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Librarian Ch. 03

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I wasn’t sure what to expect coming in to the library that morning, I mean my relationship with the head librarian had substantially changed in the last two days. Besides me calling her Denise, which I am not entirely used to, I now need to figure out the whole bit about our sexual relationship. I had pretty much decided to keep myself busy working or once all the work was done, reading in the books she had recommended for me and let her decide if anything else is going to happen.

Working first in the stacks, I quickly got the returned books replaced and completed a quick walk through, dusting here and there, and picking up any stray trash. I then went through the new release section and rearranged the books in proper order and even when through the children’s book area and got it looking somewhat orderly. Heading back to the checkout desk I noticed some fresh cut flowers in a vase so I figured Denise must be in.

I didn’t see her right away so figured she was probably in the kitchen making up the coffee. Usually arriving to work first I had tried to make the coffee, but not being a coffee drinker myself I really didn’t have a clue how to do it. After the first few attempts she delicately suggested that I leave the coffee to her.

Quickly surveying the checkout desk I straightened out the miscellaneous staplers, stamps and pens that were tossed about. It was only then that I looked over to the suggestion box and noticed it the top was not completely closed. During the time I had worked there I had never heard of anyone leaving a suggestion in the box. Most of the town knew Denise and they’d simply tell her what they thought might help improve things.

The suggestion box was used so infrequently that Denise had not even mentioned it during my Escort Pendik intense, extensive training period. Anyway, I finished stacking the check out cards and then walked over to the suggestion box. Opening the top I saw a piece of paper neatly folded in the box. Picking it up, I slowly unfolded it and read it.

Immediately a chill ran down my back as I read the words: “it was decent but too short and u didnt make it flow that well if u get my meaning.”(1) It was signed Anonymous. It seemed obvious to me that this comment had nothing to do with the library or its operation and everything to do with my meeting with Denise the day before. I was debating whether to show it to Denise when I heard her voice.

“Whatcha got there? Don’t tell me we have a suggestion,” she said cheerily.

Realizing that I had to show it too her now I held out the piece of paper saying, “I don’t think it has anything to do with the library.”

She unfolded the note and I noticed one of her eyebrows raise up as she read it. Walking over to the main entrance into the library she looked over the doors, especially around the locks and hinges. Walking back to the desk she said, “We both know what this has to do with.”

“What are we going to do?”

“We are going to run the library like we always do. As for the note, let’s examine it. It says it was decent, not indecent, so I have to think it was appreciated some, so no one’s going to arrest me for indecency with a child.”

“I’m almost thirty,” I said.

“Tsk, tsk, that’s not the point here and yes, I know you are every bit an adult. The note goes on saying it was too short. Well of course it was short, while we were in my office, we still were in a public library fucking, so we had to be quick. Considering the fact I had not had a man touch me in I don’t know how long I am surprised I wasn’t quicker. Or was it your cock, no, if you ask me it was plenty long for me.”

I shrugged.

“Oh it was Jerry. Now the note went on saying we didnt make it flow. Now first of all, this is a library and I am a librarian so why in the world would someone not properly punctuate the contraction. I can live with the too familiar u instead of “you” but this is the civilized world and while punctuation is a fading art form, we still need to use an apostrophe with contractions. I mean we aren’t animals here.”

I lifted one of my arms, reached up and scratched under it.

“Present company excepted. Anyway, flow. Why didn’t our sex flow Jerry? Do you think perhaps it’s been a good decade since I have been properly fucked?

“Yes I know what u mean,” she shouted.

“But Denise, it’s not about what’s in the note, it’s the fact that someone saw us. They know what we did.”

“Jerry, I don’t know if I mentioned this to you before, but this library has a ghost, a ghost with poor handwriting skills and an abysmal understanding of punctuation.”

Smiling disbelievingly I said, “So what are we going to do.”

“Well, I know what I am going to do,” she said, grabbing my hand and leading me back toward the stacks. “I’m going to show this ghost too short and lack of flow.”

“What are you doing?” I asked as we moved back into the less popular stacks, into a dark corner.

“Don’t worry, I think you like this,” she said, pushing me up against the wall between stacks. She grabbed a nearby stool, sat down and quickly unfastened my pants. As she pulled out my cock, she said, “Our ghost is a voyeur, but the ceiling here is too high, he can’t get over here quick enough.”

She began stroking my cock, watching it as it quickly became erect. “It’s been a few years, but let’s see how I do okay?”

I just nodded, feeling her tongue running up and down the length of me and then her mouth suddenly slipped over the head. As she began sucking the head, she continued running her hand up and down my shaft, while her other hand came up and tickled my balls. Slowly I began moving my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth as I got closer and closer to coming.

Looking down I watched as her gray hair bounced as she moved her head, sliding it up and down on my cock. The sight of my erection disappearing between her lips was exciting, especially as she sucked hard and her cheeks seemed to implode on me. The sensation ran down my cock to my balls and I suddenly came, spurting my cum into her mouth, splashing her again and again. She swallowed like a pro, not gagging or choking once.

When she finished up she gently stroked my cock a bit more, milking out the last drops of cum. As it beaded on the tip of my cock she’d quickly lap it up, not chancing it spilling on the floor or any of the books in the stack. As I was zipping up, she stood up and kissed me on my lips and said, “Reminds me of when I was a kid. I so loved the library.”

“You mean you used to… in the library?”

“Oh all the time. Why do you think I am so easy on those kids I catch feeling each other up these days? I mean they are safe and who knows, they may pick up a book between copping feels and maybe they’ll read some.” When she finished she said, “Well we better get back to work, there’s a book up there at the checkout desk that’s just waiting for you to read.”

We walked out of the stacks and I headed to the checkout desk and Denise headed to her office.

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Peggy Moran was strapped for cash. She did surveys online but that did not pay the bills. She sold her blood sometimes and that paid well but still did not pay her rent.

She was tired of always having sex with her landlord. He was a horny bastard who was very slick and sneaky. She had been having sex with him for the last year. She loved her apartment, but it was too expensive for her. She made a deal with George her landlord and gave him sex whenever he wanted it, which seemed to be about three times a week.

Having sex with him paid the rent. She liked to shop and needed extra cash to pay for her shopping habits. She was looking at the newspaper on-line and saw an ad for some creep wanting to buy dirty panties. The price per pantie was significant. She got the number and decided to get more information.

Peggy called the number and some old guy answered the phone. He told her he would pay one hundred dollars for each dirty panty. He specified he wanted them to have cum on them and wanted panties soaked in urine. He said if she bled on the panty, he would pay three hundred dollars per panty.

Peggy knew that this job would be super easy. The person wanting the panties told her to set-up an account on-line and he would make deposits into her account. The man wanted her to buy black and white panties. The black ones were for the cum and the white ones were for her piss and blood. When she had them packed, she would call him and tell him what she was sending. He would then give her half the money and when he received the package, he would put the rest of the money in her account.

He specifically said he wanted her panties to smell ripe and needed her to wear them for several days. She was to wrap them in plastic sandwich bags and send them to him by federal express.

Peggy went to the mall and bought the desired panties that the creep wanted. She spent three hundred dollars on the specific panties. She drove home and on the way home George was standing outside of his door.

“Rent is due! I think it’s time for a cock-suck and a roll in the hay.”

“Okay! I got a new part-time job. Make it quick!”

“As soon as I cum, you can be on your way.”

“Fine!”

George opened the door and Peggy walked in. She left her bag against the door. She knelt in front of George. He smelled like alcohol and cigarettes. She unbuckled gorukle escort bayan his belt and unzipped his pants. She pulled his pants down and grabbed his semi-hard dick.

“That’s it girlie! Put your hands on my dick. Pull on my dick, princess.”

“I know the drill.”

“You are quite the slut. You have fucked me for the last year. You must like my dick, or you would get a better job. Fucking whore! You love my dick. Suck it cunt!”

Peggy jerked his cock up and down and all around. She squeezed his hot balls and opened her mouth wide. His cock was large, and she stuffed as much as she could while massaging his balls. She did like having sex with him. She would not tell him that or he might want her to move in. She looked at it as a job. He did let her stay in a gorgeous apartment rent free.

He was not ugly; in fact, he was decent looking. He was just missing some teeth and did not shower too much, so he always had a scent to him. He ate pussy good and he was a good lay. His dick was big, and it felt good in her tight pussy.

George loved her hot mouth and began pumping his hips. Peggy was a good cocksucker, but he did not want to waste his cum on her sucking efforts. He liked fucking her pussy and fingering her ass. She got easily turned on by his efforts.

“Take your clothes off and get on the bed. Get on your hands and knees!”

Peggy got up and undressed. She stood their naked before assuming the position on the bed. George liked her a lot. She was a petite thing with huge breasts. She had a shaved pussy and several tattoos were on her body.

George loved fucking her and for the most part she played the part. She moaned and groaned and came buckets when George fucked her silly. He made sure he got his moneys worth because he did not take money for the rent. He fucked her whenever he wanted. She had been doing it for about a year. She had a piercing on her tongue which felt nice on his cock. She also had a clit piercing which really turned him on. She was a super sexy whore.

George grabbed Peggy’s hips and licked her ass and pussy before pushing his huge cock into her tight hole. Once he was inside of her, he continued to thrust his cock in and out of her tight pussy. Her big breasts swung as he drilled into her cunt.

He pushed his pinky into her butt which made her cum hard nilüfer escort bayan on his cock. It made him so excited he blasted her cunt with his cum. He always wondered if she was fertile. He would love to put a bun in her oven. Eventually, he would give her an engagement ring. He really had a soft spot for her.

He figured she was on the pill or something. George pulled out of her pussy and licked his cum from her tight hole. He loved to taste his cum and ate it all out of her. He liked her to orgasm on his tongue and pleasured her until she came.

When he was done, he liked to play with her huge breasts. He sucked on her nipples and fingered her pussy.

“That was hot! Get dressed and go work on your new part-time job! What will you be doing?”

“Selling my panties. Sounds like something you might like.”

“Fuck! You can get paid for that shit? Make me a batch, I will pay you what the creep pays.”

“Yes. The money will pay for my shopping habit.”

“You already have a job with me for your rent. I guess your panty venture will pay for your pocket money. You are a sexy slut. You better go, or I will want to fuck your butt this time. You get my dick so hard.”

“I know George. I am your whore. See you next time.”

Peggy would never say to George that she kind of liked him. He owned the building and made good money. She wondered if any other women fucked for their rent. Peggy got dressed and blew a kiss to George. He really liked her.

Peggy walked up another flight of stairs and went into her apartment. She took the bag of panties and removed all the tags. Her pussy was juicy from the fucking she just had.

She took off her clothes and grabbed her vibrator. She went on her bed and masturbated for a while. She needed to cum up a bunch of black panties for her new creep in her life. She wondered what he would do with her panties. She imagined he would smell them and taste her cum.

He would probably wrap them around his cock and cum inside of the cotton. Maybe he would sleep with them. She had no idea what the man wanted with them. It was easy money and something that was not hard to do.

She slid her vibrator into her pussy and fucked herself hard. She felt an orgasm coming on and took a pair of panties and pulled them onto herself. She slid the vibrator in bursa otele gelen escort bayan and out of her pussy and she screamed and creamed up the first pair of panties. She grabbed another pair and came in those too. She was told to wear them until they were ripe.

Afterwards she needed to pee and grabbed another pair and peed on the cotton. She grabbed a few pairs and tinkled on them too. She peed on three pairs of the white ones and came on three pairs of the black ones. When she had her period later in the month, she would bleed on a few of the pairs.

Peggy was giggling. She was thinking of all the money she was going to make with this job. She would make six hundred with this batch of panties. The bloody ones would earn three hundred a pair. She knew that his guy must have some crazy fetish.

She was pleased to do her new job. She opened a bottle of wine and read the classifieds. She saw there were other crazy ways to make money. She noticed that selling breastmilk made a ton of money. She wondered if she should go off the pill and have a baby.

George would probably marry her, and she could make some nice change selling her breastmilk. She would think about that. She really did not want a baby just for that. It was something to think about in case she got pregnant. George fucked her a lot. She had been lucky at this point. She did take the pill but sometimes forgot to take them.

~~

A month later Peggy had made ten thousand dollars. She had sent the creep a hundred panties. On her period, she sent twenty pairs and made another six thousand.

She had made enough money to buy a car. The creep had another request he wanted to meet Peggy. Peggy did not want to meet the creep. She said she would be happy to keep sending him panties, but meeting would be too weird.

She did not want to end up dead or a slave on the black market. That request was too weird. Peggy continued sending her panties. She liked the money and eventually George asked her to marry him. She accepted the ring and the proposal.

She stopped selling her panties and her and George moved to a nice house. Life worked out for Peggy. George showered her with gifts and eventually Peggy got pregnant.

Peggy never forgot about the breastmilk and all the money she could make with that. She knew that she would try that after she had the baby. She would not tell George because he might get creeped out. The money would pay for extras for the baby. Peggy liked making money in weird ways.

This would be her little secret. It was a very dirty secret that would pay for lots of things for her new baby. She was excited thinking about all the money she would make.

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Keeper Ch. 02

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Chapter 2

There are elements of many categories in this story, including, but not limited to exhibitionism and voyeurism, anal, and erotic couplings. However, IMHO, it fits best in group sex.

If you are under 18 or are not looking for hardcore sex, back out of this website at once.

My thanks go out to user shittylifelessons for his invaluable suggestions and insights; any mistakes are mine.

New character for this chapter, for more information on other characters, please read the previous chapter:

Maddie, early 30s, 5′ 7″, 140 pounds, short red hair down to her neck; all angles. 34A. Something of a cliché, she may have small breasts but her nipples are long and very sensitive. Her greatest physical asset is her eyes, which are a stunning shade of green. A PoliSci major in college, she then went to law school; she works for a law firm in the Charleston area of SC.

Erin relaxed when Adam, her boyfriend of just over a year, put his arms around her. They were seated on the living room floor in the house she shared with Anna, a friend of Erin’s from work. Erin’s back was to Adam. Anna was at work and would be for hours, so they had the house to themselves.

Erin asked him, “Remember Kim?”

Going on after Adam’s approving grunt in her ear, “You must’ve made an impression on her because she’s invited both of us to go camping at Cape Hatteras this summer.”

Nuzzling Erin’s neck, Adam observed, “Well, that’s fair, because she certainly made an impression on me.”

Laughing, Erin teased, “Oh, you were impressed, alright, by her ass gripping you. Just the thought of that makes you hard.”

With that, she wiggled her jean-covered bottom on his burgeoning erection.

Adam teased right back, “I didn’t hear you exactly complaining about her tongue in your pussy.

Just the thought of that makes you wet.” With that, he drew a finger across her moistening pussy, caressing it through her jeans.

Erin leaned her head back, inviting Adam to kiss her.

He did deeply, his tongue sliding into her now open mouth., his arms circling her waist.

Erin told Adam, “Carpeting on the floor or not, this living room is cold; I need to go to my bedroom to get a blanket.” With that said, she rose and shimmied out of her jeans and panties.

After that, she left the room.

While she was gone, Adam quickly took the opportunity to stand up and take off his shorts and underwear; he unbuttoned his flannel shirt but left it on — it really was cold in the living room now that Erin was gone.

When Erin came back, it was with a blanket.

Looking at Adam’s bare cock standing up in the near darkness, she observed, “Well, this is a nice way to be greeted,” and smiled.

Adam held her and asked, “Really?”

After that, he turned her around and knelt on the floor. He paused in the low light to admire the sight of her ass before him, spread her legs a little, and ran his tongue over her pussy, eliciting a loud moan from her.

Coming up for air, Adam released her hips after pulling her down, saying only, “We have time enough for that. Come here.”

Settling back on the floor, Erin luxuriated in the warmth of the blanket. And Adam’s body.

“We can go to Hatteras in July,” she ventured.

“But not before stopping to pick up some camping supplies in North Carolina. I don’t want to haul that stuff through airports both here and there. I’m energetic, but even I have my limits,” Adam finished.

