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The Real Loser

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[©2010 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS OVER THE AGE OF 18; NO EVENTS DESCRIBED ARE TRUE; THIS STORY HAS A ‘HARDER EDGE’ THAN MOST; BE WARNED: HERE BE DRAGONS; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE]

[High school enemies meet at times, with one heckling the other, a bookworm, as a ‘loser’ who had to drive a loser’s ‘mommy-mobile’ mini-van. The ‘loser’ studies overtime, eventually gets great job, the girl of both of their dreams, and a huge family. Bully who tormented them in high school eventually concedes defeat in the ultimate way.]

*

Paul and Butch went to the same high school, but had two different experiences. Paul was one of those ‘bookworms’ who actually applied themselves, studied, and got grades above ‘C’. Butch had a blast in high school, hanging out with the hip music and home computer game crowd. He had it all over Paul when it came to flying fighter aircraft, chutes and ladders, gorilla’s on trellises, and some guy named Mario. Although he seemed to be happy, he did have that sense that Paul and he were headed down two separate roads. He had that eerie feeling that slackers get that someone might end up better off than him. As a result, Butch got increasingly bold in his practical jokes; when Paul did not respond like he wanted, he got even nastier. Paul put up quietly with three deflated tires (done in the dark while he was in the lab after hours) and a few scuffs on his car. Paul even had his bike stolen, but couldn’t prove who did it. Somehow, he knew that at the end of the day, it would be him that succeeded and not his relentless tormentor.

Five years later:

Butch was at his 2nd job, as clerk at the nearby convenience store, when he spotted Paul in the slightly worn eight year old mini-van that he inherited, along with the home, from his last living parent, his mom.

Butch: “Wow, I haven’t seen you in a long while, dude. What a loser…you drive a mini-van? God, you’re a bigger loser than when you were in high school, working at night for that lab experiment on the day that I set a record on Donkey Kong to the cheers of half the high school. Sorry you have to drive that mommy-mobile…wimp.”

Paul gave him a wan smile without commenting and went out to his ‘loser mobile.’ True, he wasn’t real proud of the van. It wasn’t because it was a mini-van but because he had a BMW he normally drove. It was in the shop and he had to drive his wife’s wheels.

After leaving high school, the ‘loser’ had jobs with giant companies like GE and Siemens where dedicated studious types were appreciated. This ‘mini-van loser’ had patented one of the things he had developed in high school, which earned him almost $250,000. That same ‘loser’ married Wendy, a girl that was dated by both Paul and Butch in high school. She had to choose: a dude who lived in his mom’s basement playing computer games, when he wasn’t working at 7-11. Her other choice, a ‘loser’ driving a mini-van, his real mom’s mommy-mobile, who also happened to have real money in the bank and a real job. Tough decision: she chose ‘the loser’.

Now it was five years since high school graduation, and one year since Paul graduated magna cum laude from UC-Berkeley with a BS in chemistry. That ‘loser’ was still driving the mommy-mobile, if only when his BMW 535 was in the shop (which was all too often.)

To emphasize the extent to which the mini-van driving high school bookworm was a ‘loser’, we have to see one day in detail. We will see how our hero, Butch, the slacker, was free of responsibility and driving any ‘loser mobiles’.

June 17th, 6am:

Butch: [He sprung out of bed. He had to be in convenience store uniform and ready to work during his 7am to 5pm shift. His breakfast was fast and easy, a nice bowl of Cocoa Pebbles, in milk that was a little bit old. It was a good day, as he was out the door set to be on time for once and not get written up for being late. It was unbelievable bad luck that he should be caught behind a three car pile-up and end up being twenty minutes late for work. His fellow workers joked that he was the only clerk that was not in management after working there five years.]

Paul, the ‘loser’: [The alarm woke him and his wife Wendy up. Wendy still had her high school figure, five foot five, a lovely brunette with an hourglass figure, about 36-23-36. He could have married her for her fantastic shapely legs by themselves, ignoring the fact that she had to wear big-cupped 36D bras that barely fit.

This morning was like most others for ‘the loser’. He awoke with morning wood, and his loving wife braced herself, ready to be just a ‘receptacle’ out of love and devotion. Sure enough, that ‘loser’ Paul was hard as a rock from sleep and just had to climb on board his gorgeous raven-haired high school sweetheart to vent his pent-up lust. They kissed passionately as the ‘loser’ as always dumped a heavy load inside his wife’s tight, welcoming, receptive vagina. Just this one thing made marriage well worth any hassles, as if there were so many. As his lovely wife lay on the bed, white opaque liquid ByCasino was dripping down both her thighs making two puddles which would link together into one large puddle. Once again her diaphragm had done its task. The bookish high school ‘loser’ was concerned that a family might overtax their resources, as substantial as they were.]

1pm:

Paul was called into the office, where he was lauded for his non-paid overtime work and amazing breakthrough on the efficiency of photo-voltaic (PV) power cells. Total PV panel efficiency was way up, and that would really impress Southern California Edison and the US Department of Energy. He was given a 20% raise.

