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Bobby had heard all the stories about Mr. Springer, but still liked being his assistant coach for the college swim team. They traveled all over the state, and Bobby enjoyed the long drives. He didn’t have to travel in the loud, hot team bus, either. Mr. Springer always insisted Bobby ride in his car.

As the season wore on, Bobby began to notice Mr. Springer taking every opportunity to touch him. Not inappropriately, at least at first. But he’d pat Bobby on his back and let his hand rest there, or give him a smack on his almost-naked bottom and let his rough palm idle there, too. Lately, he’d grip a buttock for a moment before letting it go. That would bring a flinch from Bobby.

The sudden intimacies and attention were somehow exciting for Bobby. He kept his excitement inside, but this unexpected reaction plagued him. Was he gay? Was Mr. Springer gay?

Rumors among some of the swim squad had the coach just that. Some of the guys said he would watch them shower, or stare at them while they changed in the locker room. Bobby never noticed this, although he did notice Mr. Springer watching him. He also insisted Bobby wear the team suit and a robe when helping at the pool or in coach’s office; Bobby could never wear street clothes and certainly no shoes. The swimsuit was tiniest of any team in their conference, and sometimes drew gasps from spectators when the team competed at some of the rural schools.

On one of the last meets of the season, as Bobby and Mr. Spring drove through a very warm spring day, Mr. Springer laughed at something funny and reached over and squeezed Bobby’s thigh. The hand stayed there and Bobby froze a moment staring at it. He looked at Mr. Springer, who had his eyes on the road. Then Springer’s hand began squeezing Bobby’s thigh and moving up and inside. Bobby didn’t pull away. He was glad for a moment that he was dressed and not in the tiny swimsuit, then an unexpected feeling of intense pleasure flooded him as Mr. Springer’s hand brushed his genitals. Bobby sighed involuntarily and Mr. Springer rubbed his crotch. Bobby whined a little plea, but Mr. Springer kept rubbing up and down.

Bobby gasped when Mr. Springer unzipped his pants and ran his fingers inside, easing out Bobby’s dick until if popped from his fly. He ran his fingers down the length of it, then suddenly thumped open the button of Bobby’s pants. Bobby moaned again as Mr. Springer deftly began working him off. In just a few tugs down its shaft, Bobby’s belly began jerking and his head rolled back and forth on the car headrest. Mr. Springer played with the tender cap of his dick and then squeezed slowly downward, milking the boy.

Finally, Bobby shot a spew of come into the air above his quivering belly and his body Gaziantep Binevler Escort arched up as he yelped.

He sat in the seat beside Mr. Springer as the car turned into their motel. Just barely 18, Bobby was unsure what to do. He felt embarrassed and ashamed, and yet excited at the same time. It was as if a pressure had been released from deep in his belly. As he began to give into this feeling, even his remorse at allowing this nasty episode to occur became erotically tantalizing.

As the car stopped, Mr. Springer looked around, the grabbed Bobby’s penis again and stroked it back to erection as Bobby moaned helplessly. Then the coach leaned over and began licking the come off Bobby’s belly. He nibbled and kissed the boy’s tender abdomen. He popped the seat back to reclining position and snapped open the boy’s shirt. Bobby was laid out on the front seat, naked and exposed down to the tops of his thighs. Occasionally raising his head to watch Bobby’s aroused wiggling, Mr. Springer continued licking and sucking Bobby’s belly.

Kissing up the slight mound of the boy’s abdomen, he licked the boy’s navel, and when Bobby jerked and made a little wail, he knew he had a sensitive spot. He methodically tongued Bobby’s navel, working him off the entire time. Bobby gasped and moaned. Mr. Springer spiraled in the tender socket, allowing the wet tongue to plumb it thoroughly, then closed in on the central kernel in Bobby’s belly, which he swabbed mercilessly. Bobby made a low moan each time his coach’s tongue skewered him.

When the boy was fully hard, Mr. Springer gobbled his dick to the root and stroked it as the boy quivered under him. Bobby looked out the windows occasionally, making sure no one was witnessing this, then Mr. Springer’s talented mouth bled all energy out of him and he undulated back into recline.

After a few minutes, the boy exploded with come again, and Mr. Springer swallowed in all, then lapped the boy’s dick clean.

Bobby squirmed on the reclining seat as Mr. Springer finished his exacting licks of the boy’s penis. He was confused and a little scared. Unsure of what would happen next, he froze as Mr. Springer got out of the car and began unloading their luggage into the room. Then he came to the boy’s door, opened it and pulled him out. Bobby tried to cover himself, but Mr. Springer batted his hands away and brought him into the room.

He closed the door and pushed Bobby up against it. He watched the boy, a moment, sighing and half-naked against the door. He kissed him deeply and Bobby’s head rocked back, a gurgling moan pouring out of him. Springer felt his young student’s naked belly grind into him, quivering in nervous excitement. Squatting, he stuck his mouth to the boy’s belly, leaving inflamed hickeys as he sucked the boy’s flesh until Bobby wailed at each welt. Then he moaned and begged a little when Springer’s lips again glued themselves to Bobby’s navel; the coach sucked at it cruelly, bringing whimpers from the teen. The tugging in the tender zone seemed to pull a cord deep in Bobby, one connected to his dick. Then Springer’s powerful tongue gouged in the sensitive cavity; the boy’s trembling belly, moist and salty with sheen of sweat, inflamed the coach with lust. Never taking his mouth from the hollow in Bobby’s belly, he pulled the boys’ shirt down his arms and then his pants down his trembling legs. Each movement brought a groan from Bobby, since it seemed to pluck at the sensual cord Springer’s insolent mouth tugged in his belly. When the boy was fully naked, Mr. Springer tongued Bobby’s navel awhile longer as the boy moaned and bowed out his back to him. The intense sucking interspersed with Springer’s relentless tongue in this erogenous spot sent fire into Bobby’s belly and he felt himself becoming hard again.

Finally, Springer popped his mouth loose from Bobby’s belly with a loud smack and gasp from the boy.

Mr. Springer rose and walked Bobby to the bed. Bobby sat, then lay on his side as Mr. Springer doffed his clothes. Seeing him naked finally, Bobby was unnerved at his hairness and size; Mr. Springer’s dick looked a foot long. He sat on the bed beside Bobby and rubbed his arm. Bobby couldn’t look at him. When Mr. Springer leaned over and kissed Bobby’s neck, the young man almost jumped off the bed. But the feel of the man’s lips on his skin was exciting, he couldn’t deny it. The kiss was warm and wet, expanding to a gentle but insistent suck.

Mr. Springer rolled Bobby onto his back and lay down on him. He kissed his lips and Bobby let out a nervous snort from his nostrils. This couldn’t be happening. He was allowing a naked man to press himself into him, to kiss him — and it was exciting, arousing. Bobby wondered if he truly was homosexual.

Mr. Springer began sucking at Bobby’s neck as he kissed him, always returning to the teenager’s now-yearning lips. Finally, he tongued and sucked each of the boy’s nipples to painful erection and knelt between the boy’s thighs.

When Mr. Springer coated his mammoth dick with massage oil, Bobby grew frightened. He still couldn’t believe this was happening. Surely Mr. Springer didn’t intend… to fuck him.

Bobby trembled when his coach pulled his knees apart, spreading the boy’s thighs wide on the bed. He looked down at Bobby a moment, and the teen was terrified when he felt Mr. Springer’s mammoth dick bob a moment on his belly, stretching up past his now-tender navel. When Mr. Springer put the tip of the dick at Bobby’s asshole and eased it inside, the pain made Bobby jolt. A ripple of tension ran down his torso. Mr. Springer watched Bobby’s wiggles intently.

Bobby expected it all to stop at any moment. His coach couldn’t intend to go through with this.

“I can’t… ooooo…” Bobby began, cut off by Mr. Springer’s dick easing a little deeper into him. When it was in a few painful inches, Mr. Springer began fucking him, stroking in and out of the boy.

Bobby stared up at Mr. Springer, but avoided his eyes. As the dick eased ever deeper with the stroking, a warmth began to radiate in Bobby’s belly. Mr. Springer began going much deeper with his strokes. Grabbing Bobby’s own dick, he worked him off as he did so.

“Please… wait… oooooo” Bobby moaned and hissed as the dick pushed ever-deeper into him. After a few strokes of fucking, Mr. Springer would begin poking a little further in his young assistant. After awhile, Bobby realized Mr. Springer was sinking several inches of throbbing dick into his twitching anus. Bobby felt its curved tip raking inside him.

Suddenly, Mr. Springer leaned forward and stuck Bobby deep in his belly. Bobby lost himself as Mr. Springer skewered him to the hilt, all the foot-long dick now in the squirming boy. Bobby could feel the blunt head course deep into his guts.

“No… take it out… I…uh!… ahhh!… ooooo!” Bobby begged, his voice melting away into a moan as Mr. Springer began relentlessly deep-stroking him.

The teenager’s whimpering pleas slowly became gasping breaths, and then, at last, deep sighs and thumping moans as Mr. Springer hungrily plunged into him. At each deep thrust, Bobby’s midsection arched upward to handle the intense penetration. Mr. Springer was mesmerized by the boy’s wiggling tremors as his fear and pain melted into swooning desire.

“Oooo… yes… yes, ” he whispered.

“Do you like to be fucked deep?” Mr. Springer asked, grunting with effort as he plunged his dick into Bobby.

“Yes… fuck me… fuck me deep,” the boy replied, gasping and moaning. “Ooooo… nnhhh…. uuhhh.”

Mr. Springer now was fucking Bobby in regular rhythm with the entire length of his rod. He’d pull out almost all the way, then send the huge dick plunging back into the quivering boy. Over and over. Bobby made deep little groans edged with alarmed whine when Springer’s dick skewered his guts to the very limit. It seemed to Bobby the shaft was stinging him deep with its very tip, and he began to feel it bursting a knot in the very nut of him.

Finally, both of them came in a frenzy of bucking and shaking. And they collapsed together.

Later, Mr. Springer took Bobby to the shower, lathered him up, and fucked him from behind. Back in bed, he fucked the boy raw and made him come until he was drained.

Neither of them spoke of it again.

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Duncan Cyrus, age 23, Nanny

Get this people, when I was still a baby my parents hired a nanny to take care of me. I didn’t even remember her until my parents told me about her a week before I am writing this entry. Apparently my mama had become a workaholic and only took off for maternity leave for only three weeks after I came home. So they hired a half-stay nanny to take care of me. It was only for three years until I entered pre-school.

I have a good memory, I know this, but why in the hell did I not at least remember the last year or month with my estranged nanny. My mama showed me some pictures of her. She was, at the time no more than 25, maybe 26. My mama told me she is half-Wichita and half-Mexican. She had medium complexion, long black hair, wore colorful arrangements, and body body body for weeks. Which pisses me off even more that I didn’t remember her.

Apparently I was always sleeping on her and laughing and giggling. She would talk to me in three different languages mixing them up depending on her mood. I wasn’t the only child she nannied either. Apparently she was famous in our neighborhood. I didn’t throw fits when she left from what my parents told me. Then again, I always worried why I had memorabilia in my room. I just thought my parents bought the stuff for decoration or some way for me to be into other cultures.

I looked her up one night after work. She had moved around a lot due to children she nannied. I finally got a hold of her and had to divulge quite a bit of information for her to remember me. Makes sense because it has been twenty plus years since she saw me. She Gaziantep Oral Escort was currently living in Oklahoma with a family still as a live-in nanny. She said her time would be up by the end of the week and she would like to see how I grew up. I waited with mixed feelings. I mean, for three years that woman cared for me. Should I have just hugged her, gave a handshake, I didn’t know.

When we met again we decided to meet up at a restaurant. It is famous for its pork chops and steaks. We chatted innocently enough, but I definitely didn’t remember her being very touchy. Not in a bad way, she just liked being close. I told her about my college experience and the jobs I had. She congratulated me with a hug and some rubs on my arms.

To be honest I was too occupied with the first image I saw of her when she arrived. She wore a floor length dress with a cardigan, her hair in a ponytail, she had contacts in and I’d wished she had glasses on. Her skin is a very medium complexion of brown and red. She sat next to me in an upright manner, I thought she was nervous or something.

Our chatting was more about how I had been a very good baby. Surprised me, because I thought I was a brat. Didn’t cry a lot, curious about stuff, and loved it when she sang. When she talked I enjoyed how her cheeks puffed out and sunk in as her facial expressions changed. After our meal I was going to go back home because I had a tiring day but she insisted I stay out longer. I reluctantly accepted because I didn’t want to appear as a fuddy duddy.

She followed me to my place and then I hopped into her suv and we drove to her place. The way there she caressed the inside of my thighs. To be honest I was a bit shocked. This was my nanny, the woman who changed my pampers and things. Still, that apparently didn’t stop my manhood from reacting in a stiff way.

Arriving at her home I was surprised it was a two-story. Inside, it was earthy: browns, beiges, greens, and some yellows. She offered me tea but I declined. I don’t like tea. She commented that even when I was small I couldn’t stand it. She guided me to her couch and we started watching a movie. I remembered it somewhat, or déjà vu I believe is better to say. The movie was about this stocky Native American girl and how she grew up in the inner city. She dated outside her race a myriad of times. She was cute and plain, but intelligent and quick witted. She had a friend, a male at that, whom was always there for her at the right time. Looking back on it I was too young to watch that movie. Drama, killing, sex, strong language.

Half-way into the movie my ex-nanny laid across my lap. She had changed into a lay-around dress and saw her wide butt fill it out. My hand had a mind of its own and it came across the area harder than I expected. She jumped a little but didn’t say anything. For the rest of the movie I massaged all over her lower region. I suppose I did it as an apology. She turned face up and asked me why I hit her bum so hard. I told her it was calling me to do so.

She chuckled and playfully slapped my face. She rose up and then kissed me on my lips. It was very sensual. I palmed both her breasts and she wrapped her arms around my neck. As we kissed I swirled her titties in circles. She moaned in my mouth harmonically. I maneuvered my right hand down to her hip. I enticed the area, that wide area. I then pinched her left nipple. That caused her to inhale and exhale sharply. She moved her hands to my cheeks. It was more nurturing than seducing or playful.

She hungered, I suppose that’s a good word, for my tongue. It’s a very good feeling having your tongue sucked on. Then she would flick hers on top of mine. All the while both of my hands were groping her humongous derrière. Good thing she wore a dress. Her flesh felt like putty in my hands. Her labia must’ve found the tent I had set up and she rocked her voluptuous hips over my pants that made me precum inside my pants. It was torture, but I endured. I had never just enjoyed a make-out session to that caliber. I dropped my mouth to her chest. I placed kisses and licks all over her valley. She rubbed the back of my neck and teased my ears. I climbed up to her neck and cupped her face in my palms. It was so sensuous and erotic all at once.

She then peeled my mouth away from her neck, got off me, then walked me to her room. She laid on top of me trying to suck my air from my lungs. With her heaviness I could barely get in gasps. Still, my rock remained firm and stoic. She began giving me a body rub. It took me to the edge and back again. When I finally came I grunted in her mouth and she kept her suction. When I finally got a decent breath I was in heaven. My heart beat was fast but it didn’t hurt. She placed her ear on top of my chest. She listened to my heart until it rocked her to sleep. I lied there dumbfounded to how I could be so satisfied to such a technique. She definitely knew how to take care of me.

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Long Weekend Sex-Fest Pt. 01

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Prologue…

This is the first part in a long series and is intended mainly as an introduction. As a result sexual activity is minimal, but the pace does increase in subsequent stories. So please bear with the lack of sex here in part one. Thank you.

*****

While dining out with Bill and Rita one evening, the subject came up of how long it was since our one and only foursome. Close to two months. Way too long, especially since we all had such a terrific time. Since it was so long Rita suggested with the upcoming three day Labor Day Holiday weekend that we make special plans to spend it together. Have a sex-fest as she called it to make up for lost time.

After a short discussion we all eagerly agreed then strategized on the best place to spend it before settling on Bill’s place.

So you’ll know, Bill has a fabulous “Lincoln Log” home in the country. Log cabin house for those of you not familiar with the term Lincoln Log. Not a “cookie cutter” log cabin, but custom designed and built. A split level style home with the upper level consisting of three bedrooms and two full baths. Lower level is a wide open format that includes a great room, half bath, large open kitchen and adjoining dining area.

The back of the house has a covered deck the full length of the lower level that overlooks a beautifully landscaped yard with an in-ground pool and hot tub.

It’s located on fifty acres of which most of the land is woodlands and the house is at the end of a quarter mile long driveway, or gravel road. Very remote. Privacy like you wouldn’t believe since the nearest neighbor is nearly a half mile away.

I won’t bore you with the details about how Bill could afford such a place, but it would be perfect for our long weekend together where absolute privacy would be a must.

We decided to spend three nights and days together beginning late on Friday and ending Monday afternoon on the Labor Day Holiday. Then we made a list of who would bring what as far as food and adult beverages. Cooking would be kept simple. Mostly things that could be prepared on an outdoor grill, all except breakfast. No sense wasting valuable time cooking fancy meals that could be better spent on other activities.

Once all the details were worked out we finished dinner and headed home with obscene thoughts in our heads about what could, or would be a fabulous sex-fest as Rita called it.

The Labor Day weekend couldn’t arrive fast enough for all concerned. I spoke to Rita a number of times beforehand and she was excited, if not more so than I was about the long weekend together. Been a while since either one of us had a cock other than Bill or Walter’s respectively. While we weren’t complaining, the thought of yours truly getting it on with Bill again, and Walter and Rita doing the same kept us both in a full state of arousal almost constantly. As the old saying goes…variety is the spice of life.