Wiggling her naked bottom on Adam’s erection, Erin said provocatively, “Your “limits” are pretty good, as far as I’m concerned.”

Fully aroused now, he observed, “OK. Enough time has passed.”

After saying that, Adam put his hands under her arms, lifted her, and lowered Erin onto his thickness. Both groaned as her lips parted and he filled her. Adam lowered his head, and after wetting it with his lips, he used his teeth to nip at the nape of her neck. As he repeatedly lifted and lowered Erin on his cock, enjoying the feel of her pussy’s wetness on him, he moved his hands to her chest, running his thumbs over her nipples.

Keeping his lips on her neck, he moved one of his hands to her asshole and started caressing it. His kissing of her neck, and stroking of her asshole, quickly brought her to the brink of a climax. The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room as their bodies connected repeatedly. Their moans as his cock repeatedly filled her just added to the clamor.

When Erin’s moans became high-pitched cries, Adam knew the inevitable was about to happen. When she orgasmed, it was with a scream.

Feeling his cock being inundated with her juices, Adam moved both of his hands under her arms and used them to propel her up and down his cock faster. With her pussy now unattended, Erin slid one her hands down to where his body joined hers and started caressing Adam’s juice-covered cock as it filled her over and over. When she thought his arousal was at the edge, she pushed him over that edge by fondling his balls.

With escort bayan bursa a scream of his own, he then clamped his mouth to the back of her neck and added his own juices to hers in her pussy. Afterward, they both sat in the darkened living room, at once catching their breaths and savoring each other’s presence…until after 30 seconds of bliss, they heard a key enter the front door lock.

“Oh shit!” exclaimed Erin in a loud whisper, “Anna’s home early!”

Erin quickly scrambled to her feet, picked up her jeans and panties, and ran to her room while trying to put them on while keeping his cum from dripping out of her pussy.

For his part, Adam put on his underwear and shorts over his rapidly softening but still wet cock, taking the time to button his shirt, but not bothering to tuck it in.

Then Anna entered the room, turning around to close the door. She then reached over to switch the light on and gasped as she noticed Adam.

“Ummm…the store was slow, so they sprung some of us early tonight,” she blurted, “I mean, I need the money which is why I took a second job, but this still feels good.”

“Hi, Anna! Surprised you’re home so early,” said Erin gaily as she entered the room.

She visibly relaxed when Erin entered the room, but a triumphant look quickly came over her face.

She took in Adam’s unkempt look and the hastily-donned but inside-out pants on Erin and yelled, “I interrupted you two making out like a couple of teenagers!”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it,” stated Erin, with relief tangible in her voice.

“OK, you got us,” agreed Adam.

Not noticing the others’ discomfort, Anna chattered on, “Look at you two! You’re both adults now, with decent jobs. Get a room already!”

“Yeah, that’s good advice, Anna,” murmured Adam, “And on that note, I have to work tomorrow, so it’s time for me to leave.”

Erin chimed in, “Let me escort you to your car,” and followed that by taking Adam by the arm and all but pulling him outside.

They were well away from the house, almost to the sidewalk, before the humor of the situation overcame them and they both started laughing.

“Damn, that was close,” noted Adam.

“Yep,” agreed Erin, “A minute earlier and she would have seen enough to know it wasn’t a make-out session.”

“A minute?” scoffed Adam. “Way less than that.”

When they got to his CUV, they kissed goodbye. It was a bit of a lingering kiss, but as their hunger for each other was sated, at least temporarily, the kiss was more affectionate than hungry.

When they broke apart, Erin let him know, “Kim will use her connections in Carolina and will set up everything for Hatteras.”

“Everything?” asked Adam suggestively.

“Down boy,” laughed Erin, “You’ll just have to suffer until then.”

“If all of the suffering is like tonight, I think I can handle it,” he replied good-naturedly.

Soon enough, July rolled around, and one morning, they flew out of Phoenix to Charlotte.

Kim’s connections were good, but she wasn’t independently wealthy, so some driving would be involved.

Kim met them at the airport there and they reacquainted themselves with each other. Kim’s hugs for both Erin and Adam took a while but no one was complaining. Still, remembering that they were in a very public place with lots of witnesses, they kept things low-key.

They piled into Kim’s SUV with Adam driving while the two women caught up on each other’s lives in the back seat.

Adam asked, “Where’s the nearest home improvement store near here? We have some supplies to buy.”

“Take a right out of here, then take the second left,” Kim told him, “And then keep going. Not only is the store there, but it’s also in a plaza with a department store. We’ll be able to get everything we need. I have a few things with me, but nowhere near enough to go camping.”

With that, Adam drove off while Kim and Erin turned toward each other and started talking, almost at the same time.

“It’s great to see you!” squealed the women before kissing each other like the long-time lovers that they were. After exchanging tongues and hands, the women broke apart.

Kim reached into her backpack and pulled out a jar that she showed to Erin. “We’re using all of this in the week ahead.”

Adam’s ears perked up at Erin’s sarcastic response, “A plus-sized jar of lube? Whatever will we use this for?”

Kim, laughing, said, “You didn’t actually think I invited you two out here because of your personalities, which are great, by the way, did you? I expect that shortly after we get to the campground at Hatteras, my tongue will be in your pussy and Adam’s cock will be in my ass.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” enthused Adam.

“It better, because it works for me,” advised Erin, “You’re good, but I’m craving her tongue there almost as much as she’s craving putting it there.”

At that, Kim and Erin kissed and groped each other; they might not have waited for the campground, but Adam interrupted them with “OK. We’re bursa sinirsiz eskort there. Let’s go spend some money.”

They walked into the cavernous store on a mission. They found a tent rated to sleep 8 and put it in their cart.

“‘8’ is way more than us 3.” commented Erin.

“Well, that’s 8 small people and we’re not going to be sleeping much,” answered Adam.

“‘4’ ” interjected Kim.

Both Erin and Adam looked over at her quizzically.

“I invited Maddie to join us. You remember her from college, right, Erin?” continued Kim, “Anyway, she’s a lawyer near Charleston now and will meet us at the campground.”

“Maddie?” exclaimed Erin, “Oh, Adam, you’ll both like her and be a little uncomfortable around her. She likes hard things up her ass and she likes to put hard things up others’ asses. I brought a second jar of lube just in case we need it. And I expect, and hope, that we will.”

Adam looked a little uncomfortable at this, but Kim saved Erin.

“I may miss her more than Erin. Her tongue, while not as good as Erin’s, is still pretty good. Plus her strapon never needs recharge time. And while you’re good, sometimes a girl can’t wait.”

Adam relented, and looking at his watch, said, “OK, for now anyway. But we need to get going if we’re going to get to the campground while there’s still enough light out to set up.”

With that, he threw a couple of lanterns in their cart and proceeded down the aisle to find a grill.

After they were done there, they went to the department store to get the other things they would need while camping, like food. Kim made some noises about how much money Adam was spending, but he quieted her concern with “Well, we’re not spending much for the travel, so my vacation budget has plenty in it.”

Soon enough, they were on their way east to Hatteras.

When they got to the campsite, there was already a two-seater sports car there with a redhead sitting in it.

As the figure got out of her car and ambled to her feet, Erin grabbed Adam and brought him over to make an introduction.

“Hiiiiii, Maddie! Long time, no see! Since college, at least!” yelled Erin. “This is my boyfriend, Adam!”

Maddie took Adam’s proffered hand, looked him up and down, and said, “Nice to meet you, Adam.”

Adam looked at Maddie’s long legs, tight shorts, and red hair, and he liked what he saw.

Maddie then looked at Erin and went on approvingly, “Looks good, and based on what Kim said on the phone, he knows what he’s doing in the sack.”

Taken aback, Adam turned to Kim as she unloaded the car and asked accusingly, “Phone?”

A little chagrined, Kim said, “Well, I had to get her up here somehow…did I mention she can be direct to the point of making me look shy? Anyway, we need to get this stuff set up before dark.”

“OK. Kim, Maddie — you go explore and see what’s around us while Erin and I finish setting up,” Adam said, “If we’re all here, we’ll just get in each other’s way.”

Hearing that, Kim and Maddie wandered off, hand-in-hand, while Erin and Adam set about finishing setting up the campsite, which consisted mostly of setting up the tent and throwing down a few blankets and sleeping bags in it. And each person’s backpack. The set up would have gone faster except for the fact that they kept running into each other “inadvertently”.

Darkness was falling when Kim and Maddie returned, by which time, the others had a fire going in front of the tent.

Kim and Maddie nodded approvingly at the state of the campsite, while Erin and Adam took in the slightly disheveled state of the other two.

“Getting started without us?” teased Erin.

“Just getting reacquainted,” answered Kim coyly, before pointing all over, “The beach is over there, some cold showers and bathrooms over there, and the campground store is over there. Anything that we’ve forgotten, they’ll have.”

“‘Reacquainted’? There’s a word,” mused Erin as she reached out and stroked Adam’s hardening cock through his shorts.

“I think we better take this inside the tent while there is still enough light to find the tent,” advised Adam.

“And before we are all too preoccupied to bother,” Maddie joined in.

On that cue, all four entered the tent, shedding clothes and piling them in a corner by lantern light. They lay down on the available blankets and sleeping bags, Kim next to Maddie and Erin next to Adam.

Adam began the “festivities” by caressing Erin’s ass before moving his face in to kiss her bare shoulders.

“It’s been a long day of being near you and not being able to taste you…until now,” whispered Adam.

“Let me fix that,” stated Erin huskily, before rolling on to her back, moving her legs over his shoulders, and using a hand to push his head down to her pussy.

He feasted like a man deprived, stopping, as was his habit, only to kiss her inner thighs.

Kim and Maddie enjoyed the show visible in the lantern light; they lay back with a hand escort bayan between the other’s legs.

“Damn!” exclaimed Kim, “I want some of what he’s getting!”

Kim’s knees were up near her chest, giving Maddie easy access to her clit, which she happily strummed. Kim came with a rush and a scream. They watched Adam using his tongue to part Erin’s lips, using that tongue to pull out some of her juices so he could savor the taste.

Kim rose and moved over to Erin and Adam, playfully pushing Adam out of the way. To the delight of the other three, she instructed him, “Get up by Erin’s head so she can get you ready for Maddie.”

Hearing this, Maddie moaned, her hand a blur between her own legs. So did Adam, but he didn’t let that slow him down — when he got to Erin’s head, he didn’t hesitate to present his cock to her willing mouth. She alternated between swirling her tongue around the head and all but swallowing his cock. The excitement of her technique, always spectacular, was heightened by the sensation of Kim’s tongue in her pussy. With Adam fucking his cock in and out of her mouth and Kim burying her tongue in Erin’s core, Erin was as excited as she’d ever been.

When Kim started tickling her asshole with a finger, Erin went off, covering Kim’s face with her juices. And seeing his girlfriend come so spectacularly pushed Adam over the edge, filling her mouth to overflowing with juices of his own. Seeing a rivulet of cum slide down Erin’s cheek, Maddie moaned at her, “Get him hard again for me.”

Adam and Erin cooperated — he never went completely soft and she never let him out of her mouth.

All the while, Kim kept herself busy by gently kissing Erin’s pussy.

Sensing that Adam was hard enough to keep Maddie happy, Erin finally let him out of her cum-filled mouth, disentangled herself from Kim, rose, and took his hand, guiding him over to Maddie.

She sunk down beside Maddie, bringing Adam with her, Adam moving in over Maddie.

When he moved down to tongue her pussy, Maddie demurred, informing him, “I’m wet enough already; just get to work.”

When Adam placed his cock at the entrance to Maddie’s pussy, Kim moved over to caress one of Maddie’s nipples while kissing her. Erin used that moment to tell Adam simply, “In,” while bringing her lips to his.

Not being dense, Adam did just that, his cock entering Maddie’s tightness while his tongue entered Erin’s mouth. At that sensation, Maddie moaned into Kim’s mouth. Erin reached down to feel Adam’s cock as it plunged in and out of Maddie.

The feeling of Erin’s hand on his cock added to his excitement, causing him to speed up. Maddie raised her legs to allow Adam deeper access to her moistness. Seeing that, Kim was struck by an idea.

Taking her mouth off of Maddie’s, and her hand off of Maddie’s nipple, Kim told her, “Hold on,” and went over to her backpack and withdrew one of the jars of lube.

Seeing that development, Erin cried, “That’s a good idea!” before taking the jar out Kim’s hand, removing Adam’s cock from Maddie, and covering it with some of the lube.

Feeling forlorn and forgotten, Maddie asked, “What’s going on?” before that devolved into a guttural moan when she felt Erin putting lube on and in her asshole.

Maddie raised her legs even more to allow them easier access to her bottom. Adam took that as a sign, plunging his thickness into her bowels.

Maddie’s squeal of happiness was muffled when Kim pressed her lips over Maddie’s mouth, with her hand going back to Maddie’s nipple. Erin took Adam’s head in her hand, clasped her fingers in his hair, and brought his mouth to hers, his tongue entering her mouth and playing with hers.

He started fucking Maddie’s ass slowly out of consideration for her, but she soon started moving her ass toward Adam, trying to pull him deeper into her. When her moans became high-pitched wails, Erin moved her mouth off of Adam’s, put her forehead on Adam’s, stroked his ear, and told him, “Fill her ass the same way you filled my mouth.”

With a loud wail, Maddie started shuddering in orgasm. With her shaking around his cock, Adam filled her ass with so much cum that some of it leaked out. After he was spent, he fell next to Maddie, rolled over on to his back, and said only, “Wow.”

Maddie seconded the idea with, “You got that right.”

Erin rose and went over to her pack, pulling a cleansing wipe out of it. She went back over to the other three, taking the time to slowly clean off Adam’s cock and Maddie’s asshole.

When the other three looked at the wipe and then at her, she said impishly, “What can I say? When I was a kid, I heard the phrase ‘Be Prepared’ and took it to heart. You should see what else I have in my pack.”

She threw the wipe into one of the back corners of the tent and lay down next to Adam. He reached back to roll a blanket over her, caressing her thigh before it was covered. For his part, Adam was enjoying the sensation of Maddie’s and Erin’s warm bodies on either side of him.

Erin snuggled in next to him while Kim snuggled in next to Maddie. Erin stroked Adam’s cock while asking Maddie, “Did Kim and I tell you he was pretty good, or didn’t we?”

Maddie answered with only a breathy, “Yup.”

The four lay back on the blankets and sleeping bags and coming down from their erotic highs.

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“What Have You Done, Miss Robinson?”

Dolly’s story continues.

* * * * *

Ever since that afternoon when Dolly was molested by three other Project girls with whom she and her closest and dearest friend Nitasha had run-ins ever since junior and senior high school days and who was forced to watch Claudette, Neesha, and Wanda have their way with her, their going down on Dolly with her beautiful platinum blonde hair on both her head and between her legs and having Dolly go down on Claudette’s black, hairy pussy until she filled her mouth with all her pussy cream and ejaculate as well as her warm urine, their relationship turned around completely.

No longer were they antagonistic towards one another, but ever since that afternoon of wanton, lustful sex and making love, the five girls became quite good friends; although, Claudette, Neesha, and Wanda remained close to one another while Dolly and Nitasha remained inseparable friends and lovers.

Thus, now the five did quite well in their Aerobics Class that came as a great surprise to their coach Miss Robinson who had to discipline Dolly and Claudette on the very first day, making them run an extra ten laps around the gym, for talking in the ranks. No one knew at the time, however, Claudette and her two cohorts had made plans to catch Dolly and Nitasha in the shower room after all the other girls had gone. And when they walked in on their making love, Claudette played that Ace perfectly. She blackmailed Dolly and Nitasha to do what she wanted or she would tell Miss Robinson who would in all likelihood take it to the Dean of Students, and once this happened the story would have gone all through the campus community and their reps would have been ruined. If that wouldn’t have been bad enough, their mothers would be informed.

But none of that happened since during the molestation of Dolly the original plan Claudette, Neesha, and Wanda had made concerning Dolly and Nitasha went to naught once they all ended that afternoon sharing sex and making love. As Dolly had said, “What a difference sex and love make with people,” and the other four surely agreed with what she said.

