appeared three or four minutes later, completely nude and holding a bottle of Bud Lite. Her large, perfectly formed beasts with silver dollar sized areolas and erect pink nipples were bare.

“Jeez, you sure have a nice body. I love big titties like that.”

“Thank you. Would you like to kiss or suck on them?”

“Oh god, yes.”

“Do you eat pussy?”

“I sure do, I’ve been told I’m an expert.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

She moved to him, handed him the beer and began to unbuckle his belt.

“Come on Ed, You can help a little.”

Quick as a flash, his shoes, socks, shirt and trousers were in a pile in the middle of the floor, leaving him standing there in only his boxers. She pulled them down, exposing a very large, fat semi-hard penis.

He scooped her up in his arms just as she said, “Boy, you got a big one. I’d like to feel that inside me.”

In the bedroom, he deposited her in a sitting position on the edge of the bed then pushed her over backwards, knelt on his knees in front blackjack of her and put her legs on his shoulders. She let out a moan of delight as he buried his face in her hairless pussy and stabbed at it with his tongue.

“Oh God, that’s good!”

“MPPPHHH”

“Oh, that’s the spot. Keep doing that.”

“SLUURRPP”

In minutes, she was moaning and writhing in ecstasy. “Oh my God, you’re good. I’m so close. Oh, now, NOW NOW!”

“GLOOOMP”

Her body was arched hard against his face as he used his tongue to bring her to a fantastic orgasm. He prodded, poked and sucked until her juices quit flowing and she was begging for mercy.

She was just lying there, writhing in ecstasy when he crouched over her and inserted his fat, hard cock into her wet pussy.

“Oh, god, that feels good.”

“Yep it does, doesn’t it? Do you think your granny will like it?”

“My granny already loves it. My Granny is what I call my pussy. Now shut up and fuck me.”

She was surprised at the old man’s stamina as he drove his hard cock into her slippery cunt time after time. She was very close to her second climax and he hadn’t slowed down at all. Ed was relishing the feeling of his massive cock sliding in and out of this young, sweet, well-lubricated box. His eyes were closed and he was lost in the fantasy of his youth when he could fuck for hours and then do it all over again after just a few minutes rest.

“Oh my God, I’m cumming again! Oh Now, keep doing that. Oh yesss!”

He felt her entire body stiffen as she went over the edge of orgasm into the depths of sexual release. In a few minutes she was limp but twitched each time he slid his prick into her.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked that good before. Please stop for a minute and I will give you the best blowjob you ever had.”

“UG – not – quite – yet – UG -I’m – gonna – cum – too! AAAHHHH!”

With a powerful shove he shot a massive load of his semen into her. She could feel its warmth and each pulse of bingo it as in jetted up her cunt.

“God, what a load. It must be running out of me.”

The old man smiled and said, “Why don’t you climb on me sixty-nine style and give me that blow job you promised and I’ll clean you up with my tongue.”

“OK, but I think your pecker has gone limp.”

“It has, but you’ve missed something if you never sucked a soft one that has cum and pussy juice all over it. I love to eat a freshly fucked cunt, one with my jitsum oozing out of it.”

Without waiting for an answer, he sat her on his chest, placed her in the sixty-nine position and stuck his tongue into her slit. He had been licking and sucking a couple of minutes before she finally took his flaccid penis in her mouth.

Within minutes, the young girl was writhing in passion each time the old man stabbed her with his tongue. She was grinding her sloppy pussy against his mouth and had long since forgotten his limp cock. It was obvious she was caught in the throes of another massive organism. Her juices were running down the sides of his face as she twitched in submission to his tongue.

“Oh, that was so good. My heart is beating a hundred miles an hour.”

“Thank you. I know you wanted to get fucked and you targeted me to do it. But why me, when there are so many horny young bucks around?”

“Well. My aunt, Helen O’Malley, lives in that same retirement home that you do. She said you were the best lover she ever had and that you were a world-class pussy eater. Most of the young guys around here are thirty second wonders. You touch their dicks and they cum in less than thirty seconds and leave you wondering what happened. Most of them won’t eat pussy. With you, I had three orgasms in two hours.”

“Two hours, holy shit! What time is it?”

“About 5:30. What’s the matter?”

“I’ve got to get back. Dinner is at 6:00 and I’ve got a date to watch a porno movie with Betty Williams at 8:00. I think it’s ‘DEEP THROAT’.”

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Dale and Liz Do Mom

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I hadn’t meant for this to be a two (or more) part story but it seemed to demand it, also, I had a request for a second part. The first part is titled Dale. So here is the second part. I’m thinking of a Chapter 3, but I don’t know yet, my time is at a premium.

A word for those of you who have nothing better to do with your time or life, if you have nothing but insults for me, save them, I know the limits of my skills. On the other hand if you’ve creative criticism I’d be happy to hear it. And if you want to chat, it would be best if you are female. Thanks

DALE’S MOM

It had been a long and exhausting day and all Susan wanted to do was get home and pour a glass of red wine. She was ten minutes from her house and the traffic was beginning to back up and she began to swear. Usually when this happened she didn’t let it bother her, but she was going on four hours of sleep and a crushing work load.

It had taken her twenty minutes to complete the usual ten minute drive and by the time she was out of the car and the garage door was only half closed, she was already opening the buttons on her blouse. She slammed the kitchen door and headed straight for the liquor cabinet and poured a healthy glass of wine. She tossed her blouse onto a nearby chair and sprawled on the sofa in the den. She kicked off her shoes and swallowed half the glass of wine and sighed with relief.

Dale, her eldest, was home from college for the summer and he had a job but he usually didn’t get home till late, but now it was past nine and he wasn’t in which meant that he was with his friends. His sister Elizibeth was working part time but she had said she’d be with her friends which for her that meant that she wouldn’t be home till at least midnight. Susan had the house to herself.

She loosened the button and zipper of her skirt and lay back on the sofa, not wanting to move anything but the arm with the wine glass at the end of it. It wasn’t long before the glass was empty and she was dozing off. Soon the glass fell from her hand and her head bowed down and she was sound asleep.

The moment she had left her office she had removed the band that held her dark up in a bun and now it had fallen loosely halfway down her back. The hair had fallen forward and her face was half hidden and it was this way Liz saw her an hour later when she got home. Her mother wearing a lacy, black push-up bra that barely covered her nipples and her skirt open. She wasn’t wearing a slip so her panties were nearly visible. Liz wondered if she was wearing panty-hose or a garter belt.

She poured herself a glass of wine and sat down to study her mother. She was lovely, but she was also half naked and her brother Dale would be home soon. So what should she do about her it? She could wake her and send her to bed or she could get a blanket and cover her, or she could wait for Dale and they could carry her to bed.

She’d seen her mother naked but that had been years ago, now, laying there with her hair in her face and wearing nothing but a bra and skirt was rather erotic. Liz found this exciting and tried to think why she found her mother so. She wanted to pull her mom’s skirt off to see if her panties matched her bra and whether or not she was wearing panty-hose, mostly she wanted to see what her mother looked like naked.

She poured another glass of wine and stood beside her mother trying to make a decision. As she starred at her mother she decided the heck with it, and setting down her wine glass she carefully pulled her skirt of. She dropped the skirt on the floor and looked at her mom. She had black lacy panties that matched her lacy bra and Liz took in a sharp breath. Through the material she could see that her mother shaved her pussy and that surprised the girl. She casino siteleri giggled.

But now she wanted to see her mother’s naked pussy, see what her lips looked like and if they looked like hers. She watched her mother’s face, making sure she was still sleeping soundly and after several minutes she thought she could go ahead. First, she needed another sip of wine. Now she was ready and with a deep breath she took hold of the waist band and started pulling the panties down, past her knees then off altogether. Liz stood and looked at her mom’s pussy and smiled. Bending down she got her mother’s ankles and spread her legs apart until she could see all of her pussy.

It was beautiful! The lips were closed so that they made just a slit between her legs and that was what Liz’s pussy looked like until she was aroused. Then the lips parted and the inner lips opened like a flower. Liz could feel her juices running down her legs, her panties were soaked and she loved it. Also she was so horney she could hardly stand it. And that meant she wasn’t done with her mother yet. Carefully she reached behind her and unclipped her bra and pulled it away from her tits.

Except that her mom’s tits were bigger than hers, they looked the same. Both had protruding nipples and the areoles were darker. Liz sat down on the chair across from the sofa and stared at her naked mother. She slid her hand down the front of her pants and began rubbing her pussy. She slid her fingers between her pussy lips which were getting wetter and wetter. Slowly she was working her way to a climax but first she had to take her pants and panties all the way off. Now she was naked from the waist down, her legs spread wide, and she was rubbing her pussy with one hand and her clit with the other. She inserted three fingers into her cunt and fucked herself as hard and as fast as she could. It wasn’t long before she was cumming, trying hard not to scream.

Her orgasm has started somewhere in her brain and rocketed all the way down to her toes and back up again, slamming into her cunt with the force of a mac truck. For several minutes her hips bucked up and her body rocked to the multiple orgasms before she finally stopped cumming. She was near to passing out, sweat was rolling down her body. She quickly shucked her blouse and bra and now she was naked, too.

It was then that Dale came home and before Liz knew it he was standing in the living room door looking at the two naked women. “Liz! What the …?

Liz shushed him, “mom’s asleep, keep your voice down.”

He hissed at her, “what the fuck is going on here? Why are you guys doing naked?”

“Mom was asleep on the couch, she had her skirt open and her blouse off. I think she was drinking.”

“That doesn’t explain why she’d completely naked.”

“I undressed her, dummy.”

“What the fuck for? Couldn’t you just wake her and send her up to bed?”

“I could of but I didn’t, I wanted to see her naked.”

“Are you turning into a lesbian?”

“No fucking way, asshole, I love cocks too much!”

“Yeah? So why are you naked? Your cunt is all wet, are you jerking off?”

“What do you think?”

“So you got mom naked, so you could get naked and jerk off?”

“Yeah, you got a problem with that?”

“Fuck, now what? We can’t leave her like that.”

“We can carry her upstairs and put her to bed.”

“Right.” For the first time Dale began to look at his mom. She had a gorgeous body and he had to wonder what it would be like to fuck her. He loved the way her pussy looked and wondered what it would look like when she got hot. Her tits were like Liz’s and he wanted to play with them. Hell, he’d fucked Liz once already, but it was a wham bam sort of thing. He had shoved amerikan ruleti his cock in her and fucked like a rabbit until he shot his cum and then pulled out. He wanted to take time with her now and give her a proper fucking.

“Okay, I’ll take her shoulders and you get her feet, but move up so you can get her by the back of her knees,” Dale said.

He got her under the arms and around her chest just under her tits, and giggling, Liz got between her legs where she had a perfect view of her mom’s pussy. She wondered what it would taste like and if she would ever get a chance to find out.

Walking slowly backward Dale made his way to the stairs with Liz following. Slowly they made their way up the stairs and into her bedroom. Gently they laid her on the edge of the bed and pulled the covers down on the other side then moved her over there and pulled the rest of the covers down. Their chore done they both stood and looked at their naked mom. Liz, naked was dripping pussy juice down her legs and Dale’s hard on was beginning to leak pre-cum.

“What now?”

“What do you mean, what now?” Dale was sure he knew what she was talking about but he wanted to hear her say it.

“Wouldn’t you like to touch her pussy, if not with your tongue then you fingers?” Liz smirked.

“You lick her pussy, you’re the one who wants too.”

“You’re a sissy!”

“Fuck you.”

“Well then, lick her pussy.” Liz challenged.

“What, you think I’m scared?”

“Yes.”

“Aw fuck you.” And with that Dale took a deep breath and bent over, his nose less than an inch from that glorious pussy. A faint scent rose from it and it was intoxicating. Putting out his tongue he slowly licked her from the bottom of her pussy to the top then back down again. This was awesome! He licked her again top to bottom and back again. About the forth time he pushed his tongue between her lips and got the first glorious taste of his mom’s pussy juices and he loved it. He continued licking her pussy, inside and outside and having the good sense to avoid her clit, that would surely wake her. And that was the last thing he wanted. He pushed his tongue deeper into her cunt and fucked her with it, wishing it was his cock, but hopefully that would come later. He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked up.

“My turn,” Liz said.

“What?”

“Yeah, move your ass I want a taste too. Watch so she doesn’t wake up.”

Reluctantly Dale moved away but now without one final lick. Liz bent over her mother’s pussy and didn’t hesitate for a moment. She had her tongue between the lips and was licking fast and furious. This was the first time she’d tasted pussy and she loved it, in her mind she make sure that she would get more.

She licked for several minutes and now the juice from her mother’s cunt was flowing fast, puddling around her ass, soaking the bed. That didn’t stop Liz, she licked as much juice from her ass as she could. Dale tapped her on the shoulder. He was naked and he had his massive hard cock in his hand and jerking off. He wanted to lick more pussy while he jerked off. Liz had another idea. When Dale resumed licking his mother’s cunt Liz took over jerking him off. Life, he thought, doesn’t get any better than this.

If either sibling had bothered to look they would see that Susan’s eyes were open just a tiny bit and she had a little smile on her face. Dale’s licking was getting him closer to her clit and if he could hear her thoughts he’d know it was time to start sucking on it. But he couldn’t and he was concerned that that would wake her.

Liz had never had a cock in her mouth, let alone one this big, but she was doing the best she could and loving every second of it. She was hoping that she could avrupa ruleti get him to cum in her mouth but she had to see if her mother was still sleeping. She was amazed that she could sleep through all this. But that was okay, maybe next time they could play when they were all awake.

Dale was running out of control and now he was sucking his mother’s clit and fucking her with three fingers. Liz, working hard on his cock had him seconds from cumming, he stiffened, he felt his balls beginning to let go and suddenly he was shooting streams and streams of cum into Liz’s mouth and down her throat. His mother was cumming too, but she tried hard to control herself, not wanting them to know she was awake, but her orgasm, like her son’s was earth-shattering.

Dale fell away from his mother and leaning against the bed, sat on the floor trying to get his breath. He had a smile from ear to ear, his cock was still semi-stiff and oozing cum. Liz sat there looking at it and decided this was too much to waste. She slide it into her mouth again and sucked on it till there was nothing left to suck out. But this time Dale’s cock was hard again.

“Do you think mom came?”

“I think so, she was moving around, and thanks for the blow job. Your first one?”

“Yep, good, huh?”

“Yes it was.”

“Okay, you and mom got off, now what about me? What are you going to do to get me off?”

“See this hard cock here, sticking straight up in the air? You can sit on it.”

Liz got up and straddling her brother’s lap, placing his cock at the entrance to her cunt, slowly sliding down on it. She loved the way her pussy felt being stretched out by such a magnificent cock. Slowly she slid down, relishing the feeling that it had on the inside of her pussy. At first she didn’t think she could take it all the way in, but before long she was feeling his balls against her ass. She was riding his cock, loving the feeling of every stroke, the way it felt against the walls inside her pussy. And the stretching, she couldn’t believe how wonderful that felt inside her cunt.

For several minutes she kept a steady pace, not wanting to cum, but simply to feel his cock inside her cunt. She didn’t know how long she could put off an orgasm, but she held her pace. As it turned out her brother wasn’t going to hold out that long and he began ramming his cock into her hard and fast.

She couldn’t help it, she matched his speed and Dale went stiff and so did Liz and both started cumming at the same time. Dale was pumping stream after stream of cum into his sister’s cunt and she was pouring out her pussy juice down his cock, balls and onto his ass. After several moments their orgasms were slowly faded and they collapsed against one another. Dale loved the feeling of his sister’s tits against his chest, they were small and firm and the nipples were rock hard.

If they would have paid attention they would have seen their mother leaning over the edge of the bed watching them, and fingering herself. And her two lovely children fucking their brains out. It wasn’t long before she had three fingers in her pussy and a couple from the other hand twisting and teasing her clit. She still had her son’s cum running down her legs as well as her own pussy juice and she wanted more, but not tonight.

She watched as they began to cum and she worked her fingers even faster until she too had a most intense orgasm. She couldn’t remember if she’d ever cum so fantastically. But she was shaking all over, rolling over on her back with her legs still spread wide apart and her fingers still in her pussy, moving slowly and sensuously.