Plus Rita wanted to fulfill her fantasy of a double ass-fucking. Which no doubt Bill and Walter would be more than happy to accommodate her.

Finally the long Labor Day weekend rolled around. Walter and I arrived first at Bill’s place around 4:00 in the afternoon. Rita pulled in within minutes behind us. Bill greeted everyone and helped with unloading the cars. Food, beverages and personal belongings were all brought in the house.

We left our personal stuff at the base of the stairs to the upper level bedrooms so we could put away the food and beverages. Gaziantep Emek Escort Then we all gathered on the large outdoor deck. Bill got a beer for Walter and him and wine for Rita and I. Then he cooked hamburgers on the grill.

After we consumed the hamburgers we got down to establishing some “ground rules”. First thing we agreed on is that clothing would be optional. Both indoors and out. Fortunately the weather was going to be hot for the long weekend, which made it perfect for using the pool and other outdoor activities.

Secondly we decided Bill and I would sleep together as well as Walter and Rita. Be a first for me literally sleeping with another man after being married to Walter for so many years. Too many to mention here. Walter too as far as sleeping with another woman.

Other than those two simple ground rules everything else was left to evolve on its own.

Since it was still early we decided to take a quick dip in the pool to cool off then sit in the hot tub to relax until the stars came out. Rita and I stripped naked and headed for the pool while Bill and Walter tidied things up on the deck first.

The pool water felt good on our naked bodies since it was still hot in spite of it being around 7:00. But it wasn’t long before Rita and I began to get the chills from the cool water. When we did, we decided to vacate the pool for the hot tub, which Bill kept at a comfortable 90 degree temperature in summer.

I didn’t mention in the previous posted stories about our first foursome that Rita is a redhead. About as red as they come. A “Carrot Top” as people with her naturally orange-red hair are sometimes described or called. Her pubic hair is naturally red also, and as I mentioned before, Rita has a very hairy bush. And as expected with most people with naturally red hair she has more than her fair share of freckles. About as Irish looking as they come. The combination of both, red hair and freckles, gives Rita the appearance of being a lot younger in age than she is. Late 50’s.

In case your curious. I’m just the opposite of Rita, with very little pubic hair. As I aged it seemed to get even thinner. It’s so sparse and fine that if you put your hand on my pubic mound without looking first you’d swear it was shaved. Plus my pubic hair is very light in color. Light brown or dirty blonde, so visually it even looks to be shaved at first glance because it’s so light and fine.

We both exited the pool for the hot tub while Bill and Walter were just getting in the pool. After the chilly pool water the warmer hot tub felt good. The in-ground hot tub is enormous. It could hold ten people easily. In spite of that Rita sat right next to me. When she did it wasn’t long before I felt her hand on my inner thighs. All while rubbing them ever so gently.

“I hope you don’t mind?” she asked.

“Quite the contrary.”…I replied. “Your hands feel wonderful. Maybe too good.”

Rita smiled and kissed me. When she did her hand moved to my pubic mound and began rubbing it while one finger found it’s way to my clit. When it did I spread my legs apart, which she took as an invitation to rub my clit even more than she already was.

It wasn’t long before I found myself starting to hump her finger, but just as I did we heard Bill and Walter get out of the pool. Walter joined us immediately while Bill got more beer for him and Walter, and a bottle of wine and some glasses for Rita and I.

When both Bill and Walter were in the hot tub Rita sat next to Walter and I with Bill. It wasn’t long before I noticed Rita was slowly stroking Walter’s cock under the water. Same scenario with Bill and I, which didn’t take much effort on our part to get their cocks hard and fully erect.

Then I asked Bill if he would like a blow job. I know, stupid question, but it’s something I rarely do without asking first. Or at least mentioning it. Same as I would never expect anyone to assume I would just suck their cock.

“Please do Lacey. And if you don’t mind I would like to cum on your face like I promised.”

“I’m glad you remembered, and keep your promises.”

Bill sat on the top edge of the hot tub with his legs bent at the knees and the lower legs dangling in the water. After he did I got between his legs while still in the hot tub and took his fully erect cock straight into my mouth deep as it would go.

Not to be left out, Walter and Rita decided to join us. Walter sat next to Bill and as soon as he did Rita positioned herself between his legs and took his long cock straight into her mouth also. Then we both proceeded to mouth fuck their cocks while sucking furiously. So much so we could easily hear the slurping sounds we both were making as we sucked their cocks. You’d think we were sucking on popsickles instead.

Once again I could comfortably take all of Bill’s six inch cock deep in my mouth and throat while Rita as before had to struggle a bit with Walter’s much longer eight inch dick. But as she did the one other time, she managed to do so with minimal effort.

Wasn’t long before both Walter and Bill were ready to cum, and when I sensed Bill was I readied myself to take his cumload on my face. With Rita it was a different case, she wanted Walter to cum deep in her throat since the last time she sucked his cock he unloaded on her face.

Then both Walter and Bill began to moan while their respective cocks started throbbing ever so slightly in our mouths. A sure sign they were about to cum. As soon as it was obvious Bill was I released his cock from my mouth and held it with one hand just behind the cockhead while pointing it directly at my face. As I stroked it ever so gently the first load of cum shot from his swollen glan and landed on my nose. Then as I continued to milk his dick a second cum shot landed on my lips. Which I lapped up with my tongue and swallowed. At least three more streams of hot cum shot out of his throbbing cock, which all but covered my face with his thick creamy semen. All except my eyes, which I was careful not to get any in them.

I know, kind of slutty taking a cumload on one’s face, but it’s something I’ve come to enjoy as I’ve gotten older. When younger I was never keen on it. Especially after the time my husband Walter shot his first cumload on my face. Unknowingly I left my eyes open and a shot of cum landed in one eye, which stung like crazy from the salt in semen. Which also gives it its bitter-sweet taste. Afterwards I shied away from facials for a while, but continued to let Walter shoot loads on any other part of my body. Which is always enjoyable for us both.

As time went on I eventually started taking Walter’s cumloads on my face again. Albeit cautiously so as to never get any in my eyes. Might sound strange, but the best way to insure you won’t is to wear glasses. Although that’s not always possible. With some adjustments on my part I now love the feel of hot cum splashing on my face after I’ve sucked cock. Same with taking a cumload in my mouth, which I also learned to enjoy as time went on. There’s no better way to end performing fellatio than taking a cumload in your mouth and/or down your throat. I wouldn’t have it any other way now. Not forgetting how enjoyable it can be for who’s cock I’m sucking.

At the same time Bill was plastering my face with cum, Walter was shooting his first loads deep into Rita’s throat as his long cock was entirely embedded in Rita’s mouth. So much so Rita’s nose was buried in his pubic hair. Then Walter eased his cock out a bit and filled her mouth with the rest of his cumload. All which she took willingly and hungrily.

As for me, I loved the feel of Bill’s hot cum splashing on my face and was disappointed when he stopped ejaculating. Then with my face still covered in cum I sucked his cockhead to get any remaining drops before I stood up and kissed him passionately.

After thanking him for the facial I completely submerged myself in the hot tub to rinse it clean. Much to Bill’s displeasure since after I did he informed me he wanted to lick my face clean. Which I promised next time I’d be sure he did.

As for Rita, after she swallowed the rest of Walter’s cumload she continued to suck Walter’s cock until convinced he was fully drained.

“Simply delicious.”…she said. “Between you and Bill, it’s a toss-up who’s cum tastes better.”

Speaking of which, the taste of semen can vary greatly. While always a bit salty what someone has eaten in the prior 24 – 48 hours can effect the taste significantly. As an example anything with garlic would be a no-no. Fortunately for yours truly, between Walter, Bill and David, all of who’s cum I’ve taken in my mouth relatively recently, none ever tasted bad. Which is a big plus.

Afterwards, we continued to lounge in the hot tub until the stars made an appearance. Then with Walter, Bill and Rita being tired from a busy work day that before a long holiday weekend usually is, we decided it was time to call it an evening.

Once upstairs Walter, Rita and I unpacked, then we used the bathrooms before retiring to our respective bedrooms.

All three bedrooms are nearly identical. The master bedroom is no different than the other two. Plus it didn’t have a master bath by design. The two upstairs bathrooms were off to each side of the hallway leading to the bedrooms. Both were identical. Very large with a double vanity and a huge shower. About 6 x 4 feet in size with double shower heads. The shower stalls even had a small bench built into the wall, which made for some interesting possibilities of things to do other than showering. Something that was now on my list of “to dos” before the weekend was over.

Bill used the bathroom first followed by yours truly. By the time I got to bed he was half asleep. I asked him if he was too tired for some pussy and he said no way. But since he obviously was I said…”Let’s forego any formalities or foreplay. Just fuck my pussy until we both cum.”

I got on my knees and elbows and told Bill to fuck me doggie style and not to hesitate to pound away until we both cummed. I wanted him to fuck me hard and fast. Which he proceeded to do while I rubbed my clit with two fingers. Wasn’t long before we both were ready to cum.

When we did we heard Rita in the next room let out a loud scream. No doubt her and Walter were cumming too.

Once Bill was fully drained and my orgasm subsided I collapsed on the bed and fell fast asleep with a cunt full of cum and visions of two lovely cocks servicing both Rita and I for the next three days.

To be continued…

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Lurking In the Shadows

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I had been out in the kitchen waiting for almost an hour, trying to be quiet although it seemed like the way my heart was beating that the thudding was reverberating throughout the house.

There were three people in the two bedrooms down the hall, all female. At the end of the hall, my wife of 28 years was sound asleep, which was fine with me. Our marriage was over in that room of the house anyway, and it mattered so little to me that I didn’t even get pissed when someone told me she was screwing around on me.

In the other bedroom were two females; one a bubbly and shapely blonde who looked a lot like a young version of Sally Struthers, and the other a rather homely brunette who was about as unshapely as an 18 year old girl can be, a carpenter’s dream as they used to say.

I’m waiting for one of them. Not the shapely blonde, who happens to be my daughter but the other one, the tall rail-thin girl who is my daughter’s best friend. Her name is Elizabeth and she stays over a lot, and while the stated reason is schoolwork I know she has the hots for my daughter. I also know they mess around some too, although I suspect my daughter does it out of pity.

Pity. That’s probably the reason that I’m waiting for Elizabeth like I am, although to be honest I don’t know who pities the other more. I’m out there waiting for a human version of Olive Oyl to give me pleasure, and Elizabeth tolerates my urges because she loves my daughter and probably can’t find a guy anyway.

I don’t even remember when it started but it’s all I have and while Elizabeth’s looks aren’t those that make men turn their’s heads -towards her that is – in time I’ve developed a perverse attraction towards her strange body.

The funny thing is that when she comes out and we go downstairs we would be having sex, at least not the traditional kind. We’ve done everything else though, and when Elizabeth comes out we’ll go down and do it again.

When. If. There’s also the chance that she fell asleep. Maybe after eating my daughter’s pussy she dropped off. That happened once before and I stood out in the kitchen until the sun was coming up, and I know that if it happened again I probably would be out here all night again.

*****

As it turned out, Alan Borden had nothing to worry about.

*****

The horny 53 year old man pacing the kitchen only had a few more minutes to wait before his daughter’s bedroom door opened and then closed, and when he saw the tall shadowy figure emerge he knew which of the girls who stepped out.

Standing around the corner where the kitchen met the hall, Alan Borden waiting until the willowy girl passed before he stepped out and playfully attacked the teen, and while Elizabeth knew what was likely going to happen she still was a little startled when she felt the arms come around her.

“Gotcha,” Mr. Borden whispered almost inaudibly before his hands came around her skinny waist and immediately slide up to grab the small breasts through the pale pink nightie, his meaty paws roughly kneading the pear-sized orbs while nuzzling into the girl’s neck.

Elizabeth sighed as she leaned back into the middle-aged man who was naked, the hairs on his legs and arms tickling her limbs. His hands were not soft and tender but rough and animal-like, and for whatever reason young girl found his crude mauling just as arousing.

Instinctively Gaziantep Sarıgüllük Escort her arms rose up and reached backward to enable her to run her hands through the scalp of the slightly taller man, her nipples popping out under the groping.

“Want you – right here,” he mumbled as his hands slid over from the tiny teats long enough to let his fingers slide over and run through Elizabeth’s armpits.

“No,” Elizabeth gasped, but the teen was not objecting to his stroking the dense five o’clock shadow that coated the deep craters of her armpits, which she found as pleasurable her her friend’s daughter did.

What Elizabeth was resisting was Mr. Borden’s urge to take her right there in the kitchen, bent over the table in obvious sight of anyone who would happen to come out of the bedrooms. For some reason he always wanted that, but Elizabeth resisted.

“You want it – you know you want it,” Mr. Borden said as his erection pressed into the girl’s backside.

“Not here – downstairs,” Elizabeth answered, and only then did he let her go and followed her down into the den.

***

They had barely gotten downstairs before Alan Borden was climbing all over the lanky girl, his hands everywhere while he kissed her like an overanxious schoolboy.

“You’re horny tonight, Mr. Borden,” Elizabeth giggled as her nightie came off and the older man started slobbering all over her breasts – breasts so under-developed that her first boyfriend had snickered at them – but Mr. Borden never had.

“Always am for you,” he grunted. “What did you and Kelly do up there? Eat each other out? Rub your tits together?”

Elizabeth stayed silent as usual, and as a way to maintain that silence went down to her knees on the carpet, grabbing the long slender prong that was pointing straight out and bringing it to her lips.

“Ooh!” Alan Borden groaned as he felt Elizabeth’s lips slide from the puckered tip of his foreskin and not stop until her eyes were in the graying pubes of Kelly’s father, having taken almost all of the nearly seven inches of throbbing cock in her mouth.

As her mouth went up and down the warm member the man cradled Elizabeth’s head in his hands, his knees bending slightly as he felt her chin against his nuts.

The cock that had seemed so big and scary at one time was now something the teen handled with ease, and as the tip of her friend’s father’s cock touched her throat her hands reached around to grab his ass cheeks.

“Oh, you’re good Liz,” Alan Borden groaned. “Way better than Kelly’s Mom ever was. Suck that dick hard. Yeah.”

Alan Borden’s hands kneaded the girl’s bony shoulders, and as his fingers encircled the reed thin arms he thrust his hips forward.

“Remember back when you didn’t shave for a while?” Elizabeth heard him ask as her stroked her now sweaty underarms. “That was so hot when you were so hairy. What happened? Didn’t Kelly like that?” he inquired, but Elizabeth ignored his presumptions like she always did, even when they were right as they too often were.

“Fuck me,” Elizabeth moaned as she got to her feet and spun around, assuming the position like she always did with her legs spread and her hands on the back of the leather sofa they were behind.

“In time,” Alan Borden growled while he went down on his knees and put his hands on the girl’s hips while looking at Elizabeth’s ass in the dim light.

Her butt was a little fuller than her bust but the cheeks were still pert and very firm, and while he told Elizabeth to spread them he helped as he pried them apart.

His nose popped into her ass crack, savoring the pungent crevice before letting his tongue dip in. Elizabeth’s ass crack wasn’t hairy – her pussy certainly was but the hair stopped down below. She did have hair growing around her puckered ring though, and Alan Borden let his tongue toy with it for a moment, enjoying the squirming of the girl as he did.

“Yeah!” he heard the teen moan as his tongue dipped into her steamy asshole, and he could tell where Elizabeth right hand had gone after she took it off the back of the sofa because he could feel her frigging her pussy while he ate her ass like a feral animal until he could wait no more.

“NO!” Elizabeth gasped when she saw her friend’s Dad’s hand go under the sofa and grope around. “Don’t get it. No lube.”

“Don’t want to hurt you,” Alan Borden said, but he was rising as he said it, and then he was rubbing the head of his uncut dick against her anus that was only dripping with his saliva.

“Give it to me,” the teen whimpered as she thrust her ass toward him. “Make it hurt.”

In fact, the long tool that had felt like it was ripping her in two in the beginning was something Elizabeth was able to handle now without much discomfort, and there were times when she wished his cock was thicker.

“You asked for it you little slut – you lezzie cunt-lapper you,” Alan Borden snapped to the scrawny girl who stood spread very wide and open, and the words did not anger but inflamed her as his manhood popped into teen’s anus and slid deep into her. “How’s that feel?”

“Oh, you’re so big,” the teen whimpered, knowing what her friend’s father wanted to hear, and it did feel a lot bigger as he burrowed into her without lubrication.

“Take it,” Mr. Borden hissed as his thrusts got harder and faster and deeper. “Take it all.”

“Ooh!” Elizabeth whined as she felt him bend over her, pressing his hairy sweaty chest against her back while his hands reached around and seized her breasts.

The sounds in the room; Alan Borden’s grunt each time he slammed his cock into the teen’s ass to the hilt and Elizabeth’s accompanying whimper, and the slapping of flesh on flesh, all were almost as erotic to the two as the act itself.

Soon Alan Borden’s thrusts were enough to lift the girl’s feet off of the rug and made the sofa start to inch away, but it was all becoming to much for the older guy who was always too horny to last more than a few minutes despite wanting it to last much longer.

“Cumming!” Alan Borden grunted a second before his cock erupted inside Elizabeth’s savaged orifice, his manhood twitching as he emptied his load into the teen’s bowels until there was no more to give.

Alan Borden stayed slumped over his daughter’s friend until his cock slithered out, and only then did he straighten up. Elizabeth straightened up as well, leaning against the back of the couch while clenching her butt cheeks together.