The day didn’t start out too well for the five, but it ended up very well, but even this change didn’t go by without a hitch.

Unbeknown to any of them, Miss Robinson, their coach, had not left her office or the gym when all this began. She had some paper work about class loads and scheduling to get done before the next day that she had to turn in at the office before classes began the following day.

When she did leave her office, she noticed light coming from the locker room, and assuming someone had forgotten to turn them off, she walked towards the entrance to the locker room. As she went into the entranceway, she heard voices and strange sounds coming from inside.

“Surely,” she thought, ” there shouldn’t be any of the girls still in the shower or locker rooms.”

However, as she walked into the locker room, she found those lights to be off, but there was still light in the shower room from which she heard voices but no water running which she thought was very odd.

Cautiously Miss Robinson walked very quietly towards the shower room to see what was going on in there. Well, as she walked along an outside wall that hid her from anyone inside, especially since it was darker in the locker room where no lights were on, she blended into the shadow cast by the light shining from within the shower room.

What she saw absolutely amazed her. She saw five girls having sex with one another: two black girls on the floor in a sixty-nine position, another black girl kneeling with her head between a white girl’s legs who was lying flat on a bench, and another black girl sitting on the white girl’s face. And all of these girls were in her last period class.

The two black girls in the sixty-nine position were Nitasha and Neesha. Wanda was the black girl kneeling between the white girl’s legs eating her pussy, and there was no mistaking who the white girl was. Her platinum blonde hair made it obvious: it was Dolly. The black girl sitting on Dolly’s face who was having her eat her pussy was Claudette, and it was the two of them who had gotten into it at the beginning of class for which she made them run the extra ten laps.

“Now look at them,” Miss Robinson thought to herself. “They’re as close to one another as any two women can be.” And as the vision of those two etched itself in her mind, Miss Robinson felt a warm, tingling sensation course through her body and run over her pussy, causing her to shiver with sexual excitement.

“Oh, my,” Miss Robinson sighed to herself. “This is some sight I’ve walked in on I must admit.”

As she watched the five girls making love, hearing the moans and groans of passion echoing around the near-empty shower room, and smelled the sexual pheromones permeate the entire place, she felt herself getting wet between her legs, so much so she could tell the crotch bursa eskort of her thong panties was very damp.

Standing in the shadows as it were and considering the five girls were so caught up in their lovemaking and working towards having their orgasms and helping one another have theirs, no one was aware of Miss Robinson’s presence and her watching them in their sexual orgy.

Miss Robinson was still wearing her school T-Shirt with Oakland Community College on it, and her large breasts made the material taught so her excited nipples pressed against it so they stood in relief. Her shorts were high on her thighs and displayed her well-rounded ass cheeks to their fullest. Beyond thoses two articles of clothing, Miss Robinson wore a sports bra, her running shoes, and a pair of athletic socks.

But out of all she had on it was her thong panties that were being affected the most from what she saw, and it was the crotch of her thong panties that had been getting wet and wetter as she continued to gaze upon these five wanton girls straining towards their orgasms.

Finally, Miss Robinson could take no more of just watching. Breathing deeply and shallowly, she stretched the band around her shorts with her left hand and slipped it over her firm abdomen and down to her panties. There she slid her fingers underneath the elastic and inserted her whole hand inside, feeling her fingers run through her soft, reddish, auburn pubic hair onto her aroused clit, between her pussy lips, and down to her vagina.

Once there Miss Robinson felt the creaminess of her vaginal lubricant that had already begun to accumulate, and so without any difficulty, she collected some of her cream and slid two of her fingers inside her vaginal sheath until she could go no further.

She stopped for a moment to collect herself, but then she began to thrust her fingers in and out of her ever-growing pussy cream. She heard the squishing sound her fingers made as they worked her pussy, and as she felt her pussy walls swelling around her two fingers, she rubbed her fingertips over her G-Spot sac area that added a thinner liquid that mixedd with her lubricant and the fleshy ridges inside the top of her vaginal sheath. With the squishing liquid draining from her vaginal opening into Miss Robinsion’s panty crotch she felt her hand dripping with her ejaculate.

Miss Robinson slid her drenched hand and fingers up through her vagina and dragged them up between her hair-covered labia to her excited clit that was now standing hard and erect from beneath its hood. Her clit tingled beneath her busy fingers that were going around and across it.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh. Yesssss! Go for it, Girl,” Miss Robinson sighed as she watched the girls bringing themselves to orgasm in their five-girl orgy.

It was heavenly to watch, and it was excrutiatingly divine to be getting herself off. Her sensual sensations were building stronger as she rubbed her pussy, and she flicked her forefinger lightly and as quickly as humanly possible over her vibrating clit until she felt the beginning of her oncoming orgasm.

“Oh, my god. How incredibly beautiful those five are, and how exciting to watch them eating each other’s pussies,” Miss Robinson whispered softly to herself.

And when she heard each girl having her orgasm, Neesha and Nitasha filling each other’s mouths in a mutual cum-fest; Wanda getting herself off while Dolly was filling her willing mouth with her pussy cream and ejaculate; and Claudette cumming into Dolly’s waiting mouth that she had covrered with her pussy lips and vagianl opening that included her urethra from which she squirted load after load of her hot urine past Dolly’s mouth directly into her stomch.

Miss Robinson saw all of this as she came all over her fingers and hand that she slid up and out of her panties and shorts and then brought up to her willing mouth to lick her fingers and hand clean of all her pussy cream.

She was panting hard but did not want the girls to find her in the locker room, so Miss Robinson kept to the shadows and walked softly back to her office and shut the door behind her. After securing herself in her room, she sat behind her desk and rested on her chair with her head on the back and her body slouched forward as she worked to get her breath back and the fullness in her chest eased. She had had a very, erotic cum that she enjoyed immensely. However, as good as her self-loving was while she watched the five girls making love and having pure, raw sesx in the shower room, Miss Robinson had other ideas running through her mind as far as future plans she had in mind for some of the students.

She knew the rep of Claudette and the two other girls and had the gut feeling that most likely they would take advantage of any situation in which she had them involved. However, as for Dolly and Nitasha, she kneww they were both good students, studied hard, made good grades, and conducted themselves with decorum and poise.

Besides, bursa escort bayan to the best of her knowledge, having seen how close they were with one another and how they often walked hand-in-hand, she believed they were sisters of Sappho, and Miss Robinson wanted to have first-hand experience to prove herslef right about Nitasha and Dolly.

All Miss Robinson needed was a plan, a plan that would seem quite casual and natural on her part and that would lead up to the three of them enjoying lovemaking with one another.

When or how this would happen Miss Robinson wasn’t sure. She just knew it would happen sooner or later.

So as the early days went by and Miss Robinson got to know the girls in her aerobics class on a first name basis, Dolly and Nitasha found their athletic abilities kept them in good stead doing the aerobic exercises, and with each passing day their bodies became more firm, fit, and agile, and their muscles became more pronounced and supple. Of course, since this was a course in aerobics, their breath control and getting their heart rates up to an aerobic rate was important. For Dolly and Nitasha since both were eighteen, their low end would be 127 beats per minute (bpm) and their high end would be 189/190 beats per minute.

At first they found it difficult to get their heart beats down to normal quickly, but as their daily training progressed, they found it not to be difficult at all.

As for some of the other girls, especially Claudette, Neesha, and Wanda, they just didn’t want to expend all the energy, concentration, and time to excel at their aerobic exercises. So, this in itseslf worked out well for Miss Robinson since she did not have to include them in her plans she had for Dolly and Nitasha. And as the days went on, the three girls were often the first ones to shower and leave campus while Nitasha and Dolly were usually the last since they often enjoyed being alone in the gym, doing aerobic exercises together, and listening to the soothing, mood music Miss Robinson played for the girls to help them get into and keep their aerobic timing.

This was fortuitous for Miss Robinson since having the gym, locker room, and shower room cleared of all girls except Dolly and Nitasha made things perfect for her plan.

On one particular day when snow had fallen and the temperature had dropped into the thirties, Nitasha and Dolly were glad this was an evening they did not have to go into the city to waitress at the underground restaurant in Gateway Plaza. It was going to be bad enough walking up to the bus stop to get the bus to The Village.

So they were quite content to remain behind after all the other girls had gone home and have some extra time alone doing their aerobic exercises as well as share the shower room together which brought back many memories, both bad and good, the day Claudette, Neesha, and Wanda caught them making love in the shower room and then blackmailing them into having sex with them, beginning with molesting Dolly. Although, it all ended well with the five engaged in a wild sex orgy in which everyone was sexually pleased and the five ended up being friends. However, while friends, the three never did come between Dolly and Nitasha and the love they had for one another. Dolly had even told Claudette that it would be that way.

Thus, on this particular day Miss Robinson put her plan into action. She came out of her office while Dolly and Nitasha were just finishing their cooling down period after a very strenuous set of aerobic exercises and came over to them. When she got close to them, she saw how sweaty the two were, having droplets of sweat running down their foreheads and cheeks and staining their exercise outfits under their arms and at their crotches. Their outfits were literally sticking to their sweaty bodies, revealing their breasts and nipples despite their sports bras, their waist lines, as well as their feminine “Vs” where the thin material clung to and stretched into the clefts of their pussy lips.

Miss Robinson saw all this and did her best to control her breathing from the excitement it brought on inside her. At the same time the girls didn’t miss the look on Miss Robinson’s face since they were sure she had been looking at how well their outfits were accentuating various parts of their bodies with sweat.

Both Dolly and Nitasha remembered that several weeks ago they had heard a rumor about Miss Robinson being a lesbian and how they couldn’t believe it since she was so beautiful and well built, but then, it dawned on them that they, too, in all modesty, were beautiful and well built, but only different in size and color.

They often studied these differences themselves, marvelling at how it was they had become intimate friends and lovers, Dolly with her pale, white skin; platinum blonde hair on her head and her mons; baby blue eyes; rosy cheeks; cherry-red lips; and was about 5′ 11″ tall; and Nitasha with her nubile, black skin; görükle escort short, black, curly hair; glistening dark eyes; sensuous, full lips; and a bright smile; and was about 5′ 5″ tall. So, yes, they were, indeed, quite a lovely pair.

So maybe it was true about Miss Robinson being a lesbian they had decided having drawn that conclusion themselves, and their self-drawn conclusion about her made them look at her in a completely different light, too. From that moment on the girls often followed her every movement with their eyes, and it was another reason they enjoyed remaining after class was over. They both enjoyed the aerobic exercises and being alone in the shnower room where they could make love as before, and seeing Miss Robinson.

Miss Robinson usually wore a stretch exercise outfit, having different colors for each day, and these outfits did their most to outline and reveal her statuesque beauty. She was, indeed, a “Body Beautiful.”

Their best guess was Miss Robinson was five feet eleven inches tall–about the same as Dolly; had long reddish, auburn hair that she braided and either rolled it up and pinned on the back of her head or let the single braid hang down her back; had beautifully stunning hazel eyes; a straight nose; sensous, full lips; large breasts–at least 34D; smaller waist, about 24″; hips that just about matched her bust line, 34″; long legs with well formed thighs and muscular calves. To Dolly and Nitasha Miss Robinson was absolutely mouthwatering as well as eye pleasing.

As Miss Robinson studied the contrasting beauty of Dolly and Nitasha and saw them looking intently at her, thoughts from inside each psyche were being transmitted through their eyes. It was Miss Robinson who broke the stalemate of silence.

“Dolly…Nitasha, I must admit you two are the best students I have in this class. You pay attention. You go the extra mile in performing the aerobic exercises as your are now by staying after class was dismissed, but it has paid off for you two in the advancement you’ve made in aerobics and how your bodies have developed. You can be proud of your accomplishments. I know I am proud of you two,” she smiled.

“Why, thank you, Miss Robinson,” Dolly replied with a breathy sigh.

“Yes, we appreciate what you just said, and we think you are one of the very best professors we have,” added Nitasha.

There was another pause for a brief moment as each was wondering what to say next in order to make things go along smoothly.

“Well, I see you two are just about ready to go take your showers, so don’t let me take up any more of your time. Besides, I don’t want you getting a chill since I see how sweaty you two are.”

Nitasha and Dolly gave one another a knowing side-glance as soon as Miss Robinson told them she was aware of their sweaty bodies that were semi-visible through their working outfits.

“In fact,” added Miss Robinson, “if you two don’t mind, I’d love to get a shower, too, since I got very sweaty during our class, and I have to meet somebody right after I leave campus.”

Nitasha and Dolly turned their heads and looked intently at each other, exchanging a knowing glance between them that said “Yes.” The two have undressed Miss Robinson so many times in their minds and talked about how wonderful it would be to see her naked, that neither one had to think twice as far as their answer to Miss Robinson sharing the shower room with them would be.

“Why, Nitasha and I wouldn’t mind your taking a shower while we take ours at all,” said Dolly. “Would we, Nitasha?”

“No, not at all,” Miss Robinson. “It is fine with me, too,” answered Nitasha.

“Well, I have to go to my office to get my towel, soap, and shampoo, so you two run along and I’ll catch up,” Miss Robinson said, trying to sound as nonchalant as she could. She could feel her heart beating faster, her pulse quicken, and her sensual excitement get stronger just at the thought of finally seeing Nitasha and Dolly naked up close, something she had thought about and dreamed ever since she saw the five girl orgy going on in the shower the first day of classes.

“Oh, and by the way, since we shall be sharing the shower room together, you might as well call me by my first name since I know yours. It’s Maev. Comes from my Irish heritage, but call me that only when we are alone as we are now and not among the other girls in class,” Miss Robinson told the girls.

Having told Dolly and Nitasha her name, Maev Robinson turned and headed for her office, leaving the two girls filled with excitement and a glowing warmth inside them, expecially between their sweaty, wet crotches. They both just tingled inside themselves.

Nitasha looked at Dolly in amazement and said, “Can you believe that, Dolly? Miss Robinson wants us to call her by her first name when we are alone. It makes us kind of special. Don’t you think?”

Dolly’s eyes were aglow, and she was smiling within herself that radiated outwardly so Nitasha saw it.

“Well, from the look on your face, Love, you don’t have to tell me what you think about this,” Nitasha giggled.

And Dolly joined Nitasha in her girlish giggle. The two were just far too excited to hold their emotions in and remain calm and in control of their feelings.

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Authors Note:

This is a story I submitted for a contest at another site. The contest had two rules: The submission had to be under one-thousand words and the title had to start with the letter “J”.

I hope you enjoy it.

*****

“Why did you decide to do this, Eve?”

I felt Mr. Anderson run his hand over my bottom and gently squeeze. I let out a little moan and slid a little closer to him in that large, king-size bed. At that moment I realized I’d passed by his bedroom hundreds of times but never went in, until now.

“Does there have to be a reason?” I said coyly.

“No… it’s just I…”

It was fun to watch him stutter and stammer a bit. He always came across so confident and self- assured… But not now.

“I guess I’ve thought about this for a while… about… you know… being with you,” he said.

I slowly ran my hands through his sparse chest hair.

“For how long?”

“The past eighteen years.”

I giggled.

“Really, that long?”

“No, maybe the last five or six… since you got these…”

His hands cupped my large breasts and I let out a little, involuntary moan.

We took a few moments and basked in the post-coital glow. Being with an older man was so much different than being with guys my age and my head was spinning. I could hear the waves gently colliding against the shore outside his Malibu beach house and it was an interesting juxtaposition gorukle escort to the nervous turmoil I was feeling inside. Then, his voice broke me out of my deep reflection and brought me back to the now.

“When will Liz get home?” He asked.

“She’s your daughter, you should know.”

“Hey now, she’s your best friend, you know her schedule better than I do.”

“She’s golfing today and won’t be home until around two, so we have plenty of time.”

A sly, little grin broke across his face.

“Just exactly what do we have plenty of time for?”

I moved my hand from his chest, down to his cock and felt it harden in my hand.

“Maybe we can find something fun to do while she’s on the links.”