She was thinking about fucking her children. She knew that there was not only moral issues involved, but there was also the legal aspect of it. But she had felt her son’s cock in her and she wanted more of it. And her daughter’s lovely little shaved pussy was a sight to behold and she thought it would be the perfect to put her tongue. Her fingers were still busy as she slowly drifted off too sleep, her legs spread wide.

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Before we reached Chloe’s bedroom, Loren and Chloe stopped to kiss in the hallway. That gave me a chance to get ahead of them and to listen at the bedroom door before going in. I was certain that I had heard Chloe talking to someone when we walked in her house.

I opened the door cautiously at first and peeked in. The late afternoon light was streaming in and it gave the room a yellow glow. I looked back at the women. Chloe had dropped to her knees and she was peeling off Loren’s shorts. They were apparently oblivious to me. I opened the door slowly and walked in to the room. There was no one there to greet me, kindly or otherwise. I did see that the window on the near side of the room was wide open. There was a flicker of movement just outside the window that caught my peripheral vision. I walked to the window, pushed the dark curtain aside and looked around.

At first my heart nearly stopped as I was looking directly at a dark creature just outside the window frame. After blinking and catching my breath I realized it was one of the scarecrows I had seen walking in. In fact, it was the one wearing my black sweater. I stepped back into the room and drew the curtains closed behind me. As with the rest of the interior of the house, her bedroom looked entirely normal. There was a queen sized bed against the far wall with a wrought iron headboard and frame. As opposed to the rest of the house, the floor was carpeted with a dark burber. The walls were painted white and the ceiling was painted sky blue. That seemed like an odd reversal to me. There were a myriad of candles on both her nightstand and on her mirrored dresser.

There was a large leather bound book and three wine glasses on the nightstand. Had she really been preparing for the three of us to be here? I heard a guttural growl from outside the bedroom door and went back to see what was happening. Chloe was still on her knees and was trying to lick Loren’s vagina. Loren had a handful of Chloe’s dark hair and was holding her away. “I told you, not yet!” Loren said in a firm voice. Chloe growled again. Loren stepped around Chloe and walked up to me. “Is everything okay? Are you ready?” I nodded my head.

She said. “You were right about how sexual she is I think that sex is the source of her powers.” She looked back at Chloe, now on her hands and knees. “And she is very powerful. I think that the necklace has confused her a little…that and my empathic sexuality have her a little high. Sex is like a drug to her.”

Chloe had told me that Loren was a remarkable woman, and that she didn’t think I knew how remarkable she was. She was right about that, but she was wrong in thinking that she understood more about Loren than I did. I had been under Loren’s spell for many months bahis siteleri now. I knew that there was something supernatural about her, especially sexually. Chloe was lying on the floor with a finger inserted into her pussy. She was moaning loudly.

Loren hugged me and whispered into my ear. “I am going to bring her in here and I am going to tell her to fuck you like there is no tomorrow. I think that you will be pleased with the result.”

She kissed the side of my face and continued. “I am going to get the necklace and the money from the car and come back in and rest for a little bit. Seducing her is fun but taxing. When I come back in I am going to let her pleasure me.”

She paused for a moment. “Don’t come inside of her. I think that’s where her vitality comes from.”

I wondered for a moment where Loren’s vitality came from, and how many gallons of my cum she had inside of her.

Loren smiled as if she could read my thoughts. She turned around and helped Chloe to her feet, and led her to the bed. She turned back the covers and motioned for me to come lay down. Knowing what was about to happen, my cock was standing at attention. I flopped on to the bed and lay on my back, staring at the light blue ceiling. Loren was whispering in Chloe’s ear. Chloe turned to me and smiled. She crawled on to the bed and immediately engulfed my twitching dick in her mouth. Loren stood in the doorway watching for a moment. Then she grabbed a silk robe that was hanging on the back of Chloe’s bedroom door and disappeared.

I started to let my brain shut down. I always imagined that there were two miniature beings that controlled my body. In my brain was the boss…kind of a superman looking creature. He was brilliant and strong and controlled nearly everything that I did from reading to running. However, as soon as my dick got hard, there was an impish gnome in my balls that took over. I could just imagine the guy upstairs closing the door and turning off the lights. Before the door closed, he would reach out and hang a sign that read “do not disturb…be back later.” Then he would flip a switch that gave all control to the guy downstairs.

The gnome had very little intelligence. He was pure instinct. His only job was sex and he excelled at his work. Right now the guy downstairs was now in control. I closed my eyes and focused on the frenzied blowjob that I was receiving.

As long as I had known Chloe, we had never had sex like this. In fact, I am not sure that she had ever put my cock into her mouth before. She had always simply loved to fuck, and she was insatiable. Now she was grunting and groaning and her head was bobbing maniacally.

“Chloe…slow down!” I said. She slid her mouth away from my cock, online casinolar dripping sliva as she did. She was breathing so hard I thought she might hyperventilate. “Look at me.” I said.

She looked up at me. Her eyes were flashing and her breasts were shiny from the spit dripping from her chin.

“Please make love to me, Chloe.” I whispered. I wanted her, and I wanted her to slow down. I looked up and saw Loren’s silhouette in the doorway. She dropped the robe that she was wearing and came and sat at the foot of the bed. She ran one hand down the center of Chloe’s back and told her to do as I had asked.

She crawled up slowly and straddled over my throbbing cock. Her breathing had slowed some and she was starting to act more like the Chloe that I had always known. She reached between her legs and positioned my erection as she slowly lowered herself. As I slid into her we both gasped. She began to rock on top of me. She had her eyes closed and she was mumbling something rhythmic over and over. Because the guy downstairs was still in charge, my hearing was dull and muted. As she rocked faster she also spoke louder. I started to move with her. She began to pogo up and down on my throbbing dick. I matched her movement and soon we were slapping hard against each other. She was now speaking loud enough for me to hear her.

“Cuminmebaby, cuminmebaby…cumcumcuminmebaby.” She said over and over. She had a hand cupping each breast but they were still flopping up and down with each stroke. She repositioned herself so that she was now squatting over me, bouncing up and down as fast as she could.

I was reaching that point where the guy downstairs was about to pull the “release” lever when I remembered Loren’s warning. After a few more strokes I slid down slightly as she rose up. When she slammed back down my cock slid up against her ass. That was when I released with a groan, shooting hot cum up her back and into the crack of her ass.

Chloe screamed and reached between her legs and grabbed my cock and tried to stuff it into her dripping hole. “What are you doing?!” She groaned loudly. She looked down at me. Her body was quivering with unreleased passion.

That was when Loren came up behind her and started kissing the nape of her neck. Chloe was still looking down at me with her eyes wide open. She was breathing hard, but I could see her expression begin to soften. Loren reached around and began to massage a small area just below Chloe’s throat.

With that, Chloe’s body began to relax. Her eyes closed and her hands came up from her breasts to cover Loren’s hand at her throat. She turned her head to look at Loren.

“I want you to lay down on your back.” Loren whispered. Chloe immediately gerçek para casinoları complied. Loren’s hand never left its place on Chloe’s throat. I slowly slid over to the far side of the bed by the nightstand and lay on my side so that I could watch. As soon as Chloe had stopped moving, Loren started to kiss all over her body. Again, I knew this routine very well. Loren’s kisses were as light as a butterfly and as powerful as a jolt of 120 volts. I saw Chloe’s body shudder slightly with every kiss. Loren had still not taken her hand from Chloe’s throat.

As she kissed down her stomach, Chloe made a small sound every time Loren’s lips touched her. Oh…oh…oh.” She said very softly. Finally Loren slid her hand down from between Chloe’s. Loren positioned herself between Chloe’s thighs and began to kiss lightly around her swollen labia. This was the first time I had witnessed Loren having sex with a woman, although she had told me on more than one occasion that she enjoyed it.

Chloe’s hips began to gyrate slowly as Loren kissed closer and closer to the heart of her pussy. Without interrupting her rhythm at all, Loren turned her body around so that she was inverted on top of Chloe. She lifted her right leg and positioned herself over Chloe’s face. The she lowered her hips and began to rub her own pussy against Chloe’s lips.

Chloe began to move her own hips faster as I saw Loren’s tongue dart in and out. I could imagine that she was teasing Chloe’s clit. Then I saw her extend her lips and press down against Chloe’s dripping pussy. Chloe groaned and began to attack Loren with long lollipop licks. “Softer…” I heard Loren whisper. Chloe slowed down her pace but continued to press hard against Loren’s clit. “Softer…” Loren said again. Chloe moaned and continued to lick. “SOFTER…let me do it!” Loren said in a gentle yet firm voice. Chloe stopped licking and puckered her mouth. Loren began to run her pussy up and down against the wet, swollen lips.

It was only minutes later that Chloe had her first orgasm. She gasped and said “Oh my GOD!” and I saw a flood of liquid pour out of her vagina onto the white sheet. Her feet rose into the air and twitched uncontrollably and then sank slowly back down to the bed. Loren never stopped what she was doing, but this time she inserted a finger into Chloe’s vagina. After about another minute I saw Chloe have her second orgasm. This one was different…deeper. Chloe’s whole body was shaking.

Just as Chloe’s body was beginning to go limp I saw Loren’s hips press down harder onto Chloe’s mouth. I saw that look in Loren’s face that I knew very well. Her eyes closed tight and her lips pursed, and I watched her body shudder for about ten seconds. Then she drew in a deep breath and as she let it out her whole body relaxed. Loren turned around so that she was lying between Chloe and me. She kissed Chloe on the lips and pulled Chloe’s head down to rest on her breasts. I moved in close behind Loren and put my arms around her. We rested as the last evening light left the room.

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The Hardest Kind To Be Ch. 02

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That first week of classes would be fondly looked back on as one of the most purely exciting times of Ginnie’s life. She met dozens of new people, most of them as nervous and eager as she was to get into some kind of rhythm. Her schedule was all mornings–so it left her afternoons relatively dry and open to interpretation.

Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays she had Spanish and Greek–having been talked into the former by her high school guidance counselor and the latter by Tina, who felt that one should be able to make lewd comments in a language only the overly educated would understand. It was a toss up between Latin and Greek, with the only difference being the sheer number of text books (with Latin several pounds ahead, and thus picked over).

Spanish class was a little more traditional than Greek. Where Spanish was a large auditorium in the History Department’s Building, taught to two hundred students at once–where nobody knew anyone’s name that wasn’t one seat away, Greek was a dozen or so people around a conference table in the Religion Department, on the third floor of Gan Hall. Everyone was looking at everyone else all period—which was disturbing and relaxed at the same time.

Ginnie, however, grew fond of her immediate surroundings in Spanish. There was a tall, black fellow to her right who always wore very sharply ironed jeans with a stiff crease in them–he looked like an athlete and stood well over 6′ tall. Maybe 6’6″? 6’8″? Ginnie was horrible at heights. But he smelled nice, and that was a good thing with such close proximity–he came to Spanish talking on a cell phone and smelling like pancakes. She knew his name was Durellion or something like that, but they never really spoke in class. He had a nice smile and wasn’t intimidating.

Tuesdays and Thursdays it was Calculus, English, and Biology. Her math class was just like high school: desks and chairs and teachers and chalk. She always did like math, so this was the easier portion of those mornings. Nobody ever really talked in class, though many fell asleep–she didn’t figure on making any new friends there.

English was a small discussion group of thirty students and one very young looking teacher’s assistant. From what she could glean of the course, she’d never meet the professor–but he’d make tests and require readings and grade essays. Her T.A. was a young man who couldn’t have been more than thirty named Yoseph–he had a faint accent that she couldn’t place, but was energetic when he talked and seemed to ignore the dumb stares he got when asking questions about the readings.

Ginnie felt a little flushed whenever he’d look at her. He was also very tall–though that’s not too hard when you’re a bit short–with brown, faintly graying hair and green eyes. He called her Miss Morris, and she felt a little bit faint whenever he did. So silly, she thought, but Tina had been helping her be o.k. with being a little silly–so no harm there. She’d mentioned Yoseph to Tina, only to be horribly mocked and teased about him well into lunch the next day. She took it in good humor and even made some jokes, herself, about crushing on him.

The campus of the University was, by all accounts, gorgeous. It was one of the things that attracted Ginnie to go there–besides her sister, of course. There were trees and green everywhere, large open areas dedicated to green grass and tall oaks and colorful magnolia trees. Ginnie was used to a colder climate, a place where the green was thick and brushy–here, though, was a place where the green kind of splayed out and relaxed, soaking up the sun.

It was still Summer-ish and the boys and girls (and young men and women) went to and fro in shorts and t-shirts and jeans–casual attire that conflicted with what her and most other freshman were wearing… presses pants, collared shirts, and a look that just screamed “I’m looking my best, please notice!” It was warm enough to be a northern summer, despite being a southern fall here. The sun and humidity won out by nine in the morning, and anyone not ready for some heat wound up succumbing to the elements before breakfast was over.

Tina and Ginnie shared only the one class, Greek. It was full of nerdy types and bookworms, all of them boys, most with disheveled clothing and unkempt features. Both girls took their stares a little differently. Where Tina proceeded to frequently lean over to this fellow or that fellow, picking different ones to sit by each day, leaning close and whispering so very near their ear for help on this or “what did the professor say?” kind of artifices; Ginnie was more comfortable sitting there and trying not to make eye contact with any of them, though her and Tina traded funny drawings of one particularly intent and angry boy at the end of the table named Carlos.

After the first week of classes, with the first weekend’s arrival, it seemed as though Tina and Ginnie had known each other for years. They caught lunch together three times a week, and saw each other for dinner and evening dorm visits with other girls every night. They were almost canlı bahis inseparable. If Tina was walking up to a guy to ask for a cigarette and a light (and coming in very close to get the latter for the former), it was Ginnie sitting on the bench laughing at the poor boy’s “deer in the headlights” reaction. And if Ginnie was missing an opportunity to meet someone new, it was Tina introducing her instead. Time spent around Tina was time she, magically, found herself not tripping over her own words or being awkward. She didn’t know whether that was more because of Tina’s flamboyant nature rubbing off a bit, or because college was just a different place.

And all during that week, Ginnie had been surprised to see that Sissy–the only part of her high school to follow her halfway across the world like this–was nowhere to be found. If the blonde came to their room, it was during times when Ginnie wasn’t there. Things would be out of place from one day to the next, but Ginnie couldn’t tell when Sissy was coming or going–and she really stopped caring, one way or the other, by that first Saturday.

That was the Saturday of the party, and her first real sexual encounter.

. . .. … …..

“So… sit down and try not to gush while I show off my assets. I do not need you dreaming about me tonight, because that would just be uber-creepy considering I’m going to have some sweaty man groping your yum-yums by one in the morning… and he deserves better than to have his conquest dreaming of some foxy redhead’s sweet, sweet butt.”, Tina rattled on and on while Ginnie sat on her bed casually reading the latest from Yoseph’s class–Hamlet. It wasn’t bad.

“I still don’t want to have sex with you.” Ginnie replied nonchalantly, rolling her eyes jokingly. She was used to Tina’s humorous accusations, and smiled genuinely. The girl had a way with words, after all.

“Oh, you lying bitch. Oh, well fine. Look, it’s the party of the century tonight at the Rho Pi house and I insist you and I both look our best. I want to be well dressed if I have to call Brandon”, Tina flitted about her room–a single dorm room all to herself and, thus, spacious as hell. She started throwing things out of her closet onto the spare bed while Ginnie waited patiently for the outfits to show up.

Tina, apparently satisfied that she’d tossed out all the unworthy clothes, shot to her feet and daintily turned around like a debutante presenting herself.

“Alright. I want honesty, Ginnie dear. If you lie, I will know. I will sense it in my journalistic ovaries”, Tina had been flirting with journalism as a major and hadn’t lost an opportunity to bring it up in polite conversation.

“Oh, I’ll tell you if you look like a… y’know… a skank.” Ginnie giggled. She couldn’t imagine joking about calling someone a skank a week ago, but so much changes so fast.

“Please do”, Tina curtly replied. The tall redhead grabbed the hem of her little blue t-shirt and lifted it over her head while she kicked off her sneakers. Ginnie hadn’t noticed the disrobing, being much more interested in thinking about Yoseph acting out the duel scene the next day–and get a little warm while doing it.