Paul, the ‘loser’: “Wendy, I got that raise we were waiting for. I think that we can go ahead and start that family we’ve been planning, as soon as the calendar is right.”

Wendy: “Oh Paul that’s wonderful. We are in luck because yesterday, today and tomorrow are the best days. What should I do with my diaphragm?”

Paul, the ‘loser’: “Take that thing OUT! But don’t throw it away. I will bring it to work; I cannot wait to see what a mega-joule ruby laser will do to that thing.”

At the exact same time (what are the odds of that?), Butch was called to leave the store in the assistant manager’s more capable hands and come to the district office. Upon arriving, Butch was informed that he had been late much too often; today was the last straw. He had been receiving pay above the minimum, due to five year’s seniority. Now, he would be reduced to the minimum wage, a cut of 20%. It was either that or he could find a new job. Butch agreed to the insulting offer, mumbling something under his breath as he left.

Back at the ‘loser’ home:

Wendy surprised Paul, the ‘loser’ at the door, wearing a diaphanous baby-doll nightgown that showed off every inch of her tanned showgirl legs, her gorgeous smooth feet in high pink feathered slippers that matched the nightgown perfectly.

Paul, the ‘loser’ dropped his alligator briefcase and grabbed that high school goddess, laying a heavy kiss on her ruby lips. He picked her up and carried her to the candle-lit dinner for two she had set up. That ‘loser’ would have to put up with cracked crab, canard a’ l’oranje, and mousse au chocolat. Oh well, you take what life throws your way…

After that divine meal, Paul picked up his gorgeous brunette wife and carried her down the hall to their marital bed. The nightgown was one that could be removed with ease or even left on. He left it on. Removing his business clothes, he got between those legs, happily spread for him, and mounted his gorgeous loving spouse. The fact that this moment had been awaited for five long years made it all the sweeter.

That ‘loser’ had some assets, like a nine inch cock that his loving wife now positioned at the perfect angle. As he stared into the eyes of his spouse, sparkling in blue and slightly teary from the emotion of this night, he entered her. She had never been so warm, so welcoming. His stiff nine (actually ten this night) inch messenger got a firm caress by the deceptively strong muscles of Wendy’s snug as a glove, tight, receptive vagina. That ‘loser’ pushed his now ten inch babymaker deeper and deeper, the rough uncut head dragging, scraping the tender, tingling vaginal walls of his incredibly beautiful wife. Wendy had had her first orgasm when he plopped his heavy love unit in the slavering lips of her pussy, seeking out the clitoris and finding it. Her second big ‘O’ was now that his oversized cockhead was plowing deeper and deeper, pulling and tugging on the sensitive tissues of the vaginal walls as it plunged ever further. Finally, that ‘loser’ bottomed out. He rose slightly on his arms and kissed the beautiful Wendy. They stared in each other’s eyes, with both nodding at the same time, somehow communicating the final plan.

That ‘loser’ Paul put his hands around his gorgeous wife’s firm from jogging behind, holding her in a vise-like grip. He waited, sensitive as a seismograph for any eruptions. Sure enough, a ripple went thru Wendy’s perfect body, causing her to moan. At the exact same moment, Paul fell to kiss her red no.6 glossy lips just as his ten inch love tube went to work. The tiny opening in the head swelled to the size of a bottle cap as his balls, swollen to the size of small grapefruit, delivered jet after jet, spray after spray, a relentless torrent that seemed to never end.

In the library silence of their bedroom, as they both lay still, the squirt gun ‘zit zit zit’ of his incredibly powerful cockhead could be heard by both of them. It was not possible that Wendy could feel it, but she did, every warm splash, down to the last drop. Exhausted, the two melted together. They lay side by side, with his still hard cock still deep, holding all of his precious seed inside of her. His sperm had a welcome place, where it could be planted inside a wet, fertile garden. Four hours later, as they laid together, Wendy conceived their first child. The fetus would be male.

Butch: By Casino [He didn’t know or care what that ‘loser’ from high school was doing. Sure, this was a rough day and all, what with the 20% paycut and warning, but it wasn’t a total loss. He had achieved levels that few if any had reached with his friend Mario on his PC. Better yet, the new Playboy had come out. Laughing to himself about how his enemy Paul, the loser, missed out on dating while he worked late at night in the lab, Butch took the new foldout into the bathroom, pinning the foldout over the ‘facility’ in his mom’s guest bathroom. He had his fun, did he ever. After 20 minutes of effort, he closed his eyes and three raindrops came out, falling into the ‘facility’. Looking proudly at the three tiny islands of foam in there, he proudly flushed his seedless outpouring down the drain. Umm, what a relief. Now THAT was fulfillment.]

Another five years later:

At the Middle Eastern Gas and Convenience store, formerly 7-11, Butch was still working there. He no longer had wheels, as his mom’s Monte Carlo had a cracked block and he couldn’t afford to fix it. He DID have a swell Schwinn bike, ten speeds (six of which worked) and pretty good brakes. Today had been a tough day, with a warning from the police about under-age beer sales, and now, with a cleanup on the sidewalk from someone who didn’t enjoy his year-old hotdog.