“Did I hurt you Elizabeth?” he asked when he saw the look on her face.

“I’m okay.”

“Didn’t want to hurt you honey,” he repeated. “I was going to use the lube…”

“I know. It’s okay. It was really good. Didn’t you like it?”

“Sure I did. But you…”

“Actually, it made your big dick feel even bigger,” Elizabeth added.

“Sure was tight,” Alan Borden beamed with pride as he nodded to the thick triangle of hair between her legs. “Imagine how nice it would feel someplace else.”

“You know I’m going to stay a virgin until I’m married, Mr. Borden.”

“I know, but hey – marry me.”

“You’re already married though.”

“Technically only,” he noted. “Just think, then Kelly would be your step-daughter.”

“That would be weird,” Elizabeth said as her butt burned, keeping her ass clenched tight while grabbing her nightie from the carpet.

“Then you could spend a lot of nights in her bed – the nights when you wore me out earlier,” he said with an evil grin.

“You guys always think that girls are like that. We’re just friends,” she said, and then gave her friend’s father a kiss. “Good night.”

“Wait. Did you cum?” he asked as the girl walked awkwardly up the stairs.

“Yes,” she hissed before disappearing around the corner and tiptoeing down the hall to Kelly’s room, giving him a wave before ducking in and closing the door.

“Whew,” Alan Borden said as he went into the bathroom to clean up a bit before going back to the frigid lump in his bed.

***

Elizabeth Klein closed the door and leaned back against the wood, her eyes trying to make out the shape in the bed while the sounds of Mr. Borden using the bathroom stopped and the footsteps went down the hall.

“Kelly? I know you aren’t sleeping.” Elizabeth whispered, and when she heard the giggle in the dark she giggled herself.

“Door locked?” asked the shape in the bed.

“It is now,” Elizabeth said as she turned to flip the bolt, and then the light next to the bed went on, illuminating the naked blonde on her back with a purple dildo half impaled into her nearly bald pussy. “You slut.”

“That was quick,” Kelly said as she propped herself up on her elbows, her full breasts swaying as she moved. “Thought maybe nothing happened but shit – look at you. Is that his sweat that you’re covered with or yours?”

“Both I guess,” Elizabeth said.

“Look at your little titties,” Kelly giggled as he started at the red scrapes on her friend’s chest. “He clawed them to shreds.”

“They’ll heal.” Elizabeth said as she waddled a couple of steps towards Kelly.

“Well?”

“Well what?” Elizabeth teased.

“Did you bring me back a souvenir?”

“Oh yeah,” Elizabeth smiled. “Felt like he filled me up.”

“Well?”

“Why don’t you take it from him direct?” Elizabeth asked.

“He won’t. I’ve tried to hint but he’s too much of a straight ass,” Kelly said.

“Stop shaving everything and see what happens,” Elizabeth suggested. “He digs hair.”

“Ew!” Kelly frowned. “Give me a peek at least.”

“Of this?” her friend asked as Elizabeth turned around and bent over.

“Oh damn,” Kelly almost sobbed as she looked at her father semen oozing out of the fur-ringed hole. “Don’t let it out. Give it to me.”

“Go girl,” the angular teenager said while she climbed up to straddle her friend’s face, and as she squatted down and felt Kelly’s tongue go where her Dad’s cock had just been she ground her butt down.

“Yeah!” Elizabeth sighed as she leaned down and pulled the dildo out of Kelly’s gaping cunt before burying her face in the dripping fold. “Suck that Daddy cum out of my bowels you slut!”

****

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Faye was a virgin. In college of all places! It wasn’t that she was a prude, and she certainly was no hermit hiding away in her dorm room.

In fact, far from it. Faye was a typical, everyday, outgoing college student. She was relatively popular from all the clubs and activities she participated in and was active in community events too.

She remained a virgin because of her religious upbringing. That’s just the type of person she was. She stuck with her beliefs and the values which had been instilled in her. Even as her best friends dated and had sex, Faye stuck to her path and resisted it all.

There were certainly challenges that came with being a vibrant young woman in a big city environment. The harder she worked, the more she craved release like everyone else. Never did she expect that her budding career would lead her towards the path to womanhood, to her inevitable sexual awakening.

***

It was the final month of fall semester and Faye was hoping that her internship would turn into her dream job. University was almost over, and her parents certainly weren’t rich. She needed this job and she listened attentively as her middle-aged female boss explained the upcoming promotional campaign.

As a paid intern for a marketing firm in the city, Faye was being tasked with helping to create a promotional campaign to sell high-end gift baskets. These gift baskets were filled with all sorts of expensive products from the firm’s clients.

It was Faye’s shot at truly proving herself among the crowd of talented interns.

She sat in the office for a one-on-one meeting, with her boss dressed in a chic, tight fitted suit skirt and blazer; Faye dressed similarly, but at a much lower price range.

“I wish you the best,” her boss said. “To be honest, I really want to give you a full-time position after you graduate. But you’ve got to show me something.”

Faye nodded, accepting the challenge. “Believe me, I won’t let you down. This means the world to me. I love this place. I honestly don’t want to work anywhere else but here.”

“Your fellow interns share the same sentiment.”

Faye resisted the urge to frown. “I know, and I wish them all the best too.”

“This is serious stuff, this campaign. Upper management is keeping an eye on this project, and the word is that they’ll hire a couple of new recruits. It all depends on individual performances.”

Faye took a short breath, hiding the fact that she was getting nervous. At a time like this, she needed to show leadership.

“Realistically, what do you think my chances are?”

“Realistically?” the boss repeated. “I think your chances are solid, but you never know around here. Competition is fierce.”

“You’ve got that right,” Faye agreed. “These people are all so talented.”

“You think the other interns are talented? Wait until you mingle with and work alongside the executives and other top-tier brains around here. It’s a whole new level of creativity. Any little advantage helps.”

“Do you have any tips?” Faye asked with extra politeness, with a cute little smile behind her words.

“Sure, don’t fuck up.”

The two women shared a giggle and exchanged a few more words to blow off some steam. It was late in the afternoon and time to go home.

When the boss stood and fixed her blazer, a business card conveniently fell out of her pocket and landed near Faye’s feet. Oddly enough, the boss made no effort at all to pick up the card, leaving Faye to do the menial task.

The card landed face up and read: High Heels, Red Lipstick

There was what appeared to be a lipstick marking of a kiss on it. In the brief moment that Faye looked at it, she couldn’t tell if the kiss was put there by someone’s mouth, or if it was part of the print design.

Faye picked it up and handed it back to her boss as they both stood and prepared to leave.

“Here you go,” Faye said, slightly peeved that her boss, whom she deeply respected, would make her pick it up.

They always had a good relationship. A great relationship, in fact. Her boss really went out of her way to mentor and look after Faye, giving advice and pointers whenever possible. Now here they were; the boss making Faye pick up a card she dropped like the intern was nobody to her.

“Oh, thanks so much,” the boss said, feigning sincerity and putting the card back in her pocket. “I don’t know what I’d do without it.”

There was an unusual tone in the boss’s voice, like she was playing it up. Faye was a smart girl and she picked up on the cue.

“What is that, anyway? A department store?”

The boss feigned a sense of secrecy. “Oh, it’s nothing you’d be interested in. Although, I do credit them with being the key to my success.”

Faye jokingly put her hands on her own hips in a mocking gesture and gave the boss a ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’ look. Normally she’d never give that kind of look to a superior, but there was an obvious playfulness to what her boss was doing. It was almost like a game where the boss was taunting Faye to dig deeper.

“If Gaziantep Vatan Escort you have secrets to success, I’d like to know please,” Faye said sternly, yet politely.

“Promise you won’t tell?”

Faye’s eyes widened and she got closer. “Yes, of course.”

“Do you swear?”

Faye whispered in the private office. “Yes, I swear.”

“I mean it, Faye. I could lose my job for getting you involved with something like this.”

Now Faye was thirsting for gossip. “Really? Why? What’s so salacious about it?”

“Company policy to avoid lawsuits. I’m not allowed to get this close with employees or interns.”

“God, you’re killing me,” Faye said with excitement. “Tell me already. I swear I won’t tell anyone! I’m a woman of my word.”

The boss stuck out her pinky finger. “Pinky promise?”

“Pinky swear,” Faye replied, locking her pinky finger with her boss’s.

“A woman has helped me with my confidence issues. She’s really helped me break out of my shell. If you’re interested, I can put you in contact with this group. You could be their client.”

“Confidence issues? You?”

The boss shrugged, “What can I say? It’s a common flaw most people have.”

“Is it expensive?” Faye asked, totally interested in this. “I’d love to join whatever you’re a part of, but I’m on a tight budget.”

The boss thought for a moment. “I’ll tell you what. I’ve been a loyal customer of Red Lipstick for the past few years. I’m sure they’ll give me a discount on this. I’ll pay for you.”

“Oh, thanks, but I can’t ask you to do that.”

The boss put her hand on Faye’s shoulder. “I insist. My gift to you. Think of this as grooming the next generation of talented employees around here.”

“Thanks so much,” Faye smiled. “I hope it’s not costly.”

“That’s my concern, not yours.”

Faye flashed a skeptical look. “You dropped that card on purpose, didn’t you? You wanted me to see it.”

“Who me? Never. And I’ll do this for you on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“I want all the details,” the boss said. “Every last one. Keep in mind, everything is optional. You don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, but if you do, promise me you’ll fill me in. I want to know your progress.”

Faye winked. “I promise to keep you informed.”

As a girl of her word, Faye meant it. She never turned down a good opportunity, and she always kept her promises. Oh, if she only knew what she was getting into with this…

***

Thank fuck college is almost over, she thought. She truly did love the experience of it though: the new friends, the academic clubs, the life lessons. It was great, but it was a time in her life where she felt stuck as a budding flower. She wanted to grow into a woman of the ‘real world.’ Dressing nicely, rubbing shoulders with people in the subway during rush hour, and gossiping about rude employees with her new colleagues (whoever they may be).

But there would be time for that later. Right now, she had to focus on passing final exams so she could graduate by winter. Being a college student was a lot of fun, even though there was a lot of stress. With her work ethic, though, she was unstoppable.

Sure there were distractions. Namely her roommate who often pranced half naked around their little place. That was a real culture shock to Faye when she first became roomies with this other girl to whom nudity was nothing. The roommate would just return from classes and start stripping away like it was no big deal.

However, it was a very big deal to Faye. It was the first time in her life that she finally started to feel comfortable with nudity. And as her roomie was attractive, this was the first time in Faye’s young life that she truly questioned her sexuality

That was supposed to be part of the college experience, right?

***

When her roommate was attending class, Faye had the place to herself. She sat by the desk where her laptop was set up and opened her Skype.

At around 2 pm– the meeting time –Faye received a request message from the person with whom she was supposed to “meet.”

Once the video feed opened, Faye saw a highly attractive mid-30 year old woman sitting in what appeared to be an office. This woman looked to be sharply dressed, with professionally done makeup and red lipstick that could make a gay man turn straight.

This was Elizabeth. The woman whom her boss had arranged for her to meet.

It started off like a normal work call; they exchanged greetings and pleasantries, but quickly got down to business.

“Now tell me a little about your task,” Elizabeth said.

“Well, I’ve been tasked with creating a promotional campaign to sell luxury gift baskets. Basically the firm is using this as a way to gauge my potential employment.”

“Smart move on their part. That’s a great marketing firm, by the way.”

Faye couldn’t help but change the subject a little. “How do you know my boss anyway? Are you two friends?”

“I usually don’t discuss connections, but you can say that we’ve become friends and share a close relationship. We still like to keep in touch.”

“How did you two meet, though?”

Elizabeth winked at the cam. “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, would it?”

“Fair enough,” Faye said with understanding. “Can you at least tell me what you do? Are you like a marketing strategist or something?”

“Not exactly. In this capacity, think of me as a life coach. I bring out the best in people. In exchange, if people are satisfied with my work, they reward me.”

The response was intentionally vague, and Faye left it at that. All she knew was that her boss had recommended this person, and that her boss would never let her down.

“Okay, so what next?” Faye asked.

“Start by telling me about you. Relevant details about your personal life, and from there, I’ll know how to handle you.”

So, Faye revealed the relevant information: that she was a college student who was embracing the daily grind like everyone else. Of course, she also mentioned how hard she’d been working on the internship and how she hoped to land a job after graduation.

“That’s me in a nutshell,” Faye said to the webcam. “Your typical, run-of-the-mill college student senior.”

“Ah, the good ole days. You’ve certainly got your shit together. I was a disaster at your age.”

Faye smiled, “Speaking of which, can you tell me about you? I’d love to hear about your bio or whatever.”

Returning the favor, Elizabeth talked about her outgoing youth, traveling from place to place, her major as a psychology student at a pretty decent university, a bit about her personal life, which was sort of vague, and finally about how she does seasonal work with High Heels, Red Lipstick.

“I guess I’ve always had a knack for dealing with business people,” Elizabeth noted. “My mom was an office worker, and she used to tell me all about her days and experiences, so I suppose my education began there. Since then, I’ve honed my skills in this field.”

“Sounds like a nifty skill.”

“Oh yes. Whenever a businesswoman client seeks our services, I’m often the one assigned to the job.”

“I’ve got to respect a woman who’s mastered her craft,” Faye joked.

“We’ll see about that once the job is done. Each case is different, but based on how this conversation is going so far, I think we’ll do great together. Your boss was right about you.”

Faye beamed. “What did my boss say about me?”

“I’ll tell you later, if you’re a good girl,” Elizabeth said with a wry smile.

The choice of words and the subtlety in Elizabeth’s voice left Faye unsure of how to react, so she switched back to business mode.

“Anyway…what’s the plan? Sorry to rush things, but I don’t want my roommate hearing this conversation.”

“Is your roommate a fellow intern at the same marketing firm?”

“No, it’ll just be weird if she hears our chat,” Faye admitted. “You know, the fact that I’m talking business strategy with someone I’ve met online, and I don’t even know exactly what you do.”

“Let’s try and change that, shall we? The truth is, my methods are highly unorthodox. As you may come to find, however, they do work. Either way, you have nothing to lose.”

“I’m always up for anything,” Faye said. “And my boss was very generous in paying for this.”

“When this is all over, and you get the job you want, you can return the favor to your boss, and I don’t mean with money.”

Once again, Faye was slightly caught off guard by the remark, but she chose to ignore it.

“Tell me about the gift baskets,” Elizabeth asked in a more business-like tone. “What’s in it? Who’s the target demographic?”

Finally, the conversation was less personal and more business oriented.

“Well, the gift baskets are geared toward professional, working adults. There are all sorts of things, depending on which one is purchased. For a men’s gift basket, there could be things like shaving accessories and items for a male’s wardrobe. Necessities for travel, and such.”

“And for the women’s gift basket?” Elizabeth inquired further.

“For a woman’s basket, there are things such as compact mirrors, creams, and a variety of oils. Perfect for preparation and relaxation.”

Elizabeth gave an approving look. “Are you free to meet on Friday morning, at 9 am, downtown?”

“Sure, that’ll work.”

“Bring the gift basket,” Elizabeth instructed. “And dress casually. I’ll send you the address of a boutique that my friend owns. We’ll have privacy there, and to put it bluntly, I’ll help rebuild you to become the perfect you.”

“That sounds doable.”

“If any of this makes you uncomfortable at all, then…”

“No, I want this,” Faye interjected, asserting herself. “Whatever you have planned, it’s worked for my boss, so I want the same treatment.”

Elizabeth flashed a teasing look. “But you don’t know what I have planned. All I’m saying is, we can take things slow. I work at your comfort level.”

“With the schedule I’m under, I’d like to go fast. Anything you can do to help is greatly appreciated.”

“Then we’ll meet Friday at 9 am. Remember to dress casual and light. You’ll be expected to undress.”

Faye’s eyebrow rose. “Undress?”

“Yes. Unless of course, you’re too modest for that?”

“It’s fine,” Faye gulped.

“Good. And send me your measurements. Part of the process is getting you a new outfit. I look forward to meeting you in person.”

“Likewise. It was great talking to you. I hope we can have a productive relationship.”

Elizabeth smiled and softly pursed her lips before logging off from the Skype chat, leaving Faye sitting there, wondering if she knew what she was getting herself into.

***

Despite her initial apprehension, Faye had become used to her roommate’s carefree attitude toward clothes. It started slow. Her roommate was a great girl, terrific in every way, but the girl liked to leave the door open when undressing. It was nothing to her.

Faye was quite the opposite. She grew up in a medium sized household where everyone closed the door and expected their privacy. No one ever saw each other naked, with the exception of accidents here and there.

But this was a completely new living situation, especially for a college virgin who watched all of her friends go on dates and “hook up.” Faye sticking to her beliefs made things awkward when her roommate would walk around the place in a loose t-shirt with no bra underneath. Sometimes her roommate’s nipples would be rock hard, poking through the front of her t-shirt. When they’d have breakfast together, she would sometimes bend over to get something, giving Faye a clear view of the goods.

Faye often wondered if this was all done on purpose. The more Faye told her roommate about her virgin ways, the more flagrant the roommate was with nudity around their space.

Surely it must have been to tempt Faye in some weird lesbian way. Truthfully, it worked to an extent. Faye had been envious of her roommate’s beauty since the moment they first met. After all the casual nudity, the envy grew into something else…

***

It was Friday morning and Faye showed up early, which she normally liked to do, dressed in casual workout clothes and sneakers, and carrying a gift basket from her job.