He leaned in and kissed me, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths in white-hot abandon. He had such a nice, big cock and I wanted more of it. His eyes closed while I stroked him in my hand, producing a nice, thick erection.

“It feels like you’re ready for another go.”

I could feel his pre-cum drip onto my fingers.

“Oh God yes… I want you… I want to be inside you again.”

I slid up his body and straddled him, sitting on his stomach. Again, my mouth met his and I pushed my large breasts into his chest. I wanted to use every inch of my body to turn him on. I wanted him to remember this… remember me… for the rest of his life.

“Tell me you want me,” altıparmak eskort bayan I purred lustfully.

“I want you… I want you so bad,” he moaned into my mouth.

“Can you feel my wet pussy on your stomach, that’s what your big cock does to me… it gets me hot and wet.”

“Oh God, I want to be inside you… please.”

It felt good to hear him beg. I wanted to hear that… I needed to hear that.

“Tell me where you want to put that big cock,” I teased.

“In your pussy, in your tight, young, little pussy.”

I slid down his stomach until I felt the head of his cock rest against my aperture. I couldn’t help but grin when I looked down on his stomach and saw the wet, matted hair, the result of my secretions and his semen that was oozing out of me from earlier.

I reached behind and guided him into me. There was some pain the first time, I wasn’t used to taking one this big… but not now. I was so wet from our earlier carnal pursuits he slid into me with relative ease.

“Oh God…” he moaned as I took him deep inside my body.

I put my hands above my head while his hands clutched my large breasts. We moved perfectly, seamlessly, in unison… as one.

“You feel so tight, so good.”

I squeezed his member inside me and ground my pelvis onto him, moving slowly. His thick cock was hitting my clit perfectly, driving me closer to going nilüfer eskort bayan over the edge.

“Let it go for me, Daddy, I want to feel you squirt inside me again.”

My world went dark as our bodies shook in orgasmic release.

I collapsed on top of him and it took a full minute to catch our breaths. I loved feeling his hard body against mine. I hated to admit it, but I was going to miss him… miss this.

“Now that we’re getting… closer… would you tell me about Liz?”

“Ummm… what do you want to know?”

“Since she started high school, she’s so secretive; she won’t open up to me or tell me anything about her life.”

“I’m going to need you to be a little more specific before I start divulging her personal information.”

“Well, you could start by telling me who she’s seeing, who she’s into.”

“Ahhh… who she fucks, information like that?”

His jaw dropped open.

“She has sex?”

“She really does keep you in the dark doesn’t she?”

“I ummm… I guess she does… but I’d love for you to tell me about her life if you’re willing.”

“Lately she’s been fucking Aaron.”

“Aaron? I thought he was your boyfriend.”

“He was, until yesterday… until I found out he was fucking my best friend behind my back.”

There were a few moments of inaudible shock as he processed the new information I’d revealed.

“You’re… you’re… beautiful Eve, I think she’s always been a bit jealous of that.”

I shot him a sly smile.

“You asked me earlier why I’m doing this… why I’m in your bed.”

His eyes met the daggers in mine.

“I don’t want Liz to hate me because I’m beautiful; I want her to hate me because I fucked her father.”

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Because you are one of our most important clients, I know that it is important to make sure you have a very good time at our year-end holiday party. During the cocktail hour, we have a couple of drinks and chat. My husband and your date are there – we’re all enjoying the evening. On a few different occasions, I notice you looking at me with a lingering glance…and you make it clear to me that you like what you see.

During the dinner, you are seated next to me – our dates on either side and several others around the rest of the table. We continue talking…flirting shamelessly…but all in the name of good customer relations. A couple of times during the meal, our fingers accidentally brush against each other as we reach for something at the same time – each time we touch, it sends delicious shivers through my body.

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You fingers finally reach high enough so that the tips are brushing against my panties. You rub your fingers across the silky fabric – teasing my clit by pressing your fingers against it through my panties. I squirm – trying to not draw attention to what you are doing to me in the darkened room. You feel me rock my hips forward a little bit to press against your fingers. You can feel how damp my panties are already.

You quickly slide your fingers under my panties and slide one right into my pussy – I am so wet that there is no resistance. You feel me shudder a bit, trying to maintain control and you slide it in and out – finger fucking me right there in front of the whole company. Suddenly, the room begins to applaud something in the speech and your hand quickly leaves so that you can clap, too.

As the applause dies down, you look over at me and you can see that I’m flushed and a little bit breathless. I return your gaze and you raise the fingers that were just fingering me to your nose and you sniff… and then smile wickedly at me.

I can’t concentrate on anything going on in the room, but I do notice that bursa eskort your hand slides into the pocket of your jacket. You take out your coat check ticket and you lay it on the table in front of us and nod. The message is clear – meet you at the coat check. I lean over to my husband and whisper that I’m going to the ladies room. I make my way to the back of the ballroom – my heart pounding in my chest…my pussy throbbing lightly, knowing what is to come.

I walk like I’m going to the restroom, but then quickly turn in the direction of the coat check. Within a few seconds, you are striding out of the ballroom and walking quickly towards me. Without saying a word, you take me by the arm and pull me into the coat closet. The coat check clerk is nowhere to be found and as soon as we are inside the closet, you pull me to you roughly and plant a deep, hot, searing kiss on my lips. We kiss passionately – hands pulling each other closer, your hand on the back of my head, holding me in place while our tongues explore each other’s mouths.

My hands move down your body until I feel your hard cock through your pants. My hand wraps around your shaft and I slide my hand up and down – squeezing just a little to feel how big and how hard you are. You break our kiss and groan deeply…reaching for my tits and squeezing – pinching my hard nipples through my dress.

I close my eyes and moan as I feel the effects of your pinch on my tits all the way down in my clit. You reach under my dress and push my bra aside, so that my breasts spill out, exposed. You bend your head down to suck and lick each nipple – lightly biting and making them even harder as I continue to stroke your cock through your pants.

Then you raise your head and whisper roughly “Do you like my cock, you little slut?”

“Yes.” I whisper lustfully and my eyes drop to see you reach down to undo your pants.

You pull your cock out and say, “Suck my cock, you horny fucking slut.”

I immediately go down on my knees…my tits still spilling out of my dress…as I take your fat cock in my hand and rub the precum over the head. I lick my lips in anticipation as my hand slides down your shaft – rubbing in all of your precum.

“Suck it”, you say hoarsely, “Suck my fucking cock.”

Needing no more encouragement, I open my mouth and slide the head of your cock onto my lips, flicking the underside with my tongue as my lips close around your cock and I slowly suck you into my mouth. I continue to move my way slowly down your shaft as you look down and see my lips stretched around your shaft.

You moan as I take you all the way into my mouth, the head of your cock sliding down my throat. bursa escort bayan I hold there for a few seconds, sucking so you can feel it all the way up your cock. Then I slide my mouth back, licking my way back until the head is at my lips again. You have enough of the teasing and I feel your hand on my head, pushing it up and down your cock. All the time I’m sucking and licking, you keep telling me how sexy I look with your cock sliding in and out of my mouth, my tits hanging out of my slutty dress.

Eventually, you take your cock out of my mouth and ask me if I’m ready to get fucked. I wrap my arms around your neck and kiss you deeply so that you can see how I taste after sucking your cock.

As we break the kiss, I whisper “I need to feel you inside of me so bad – please, fuck me now.”

You reach behind you and pull forward the folding chair that the coat check clerk used to sit while waiting for people to retrieve their coats. You sit down – your pants around your ankles – your hard cock stiff, waiting for me to ride. I pull my dress over my head and then slide my panties down and off so I’m standing before you wearing only my bra, thigh highs and stilettos.

I straddle your hips, facing you, pushing my tits toward your mouth so that you can suck them while I fuck your cock. I lower myself until the head of your cock is right at the opening of my pussy. You have your cock in your hand guiding it toward me when you stop to tap the head against my swollen clit. The feel of your cock head rubbing against me makes me moan and push my hips – wordlessly telling you how much I want you to fuck my hot pussy.

You position the head of your cock at the opening of my pussy and then move your hand to my hip where you push me down hard so that your cock in buried in my cunt in one fast, hard movement. I cry out because it feels so fantastic to feel you all the way inside of my pussy. And then I begin to ride you…sliding up and down on your shaft, raising and lowering myself on your dick….my tits bouncing as I move.

You continue to hold my hips – pushing me hard – telling me how much you love to see my pussy stretched around your cock. We fuck for a few more minutes like this – our skin slapping against each other as I ride you hard. You pinching my nipples and fingering my clit as we fuck. Then I slow down my pace and tell you that I need to be fucked really hard like a cheap, slutty whore.

You stand up and we move – you don’t say a word, you just push on my back to let me know to bend over. I hold onto the chair for support as you run your hands over my ass, slapping it and making it hot and red, as I cry out with görükle escort a mix of pain and pleasure. You then rub your cock up and down my slit, getting it wet from my hot pussy juice that has been flowing.

Without a word or even a tease with your finger, you slide your cock into my tight little asshole. I arch my back and cry out – it hurts so exquisitely – that enticing mix of intense pleasure with just the right amount of pain. With my back arched, you reach out and grab me by the hair – pulling my head back further as you start sliding your cock in and out of my ass – faster, harder.

“Finger fuck your cunt, you horny slut” you tell me roughly as you fuck me hard.

You slam against my ass with your body…you watch my ass shake every time you slam your cock into me. I slide two fingers into my pussy and press my thumb against my clit as you fuck me. I can’t help but moan and cry out with the intense pleasure I’m getting from feeling your fat cock stretch my tight asshole. The whole time, you are telling me what a hot fucking ass I have, what a good little slut I am and how hard I make you.

Hearing all of these things and feeling you fuck me so thoroughly, it doesn’t take long before I feel my orgasm building…rushing like a freight train, I cry out as it washes over me and makes my pussy clamp down on my fingers.

“Oh fuck, yes…keep fucking my asshole.” I cry out as I cum hard and feel my pussy juice flowing out of my cunt.

Hearing my words and feeling me cum on your thick cock has the desired effect on you and you tell me that you are going to cum. You pull out of my ass and push me down on my knees again…you standing right in front of me with your hard cock in your hand.

As your hand moves up and down your shaft, my hand reaches underneath the tease your balls with my fingertips before I slide my long, slender middle finger into your hot, waiting asshole. You moan deeply as I slide my finger in and out of your ass and I lick my lips, waiting for your cum. You keep stroking, faster now….until you finally shoot your thick ropes of your cum shoot all over my tits. Your cum drips from my nipples onto my stomach and my thighs. You rub the sensitive head of your cock against my hard nipples – rubbing the cum into my skin. As you pull back a little, there is a line of cum from the tip of your cock to my tits. I smile up at you as I scoop some of your cum off my nipples and lick it hungrily from my fingers.

You tell me to get myself cleaned up and while I’m pulling myself together, you’re telling me what a hot little cumslut I am. As we begin to dress ourselves, I reach out to kiss you again and you can still taste your cum on my lips. And we smile at each other devilishly before we leave the coat check stand and walk, separately, back into the ballroom where my husband and your date are waiting – clueless to the hot fuck we just shared. And needless to say, we’ll be seeing more of your business at the bank next year.

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Lust, Like Thirst: 1 La Guitarra

These 3 stories are about sexuality and our desires for it. They explore bisexuality, homosexuality, and heterosexuality. They are not about judgments of sexual preference, but about our seeming insatiable desires regarding sex. If you have certain hangups, fine. These stories are not for masturbation. I would greatly appreciate your comments and votes. ]

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I am sitting in a Starbuck’s, trying to drink coffee from the cup shaking in my hands. I don’t remember being this nervous about anything.

[author, why am i such a dolt at the beginning of every story you put me in? can’t i for once, just once, be a strong character from the get-go?

development, michael. it’s called character development. you’re a main character and main characters always must change in a story. sometimes they get better. sometimes not. maybe you are starting strong and you’ll became more of a dolt! we’ll see.]

I had met Roberto online in a “bi-4-bi” chatroom. He was easy to talk to, had a great sense of humor. We enjoyed many of the same interests. We’re both in our early 50s. He’s married; I’m divorced, maybe looking. But mostly, we weren’t online to discuss cooking or Spanish music or life in the suburbs. We both really wanted to suck cock. We each had dreamed off and on about it much of our lives, fantasized about it, swapped pictures of men sucking men nine ways to Sunday

We exchanged photos of each other. He wasn’t the “hot shit” looker of my dreams, but he wasn’t bad. 5’11”, 180 pounds. In decent shape for our age. I’m sure I wasn’t the spicy chorizo he had imagined in his fantasies either! I’m an inch shorter and 15 pounds lighter. I am “muy blanco,” not a Latin lover he might prefer! I lift weights but am not a bodybuilder. Just enough for some tone. Most people who don’t know me think I’m in my mid-40s. Neither of us had wanted a “pick-up and suck” experience.

That must be him, I think. He said he’d wear a black leather jacket and jeans. Yeah, he looks like his picture, better looking in person. I look at his ass. A lot better looking in person. That’ll be a nice ass to hold onto, I think. I told him to look for a guy in black jeans and black western boots with chains. Long brownish-blond hair. Still got a little hippie in me! Got gassed by Daley’s pigs in Grant Park in 1968.

As he waits for his order, he looks around the cafe. I don’t know whether to wave or let him find me. I look at him, willing him to see me. He does, and nods his head in recognition. Shit! I can hardly breathe! Was I ever this nervous with a woman? Maybe. I watch as he approaches my table. He is not wearing underwear, his cock tucked down the left side of his levis.

“Hello, Michael,” he says quietly with a smile, sitting down.

“Buenos Dios, Roberto!” I clumsily say, trying to rolls my R’s. Nothing in our chats indicated he spoke Spanish regularly, though he has mentioned visiting relatives in Puerta Vallarta and eating pollo de mole at Las Cazuelas. He looked of mixed blood in his photo.

“Nice boots, Michael!” he says. “Muy caliente!” I’m sure I blush. He laughs. I lift my cup and my hand shakes so much half the coffee spills on my lap. He laughs again.

“If we were at my house, I’d lick you clean!” I feel a tingle in my crotch.

[he’s a nice guy. he’s trying to make you relax, michael. let the story unfold.

jesus, author, i’m 54 years old, never been sexual with a man, and you tell me to relax! you fucking try it!

i did. relax.]

We make small talk. No, the Cubs will not win a fucking thing, again. Yes, it’s been a sweltering summer-and my lawn crunches beneath my feet. His brown eyes sparkle. He tries to be light and I am sodden. If this is an interview, I am not going to get the job. I answer his questions in monosyllables. I look away from him. I am lukewarm and flat, a bottle of cerveza in the sun.

“Can we walk, Roberto? I need to walk these nerves off.” He understands. We take our coffee outside.

“Roberto, I’m sorry. I’m a much nicer person than I am showing you now,” I say as we walk.

“I know you are, Michael. From our chats. I am quaking too, inside. Look, I think we know what we want to about each other. We’re already friends, sort of. We both like to cook. We like blues and flamenco guitar. I still like soccer much more than you. I will change your mind! Now, we’ve met. Why don’t we just suck each other like we say we want to?”

I stop and look at him. So nice and simple. No courting. No notes or flowers or conversations filled with innuendo. No parry and thrust. I smile.

“I cannot wait! Really!” I say. I mean it. “Nice ass, Roberto. Very nice ass!” I think he also blushes, but he is darkened from the summer sun.

“Wear those boots, Gringo. You’re really sexy in them!” I never thought a man saying that would get me excited, but we part and I am half hard. A good sign.

His wife knows he thinks he is bi. She understands, bursa escort he said, knows something about lust herself. So far it is all just talk, hypothetical; he does not know how she will react when his desires become reality. Fuck, he says, neither does he. They have been married only a year. Her ex-husband, Bret, taught business at the University of Wisconsin. He was bisexual as well. She has told Roberto she would rather have him use their house than go to some motel or the back of a van. She is a wonderful woman, he has told me, a spiritual, sensual, beautiful woman. His bi desires do not relfect on his feelings toward her. They have a good sex life. He and I just crave cock.