What were the odds? As Butch was applying the green sawdust before he swept up the food critic’s comments from the sidewalk,, the loser of all losers, Paul, drove up in his same ‘loser-mobile’, his mother’s old mommy-mobile mini-van. As a matter of fact, Butch couldn’t tell in the middle of the night, but this actually was a three year old mini-van from the same company; it did look about the same, though, being the same midnight blue.

Paul rushed into the store, hoping that at 2 am, with all decent stores closed, that this dive would have some condensed milk or formulae. They didn’t of course, though their selection of beer was non pareil. As a slightly dejected Paul went back out, he spotted his old adversary Butch.

Butch: “Well, I never expected to see you again. And look at that, [he saw the mini-van in the darkness] you still drive your ‘loser mobile’. Gee, I thought that mommy would have bought you a new car by now. Well, I work two jobs; do you have even one these days? Wow, you really were a loser; I’m glad I stole your bike. The damn thing only got me $10, though. See you next time, jerk.”

Paul didn’t answer back. He was a great proponent of never ever having schadenfreude, or shameful joy over the misfortunes of others. It was NOT meanness but merely necessity that made him put the overhead light on in the van. There, Butch, holding a waste pan and mop, saw his old high school dream girl, Wendy. She looked as fine as ever, maybe better. In the back rows of the ‘loser mobile’ were two children in the back in car seats, two younger ones in the middle in infant carriers, and two of the new born twins in Wendy’s arms.

Wendy, not knowing that Butch was watching, would have to breast feed those twins since the store was out of formulae until morning. She flicked on the overhead reading light. Using her clean finger to open the first twin’s mouth, she placed the beautiful mommy nipple in and patted his head. With a smash of his tongue and pull of his lips, the lucky baby drew in a huge gusher of warm, sweet breastmilk, giving him the nourishment he needed as nature’s first protein drink proceeded to fill his little belly. The other twin, a girl, was given the other nipple and had the exact same experience. Butch saw the girl of his dreams, her perfect breasts occupied by two suckling babes. The babies were definitely not Butch’s but, incredibly, were those of that ‘loser’.

With the babies secure and now feeding, Paul (that ‘loser’) started the powerful engine of his three year old new and improved mommy-mobile, the mini-van that only a loser would drive. It had not been his intention to hurt Butch’s feelings, even if he deserved it. He had not arranged for Butch to see the huge, wonderful family that this ‘loser’ now had, nor the unbelievably erotic sight of Butch’s high school sweetheart putting that ‘loser’s’ babies to breast. Oddly, he felt sorry for Butch and wished him well.

It had been three months since they had had the twins. Just coincidentally, Wendy was extremely fertile that very night. She also was horny and baby-crazy again.

Wendy: “Sweetheart, I’m fertile again. It’s been long enough since the twins. I think we should go right back to work. I don’t mean to be cruel, but there was a war between you and Butch. You WON that war. After successful wars, there’s always a baby boom. Let’s reach my goal of ten children…what a family that would be. Then we could drive up and show Butch what we had in TWO mini-vans. THAT would get back at him for what he did in high school, dumping beer all over me from the bleachers while his slacker friends By Casino Giriş laughed plus at least a dozen other dirty tricks. He did this to amuse his buddies, and just because I stopped dating him.”

Paul: “I don’t like the idea of doing something just to be cruel, or to hurt someone’s feelings. I like being deliberate. So, let’s just hold on that new family addition idea for a while, ok sweetheart.”

They kissed warmly and took their traditional positions in sleep, tummy to tummy, Paul’s now ten inch cock normally safely stowed along her tummy, the head of it well above both of their navels. In the darkness of their room at midnight, they got a call from their high school friend. On the static-ridden cell call, their friend told them that someone they knew just passed away, old Butch. The police were not commenting, but they mentioned he was home, alone, with a 25 caliber pistol found nearby. The high school friend wondered what might have set him off like that. They talked about other things before he rang off.

All of a sudden, shameful joy or not, Paul got incredibly horny. If Wendy had plans for a giant family, then giant family it would be. He pushed Wendy over on her back and entered her fully. She moaned in pleasure as always, his big cock and her tight fertile vagina a perfect match now.

Wendy: “Not that I’m mad, but what was the phone call about that got you so excited. OH, GOD, YES!”

Paul, the ‘loser’: “Butch is gone; apparently he couldn’t take it when he saw you with all of those beautiful children filling up my ‘loser mobile’. I can’t explain it; I never wanted to celebrate someone else’s misfortune, but with him? After the abuse he gave me, and the childish practical jokes he pulled on you when you stopped dating him, he really did deserve a bad ending to his little tragic life. The fact that he is gone makes me want to make more babies with you, a lot more. Hell, let’s celebrate! Sweetheart, it’s BABY-TIME!”