It was 8:45 on the downtown street and Faye peeked inside the window of the closed boutique. The lights were on, but no one was there. As she continued peeking, the owner came out of the back room and, seeing Faye there, went to open the door.

“You must be Faye,” the shop owner said, smiling.

Faye smiled back. “Yes, that’s me. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Come in. The shop opens in an hour, so you’ll have privacy until then. I’ll stay in front of the store, and I’ll try not to listen to your private conversation.”

There was a subtle innuendo in the store owner’s voice, and Faye tried to think nothing of it. They exchanged a few pleasantries and small talk, then Faye was directed to go to the backroom while the owner stayed in the front area to prepare for the day’s work.

When Faye went to the back area, it was the first time she had laid eyes on Elizabeth in the flesh, who was making final adjustments to the outfits she had organized.

Elizabeth was taller than Faye had expected and was dressed like a businesswoman with sass, wearing open-toed high heels which added sex appeal, and that bold red lipstick.

When they finally met in person, it was like they were old friends. There was a sense of familiarity between them; a kinship, even. Probably because they both knew what it took to survive the fiercely competitive world of business. They told each other how pretty they looked, although Faye felt inferior for dressing in such a sporty manner while Elizabeth looked so stylish and chic.

“Right this way,” Elizabeth smiled with her left hand guiding the way.

Faye went inside the changing room and put the gift basket down. Elizabeth pushed a rack inside, which had a small selection of high priced business clothes including blazers, office skirts, and a few expensive looking blouses.

Once inside the changing room, Faye noticed a full-length mirror and undergarments laying on a seat. Elizabeth closed the curtains to give them a sense of privacy, although Faye was sure that the store owner would still be able to hear every word they spoke.

Elizabeth checked the clock. “We have a decent amount of time to get things going. These are clothes that I’ve picked out for you. I hope you like them.”

“I love them,” Faye gushed.

“Excellent. Now, let’s see how they fit. Truth be told, I’m dying to see what you look like underneath those clothes.”

There was a lustful expression on Elizabeth’s face, as if the anticipation of seeing Faye naked had reached a fevered pitch.

“Umm, right now?” Faye asked.

“All of it. Every piece of clothing, including your socks. I’m going to totally remake you. Unless, this makes you uncomfortable?”

Faye didn’t want to be a stickler about this. After all, this was a place for women to be themselves. Plus, it wasn’t like she’d see Elizabeth everyday of her life. She thought of this like getting naked in front of a doctor.

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We had spent the night at her apartment after a great night of dinner and drinks. As I rolled over to look at her, she was still asleep. She had slept in nothing but her sexy white see through boy shorts. The sheet was draped over her chest, exposing her perfect breasts. As I was staring at her, my cock began to get hard. I pulled a couple of tugs on my hard on before closing my eyes and trying to go back to sleep. Next thing I know, I’m awakening to a familiar soft wetness surrounding my penis. My eyes still closed, I quickly recognize the sensation as the texture of Julia’s wonderful lips. I opened my eyes and watched her beautiful blonde hair bob up and down on my cock. Waking me up with a blowjob had been something I’d often fantasized about, but had only once mentioned to her.

I felt her lips slide down and up my shaft, her hand grasp the base of my cock. I’m about 7 inches when fully erect, and Julia took all seven of them deep in her throat, teasing me with her tongue as she removed her mouth from it. Most of the women who had sucked my dick previously were the same. Bob up and down over and over until I came. Sometimes they would swallow and sometimes they would not. There was never a dull moment with her blowjobs, and no two were ever exactly the same. She knew I loved it when she kept me guessing. This morning, she went up and down the sides while she fondled my balls. Eventually she took her mouth off of my cock and licked my scrotum. Those of you who read the first story in this series know that I am neatly trimmed down there, but there is one spot on the underside of my sack that is hairless. She continued to tongue my balls while she stroked my cock, now slopping wet from her saliva. My breath became shorter and heavier, and she sensed that I was nearing orgasm. She slid her mouth back on it and continued sucking. Eventually, it became too much to bear and I erupted with 4 loads of cum. She has never had a problem swallowing my load, and today was no different. She cleaned everything up and came back up to my level on the bed as my hard on subsided.

“Good morning birthday boy. I love you,” she whispered into my ear, the first words we had spoken to each other all day.

“I love you too darlin… That was wonderful. Thank you.” I responded as we began to kiss.

“You think that was great? Just wait until you see what I have planned for the rest of the day…”

She refused to let on what this was, but I knew it was going to be great. We continued to lightly make out for a while, but before things got too heated again, she reminded me that we would have more fun later that night. In the meantime, I had to go to work. I finally climbed out of bed and went down to the gym. My morning work outs were something I did religiously. It sucked, but the sex is worth the results. After 40 minutes on the treadmill, I came back to the apartment, gulped down a cup of coffee, and got in the shower. Julia was still in bed but came waking into our bathroom about five minutes into my shower. Our shower has a glass door which does now conceal the body in it. I saw her walk in, still dressed only in the same pair of panties she slept in, and then had blown me in. She slipped out of her panties and stepped into the shower just long enough to give me a kiss and tell me she loved me and was proud that I had worked out even on my birthday. She pinched Gaziantep Cumhuriyet Escort my rock hard ass and then went back into the hallway, still naked and soaking wet.

I finished my shower, letting the hot water relieve some tension from the gym. I lathered my body with the soap, cleaning every square inch of skin. I stepped out into the bathroom, wrapped a towel around my waist, and stood at the sink. I did the usual grooming. Shaving, brushing my teeth, hair, etc. I went back into the bedroom, where Julia, still prancing around the apartment naked, was waiting for me. She loved watching me get dressed, and had picked laid out my favorite suit on the bed. I dropped the towel, reached into my dresser, and dug out a pair of boxers. She watched as I stepped into them and slid them up my legs and over my manhood. I finished getting dressed, including a new power tie. Before I walked out the door, Julia dropped to her knees, unzipped my slacks, reached into my fly and gave a couple sucks on my cock while pulling herself in as she grabbed my butt through the fabric of my pants. As soon as my cock was back to full erection, she let it slip of of her mouth, dried it off, put it back to my boxers and zipped the fly back up, having never even unbuckled my belt. “More later,” she told me as we hugged goodbye. With that little tease fresh in my mind, I had to leave for work with a massive bonet. She told me to be home, showered, and ready to go out at 7 that night. We exchanged I love yous, and I walked out the door. It was true- even aside from the amazing sex and stunning beauty, I was madly in love with her and would do anything for her- both in the bedroom and out.

My work day passed uneventfully. My coworkers sang to me and put a cake in the break room, but that was pretty much it. However, my wonderful lover sent me a text around noon that read, “I was just thinking about this morning and how beautiful your cock is. Feeling it slide between my lips, and then feeling your hot man juice spraying down my throat made me so hot. I’m laying on the bed, completely naked touching myself.” I immediately began to twitch, and I felt my erection pressing against my boxers, making a tent in my suit. I tried to get back to my work, but the texts continued. “I want you”, “I need you inside me”, “I’m super horny…”, and so on. I noticed she had checked in on Facebook to Victoria’s Secret with the caption “Someone’s been a good boy this year!” Finally, she went for the kill, sending me a picture of her naked body in what was obviously a department store dressing room. By now I was leaking pre-cum and my cock was painfully hard. I told her what effect she had on me, and she just said “Good :)”

Figuring it was nearly impossible for me to get any work done, I closed up my computer and packed my briefcase and went home. When I got back to the apartment, there was nobody home, and I assumed Julia was still out running errands. I changed out of my suit and figured I’d go back to the gym to burn off the pent up energy that had accumulated over the past few hours. Throwing my gym shorts and running shoes on, I decided to head out the door for a run. I decided to take advantage of the last few days of summer by running shirtless, thanking God for having the body with which to be able to do so comfortably. When I got back, my wonderful girlfriend was lying on the bed completely naked, apparently waking up from a nap. I noticed that she had fallen asleep with her vibrator in her hand. I teased her about it, and she just smiled and said “I told you that you left me horny.”

After my shower, I went back into the bedroom, where Julia was standing in nothing but a black thong. She reached into her dresser and pulled out the matching bra before putting on a sexy red dress. We went out for dinner and drinks, laughed, kissed, and had a generally great night. Finally, at the end of the night, when we were both tipsy, but while she was still sober enough to drive home, we got in the car and headed back to her apartment. When we got home, she led me down the hallway to her bedroom.

“I want to see your boxers,” she told me matter-of-factly, knowing I had worn her favorite pair of black boxer briefs. She came over to me and we made out in the middle of the bedroom as she undid my pants and let them fall the floor. She told me to step out of them and to wait on the bed and open the bottle of wine that was sitting on the nightstand. Sitting on the bedroom floor was the iconic pink bag from Victoria’s Secret, which she took with her into the bathroom. “I’m going to slip into something a little more comfortable,” she whispered. When she came out, she was wearing the sexiest lingerie set I had ever seen on her, a white camisole which perfectly supported her large breasts and a matching see-through mesh thong. She turned around to allow me to see her ass, and I almost lost it right then and there. The white waistband yielding to that perfectly symmetrical triangle right at the small of her back made such a great fit on her incredible body.

Julia climbed on top of me and rubbed her breasts across my body. She kissed me as she gently rubbed my throbbing erection through the cotton fabric of my underwear. “I have a show for you,” she told me as she pulled my boxers down to my ankles and off of my feet. Now laying fully nude in front of my amazing girlfriend, I was eager to find out what she had in mind. She cuddled up next to me and stroked my cock as she told me the plan, “You’re going to watch me masturbate. You are going to see me strip naked and stick my fingers in my vag. I am going to fuck myself with a vibrator like I do when I’m craving your thick, hard penis. You will be tempted to rub your cock, but if you refrain, you will get to feel my wet pussy sliding down your shaft until you shoot your cum inside me. My lips are going to rub up and down against your dick pulling every ounce of your juice into my body. If you have to jerk off, though, I won’t stop you. I’ll just keep pleasuring myself until you watch me get off. Either way, you win”

The logic was hard to argue with and after she turned on some music, I watched in awe as she slowly slid off her camisole. Though we have a very active sex life, and I have seen her naked more times than I could ever count, her body never fails to give me a raging boner. Sitting across the bed from me, she reached into the elastic waistband and pulled down her panties to expose her freshly shaven girl parts. Pre cum was now starting to leak from the tip of my cock, and I started to tend to myself, but I wanted to have sex so I stopped after only a couple of tugs. I continued to gaze as my lover rubbed her breasts together, pulling on her nipples. Her soft skin radiated beauty and she slowly slid her right hand down her stomach to her pubic region. She traced her pussy lips and let out a soft moan as she touched her clit. It was not a secret between us that we both masturbated frequently, but this was the first time she had let me watch, and this fulfilled fantasy was making me uncomfortably hard. Using her index and ring fingers, she pulled her lips apart and slid her middle finger into the opening that was typically occupied by my cock and/or tongue. As she fingered herself, she started to moan and breathe indicating that her pleasure was increasing.

By this point, my dick was stretched to levels it had never reached and was so hard that it was actually starting to hurt. My balls hung low and deep below the shaft and her eyes were focused on this like a laser. She had always told me that she got off from knowing what effect her body has on me, and she was proving it tonight. She walked around the bed and grabbed her vibrator out of her nightstand. As well behaved as I had been to this point, I lost my self-control when I watched my lover slide her toy into her pussy. As her moaning increased, so did my pleasure. She turned the vibrator up in intensity and she starting breathing heavily, rubbing her breasts and tweaking her nipples. Finally, her hips bucked as her orgasm shot through her body. I watched her slip the vibe out of herself and wipe the pussy juices off with my boxers. I have to say- although watching her masturbate was the most erotic experience of my life, I was glad it was over. I had followed her rules and was now about to have what I expected to be the best sex of our relationship.

After she regained her breath, Julia stood up and walked into the bathroom and got ready for bed. Knowing what was in store for me, I quickly followed her. When I got to the sink, I gently slapped her ass and told me how hot it was. She looked at my still throbbing hard cock, and we kissed. She told me to wait for her in bed. I eagerly followed her instructions, and awaited our inevitably very hot, but very quick, sex. Because of the way her bedroom is laid out, she was able to turn the lights off before climbing into bed, so when the lights went out, I heard shuffling into the bed. She planted her lips on mine, and my cock sprung right back to attention. We were both naked and I felt her skin against my body. Julia climbed on top of me and straddled my midsection. I smiled as I reached up to feel her soft tits.

“Are you ready for your birthday sex, baby” she asked me and before I could answer, she was lowering her pussy onto my cock. We have had sex literally hundreds of times in the year we’ve been dating, but the walls of her cunt had never felt so soft. I felt her wetness sliding down my shaft, immediately turning me on. She continued to ride my cock, changing her pace as she put her hands on my chest for weight support. Finally, the sex got to be too much for me. I had been on the brink of climax for a while now, so it only took a few minutes of feeling her vag massaging my cock until I erupted. I burst an entire day’s worth of pent up sexual energy into her pussy, splashing load after load after load of my hot cum. After I was done, she got off me and licked her juices off my cock, leaving it nice and clean. She lay next to me in bed, I put my arm around her, and after one last hot make out session which resulted in my fingering her pussy, we exchanged I love yous and fell asleep.

By far the best birthday I have ever had.

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Lisa and the Nude Model

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Thanks to all for the terrific feedback on my first two stories! This is another true story as told to me by a good friend of mine, Lisa. Lisa e-mailed me a few days ago after seeing my last story on-line, and she asked me if I would help her write a story about her “most incredible sexual experience”. I told her that I would write the story IF she swore that it was completely factual. As most of you know by now, erotic “fiction” doesn’t turn me on like the real thing. Lisa certified her story by mentioning another mutual friend whom she claimed would validate her facts. Our friend, Tonya, not only confirmed all of the story details, but she even added some information that Lisa had forgotten about. Without further delay, here is Lisa’s (and Tonya’s!) sexy story….

Lisa was minoring in art attending our local university. She had registered for a class called Figure Drawing 532. It was an advanced class for serious art students only, and there were about 10 people in the class – half women and half men. The syllabus noted that week 3 would have them sketching the human figure. The first model was to be female, and week 4 would introduce the male form. Lisa anxiously awaited week 4! Finally, week 4 came. The female model had been a wonderful experience – she was an attractive college student with large breasts and a classic figure. But, Lisa couldn’t wait to see Greg, the nude male model. She had heard whispers in week 1 that Greg was unbelievable – apparently he had worked as a model during the previous semester. Lisa was introduced to Greg as he walked in the classroom and took his place under the lights on the modelling platform. He WAS unbelievably good looking! He was about six-foot-two with blond hair, green eyes and an awesome body. He was wearing a short terry cloth robe, and his muscular legs were long and sexy. Lisa’s professor introduced Greg and gave the class some instruction concerning the lighting, his positioning, etc. Greg was to be featured standing upright while turned slightly to the left. His arms were slightly extended in front of him holding onto a column which ran through the modelling platform. While the professor was talking, Greg calmly took his place on the platform and loosened his robe belt. As soon as he opened the front of his robe, an audible gasp could be heard among the class. Greg was incredible! The first thing Lisa noticed was his all over tan. Then her eyes naturally moved south to gaze upon Greg’s magnificent physical endowment. Lisa was in awe. Greg was fantastically well-hung as well as totally gorgeous! Lisa slowly came to her senses as her professor’s voice began to cut through her consciousness with the last bit of his instructions. When she came back to reality she noticed that everyone around her had picked up their pencils and had begun to sketch. Lisa picked up her pencil, but she was too enraptured with Greg’s god-like looks to do much of anything. She looked up at the platform once again to see Greg standing perfectly still as his tanned muscles begged for the attention of Lisa’s pencil. Lisa did some quick figuring in her head and estimated Greg’s penis to be about seven or eight inches long completely flaccid. His penis was tan with thick veins ending in a plump over-sized head that looked too big for her hungry mouth. Lisa felt herself on fire, and she could sense that her face was flushed and her hands unsteady. She closed her eyes, took a couple of deep breaths and began to draw.

She did fine until she made her way to Greg’s sexy cock. She swore that it had grown a little during the past hour. The shaft looked a bit swollen and the head appeared to be even bigger than before. She started to draw hoping to keep her portrayal of Greg realistic and within proportion, but this proved to be quite a task! At then end of the two hour session, Lisa and her classmates began to gather up their supplies as Greg stretched himself lazily under the intense glow of the stage lights. Lisa cautiously spied Greg as he walked off the platform to gather his robe – his amazing penis bobbed heavily against his thighs as he moved out of her line of sight. Lisa walked to the ladies room in a daze – two hours of looking at Greg had left her light headed and sexually energized. As she opened the large door to the ladies room, she heard excited voices from within. As she turned the corner into the main part Gaziantep Üniversitesi Escort of the bathroom, she saw two girls from her class excitedly talking about “him”. Lisa went into a stall and swung the door shut as she eavesdropped on their conversation. She heard one of the girls exclaim, “Can you believe how huge it was?!” The other girl eagerly answered, “I have NEVER seen anything so large on ANY of my boyfriends!”
The girls left by time Lisa washed her hands. As she ran a comb through her long brown hair, she suddenly remembered that she was to meet her friend, Nicole, in the Student Activity Centre across campus. She and Nicole were going to work out for an hour before going home. She looked at her watch and hurried on her way.