I arrive at his house around 10 o’clock that night. His wife usually goes to bed around 9:30. As I walk up the front stairs, the door opens. He is waiting for me. We exchange quiet hellos and he asks me to follow him to the basement. There is the faint smell of poblanos and cumin from dinner. The basement is a very nice room with a fireplace, burgundy-leather sofa, pool table. A beautiful print of Bosch’s “The Ship of Fools” hangs on one wall. I see a weight machine in a corner and family photos on another wall. He has three daughters from his previous marriage, all grown. Two are married. He wants grandkids. I avoid looking at the pictures. That is his real life. I will never be part of it. I walk up to a Conde Hermanos flamenco guitar propped against a chair. I have heard that it reveals the voices of angels.

“Yours?” I ask.

“Si, though I am not too good. Not enough time to practice. I play for the family on holidays.”

Since this morning, I have settled down and simply just want him. I move to him and pull up on his t-shirt and he helps me pull it off. He is hairier than my fantasy, but as I rub his chest, he feels pleasantly furry. I bend to suck his nipples. His chest is firm, though not hard-there is just enough give for me to enjoy his breast. His nipples are hard and he moans as I suck and lick them. I have begun to have sex with a man. No turning back, now. Don’t want to.

In our chats, we agreed we didn’t really want any of that “faggy stuff”-kissing, hugging, necking. I drop to my knees and undo his pants, pull them down, and help him out of them. I stare at the outline of his cock in his red satin thong. I kiss it and lightly bite it. Fuck, this isn’t what I came here for! I pull his thong down hard and I am finally fucking face-to-face with what I have craved. I grab Roberto by the hips and I slurp him into my mouth. Oh, God, yes! He moans. I moan. Within seconds, I begin to feel the blood flow into him. I move my hands to that sweet ass and push him toward me, push his cock farther in, push his groin against my head. His hands are behind me, just holding me, forcing nothing. I suck his cock eagerly, perhaps a bit too fast.

We had both joked about how women neglect balls, so I move to his. They are giant cojones! I raise his cock and lift his balls with my tongue. They are incredibly heavy and hang low. I had told him I thought about wanting to suck on low-hanging balls. His email said I would not be disappointed. I suck each into my mouth and lick them, roll them around, feeling their gravity. I hope they are filled to the brim with cum. Roberto arches back and moans. He caresses my head. Then he lifts up under my shoulders, raising me. I do not want to. I want to suck him right here, now, and mouth-fuck his brains out!

“Bueno, Miguel! Great!” he chuckles a little. “Now, let me suck you.”

Roberto unbuttons my shirt and I become nervous again. My fantasies never involved a man doing me. They were always of me sucking. He lets my shirt drop to the floor and he draws me to him. Bare chest to chest. He is hot, his hard nipples heat mine. I reach behind him and press him to me. Both of us start breathing fast. I relax to him.

He sucks my nipples and I moan. I love watching him lick them and kiss them, suck them into his mouth. He moves up my chest, continuing to kiss and suck my skin. He reaches my neck and kisses me there, all over. I grind my hips into his and Roberto presses back. I feel his rock-cock twitch against me.

“Sit on the sofa, Miguel, por favor,” he says leading me there. When I am sitting, he kneels in front of me, lifts each leg, and removes my boots. He then reaches for my pants, unbuckles the silver concho, unzips me, and pulls them down. I arch back and wiggle my ass. I did not bother wearing underwear. He then helps me put my boots back on.

“You are so hot and sexy naked in these boots, Miguel! Grind them into my back as I suck you hard!” He puts his arms under my thighs and pulls me to the sofa’s edge. He blows on my cock and balls and licks at them.

“”You are a sexy suck-boy! I am going to make you feel like a sexy suck-boy!”

He sucks my semi-hard cock and bobs on it, licking its underside. Licking it dozens of times, coaxing blood to fill it. I dig my boots into his shoulders, bursa escort pulling him to me, and Roberto growls, sucks harder. He grasps my sack and pulls my balls into a tight mound, and sucks them, kisses them, blows on them. I dig deeper and harder into his back. I arch up, thrusting into him. He takes me easy and growls again. He tongues underneath my balls, follows my erection to its source. We had laughed online when we talked about our sizes. When I asked how big his erection is, he asked “Which one? The one a man measures or the one a man feels?”

I am close to cumming and do not want to and do want to and don’t want to. I not only love Roberto’s suck and want it to continue for much longer, but I want to finish him before I cum, because after I cum all sexual desire leaves me. I want to keep my sexual desire for Roberto so I can suck him with wanting, not from a feeling of reciprocation.

I remove my legs from his back and sit up. He looks surprised, wonders if he did something wrong. I hold his head and then I kiss him lightly on the forehead.

“I am too close too fast, Roberto. If you want to finish me, then do. But I would like to take your load first.”

“Si. I remember what you have said. I want to finish you, but I can wait. I will finish you later, Miguel. I will have your cum in me tonight!”

I stand and Roberto lays stretched on the sofa, his bronzed skin almost melting into the leather. He looks handsome and masculine, his cock laying to one side. I take a mental picture of this-I want to remember how we two virgins looked, never to look quite this way again. Then I lower myself to my knees, suck his right tit, and quickly work to his groin. I suck his cock into me and I groan. It is hot. I suck until he is steel-hard, letting him thrust up into me. He turns on his side. I lick the shaft, following each bulging vein as it criss-crosses him, firming him into rigid heated flesh. Cupping his balls in one hand, I hold his cock with the other. I impale my head on it, go fucking crazy bobbing on it. Sucking hard, not sucking at all, letting his silky skin tingle my lips. His moans tell me my suck is good. I lie flat on my back and pull him off the sofa, suck him into me again. Now, the curve of his cock matches my throat and I take him in completely. He senses the fit, and begins to fuck my face, his heavy balls gently pressed to my nose. I hold his hips as he glides in and out of my mouth. I reach around to grab his tight ass and feel his muscles tense and relax as he fucks my throat. He is fucking me faster and faster and I sense he will cum soon.

“I want you, Roberto, me on my knees. You standing. I want you to grab my head and fuck me!” He laughs and stands as I kneel before him. “Si, I know, ‘fuck my face’!” He grabs my head. I reach and clasp his ass and pull him to me. He plunges in and I become a suck machine, letting him pump me with his cock. I am so hot and I can barely breathe. His ass becomes a heated machine. My cheeks are sunken from my hard suck. My lips burn, and I release more spit to help his glide.

Then, there’s the one thrust-the one I know that just sent the signal to his brain. He holds my head tightly and firmly. He does not announce it. I lick his glans. He spurts. Three or four hit my throat, hot jizz pulsing into me. I do not swallow. I am surprised I do not choke or gag. More cum gushes onto my tongue. He is salty. His groan is from deep within, and long. More cum gushes out as I suck. More, a little more, a little more, a little more, altogether, a lot…and he is done. Another groan as he releases me. I milk him and lick the drops that emerge. He pulls out of me. Then, I swallow Roberto’s seed and feel I have never tasted or felt anything so wonderful as it slides down my throat.

“Yes!” I quietly say, in a quivering voice, relieved, pleased, happy.

“Que?” he asks.

“All these weeks of fucking talking about it and you came in my mouth and down my throat so nice and easy.” I stand. “You taste better than anyone could write about!”

[you should have let me do this about ten years ago, author, this bisexuality. i would’ve been a much more versatile character in your stories!

you couldn’t have done this ten years ago, michael, because i hadn’t done it ten years ago! are you getting the picture? michael, sometimes you whine so, even when my life for you is good! especially when my life for you is good!]

“Now it is my turn!” he says. He pushes me down on the couch and sucks me as before, spreading my legs wide, with my boots digging into his back. I dig them into him and he leans forward. I know how to make Roberto growl now! He sucks me wildly and eagerly, never stopping except to work on my balls. My mind is still caught up in his cumming that I can barely feel what he is doing. I look down and see this hot guy sucking me, bobbing his head over and over, rubbing his tongue under my cock, and I feel a crescendo of cum building inside. bursa eskort I use my legs to pull him forward, my heels in his shoulder blades helping him pump his head on me. He grabs under my ass and massges it with his strong hands, uses it to pump his face with me. He holds me down his throat and I exhale loudly. I cum…and cum…and cum. I feel like I’m peeing cum. It’s leaving me not in spurts but in a continuous flow. I see stars. I picture my cock shooting my cum into his mouth, him swallowing, tasting me, enjoying me.

We remain in our positions, quiet. He rises and stands in front of me.

“Michael,” he gasps to say, then stops. “Miguel….” He still cannot find words. “Muy…muy bien!” he says with a light laugh and puts his hand on top of my head. He sort of stumbles and falls down next to me. “Your cock is el grande, Miguel! Mucho cum! I thought I might drown!”

We catch our breaths.

“Want a Dos Equis, Miguel? Cerveza Fria?”

“Oh, God, yes. Si! That would be great!”

We walk to the fridge and he pops the caps off two bottles. “Come with me,” he says and I follow into another, smaller room. There is a hot tub. I remove my boots and we get in. The water feels like hot silk.

“To your sexy, hot yanqui bod!” Roberto clinks his bottle to mine. “To your big burrito!” I say, and we laugh and chug the beer down, all the way, without stopping. It is so cold, so bubbly, so good. We belch, and laugh.

We just sit there, our elbows on the edge. I replay the thousand sensations-the nervousness, the wanting, the skin upon skin, mouth to cock, cock to mouth, the creamy saltiness of him, hot water, cold beer.

I move in front of Roberto and kneel between his legs. “I want you to fuck me, Roberto. I want your hot cock in me, fucking me, grinding into me, shooting more cum into me. Will you? When you are ready?”

He does not answer. We did not talk much about fucking, only sucking. He cups his hands to my ass and moves one finger to my hole. He begins inserting it and I push my ass down against it. He pushes deeper and I squirm on it. “Fuck me, please, Roberto. I am selfish. I am ready to have you there.”

He still does not answer. Maybe I am stepping over the line, this first time. Maybe the sucking is enough, is supposed to be enough. I move across the tub, opposite him. It is a physical distance, but there is a greater mental distance. Finally, he wades over to me.

“Miguel. Si, I will fuck you, if that is what you want. It’s just that….” He pauses. “It’s just I do not want to be fucked back.”

I’m relieved. I tell him that is fine. I want to be fucked. I do not need to fuck back. Then he says, “I have not told you this. I did not want this to be part of our discussions before. You and I wanted to suck cock. That was our desire. We have done that, taken and swallowed each other’s seed.” Again he pauses to look for the words. “Today, I told Elena, my wife, that I had found a man to have sex with. I told her all about you, that you were handsome-for a gringo!” he laughs. “She said….”

I’m a little slow here, my mind hearing the words and trying to catch up to what they mean.

“Si, she would like to join us. I told her I wanted just you and me at first, but maybe…later in the evening…I would bring it up. It is your decision.”

I’m a bit stunned. This had never been part of my fantasy.

[author, couldn’t this just be a guy story? you know, two guys have sex and a good time, watch a little baseball or porn movie, shoot pool naked?

you were in a guy story, michael. don’t you remember ‘jacks of all trades’ about the male-bonding weekend? i think then you asked me where the fuck the broads were?]

“She is very pretty, Miguel,” Roberto adds. “I still stop and look at her beauty. But that is not where she is most beautiful!”

“And what does she want? To approve me? Stamp me with a seal? Is this fucking meet-the-wife night?” I yell, far too edgy. “I’m sorry, Roberto. Really sorry. I just wasn’t expecting anything like this! Why bring a woman into this?”

“It is hard to describe, Miguel. There is another dimension within her that I still cannot explain, even after a year with her. She is my mentor as well as my wife. I want to share her with you. It is, shall we say, a gift to you. She has asked me to bring her to you.” He is so sincere and tender. “She really does want to meet you!”

“Okay, Roberto.” Sometimes, letting things happen is best.

[you are learning now, michael. see, you aren’t the dolt you thought you were! still time, though!]

He towels off, puts on a robe, and goes upstairs. I walk over to the photos on the wall-the ones that were not supposed to become part of my life. There is one older picture in which all three daughters and what I guess is the mother stand before a Christmas tree. But that was twenty years ago. What is the new wife?

I feel uncomfortable standing naked in Roberto’s basement while he fetches his wife for a three-way or two-way or whatever is on their minds. I decide to return to the tub. I wade in, let the warmth overwhelm me, and lean back against the wall, closing my eyes. I hear Bach’s Chaconne in my memory. Andres Segovia. I drift off into my own world.

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“Bend over, pull up your skirt.”

After 25 years of marriage it’s hard to figure out the erotic. Even if you still like each other.

When Sharon and I started dating everything seemed to be on the table. Pretty much anything I asked, she tried.

I loved getting her totally naked, just looking at her.

“Why do you like this so much? I don’t know what you want me to do.”

“I’m a guy, I like naked. And I particularly like you naked.” She’d shrug and stand there –not with a particularly sexy stance– while I jerked off, with a somewhat bemused look. That was OK with me. I loved her slightly droopy big breasts, her wide, round derriere, and her thick patch of bush between her legs. Perfect, live, sexy wanking fodder. Yes, eventually she’d lie down next to me and I’d make her come to before we did the old PIV.

Leaning her over the couch arm, I’ll tug down her pants, feeling and licking her ass. She’d bleat a little, or maybe moan a half hearted, reluctant “no” while trying to cover up, but in the end I’d get a dab in.

Once, on a weekend away, we stopped for lunch at a diner. Afterwards, before we drove out of the parking lot, I said we ought to fuck.

“Here?! Where? We can’t exactly get naked in the back of the car.”

“You’re wearing a skirt. Slide onto my lap.”

“No! No way,” she cried. “People will see!”

“They will not, your skirt will cover us up. Now get over here and let me get empty this hard on inside of you.”

Like I say, ultimately back then Sharon was game. She hesitantly scrambled over, facing the windshield and getting tangled up in the steering wheel. I reached up her loose dress, moved her panties aside and slipped it in and started feeling her up. She was slow, unsure at first, but boy was her cooch tight. And wet. Super wet. Let me tell you, she came as hard as she ever came, and all these years later, she’ll still blurt out every once in a while “Remember that time we did it in the car?” That usually meant that she was ready to romp that minute. Not that I could ever get her to do it in the car again.

The really surprising thing to me was that she didn’t seem to mind that I was into porn, unlike every other woman I’d dated.

“We all have our dark sides Ronnie.” I’m not sure what she thought was dark about my jerking it to naked women fucking their hearts out, but to each her own.

So I’d messenger over a book of dirty illustrations from the middle ages or something (softer than I got off too, but just right for her delicate, feminist sensibilties), and that night we’d have a wonderful array of sexing in every position she could think of, and then some. Sharon didn’t like my admiration of naked photography so much over the years, but her initial openness was a good signal to me about who we could be together.

During our enduring marriage, we’d already tried most of the things that turn us both on and we’d already settled the issues of what didn’t really work for one or the other of us. We risked the rejection of telling each other (some of) our fantasies and come hard to the ones that had been accepted. We fucked like bunnies before kids, and now that they’re out of the house and have all the privacy in the world we’re a little too tired and depleted to be the acrobats you used to be.

But, we still love each other and totally want the joys of sexy coupling. What to do?

In my case, I was determined to move past the past. No doubt I was more randy than my wife, who was always struggling to get past the inhibitions instilled by a trying childhood. She could be good, giving and game whenever I asked for something, but I was just as sensitive when she felt she couldn’t comply with a kinky request. Maybe too sensitive to her hesitations. But I was committed to restarting our libidos.

During our last talk about our stilted sex life Sharon and I agreed something had to be done. We wanted the same things –to be loved, coveted, aroused, and fucked– and new we’d have to work on a plan. We tentatively agreed we needed to schedule things–that sounded oh so not sexy, but it worked out well in the end– and Sharon came to terms that she would be more open to some new things, even if she had to drink a little wine occasionally to get there. And so it began.