But, with the wriggling and muffled vulgarities coming from underneath the half-on/half-off shirt and a bobbing around Tina, Ginnie couldn’t help but notice the girl struggling comically. In between chuckles, Ginnie noticed–for the first time since they’d met–just how amazingly put together Tina was.

With her arms wrapped up over her head, and the lack of shirt–Tina was proudly displaying assets Ginnie hadn’t truly noticed before. The tight line of her abdomen, perfectly toned without being muscular; breasts that seemed to either supported by God’s most perfect bra, or sheer genetics–it wasn’t that she was surprised that Tina had boobs, she could kinda tell that already, it was that where Ginnie had figured the redhead invested in a pushup or something a bit padded… it appeared to be the case that the implied C-cups were actually real.

Ginnie was silent as could be while Tina kept undressing. The latter not noticing the stares while she unbuttoned and stripped off her jeans. A pair of tiny, hip-hugging white panties hardly covered an athletic form. It never occurred to Ginnie to ask Tina if she had done any sports, but she was almost certain the girl had to have run track or done some kind of athletics. Her legs, though fair and white, were firm and shapely, and when she turned around that thin scrap of white fabric did nothing to hide a dancer’s butt. High and firm, with narrow hips to accentuate the thin waistline.

While following the line of those panties around and around, as the other girl pulled off socks and turned towards the closet, Ginnie was absolutely mesmerized. She’d never seen such a beautiful woman mostly naked like this before. She truly didn’t know how to not stare; she wondered why everyone didn’t just gape at people like Tina all the time. She wondered what her skin maybe felt like… was it… smooth and… it looked canlı rulet cool… like, maybe a little bit cold to the touch–like porcelain.

She looked a little longer and wondered how those panties, as small as they were, could cover Tina’s…

“Hey! You! I’m up here. I swear I’m going to do this by myself if you don’t start getting with the program. I totally knew you wanted me.”, Tina put her hands on her hips and looked angry–while trying to hold back the giggling.

Ginnie snapped to immediately. Where was she, where had she been? Where had those thoughts come from?

“I’m just wondering”, she started–not knowing where she was going with it, “How come you’re covered under that? Do you… y’know… shave? Like, there?”

Tina dropped the frowning and went back to her usually chipper self while she searched for something to wear on the bed.

“Well, no. No, I don’t. Because I’m not putting anything sharp like that near my”, she waved her hand around her crotch, “…my, y’know, lady-parts. But, I do get waxed. It hurts a little, but it’s totally worth it.”

“Oh. Well, yeah.” Ginnie hadn’t tried that before, though she’d given the shaving a go when she was younger out of boredom and curiosity. It made her itch and she didn’t really need or like it.

“Anyhow, let’s get back to the topic at hand”, the redhead sparked as she hopped down from the high-rise bed, “What outfit has the sinful duty of covering all this hotness? Hmmmm? How about the green?” Tina grabbed a green minidress that looked more like a large legwarmer than a dress and slipped it on. The velvety material hugged every line and curve, her toned tummy was outlined faintly in the cloth, her hips and legs looked amazing contrasted against the fabric. She looked like a model.

Which… come to think of it…?

“Wait… Tina, can I ask you something?” Ginnie almost whispered.

The redhead leaned down as though about to hear a confession not meant for others.

“What?”, she put on a look that was half-comical and half-curious, a sort of wide-eyed panic that seemed more in line with a grown-up humoring a child’s telling of a seeeeecret.

“Have you ever… been, like, a model?” Ginnie hushed.

Tina looked at her for a second, right into her eyes–those blue eyes just fiercely studying the motive behind such a question. They were almost nose to nose, and Ginnie was half-frightened that the girl might yell or get offended–though why she should was beyond her.

Tina sort of nodded to herself, not really an admission of anything the question was asking, but more of a response to some kind of internal inquiry. The pretty redhead sort of nodded to herself, with a tight-lipped thoughtfulness and put her hands on either side of Ginnie’s face.

Very soft, very intentional hands, very long fingers running their way back into Ginnie’s hair behind her head. Tina leaned in and kissed her on the nose.

“Ginnie, hon, that was the nicest thing anyone’s said to me, ever”, Tina still nodded to herself and looked the brunette in the eyes with a genuine camaraderie. “Now, can we get back to the outfits?”

Ginnie was smiling; Tina had a way of making everything worth smiling about.

“Sure. I think you look like a skank in that. What else you got?” she prodded.

Tina, in a flourish both funny and overdramatic, peeled the green dress off and went back to the pile.

“Oh, much, dah-ling. I have much clothes. Too much clothes!” she prattled on. After three outfits, they’d found the perfect match. A pair of tight white capris, an unreasonably evident black thong, and a white blouse–a little too small–covering a matching black lace bra. With the right accessories and sassy white hat, Tina looked like something on a New York nightclub scene. She looked casual and sexy, and Ginnie was certain her friend would knock them all dead at whatever party she was going to.

“Your turn. We have to get you done up and we haven’t time for you to argue with me. So… do you trust me?” Tina put her hands up in her usual “are you a wild animal about to attack” pose.

“I didn’t know I was going… I didn’t… you didn’t say,” Ginnie stuttered on and on.

“Oh, for fucks sake, Gin. I can’t just walk in alone. Look at me. They… will… rape… me. I need backup. I need someone to throw to the rapists as I run away.” she smirked.

It seemed like whenever Tina smirked, it made everything else o.k. Ginnie hadn’t really thought about going to a party, but this was college–she absolutely had to start off college different than high school. She must go to parties and not be a wallflower. She knew this.

“Alright. I trust you. But, c’mon… nothing too crazy. I’m not ready for all that.” she implored her impulsive friend.

Tina looked her over, like a doctor inspecting a new medical experiment. She poked and prodded, jokingly.

“Ah, jess, jess. Ve can do somptink, ‘ere. I vill make you my latest creation”, Tina went on as she started stripping the brunette. She continued online rulet her bad German accent while unbuttoning this and undoing that until Ginnie, a little embarrassed, stood there in her underwear.

Tina took a step back, and ceased looking comical.

“Wow. You’re a piece, aren’t you?” she mused while turning to look for an outfit.

Confused, Ginnie just stood there. A what? A piece?

“What do you mean I’m a piece?” she demanded.

Tina was tossing clothes right and left, never looking up or turning back toward her.

“I mean you’re well put together. You shouldn’t wear all those clothes. I mean, you’ve got nice boobs–like, manageable ones. All sorts of cute bras and whatnots will fit you. And you’re very… womanly.” Tina never turned around.

“Womanly? Is that your way of saying ‘fat’?”, Ginnie crossed her arms in front of her and cocked a hip. Ginnie had always thought of herself as “dumpy”. She was thicker than Tina, not as fit or toned, but she’d never really thought of herself positively–physically anyway. She was alright, maybe.

“No, not a bit. With the right outfit–and hon, it’s always about the right outfit–I bet you get a few knocks on your windowsill tonight. You wear frumpy clothes. You need to relax a little. You’re pretty foxy; you just need the right look. And… HA… there we go. This is perfect”, Tina spun around with something small and black.

“I can’t wear this anymore because I grew a few inches over the last couple of years, but this would totally fit you. On me, it looks like I’m a hooker. On you, it should be perfect. Like a junior hooker.” Tina shook out the black dress. It looked harmless enough–a little tight, but otherwise it might be alright.

“Are you sure?” Ginnie, “Isn’t it a little… small?”

Grinning from ear to ear, Tina sparkled.

“Well, yeah.”

. . .. … …..

“C’mon, boy… do it for me”, Ginnie moaned into his ear.

“C’mon, pump it faster,” she pleaded with her best little girl voice, “God, it’s so thick and hard. I’ve never seen such a big… hard… dick before.”

She had her face pressed against his, whispering throatily into his ear with one arm around his neck and the other clutching his collar. Her dress was up over her waist and Troy was standing there with his back up against the bathroom door while the music poured over the whole house.

She felt his hands roaming around her back and dropped her hands to his, sliding them sharply to her ass.

“Right there, you like that, huh? I’m getting so hot, so wet when you grab me like that.”

She feverishly gripped his shirt collar and occasionally nipped his ear, “Faster, boy. Please? I want you to come on me. I want to see that big… hard… dick come on me. You can do that for me, can’t you?” she cooed.

“Uh… hmmmm… yeah… yeah”, he grunted as she lightly ground her body against his, his hand gripping and jacking his cock feverishly.

Ginnie snaked her hand down around the base of his cock, and squeezed as hard as she could, “Keep stroking it, I just wanna hold it like this. Oh, God, that’s hard. Mmmmm. C’mon, boy. C’mon–for me. Cum for me, faster baby. Faster.” she panted into his ear.

Not three minutes after she had slammed him against the bathroom door and begged for him to pull it out, Troy began bucking lightly and groaning as he came all over her tummy and down the front of the red panties Tina had picked out.

“Oh, shit… oh, my fucking God.” Troy was panting.

Ginnie kept squeezing his cock and felt it jerking in her hand. She ran her palm up his shirt–wiping her hand off in the process–and grabbed him by the jaw, turning his head toward her and looking him right in the eye.

“Mmmmmm, I liked that. Thanks.” she winked. Ginnie pulled her dress down and nudged him out of the way and went back to the party–making a bee-line for Tina, who was sitting smugly on the couch in the next room over drinking a beer and trying not to laugh.

The lights were psychedelic and wild and the music was so loud that between the noise and the crowd, Ginnie was on a different planet by the time she reached her friend. She sat there, breathing hard and trying not to laugh.

Tina nestled up to her and dropped her head on Ginnie’s shoulder.

“So. I’m a little drunk. Did it work?” the redhead asked, only slurring her words a bit.

Ginnie started giggling, and lowered her head so nobody else might hear.

“I did everything you said. Everything. I can’t believe that just happened. How is it that easy? He didn’t stop me or anything.” she raced on, “He just looked surprised and then pulled his thing out and I told him exactly what you said and he just did it. What the fuck?”

She couldn’t believe it.

Tina leaned up and looked her in the eye.

“Dah-ling. It’s that easy. You’re not hard on the eyes, and you gave him an excuse to get off. That’s almost as hard as it is. And see? I told you, just put it on your terms and they’re like puppies. If you’d have bent over the sink and told him to fuck you, he’d have fucked you. If you had offered to blow him, he’d have let you. But, hey, just get up in their space, flirt a little, sound sexy and confidant, and they’ll do what you want. It was good for him, too.” she mumbled, smiling.

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Daddy’s Princess Learns Her Place

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Daddy’s Princess Learns Her Place

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Why Respect For One’s Elders Isn’t Always The Best Policy

She was daddy’s princess. She graduated from a very exclusive private school, and had been accepted into an Ivy League college. Her clothes, the ones she bought anyway, came from Rodeo Drive, courtesy of Daddy’s American Express. Her hair stylist’s client list boasted several A-list celebrities; you had to be someone and you had to be invited. Her perfect body was toned by the advice of a private trainer, and tanned by the best technology available. Her car was imported from Italy, though she was no longer licensed to drive it. Nothing on the road flew smoother or faster. She was about to turn 19, and had everything going for her.

She was 5’2″ and 105 well-toned pounds. Her breasts were 32B. She had thought about augmentation, but decided against it. It left subtle scars, and she would have to wear a bra. She only wore underwear when Daddy would request it. She didn’t mind his request; Daddy only bought the best for her. She had hazel eyes, and had no idea what her natural hair colour was. Except for the hair on her head, every inch of her perfect body was waxed. This week her hair was honey blonde, and the evening had started with it in pigtails, Daddy’s favorite. It was now bunched up in Daddy’s hand, while he used the other to smack her perfect little bottom.

At present, she was naked and bent over the dining table, smearing Japanese make-up and hormone-laden sweat all over her mother’s place at the table. The cock that was working its way in deneme bonusu veren siteler and out of her expertly waxed and very tight 18-year-old pussy was that of her Daddy, fucking his little princess where her mother eats her food.

Daddy was 40 this year, but nobody would know it to look at him. Trim, toned, well groomed. A sophisticated man, a man of taste, and a man of the world. Aggressive, which certainly contributed to his success, and the lifestyle his princess enjoyed.

She had inherited Daddy’s competitive nature; it had first manifested itself in the competition with her own mother. The pinnacle of this competition, for her, was seducing Daddy, taking her mother’s husband for her own lover.

Her mistake had been in believing that she had dominion over her father after she seduced him. In a single slap across the face, Daddy had settled the question of who was in charge. She had never experience the sensation of being touched in such a disrespectful, violating nature. That he did it with such aplomb was enough to succeed where so many others had failed in trying to rein her in. Daddy was the man she had dreamed of; only Daddy could satisfy her need to be ruled over.

She reflected on this as her Daddy’s large and rock hard cock moved in and out of her tight little pussy. His strokes were deep and deliberate. They penetrated not just her body, but also her very soul. When they were together, she felt joined with him in every way. Being with Daddy was not like so many clumsy tumbles in the back seat of a car with some silly boy gerçek para ile slot oyunları she wanted to be seen with just because he was popular. Such acts had always ended in disappointment for her; two or three half-hearted strokes and a grunt later, and she had only a gooey mess to tell her she had been fucked.

Sex with Daddy was different. She had already had three orgasms; bent over her mother’s table place, from the dick that had helped create the pussy it was fucking.

The fourth orgasm began to take over her tiny body. She was moving her ass in time with Daddy’s thrusts, meeting him in the middle, hoping to swallow all of the man into her hungry pussy. She enjoyed the point of contact between their two bodies, her ass colliding with Daddy’s firm stomach, his balls slapping against her engorged clitoris.

As Daddy’s dick began to swell again, betraying its intention, she decided not to reach back and stave off his orgasm again. She would let him cum this time; she wanted to feel his seed deep within her womb. The muscles in her vagina began to contract around Daddy’s enormous throbbing penis, and the wave of orgasm shook through her petite body, causing her to buck wildly on the table.

Daddy’s penis responded in kind, doing its familiar dance against the constricting walls of her vagina, as Daddy plunged his manhood into her for the final stroke, the deepest stroke, the stroke that always preceded the rhythmic splashes of his cum that would splash back against her cervix, and surround Daddy’s penis mobil slot siteleri inside her vagina, until it finally leaked out onto Daddy’s balls, and pool in the spot where her mother sits down to her meals.

Wave after wave of semen, penis throbbing in time, and leading her vagina in its conclusion of the act.

Daddy finally collapsed onto her back, his semi-erect cock still inside of her. She loved it when Daddy would let his cock soften inside her pussy. He had let go of her hair, and she could feel is warm breath on the back of her head. She could feel his chest heaving against her back, mashing her tittes further into the table where she lay.

Finally, Daddy was flaccid and climbed off of his little princess, allowing her to peel herself from the dinner table. She got up and sat down on the table, facing Daddy, with her legs spread, allowing proof of her conquest to drip onto the table.

“Eat THAT, bitch,” she thought, as the mixture of hers and her Daddy’s sexual juices leaked out of her pussy and onto the table. Daddy leaned in close, between her legs, as they embraced and kissed deeply.

“I love you, Daddy,” she thought, as their tongues and souls mingled. She really did not grudge sharing Daddy with her mother and the housekeeper; she knew Daddy was just too much man for only one woman. Certainly too much man for her, and she cherished his attentions.

Daddy left to get cleaned up; Princess left to revel in the remaining afterglow of the experience, and to examine the welts that Daddy had left on her behind. She gathered her clothes and headed to her room, leaving the mess for mother to discover.

“She’ll probably think that’s from her and the gardener. Stupid, drunken bitch” she thought to herself, as she made her way to her room to revel in her satisfaction. To replay the events of the night in her mind as she masturbated herself to sleep with Daddy’s seed still deep inside of her.

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Lizzy P.

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Lizzy’s DaddyDom helps her through a doctor’s appointment

“Lizzy? Lizzy!? ELIZABETH!?”

“Snnrk, hmmm? Wha?”

“Why are you still sleeping? We have to get going or you’ll be late for work. Get up.”

“I don’t wanna go, Daddy. I don’t feel good.”

“Why don’t you feel good? What’s wrong?”