Wendy: “Oh yes, please, fuck me, MAKE ME PREGNANT! Just the idea that I could help you get revenge on Butch, a REAL loser, and get back at him for what he did to both of us makes it all worthwhile. I never wanted to admit it to you, but the fact that his tiny bubbles of semen were dripping into the waste basket, or down the john, while your precious, wondrous sperm were welcomed into a receptive, warm, damp, loving place–fertile ground for your seed to grow, was revenge enough for me. Now honey, enough recreation; let’s get to PROcreation.”

Paul pushed his thick ten inch pole into the superheated dark passage on the road to Wendy’s incredibly fertile womb. His cock did not occupy it per se; that would have made filling it with his virile offering impossible. Paul’s mighty cock filled up her womb with a quart of sperm laden cum, the excess semen dripped out over the course of the night and was still leaking out after she dressed and drove that mini-van to the grocery store. She had to use paper towels to wipe her glistening tanned creamy, smooth thighs of the oozing excess spunk. She hoped that she could get thru shopping before it leaked out again. Unfortunately, after only a few minutes of shopping, she looked down at her beautiful feet in those casual tatami woven sandals. That darn clear fluid leak was back, dripping down to her perfectly pedicured ruby red toes. She remembered that she was picking up only canned goods and was headed out to the distant mall to catch a once-a-year sale, so she’d have to clean up here and now. She went to the grocery store’s bathroom and wiped herself down of the excess semen from last night one final time. That was that for that little stream at least.

She returned to the store to finish shopping and head for that super sale. With a quiet “Damn it”, Wendy realized that she had forgotten something else she was supposed to do in that bathroom. She was clear across the store, in the unlit corner of the produce section; it was just too much to walk back to the farthest part of the store to that ugly bathroom. No, she would have to ‘relieve the pressure’ right here and now.

Looking around, Wendy opened her blouse and nursing bra. Out plopped a breast worthy of Playboy, her nipple already popped and ready. She pressed on the nozzle and a powerful stream of delicious mother’s milk was propelled out with fire hose power. She washed down the avocadoes, honeydews, and peaches. After draining both of her perfect breasts of their copious load of breastmilk, half the produce section was drenched in sticky white gold. She didn’t pause to wonder why she had insisted on spraying her copious reservoir of warm, sweet milk over the entire fruit section instead of simply dumping it down the water runoff gutter in front of each display.

Unknown to Wendy, a bachelor and then an old spinster had watched her. The male shopper grabbed a peach and started eating it with almost orgasmic delight. The 50-ish woman shopper left in an apparent indignant huff. She returned five minutes later, having found a big empty produce box. She proceeded to fill the produce box with as much desperation and fervor as that man, standing by the peach bin, eating those dripping fruit. She managed to gather almost 40 pounds of fruit, sticky with mom’s milk. She was never happier buying anything.

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The Retreat

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Chapter 1

Isabelle and Alex had reconnected after a four month dry spell. Most people wouldn’t call their last four months a dry spell. Even when they were at their worst they still managed to make love 2-3 times per week. The intimate connection they shared was beyond making love. It required time and dedication that took more than the hour or so they afforded to spend making love throughout their time ill.

Although they self –identified as a BDSM couple, they wanted to experiment with so much more. They wanted to explore every aspect of there sexuality with each other. They identified as practitioners of yoga and as an extension of that, tantra.

~~*~~

On this warm Saturday, Alex was driving with Isabelle sitting in the passenger’s seat. They had taken the smaller car, not because of the fuel economy, but it allowed Alex to sit much closer to Isabelle. They were on the open road. The chose a two lane highway that meandered through towns that had general stores and mom and pop shops. The 4 lane monolith that could have gotten them to their destination faster, could be seen off in the distance.

At one of the many villages along the way, they had stopped at an ice cream parlor and Isabelle was now working on her strawberry milkshake. The milkshake itself, a beautiful piece of art made with love by the soda jerk. She had started with vanilla ice cream and added more fresh strawberries than should have fit in the cup. With vanilla, and “Ma’s” homemade preserves she blended it to produce a drink that was rich with strawberry flavor. The flavor came from real strawberries and not from chemical C568. The soda jerk even let them drink the left over from the metal cup.

As they continued their drive along this soulful road, they listened to music and chatted. Isabelle, squirmy in her seat asked: “Where are we off to Alex?” Alex ignored the question and continued to chat on banal subjects, the weather, this shop or that.

As Alex drove, he kept looking over at her and appreciating the view of his gorgeous wife. She was wearing a flowing summer dress. Her auburn hair glowed in the sun. Her bright blue eyes looking at and appreciating the sites and colors with the eye of an artist. It always amazed him how she pointed out various shades of green in a leaf or the reflections of color in a pool of water with a drop ByCasino of oil in it. Her ability to see the world through the wonder filled eyes of a child was one of the traits he loved in her.

Her play collar had various crystals on small chains that that hung and focused the view on her low cut top and ample cleavage. He had his hand in her lap. With her skirt lifted he stroked the inside of her thigh as they drove.

It was the perfect road trip day.

~~*~~

“Isabelle?”