What did I want? You mean, besides everything? Well almost. Most of my requests were run of the mill kinks. I would have liked it if she had a Escort Pendik crazy request here and there, but I was resigned to that not happening and that I’d have to be the first mover. OK, but how was she going to react after being so vanilla all these years? I decided it was up to me to make sure she didn’t have a chance to back out. It was that simple.

At first, we took it easy. She loved her skin being rubbed so a back massage often became a prelude to the main event. For our “dates” I tried to mix it up. Sometimes, we’d make out in the living room and lose our clothes on the way to bed. Or, I’d insist that she get naked for me and start rubbing her pussy while I watched. She was super shy about it, but slowly she got comfortable coming in front of me rather than beside me.

All good, our engines were getting back up to speed. It was time for the next level.

“Why do you want me to do that?”

I’d just asked Sharon to bend over.

“I like your ass, I want to see it.”

“You know too well that it’s big and fat. And my granny pants make it look even bigger.”

“Do it Sharon, turn around hike up your skirt.” She played along. “Nice. Now, down with your pants. Slowly. Bend over. ”

“Ronnie! It’s embarrassing,” she said.

“You have such a nice crack, you don’t need to be ashamed of it. I want to see it.” She started to wrench them down.

“See, it’s a beautiful crack.”

“Don’t say that!” She started pulling them up. “Stop it!”

“You stop! I’m going to look at your ass as long as I want, and then I’m going to fuck your furry pussy -hard!– from behind.”

“Don’t. That’s dirty.”

“Your hairy, fuzzy pussy? That’s dirty? Not to me. It’s sexy.”

“You’re terrible.”

“Stand still missy. Let me luxuriate in your terrible, naked buns.”

Sharon froze, with half her rear end uncovered, her tail sticking out as lasciviously as an uptight woman could. But I think I spotted her cheeks starting to quiver just a little bit.

“Do you know I can smell your sex from here?” A low moan told me she could sniff it too. “You like that, don’t you? I can smell how much… You love that I’m going to plow into you when you can’t see me? That my dick is hard just looking at your trembling ass?” I moved toward her and loudly unzipped my pants, exposing my erection. “Spread your ass for me baby.”

“Oh God. Please Ronnie. Just stick it in and fuck me. I’ll like that, I’ll spread my cunt lips wide open and you can fuck me really deep.”

My inhaling of her sex scent was loud enough that she quitely moaned “stop” again. But she opened even more and pushed that ass back against me.

“Please, fuck me. Deeper. Ohhhh.” She was really shoving back, almost losing balance. “You can look at my crack all you want if you’ll just fuck my smelly pussy even harder. I like your hard dick in my cunt so much. Harder!” Her pussy was seeping. “I can feel you cock up to my throat, oh God, it feels so big. Make me cum Ronnie! Shoot your sticky cum up inside me!! Fuck my fucking fucked cunt!!”

Her whole body started quaking, almost uncontrollably. Her cries were ear splitting, she came and came and came again, and when I was done our juices were running down her legs. She was smiling as she rubbed them into her skin.

I told you we both wanted it.

Over the weeks we kept up our sex dates with increasing enthusiasm from both of us. Sometimes it was just a leisurely lay, but thanks to Sharon’s ability to orgasm over and over again, we could ramp things up to a progressively wetter and louder finish, with both our screams echoing everywhere at once, soaking our sheets through and through.

But, I wanted more.

Sharon was a bit more dubious (that pesky childhood), even though she recognized the benefits. Now that we’d settled into a groove –or maybe I’d settled into *her* groove, as it were (ouch!)– I became resolute about going further.

After a few weeks Sharon had started getting used to my “bend over, show me your tush” routine. Maybe she was even getting to like it? When our sexy time came, without asking she’d put herself in position and lift her skirts or push down her sexy, high waisted Mom jeans. One time, I figured I’d try and up the ante.

“What are you waiting for?” Her underpants were down around her knees, her butt was starting to shake, and her sex fragrances were wafting up. “Aren’t you hard yet?” She was impatient to get to the next round.

“Put your hands on your cheeks.” She did. “Open them, slowly, let me look in there.”

“Please don’t.” She let go. “I don’t want you to look.”

“Sharon!” I walked over to her.

“Ronnie! Can’t you just put it in? You don’t have to look at my butt hole to do that.” But she slowly opened up. “Stop!! What are you doing?! Don’t!”

I was gently running my finger up and down over her starfish.

“Why are you doing that? It feels funny. Please don’t touch me there!” She was getting all worked up.

Now I was lightly licking it. She almost jumped out of the way. “Cut it out!”

I grabbed onto her hips and held her tightly. “I’m going to hold on and keep licking until you calm down.” I reached around and touched her clit. “Your cunt is sopping. You like it more than you’re saying.”

“I do not! I don’t care how wet I am, I do not like your near my back door, you know that. I want you to st… Ow! Get out of there, I don’t like that! You know I don’t like that!!”

Like a lot of people, Sharon had a thing –not a good thing– about asses. I’d tried, but never gotten her to poke around mine. And it was always clear she didn’t want me anywhere near her asshole.

“Out, not in,” she’d say.

Now, the wet tip of my finger was rubbing around her ass, at the same time I put two others up front.

“But you like this, don’t you?” A nice whimper came out. “You like me massaging your pussy like this.” Her groan came from deep in her throat. “You’re leaking buckets. Doesn’t it feel good to have my fingers filling you up? All over?”

Neither of us could tell if she was shaking her head no or nodding it yes while I went deeper in both places.

“I’m going to keep rubbing you inside, verrrrryyyy sloooowwly,” I was moving in and out of both her holes, “verrrrryyyy sloooowwly, until you can’t stand it anymore and your whole body starts…”

All of a sudden her whole body slowly convulsed, her sounds were almost out of hearing range.

“Eeeeeeeiiiiiiiii. OHHHHHH, ohhhhh ohmygodRonnie! OhhhhhhHHHHH!!”

Soon we were both naked and and pounding each other like there was no tomorrow. I shot so hard I thought it was going to come out her mouth, her ears, and her ass.

“I don’t know what happened, I came so much today,” she whispered when we were coming down from our fuck fest. “I never, ever wanted you near my ass but when you started licking it…” she trailed off.

“You tasted so good.”

“I don’t want to hear that, knock it off,” she whined. “It felt nice… No. No no no no.” She didn’t know what to do.

“You were so tight back there. You almost broke off my finger.”

“I did not! No.”

“You liked me in your ass, I could feel it squeezing and squeezing when you came.”

“Please don’t. I’m… I don’t know, it’s humiliating.”

“But you came so many times.”

“It’s because I like your cock fucking me, like I always do.”

“It’s because you liked my finger up your bum, it turned you on. Maybe next time…”

“Out, not in,” she said, but without much conviction.

“Sure, whatever you say.” Until the next time.

And so it went with our dates. More sex, better sex, better loving. More fun all in all. I had a few more places I wanted to go, but I was getting more confident we’d get there in time.

Even Sharon was getting into things more and starting to ask me for things that would turn her on. She particularly liked it when I licked her nipples, so much that she could have a rockin’ orgasm just from that tonguing. Which eventually led to…

“Ronnie?” Sharon was riding me slowly, dragging herself up and down over my cock, working both of us up, her breasts dangling in my face (“why do they have to be so big, like udders?”). She bent down and murmured in my ear.

“Ronnie? You know how you like it when I shake my tits in your face?” I mumbled yes. “I like that so much, I love turning you on with my tits.”

“Ronnie?” she started again, a little nervously. “Can you please take both my nipples, um, in your mouth, and when I start to shake them, just bite down? Gently? Really gently. But, bite both my nips when I’m shaking them?”

I would love it. I did, and she did. She started shaking them, I bit down –tenderly, like she asked– and the more she shook, the tighter I held, and as she jiggled her boobs her whole body started spasming uncontrollably.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God! Fuck fuck fuckfuck, I’m coming Ronnie!! I’m coming from my tits, I’m coming from my nipples, I love you chewing on my tits, I’m coming I’m coming!!”

Her orgasm took over her whole body and her pussy started squirting all over the both of us.

“Oh my God!” she said after she came down. “You almost bit my nipples off!”

“I’m so sorry baby.” The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.

“Oh my God no! It was amazing,” she said as she was rubbing her juices all over the both of us. “Here, bite them –gently, now– again.”

“Ronnie?” A few weeks later, Sharon was looking at me tentatively. “Ronnie, I did something bad.”

What was she talking about?

“I, uh, I spent too much money on this new dress.” She spun around like we were in a Doris Day movie or something.

“That’s OK baby. Whatever. You look great in it.”

“Really? I knew you’d like it. It’s big, with easy access.” She winked at me. “No really, it was too much. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Sharon, baby, it’s all right.”

“No, you have to help me.”

Did it need to be unzipped or something?

“You need to help me stop doing such bad things.” She paused, kind of looking down at the floor. “I need to be punished.”

What was she talking about?

“Please.”

“Please what Sharon? So you won’t buy another dress for a while. This one looks really pretty.”

She turned around, stuck her butt out, and raised the flouncy skirt to her waist, and bent over a little. “Take my underpants down, please.”

That was a first, but of course, I complied. As far as I’m concerned, any Sharon ass was good Sharon ass.

“I want you to teach me a lesson so I’ll never be bad again.” I was completely confused. “Spank me, spank my ass.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Make my bare ass really feel it, make it sting. I was bad. Isn’t that what happens to a bad girl?” she whined. “Spank me!”

Sharon had been liking our ass play more and more. Her pussy gushed when I fingered her back there, she liked me rubbing it, squeezing it, opening it wide when she was on top. Even her clothes –like this dress– were flaunting it more. And gone were the granny pants, now she wore those high waisted, stretchy things that really exposed her globes, no matter what she was wearing. They made her ass look totally brazen. A real change from “it’s too fat, it’s too big, don’t look at it.” Though she still played like it mortified her that it jiggled when she walked and I whistled. But this was a whole other level.

“Come on baby. Please Ronnie?” Sharon had never been a beggar before. “I’m getting wet just waiting for it. It’ll make me fuck you really good, I promise. Please spank my ass!” She stuck it out for me again.

So I did. I whacked her across her cheeks.

“Ow. Do it again. Oww! Again! Owww! Do it again!”

She was really getting into it. And was I getting hard from it? What was going on?

“I like it when you smack my poor little heinie. Punish my big behind some more! Make it hard for me to sit down! Owww! Again!” She was really liking this. “Touch my cunt, finger fuck my pussy Ronnie. See how wet it is? See what happens when I’m bad?”

She was right, she was totally gushing.

“Fuck me now. Fuck me with my new, expensive dress on. I’m all bent over for you the way you like it, aren’t I? I’m showing you my big old tushie the way you always want it.”

I was so hard it hurt. My penis slid in like… yeah, it slid in like it was melted butter in there.

“Your cock feels so good! Slap my ass again, fuck me, spank me, make me howl!! Ooooooowwwwyyeeeessssss!!”

I kept walloping her rear while I was crashing into her backside, and before you know it I was coming, she was coming for what must have been the fifth time. Her rear end was almost purple and she was laughing, crying, screeching.

“Oh Ronnie, you made my ass feel so good. I was so bad.”

“Maybe next time I can fuck you there.” I figured I’d try.

“I like you smacking it, I don’t want you fucking it.”

“Come on, you’ll love it.”

“You can fuck my pussy, bite my tits. You can stare at my ass all you want, and hit it till I shout. But you will not, you cannot, bugger my asshole, no matter how much you cry.”

“I know you’ll give in eventually.”

“Out. Not in.”

Yeah, that’s what she says now.

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Pam and Ben had worked together for several years, there was occasional flirtyness between them, but nothing serious had ever happened. One Thursday afternoon, Pam suggested going out for a drink after work, this surprised Ben, Pam had never agreed to stop after work any time Ben had suggested it.

After finishing half their drinks, Pam started telling Ben about how frustrated she was with her boyfriend. They had been together for many years, and had two, nearly grown children together. Pam told Ben she had moved out, she found out her guy was fooling around with someone else.

After a second drink, Pam opened up even more, and started discussing her sex life, or rather lack thereof, even before she left her boyfriend. She told Ben: “All he ever wanted was a quick hump, once he was done, he’d just roll over and go to sleep.”

Ben replied, “He never took the time to pleasure you? No warming you up or anything?”

“No”, Pam said, ” just a quick one for him, pump it out and done.”

Ben thought for a moment, “Has he ever pleasured you orally?”

“Never.”

Has anyone ever pleasured you orally?”

Pam looked down, embarrassed, “No, nobody ever has.”

Ben put a hand over Pam’s hand, and gave it a little squeeze, “I would be delighted to do that for you, anytime, with no reciprocation required.”

Pam looked quickly up at Ben, “What do you mean, no strings attached?”

Ben smiled, “I didn’t say no strings, I said no reciprocation was required, you don’t have to do anything for me, I’ll pleasure you, then cover you up with the blanket, and go home.”

Pam laughed, “Of course there has be a catch, what strings are attached to this so-called offer?”

Ben answered, “Three things: One, you can’t tell anyone about it, two, do not shave your pubic hair, and three, I’m going to strip you butt naked first.”

Pam shivered, “I’ll be too cold to enjoy anything if I’m naked.”

“You can cover up to keep warm, I’ll be fine under the blanket.”

Curious, Pam asked, “Why would you do this if Escort Pendik you don’t want me to do anything for you?”

“Simple, Ben replied, “first off, I like you, secondly, it’s something I love to do, and third, my payment will be just seeing you naked.”

“Can I think about it?”

“I hope you do think about it, often.”

After their second drink, both went home. The next day, Pam came up to Ben at lunchtime, and told him, “I thought about it last night,” she blushed a bit, “thinking about it made me so horny I had to, umm…”

“Pleasure yourself?” Ben finished the sentence for Pam.

“Yes, twice. I think I’m ready, how do we do this?”

“Ben laughed, “I don’t think you need a lesson, just a plan. How about next Friday after work?”

Pam looked at Ben, took a long calming breath, and replied, “OK, follow me home after work next Friday.”

Ben was quite exited, he had been attracted to Pam since they started working together, she was always friendly, and smelled really nice. Ben had generally found that if a woman smelled nice, her pussy also smelled and tasted nice, and if there was one thing Ben liked, it was a sweet pussy.

Friday finally came, Ben made sure he shaved closely that morning, no sense in being scratchy. When Pam arrived at work Friday morning, Ben noted she was dressed extra nicely. After the normal “good mornings”, Ben stepped close to Pam, she smelled extra good this morning.

“You smell fabulous today,” he told her, then softly added, “I’m looking forward to tonight.”

“So am I.”

After work, they met in the parking lot, Pam had parked right next to Ben that morning, he followed her to her new apartment, and parked several houses away. After walking back to her door, they went inside.

“Would you like a drink? “Pam asked Ben.

“No, I want to have a clear head for this, but you can have one if you like.”

“No, let’s just start, I’m nervous enough, already.”

Pam led the way to her bedroom, and pulled the covers down. She turned to Ben, “What now?”

Ben smiled, “Just relax, follow my lead, and let me do what I love best.”

Ben positioned Pam close to the bed, facing her away from it. He began to unbutton her blouse, then he pulled it out of her slacks, and slid it off her shoulders. Tossing it over a chair, he touched her chin with his forefinger, leaned in, and began to kiss her neck, nibbling back until he could gently flick her earlobe. Pam took a deep breath, and let out a long sigh. Ben reached behind Pam and unhooked her bra, then slid the straps down her shoulders, releasing Pam’s full breasts. When the cool room air touched them, Pam’s nipples clenched hard from the sudden chill. Ben leaned forward, and took a nipple gently in his mouth, he suckled on it a bit, then switched to the other one. After a moment Pam let out a little moan of pleasure.