“You know…”

Lizzy blushed and pulled the blankets over her face. She’d been having an ongoing issue that was rather embarrassing and she didn’t like to talk about it. She felt the bed dip as he sat down next to her, pulling the blankets back. Lizzy curled up into a ball of embarrassment as Daddy rubbed low on her tummy, his big hand pushing gently against her.

“Are you gonna go pee for Daddy, babydoll?”

Lizzy shook her head mutely.

“Come on, munchkin, you haven’t gone since last night before bed, I know you have to go.”

Daddy grabbed Lizzy’s hand and tugged her up out of bed, leading her to the bathroom. She really did have to go, but it hurt, and it was so humiliating having to go pee in front of Daddy. Pulling her PJ’s down, Lizzy sat there in silent protest. She wanted to be mad at Daddy for invading her privacy in such a debasing way, but as his big, warm hand started gently rubbing her tummy, putting steady pressure on her bladder, Lizzy found it harder and harder to be mad, and more difficult to hold it in.

“Can’t I go by myself, Daddy?”

“Now, Lizzy. What happened the last time Daddy didn’t watch you go? Hmmm?”

Lizzy mumbled, cheeks flushing in shame. “I held it too long.”

“Yes, you did. And what happens when little girls hold their pee too long, Lizzy?”

Incoherent mumbling.

“What was that, Lizzy? Speak up, babydoll.”

“I saidddd I peed my pants, Daddy.”

“Yes you did. Now you don’t get the privilege of deciding when to go, or having privacy when it’s time to empty that tiny baby bladder of yours. Now pee for Daddy.”

Lizzy sighed heavily, unable to hold it anymore. As she started to go, Daddy’s hand pushed a little more firmly, his voice soft and encouraging, distracting her from the pain. “Good girl, Lizzy. Let it all out. That’s Daddy’s girl.”

Lizzy finished, waiting for Daddy to leave so she could clean herself and get in the shower. Instead of leaving, though, Daddy grabbed a wet wipe from the nearby container, nudged Lizzy’s legs open, and very gently wiped her clean. The blush on Lizzy’s face was so hot she wondered if Daddy could feel the heat radiating off of her skin. After mumbling a hasty “thank you, Daddy,” Lizzy hopped up and into the shower.

Lizzy went to work, spending nine hours in grown-up clothes making grown-up decisions at her very grown-up job. Daddy checked in with texts throughout the day, and each one made Lizzy smile and feel warm and small in that way only Daddy can make her feel. The last text was her favorite; it came at the same time every day and always filled her with a bubbly excitement. “Daddy is waiting out front, come get in my car, pretty girl.”

Lizzy said goodbye to her co-workers at the elevators and walked through the lobby, her low heels click-click-clicking on the marble floors. Through the glass doors and down the steps, Lizzy hurried to the car waiting at the curb, and got into the passenger seat. Lizzy’s smile was bright and happy as she greeted Daddy, and she stole a kiss as he leaned over her to buckle her seatbelt.

“I missed you so much today, Daddy.”

“I know babydoll, Daddy missed you too. I was thinking we could make a few stops on the way home, pick up-“

“Daddy can we go straight home, please? I, uhm, I gotta… I gotta go.” Lizzy was fidgeting in her seat.

“Lizzy,” Daddy’s voice was very stern, “Did you hold it in all day again?”

Lizzy nodded mutely, looking down at her feet and blushing. She wasn’t supposed to hold it in like that.

“Lizzy, honey, that’s not good for you. It’s not healthy. We’ll go home but we’re calling the doctor and making you an appointment as soon as possible.”

Lizzy spent a long time sitting in the passenger’s seat in silence. She was upset that she disappointed Daddy again, and so terribly embarrassed about her little pee problem. She was also very afraid of going to the doctor. The more she thought about it the more her fear grew, until she blurted out “Daddy I don’t want to go to the doctor. He’s mean.”

“Lizzy, honey, Doctor Hill isn’t mean, he’s a very good doctor and he takes really good care of his patients.”

“Daddy. The last time I was there he did ouchy things.”

“Sweetie he had to do that test to make sure you’re healthy. He was just doing his job. I promise I’ll go with you. You’ll be brave for me if I hold your hand, right, babygirl?”

Lizzy sighed and nodded, anxious about a visit to the doctor sometime in the near future. Of more immediate concern, however, was her urgent need to pee. When they finally pulled into the driveway, Lizzy bolted out of the car, unlocked the door, dumped her purse and briefcase at the foot of the stairs and ran upstairs to the bathroom. She canlı bahis was sitting on the potty, panties and pantyhose around her ankles, whimpering when Daddy walked into the bathroom. Lizzy looked up at him, her expression pained.

“I held it too long, Daddy, I can’t go…”

“Yes you can, sweetheart. You’re going to be a big girl and go pee. Keep trying. You can do it.”

Lizzy shook her head, on the verge of tears. Seeing his little girl like this broke his heart, so Daddy came over and pulled Lizzy up, taking off her clothes. “Get in the shower on your knees, little one.”

Lizzy did as Daddy said, getting into the big glass-walled shower and kneeling facing the door. She watched as Daddy took off his clothes, folding them neatly and putting them on the counter, then he stepped into the shower in front of her.

“Daddy has to pee, too, sweetie. Spread your knees nice and wide for me, and when I start going, I want you to rub your princess button and pee for Daddy, okay?”

Lizzy nodded, spreading her knees wide and exposing her pink slit. Daddy took his soft cock in his hand, aimed it at Lizzy’s cunny and started pissing, the warm spray landing just above her pussy, then more directly on her clit. Lizzy rubbed her piss covered clit and watched the stream of piss coming out of Daddy’s cock, drenching her pussy lips and forming a puddle underneath her. After a few seconds she started peeing too, the relief sending a little shudder through her body.

Daddy’s voice was enthusiastic as he exclaimed “Good girl, Lizzy! Keep going, babydoll. Daddy is so proud of you!”

Daddy finished pissing all over his babygirl, and waited a moment more while Lizzy finished. When she was done he instructed her to keep rubbing her clit, and he used his hand on the back of her head to pull her mouth onto his cock, cooing “suck Daddy clean, my little piss princess.”

Lizzy took Daddy’s soft cock into her mouth, her eager tongue lapping up the last drops of piss still clinging to him. She could feel his cock getting hard in her mouth, and smiled up at Daddy while she continued to suck, her clever tongue flicking and teasing the head of his cock. It wasn’t long until Daddy was fully erect, holding the back of Lizzy’s head while his hips pumped his manhood in and out of Lizzy’s mouth. The firm grip on her head, the taste of Daddy’s cock on her tongue and the sounds of his growling and moaning pushed Lizzy over the edge and she moaned around Daddy’s cock while her little cunt twitched and convulsed in orgasm.

Lizzy gasped as Daddy grabbed her roughly by the arms, jerking her up off the shower floor and turning her around, pressing her hard up against the shower wall. Daddy’s thick cock pushed inside her wet cunny, stretching her open.

“Is Lizzy Daddy’s girl?”

Whimpering. “Yes, Daddy, I’m your girl.”

“Daddy owns you, doesn’t he? Daddy gets to use you like a filthy little urinal and you like it, don’t you, dirty girl?”

Moaning. “Yessss, yes, Daddy.”

“Rub your little baby clit. Come on, you dirty piss slut, cum again. Cum on Daddy’s cock like an obedient little whore.”

His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back onto his cock as he thrust forward, ramming himself into her over and over again, dragging his cock along her g-spot, bumping painfully against her cervix. The pain mixed with pleasure made Lizzy feel high, her fingers flying over her clit, and Daddy’s words were the final push she needed to cum again, her cunt gripping Daddy’s cock like a vise. It wasn’t long before Daddy was spilling his seed into her and telling her what a very good girl she was for Daddy.

Two showers and a phone call later, Lizzy was resigned to her fate; she was going to see the doctor next week.

Lizzy was dragging her feet, both figuratively and literally as she shuffled up the concrete walkway that led from the parking lot to the front door of the doctor’s office. Daddy was holding her hand, pulling her along.

“Come on, little girl. You have to be brave for Daddy for just a little while. If you’re a good girl, when you’re done seeing the doctor we can go buy you a new stuffie, okay?”

Lizzy sighed and nodded, but even the thought of a new stuffed animal was not doing much to bolster her mood or her courage. She hated seeing the doctor, being poked and prodded and humiliated all while wearing one of those ugly hospital gowns. For a few seconds Lizzy contemplated running away, but decided the punishment for that would be worse than just sucking it up and seeing the doctor.

The receptionist was friendly, and she smiled warmly at Daddy and Lizzy, taking Lizzy’s information and telling them to have a seat. The nurse that came and called Lizzy to the back and took her height, weight and blood pressure was also warm and friendly. She took Lizzy and Daddy into a private exam room, wrote a few things on Lizzy’s chart, then instructed Lizzy to take off all of her clothes and put on a hospital gown.

As Lizzy sat on the exam table in the thin gown, she shivered, her 3d slot oyunları nipples tightening into stiff little peaks. Daddy was sitting in a chair nearby, reading one of the anatomy posters on the wall. Lizzy was just about to ask if they could leave now when the door to the exam room opened and Doctor Hill walked in. The doctor was older than Daddy by at least ten years, his hair thick but almost completely gray. His glasses were thin gold frames, and they lent a seriousness to the doctor’s dark brown eyes.

“Hello, Elizabeth. I’m surprised to see you back so quickly; it’s only been a few months since I saw you last.”

Before Lizzy could answer, Daddy spoke up. “Lizzy has been having some pretty serious bladder issues lately, Dr. Hill.”

“I see. Well we’re going to do a full exam today. Will you be staying and observing the exam?”

“Yes, I’m staying, just to help keep Lizzy calm.”

The doctor turned to Lizzy as he put his stethoscope in his ears, pressing the metal disk against Lizzy’s chest through the hospital gown. With a frown, Dr. Hill tugged the gown down to Lizzy’s waist, then pressed the stethoscope to her chest again. This time the metal was cold on her skin, contrasting against the heat in Lizzy’s blushing cheeks. With a firm hand on Lizzy’s shoulder, the doctor moved the stethoscope to her back, instructing Lizzy to “Take two deep breaths for me, Elizabeth. Good, your lungs sound very clear. I’ll need you to lay back for me now.”

Lizzy laid back on the exam table, blushing and trying very hard not to fidget. The doctor pressed his fingers against the sides of her neck, then pushed firmly on her stomach. Lizzy whimpered when the doctor put pressure on her bladder.

“Do you have to urinate?”

Lizzy shook her head vigorously, but Daddy piped up from his seat in the corner of the room. “It’s been a while since she went. She holds it in because it hurts to go.”

“Elizabeth, you’ll need to vacate your bladder before we can continue the examination. There’s a bathroom right there.” He pointed to a door on the other side of the exam room, then pulled the hospital gown away from Lizzy’s lap.

Lizzy was completely naked and totally mortified as she got up and walked over to the bathroom. She flipped on the light, then sat there trying to go but unable to, her nerves making the task all but impossible. After a few minutes of nothing happening, the doctor knocked on the door, but didn’t wait for a response before entering.

“Are you having difficulty, Elizabeth?”

Lizzy nodded.

The doctor pulled a pair of rubber gloves out of his pocket, putting them on with a rustle and a snap. Crouching in front of the still-seated Lizzy, Dr. Hill pushed her knees open wide, then parted her cunny lips, looking closely at her. He rubbed a fingertip gently over her urethra.

“Does it hurt when I touch you there, Elizabeth?”

“No, Doctor.”

He rubbed a little more firmly, and Lizzy winced. “Sorry, dear. Can you push for me?”

Lizzy tried to push out the pee while Dr. Hill rubbed her gently, and finally after a few moments there was a trickle of yellow liquid coming out. Lizzy emptied her bladder while the doctor watched closely. When she was finished the doctor stood up, removed his gloves, washed his hands and instructed Lizzy to clean herself then return to the exam table.

Lizzy sat on the edge of the exam table, but the doctor took her shoulders and laid her down on her back. This time when he pushed on her bladder Lizzy stayed still and didn’t make any noise. His hands continued to press firmly along her abdomen, all the way down to right above her cunny. Lizzy couldn’t help but turn red.

“I don’t think the problem is actually your bladder, Elizabeth. I’m going to need to examine you further. Put your feet in the stirrups for me.”

Lizzy scooted down on the table, the red in her cheeks turning three shades darker as she put her feet in the stirrups and Dr. Hill pushed her knees open. Standing between her open legs, the doctor put on a fresh pair of rubber gloves. He parted Lizzy’s pink pussy lips, noting that she was slightly aroused, a sheen of wetness coating her inner lips.

The doctor’s gloved finger brushed gently up and down between Lizzy’s lips, spreading her wetness over her clit and making Lizzy whimper. Daddy mistook the whimper for one of fear and came over to hold Lizzy’s hand while the doctor closely examined Lizzy’s labia and clitoris.

Lizzy closed her eyes and Daddy brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “You’re a brave girl, babydoll. Just hold Daddy’s hand and it will be over soon.”

“I’m going to insert a speculum now, Elizabeth. This may be uncomfortable.”

The doctor pulled a clear plastic speculum out of a drawer, removing it from its sterile packaging. Holding it sideways, the doctor slowly pushed the speculum into Lizzy’s tight pink hole, opening her up to his gaze. He pulled a flashlight out of the pocket of his white coat, shining the bright light on Lizzy’s most private klasik slot area.

It felt like hours ticked by, but it was actually only a couple of minutes that the doctor stood there. He left for a moment and Lizzy opened her eyes, looking up at her Daddy. He smiled down at her and brought her hand to his lips, kissing it tenderly. As Lizzy put her hand back down on the exam table, she accidentally brushed the front of Daddy’s pants, shocked to feel her Daddy’s cock was hard. The first touch wasn’t enough for him, so Daddy took Lizzy’s hand and put it on the front of his pants, making her rub him discretely while the doctor was on the other side of the room. Lizzy continued to gently massage Daddy’s cock through his pants, feeling herself getting wetter and blushing more brightly. She jerked her hand away quickly, though when the doctor returned with a tray of instruments.

“Elizabeth, the problem you’re having, and the reason why urinating is painful, is because you have a small urethra. When you’re aroused, the swelling in your vaginal area makes the urethra even smaller, which makes it difficult for you to pass urine. What I’m going to do is use these sounds to stimulate and stretch your urethral opening. It’s going to be uncomfortable at first, but as you become more aroused you may enjoy the sensation.”

The doctor picked up a very thin metal rod and Lizzy squirmed watching him apply a clear lubricant to one end.

“Hold still for me, Elizabeth, I’m going to insert it now.”

Lizzy whimpered as the doctor rubbed the tip of the cool metal sound against her tiny little pee-hole. It felt weird, but not in a painful way. Slowly the doctor slid the thin rod into her. When it was about halfway inside of her, the doctor stopped pushing.

“There, now, is that painful at all, Elizabeth?”

“N-no, Dr. Hill. It just feels funny.”

“Good girl. Now don’t wiggle around. I’m going to touch your clitoris.”

Daddy stood there holding Lizzy’s hand and trying to hide his erection as the doctor used his gloved thumb to rub Lizzy’s clit. She whimpered and moaned, embarrassed but enjoying the sensation.

The doctor addressed Daddy, asking “Is she able to reach climax?”

“Yes, she climaxes often.”

“What is her preferred method of stimulation?”

“She enjoys penetration and clitoral stimulation at the same time. That’s the quickest way to make her cum.”

“I see. Elizabeth, I’m going to go to a bigger size now, it may hurt at first.”

Lizzy whined when the delightful stimulation on her princess button stopped. She opened her eyes and watched as the doctor selected a new sound, the same length as the current one but with a larger circumference. After applying lubricant to the larger rod, the doctor removed the first one.

“Ah, yes I can see you’re more dilated now. Let’s see if you can take this bigger one, hmmm?”

Sliding the new sound into her, the doctor was not quite as gentle as the first time. Lizzy winced and bit her bottom lip, but the doctor was focused intently on sliding the sound into her urethra and didn’t pay attention to her reaction. Daddy noticed, though, and started petting Lizzy’s hair.