“Yes Alex?”

“We’ve arrived, and our time here over the next three days, your play collar won’t be wearable. I brought your day collar. Let’s get it on you.”

Isabelle leaned in and Alex undid her play collar and put on her day collar. The day collar was their secret. To most people it looked like a pretty necklace. It was thicker and bolder than most necklaces. Alex would hug Isabelle, and press the knot in the necklace that sat on her chest and remind her that she belonged to him.

As Isabelle leaned in she asked, “But where are we?”

“The Silver creek retreat will be our home for the next three days.”

~~*~~

When checking in, the proprietor, Trevor, invited them to tour the grounds with him. The desk staff took their bags. They accompanied the proprietor to view the grounds. Isabelle held Alex’s hand through the tour as Trevor showed them the grounds. The tour started at the gardens, which were open twenty-four and seven for meditation. The next stop was beyond the gardens where he showed them the hot tub, a huge affair that accommodated twenty guests. The mid-day yoga class was in session. They did not see the studio. Trevor informed them that classes occurred at five AM and every 4 hours after that ending with the sunset class at nine PM. The tour ended by the water where Trevor showed them the waterfront and pointed to the path that led to the nude section.

Trevor presented them with an MP3 player and informed them it plugged in in their room where the tantra sessions were to be practiced if they wished.

As first time visitor’s Trevor recommended they lock their devices away so that the focus of the weekend be their partner. He provided a sample itinerary that they could follow if they were unsure where to start.

~~*~~

As Alex and Isabelle were led back to their room, Isabelle By Casino contemplated the grounds that they had just seen. She seemed troubled. Although they considered themselves tantrika, they had long ago decided that monogamy needed to be a core belief. Isabelle felt uncertain as to this truth when she had seen the grounds. With the other parts of their sexual lifestyle she knew that acceptance of others had to be necessary to find herself. Alex sensed her distress, and suspected he knew the cause. As Trevor left them at their door Alex took Isabelle in his arms, and said:

“We haven’t changed baby girl, it’s just you and I. Yes it is a tantric resort, but a yoga resort and a nudist resort. Any sexual activity happens here in our room, not anywhere else. Part of the package was the ability to order a tantric coach, or we can follow the meditations on the MP3 player. It is just you and I. There will never anyone else, ever.”

He said this as he hugged her and pressed the knot on her collar.

With the knot pressing into her chest and Alex’s words, she relaxed and focused. When Alex opened the door to their room, her fears disappeared.

The room itself looked like a sunken living room, with a carpeted walkway around the outer edge of the room. The sunken part was filled with pillows of all shapes and sizes. Along the walls were a TV and what appeared to be various types of exercise equipment.

Isabelle ran to the pillows and laid herself in them. “This is wonderful Alex. I love it.” Alex joined her on the pillows and they snuggled. Soon they kissed. As always when they started kissing, neither of them remembered how, but they were naked. Alex told Isabelle that he wanted to show her the shower.

The shower was a large affair; as large as a room. Built of natural rock, it reminded them of being in a cave. The shower boasted a bench in the center of the floor, and 4 giant showerheads embedded in the ceiling. You entered at one end, and walked into this grotto. A curtain covered a glass door at the far end. The curtain could be withdrawn and the door opened. Outside, the shower continued. The sun shone on you in your own little natural rock enclave with smaller showerheads every 2 feet or so. Each showerhead had a control, so that you could generate the water you wanted where you wanted.

Isabelle By Casino Giriş hugged Alex when she saw the shower; they stepped in and turned on all four internal shower heads.

As their man made warm rain fell, Isabelle looked into Alex’s eyes and kissed him with her eyes open. Whenever she kissed him like this, with her eyes open, they softened and Alex knew himself to be the only man in the world. He became hard.

Isabelle continued to kiss Alex. Their kisses grew in passion and intensity. Their tongues intertwined, they licked and kissed. Alex lay Isabelle in the center of the room on the bench. With the shower providing a warm rain that fell gently on their already wet bodies, Alex kissed Isabelle. First he kissed her on the lips, then started to move down, to her chin, then her neck. Each of her perfect nipples came under the onslaught of Alex’s tongue. Soon he kneeled between her legs, kissing her upper thighs. With the droplets of rain falling and landing on her body, he began to play with her vagina. As he moved his face close to her sex, the puffy outer lips parted to reveal her inner lips, engorged, wet and deep pink from her excitement.

Alex started to lick her. First her thighs then the outer lips, Isabelle began to quiver with excitement. The water falling reminded them of making love in the rain. Alex inserted two fingers and felt the spongy area on the front of Isabelle’s vagina swell; her G-spot. He settled into a rhythm, licking her clitoris and rubbing her G-spot. The amount of pressure that he applied to her G-spot, while still obtaining moans of pleasure surprised to him.

Within 2 minutes Isabelle’s vagina contracted around Alex’s fingers, and got wet. She had come from his oral play. When her orgasm resulted from oral sex, Isabelle was overcome with emotion, and wept. Alex held her until Isabelle came back to herself.