Ben held Pam’s waist, and kneeled lower, kissing his way down Pam’s soft tummy, until he reached her slacks. He gently lifted her left foot, then the right, removing Pam’s sandals. Reaching up, he unfastened her slacks, hooked his fingers in the top, and slid her slacks and panties down to the floor in one smooth motion. Ben then lifted each of Pam’s feet, to free her slacks, and tossed them over the chair with the rest of her clothes. He stood back, and admired Pam’s luscious body, hard nippled breasts that trembled slightly, soft tummy, and a full, thick tangle of pubic hair. Ben pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. He pushed Pam back, then set her gently on the bed. Laying her down, he positioned Pam across the bed, and started to slide his head and shoulders between Pam’s legs. She resisted at first, then relaxed, and let her thighs part. As they did, Ben was rewarded with a view of Pam’s pussy, opening like the petals of a pink flower. As her petals opened, the sweet aroma of a woman’s pussy filled Ben’s nostrils, and he slid his torso fully between Pam’s parted legs, wrapping his hands around her upper thighs to hold himself in position. He took one more deep breath of her sweet scent, before lowering his face, and taking the first taste.

Pam jumped a bit at the first touch of Ben’s tongue, then as he gently caressed her bud, she sighed, and relaxed completely. Ben very slowly licked Pam’s succulent pussy, gradually working her from calm to very aroused. As Pam’s level of arousal grew, her pussy began to drip her sweet juices, and Ben eagerly licked up each succulent drop. All too soon, Pam arched up, moaned, and began to orgasm; as she did, she rocked her hips up slightly, and clamped her thighs tightly on Ben’s head, holding her pussy in direct contact with Ben’s mouth. As the powerful contractions coursed through her body, her pussy pulsed, driving large gouts of her juices into Ben’s mouth. Ben strived to suck on Pam’s pussy in time with her contractions, trying to extract every drop of her succulent juices.

As the waves of Pam’s first orgasm subsided, she held her hips up, keeping her love bud away from Ben’s questing tongue. After about a minute, she let her hips rock down a bit, inviting Ben to apply more stimulation. The first few flicks made Pam jump, as if bolts of lightning were shooting through her body, then she let her thighs relax again, allowing Ben to continue applying his magic tongue to her throbbing clit. Gradually, her excitement mounted again, until she rocked her hips up, pressing Ben’s face to her pulsing pussy, squeezing fresh waves of sweet juices into his eager mouth. Over and over, Ben licked Pam’s hard bud, and Pam released her pent up desires in a flood of succulent juices. They both lost count after a half dozen orgasms. Finally, after a particularly large orgasm, Pam put her hand on Ben’s head, and pushed him gently away.

“Please, no more, I can’t take anymore.” begged Pam.

Ben eased himself out from between Pam’s legs, picked up the covers, and covered Pam over, up to her chin. He gently smoothed the blankets around Pam, and watched her drift gently off to sleep. Ben put his shirt back on, buttoned it up, turned off the light and closed the door. For his entire ride home, Ben could taste the lingering flavor of Pam’s sweet pussy. He would be delighted to pleasure her again, anytime.

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“Are you sure I’m not going to fall off the back?”

Jerry had convinced Jenna to go out for a ride on his motorcycle. She’d thought about it for years, but had never tried riding. Being out there on the bike, with nothing more to protect her than her jeans, Jerry’s spare jacket, and his spare helmet was rather intimidating.

“You’ll be fine. I’ve been riding these for almost forty years and haven’t had an accident since I was fifteen. If you want, you can hold onto the bar behind you.” Jerry replied.

“No, I’d much rather clutch on to you. If I’m holding you so tight that you can’t breathe, you’ll have to slow down,” Jenna said.

Jerry simply chuckled and helped Jenna get on the bike behind him with a big grin on his face. His wife had refused to ride with him for years, saying it was too scary being on the road with him. He had forgotten how good it felt to have a cute girl wrap her legs and arms around him from behind. He liked how the raised back seat made up for their six inch height difference, so that they were head to head as they set out.

Jenna was clutching on to Jerry as they went down his driveway and on to the streets. The familiar roads of his neighborhood seemed completely new. The cars driving by felt too close – she could feel the drafts as cars passed. Jenna felt her heart racing as she pushed her body hard against Jerry’s. She kept instinctively trying to snuggle against his head, but instead would bump helmets, shaking her up a bit. At first, Jerry took it easy, keeping the bike just above the flow of traffic and only doing a little lane sharing. He placed his gloved hand over Jenna’s clutched ones from time to time to try and comfort her a bit.

Jenna melted each time her lover’s hand covered hers. There was something just so warm and sweet about the gesture. She slowly relaxed, holding on to Jerry a bit less tightly and snuggling against him in a more comfortable position. She began to concentrate on the ride and realized that she loved the feeling. The wind brushing past her body, the feeling of Jerry’s strong back against her chest, his warm thighs pushed against the bike by hers… “I could do this more often,” she thought to herself.

Gradually they left the city behind and started climbing into the canyons. The roads began to twist and Jerry signaled that Jenna should follow his lead on the curves, leaning from side to side into them. Jenna felt the flow of the curves naturally and enjoyed feeling the swaying weight of Jerry and the bike between her legs. The vibrations of the bike, strong against her pelvis, were beginning to get to her. She felt sweat trickling down her back, but also a rising wetness between her legs.

After about half an hour, Jerry and Jenna had left the world behind. They were deep in the canyons. Jerry turned onto a smaller road that hadn’t been paved in awhile. He would slow down for the larger potholes, which caused them to bounce hard against the steel frame of the motorcycle. The smaller ones he would just bursa eskort bayan speed over, creating a gentle bump that ground Jenna’s pelvis into both Jerry and the bike. Jenna couldn’t believe what a turn-on this was! Jerry eventually pulled over in what appeared to be a small turnout and got off the bike.

“I thought you could use a break, given that this is your first time,” he said, with a small glint in his eye. He pulled a couple water bottles from the pack on top of gas tank and handed one to her.

“I have to admit, my legs are a little sore and it’s hot in that gear!” Jenna said, gratefully taking the water bottle and drinking deeply. She felt a bit like a sailor as she climbed off the bike. Her legs were slightly bowed and her inner thighs trembling. However, the pain was pushed aside by her rising need to kiss Jerry. She fumbled, trying to figure out how to get off the helmet and extricate herself from the bulky jacket.

Jerry saw her predicament and quickly came to her aid, his hands along her neck and chest as he helped her out of his borrowed gear. Jerry had already taken off his own helmet and gloves and fastened them to the bike. Once freed, Jenna helped him unzip his jacket, trailing her fingernails down his chest and the sweaty, hot tank top he wore. Jerry placed both jackets under his arm. Jenna looked up at Jerry and kissed him, deeply.

When their tantalizing kiss ended, Jerry looked at her, a bit surprised. “I thought you were sore?”

“My thighs are a little sore, but come on; I’ve spent the past half hour with a hot guy and giant vibrating metal machine between my legs.” Jenna replied, a sultry smile on her lips.

“I’m glad you feel that way, actually. Riding gets me turned on, too. I’ve got an idea,” he said, gently grabbing her arm and pulling her into what looked like scrub brush.

“Jerry, I don’t want to get all scratched up, where are we going?” Jenna complained, starting to twist her arm away.

“Baby, we’re not going through the bushes,” Jerry replied, letting go of Jenna’s arm and placing his hand on the small of her back instead, “we’re going over there.”

Jenna looked and just to the left of the bushes was a small path, possibly a game trail. She let him lead her into the woods and down into what appeared to be a small crevice in the canyon. After less than five minutes, it opened up into a clearing that seemed out of a fairy tale. It was cooler here, shaded by the canyon walls and a couple small trees, and covered in thick grass.

Jenna turned to Jerry, her mouth agape. “How on earth did you find this place?”

“Amazing, huh? I used to go riding and hiking a lot with my first wife. She hates me too much to ever come here, so I think of it as my private spot.” Jerry smiled at her, laying their jackets down over a relatively flat part of the clearing.

“Do you ever take Jackie here?” Jenna asked, wondering if she was intruding on the private trysting place of Jerry and his current wife.

“Nope, never. I’ve come here from time to time by myself to have a quiet place to think, and occasionally to fantasize,” Jerry said as he cocked an eyebrow at her, “but bursa merkez escort you’re the first woman I’ve taken here in, oh, it must be thirty years. Now come here.” And with that, Jerry took Jenna firmly into his arms and kissed her, pressing her against his chest while savoring the clean taste of the water in her mouth, before strongly licking and nibbling along her neck, removing the traces of sweat from their journey.

Jerry pulled Jenna down onto the jackets and continued kissing her. Their hands roamed along each other, quickly removing clothing until they lay naked and sweaty in the dappled shade. Her lust brought on from the bike’s vibrations was starting to overwhelm her ability to think clearly. She needed to cum, and soon.

“Jenna, can I go down on you? I want to taste every inch of you.” Jerry said, looking down at her.

“I’m kinda sweaty…” Jenna replied, thinking it might be a turnoff. Her husband, Matt, hated the taste of pussy so passionately that, even though she knew Jerry had tasted her before, she still wasn’t convinced he could actually enjoy it.

“Perfect.” Jerry replied, as if he hadn’t heard her, and dipped his head between her legs. Jenna felt his mustache and goatee briefly brush up against her thighs, then, suddenly, felt the soft bristles push against her clit. She squirmed at the new sensation.

“You okay?” Jerry looked up, his facial hair already glistening with her juices.

“Oh, yeah. I just wasn’t expecting that feeling. Matt’s clean shaven and,” Jenna paused, realizing she needed to stop talking so Jerry would continue, “it feels amazing. Beyond amazing. Brush up against me again?”

Jerry smiled. He let his facial hair brush against her clit, more gently this time, before slowly licking her pussy from bottom to top. He licked every inch, savoring the sweet taste of her. He moved along her labia, taking time to relish every inch. When he reached her clit, he circled it with his tongue. Jenna shuddered slightly, enjoying the sensations. Jerry licked and pushed with his tongue for a moment, teasing her, before opening his mouth and sucking her clitoris between his lips. At the same time, he inserted two fingers into her waiting pussy.

Jenna moaned. Her cry echoed off the canyon walls and back to them, turning both of them on even more. She continued to moan as Jerry sucked hard on her clit. At the same time, he thrust his fingers deeply in and out of her, curving and turning them as he went. When he felt she was ready, he added a third finger, increasing her pleasure. He pushed against her cervix with each thrust, making her moan loudly. With his other hand, he grabbed on to her ass and began tracing circles around her tight little anus.

Jenna couldn’t take it any longer. She began to cum, moaning loudly, enjoying the sounds of her moans projected back to her. Her juices flowed freely, rushing over his fingers and along her asshole. Jerry continued his ministrations until she finally pushed him off, needing space to breath before she passed out from the pleasure.

After a few moments, Jerry rolled back towards Jenna and laid his head bursa sınırsız escort bayan against her belly. “You like being in my private place?” he quietly asked as he lazily traced circles along her breasts.

“I wish we could live here. I could fuck you here all day.” Jenna replied, moving her hands to rub through Jerry’s hair.

“Unfortunately, at some point, we have to go back before Jackie wonders why our motorcycle ride is taking so long.” Jerry replied. He moved from tracing circles on her breasts to squeezing them, then pulling on her nipples.

Jenna tugged on Jerry’s hair so that he lifted his head and moved up her body. He took advantage of the time to lick along her belly and between her breasts. When he reached her face, she kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. Jerry pushed on her hip, convincing her to turn over. She happily did so, getting on all fours on the grass, her curvy ass high in the air.

Jerry grabbed on to her hips and thrust himself into her. She ground against him, wanting his dick as deep into her as possible. Her pussy was sensitive after being fingered and each nerve sparked in pleasure. Her nipples kept brushing along the grass, stimulating her even more. It only took a few of Jerry’s thrusts before she began to cum again, moaning his name.

Jerry slowed a bit as Jenna’s pussy clenched around his penis, enjoying the tight, wet feel. He leaned forward, grabbed on to her large nipples, and began pulling on them. She instantly came again. He moved to her ass, kneading and pressing against it as he pounded into her. He couldn’t hold out much longer and began to press into her with full, deep strokes.

“Jenna, oh Jenna, baby, I need this,” Jerry moaned as he arched into her. His deep thrusts were moving faster and faster. Jenna ground herself into him, hard, pressing back as he pressed forward. They moved in unison, her breasts now pushed hard against the grass, not caring how loud they were in their sunlit clearing.

Finally, with a loud cry, Jerry came into Jenna. His penis pulsed over and over, unleashing his need for this beautiful girl. At last, his orgasm coming to an end, Jerry collapsed on top of Jenna and then pulled her onto her side so he could spoon against her as his penis slowly shrank.

Jerry and Jenna rolled on to their backs, letting the warm sun dry them. They held hands, taking time to catch their breath before getting up and getting back in their gear.

Jenna could feel the throbbing in her thighs now as she walked back to the bike. “Jerry, is there a quicker way home? I’m really feeling it now.”

“Of course,” Jerry replied, not telling her that there was always a faster way on the motorcycle. Once off the little road, Jerry gunned the accelerator. They made quick work of the canyons.

Once on the freeway, he brought the bike up over 100 mph for a bit before slowing again. He made it a bit a game. He’d speed up until he could feel Jenna tense behind him and squeeze tightly against his chest. He’d then slow until she relaxed. Over and over, tensing and relaxing, until they made it to the off ramp for his house.

“That wasn’t what I meant by a faster route!” Jenna shouted as they waited for the signal to change.

“Yeah, but you liked it!” Jerry countered back. He was right. She had liked it. The changing speed caused her to flex and stretch her muscles, making them ache less. She drove home completely satisfied and aching for their next encounter.

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Day 3 Continued

I made my way back to the “Play Room”. I was way too spent to join back in the fun, but I wanted to find Sara. I was just reaching for the door handle when it swung open and there was girlfriend; sweaty and disheveled and a trickle of cum was leaking from her pussy and down her leg. She smiled when we came face to face.

“I need a shower.” She announced.

“I just had one.”

“Well maybe you could do me a favor?”

“Sure. What do you need?”

“Well, that massage you had earlier sounds great. Do you think you could see if they have any masseuses free for me?”

I grinned at the suggestion.

“Only if I can stay and watch.”

Sara returned the grin. She knew I loved to watch, especially when she was with other women. There were many nights where the two of us invite over a female guest and I would just sit back and stroke my cock while I watched the two lovely ladies pleasure one another. Sara turned to have her shower and I headed for the “Body Works” section to arrange the massage.

As I walked through the door I came face to face with Suzy, the spa employee who had given me such a great time only an hour earlier. She was with the slim redheaded girl who had also taken part in my massage. The greeted me with bright smiles.

“Good timing.” I declared. “I was hoping to run into you. Sara is taking a shower now but when she’s done we were hoping she could get a massage like the one I had.”

A disappointed look came over her and she shook her head.

“I’m sorry, Gary. I have an appointment.” I tried not to look too sad myself. I would have liked watching Sara and Suzy licking and sucking each other. The redhead, Val was her name, piped up.

“I have a few minutes before my next appointment. I can see if there are some free girls.”

“I’d appreciate that.” Val and Suzy left the room and I stole a peek at their pretty asses as they left.

For the next couple minutes I waited until the door opened and Val returned with two women in tow. The first one I thought for a moment was Kate, the other masseuse that had massaged me with Suzy and Val. She had Kate’s lush curves and heavy breasts with the pierced nipples and the long brown hair, but unlike Kate this woman had a neatly manicured but still thick bush. The two women could have been sisters. That was a thought. What it would be like for two sexy sisters to work in this place. The mere thought of the possibility made my dick twitch.

The second was a light skinned black woman with almond shaped green-gold eyes overtopped by sultry curving eyebrows and she had a swimmer’s physique; lean and toned. She was shaved bare save for a thin black strip pointing down to her clit and her head hair was thick and voluminous. I’m sure many a man (and woman) had buried their faces in those dark curls.

“Gary, this is Lily,” she said, motioning to the pierced brunette, “and Natasha.” motioning to the light brown beauty.

“I almost wish I could forget that I’m getting this massage for my girlfriend Sara and not me. The four of us laughed.

“Well,” Val announced, “I have to get to my next appointment. Enjoy.”

Just as she left Sara arrived through the opposite door, her skin still glowing from the heat of the shower.