“Daddy’s right here, darling. I know it doesn’t feel good, but the doctor is going to make you all better, babydoll. Be brave for Daddy.”

Lizzy squeezed Daddy’s hand and moved her head closer to him, being careful to keep her lower body still while the doctor slid the sound in and out of her. After a moment or two Dr. Hill started rubbing her clit again, soothing some of the uncomfortable feeling.

Daddy asked “how much longer do you think it will take, Doctor?”

“Well that depends. We need her to climax. Perhaps it would move along more quickly if you helped?”

“Yes, of course, Doctor. What can I do?”

“I’m going to stimulate her clitoris and her g-spot. Could you perhaps stimulate her nipples while I do so?”

Daddy nodded and smiled down at Lizzy as his hand moved over her tummy and up to her breasts. Daddy pinched and pulled on her left nipple just as the doctor inserted two fingers inside of her pussy, pressing against her g-spot and Lizzy moaned. While Lizzy was distracted by Daddy’s fingers playing roughly with her nipples, the doctor removed the sound and inserted an even bigger one, this time slowly fucking her with it while his other fingers pressed and rubbed against her g-spot, which was made clearly visible with the speculum still inside her.

“Elizabeth, what makes you orgasm the strongest?”

Lizzy blushed and whimpered, “when Daddy cums inside me.”

The doctor continued to press against Lizzy’s g-spot and fuck her urethra with the small metal rod. Even with all the stimulation, Lizzy just wasn’t getting close to having an orgasm.

“Elizabeth, would it be easier for you to cum if your Daddy put his semen inside of you?”

Lizzy nodded and moaned, her cunnyhole clenching at the thought alone of having Daddy cumming inside of her. The doctor noted her response and motioned her Daddy over.

“For the treatment to be effective she needs to orgasm and it just isn’t happening. I need to leave the sound and the speculum as they are, but you can stimulate yourself manually and ejaculate into Elizabeth. That will hopefully trigger her orgasm and we can finish the treatment.”

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She lay stretched on one of the lounge sun beds by the pool. The underwater pool lights provided an ambient blue glow and the cool night air felt delicious on her naked skin. She was on her side, one knee drawn up, her head snuggled into the coolness of a cushion. She was slipping into a light doze when she felt his hand lightly caressing her ass. The light, sensual touch of his smooth fingers as he traced her cheeks raised goosebumps and she hugged herself and shivered a little. She arched her hips in response to indicate she wanted more of his gentle petting.

The skin around her bottom and partially exposed labia tingled each time his fingers followed her crack to touch her between her legs. She felt sexy as his fingers gently probed the opening slit of her vagina and then felt wanton and horny as his fingers drew along her slit to probe her little rosebud asshole before continuing to the top and starting over again. She liked the tactile feeling of having her bottom explored and the excitement and lust the probing fingers ignited. The intimate petting made her feel desirable and wanted. Each time his hands slipped down her crack to her bottom the probes were deeper and more meaningful with a bahis siteleri promise of more excitement and penetration. She felt her pussy wetting in anticipation and opened her legs to indicate her desire for more and deeper stimulation.

With one knee drawn up she rolled a little onto her belly and arched her ass up as if reaching to accommodate his fingers each time they paused between her legs. She felt her wet cunt swell open from the delicate caressing of her clitoris. She liked the smooth rub of the fingers drawing along her crack from her clitoris to then slip into her wet cunt. She melted in pleasure at their insertion only to flash into the excited heat as his pussy wet finger penetrated her clenched little asshole. The stimulation of double penetration made her open her legs more and raise her ass to accommodate his fingers. The petting filled her with lust as his fingers slipped smoothly in and out of her making her want to seize the fingers, force them deep inside her and fuck herself wildly.

She liked how the intense foreplay made her feel, how her sexual tension built as the petting grew steadily more aggressive and intimate. It was nice to have someone lavish her bonus kodu with sexual affection in the most intimate way possible. She liked not being rushed and letting her excitement grow allowing herself to be vulnerable, open and eager for attention. She liked to have her legs spread and then to be touched, petted and fondled. She was unembarrassed knowing her ass and cunt were wide open in front of her lovers face to play with. She loved him playing with her ass, finger fucking her, licking her ass and nipping and biting her butt cheeks. It made her hot and she felt sultry and slutish and she wanted to rut like an animal.

There was a break in the rhythm and she felt his fingers slip out of her. A gentle pressure on her hip prompted her to turn over and lay on her back. She watched her lover push her legs wide, work his hands and arms under her butt and lift her. He leaned into her and took her in his mouth. The anticipation and warm wetness of his tongue and lips almost made her pee and she gasped. She laid back and closed her eyes to concentrate on the delicious sensation of being eaten. She felt his tongue just at the top edge of her slit slide down the side of her clitoris yeni slotlar 2024 and flick in and out of her pussy tasting her vagina. His tongue slid back up and lashed her clitoris, ratcheting up her level of excitement several notches. His wet, warm mouth and tongue felt positively sinful as he forcefully rubbed the sensitive skin between her clit and cunt.

There was a bumping pressure against the opening of her cunt and then a sudden fullness that caused her an intake of breath when he slid a dildo into her. The dildo slipped easily in and out and stretched and pulled the skin of her labia over her clit producing a delightful stimulation. He continued to lick her as he fucked her with the dildo and her sexual tension increased very quickly. When she felt her ass probed and a finger inserted she began to orgasm.

She forced her pussy further into his mouth and pushed her little hardon hard against his rubbing tongue. Her crotch felt hot and soiled and she suddenly recoiled and then bowed upward hard against his tongue and mouth. She seized his head and clamped it to her cunt and face fucked him as hard and fast as she could moaning and swearing. As she peaked she pushed his face away and went limp. She felt the glide of the dildo and his finger for several minutes, then felt them slip out of her and watched as her lover withdraw from between her legs, stand and walk into the dark without a word. Her pussy felt sated as she lay on the lounge and smiled.

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Chapter 5 — Film Fodder

Kat asked, “What about the tenth house on our circle of homes. I know we believe that someone else might join us, but has there been any thoughts about it, or who, or timing?”

Ty shrugged along with Dave. He responded, “There are no plans for it, but it easily fit in the design of the Circle. Owen will be the official owner of the home, but it’ll remain mostly unfinished inside awaiting residents who want to pick their decorating and appliances throughout. If you have any ideas, please talk to us or introduce us, or whatever is appropriate.”

Dev sounded out, “Yes, I have an idea, at least for the short term after it’s finished.”

Several people said, “Tell us.”

“We make it a guest house. We do minimum finishing, maybe not even all the rooms, but enough so that it’s livable and a little better than a room at the Motel 6 out by the Interstate. We don’t even finish all the rooms or floors or whatever.

“Since we’ve formed our group and feel about each other the way we do, the only visits from relatives has been when Alice and Julie’s parents showed up, and we know how well that turned out. All the other visits with relatives or parents have been us leaving here and going to them; what if they want to come here? After all, we are in a warm climate and winter will be here not too long after we move into the Circle.

“When relatives came to any of us heretofore, if they stayed with us, we just didn’t participate in our Circle activities those days. It was easy. When we’re all together, especially if sex is occurring on the patio or in the pool, it’ll be kind of difficult to avoid some kind of situation.”

Kat said, “Do you want to announce to your parents — or relatives — our lifestyle? My parents would react worse than Alice and Julie’s.”

Alice said, “Just to clarify, our parents have no idea of the grand scale of things here. They were upset because Pam lived with us and apparently I made love with her. We hinted about Owen.”

Julie said, “I sent them a change of address card, but never got an acknowledgement. I don’t know whether they think we’re all having sex or not. On the one hand, I don’t care. On the other, I hope that they feel the need to reconcile someday. Oh, and on the third hand, they would positively go ballistic if they knew the full scope of the Circle, including that Alice and I make love.”

Sean said amid some modest laughter, “On the fourth hand, I do like the idea of a guest house until someone comes along to really move in and be full-fledged neighbors.”

Clarisse had been mostly quiet, but she asked, “How do you invite somebody to join us? ‘Hey, we’ve got this little swinging cohousing project and we trade partners all the time, wanna join us and fuck all the time because we have one house available?'”

Dave said, “Be a little subtle, Clarisse; more like, ‘Do you like to fuck? Oh good, then we have a deal for you.'” There was more laughter.

Christie said, “You make me think about what will happen if word gets out about our little venture. Lots of people already know about it, plus we’ll have tradespeople in and out all the time. It won’t be a secret, and I’m sure our lifestyle will leak out someway. During the weekdays or when workers are coming, we’ll need some way to put the word out to cool it in the public spaces.”

Ty said, “Let me address that. For one, we will be a private gated community. We’ll all have remotes for the gate down by the main road. If we’re having anybody up here other than the mailman who’ll stay on Circle Road, we’ll want to know about it so that we can warn everyone to dress and behave appropriately. We have a security firm looking into cameras and other alerting devices.

“If some individuals or groups, say a church or something, wants to picket us, they’re welcome to do it, but by law they can’t block the access to our property. Dave, Owen, and I talked about this, and we’ve decided to also put a single lane road out the back to the neighborhood to our north. It’ll be gated like the other, but with even greater security. We want to hide and disguise it even. It’ll be for real emergencies, as you might predict.

“The official story we are giving out now and will propagate in a press release when some of the homes are completed will be that we are a circle of close friends who have formed a modern day professional commune. Who knows, maybe some of you will even start to grow a few things on the outer acreage around the project to help solidify that earth mother and earth father image.”

Roy said, “I apologize for missing some of the early meetings, but won’t the banks want to know exactly what’s going on. After all, they’ll be the real owners of most of our project.”

Ty shook his head, “No banks are directly involved with us except in the float loans we have now. The long-term bank is Owen. Our mortgages, as we complete the process and get ready to move in, will be with one of his subsidiary financial corporations casino siteleri that amazingly specializes in funding and propagating cohousing projects with various missions. Realize that we are small change compared to most of his business dealings. He mentioned that we get lost in the round-off error in some of his financial statements.”

The questions fell by the wayside as some of the men and women coupled up and started to get romantic with one another. Alice’s moans from having Dev suck on her taut breasts shifted the direction of the after-dinner discussion. Kat going down on Jack also seemed to disrupt things.

Grace motioned Christie to join her, as the two of them started to kiss and make out with a very willing Dave. Bathing suits and monokinis soon disappeared, and then some serious sexual play commenced on the various chaises and futons on the patio. Kat soon had Jack fully entertained as she lay back on one of the picnic tables and he moaned in satisfaction in front of her as he sank his meat into her. It was the first union of the two. Dori had decided that Roy deserved some serious attention, something he didn’t often get to do with her despite the two of them working in the same office.

* * * * *

Owen sat in a casual chair in Ty’s living room. Dave, and the other board members for The Circle Cohousing Project sat nearby, along with most of the spouses or other singles in the Circle.

Owen spoke, “I have a proposal — a request really — that I wanted to put to you as the board for our ongoing project. I would like your serious consideration, but I don’t want special consideration either because I once owned the common land the project is being built on or because I am the banker. In this instance, I am just another one of you with a request for consideration. It involves use of some of the land.”

Ty was presiding over the meeting. “The floor is yours, and we understand your desire for common treatment.”

“Thank you. I’ll be blunt in my proposal and then elaborate. I would like to build a paved runway and helipad along the northern edge of the property. The runway would be about fifty feet wide in a one hundred eighty foot clear-cut swath, and would be 8,000 feet long. It would not be visible to the Project because of the curvature of the terrain, but obviously noise from my plane landing or taking off would be heard, as well as any helicopter noise. During a busy week, there might be four to six small jet operations and four helicopter operations in that area. More typically, there might be one or two a week, and some weeks there would be none.

“I would also like to build a hangar in the northwest corner for the plane and copter; it could hold other aircraft as well, but I do not plan further craft for now. I might buy a smaller private plane, but that’s kind of iffy. If any of you were inclined to become pilots and use the runway or hangars, it would be available. The building might be visible to part of the Project, but I would like to plant conifers between to make the building relatively invisible from the residential part.

“I have checked with the local authorities and I can do this providing The CCP — you all — approve. Zoning is not a problem, and only a few neighbors might be concerned, but one of my staff has talked to them to alleviate their issues.

“Having the plane, helicopter, and home within a few feet of each other would be a huge convenience and time saver for me. I could do some of my work at home, and be ready to travel in a flash. We’d do some aircraft maintenance and fuel storage there, but that’d be serviced by way of the back road.”

Owen stopped and looked from person to person to see their reaction.

Ty turned to the board and others, “Questions? Concerns?”

Heather asked, “Will the area be fenced? I’m concerned about children getting into mischief or being in the way down there.”

Owen nodded, “Except for the perimeter fence around the entire property that is now being installed, I hadn’t planned on any, but I could add that. My feeling was that we were far enough away from the homes that younger kids wouldn’t be in the area. As for older kids, my personal experience is that a fence won’t stop them.”

Heather said, “OK. I guess I’m fine with that for now. If it became a problem you’d be willing to add a fence?”

“Absolutely, and I’ll put that in writing, say contingent upon a request from CCP board.”

Alice asked, “Will there be another access road?”

Owen said, “Oh, I forgot to mention this. Between the Project and the hangar area, I’d want a narrow road, just wide enough for one car, but more likely to be used by a golf cart or two to shuttle me and any luggage to the plane. This path could be the same one we talked about as the back exit from the property out to the other neighborhood in the north behind us; it’ll be gated and secure at all times. One would have to drive around the end of one runway to exit, but with property freespin bonus signage that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Will there be lights?”

“Yes, but they’ll only come on based on motion sensors around the hangar, or runway perimeter lighting triggered by the plane’s radio. Both will go off after a few minutes. Both are also related to safety and security.”

Dave asked, “What kind of plane?”

“It’s my Gulfstream 650LR. It’s new, with relatively quiet engines. I don’t have a helicopter yet, but I was thinking of a four or six-passenger model like a small Bell. So far, I’ve been renting the copter as I need it but it has mostly been spur of the moment.”

Sean asked, “What about costs to the Project?”

“There should be none. The Bennett Foundation and Bennett Enterprises will lease the land from CCP, so there’ll be a net positive cash flow to the overall treasury. The figures are on the other side of the one-page plot plan I passed out. It’ll amount to $5,000 a month above any taxes or other city assessments on the property that we’d pick up. We’d handle all legal fees to establish this as well, both CCP’s as well as our own.”

There was general nodding around the room.

Ty said, “Only a board vote is needed for this decision, but I would like to get a broader consensus from everybody here. To do that I want to pass out two different colored pieces of paper: beige for non-board members and white for board. I want a secret ballot as well since we all know and love Owen, but this is kind of a unique situation.”

Alice jumped up and helped distribute the half sheets of paper to everybody along with an odd assortment of pens and pencils. She then collected everything in a large Tupperware container.

Ty, Dave, and Kat went off to the dining room to look at the ballots. The others heard laughter at one point.

Ty led the contingent back into the room with a smile. He looked at everyone and then at Owen, “Mr. Bennett you have your miniature airport by unanimous agreement.”

Owen looked surprised. “Thank you one and all. I promised to make this have as little impact on the Circle Cohousing Project as possible. If you have any concerns or questions, please come and see me.”

A month later, the secondary road from the Project to the rear exit on the property was cut into the landscape and paved. A month after that some heavier earth moving equipment showed up to create the level strip through the land for the runway. Paving and such took another month. A prefab hanger was installed in the fourth month. Poof! Instant airport. But other things happened during those months.

* * * * *

Rachel’s svelte teenage body leaned forward over Dave’s nude form in cowgirl position. They were madly kissing. She was obviously impaled on his large cock and had been for several minutes, time enough for her to experience two orgasms and become a sodden mess of female lubricating fluids from waist to knees. Of course, her breasts were also covered in her juices because Dave had dined at the ‘Y’ and then slavered over her beautiful breasts. Her neck, face, and mouth were also alive with her juices for a similar reason.

Sean knee walked up behind the two, between their legs on the bed. He sprayed some lubricating fluid on her ass and then worked some of the excess inside her pucker. He coated his cock, and then said, “I’m ready; are you?”

Rachel said in an excited tone, “Yes, but please go slow. I want this, but I don’t want it to hurt.”