Alex slid Isabelle until her bottom rested at the edge of the bench. Standing at the edge of the bench, he lifted her legs and rested them on his chest. Then as he said, “Isabelle you belong to me.” He penetrated her. The rain from their shower tumbled on them, warm and gentle, as Alex thrust into Isabelle. He held her legs close to his body and looked on his beautiful wife. Although the position was awkward, he came quickly from the combination of the beauty of his wife, their position and the water that fell on them.

After they had dried off they wrapped themselves in ridiculous fluffy white robes with the retreats logo on them. They held hands as they headed out to the balcony to sit and enjoy a glass of wine.

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The Santa Fixation

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Two weekends before Christmas Terri and Al spent the evening at the home of Tina and Sam. Tina’s cousin Kendra who was in a junior in college was visiting for the weekend. After a wonderful meal of lasagna, salad, Italian bread and Chianti, the five settled into the living room. Eventually the conversation turned to the approaching holiday season.

Al commented that when he and Terri married eleven years ago they had to work at blending two distinct holiday traditions into one for themselves. Terri laughed that she is amazed how many holiday traditions carried forward into their adult life and what they want to do. Al said they both had to accommodate several of each other’s expectations and traditions.

Sam jumped in, “I know what you mean. Tina has had a different tradition that would cause my parents to shake their heads. For the last the last six years Tina has insisted that I dress as Santa and visit with her after all the kids have been in bed.” He laughed, “She has a Santa fixation.”

Tina blushed when Kendra asked, “Tina what is this fixation with Santa?”

Tina shook her head but her husband pressed them to tell her story. The others too encouraged her. As Terri and Al were good friends she told them her story.

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One Christmas Eve Tina awoke with a dry throat and the desire to satisfy it with glass of milk from the refrigerator. As she descended the carpeted stairway she heard noises from the living room. She continued to move quietly. On the bottom stairs she gazed through a mirror into the room that was lit only by the red bulbs of the Christmas tree.

A moving red figure caught her eye. Seconds later she was shocked when she looked around the corner. While aghast Tina was still transfixed and curious. She knew her father often played Santa at community and church events. There kneeling before Santa was her mother Erin. She watched her mother’s head moving back and forth repeatedly. Other than a guttural moan, Santa was speechless.

Tina had learned in health class about the mechanics of sex. Her mother had given the basics of the birds and the bees. It was her friends who talked about things never mentioned by her mother or in class. She knew enough from her friends to know she was witnessing a blowjob, an energetic one at that.

For the first time in her life Tina was gazing upon an adult penis. Good judgment said she should walk away, but ByCasino she could not look away.

Erin broke away, and gleamed up at Santa, “Santa, I love Santa’s cock. Am I naughty or nice Santa?”

As she stood Santa drew Erin into him and kissed her through his beard. Erin giggled at how his beard tickled her.

As they kissed Tina watched Santa’s his white covered hands grasp at and play with her mother’s small breasts. Erin like her two sisters and mother had tiny athletic figures. Though Erin’s breasts were small they were normally sensitive. On that night they sent stronger than normal pleasure sensations racing throughout her body. Her eyes rolled and then closed with pleasure. Tina watched with fascination her mother’s body undulate into Santa to urge him to keep pleasuring her.

One of Santa’s hands moved lower and disappeared below an upraised red skirt. Though the kiss had long ended, her mother still held Santa tenaciously around his neck. Her breathing became more rapid and shallow. It appeared to Tina that Santa was whispering something in her mother’s ear since Erin was nodding her head vigorously.

Minutes later Erin was laying on the carpet. Her blouse was wide open to expose her breasts to his glimmering eyes. Her skirt around her waist. That her mother was not wearing panties did not go unnoticed by Tina.

Santa lay beside her mother. They kissed as he took off his right glove. His hand then moved over her breasts and belly. Santa lowered his face. Tina’s eyes widened as Santa began to lick and feast upon her mother’s small breasts. Erin moaned quietly and her hand drew Santa into her breasts. Her quiet moaning intensified as one breast and then another fully disappeared into his mouth while his figures moved between her nether lips.

Tina remained transfixed as she watched a fleshly pole point downward toward her mother’s upper thighs. Santa moved over her mother. She nodded. Santa’s beard lay upon Erin’s chest as he lowered his lips to Erin’s. As they kissed his loins moved down.

Though his hard tool disappeared out of sight between Erin’s thighs, Tina knew what was happening when her mother’s hand reached down. She knew what happened when out of sight of Tina.

For many delightful minutes Tina watched Santa’s white ass move up and down as he thrust into Erin. Tina watched her mother’s legs repeatedly wrap themselves around Santa’s waist only to untangle them. By Casino She watched her mother’s body respond to the feelings being generated from within her womanhood. Erin’s cries of joy became more vocalized and increasingly high pitched. Periodically Erin’s body shook as her hips thrust rapidly up. Repeatedly she cried aloud as series of, “yes'” and “ooohhh’s.”