Nicole was waiting for Lisa in the locker room of the Workout Room. Lisa gave her a detailed account of her incredible art class experience. Nicole was very interested but somewhat sceptical. Lisa swore her story was true. The girls worked out for an hour, the whole time Lisa was thinking of one thing – Greg in the nude. After their workout, Lisa and Nicole showered and decided to use the suana in the locker room. The room sauna was empty, so the girls stretched out on the soft wood benches. Lisa put a cup of water on the sauna rocks and enjoyed the intense steam. Nicole lasted only a couple of minutes. She told Lisa that she was sorry, but she was meeting her boyfriend at 10. The sauna clock read 9:25. Lisa was disappointed – the activity center closed at 9:45. Nicole left Lisa alone to enjoy the steam alone. Lisa closed her eyes with her back against the wall. She thought of Greg.

Lisa was startled as the door to the sauna swung open. A very attractive woman entered with a large white towel loosely draped over her tanned body. She had short dark brown hair and perfect teeth. She introduced herself as Amy, and sat down across from Lisa. Lisa said hello, and the two small talked for a few minutes. At 9:35 Lisa stood up to leave saying goodbye to Amy. Amy smiled and asked her if she was leaving because she wanted to or because the place was closing. Lisa told her that she only had ten minutes to shower again and dress. Amy told her to relax – her boyfriend ran the workout room and locker areas, and he and Amy often stayed late to enjoy the sauna together. Lisa was a bit surprised, but she sat back down remarking that she would enjoy staying a little while longer. Amy laughed and commented that she hoped Lisa didn’t mind sharing the sauna with her boyfriend and herself. Lisa sleepily answered that she was okay with Amy’s boyfriend as long as he was okay with her. Amy declared that there would not be a problem whatsoever.

At about 9:55 Lisa heard a quiet knock on the sauna door. Amy held her towel up and leaned over to push the door open. The door swung open and Amy’s boyfriend hopped up into the sauna in a cloud of steam. He hesitated when he saw Lisa. Lisa looked at him in utter amazement – Amy’s boyfriend was none other than Greg the nude model! Lisa sat upright and must have looked alarmed. Greg sat down and asked her if it was okay for him to share their sauna. Lisa stuttered that she was fine with it if he was. There was a moment of awkward silence before Amy asked Greg how class went. Greg rolled his eyes and said that it was a very long two hours, but he only had to do it twice a week, thank God. Lisa was staring at him and growing more and more uncomfortable. Amy intoduced Greg to Lisa after apologizing for not having done so earlier. Greg extended his hand, and Lisa shook it gingerly. She became aware of the glistening sweat on his hairless chest, and she noticed how loose his towel was sitting on his lap. Amy then informed Lisa that Greg was a nude model at the school, and wasn’t that funny. Lisa gulped and responded with a nod. She then got up her nerve and told Greg that she was a student in the class he was in earlier that evening. Greg looked amused, and Amy giggled. Amy then asked Lisa if Greg was a good model. Lisa relaxed a little and confessed that he was indeed a very good model. Amy then shocked Lisa by asking her if she thought Greg was “impressive” in the nude. Lisa wasn’t sure what to say, but she boldly stated that she was extremely impressed with Greg. Greg looked a little sheepish, but he didn’t say a word. Amy scooted next to Greg on the bench and loosened his towel a little more with her hand while loosening her own towel until it fell to expose her perky breasts. She told Lisa that they usually sat in the sauna nude, and she asked if Lisa would be offended if they did so now. Lisa was getting flushed again, but she instictively replied that she was fine with whatever they wanted to do. Amy smiled her brilliant smile, and casually threw her towel to the side. Lisa noticed her very fit body and well manicured bikini line. Amy playfully reached over and grabbed Greg’s towel ripping it off of his lap with a quick tug. Lisa was caught off guard seeing Greg naked again. This time, however, Greg’s penis was hanging over the edge of the wooden bench swinging softly between his well-toned thighs. Lisa was motionless as she watched Greg’s magnificent length proudly extend several inches past the bottom lip of the bench. It looked obscenely long and plump. Salty perspiration was dripping from the enlarged head, and Greg just sat there with eyes closed in all his glory. Amy was not happy with him just being naked – she laughingly told Lisa that he was really incredible “fluffed up a bit”. She sensuously took Greg’s penis in her small right hand and stroked his length a couple of times. Greg offered no resistance and remained motionless. As his penis grew, it got longer, fatter and redder. In a matter of seconds Greg’s erection pointed straight up at the ceiling as hard as iron. Amy could not get her tiny fist around the big shaft, but she wasn’t done yet. Lisa sat transfixed as Amy lowered her naked body to the lower bench and took a position between Greg’s parted legs. She began to nibble on Greg’s staggering flesh while tickling his low-hanging balls with the tips of her fingers. Lisa couldn’t stand it any longer. She breathlessly asked Amy if she wanted any help. Amy turned to her while tonguing Greg’s cock and gave her a wink. Lisa discarded her towel, and Greg opened his eyes in wonder. Lisa is extremely well-built – she has almost no body fat due to her workouts, and her breasts are naturally large and firm. Amy moved over to her left so Lisa could fit in to share Greg with her. Lisa first looked at Greg’s cock with some anxiety. She asked herself if she could handle someone his size. Her last boyfriend (who is now her husband!) was only about five skinny inches. She made up her mind at that point to try, so she opened her mouth and kissed the salty tip of Greg’s penis. The taste and texture sent her into orbit. Now she was ready!

While Amy sucked carefully on Greg’s clean shaven balls, Lisa decided to go for broke and took as much of Greg into her mouth as she could. She managed to squeeze about half of him in, and she told herself not to try to take too much. She closed her eyes and began to roll her tongue around the shaft while slightly bobbing her head up and down. Greg must have liked her technique – he ran his fingers through her hair which sent a shiver dwon her spine. Lisa continued her blowjob for several minutes. Amy eventually held Greg’s cock at the base and guided it slowly out from between Lisa’s red lips. Lisa reluctantly released the object of her desire. Amy now engulfed Greg taking in a little more than Lisa had. Lisa sat back and watched her greedily suck cock. Amy didn’t mess around – she noisily bathed Greg’s shaft with her saliva while running her fist up and down the enormous length in front of her. Amy gave head for only a short time, and then stood up and turned away towards Greg and Lisa. Lisa watched with fascination as Amy reached behind her and held Greg’s swaying erection still. She then began to squat down over his penis. Lisa watched as Amy’s dripping pussy glistened with her juices as the lips hung open slightly waiting for Greg. Lisa held her breath as Amy lowered her pussy onto the tip of Greg’s penis oh-so-slowly. The giant head spread Amy’s swollen lips apart and began to disappear inside. Amy’s eyes were closed, and her facial expressin was one of pure ecstacy. Lisa looked on as inch after inch of Greg’s manhood slid up and into Amy’s wetness. Soon Amy was practically sitting on Greg’s lap. Almost all of him was somehow inside this small women. Amy began a rhythmic up and down motion. Greg straightened his legs and held on to her hips. He looked like he was in heaven! This slow motion sex went on for several minutes with Amy whimpering the whole time. At one point she looked over her shoulder directly at Lisa and exclaimed that she was “so unbelievably filled up”. A minute later, Greg effortlessly lifted Amy off his lap. Amy’s pussy closed up as Greg came completely out of her. Amy turned back around and reached out for Lisa’s hand. Lisa took Amy’s hand, and stood up knowing what she was in for. Without a word, Amy spun Lisa around and gripped her shoulder blades between her moist fingers. Lisa looked back to see Greg’s monstrous erection sticking up at her ass. Lisa swallowed hard and gave in to the downward pressure of Amy’s grasp.

Lisa felt the huge head of Greg’s cock press on her almost hairless pussy lips. She then exprerienced a sensation she had never known – her pussy lips were being wedged open further and further by something warm and soft. Greg’s cock head was now nestled snuggly inside of her. Lisa pushed her butt down a little further and this incredible feeling of being filled up swept through her lower body. Greg was now sliding into her inch by inch. She could feel his rigid length going deeper and deeper, but she steadily continued to settle down onto Greg’s lap. Finally, Lisa could feel Greg’s penis putting pressure on something that didn’t feel right. She knew that she had almost taken all of him, but she would have to be careful not to let his largeness hurt her. She flexed her legs slightly lifting herself up and then down again savoring the feeling of Greg sliding in and out of her wet sex. Somehow Greg’s swelling cock was making contact with her clitoris, and Lisa found this intensely pleasurable. The friction of Greg’s cock on her clit was making Lisa light headed. She knew that shortly she would explode with her first orgasm in ages. As Greg continued to give her the greatest sex of her life, Lisa gave in totally. The next thing she knew she got a chill down her spine, her hair stood on end and she was coming. The sensation was the most intense feeling of pleasure she had ever known. It seemed as if a bolt of ligthning was sizzling through her body. She could feel her pussy expand and contract, and Greg could feel it, too. Just as her orgasm was in full swing, Lisa, Amy and Greg were startled as the door to the sauna flew open! Standing there was Lisa’s friend Tonya, who also worked at the university gym. Amy invited Tonya in, and Lisa quickly figured out that Tonya had been expected all along. Tonya discarded her towel, and sat down next to Amy. Greg took his time withdrawing from Lisa, and the absence of his cock made Lisa feel strangely empty.

Greg wasted no time in pleasing Tonya. He invited her to stand up, and she did with her hands resting on the wall in front of her. Greg repositioned himself directly behind her. Lisa noticed how perfect Tonya’s ass looked through the steam. It was round but firm, and her hairy pussy was wide open already and awaiting its inevitable fate. Greg took his sweet time. He began by teasing Tonya’s pussy with the engorged head rubbing the fat, sticky flesh all around those pink, moist lips. Tonya was very vocal – she was panting and moaning, and it was turning Lisa on. Greg ended his torture by pushing just the head of his cock into Tonya’s pussy. Tonya was stretched to the max already! He continued to feed her his hard flesh until he was about half way in. Tonya was now tossing her head from side to side and whimpering like a puppy. Greg began to move in and out of her driving her mad. Tonya must have felt really good, because suddenly Greg quickened his pace and began to breathe heavily. Amy and Lisa moved into position on either side of Tonya’s ass, their faces inches from Greg’s glistening shaft. Greg grunted and pulled out. Lisa was first to his cock. She wrapped her lips around the swollen head and sucked as Greg’s pulsing penis began to pump its salty spray into the back of her throat. Amy grabbed the spewing penis and placed it between her lips. She savored the last couple of waves of sperm. Lisa was overwhelmed by the salty, but sweet, taste of Greg’s come. Amy was used to it, and licked her lips with satisfaction. Tonya sat down to recover from the thorough fucking Greg had just given her. The four of them sat in the sauna a while longer enjoying the moment. Lisa was the first to leave. She asked if they could somehow do it all again. Amy said they would be there the following week, but they weren’t. Lisa never say Amy or Greg again. Tonya and her continue to enjoy their secret together to this day!

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The Christmas Production

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Although I was heavily involved in the sports side of school life, I had never had much input in other areas other than academic, it was therefore with some trepidation, that I agreed to assist the Head of Drama with the forthcoming Christmas production of ‘Tommy, A Rock Opera’.

I had taken drama lessons as part of the national curriculum, because I had to, and only in the first year at this school, I was thirteen and couldn’t wait until the next year, when I could opt for other subjects, I did and they didn’t include drama! Now I am eighteen and have never regretted that decision.

I sauntered along one of the many and almost identical hallways to my next lesson, lost in my own thoughts and oblivious to the sound of running footsteps closing in on me at a rapid speed. A firm hand grabbed my upper arm and spun me around. “It’s true what they say about you, Claire. “You really are in a world of your own.”

It took a few seconds for my eyes to catch up to my head in order to identify the owner of the hand, which was still firmly attached to my upper arm. “My world is a much better place, there is no winter, where the wind-chill factor rules the decision making process and where sunshine and sea breezes are readily available to wrap you in contented happiness.” I replied, somewhat stunned when I realised that not only was I revealing a side of me that very few people knew but, I was revealing it to a teacher!

“I have been calling you for the last five minutes and ended up chasing after you along hallways.” Mr. Priestley said.

“No running in the hallways,” it was drilled into us, frequently, “it’s dangerous.” I added with a slightly sarcastic but joking tone.

“Claire, I need your help. I need someone organised and disciplined to oversee the costume department for the Christmas production.” Mr. Priestley said, still holding my arm.

“I can’t sew a button on, never mind make costumes. Why don’t you go to the needlework group?” At a loss as to why he would ask me.

“No sewing skills required, meet me in the theatre at the end of the day, all will be revealed. Got to go, twenty five third year hooligans will be causing havoc in my classroom,” he said with a smile and was gone.

I was standing outside the theatre doors at 4pm, no Mr. Priestley in sight.

“Thanks for coming.”

I nearly passed out on the spot, “where did you come from?”

“That’s twice today, you really ought to be more aware of your surroundings, it could save your life one day,” the twinkle in his eyes relayed messages that were in direct conflict with what I knew to be the correct etiquette for a teacher/pupil relationship.

At around 5’10, slim but definitely fit with jet black hair and the deepest green eyes you are ever likely to see, Mr. Priestley had many admirers. It helped of course that at 29 years, he was very young to be the head of a department. The subject of countless schoolgirl fantasies, he seemed to be oblivious or too cool to show that he knew what girls were thinking in his classes. I’m sure he had a few ‘unteacherly’ thoughts himself, the man would have to be blind not to see the way the girls would dress for school in the most provocative way they could and still be in school uniform!

We were in the theatre, both sitting in the ‘audience’ seating.

“So have you invented some magical dust?” I said teasingly.

“Huh, oh, yeah, the costumes. No, what I need you to do is more like project management.” He gave me a copy of a schedule of works.

“Keep everything running and on time, you’ll even have to make sure that the teachers who are assisting are on track. You don’t get to boss them around though, that’s my job!” His face was serious but a smirk was appearing.

“We will be working closely together as we don’t have a lot of time to play with. Rehearsals start this week, full costume rehearsal in 4 weeks, production on stage 1 week after that.” He paused, trying to read the look in my eyes. “Think you can handle that? Good, that’s settled.”

“Er, hang on a minute, when am I supposed to do all this?” I was annoyed that he had just assumed that I would want to do this. “I have gymnastics every evening from 5pm to 7pm and my mornings are taken up with keeping fit from 6am to 8am and then I come to school.”

He looked me straight in the eyes, “I have agreed with the Head that you can leave your last lesson every day to check on our progress, you will of course have to do some catch up learning at the weekend.”

I believe my response was “Go to hell,” and with that I stormed out of the theatre.

By the time I reached home, I was so angry that I was ready to explode. You could have floored me when my Aunt, with whom I had lived since my parents had died, told me how pleased she was that I was to be so involved with the production and what a nice man my teacher was!

His was the bright red car I had seen leaving the driveway, he’d beaten me home and got my Aunt and Uncle on side, before I could Gaziantep Kavaklık Escort tell them. Who did he think he was? Why was he so desperate to get me to do this? How the hell was I going to get out of it?

We were 3 weeks into the rehearsals and although things had been strained at first, we managed to work through it, for the good of the school, you understand. We had even progressed to my using his first name, Tony and to him taking me home every evening after gym practice. The problem was, however, I was beginning to look forward to my ride home. I couldn’t take my eyes off his legs and hips when he was driving, they were so lean and strong, not an ounce of fat on him, anywhere!

We had 2 weeks left and people were beginning to get stressed, I told him we needed to do a costume rehearsal now, next week would leave little time to make alterations in time.

“If that’s what you think,” he said. “I did get you on board to do exactly this.”

My request was borne out when we discovered that we had not made enough nurses outfits, we were four short. We had many arguments Tony and I during the build up to opening night. We were to put on four evening performances and one matinee on Saturday, by special arrangement with the local education authority.

I found myself getting to like Tony more and more, he was nothing like the person who taught drama in a big comprehensive school. He was like Jekyll and Hyde, only Mr. Hyde was not an evil madman, in Tony’s case, he was just impatient and assuming. These are not endearing qualities.

The Friday before the first performance, which was to be the following Tuesday night, Tony was driving me home, just as he had done every evening for the past four weeks.

He was unusually quiet and as the journey could take fifteen minutes under normal road conditions and these were not normal by any stretch of the imagination. The snow had been falling pretty much all day, driving required a lot of concentration and due to the weather, there were far more cars on the road, even at 7.30 at night.

As we approached the Dolphin Inn, Tony slowly turned the car into the car park, taking care to park as close to the doors as possible.

I looked at him, wondering what he had planned.

“We can’t go any further, the roads are almost impassable now, and we still have nearly three miles to go.”

He looked at me, then said “Get changed into your jeans, we can go in and have a drink, you’ll easily pass for twenty-one.”

“What!” I was stunned, and speechless, unusual for me!

“If you try to get in wearing your track suit, you won’t get passed the door. Hop in the back seat and get changed.”

“I’ll have to ring home; they will be worried, especially with the bad weather.” I tried to sound like normal, but my pulse was racing, not sure whether it was nerves or excitement. This was a very sudden and unexpected turn of events.

He opened his door, “I’ll go phone them whilst you get changed, then I’ll come back for you.” With that he was gone.

I watched him walk carefully across the car park and into the pub. Was this really happening? It would be like a date. I jumped into the back seat and retrieved my jeans and a warm t-shirt from my gym bag. My hands were shaking so much that I couldn’t get out of my track suit fast enough.

I was just fastening the button at the waistband of my jeans when I saw him coming back. My heart was pounding and there was a layer of sweat building on my hands.