Sean pushed into her ass slowly as she’d requested. There was no significant progress for a minute or more, and then Sean put his thumb into the taboo space, pushing deep, and then quickly withdrew and pushed his cock into her again. This time, the head popped into her allowing the rest of his lubricated dick to slowly slide into the teen.

“OH, FUCK!” Rachel said loudly. “This is crazy. People actually like this?”

Dave said, “Rub you clit. Jill off, right now.”

Rachel started to follow his edict as Sean started to slowly move back and forth into her body. Dave also restarted his slow fuck of her pussy.

“OOOOOH, FUCK,” Rachel said loudly, this time for a different reason. She’d had her first orgasm based on anal penetration. She’d was DPed, but the effect had come from the tightness inside her and the stimulation of nerves no one had ever touched before.

Ty came up to the teen, and presented her with his cock. Her mouth instantly latched onto his stiff shaft, pulling him in and running her tongue around his glans as he carefully face-fucked her.

Rachel was airtight for a few minutes.

Ty pulled away.

Sean said, “Do you want me to stop? To pull out?”

“NO!” Rachel almost screamed. “I’m used to you now, and it feels good — really good. Fuck me — fuck my ass, and cum inside me — both of you. Ty, come back and fuck my mouth until you cum. I want to be dripping in cum from all of you. I want to be özel bonuslar the biggest slut here tonight.”

Sean said, “Babe, you are so tight, I’m not going to last more than a minute or two more. Every time you cum you’re whole body milks me almost to a climax.”

Dave said from underneath the pile of flesh, “I agree. I can only last a minute or two. With Sean in your ass, you’re really tight.”

Ty stepped back in position after jerking his cock for a minute bringing him closer to a climax.

The three men moved in and out of the writhing teen with renewed vigor.

Sean said a minute later, “Oh, fuck. I’m cooked. Cumming!”

Rachel said loudly, “Orgasm express cumming through. Oh, soooo fucking nice!”

Dave announced, “Me too.”

Ty grunted and cum started to surge from his cock into Rachel’s mouth and then splatter across her face as she pulled his cock from her mouth. Some splattered on Dave’s chest.

The teen and three men surged into one another as their orgasms took hold of their bodies and brought pleasure to each.

As they finished, Ty backed away, Sean pulled away, and Rachel rolled to the side off of Dave. All of them were panting and still savoring the climaxes they’d had.

Applause from eight others gathered around the massage table rippled into the night.

Grace moved to her daughter’s side and kissed her. “Oh, baby, you did so well. I couldn’t have done better myself. I’m so proud of you.”

“It was much better than I thought after I got used to having something back there.”

Alice stepped forward, “I agree with your mom, you did really well. DPs are not for everybody.”

Mike said with pride, “I’ve got it all on film. We can watch it later or anytime you want.”

Rachel said, “Would you make me a DVD or send me the vid by email or something?”

“Of course. That was championship porn. If you didn’t look like you were fifteen I could make a fortune putting that on the market, but if I did I’d get hate mail and have every government agency on my case. This one, I promise you all, is just for the Circle, and especially for Rachel.” Kat stood next to him holding another of the cameras that had recorded the airtight event.

Clarisse came up to the pair with her high def camera in hand, “I got a lot of good shots, too. I think between the three of us you’ll like the outcome.”

Kat stood up from where she’d been videoing the pornographic performance, “May I have the honor of editing the footage. I mean we all love Rachel, but this would be such a privilege for me and I’d do it with love for her and all our new friends.”

Mike nodded, “Baby, you have the job. I liked what you did with that co-ed that got fucked last week. I think you could make a lot of money in this business.”

Kat laughed, “And tell my parents I do what for a living?”

Mike thought about that, “I’ll give you some nature photography videos to edit, so you can share those with them. It’ll at least give you some credibility outside the Circle.” He thought a moment and added, “As for going public, I could see doing that with a front-end on it of some kind where Rach shows her driver’s license or something to prove she’d eighteen. Guys love the idea of sex with nubile teenagers.”

Owen said, “I need some very tame videos for the Bennett Foundation. Mike, you interested? If so, Kat could also edit those to further her respectable resume.” He was smiling as he spoke.

Mike said, “Absolutely. Let’s talk later and we’ll compare calendars, too.”

The group broke up, and those who’d been in the performance or filming drifted off in different directions.

Rachel lay sprawled out on the table in way that truly resembled a wet noodle. Alice came up to her, “You all right?”

“Oh, God. I’ve never been better. Monday, I am so going to one-up my nemesis at school with this. Sharon is going to eat crow.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, just some slut in my class that thinks she’s better than everyone else. She claims she’s fucked anybody worth fucking, and they’re all high school boys. I want to show her a picture of me being made airtight and tell her to stuff her amateur sex games up her loose cunt. She’s terrible and needs to be put in her place.”

“Picture?”

“Don’t worry. I won’t show anybody’s face other than my own. She won’t believe it anyway, but I’ll challenge her to try what I did. She wouldn’t dare even try anal sex, let alone be with three men at one time.”

“Just be careful. We do NOT advertise what we do to the outside world. This is where some maturity may need to come into play. You hold a number of reputations in your hands. Don’t mess up. Think about what you’re doing.”

Monday night Rachel showed up with an air of hubris. She winked at Alice.

Alice went over to her after she sat down with her dinner. “All right, what happened.”

“I took three shots of me when I was airtight from the video. I blanked out the faces of Ty, Sean, and Dave, and then when Sharon started to strut around telling how she’d been fucked by her boyfriend five times over the weekend, I just told her to stuff it. I told her that was child’s play. She should get some real men to service her.”

Alice asked cautiously, “And she said?”

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I saw Goody-goody sitting there with his head buried in a book, as we walked into my boyfriend’s apartment. I called him Goody-goody, but he was really just my boyfriend’s roommate. He was smart, he was shy, and he never took advantage of any of my advances. After that, he became Goody-goody and what I wanted most of all, was to corrupt him, make him bad. Like me.

“Outta the way, I gotta pee!” I said and made a break for the bathroom, but Tony beat me to it. We had been drinking and I needed to pee so bad felt like my eyeballs were about to pop out of my head. Standing at the door listening to him pee, didn’t help matters any. I would have used the sink, but the bastard locked the door.

“She’s all yours,” he said.

I pushed him out of the way and pulled down my jeans and panties in one quick motion. The water was flowing even as I squatted. The cold narrow rim greeted my ass, but it was too late to do a goddamn thing about it.

“Fucker!” I cried.

“What?” Tony asked innocently, looking at me from the corner of the door. His grin told me everything.

“Don’t you know how to put down a goddamn lid?”

“It’s bachelor pad rules here babe,” he said laughing and walking away.

“Bastard!” I threw the roll of toilet paper after him, realizing to late that I needed it.

“Bitch!”

“Motherfucker!”

“Cunt!”

I looked around the bathroom. Nope, no more paper. I might not have been bent over the barrel, but I was certainly perched on the cold wet rim of it. I swallowed my anger. At least momentarily. “I’m sorry Tony. Please bring me the toilet paper.”

I heard the refrigerator open and the sound of bottles clinking together. He laughed and walked past me and into his room, closing the door behind him.

“Goddamnit!” I kicked a shoe at the wall. I felt like wiping my pussy on one of the towels, but knowing Tony and how long it took him to wash anything, there was no telling what kind of yeast infection I would get from it.

Shit. Well, there was another option and it might even give me a chance to get back at Tony.

“Oh Goody-goody. . .” I sang, but didn’t get an answer.

“Jim,” I said, calling him by his real name. “Please? You wouldn’t leave a girl in distress would you?”

Good old Goody-goody. He came bearing the toilet paper, being a dear and trying to keep his eyes averted.

“I can’t reach it,” I lied. I spread my legs, giving him a clear shot. He refused to look down. I gave him my best come hither stare and looked down. Letting him know it was there for him if he wanted it.

I wanted him to go for it, just once. Take me right there in the bathroom and maybe help me get back at Tony.

Of course he didn’t bite. He was the perfect gentleman about the whole thing. The asshole.

Fuck ’em both. And speaking of fucking, Tony was going to have a surprise. I didn’t wipe at all, not one fucking bit.

I followed Tony into the bedroom. He was propped up on the bed in his boxers, smoking a cigarette, a bottle of Budweiser between his legs. He was well built and had an Italian look about him, but his accent was pure Idaho farmboy.

“You’re a pig,” I said, taking off my shirt and pants, and kicking his clothes out of the way, so mine would have a clear spot on the floor.

“We’ll see who the pig is later,” he said, giving me the look. “I’m gonna make you squeal.”

I climbed into bed on all fours, stalking him. I arched my back and swayed my hips, as I moved over his crotch. I grabbed the base of the beer bottle and mouthed the neck, simulating a blowjob. I knew how to work it. “Save any for me?” I asked.

“I saved you more than that.”

While I turned the bottle up and finished the beer, Tony cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples. deneme bonusu veren siteler As much as I hated to admit it, the bastard was getting me aroused.

I belched and tossed the empty bottle on the floor. He had too many clothes laying around for anything to break.

“Mmmm-” I moaned. “I’m so horny.” I slipped my panties off and straddled his chest. I ran my finger through the light brown hair of my pussy and into my folds. Letting him see how wet I was.

And God was I wet. The thought of him eating me and tasting my pissy pussy had aroused me more than I imagined. I spread myself for him. “Eat me baby. Make me cum.”

“Ha,” he laughed, picking me up and tossing me aside. “You probably didn’t even wipe yourself. But don’t you worry, I still got something for you right here.”

Tony moved behind me, sliding his cock up and down my slit a few times before ramming it home. It took my breath away. I liked fucking him while he was drunk. His strokes were a little longer, a little slower, but most importantly, he was a little rougher with me.

But something was missing tonight. I wanted him to lick me, to taste me when I was dirty, and I had gotten worked up about it. I wanted to do something naughty, and having my hair pulled, while he pounded me, wasn’t getting the job done.

I thought of Goody-goody in the next room over. He could be doing this to me. I thought of him listening and I felt the flames of desire begin to burn.

I grabbed the head board, banging it against the wall with every stroke. ‘This is what you are missing out on Goody!’ I thought to myself. ‘You coulda had this.’

“Spank my ass,” I ordered.

“What?” Tony asked, stopping mid stroke.

“Spank me goddamn it!”

“Shhh, Jim is in the next room.”

He tried to continue fucking me, but I tilted my hips back down to make it difficult. He tried to pull them back up and enter me, but I moved away at the last minute, teasing him.

Slap!

Ouch! My ass burned. I spread my legs and offered him my pussy. He thrust into my and pounded it home. Our bodies slapped together and he continued to spank me with every thrust.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

“That’s it. Spank me. Fuck my cunt, motherfucker!” I moaned. I almost came just from the thought of Goody listening to us in the next room.

“Shit-shit-shit-ohhh-shit. . .” Tony gasped.

“No. . .” I moaned, turning into the aggressor and pushing back against him. “Not yet.”

But it was too late, I felt his cock twitch inside me as he came. Tony collapsed on my back, softening quickly. Then he rolled over and passed out. The snores and my horniness kept me awake.

I couldn’t get the thought of Jim out of my mind. My Goody-goody must surely be as horny as I was. He had to be.

I slipped out of bed, cut out the lights and silently closed the door behind me. I was naked when I entered Goody’s room. It was perfectly silent except for the sound of my heart and the faint snores from the next room.

I felt my way to his bed, and gently slid beneath the covers. I felt Goody’s body against my own. To my surprise, he was naked. For some reason I never pictured Jim as sleeping in the buff. I pictured him as a pajamas bottoms and a T-shirt kind of guy.

I shivered. My nipples were hard and tight. I felt like a naughty schoolgirl. I felt hot.

‘Now or never girl.’ I rolled on top of him, pressing myself tight, and kissed him on the mouth.

He kissed me back and then pulled away with a sharp intake of breath. “What the-” He fumbled for the light. His groggy eyes widened with alarm. “Tanya?” he hissed. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

He was so sweet. “Baby, Tony was so mean to me.” I rocked my pelvis against his crotch. onwin I was so wet I was dripping. There was no way on earth he was could turn me down now.

“What did he do? Do you want me to call someone?”

“No baby.” I took his hand and guided in down below. He jerked away as soon as he realized he was touching the wetness of my sex. “Tony left me hanging. I’m so horny I ache inside.”

I ground against his cock and inhaled so he could get the full effect of my firm ripe breasts. “You’re not gonna leave a girl in distress are you?”

He held my shoulders, not sure what to do next. “Look Tanya,” he said. “You’re drunk and you’re probably not thinking straight. Here, let me help you back to Tony’s room.”

“Oh I’m thinking straight alright.” I slipped my hand below the sheets and grabbed his cock. It wasn’t erect. My confidence began to wane. What had I been thinking? And what was up with Goody? Was he a fag or something? Hell, there was no way he wasn’t attracted to me.

I was just about to run out of the room with my tail between my legs, and then I smelled it. Lotion?

My confidence returned full force, and it came with a extra helping of pissed off. I was horny and needed cock. Needed it bad. One was passed out in the next room and this one had wasted it on him self. What about my needs?

“You fucker,” I hissed. “You jacked yourself off already, didn’t you?” I looked around and spotted the bottle of lotion on his nightstand. His blush confirmed it.

My anger faded a bit when I realized that I had been the one to cause him to do it. Anyway, maybe he could get it up again.

“How many times?” I asked.

He blushed a bright red. “Twice,” he admitted.

The fucker. He probably wouldn’t be able to get it back up again. My own libido was beginning to cool. But all of a sudden the dirtiest little thought snuck into my head and I felt the flush of pleasure return to my cheeks.

I climbed up his body, scaling him like a mountain, until I was astride his head. “Don’t worry,” I said. “There’s other ways to please a woman.”

I knew he could smell me. God, I could smell me. I was ripe with sex. Overfilled with it and brimming with it and Tony’s cum.

It was his turn to tremble. His eyes darted away from my display. He turned his head and winced. “No,” he muttered.

I reached below his cheek and tilted his head back up, forcing him to look at my pussy. “Goody-goody, you’re a smart boy,” I said, smiling, the tone of my voice still slightly playful. “What do you think would happen if I called Tony right now?”

Absolutely nothing. Tony was passed out cold, but Jim didn’t need to know that detail.

“What do you want me to do?” Jim asked, his darling little chin trembled in fear.

“I want you to use your mouth on me.”

“I-I I’ve never done it before,” Jim stuttered, blushing even redder.

“Baby, you just enrolled in a new class,” I said. “Pussy licking 101. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you everything you need to know. When I’m finished with you, you’re gonna be a top-notch cunt licker.”

God, this was going to be great. Not only was he going to do it. He was going to do it exactly like I wanted.

“The first thing you need to know,” I continued. “Is that a woman doesn’t like to be rushed. So start off by giving me some very light kisses between my thighs, but not my pussy.”

It felt good, and if I wasn’t still buzzing from the drinks I could have appreciated it a little more, but I was already horny. I didn’t need much foreplay.

“Now lick my thighs,” I said. “See how wet I am for you?” My thighs were not only wet from my secretions, but from Tony’s as well. Goody’s tongue didn’t – couldn’t-discriminate.

“Oh Goody,” I yatırımsız bonus moaned. “You’re a natural. Now my pussy. No not inside, just the outside for now. That’s it. Pretend you’re my little pussy hair stylist. Comb my hair with your tongue and part it. Yeah, baby, that’s it, part it right down the middle.”

I wasn’t sure what it was about Goody, but I was on fire. It couldn’t just be his skill with his tongue. He admitted he had never done it before, besides he hadn’t really even touched my more sensitive areas yet. Was it because I held him within my power? Or that I was making him lick and pleasure my recently used pussy. Whatever it was, my pussy trembled in anticipation of his tongue.

I rose up a bit, just out of his reach and pulled my lips apart. “See how wet you’ve made my pussy Goody? You wanna lick it baby?”

“Shhhh. . .” he whispered, worried that I was going to wake Tony.

“Then tell me.”

Goody licked his lips. His eyes were as big as saucers. “I want to lick it.”

“Beg for it, Goody. Beg to lick my pussy.” I watched as white slime, Tony’s remnants and my own sexual excitement seeped out of my hole. “Hurry. . .”