Even from her vantage point Tina was able to see the copious fluids covering Santa’s cock and the moisture all across Erin’s thighs. Tina knew enough to know from biology and the school lessons that her mother if she was not at the height of being receptive, she was only a day or two off.

After the second series of moaning cries Tina watched her mother aggressively roll Santa upon his back. She stood, but only momentarily. Once her blouse and skirt dropped to the floor Erin was left only in her red stockings. Tina blushed at seeing her mother’s nudity. Tina was well aware that not only was she taller than her mother but even at her age Tina’s breasts were larger as well. Only after she returned to her own room did Tina realize the significance of her mother not wearing a bra or panties.

Tina’s mouth hung open as she saw her mother move to her knees and position her womanhood above the erect and firm cock. The cock soon disappeared into her mother. It would disappear and then partially reappear before disappearing again. The only thing that was exposed on Santa was his loins. She watched him play with Erin’s breasts with his right hand. The more excited he became the more his loins thrust upward as he rocked downward, and the more he mauled her breast.

Their eagerness and earnest increased. Moments later Santa groaned a throaty “Ho, Hooo, Hooo”. Though her hips no longer were going up and down, they were undulating like she was a belly dancer. Erin nearly screamed “Ohh yeess” repeatedly. Erin nearly screamed “Ohh yeess” repeatedly. After their cries ended, Erin fell upon Santa.

Tina who had been touching herself moved quietly back up the stairway. She lay upon her bed with her hands and fingers delivering pleasure to her breasts and womanhood. With closed eyes, Tina brought herself off twice imagining that she was in her mother’s place with Santa. Most nights for the following two weeks Tina joyously brought herself release as she recalled the images.

Until she moved out of her parent’s home, Tina quietly watched her mother By Casino Giriş and Santa each Christmas Eve. For several days before and a couple weeks after Tina gave herself climaxes to the image of her being with Santa.

When Tina finished telling her story, Terri was the first to speak. “Wow. Your mother and father have such a wonderful tradition. No wonder you want Sam to dress up as Santa.” Turning to her husband she laughed with a gleam in her eye, “Honey, how about you getting a Santa outfit this year and starting a Christmas Eve tradition of our own.”

After finishing a sip of wine Sam laughed aloud, “We have not fully implanted her parent’s tradition. Go ahead, tell them the rest of it.”

Tina shook her head no but eventually with her husband’s urging quietly filled in the others on what her husband meant. “Nine months later by baby brother Ron was born. The next Christmas my mother thanked Santa for the special Christmas gift.”

She looked at her husband after she took a deep breath. He nodded. The others knew she had more to say. Tina looked at Kendra. Tina invited Kendra to visit for the week because Tina’s father Ken was not doing well health wise. She took another breath knowing that this was the time to break the news rather than tomorrow as planned.

Still looking at Kendra she continued, “The next year I noticed two things. Santa’s belt buckle was silver while my father’s belt as gold. When my mother thanked Santa for giving her the special gift I noticed that he had a burn scare on the back of his left hand just above his ring finger and pinky.”

Kendra’s mouth opened as she rose to go into the kitchen. As Kendra entered that kitchen Al said, “You are saying that Santa was not your father. Your mother seems to be the paragon of conservatism and virtue. Where was your father?”

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Less than two minutes after Kendra left, Tina entered the kitchen. She poured herself another glass of wine. She looked at Kendra, the youngest daughter of her mother’s sister. Sitting beside Kendra Tina asked, “Are you okay?”

She nodded before quietly saying, “I am now. It comes as a shock to learn Ron and I are brothers.”

“You and Ron are not siblings, just cousins.”

Kendra was puzzled. Tina sat there allowing her to think it through. She was born just a few days after Ron and she too was called “my Santa gift” by her mother. Kendra looked at Tina whose facial features were so like hers. People often commented that they could pass for sisters. The aha moment swept over Kendra. Her eyes widened. Without a word the two women stood. Kendra smiled as she stepped into her sister’s hug.

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I just can’t stop thinking about it – not HIM, just certain parts of his anatomy! I’m walking around in a constant state of arousal – my panties are so wet all the time that my thighs are chafing. I grab every opportunity to bring out my “rabbit” (the best ever vibrator which has little ears that stimulate the clit while you fuck yourself silly with the cock part of it) and have a serious go at myself. I can’t stop at just one orgasm – I give myself at least 6. I keep going until my pussy is so bruised and sore and overstimulated that I just have to stop. Then I walk around feeling my muscles spasming with every thought, so turned on that I can virtually come in my pants without even touching myself. Whenever I sit, particularly at my desk, I find myself rubbing up against my trousers (jeans are all I want to wear because they are great for this), pushing down against the seat, having little mini-orgasms right there and then. Sliding my hand down my pants to grip my aching pussy, shoving a finger in, rubbing my clit hard to relieve the ache.

My mind is constantly picturing his cock – long and thick and hard, so very very hard. I want it inside me so badly – the vibrator is a poor substitute. And the hands, the thumb… oh! I’ve had a fair amount of experience, some might even say quite a lot. But I’ve never experienced that thumb thing. It was just unbelievable, then the fingers sliding in with the cock. Jeepers, that was amazing. I want more.