He opened the rear passenger door and leaned in to help me out, “All sorted, your Aunt was pleased I had called and I promised to keep her updated regarding the weather and driving conditions.”

Taking my hand he helped me from the car and escorted me inside.

He was right; no one paid any attention to us, other than when we first entered the room.

He motioned for me to sit at a spare table, “What would you like to drink?”

“Coke, please” I replied.

“Have a proper drink, I’m buying,” he said with a wink.

“Barcardi and coke, then please.” This was too unreal, but I intended to enjoy it whilst it lasted.

My hands were still shaking and I thought to myself that I couldn’t risk picking up my glass until they had stopped. Hoping it was not obvious, but knowing that it was, I cursed myself and put both hands in my lap.

Tony leaned over and took both of my hands in his left hand and gave a little squeeze, “calm down, or you’ll blow it.”

He smiled and said, “have a drink, you’ll feel better.”

It took three drinks to bring me back to earth, I was worried that Tony was drinking and would be driving again soon.

“I’ll be sober by tomorrow morning,” he said with a glint in his eye, he was teasing again, I think.

“We need to make a move, or I’ll never get home.” I said, rising from my chair. He put his hand on my forearm.

“It’s too dangerous to try for home tonight.”

I just looked at him, with a blank look on my face, gradually it dawned on me, the Dolphin was an inn, and it has rooms.

“I can’t stay here overnight, my Aunt would never go for that,” I said meekly, almost in a whisper.

“She already has, I told her when I rang earlier that we would have to stay here as the roads were treacherous. She didn’t seem to have a problem with it. She obvious trusts me.” His voice was quieter than normal. “And, so can you.”

I looked around; no one seemed to hear us. “How many rooms did you book?” I was almost too scared to hear the answer; my fantasies hadn’t had nearly enough time to formulate in my head. Sleeping with him was just that, a fantasy,

“Time for one more drink I think. Sit down and don’t look so worried, you have nothing to fear, I won’t hurt you.” And with that he stood and went to the bar.

At this point, my brain started working over time. Had he really called my home, my Aunt would never have agreed to this, no way! I am going to have to call myself. How am I going to get out of this? I’m only eighteen, very mature and sensible but still only eighteen and bloody scared now. I really had to get out of here.

Tony was at the bar ordering drinks, his back to me. I made for the door, it swung out and I was immediately blasted by freezing cold air, I stepped out into the car park, everything was silent, I mean there was no sound at all.

I headed for the main road, it was only three miles home, I jogged more than that every morning, ok, there wasn’t usually a foot of snow on the ground, but, that would just slow me down.

There wasn’t a single car on the road and the road was completely snowbound. Hell, I couldn’t go back and it didn’t look like I could go forward.

I was suddenly aware of the icy wind whipping my face, I could only just open my eyes a little or the icy snow would blind me. I wrapped my arms around me, to protect myself from the cold. Not a very effective method.

“You’ll freeze before you get to the end of the road.” His voice broke into my thoughts, I turned around, he was leaning against the door frame, his hands in his front pockets and his feet crossed at the ankles. He looked very relaxed and too dam good looking.

He smiled at me and my heart leapt suddenly and my stomach turned over. I began to shiver and not just from the cold.

“I can’t stay here with you, it’s not right, you’re a teacher and I’m a student.” I tried to say, through chattering teeth.

He pushed himself away from the door frame and started to walk towards me. I backed away but stumbled on what was probably the curb, hidden under the snow. He was upon me in seconds, holding out his hand to help me up, taking his hand I looked up at him. His eyes were darker now, even though the reflection of the snow made his face clearer. His eyes displayed only anger and impatience.

“Take my hand, come on lets get back inside, you’re shaking with the cold and now your clothes are wet, if you don’t get out of them you’ll end up with the flu or something worse!” He bent down and took hold of my hands and pulled me to my feet, I slipped but he caught me with both arms, mind you I didn’t weigh that much, so it wouldn’t have been too difficult for him.

He put his arms around me and pulled my head to his chest, I could feel his heart, not exactly pounding but it seemed a little fast. “Come on; let’s go inside before we both freeze.” He said quietly into my hair, it was a surreal moment which would remain in my memory for a long time to come.

The last remnants of the customers were leaving now, ready to leave their vehicles and walk home. The bar was closed and the only activity was the staff clearing away.

Tony picked up our drinks, “the landlord says we can take our drinks upstairs, he’ll collect the glasses in the morning.”

I froze to the spot, suddenly I couldn’t breathe, my eyes were glued to his, oh, my god, what now? I could feel the sweat running down my spine. I could feel the colour draining from face. The room began to move around me, I gripped the chair back to steady myself.

Tony was standing in front of me, watching my reaction, then, I think I saw the realisation dawn on him. He put my glass containing my fourth drink into my hand and then used his free hand to produce a room key with a red tag on it, smiling he placed the key into my hand, “this is your room key, it’s on the first floor, top of the stairs,” he then produced another key, this time with a green tag, “and, this is my room key.” He said quietly.

I was so relieved but, oddly disappointed at the same time. I felt foolish, acting just like the inexperienced teenager that I was.

As we made our way to the stairs, Tony put his hand on the small of my back, guiding me. At the top of the stairs, he stopped me “make sure you put your wet clothes on the radiator to dry.”

“Yes sir! I won’t forget, sir.” I replied with a little more sarcasm than I intended. I saluted and turned to unlock my room, before I could get the key in the lock, I felt him behind me, very close.

I turned to face him; he leaned against me, pushing me up against the door. His hands supporting his weight on the door on both sides of my head, I could see his eyes had that dark appearance again, if the eyes truly were a window to the sole, then his sole was in big trouble. Looking down at me, his face serious and his eyes warning me to be careful, he smiled a little, bent his head and his lips brushed mine, very lightly at first, then more intensely. A fire burned within me, my head just didn’t know what to do, my senses were being assaulted and my brain simply couldn’t think. My body however, had no such reservations, my arms snaked up his chest and around his neck. A small groan escaped deep from him and he intensified the kiss. My head was swimming but the rest of me was flying. His tongue slipped along my lips and they seemed to automatically open, he gently probed the inside of my mouth, careful to avoid my tongue. I kissed him back, gingerly. He pulled me away from the door and his arms circled me, my body was reacting to this onslaught, every nerve seemed to come alive.

Suddenly, he broke away and stepped back, “I’m sorry, that wasn’t supposed to happen. Go into your room and lock the door!” Turning, he ascended a second flight of stairs and disappeared.

I couldn’t move, my legs were like jelly and my lips quivered where his had been just seconds ago, wow….! It was completely unexpected and worth waiting for.

Saturday evening…..

The production had been a resounding success, everybody, the cast, theatre crew, make-up and costume department had all headed over to the local nightclub, which had been hired at great expense, I might add, for an end of run party. Some of the cast were still in full costume and make-up. It was the week before Christmas, so the party served two purposes.

The disco was in full swing, there were bodies everywhere, the club was allowed six hundred patrons, but I’m sure there were nearer eight hundred. It was incredibly hot and very noisy.

I picked up my drink and headed for the back door to get some air and to cool down, if I used the front door, I might not get back in again. Although not a terrific disco dancer, when it came to ballroom or Latin American I could more than hold my own. As there were people of all ages and backgrounds, I had found myself being asked to dance a lot, this was something I was not accustomed too. My gymnastic abilities were a great asset when it came to Latin American dancing.

As I leaned against the wall outside I looked back over the past six weeks, everything had changed for me personally. My focus had changed from gymnastics to anything else but gymnastics, much to the consternation of the coach and other members of the team. I had not kept to all the training sessions and my interest was definitely shifting away from gymnastics, but, I didn’t know which direction to go. I had done this for so long, that I didn’t know what else to try, I never wanted to do gymnastics in the first place, it just turned out to be a talent and the schools made use of it. I definitely did not want to move into drama or anything associated with it, that hadn’t changed.

Earlier, there had been acknowledgments for everyone’s efforts with the production. Sarah, Miss Lewis received a massive bouquet of flowers for her astounding stage management skills. Tony had been awarded 12 months membership to a gym of his choosing, in recognition for all his hard work and sleepless nights. He’d said in a short speech that he was sure that the parents of his new born twin cousins probably got more sleep than he had. I was given tickets for a weekend break in London, with a choice of West End shows and a pass to tour the BBC Studios.

It was nice outside, unusually warm for a December night. Maybe it was just that I was too hot. It was a clear night and I could see the crescent moon and thousands of twinkling diamonds, there was no light except for the moonlight, so the stars were incredibly bright. I heard the door open and close, another poor soul trying for some relief.

“Thought I’d find you out here,” Tony was pouring Bacardi into my coke, I’m not old enough to drink but, as he says, he is.

“That’s four now,” I said with a smile. I had long given up trying to stop him. We had become firm friends since that night in the snow. He never kissed me again, but I lived in hope. I was attracted to him but not to the exclusion of all others, there was no future for us and we both knew it, so we didn’t pursue it. We became friends instead.

“Eight actually, they’re doubles.” His smile was warm and his eyes inviting, he looked younger than his 29 years and always looked fabulous in jeans and a t-shirt, there had been no dress code for tonight.

Lucky really as there were a lot still in costume.

“You will lose your job if anyone finds out that you are supplying alcohol to a minor,” it was an obvious observation, but a necessary one.

“Well, if I’m going to lose my job, then it’s going to be for something worthwhile.”

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Lindsay Wants Boys And Girls

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I’m going to admit it. I take full credit. I turned a friend of mine bisexual.

I don’t know how actually, I guess it was because I talked about it with her constantly, urged her to at least think about getting with girls as well as guys. I am of the opinion — and I’m sure there are several guys out there who agree with me — that every woman should try another woman.

My friend Lindsay was fairly apprehensive about the idea; to tell you the truth, at first I thought she was repulsed by the idea. But one day a few months ago, she flat out told me, “Sean, I think I like girls!” Cha-ching!!!! I immediately felt a little stirring in my boxers. She told me she had bedtime fantasies of girls and that she didn’t want to just try girls; she wanted a girlfriend as well as a boyfriend for full sexual pleasure.

Now let me describe Lindsay to you: she is 18 years old, about 5’6″ and about 130 lbs. She has short, shoulder length dark red hair and 38D tits. There have been nights where my own bedtime fantasies come in with me holding onto her tits for dear life while I fuck her from behind.

Lindsay goes to a catholic all-girls school outside of Providence — she so eloquently refers it as “lezzie school,” Gaziantep Üniversite Escort because all the girls seem to have a classmate who they are either fucking or want to fuck. She recently has told me about a girl called Christina whom she is interested in, and has said is interested in her, as well. Lindsay says Christina loves to grab her ass.

Even though I haven’t received a full description from Lindsay about Christina, I do know this: she has long blonde hair and rather nice sized tits. She shaves her pussy — she bluntly told Lindsay that fact, and Lindsay told me she had started shaving her own pussy after I suggested it. Go me.

She has even said Christina has shown her her bra and panties — white bra, black lace panties. Up until now, she has not seen what is in the bra, although she has commented, “I would rather like to see whats in the panties.” That’s my girl. The school uniform they wear at school is perfect for Lindsay to catch a glimpse of Christina’s panties — if Christina in on the next stair case up. The plaid skirt comes down a few inches below the girls’ asses. Navy knee highs and a white blouse compliment the outfit. Lindsay has said she has even checked out the panties of a few other girls at this school.

This would be Lindsay’s first girl to do anything other than make out — she told me she was hooked after making out with another girl. So, as you might expect, she is a little nervous about going through with all of it. Although she has been quite graphic in details as to what she wants to do with her if she ever had the chance to have sex with her.

“I really want to lick her. Eat her out so she has a powerful orgasm, an orgasm like she has never had before! Then I want her to eat me out. I’ve never been eaten out by a girl, so I want to know how that feels like. And she has the most perfect tits, and I just want to suck on them.”

The other night, Lindsay and I were talking in IMs and she even said she wants me to join them in a threesome. Her panties were on her bed and she was wearing a grey tank top with her nipples pointing out. Her pussy was wet and, as she so nicely put it, was “spazzing out.” She was rubbing her clit and fingering herself.

“We can tie your arms behind a chair, put a cushion under your bum, then we will take turns sucking on your cock for double the pleasure. Then we’ll untie you, lay you on the bed, and while I’m preparing myself for good fuck session, Christina can suck softly on your cock. I know she will like it.

“Then after she’s done, I will rub your cock along my drenched pussy, but we’re going to need some KY because you’re so big and I’m so tight. I’m verrrrrrrrrrrry tight. Then your hard cock will penetrate me, and I will ride your big cock. My tits will be bouncing in your face. Oh baby I hope you touch them and suck on my nipples. I like thinking about that, it gets me very horny. Then after we cum, I will suck on your cock and get it hard for Christina’s pussy, I know she will want you to fuck her good and hard. She’s going to be sucking and slurping on my pussy, feeding on all the cum you left inside of me, and her little ass and pussy will be wiggling in front of you. I’m going to look you right in the eyes and tell you to fuck her good, make her the little slut she is. Grab onto her hips and pull her body toward you. Make her moan, make her delirious as your cock saws into her little tight twat.”

She didn’t tell me immediately that she had cum, but the delayed response afterward told me that was recovering from her orgasm. Her typing was slightly ragged, but I was able to make out what she had said. She said she hopes to make her one-on-one with Christina a reality very soon, and quite possibly while still in their school uniforms.

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The Barbarian and the Wench

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“Do you see something you like, M’Lord?” the perky blond asked, leaning over the display case and offering a stunning view of her full breasts, barely contained in a low-cut peasant blouse.

“Absolutely,” I replied, trying not to stare. Pointing at a silver pendant, I said, “‘Ow about that one?”

With a dazzling smile, she took it out and handed it to me. It was a bold sculpture of a dragon with spread wings, clutching an amethyst crystal. She talked about the design and the artist who made it but I was too busy stealing glances at her smooth, creamy flesh to pay much attention. I was nineteen then, and somewhat awkward around girls.

This time, I promised myself, would be different.

I was The Barbarian. Wearing little more than a fur loincloth, boots, and a four-foot broadsword, I swaggered and flirted my way through my first day at a Renaissance Faire.

I leaned a brawny arm on the display case, grinned, and said, “Maybe you should model it for me.”

She smiled and raised her arms to put on the necklace, which made her tits even more prominent. The dim circles of her nipples showed faintly through the fabric. I ogled her with a self-assurance I conjured from nowhere. Normally this would have been greeted with an icy stare or even a slap. But she just put her hands on her hips and twisted from side to side, allowing me to view the necklace and her enticing curves from all angles.

“Is it to your liking, M’Lord?”

Like everyone else, myself included, she spoke with what was supposed to be an English accent. A real Englishman would probably have a stroke hearing what we thought his countrymen sounded like, but it lent a wonderful air of playfulness to the place. My eyes roamed her young body, from her clingy, artfully ragged skirt, over her corset, and across her jutting tits. My cock, half-hard for most of the day, grew to full length.

“Your beauty makes it look like a pebble in comparison,” I said, not believing I could deliver such a line with a straight face. But she beamed at me and thrust her chest forward.

“You fancy another piece?” she asked.

“Actually, I was thinking of it for myself.”

“‘Tis a bit masculine for a lady,” she said, knowing I’d had no reason to ask her to wear it.

“I just needed to be sure,” I lied unconvincingly.

“Per’aps you should try it on,” she replied, unfastening it from her slender neck.

She held it out. I leaned forward, practically sticking my face into her cleavage. Her fingers brushed my shoulders as she reached under my hair and fastened the clasp. The view between those glorious orbs was breathtaking. My cock twitched and I felt pre-cum dribbling out. I really needed to re-position my dick but I didn’t dare. Straightening up with some reluctance, I looked into the mirror she held for me.

I hardly recognized myself: three-day scruff of beard, longish hair barely combed, broad shoulders tanned by the Texas sun, the strap of my broadsword scabbard cutting across my hairy chest. “I like it.”

“It becomes you,” she said, her sea-green eyes peering at me through dense lashes.

Sure, she was flirting with me to make a sale, but I also sensed genuine interest. I wondered if she was playing a role as much as I. She probably lived in her parent’s basement and worked some dead-end job in real life. But there was no mistaking the sexuality that radiated from her, like distortion waves on a desert highway.

Fingering the pendant, I asked, “What’s your name, lass?”

“Rochelle, M’Lord,” she replied, and curtsied.

I sure felt like a Lord. “I’ll take it,” I said.

I paid her but took my time doing it. We made googly eyes at each other and I left a hefty tip in a copper bowl next to the historically inaccurate cash register. I was reluctant to leave but I knew she had other customers.

“Anything else you like?” she asked.

I looked her up and down one last time and said, “There is, fair maiden, but I must come back for it later.”

She curtsied again, blinded me with her teeth, and turned away. I strolled off, trying to look casual as I tugged my cock into a more comfortable position.

The sun beat down, warm even in October. Scantily clad people in period clothing or outlandish fantasy attire wandered around or stood in front of shops hawking their wares. Minstrels playing Victorian instruments strolled among the crowd.

People treated a nearly naked barbarian far differently than they did the tongue-tied teenager I was on all other days. True, I was muscular and fit from years of cycling and rock climbing, with a wide chest and tree-trunk legs, but girls sensed my awkwardness and I didn’t score as much as some of my less attractive but more outgoing friends. So I’d come to the Renaissance Faire to try a new persona, one that showed off my attributes and allowed me to be someone else for a while.