“Please Tanya, may I lick your pussy? Please?” He just did manage to force it out. He was clearly uncomfortable. I think he must have seen Tony’s cum.

I wanted to make him beg some more, but the cum was going to leak out of my pussy, and I didn’t want to waste it. “Stick out your tongue Goody, I’m gonna cum on it.”

His chin trembled and his eyes winced. He might have been a virgin, but he had to know it was his roommate’s cum. He just had to.

“Please don’t make me do this. You were- you were with Tony,” he begged, his voice whining.

Yes, he did know . . . but it didn’t matter. He was mine.

“Maybe you should explain it to Tony then,” I said. “To-” I pretended to call.

“Shh. . .Okay I’ll do it.” He looked nervously at the door, as if expecting Tony to walk in and catch him like this, but most importantly, he opened his mouth

“Now stick out your tongue,” I ordered. “Further. Oh that’s perfect.”

Then I contracted my pussy and let him have it. Tony’s slimy seed poured from me and onto Goody’s waiting tongue and into his mouth. Goody’s face wrinkled with disgust. He made me so hot. “That’s it baby. I’m cumming in your mouth little Goody-Goody.” I loved saying that. It had been said to me before, so I could easily imagine what was going through poor Goody’s head at the moment.

God, it made me so hot. I sat down on his face, squeezing his head between my thighs. I rode him. I rode him like a horse. I rode his mouth. I rode his tongue. I used him. I rode him until I came again and again.

And despite his problem earlier, Goody did manage to get it back up. And when he did, I went down on him and sucked him to orgasm. I held his seed in my mouth, and then moved back above him. I pushed his cheeks together causing his sweet lips to part. By the look in his big doe eyes, he knew what I expected.

I allowed his cum to escape my pursed lips. It dangled down in a long strand. Stretched slowly down. Goody’s eyes widened in fearful anticipation. It dropped between his parted lips. I fed him his own cum and he took it willingly. I was so please with him I kissed him hard and passionately. We passed his cum back and forth, and then he finally swallowed it.

When it was over, I laid there on top of Goody’s hot sweaty body. I told him how sweet and wonderful he was. I told him this would be our little secret. I told him that he would have to do this again if he wanted to keep it that way.

Goody’s soiled face looked like the inside of a honey bun wrapper. He was so cute and so innocent. Well, he wasn’t quite so innocent anymore. I had turned him into my little cumsucker. He was mine.

I kissed Goody one final time, left him there, and then crawled into bed with Tony. I was still drunk and the room was spinning slightly, and my mind was spinning just as fast. I was making plans for my Goody-Goody, oh so many plans.

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Marty’s Visit

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Sunday morning had come. I was in my element. At last Marty kept his promise to join me for a weekend of bliss.

Marty? Well to cut a long story short I met him on the Utopia page online. We got chatting how you do about lots of things – but mainly our homosexuality and how that had been for each of us since we realised we were in this mainly heterosexual world.

Now Marty, after the third time of planning, had kept the date and I was happy. No,. I was much more than that, my dream of being with a real live guy had materialised and there was I, early in the morning, laying on my side in a king sized bed with a full blooded Scot behind me, sound asleep but feeling so good – his well pampered cock fitting snugly between my buttocks, feeling the warmth of it there tantalising my whole being even though it was half mast.

But not for long because just a little wiggle and a little squeeze remedied that and I was treated to the most wonderful feel of growing cock, even though Marty was still sound.

I was intent in partaking of one of my favourite sexual longings, to suck him – and this was special because if I adjusted myself very carefully I could enjoy him while he still slept.

For so long I had fantasised just how it would be with a real live guy. Looking back now it seemed so weird the things I did to try and accomplish that. My imagination coaxed me to do wild things like making an effigy of a guy in all his gear with – and this sounds absolutely crazy now as I think about it – with a good sized carrot and two potatoes placed in his jeans. With my imagination carrying me into those fantasies I was there, unzipping and finding the carrot-cum cock and it is amazing just how one’s imagination can work wonders when those sexual longings demand some sort of action other than just a good stiff wank.

I was there, closing my eyes and pretending it was a real live hard cock inside my mouth, bending to the most exquisite suck I could muster – my fingers feeling his balls.

The same carrot had been inside my ass just moments before. I’d sculptured one like to look like the head of a cock, p-hole cut in place and there was I running my tongue around the rim and prodding the p-hole like it was the real thing.

I guess, weird or not, it served a purpose and I spent many really soothing times laying in the floor with a well placed mirror fucking myself with a carrot – sometimes a cucumber, sometime s broom handle fixed for manoeuvrability. It all served a purpose but eventually the need for reality kicked in and I started to wander the streets in an endeavour to find a guy with canlı bahis whom I could really share my dreams, and it had to be a guy after my own heart, I didn’t want a quick bash in a toilet, been there, done that In my search for gratification, it was ugly, uncouth and I would never lower myself again.

Now I had discovered Marty and all my most secret ambitions were being fulfilled.- that carrot could never be so nice and wonderful, as real live cock, no flexibility and warmth combined with the scent and taste of cock ,made it an experience to remember and repeat again and again as I was now endeavouring to do, wondering how would it be sucking cock while Marty slept.

He was still in his soiled black and red rimmed boxers from last night – his deep fucking last night was so wonderful and good, the fullness of his wonderful length throbbing deep up inside was simply a thrill beyond any description and, as I moved my head to his crotch I felt I could still feel it inside, he’d fucked me so deep and so wonderfully

To take in the scent of our sex together the night before was enduring enough but the thought of sucking him asleep was another dimension, I wanted to reward him, if that’s the right word, for making it feel so lovely for me. I had never taken it half mast so this was different but nevertheless still thrilling, I wanted to actually feel it growing in my mouth and suck him deep and good, and the feel of his balls were so much better than a couple of potatoes. I laugh at that now thinking how sad that was, I told Marty and he responded: ” Well you have real tackle now to experiment with” and experiment I did. We were both having glorious times in the privacy of my bedroom those weekends he was able to come – and I knew by the time he left to go I would be well and truly satisfied, well fucked and everything, my body would be numb after his explorations and I would smell and taste of him, not wanting to wash until I had to, lamenting the everything of him afterward like he was still there, ravishing my asshole and squeezing my cock and balls the way he longed to do during our oral exploits, even the occasions he felt in the mood to have me leaning across his lap spanking me, stinging me like hell but all that being made worth while with what followed, that so wonderful spoiling with cream and touch – and the sensation of simply being wanted – that warmth and need – his head lodged tight between my crotch as he urged me to crouch over him and smother him. I cannot possibly explain just how good that felt but his deep French kiss immediately afterward proved to me how he betwoon appreciated that and it was an intimacy we shared again and again and vice-versa and I can tell, you, it is something very special and it has become like a drug to me, the taste and feel of his cock inside my all.

Now I felt him grow, The bulge was in my mouth as I was in my own little world enjoying that certain aroma and nectar of Marty’s stiff throbbing cock as I then heard the familiar moans from Marty.

He was awake sure enough and I had accomplished what I wanted, he complimenting me on the most wonderful awakening ever and how he would repay me with a good deep ass fucking.

But I was still mouth full of cock. Running my finger his along his balls – time passed and I didn’t want to stop,

“That is sensational Jason” he said.

I smoothed his lips with a brushing touch of my finger tips as, eyes closed I so loved the precious feel of it moving in my mouth as I sucked and licked it all from stem to tip and then back again, running my tongue beneath those wonderful firm balls, so enjoying all that he had to offer big time.

“Just a minute, Jason lets try this way” Marty said in that so sexy voice of his and next thing I knew he was on all fours, legs wide apart, his lovely balls hanging like grapes and his cock standing high.

“Lick my ass babe” he whispered in such an enduring way how could I refuse?, and besides the way I felt at that point I would have done anything he asked, I was so absolutely worked up.

“Like this?” I said running the tip of my tongue from under his ripe balls and along beneath to the rim of his asshole; like you do to me huh?”

He started to moan as I found delight in the feel of his asshole with my tongue, I teased it open with my small finger as he yelled with delight and he simply loved it, soon he was nesting his crop down over my head smothering me. I held my breath and enjoyed the taste of him to the full. He had a good firm ass on him and I just went berserk sucking and licking it all over until he announced in his demanding voice for me to then do the same, for me to plant myself on all fours and then, my mouth still full of the taste of him, he embarked on sucking me everywhere.

The feeling was just explosive – his strong firm hands grasping my buttocks so dominantly, stretching me apart and complimenting me on my ass. And then the delight of his fingers and tongue exploring and thrilling me, his hand slapping me firmly.

“I want you to bend over and touch your toes” he demanded allowing me to get up. I wanted to betwild do that for him and knew I was due for ten lashes of the cane. I felt the first come down on both my buttocks and he said to count and thank him for every stroke. Now my ass was stinging and I held my breath and gritted my teeth for the feel of the next stroke, hearing the familiar swish and contact just before the pain set in, making me jump each time, but putting up with the pain for his pleasure knowing that he would make amends directly afterward with the fuck of his thick fresh sucked cock, number ten came and my ass was numb, I felt the soothing of his hand smothered with body cream and as always, after such a punishment, sometimes like this and sometimes in my tight jeans, he’d have me deep suck him again as I still felt the tingling on my ass cheeks which had now changed to an immense pleasure zone, the beating done and the sexual delight in all that despite the pain

I knelt before him as he arranged that gorgeous cock so that it was level with my mouth and gave him the most deep and moving suck – knowing soon that the bulk of his pulsing delight would soon be in side my ass. I took him deep throat which he absolutely loved and I felt his hands clasp behind my head to push his cock even deeper into my throat. Almost gagging me but releasing just before.

“Now lick my shaft and beg for it” he yelled and I relished the feel of that, he was all cock for me, balls as well and I felt privileged that it was all for me longing to feel the pulse of it deep inside me.

Next he had me bent on all fours again, but this time on the bed, my wrists tied to the bedstead and my mouth gagged with his soiled briefs as I got the scent and taste of him all over again, combined with the thrill of his gradually working his cock head into my hole by way of grasping my buttocks again and moving me from side to side working it in this way and then that.

I just wanted to be all ass for him that he could fuck me for all his worth. The plunge said that he was ready and then the deep, deep thrusting, lifting my ass into the air with each thrust, my yell bellowing out for his fucking. Then the way he paused, just for a moment, we both feeling the surge of his throb inside me, his bulk stretching me as again he started to fuck.

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as it was hurting now, but the hurt combined with the pleasure was all part of it.

We continued to enjoy each other well into the morning and I was to feel the spurt of his cream over my face for the first time as I wanked him into oblivion

It is so nice being with Marty I never want it to end, but when it did, and he had to drive back 100 miles to take up his job the next day, I felt his deep fuck still inside me once again and longed for our next session which I knew would be full of exploration and surprise.

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In my first year at college, I had a boyfriend, David, who lived in a shared house with 4 other students, one of whom was his cousin Huw. I was his first lover, and he quickly progressed from inexperienced fumblings, to more accomplished sex with me. I’m not even sure we truly liked each other very much — but we did enjoy sex together and seemed to fill a need for each other.

David told me he’d always been curious about bondage, after he’d found a porn film belonging to his cousin Huw. I hadn’t tried this but had been curious also, so we agreed we’d try some mild bondage. I was a little nervous so we agreed that there’d be a “safe word”, when either of us felt things weren’t right we could say the safe word and the whole thing would stop straightaway. The safe word — “sausages” — was chosen to make us laugh.

We came back to his house one night, and after chatting briefly with his housemates, I knew this would be the night for us to try bondage. I was anticipating pleasure and I knew I looked hot and excited. I caught Huw’s eyes on my tits – well I was wearing a low-cut top that evening — and I felt pleased to receive attention from David’s cousin. I’d also noticed some men looking at me in the club that evening which David and I had been dancing at — surprising how easy it is to detect when someone is sexually interested..

David and I went to his bedroom, and we began by kissing and caressing, to get each other into the mood. His hands caressed my nipples, which were hard and projecting out through my silk top. I felt a direct connection to my cunt, moistening with excitement.

He pulled out a blindfold — I was amused to see this was actually an eye mask from a cheap airline — bahis siteleri and slipped it over my head. Immediately my senses felt more alert as my sight was taken away. Each of my wrists, in turn, was tied to the iron frame of his bed, using climbing ropes (as David enjoyed abseiling and climbing, so these were easily available.) He undressed me slowly until I was naked apart from my black high heels. I was positioned to be bent forward from the hips, my legs apart.

I felt vulnerable — but also very excited — aware that my arse and cunt were projecting towards him, and I thought he could probably smell my excitement as my juices were flowing. My clit was throbbing, my nipples hard and I was desperate to be touched… well, touched first and then fucked really hard.

I felt his closeness –his bodily warmth — as he reached round and squeezed my tits, pulling the nipples and taking the weight of my breasts in his hands. I could also feel the tip of his erection, just pushing gently at my arse — he was being careful not to directly touch my cunt or clit as yet. I’d always thought he was more interested in anal sex than straight sex, and it seemed I was right — I could feel the tip of his cock moistening and pushing against my arsehole. While I wasn’t anti anal sex, I didn’t feel in the mood right now and certainly wanted more attention to my clit. “Please — touch my clit, let me feel your cock in my cunt first” — I said to him, conscious of what a ridiculous request this must seem, surely he could tell what I wanted?

“I’d rather fuck your arse” — he said, trying to push his cock into my unyielding arsehole.

“Not right now — and not without lube” I replied. We argued radissonbet back and forward for a minute or two — which I found profoundly unarousing — until he walked out of the room in temper. I tried saying our agreed safe word but he didn’t come back to release me.

Hmm.. What now, I thought. I was still tied by my wrists to the bed frame, with a blindfold on, naked. David had stormed out — he was often quite childish like this — and I didn’t know when, or if, he’d come back. Not a good situation. I tried pulling on my wrist ties but they were pretty firm. Damn.

After a few minutes in which I felt increasingly annoyed, I heard the bedroom door open behind me. At last! — I thought — David’s seen sense and come back to apologise. “About time! Untie me!” I said.

There was no verbal reply but I heard some rustlings as if clothes were being taken off. OK, I thought, maybe his apology is physical.. I can live with that…

A finger probed my cunt as if checking for my status and readiness– quickly rubbed my clit — then I felt two warm hands move my legs further apart and the head of his cock pushed against my cunt. His hands went to my hips, spreading me further — and then he shoved his cock straight up my cunt so hard I gasped and almost came in the first moment. He pulled out completely and then fucked me again, harder and harder, stretching my cunt with his cock. I could hear his balls slapping against my arse and the sticky sound of our bodies meeting together. By this time my juices were running down my thighs. I’d never had anything like this before with David, I was amazed, and could only imagine the sight of us together, fucking as if we betsalvador wanted to bury ourselves in each other.

I came hard, in deep spasms, and instantly he pulled out of me. I heard him walking round to the front of the bed and then I felt his cock pushing at my lips. I opened to lick and swallow him, tasting my cunt juices and the sharp scent of his sex, as he pushed deep into my throat while his hands were on my tits. I was almost coming again from excitement, I could not believe how much I was enjoying this rough and wild sex. Still he hadn’t said a word to me.

He again stopped before coming, and moved underneath me to focus back on my cunt. First one finger, then two moved in and out of me…then three, I think. I loved it so much I was almost crying with desire and came, again, in a huge spasm that squirted my cunt juices over his fingers and hand.

“Do you know who I am?” –he said and my whole body stiffened. It wasn’t David’s voice. I felt a hot wash of emotions — embarrassment, excitement, shame, delight — and a little part of me thought “Of course! –David wouldn’t have been so good at sex..”

“I’m going to untie you”, he said, “and then I’m going to fuck you finally til I come. And when I come you’re going to say my name”.

I felt my wrists come loose from their ties — which was a relief as they’d begun to ache — and he pushed me down on the bed. My legs automatically parted for him “Good girl!” he said, with a laugh, as his weight came on top of me. This time he fucked me slowly first, then speeding up, and as I felt his excitement increase, I squeezed my cunt muscles round his cock. “Damn .. Yes!” he said, groaning as his cock was squeezed tightly by me. For the first time, he kissed me and I felt our tongues twine together greedily. With one hand I pulled off my blindfold as I felt his orgasm overtake him. He fountained into me with a yell, and as he came, I looked at him and said “Huw..”.