“Perfect timing.” I said. “Sara this is Lily and Natasha.” The two sexy nude masseuses strode forward and gave Sara a good look at their sumptuous bodies.

“Shall we head for the massage room?” asked Natasha after the pleasantries escort bayan bursa were out of the way.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Natasha and Lily each took one of Sara’s hands and I followed close on their heels as they led her to a massage room identical to the one I had been in just a while ago.

“Is it alright if Gary watches?”

“Absolutely.” Lily said.

Sara took her place, face down on the massage table while I sat back in a chair in the corner. I had a perfect view of all of the action.

The two masseuses began by taking opposite ends. Lily stood by Sara’s head and Natasha by her feet and together they slowly worked their way to the middle. They took their time, spending several minutes on each body part, their hands slick with warm fragrant massage oil. Lily worked each muscle in her neck and shoulders while Natasha spent almost five minutes on each foot. Then it was upper back and calves, then ribs and thighs, then lower back and buttocks. Sara was so quiet I almost thought she was asleep.

Then they asked her to roll over onto her back. When she was comfortable they began again, working from the center outward. Stomach and hips, breasts and thighs, arms and calves, shoulders and feet. By the time they finished their circuit Sara was purring like a kitten. Natasha then gently pushed Sara’s knees apart and at once the soothing massage turned to an erotic one.

Natasha slipped an oiled finger into Sara’s warm vagina and lowered her face to within an inch of her wet slit. Natasha’s pink tongue slid like a snake from between her lips and began tracing light circles around Sara’s clit, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure. Her finger made a slow in and out motion in time with her licking. Meanwhile Lily had pressed one of her full breasts to Sara’s lips and my girlfriend was contentedly nursing the large pink nipple while Lily’s hand kneaded Sara’s soft breast flesh.

By now my cock was at full mast and I couldn’t resist stroking it any longer. I looked to a small table to my left and saw several candles and small bottles of massage oils sitting atop it. I took one and poured a bit into my hand. When I put it back Lily and I locked eyes and she gave me a sly wink. I began stroking myself to the show going on in front of me.

Natasha’s licking and fingering grew quicker and Sara began to squirm at her orgasm drew nearer, but before she went past the point of no return, both masseuses pulled back and Lily asked Sara to roll over onto her stomach again. Ash she did, Natasha pulled a triangular pillow from under the table and put it under Sara’s hips so that her ass stuck up into the air.

Four pairs of delicate, oily hands began working Sara’s most sensitive places. Natasha used two fingers of one hand to thrust in and out of Sara’s pussy while she stroked her clit with the other. Lily pulled apart Sara’s ass cheeks and began tracing smooth circles around her crinkled anus with a fingertip. Occasionally one or the other would apply a little more oil until every inch of her was slick with it.

The circles Lily drew around Sara’s asshole grew smaller and smaller until her fingertip was pressed right up against her puckered orifice. Slow, deliberate pressure combined with the lubricating massage oil caused the sphincter muscle to give way easily and Lily’s finger ever so slowly made its way into Sara’s waiting rectum. The new penetration drew another throaty groan from Sara.

The two masseuses synchronized their bursa sinirsiz eskort thrusts into Sara’s writhing body. Anus and pussy alike were glowing with pleasurable friction as fingers stimulated every sweet, sensitive nerve. As they went they twisted their fingers every which way so that not one inch of her delicate insides were missed. After a few minutes of this they removed their fingers as one and then replaced them with two, stretching her asshole and vagina even further. The two were soon replaced by three and with each additional finger her pleasure heightened.

When both women slid a fourth finger into Sara’s ass and pussy at the same time a low moan escaped from deep within her. Whether it was a moan of pleasure or pain I could not tell, but I imagined it was some of both. The activities from the night before with Jessie taught me that the pain of being stretched beyond your limits was just the price you paid for new levels of pleasure. Sara was paying that price now.

“How many do you have in?” Sara asked between her moans.

“Four.” Natasha replied. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you ever been fisted before?” Lily asked.

That sent a jolt through me. The thought of these two gorgeous women sliding their whole, oiled up hands into Sara almost made me cum right there. Sara had some impressively large sex toys. I had watched her slide all kinds of dildos and vibrators in her holes, but the hands of the two masseuses were more than a little larger than any of them.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Do you want to try?”

Sara hesitated a moment and then answered in a whisper.

“Yeah.”

Lily and Natasha smiled at one another and leaned into each other for a long, luscious French kiss. Their tongues danced together while their fingers stretched Sara’s abused holes wider and wider. Soon their hands were in all the way past the knuckles and only their thumbs remained. After a few more minutes of plunging their hands in and out, Lily and Natasha gave each other a look and nodded. They pulled their fingers all the way out and for a second I could see her holes gaping open. Before the stretched muscles could begin to contract they added their thumbs and began to push.

The first knuckles disappeared inside Sara, then the second. As the third came closer both women slowed down. Sara’s moans grew louder and higher. The ratio of pleasure to pain was beginning to tip and the masseuses knew their business. It was all about patience now. If they went slow and steady and didn’t rush, Sara’s tight holes would open enough for their whole hands to slip inside.

Several minutes rolled by as Natasha and Lily listened to Sara’s body, her moans, knowing when to push further and when to stop. Sara sucked in a breath as Natasha’s last knuckle on her thumb slipped inside the sleeve of tight muscle. That was the widest part of her hand and the rest began slipping in more easily until she was in Sara’s pussy up to her wrist.

“Holy shit.” Sara panted. Sweat had beaded over her skin and was rolling off the slick oil that had covered every inch of her. Lily smiled and giggled. About two minutes later Lily’s own hand began to slip past the ring of flesh that marked the doorway into her rectum. Sara let out one last long moan as the second hand slipped inside. She had never had one hand inside her before and now she had two.

Natasha bent down to lick Sara’s clit and the masseuses began fucking their hands escort bayan in and out of her a couple inches at a time. The sight of it was all I could take. Pleasure washed over me and hot cum squirted out of me, coating my hand and stomach. When it was over I took a towel from the table next to me and cleaned myself up.

When I looked back to the three women in the middle of the room I could see that their sucking and fucking had picked up speed. Lily and Natasha’s hands were pumping more quickly now and Natasha’s tongue had Sara dripping with pussy juice. The sounds erupting from Sara’s throat were half moan and half scream. I knew it wouldn’t be long before she was cumming.

Less than a minute later her whole body began shuddering and her breaths came in ragged gasps as Sara was gripped by an earth shaking orgasm. I knew my girl’s body. Her orgasms came in a lot of different forms. Sometimes they would be like little lightning bolts that struck her again and again coming and going suddenly. Other times they were like waves that swelled slowly and receded languidly. This was the rarest of climaxes for her. This was the kind of orgasm that made her forget all time and space and turned the whole world into one continuous sensation of pleasure so intense it left her as weak as a kitten when it was all over.

Sara’s face went a color so red it was almost purple and her eyes shut tight. Her jaw locked tight and her breaths came in ragged gasps as her body began to shudder and convulse. Her toes flexed and straightened as a wheezing noise began to rise up, becoming louder and deeper until it was a full throated cry of ecstasy. For the next thirty or forty seconds I watched as she writhed in sexual delight, a pleasure so intense it was all she could do not to pass out. A chill ran up my spine just watching her like that.

Natasha and Lily held her there, on the point of perfect orgasmic bliss for as long as she could take it before Sara finally collapsed, limp and panting. Once more the beautiful masseuses smiled and kissed one another before easing their hands out of Sara’s well worked holes. For several seconds the loosened muscles and stretched flesh of her anus and vagina let her orifices hang obscenely open. Then slowly the muscles began to contract and her ass and pussy closed.

Lily slid a hand under Sara’s stomach and delicately lifted her up while Natasha slid the triangular pillow out from under her hips. Then they both turned her over on her back and let their hands glide slowly over her sweaty, oily skin.

“How do you feel?” asked Natasha.

“That was incredible.” Sara declared in a breathless whisper. “I don’t think I’ll be able to move for a while.” Lily smiled.

“That’s ok. Take a few minutes.”

“We’ll just leave you two alone. Is that alright?” Natasha asked. Sara nodded.

“Thank you.” Sara said, her breathing beginning to slow.

“No,” said Natasha.

“Thank you.” Lily finished.

Each masseuse planted a small sweet kiss on my lover’s lips before turning to the door, stopping only to give me a smile and a wink before leaving Sara and I alone.

After a few minutes she was finally able to stand on shaky legs. Together we made our way to the shower room, taking it slow. As I washed myself and then Sara, who was still too weak and sore to do anything but stand under the warm spray, I watched an Asian woman having her pussy eaten by a bald, tattooed guy with a weightlifter’s build while her ass was being eaten by a blonde hottie with massive double D’s.

Once we were clean I suggested that the two of us head back to our room for a nap. Even though she was clearly more worn out than I was I still could have used some rest after all that fucking. Hand in hand we left the spa and walked out into the mid afternoon sun.

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This story is a work of fiction based on true events.

I don’t know how it started. I was just chatting for a while, then we were fucking. I mean, how did it get to this? It was all a blur, yet it was good, but how did it happen? All I wanted to do was chat, not get my ass fucked. But…

Maybe I should start at the beginning.

I was bored that night and decided to chat online for a while. I had just joined this gay chat site without really thinking much of it. I was still exploring my sexuality, and I thought chatting with other gays would help. The chatroom was quiet, as usual, so I checked out the profiles of the people in the room.

Then a private chat window opened. Curious, I said “hi.” The person said “hi” back. We chatted for a while, then he asked me point-blank: “Wanna hook up?” And something in me said: “Yes!” We exchanged stats: I’m 6-feet tall, slim and hadn’t had sex in a few years. He was about 6-and-a-half-feet tall, athletic build and knew how to have a good time. In a while, I told him how to get to my place and he said he’d be there in half an hour.

Those were the most nervous 30 minutes of my life. I still wasn’t sure why I had agreed to hook up. I was feeling a bit horny, but I didn’t think I wanted sex. Anyway, the date had been set and all I had to do was make up my room.

He arrived promptly and I ushered him in. He was pretty much how he had described himself, except that he was a bit on the pudgy side. That was fine with me. We made small talk about the weather, then he asked me, “So what do you want to do?”

“I don’t really know,” I said. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this.”

With that, he hugged me and started kissing me on the lips. I went along with it and opened my mouth to let his hungry tongue in. Our hands roamed all over each other’s bodies, from our backs to our butts. Pretty soon, we had undressed each other. He pulled me closer, grinding our bodies together. I felt his erect dick press against me, as did mine against him. We kissed and necked for a while, then broke off and admired each other.

We sat down on the bed in such a position escort bursa that his dick was right in my face. Without a word, I bent down and sucked the head. He moaned and I acknowledged by taking his whole dick into my mouth. It filled me completely, making me suck on it more. But my dick needed some action too, so I moved my bum closer to him. He knew what to do too. 10 minutes after he had arrived, we were sucking on each other.

Then he pulled me up onto his face. I wasn’t sure what to expect next. Suddenly, I felt his whole face against my butt, then something wet attacking my ass. He was rimming me! And it was the greatest feeling! He licked and sucked me so tightly, I thought there was a vacuum pump down there. I moaned loudly and he just licked me further.

Then he stopped as suddenly as he had started. “I wanna fuck you,” he said simply.

“How do you want it?” I asked.

“Stand against the bed and bend over.”

That was a position I’d never done before but I was game for it. I got into position while he lubed himself up and slipped a condom on. (We had both insisted over chat about safe sex.) I felt a cold glop on my ass, which was the lube, then something pressing against me. I didn’t need to be a psychic to know that it was his dick.

But it hurt. Like I said, it’d been a few years since I last had sex, so I wasn’t really ready. I groaned in pain as sharp pangs swept from my ass to the bottom of my spine. “Wait, wait,” I moaned. He got the idea and just rested there. After a while, he pushed in again, spreading my ass wider. The pain was still there, but I wanted his dick more. I gritted my teeth and felt him slowly enter me.

Soon he was in me, but the pain was still there and my legs were almost buckling. “This isn’t good for me,” I said. “I think you’re too tall for me.”

“That’s fine,” he said in an understanding manner. “Why don’t you lie down?”

I did and turned my head around to see what he had in mind. He spread my legs apart, then bent over me with his dick aimed at my ass. Once again, he entered me, but the pain was less now. That was good for me, bursa merkez eskort I didn’t want the whole experience to be just one great pain episode. Soon, he was moving in and out of me slowly, letting me get used to his dick. I moaned with each thrust, enjoying the sensation.

“I’m gonna fuck you for a long time,” he said into my ear. I muttered something, focusing only on his dick working my ass. By this time, my ass was used to his huge dick and the pain was mostly gone.

He continued fucking me for a while, then he pushed my legs together. “I like your tight ass,” he said. “I like fucking your tight, tight ass.”

“I’m glad you like it,” I said, feeling even more of his dick in me. I moaned and groaned under him and he fucked me even more.

Then I felt something strange. “I feel like I gotta shit,” I said.

He chuckled. “That’ll happen.” And he moved even harder.

“No, really, I feel like if I don’t get to a toilet, I’m gonna poop on my bed.”

“What’s your favorite position?”

“Lying on my back with my legs in the air.”

“Let’s do it.”

He pulled out and I turned around. He was smiling gleefully at me. “I can’t get enough of your tight ass.”

I smiled and raised my legs. He placed them on top of his shoulders, then moved his dick back into my waiting ass. I groaned as he entered me. It wasn’t painful now, instead, it felt like he was filling not just my ass but my whole abdomen. My hands moved all over his chest as he fucked me. His hands grasped my legs and plunged harder into me.

“How long are you gonna fuck me?” I asked.

“A long, long time.”

“You’re gonna fuck me raw.”

“That’s the idea.” And to emphasize his point, he fucked me harder.

I groaned louder, but it was softer than the sound of the bed banging against the wall. I was glad no one else was at home, otherwise it would’ve been weird. He continued pounding my ass, relishing in it all.

“You like being dominated, don’t you?” he said.

“I like to be told what to do,” I said in between groans. “Just nothing too rough.”

He bursa sınırsız escort fucked me a while, then asked, “Have you ever been fucked on your side?”

“No.”

“Wanna try it?”

“Sure!”

Once again, he pulled out, though with a pop this time, and let me roll to my side. I raised my leg, giving him full access to my ass. He entered me quickly and proceeded fucking me again. “Oh, your tight ass is soooo good,” he moaned into my ear.

“And your dick is feels really good in me,” I replied.

Then he pushed my legs together, making my tight ass even tighter for him. His movements increased pace and strength. My ass was really getting pounded by him, but the thing was, I really enjoyed it, so I just let him continue doing it. Besides, the pain was gone already, all I felt was his dick moving in my ass.

I don’t know how much time passed before he said, “I need you flat on your front again.” I complied readily, and this time I knew better, so I kept my legs closed together. He entered me, moving side to side, then in and out. There was a slight sharp pain again, something about the position, but I groaned through it.

Then he moved faster and faster. I knew what that meant. “Are you cumming?” I asked.

He didn’t reply. He just continued fucking me, pushing harder and further into me. Then he rammed me hard once, twice, three times. I knew what that meant too. He had just cummed. I didn’t feel his cum enter me because of the condom, but I felt his dick fill me even more.

Then he slowed down and rested on me. He moved his dick slowly in me, like he was massaging me. It felt really good to have that soft, slow feeling.

“Hmm, that was really nice,” I said.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said. “I know I loved your tight ass.”

He continued massaging my ass for a while, then slowly pulled out. I rolled around to see him get up.

“Well, that was really fun,” he said, “but I gotta go.”

“I know.”

He cleaned himself in the adjoining bathroom, then got dressed. I got up and walked him to the front door.

“If you ever need your ass fucked again,” he said.

We kissed, then he went out.

I walked back to my room, my limp dick hanging between my legs. I just realized that I didn’t have a chance to cum. That was fine, I guess, since my ass felt really good.

Then I saw a card on my bedside desk. It was his namecard. I smiled.

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