I’d heard about the place for years but had never been here. Several hundred merchants worked from permanent structures of wood, brick, and stone that gave a reasonably convincing impression of a Medieval Gaziantep Anal Escort town. Stages offered musical acts, jugglers, and magicians, and there was full-contact jousting and a daily parade.

The place was packed with people looking to escape the real world.

I felt despondent about leaving Rochelle and found myself moping around, avoiding everyone who wanted to talk to me or take my picture. Snap out of it, I told myself. This isn’t how The Barbarian acts! I still have a shot at her. She had not discouraged me when I suggested I would return. I felt my spirits lift. The womanizing, devil-may-care persona flooded over me.

The air was thick with the smell of roasting meat so I bought a turkey leg and an overpriced ceramic stein filled with cold beer. Laughing, I gnawed the leg and gulped the beer like a true barbarian.

Women of all ages seemed drawn to me. Giggling schoolgirls pointed and whispered, while housewives and secretaries clustered around me as their friends took pictures. A couple of women gave my ass a squeeze and one even slipped her hand under my loincloth.

I’d never had this much attention in my life. I’d had a couple of girlfriends and hooked up with a few chicks at parties. But this was a surreal fantasy world where regular folks mingled with half-naked people from another time. Different rules of behavior seemed to apply. Several women, entranced by the magical atmosphere (and possibly a little drunk) made their willingness to venture off with me quite clear. A few wooded areas would be perfect for a quick tryst, or we could just walk out to one of our vehicles.

Normally I would have been happy to fuck any of them. But I was The Barbarian. I wanted Rochelle.

After a few hours the sun dropped below the trees and the crowds began to thin. Criers wandered about letting everyone know the faire closed at sunset. I made my way back toward Rochelle’s shop. Would she still be there? Was her interest just an act?

Rounding the corner of a leatherworker’s booth, I saw her across the street packing trays of jewelry into wooden boxes. Her hair spilled over her shoulders and I had a great view down her blouse as she bent over to pick up another tray. As my normal self I knew I’d never land a girl like her.

I told myself, “I am The Barbarian. I will have her.”

I puffed out my chest and marched up to the shop, one hand on the hilt of my broadsword, the other carrying my empty beer stein. Rochelle glanced up. She gave a delighted smile as she packed the last of the trays.

“You came back, M’Lord,” she said, brushing a few strands of honey-colored hair behind her ear.

“As I promised,” I replied, leaning again on the display case. “Care to join me for a mug of ale?”

She looked me up and down as brazenly as I’d looked at her earlier. Regarding me with those aquamarine eyes, she said, “Aye. That sounds nice.”

After conferring with an older couple, presumably the owners, she joined me in the street. I gave her a devilish grin as my gaze lingered on her cleavage. She didn’t seem to mind, since she slipped her arm through mine and looked up at me expectantly. I paused a moment to drink in her beauty before strolling off.

Neither of us spoke as we walked through the town. The sky was dark purple and the temperature had dropped into the high 70s. A few knights clumped by on horseback and the humid air smelled of wood, dirt, and leather. Though the show was now closed to “mundanes”, meaning those who didn’t work here, a few of the eateries and taverns remained open to serve the performers and merchants. I escorted Rochelle to the bar of an open-air pub.

“Ho, Barkeep,” I said. “A beer for me and whatever the lady is having.”

“Shiner Bock,” she said, naming a popular local beer. Then she held up two fingers. “Two.”

The huge, bearded bartender gave her a suspicious squint, then shrugged, filled my stein and handed two bottles to Rochelle. I paid and we strolled off again.

“‘Tis still quite warm,” she said, then smiled, drained one bottle with a series of lusty gulps and tossed it in a trash can.

“Aye,” I agreed, taking a few swigs myself.

We walked for several minutes in silence, enjoying the tingle of the alcohol and each others’ company. I wasn’t sure what to say. Talking in our ridiculous accents for any length of time would be quite cumbersome. Besides, were we really going ask each other personal questions? She didn’t want to know who I was in real life any more than I wanted to know about her. The delicious tension of the game was everything.

“Where are we going?” she asked after a while, her fingers brushing my shoulder and bicep.

“Let’s find a quiet place to sit, lass,” I replied.

With no street lamps and a half hour past sunset, it was getting dark. The glow from shop windows and the rising half moon gave enough light to navigate. Few people were about as we walked away from the shops, past a stage and toward the arena. The merchants slept in their shops while the performers had a huge campground on the other side of the faire. No one was in this area at all.

“‘Tis quite dark, M’Lord,” Rochelle said, now clutching my arm.

“It’s fine, my love,” I replied. “We’re nearly there.”

When I said ‘my love’ her grip tightened. Good. I looked at the stocks as we sauntered past. Set in the middle of a bare patch of ground, the wooden contraption had one large and two small holes to secure a prisoner’s head and hands, like something from old Salem. Rochelle looked at it too, then up at me.

“No, lass,” I said, sensing her concern. “Here.”

I guided her to a bench beneath a tree. With bushes on three sides, it had a view of a small lake and the rising moon. I’d spotted it earlier and knew it was the perfect spot to take my delectable wench. We put our beers down and sat next to each other on the narrow, wooden bench.

“Ooh, it’s lovely,” she said.

“So are you,” I replied, stroking a finger along her neck.

If possible, she was even more beautiful in the moonlight. Her hair seemed to glow and her full lips gave a hint of a smile. Her large, dark eyes bored into me, waiting for me to make the next move. My cock was hard as a sword hilt. I basked in the electric excitement of knowing she wanted the same thing I did.

“You’re too kind, sir,” she said after a moment.

I slid my hand behind her neck, gazed into her eyes, and said, “No I’m not.”

She gave no resistance as I pulled her toward me. Her lips met mine. Soft and warm, they parted instantly. Her tongue probed my lips, which opened as well. Our tongues met, tangled, withdrew, then met again, like sword fighters only much more fun.

Her arms went around my neck. I slipped my free hand around her waist, still kissing with gusto, as my other hand drifted from her neck, over her collarbone, inexorably downward.

Instead of pulling away, she arched her back to bring her breast into my hand more quickly. I thought I might spew right there. I’m The Barbarian, I told myself. I seduce beautiful women all the time! So I pulled her closer and caressed first one full globe, then the other. I felt her nipples harden beneath my palms and her breathing grew faster.

Suddenly I felt her fingers inching under my loincloth. I moaned into her mouth. Her hand stroked my throbbing dick through my skimpy underwear.

“Mmmmm,” she mumbled, clearly happy with what she’d found.

I spread my legs to give her better access. As she stroked me I tugged down the shoulders of her peasant blouse. She squeezed my cock harder as her magnificent breasts burst free. I pulled my lips away from hers and took one nipple in my mouth. She moaned as I sucked gently, first one and then the other. They jutted from her chest, flawless and firm. Large areola tipped by thimble-sized nipples stuck out proudly, dark against her moonlit skin.

She freed my cock from the underwear and vigorously pumped my shaft. I started to fear I would cum soon.

“Easy lass,” I said. “You’re getting me quite worked up.”

She relaxed her grip and slowed her strokes. Wiggling free of her grasp, I knelt on the ground between her legs. I pulled her forward, kissed her again, then turned my attention to her breasts. Caressing, licking, sucking, I worshiped those noble tits as they truly deserved. She moaned her appreciation.

I was overcome by lust. This stunning girl seemed just as excited as me. Throwing caution to the wind I stood up, lifted my loincloth, and brought my cock within inches of her face. Before I could even tell her what to do she engulfed it in her mouth.

She slurped the head of my seven-incher, tongue swirling around my cock-head, then licking the underside of my shaft. One hand pumped me while the other cupped my oversized balls.

“Aye, lass, that’s it…” I said as she worked me.

I grabbed her head and thrust in and out of her mouth. I felt the pressure start to build in my balls and I knew I’d cum soon if she kept going. I bit my tongue hard and thought of roadkill. She sucked and slurped enthusiastically. I bit harder.

“Ahh, wench…slow down…”

She looked up at me and shook her head.

I was determined not to cum yet. I would bring this girl to a climax first, leave her panting in the dirt. Taking two fistfuls of hair, I pulled her head away. My cock popped out of her mouth with a sucking sound.

“My Lord, am I not to your liking?” she asked, looking up at me with genuine concern.

“You’re wonderful, my love, but I want to see to your needs first.”

“But I only want to satisfy you.”

“You’ll satisfy me by doing as you’re told.”

Rochelle gave me a puppy dog look. “I’ll…I’ll do whatever you want.”

This ravishing girl was now at my command, at least for as long as I could stay in character. Then an idea hit me.

“Come with me,” I said, holding out my hand.

She started to pull up her blouse but I said, “Leave it.”

She obeyed, taking my hand and following me back the way we’d come, bare tits bouncing in the moonlight. I brought her to the stocks. She looked at them, then back to me, uneasiness plain on her lovely face.

“M’Lord I…”

Raising the bar, I said, “In, wench.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied with downcast eyes.

Bending over at the waist, Rochelle placed her wrists and neck onto the three half-circles cut into the lower stock. I brought the top piece down, trapping her. Of course, it wasn’t locked. She could just stand up and walk away at any time. We both knew it. That’s what made it so exciting.

She was giving herself to me totally. To a barbarian she’d met only hours earlier.

I raised my loincloth and again fed her my cock. She slurped away, but this time without the use of her hands. She gazed up at me with eyes that seemed even more luminous in the moonlight, half her face bright, half in shadow. Thrusting in and out of her mouth, I looked back at her with a confidence I’d never felt before. I watched my cock disappear past her lips and emerge again, glistening with her saliva. Holding her golden hair, I fucked her face for a minute or two, then slowly withdrew.

Bending down, I whispered in her ear, “You may climax as much as you like, my love, but be quiet about it.”

I moved around behind her. She gasped as I raised her skirt and bunched it around her narrow waist. I tugged her panties down and she kicked them away.

I knelt behind her. Her fair skin glowed a faint blue, highlighting the contours of her ass and legs. Narrow lips and engorged clitoris nestled between soft mounds. Her crotch and inner thighs shined with moisture. I inhaled the earthy scent of her. It intoxicated me, drew me in like the smell of food to a starving man.

I lapped the back of her thighs, moving upwards and planting kisses on her glorious ass. Moving my face lower, I licked the tender flesh of her labia, first one side then the other. Her pubic hair felt coarse against the smoothness of her skin. I heard her moan again.

“Yes…yes…” she whispered.

When I gently licked her clit her whole body twitched. Spreading her labia with my thumbs, I slithered my tongue up and down her slippery flesh. Her clitoris felt firm and hot and slick. I breathed in her musky scent. Through my lips and palms I felt her tremble as I continued slurping her.

“Oh, my Lord…”

I pressed my mouth over her mound and got a good seal. Lightly I sucked and licked her most sensitive spot. Her legs began to spasm and I heard gasping. My hands squeezed her ass while my thumbs kept her spread. I sucked a bit harder, lapping her clit with fast flicks of my tongue.

It was so deliciously erotic, kneeling behind this lovely girl and pleasuring her with my mouth. Her satisfaction dripped down my chin. Free from my underwear, my cock throbbed beneath my loincloth, dripping pre-cum onto the ground. I couldn’t tell who was more aroused.

“Mmmm,” she whispered. “Yes, yes…mmmmm…”

I kept up my efforts, giving her a good suction and licking madly. Her legs began to shake and her neck and wrists twitched in the stocks, making the wood rattle.

“Just like that! Just like that!” she whispered far too loudly.

I kept it up.

Rochelle shuddered again and let out a low animal groan. Her muscles seemed to lock tight. My mouth clamped on her pussy, I licked and slurped as the first waves of her orgasm crashed over her. Her body spasmed, first trembling and then going rigid.

“Ah! Ah!” she shouted in a whisper. “Oh my god…”

I held on to her wriggling ass with both hands, pulling my face into her, devouring her dripping pussy.

“…ahhh…ahhh…”

A rivulet of warm liquid trickled into my mouth. It tasted different than her other juice- a bit sweeter maybe, more tangy. She kept going and so did I.

“…mmmmmm…”

Her convulsions grew weaker and farther apart.

“…oooooooooh…”

She began to relax. I slowed my licks and let the suction fall away. At last her paroxysms stopped. She sighed…a long, low breath that told me everything I needed to know. After a few more gentle licks I stood, my hands sliding over her bunched-up skirt and clutching her waist.

I moved closer until my loincloth touched her ass. I slid my hips from side to side, brushing her skin with my fur.

“Oh yes, M’Lord,” she whispered. “Take me.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice.

I lifted my fur and stroked the tip of my throbbing cock up and down her dripping slit. She gasped. Positioning my dick at her opening, I slowly pushed inside her. Animal groans came from both of us. Her moist tunnel gripped me, hot and insistent. Holding her corseted waist, I pushed until every inch was buried inside her.

Pausing to get used to her, I focused on relaxing my balls. I could spew at any moment but I was determined to make this last, maybe bring her off a second time. With deliberate slowness I withdrew until only the tip remained inside her. Then I sunk into her again. Trying to ignore the delicious pleasure of her hole, I looked around. It seemed so surreal, fucking a girl in stocks, with moonlit buildings from another time nearby and a half moon rising over the mirror-still lake. For an instant I thought I was back in the Middle Ages.

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Laura’s Strawberry Shortcake

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This is a continuation from “Laura’s Cherry Pie” and if stories involving a woman’s menstrual cycle are offensive to you please don’t read any further.

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Once Laura and I had worn each other out she let me use the applicator to insert a tampon into her pussy so that her juices would not be wasted on the bed. We fell asleep with my head on her thigh and her hand on my cock. As the sun poured in the window the next morning Laura’s alarm clock went off and I was treated to the vision of bloody flow seeping out from around her tampon; even the tampon’s string was damp.

“You’re leaking,” I told her as I licked my lips. Laura spread her legs wider and I buried my face between her heavenly lips. Licking and sucking all over her as I didn’t want to miss a single solitary drop. Once I had the lips and the top of her thigh cleaned up I took the string of her tampon between my teeth and slowly pulled it out.

Her tampon was absolutely soaked with her bloody run off. Getting it all of the way out I placed it on the other side of her and dove back into her vagina. My tongue probing as deep as it would go feasting on her monthly flow. She was squirming under my cuntal attack as she found my asshole with her fingers and had jabbed two of them all of the way up there up to her knuckles.

Soon Laura was bathing my face with her cum as I continued to lick and swallow all she had to give me. Satisfied Laura rubbed my head and told me, “That was fucking fantastic.”

Grabbing the tampon I swirled to face her beautiful face and placing one end of the material in my mouth I leaned toward her. Deftly Laura caught the other end and we began licking and sucking the deposits out of the tampon together. Unfortunately, this didn’t last too long as I let go of my end to tell her, “Shit, I really have to go piss.”

“Well then let’s go,” she responded enthusiastically. As we got to the bathroom Laura dumped the destroyed tampon in the garbage and sat on the toilet. Motioning for me to come over Laura gave me a sinister smile. Standing in front of her my prick was at her eye level. Leaning forward she took the head of my penis into her mouth and did nothing.

When I didn’t begin pissing she popped me in the ass with her hand signaling me to go ahead. Relaxing I was finally able to release the piss into her throat. I could hear her feverishly gulping as my urine kept filling her mouth. Evidently having drunk enough Laura removed my pecker from her mouth and aimed my piss all over her body especially her breasts and twat. It looked like a rain storm hitting her body.

Under the bathroom lights her wet breasts seemed to glisten and shine. Moaning she ran her hands all over her wet body giving me quite a show. Leaning down she licked the top side of one of her boobs clean of my urine. Then looking up at me with big puppy dog eyes asked, “Are you thirsty? Get into the bathtub and I’ll serve you your drink.

“Fuck yes,” I replied. In seconds I was in the tub with my mouth surrounding her pee hole and my hands on her sweet ass. She placed both of her hands on my head while bracing her feet against the sides of the tub.

“Fuck, you sexy bastard; drink up, drink my fucking piss from my nasty snatch,” she exhorted. Then her golden nectar began gushing into my mouth. I gulped and gulped for everything I was worth. Her salty warm fluid tasted heavenly to me but I couldn’t swallow it fast enough as it began leaking out the edges of my mouth.

Golden streams began flowing down my chin working their way to my chest Gaziantep Merveşehir Escort and points beyond. When her bladder was emptied in me and on me I stood up and we had a wonderfully passionate pissy kiss as our tongues danced merrily together. Then Laura spun around and ground her rear against my crotch hungrily.

Wasting no time I pulled back and aimed right for her nasty cunt. Laura held onto the wall as I pounded her cunt without mercy. Thrust after hard thrust my prick darted in and out of her sweetness. Just then the alarm clock went off for the second time. Fearing that she would call a halt to things in mid-fuck I started ramming her even harder.

However, she didn’t put a stop to things but only became more aggressive as she used the muscles of her twat to squeeze me even harder trying to milk out my cum. Meanwhile her hips were rising up to meet my thrusts. It didn’t take long for me to fill her honey pot with my own deposit as I felt her juices surround my pecker.

As my cock slid out of her pussy my menstruating lover turned on the water. We spent the next twelve minutes helping each other scrub all of the remnants of our kinky love making from our bodies. We played a little but when the alarm went off yet again Laura jumped out of the bathtub and reached for her towel and threw me one.

Neither of us could afford to be late for work so we hurriedly dressed and went to the kitchen. Once there she tossed me a couple of doughnuts and we each grabbed a can of soda and sucked them down. Walking up to me she purred, “If you come back tonight I’ll let you have more fun with my fucking bloody pussy; I’ll even give you some Strawberry shortcake you kinky bastard.”