David’s cousin gave me a slow smile.

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Blind Man’s Bluff Ch. 02

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Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story.

This story is, as the name implies, the second part of an earlier story. Please reference that story for descriptions.

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Wes hung up the phone in an eerie silence. After having a wild, passionate night of sex with two young ladies, he had called his older brother Vic to tell him all about it. After a long conversation, his brother had told him that he was involved . . . with another guy. That had pretty much set Wes back on his heels. His whole life, he had tried to live up to his brother’s legend. He had always been one year behind, and he had finally given up. Now, the guy who had been seen as a god by his parents and everyone he had gone to school with had just dropped a bombshell; he was bisexual, and was involved (apparently romantically) with another male. And strangely, the thing Wes felt the most was relieved. If his brother wasn’t everything his parents had ever wanted, then Wes didn’t have to be either. Vic wanted to make sure Wes was o.k. with it before Wes got on a plane to come visit him. Wes was a little weirded out, but hey; Vic was still his brother. He was still going to go visit him, and he didn’t anticipating their relationship changing that much. But Wes was SO looking forward to his parent’s finding out. It would serve them right to have a little shock to their system.

But the conversation did have an effect, just not the one he might have expected. When his brother talked about his “friend,” he sounded happy. Vic had never sounded that happy before. Wes realized what it must have been like to hide his true nature under the façade his parents and community had created for him. Having that façade lifted and finding someone he seemed to care about had done wonders for his brother.

Wes wondered if he would find someone like that. His brother had suggested enjoying life, and it sounded like Wes was off to a good start. People aren’t looking to find someone even more miserable than themselves to spend their lives with. Wes had gotten a laugh out of that. The two confirmed travel plans, and Wes had hung up the phone.

A few days passed, and the day his plane was leaving was approaching. Wes had been deep in thought, trying to figure out exactly what he really wanted. The sex with those two swimmers had been great, and could potentially reoccur. But he wanted to be as happy as his brother had sounded. Did he need to start looking for a soulmate, or should he just play it by ear?

These were the types of thoughts that were floating around his head as he headed to the university library. He had gotten his class list for the following fall semester, and figured he would check out one of the assigned readings for the trip. Luckily, his university allowed that even over the summer for students who were of a certain status and had already enrolled in the fall. But like many first year students, he hadn’t spent nearly as much time in the library as he probably should have. He was completely unable to use the library’s antiquated database. He was completely lost. He went to the information desk.

There was a man there talking with the reference librarian. He had an air of pompousness about him. A three-piece suit (even though it was after hours during the summer), wide tie, small circular glasses, and slicked back hair completed his image. He looked like an accountant.

The librarian was a lean woman, but not thin-looking in the breakable sense. She had thick-rimmed glasses, and a nice-looking blouse that completely covered her medium sized chest. The rest of her body was obscured by the counter. Wes would put her age in the early thirties. But she had a delicate beauty about her. She wore no make-up, which was a shame because Wes thought she had some wonderful features that could be brought out, including high cheekbones and full lips. Her eyes, even behind those glasses slightly obscured them, seemed wide and beautiful. As he weighted for the man at the counter to conclude his business, Wes imagined what the woman would look like without her glasses and with her hair released from the severe bun she kept it in. He imagined she would be quite striking.

The man at the counter seemed to be finishing up, he leaned forward and kissed her very properly on the cheek. For her part, the woman just stared blankly off to the side. They exchanged cordial goodbyes, and the man wandered off. As Wes approached the counter, she seemed to be fiddling with her wedding ring.

“Hello,” he said, and she reacted as she had been awoken from a daydream.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there. Can I help you?”

“Yeah. Sorry, but this is so embarrassing. I can’t find a book.”

“There are some right over there,” she said with a bit of a smirk.

“Hah (pause) hah. I walked casino siteleri into that, didn’t I?”

“Just a bit,” she said with a laugh. She was prettier when she laughed. “Seriously, what’s the book?”

“‘Introductory Biology,’ by Smith and Greenwell.”

She checked her terminal. “One copy. Third floor. You just go up and . . . You know, it would be easier just to show you.” She looked around to verify that no one else was waiting for service. The library was pretty much deserted. She headed towards the stairwell, apologizing that the elevators were shut down for maintenance reasons. They chatted amiably about the weather, what classes he was taking, and if he had plans for the summer. Wes didn’t mind the idle chit-chat. She had a long skirt on, which clung to her hips and legs. She actually had a very nice ass, and her calves seemed strong and toned. He watched her butt move all the way up to the third floor, wishing that the book was a little further up the stairs.

They made their way along the narrow stacks of books until they came to book’s assigned location. She seemed confused as she scanned the shelves.

“It should be right here! Those twits who do the reshelving had better not have . . . Damn. I think it is still waiting to be put back. The problem with using students to do these things is that they are usually really anxious to leave for the summer, and don’t always get their jobs done first.” She shifted direction, squeezing by him in the narrow aisle. Her midsection brushed closely against his, and he found himself getting a little hard. He hoped she hadn’t noticed. She led him to a room in one corner of that floor of the library. There were piles of books all over the place.

“If you like,” she said dejectedly, “I could look for it and leave it for you at the desk for the morning.”

“No, that’s alright. I’ll help you look.”

The two maneuvered around the small room, bumping into each other several times. Wes could swear that at times he had caught her looking at him from the corner of her eye, but he convinced himself he was imagining it. At one point, she was looking at a high stack of books, and she stood on small stool to get a better look. Luckily, Wes saw her waiver before she actually lost her balance. He went over and braced her. He noticed, a little late, that he had done so by placing one hand directly on her ass. He was embarrassed and quickly removed it. Unfortunately, she had shifted her weight a bit when he caught her, and now she was completely off balance. He was forced to catch her. His member was more than a little aroused already, and her leg was rubbing against it as she collected herself.

“Thanks,” she said blushing furiously.

He was also blushing. “I’m sorry about that. I wasn’t watching . . .”

“Well apparently you were. You caught me.” She was still blushing as she turned away, apparently looking for the biology book on the tips of her toes.

“Are you o.k?” Wes asked.

“Yeah. I just . . . I saw you looking at me earlier.”

“I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just . . .”

“It’s just,” she interrupted, “that no one has looked at me like that in a long time.” There was a period of silence. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

Wes wasn’t going to let it go at that. “I’m surprised. I saw your husband here earlier. I can’t imagine anyone NOT looking at you like that.” He didn’t see her face, but he heard her sobbing. He moved and put a hand on her shoulder. She reached up as if to remove it, but just let her hand rest there instead. She turned around. Her eyes were mildly red from her brief crying fit. Wes looked at her, then gently removed her glasses. She looked confused, until he wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. She leaned her head and kissed his hand.

“I’m not sure how to ask this . . .,” she paused, ” but would you hold me.”

Wes wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into him. He had a major hard-on by that point, but didn’t much care. She just held her body next to his. She let her hand slide between them and rubbed the back of it against his member.

“It’s so big,” she mumbled. In response, he reached around and grabbed her wonderful ass.

“So tight,” he whispered in her ear. She began kissing his neck, and the kissed became more heated. He grabbed her ass tighter and pulled her up and forward, and she actually lifted one of her legs up and wrapped it around him.

“I’m not sure I should do this.”

“My question is, do you WANT to do this?”

She thought about it for a moment. She pulled away from him, and he thought for a moment she was backing out. But she reached behind her and undid her hair, letting it fall below her shoulders. Wes went to the door and closed it. He turned around and took his shirt off. He then shirked his pants and underwear, and put his clothes on a stack of books. She had been doing likewise. She was actually in pretty good shape. Her undergarments were very conservative, and removing them in front of him was making her nervous. He yüksek bahisli casinolar flipped the light switch to off.

“You don’t have to . . .”

“It’s o.k. Trust me.” He put his glasses on the stack of books and moved towards her. He was careful, as tripping and falling would probably disrupt the mood. He heard her as she finished getting undressed, which gave him a cue as to which direction to head. Finally he bumped into her by grabbing one of her breasts. It was warm, with a large nipple. He used his other hand to find its partner, and he was soon was massaging her very soft, if not overly large, tits. “You really shouldn’t hide these. You have a wonderful body.”

“You think so?” she said shyly. He suddenly felt hands wrap around his eight inch shaft. “Oh my God,” she muttered. “It’s huge!” She grasped it like it was fine china and she was afraid of breaking it. She stroked it fairly gently with both hands. Then she cupped his balls while continued to fondle his manhood. Her hands were so soft and so gentle, that he was afraid he might shoot his load a little too soon. Particularly when she started tugging on him like she was expecting change.

“Oh, hold on girl,” he said. “You don’t want this to end so soon, do you?”

“No, I want it though.”

“And you’ll have it. But first . . .” He got down on his knees and pulled her towards him. Her mound was lightly furred, but he hadn’t expected her to be shaved. He pushed her lips apart and lightly blew his hot breath into her opening. Her whole body shivered in his hands. He grabbed her ass strongly to hold her in place, and he started to lick. He wasn’t sure if she had ever been eaten out before, but he was determined to make this time special. He licked up and down, then stuck his tongue in and made wide swirling motions with it. He rubbed her mound and her clit, and stuck one finger inside her. And he repeated this over and over again.

She actually had grabbed handfuls of his hair, forcing his face to remained buried in her crotch. She was moaning like a woman possessed, and he was thankful the library was mostly empty. She had a particularly sweet aroma when aroused, like something inside her was waking up. While licking, he stuck the thumb from his right hand in her pussy, then quickly sunk one of his fingers into her ass. She jolted suddenly, and he moved to conduct damage control.

“Don’t worry. Trust me, it’ll feel good.” He sensed her uncertainty, but she didn’t object, and he felt her sphincter relax. He started twisting his hand back and forth like he was going to toss a bowling ball, and her moaning got louder. This new stimulation, along with the generous application of his tongue, took her over the edge.

When the orgasm hit her, she almost sounded surprised, sort of like the noise people sometimes make when they see a friend they hadn’t seen in quite some time. Wes imagined her eyes were wide open right now. She actually had to lean against a table as pleasure wracked through her body, and she knocked over a stack of books in the process. She was panting and making a lot of “hunh” noises, the last of which went on for several seconds. Wes never released his grip, and he felt her cum seep onto his face.

“See? I told you’d enjoy it.”

“I . . . I want more. I want it inside me.” She grabbed him by the ears and pulled him to his feet. He lifted her up and put her on the table where the books had been. With very little fanfare, he sunk into her needy pussy.

“Oh! Oh God! You’re splitting me in half! Don’t stop! Just fuck me!” Wes heard her flailing her arms out and knocking more books off the table. And Wes went to work as if he were a machine.

Wes started a tempo that was hard and fast. He felt his waist being encircled by her legs. He leaned in, located her breasts, and started to maul them with his hands and his lips. But while he enjoyed her mammary assets, his primary goal was clear. He was going to fuck this woman’s brains out. And she wasn’t going to settle for anything less. She had his waist encircled with her legs, and her arms were wrapped around his chest. Her fingernails were digging into his back, and he knew he was going to have some interesting scars in the morning.

Since he really wanted to take it to her, he stood up with her still attached to him. She was being held up by her legs and his dick. He began bouncing her up and down on his shaft. And if her grip wasn’t solid enough, she latched her lips onto his neck with enough suction to make a leech jealous, and he felt the hickey beginning to form already. He had enough presence of mind to keep one hand on her ass for support, so he reached all the way around with the other one and proceeded to once again stick a finger up her ass. There was no resistance at all this time. Just more moaning and more suction on his neck. And soon there was more cum as she let loose for a second time. Wes was glad he had a firm grip, because when her body stopped trembling and the cum stopped flowing, her entire body mobil casino went limp. He lowered her back onto the table and gave her a chance to catch her breath. He hadn’t pulled out of her yet, because her pussy was just too warm and inviting.

“I’m . . . I’m not done. Let me do something nice for you.” She pushed him away gently. He was regretful at the feeling of his cock sliding out of her, but it wasn’t unattended for long. He heard her slide of the table, and it seemed she was kneeling in front of him. “I haven’t done this before, so I hope I do o.k.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not far away anyway. Just take the tip and may be the first few inches. Cup the part that’s in your mouth with your tongue. Ooh, that’s it.” She was quick to please. “Now stroke the bottom of the shaft with one hand, and fondle my sac with the other.” Immediately, he felt her nervous hand wrapped around the root of his cock, and his testicles were also embraced. Her stroking increased in tempo and strength, but her handling of his genitals remained gentle and tender. She knew enough to keep her teeth away from his skin. And the fact that she wasn’t making the mistake of trying to take too much at once made it actually a very pleasurable experience. Her simple desire to please made this just as enjoyable as the blowjobs from either of the two swimmers individually (though together, they had blown his dick AND his mind). It turns out he wasn’t kidding either. He had been awfully close, and finally he blew his load. Luckily, the only part of his cock in her mouth was the head, and it spit his stuff all over her mouth. She wasn’t able to keep it all in, and he heard her coughing a bit as she gagged and spit some of it back out. But she had apparently kept a good amount of it in her mouth, because he heard the sound of swallowing.

“That was fuckin’ incredible,” he told her with complete honesty.

“I did o.k.?” she said. It sounded strange. She was at least a decade his senior, but she sounded like a little girl.

“You did better than o.k.”

“Oh shit! How long have we been up here?”

“Almost an hour, I think.” He went over to the wall and flipped back on the light switch. He found his glasses and looked over at the woman. Her hair was a mess, she had stripes of cum at the corners of her mouth, her body was covered in sweat, and she had a slightly glazed look in her eye. She had also put her glasses back on.

“Damn, that thing was awesome,” she said huskily, staring at his shrinking member.

“Why thanks. You’re looking pretty awesome yourself.” She had reached for her clothes. “Hey, do me a favor.” She looked up, slightly longingly. “Don’t put your panties on. Go without.” She looked hesitant. “You are fucking sexy. Every now and then, you need to remind yourself of that. If you don’t wear them, I guarantee you’ll feel sexier, and people will notice.” She just smiled and tossed her underwear to him. She put on her blouse, lovingly licking the remnants of his spunk from her lips. She pulled her skirt up, wiggling her hips to get into it.

“By the way,” he continued, “I didn’t even get your name.”

“You’re right. How very ungentlemanly of you!” she said with a smile. “But its Joan. Joan Cunningham.”

“Cunningham?”

“Yes. My husband is Thomas Cunningham.”

“Tho . . . Thomas Cunningham? Not ‘President of the University’ Thomas Cunningham?”

“The same. I’m surprised you didn’t recognize him. There’s a big picture of him next to the registrar’s office.”

“I am SO dead!”

She strode over to him, with a very sexy sway in her hips. “No, you’re not. He won’t find out. And if he ever does, I’ll make sure he doesn’t do anything to you.” She kissed him on the neck where the hickey was going to form. “Thank you. I don’t think I even knew how much I needed that.”

“Can I make a suggestion? Without offending?”

“Sure.”

“I’m serious. You could be so sexy when you want to be. Do you still love your husband?” She thought, and gave him a faint nod.

“He just doesn’t seem to see me anymore.”

“Make him. Go home some night, push him onto the bed, and fuck the living hell out of him. But not tonight. You look pretty well fucked right now.”

“That’s because I am. But you’re right. And thanks again. Hmm. That’s funny.” She reached down and picked up the book she had been sitting on. “Here’s what we were looking for.”

“I’ll treasure it always.” They smiled at each other, then one at a time left the room. She was back at her counter, which was still abandoned. He checked the book out and headed for his room.

He spent the next several days in fear that the university police were going to come busting into his room and gun him down, but that never happened. Apparently Joan had either kept her husband from finding out or had made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

The day finally came for him to go visit his brother. He got to the airport several hours in advance, but only barely. His car was sputtering a bit for the last mile. He would have to take care of that when he got back. He was unfortunately catching a redeye flight, as it had been the only thing in his price range. His brother had helped out, so he didn’t have to do the multiple-connection fiasco just because it was cheaper. And he got to keep the same seat on the same plane for the whole trip.

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