OF course, I readily agreed to come back and we kissed gently once more before we each got in our own cars and headed to work. It was a long day. I was anxiously awaiting quitting time as I knew Laura’s delights were waiting for me. I lusted for her Cherry Pie but, what did she mean by offering me strawberry shortcake? My prick stayed hard all day just thinking about the night ahead and the wonders of her bloody cunt.

Just after lunch Laura called me and suggested that we each stop for fast food on the way over to her place so we would have more time to play around. It sounded like a great plan to me. Finally it was time to leave. I raced for the door and sped out of there right into the first drive through I came to. I didn’t even really taste the food but it was gone before I parked the car at her place. I ran to the door like a fool as she wasn’t even there.

Straightening my hair I looked down the street waiting for her. An eternity of a minute passed before Laura swung her car in and parked it. Meeting her I gave her a big bear hug and a soft kiss before letting her unlock the door, saying, “Hi there sexy lady.”

“Hi there yourself; you know what, my tits are swollen, and my pussy lips are puffy, I am gushing blood like a bitch in heat, and haven’t changed my tampon all fucking day. So, get your fucking ass inside and hug my cunt and see what you think now of hot bloody twats. Don’t give me any fucking small talk it is time to put up or shut up.”

Laura ran inside and took a position in front of the easy chair as I followed closely behind her slamming the door on my way. Greeted by the brilliant red of her panties I smashed my face into her crotch as she pulled her dress off over her head. The gyrating movement of her hips was driving me nuts and my nostrils were filled with the smells of her bloody pussy. I began to pull down her undies when she stopped me.

“Oh God, Laura, I want your hot bloody twat in my mouth right now. Your nasty hole smells fucking wonderful, Oh fuck let me lick up your mother fucking cunt; your stench is driving me nuts,” I begged just as I inhaled deeply. Whipping around she shoved her big ass in my face.

“You talk as if we are dogs. So, sniff my ass like the stud you are, sniff your bitch’s bloody hot cunt.” Sniffing for all I could I ran my hands all over her panties. As I did this she took off her bra and tossed it aside while still grinding my face.

“Laura, this is fucking nasty, but please come on let me rip these god damn panties off that sexy ass?” No man had ever sounded more desperate than I did at that moment. Feeling sympathy for me Laura fell down into my lap and put her arms around my neck. Snuggling up to me she gave me a sultry kiss before speaking again.

“Ok my sexy bastard I tell you what I came home for lunch and got a surprise ready for you. Stay here and take off EVERY shred of clothes and come straight back to my room. Now, don’t just throw your clothes off take them off just like you do when you don’t have my steamy HOT bloody cunt waiting for your hungry mouth.” Sliding off of my lap Laura went to the kitchen and buzzed back to her room carrying a bag.

Hurriedly I discarded my clothing thinking about the contents of the bag. Removing my briefs my cock bounced hitting me in the stomach. I was excited and thought I had gotten undressed too fast so I stood there for a minute or so just waiting. Deciding not to worry about the bag I sauntered, as casually as I could, to her room.

When I got there the towels were replaced by a sheet of plastic covered by a thin piece of cotton material. She was laying on the bed tweaking her nipples with the bag laying beside her. Excitedly I blurted out, “My God you look so fucking sexy, Laura.”

“Well, come here and take off my panties and drag out my tampon. Then, have a seat in the chair while I show you the surprise. Oh, you can suck the tampon if you wish.” As I put my knee on the bed the plastic crackled. Roughly I ripped down her panties as she lifted her hips for me. The moment the panties were off of her feet she spread her legs wide showing off her wonders. Wanting to get on with whatever she had in mind I quickly found the string of the tampon and gave a tug. It slid out smoothly and easily.

Walking over to the chair she had pointed to I had a seat and lifted her tampon to my nose and then took it into my mouth. After I started sucking her flow from her dirty feminine protection Laura pulled an empty tampon applicator from the bag. Then, she pulled out a baggie with a few pieces of pre-cut pound cake in it. Taking one of the smaller pieces she put it in the applicator.

Using the applicator as usual she stuck it into her vagina and pushed in the piece of pound cake. Next she took a long sliver of the heavy cake and laid it deep between her cunt lips so that it ran from just above her clit to her anal opening. This was followed by her pulling out a can of whipping cream and thoroughly covering her entire cunt with a layer of cream and topping it with three Strawberries.

My eyes must have been bulging out of their sockets as I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. If I ever were to cum without my prick being touched this would have been the time. I decided to wait to see if she were done decorating her cunt or if she was going to pull anything else out of her bag of tricks.

“Well, how do you like the Strawberry Shortcake I made especially for you?” She smiled broadly as she pushed the bag aside. Putting the wet tampon down I stood up and admired her work closely. All the while my cock was throbbing out of control at the vision before me.

“Oh shit, it is fucking unbelievable, Laura; you are one hot little bitch.”

“Well, then dig in; come on and eat your dessert. Be sure to lick the ‘plate’ clean,” Laura cooed very sensually. It was the best Strawberry Shortcake I have ever seen in my entire life. Climbing quickly between her long sensual legs I wrapped my arms around her meaty thighs. I couldn’t wait to eat through the entire treat she had prepared for me on the way to the natural strawberry juice her cunt was producing.

Flicking my tongue out I scooped up a mouthful of whipping cream. Working quickly I pulled each of the strawberries into my gluttonous mouth then proceeded to eat up all the cream from around her twat working my way to the cake. The closer I got more and more of her bloody juices were being intermingled with the cream. Laura was seductively rubbing her legs all over my body as I finally reached the first piece of pound cake.

As the layers of the dessert came away the sexy aroma of her vagina began once again filling my nostrils. Biting into the piece of cake, after dislodging it from between her pussy lips, I found that it had absorbed a lot of Laura’s bloody flow. I scarfed it right down and then instantly returned to her cunt to retrieve the last piece. Looking at Laura’s love tunnel I could see the end of the piece of cake she had shoved in and it was apparent that Laura had produced so many juices that the piece of cake had expanded slightly.

First I tried pulling it out with my teeth but ended up just biting off a small but wonderful piece of totally saturated menstrual cake. Then I surrounded her hole with my mouth I sucked as hard as I could and the sweet dessert came out maybe a half an inch which I quickly bit off. I repeated the sucking of biting of the dessert until I retrieved every crumb of the nasty blood filled cake.

Her cunt, now empty of the food, seemed to be juicier than ever with her bloody menstrual flow. I buried my head as deep as I could get into her twat licking eagerly. My lover’s moaning was getting louder as her hips began moving as a result of my attention. I sucked her clit hard into my mouth working it between my lips as I moved one hand to her asshole and jabbed a finger deep inside of her rectum.

Soon I was rewarded with a massive flow of Laura’s sweet cum flooding my face which I quickly licked up. Laura’s hands were fully entangled in my hair. She was Cumming so hard that I thought she might crush my head between her thighs. As my tongue flicked over her little nub Laura groaned in ecstasy, “Oh fucking shit, fantastic, Get up here and fuck me. I need your cock to fill me up, right now.”

Without hesitation my cock was sliding into her pussy; ramming into her with a fury previously unmatched. In the midst of ramming my member home Laura suddenly gave me a hard shove rolling me onto my back and quickly remounting my stiff cock. She rode my cock masterfully stroking up and down as she threw her head back in pure lust.

Reaching up I grabbed her bouncing boobs and almost viciously mauled and squeezed them as her fingertip diddled her clit. Harder and faster she moved up and down my flagpole grunting with every stroke. My balls were boiling as her muscles contracted around my cock. I just couldn’t help it any longer and shot a huge load of cum into her hot hole as she let out a small yelp.

To my utter surprise she wasn’t done yet as she kept riding my pecker wilder. Even more surprising was that I was staying rigid in her cunt. She came twice more before my cock shriveled up and slid out of her. Climbing off of me she came up and locked lips and whispered, “How was that for a different dessert?”

“Lady, that was one sweet and delicious dish you served me,” I whispered back. We snuggled arm in arm for awhile before starting back up again. We spent that second night in lust again doing everything we could think of. She is the only woman that I know of who is as horny as I am.

Laura has never shoved pound cake back up her pussy since that night deciding that crumbs or little hunks might get caught up there. But, that hasn’t stopped her from serving me more kinky dishes like wieners, bananas, or grapes. As of this writing it has been three months of great sex especially during her menstrual cycle. I still don’t know if we are otherwise compatible because we are having too much fun in the bedroom. Finally, I have found a girl who loves having her Red Hot Cherry Pie eaten and fucked as much as I like doing the eating and fucking!

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(Inspired by AA’s WYW.)

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PROLOGUE

“Unh!”

With a final cry of carnal bliss, he came inside his newest conquest. A pretty blonde thing, with a face that was innocent and angelic. Definitely young-looking, maybe not even legal. But what the hell.

He plopped on top of the boy to recover. He was breathing pretty hard into the boy’s ear, but most of his partners said that was sexy anyway. When he’d regained enough strength, he pulled out unmercifully from the boy. There was blood, as he expected, since his conquest had been a virgin. Nice.

“You know where the door is, right?” he said rather callously, as he started walking toward the bathroom. “Just show yourself out.”

This was his routine. This was his method. And he did it unapologetically. Fuck the living daylights out of his conquests, then leave. Just like that. Never engage in affectionate acts like ‘cuddling’, lest they start to think that what transpired between them was more than just a one night stand, or worse, the beginning of a relationship. He shivered at the thought.

He heard a hurried shuffling and the muffled sounds of clothing against frenzied limbs as he emptied his bladder in the toilet. He stepped into the shower, and just as he turned the water on, he heard a distant click from his apartment door.

ONE | Creep and Consequence

Azrael closed the book he was reading with a sated sigh. God, that was a good chapter. He checked his watch. It was already one in the morning. He looked around for his best friend, Mat. He should have texted by now. Azrael guessed it meant his friend wasn’t getting lucky that night. He decided he’d give him a few more minutes before he calls it a night, whether Mat joins him or not.

“How about a dance, cutie?” a guy asked as he sidled up next to the bar stool where Azrael sat. His words were slurred and his eyes seemed hazy. Azrael wasn’t surprised, considering the amount of alcohol he reeked.

“Uh, no thanks,” Azrael said, smiling nervously.

“Whatsa matter, sweetcheeks, I’m not good enough for ya?” drunky drunk guy said, spittle raining from his foul-breathed mouth while a large hand slithered up his thigh.

Azrael held on to the guy’s wrist, preventing the rogue hand from snaking its way further up. He looked around frantically for someone, anyone he might know. God, where the hell was Mat!? He was beginning to get scared. This was exactly why he didn’t do the club scene! He started thinking of excuses to get away from this guy. But nothing came to him. He always had the best timing.

“Um, well, uh…”

God, Gaziantep Escortlar he’s stammering now. If only Joe, the bartender on duty whom he’s acquainted with, wasn’t so busy. Maybe he was one of those intuitive people who can sense danger in the air. He could look his way, and maybe Azrael could signal for some help with his eyes. Ugh, that was never gonna happen. This was real life, not some comic book hero movie. He shut his eyes tight, hoping Mat would come to his aid before something bad happens. He was his only chance now.

“Hey baby, sorry I’m late.”

As if in answer to his prayers, a pair of strong arms snaked around Azrael’s waist, and he felt the warmth of a hard body press behind him. The most tender of kisses was planted at the nape of his neck, and Azrael shivered from the sudden intimacy. He didn’t complain, though. The sweet gesture might make the performance more convincing. He whirled around to face his pseudo-lover, his face forced into what he hoped seemed like a loving smile.

“Where were y–“

Azrael trailed off, his fake smile fading into nothingness. Standing before him was a gorgeous man whose face and body rivaled that of any top male model. But it wasn’t his best friend Mat.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I got held up at work,” the gorgeous guy said with a warm smile, scratching his head for good measure. He gave Azrael a wink at the look of alarm on his face, as if urging him to play along. Gorgeous went ahead and entwined his fingers with Azrael’s, his thumb tracing lazy circles on his palm. Then he looked at the drunk guy. “Who’s your friend?”

It seemed to have worked. The drunk guy snorted, shook his head, raised his arms in defeat, then went away muttering incoherently to himself.

The gorgeous guy beamed at Azrael, and was a little surprised at the intensity of the stare that met him. Whatevere he was expecting, it wasn’t that look. Azrael untangled their clasped hands, and immediately looked away.

“Why’d you do that?” Azrael asked with a tinge of derision in his voice.

“Uh, you’re welcome,” the guy retorted, the warmth in his smile had now been replaced with amused bewilderment.

“Thank you. Now why’d you do it?”

The guy looked at Azrael. He was starting to get annoyed with his attitude. What was up with that, anyway? He did the guy a favor, and this is the thanks he gets? So much for playing good samaritan.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you needed help, what with the look of panic that was etched so painstakingly on your face,” he said sarcastically. “Silly me, I thought the guy was harassing you. I didn’t know you actually wanted to be with that creep. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have bothered.”

“Hey, I’m not saying I’m not grateful,” Azrael said, training his lapis lazuli eyes on the guy’s pale gold ones keenly. He had to force himself not to be distracted by the beautifully strange color of the guy’s eyes. It seemed so easy to get lost in them. “I am. And I thank you for coming to my rescue. But I alslo need to know why you did it.”

Now the guy really was annoyed.

“Like I said, I thought you could use the help. You didn’t look like the type who hooked up with his kind.”

There was a pause. They just looked at each other, daring the other to make a move. It was almost as if Azrael was trying, and trying hard, to get a glimpse of the guy’s soul. Or at least that’s what it felt like to the guy. And he thought it was pretty significant, too, because he did something he normally never does.

“I’m Warren,” the guy said, extending his hand and putting on one of his smiles.

It’s one of those perfect smiles, Azrael thought. The ones that could charm the pants right off a person. He shuddered at the thought and forced himself to look away.

He doesn’t remember. Figures.

Azrael never took the guy’s extended hand. He whirled around on his stool and picked up his book from the bar. He gave a curt nod to the bartender, Joe, left some tip on the bowl in front of him even when he didn’t order anything, and sauntered off towards the club’s egress.

“What, no kiss goodbye, babe?” the guy called after him, and loudly too. Enough so that it made some people turn around and stare at the cause of the sudden kerfuffle. “Hey, at least tell me your name. Hey!”

But Azrael didn’t look back.

+ + +

Outside, Azrael leaned against the brick wall, and heaved a great sigh. He closed his eyes, willing the tears, the tears that surprisingly came and threatened to fall and further humiliate him, away.

Of course he would’t remember. Why the hell would he remember?

He was different tonight, though. He wasn’t slick or smooth. There were no player moves, no suave words. He wasn’t like his usual cocky, self-assured, son-of-a-bitch self. He wasn’t even drunk, which meant he was sober the entire time. That hasn’t happened in months. What happened back there was all so very gallant and charming and sweet. It was all very peculiar and atypical and curious. And for the first time in a long while, he seemed almost… normal. Azrael laughed at the irony. He couldn’t help it.

Azrael jumped as a ring from his then vibrating phone jolted him from his reverie. He took it out of his pocket. It was Mat. He took a couple of deep, calming breaths before he pressed the answer button.

“Hey Mat,” Azrael said in an excessively cheerful tone. “Any luck?”

“Nah. Maybe not tonight,” Mat replied, sounding a little tipsy but otherwise non-deterred. Azrael was glad. Dejected Mat is whiny, although he would never tell that to his friend’s face.

“Sorry, man. Tough luck,” Azrael encouraged his friend. “But hey, there’s always tomorrow. Not a lot of nice tail in there tonight anyway.”

“Yeah… I think I’m ready to head home.”

“Okay,” Azrael said serenely. “I’m right outside the door.”

“Heh, I thought you might be,” Mat snorted. There was a pause. It was as if he was going to say something, but decided against it. “I’ll be right out.”

Mat came out about a minute later. He smiled when he saw Azrael leaning adorably on the wall, a leg propped up behind him. He seemed deep in thought and was oblivious to the many interested stares he got from the few people still out, passing him by. His friend had no idea how cute he was sometimes. Azrael is stunning in his own right. He could be a model if he was any taller. And he’s told him so several times, but Azrael just scoffed at him each time. What Azrael doesn’t realize is that the modesty just adds to his charm. He doesn’t understand how someone so… great, could be so alone. It’s why he brings Azrael to these places in the first place, despite his unwavering protests. Only, instead of mingling, Azrael just sits in the most well-lit corner of the room and reads. Reads! In a bar! While others around him drank and danced and committed gratuitous acts of inebriation. ‘Hey, I’m a bibliophile. What did you expect?’ Azrael would simply say to him, with a casual shrug and an evocative smile. If only he was gay or at least bisexual, or if only Azrael had been a girl, he would so tap that!

Mat loved his best friend to bits. Their bond was stronger than brothers, and he wouldn’t trade him for the world. And with the shitloads of stuff they’ve been through growing up, Azrael’s even more grave than Mat’s, he wants Azrael to have every happiness. He believes Azrael deserved nothing less, for time and circumstance had proven to him who his true friends are, and Azrael’s loyalty never faltered. Best friends forever, and all that crap, Azrael had said.

Mat laughed and shook his head, amused despite their predicament. He slugged an arm across Azrael’s shoulders, and smiled at his friend, who smiled back just as eagerly. Best friends forever, and all that crap, he thought. They walked a little ways away before managing to hail a cab, and the two rode home in companionable silence.

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