But I also know there cannot be another time. He did call and ask, with a laugh, for another appointment. I had to decline, citing professional issues. He did sound disappointed, but he didn’t try again. Just as well, i don’t think I could have refused him twice. Even talking to him made me spasm and get even wetter – in fact, I must confess, that my hand did stray to my panties, rubbing myself even as I said no to him. it took me seconds to come that time, the sound of his voice in my ears, the memory sharp as if it was all happening again.

In the midst of all this, I have discovered that I’m not the only one in my circle that has been unfaithful. I was quite shocked as it all came out. It seems I live in Wisteria Lane with the Desperate Housewives lining up for a bit of cock every weekend. No long term affairs, just hot one night stands, usually with married men so there’s no risk of strings. Wow. I seriously had no idea. They’ve invited me to go out with them tonight. And I think I just might. Not with the intention of fucking a stranger, but just to get out of the house where I’m climbing the walls with frustration to a place where I can watch, and possibly learn or at the very least, just sit and fantasise in peace.

So now here I am – it’s a rather dark, somewhat dingy pub. Pretty packed. A couple of pool tables (which remind me of my physio bed and THAT encounter, making my panties moisten even more), a bar, some tables and lots of dark corners that seem to be quite well ByCasino occupied. Couples are making out all over the place. It’s not exactly like an orgy, but it’s as near as dammit! The air is thick with lust, rank with the smell of it – it’s not only a visual feast but a feast of all the senses. I had no idea such places existed. I actually feel innocent, probably for the first time in my life!

It’s not long before my friends are hooking up with some rather tasty men. I note their ring fingers, the gold bands giving a lie to what they are doing, to their vows. I quietly sit at a table in a dark corner, watching. I can’t help but feel turned on by what is going on around me and I squirm and shift uncomfortably in my seat to try and ease the ache between my legs.

And then I see him – he’s standing at the bar with a couple of mates drinking his beer, ignoring all the goings-on around him. They are clearly not there on the pull, but out for a drink and to play some pool. I watch as they walk over to the pool table, my eyes straying to his crotch where I can distinctly see his package outlined by his jeans. Oh god, my pussy is aching, and I find myself rubbing against the chair beneath me. Breathless, I gaze at him, wondering what to do. And as if he can feel the heat of my gaze, he looks up, straight at me. I blush, but his face lights up, his blue eyes sparkle as he gives me an enormous grin. He says something to his mates, hands over his pool cue and makes a beeline for my table.

I feel like a rabbit trapped in the headlights – my heart is pounding and my breath coming in gasps. As he reaches me, he holds out his hand and, mesmerized, I take it and stand. There is no need for words between us – we’re not there to get to know each other, just to satisfy our greed for each other. He glances around then heads for the exit – at the door he turns to me and says: “do you trust me?”, I nod and we turn and leave the pub together. He takes me around the corner to his car, which is parked in the alley behind the pub. He turns and grabs me, pulling me up against him, grinding his hips against me so that I can feel his hardness. Oh! He’s as turned on as me. His lips descend onto mine and all thought stops. I can feel the bonnet of the car pressing into my arse, his hard cock pushing against my stomach and his tongue exploring my mouth. My tongue responds, playing with his, sliding into his mouth, my teeth nibbling lightly on his lip. He groans and tightens his grip on me. Then he lifts me up and deposits me on top of the bonnet. He parts my legs and moves into the space between them. Now, when he grinds his hardness against me, it’s right on my pussy and I gasp and let out a moan. His hands are on my arse, pulling my pussy against him as he dry humps me. I feel like a teenager, my pussy is spasming again and I feel like I”m going to come, just like that.

His lips are travelling down my neck, sending goose bumps travelling By Casino over my body, making my nipples harden into twin peaks, pressing against the lace of my bra almost painfully. His mouth moves further down, tracing a trail down between my breasts, my buttons popping open one by one has his hands precede his tongue. He pulls my shirt open and lifts his head to look down at my breasts. What I see in his eyes makes me gasp out loud and thrust myself hard against his cock. His head descends and he mouths my one nipple through the lace. Oh! the roughness of the lace, the smooth wetness of his tongue. My hips are moving in a rhythm as old as time, totally unconsciously. The fingers of his other hand tease my other nipple through the lace, then disappears. Then I feel my bra magically loosening under his busy hands, push the straps from my shoulders and gently remove the bra. Again, he looks down at my tits, and I feel like the sexiest woman alive as his appreciation shows in his gleaming eyes and wicked grin. His big hands cup a titty each, and bring them together so that he can lick and suck and nip at them both at the same time.

I am almost mindless with pleasure, writhing on the bonnet, grinding my clit against him. I need more, and I need it now.

My hand slides down his chest, and further down to where his giant cock is pushing and straining against his zipper. I slide my hand over him and am rewarded with him letting loose a groan against my nipples. I can’t wait any longer, I fumble with his zipper, manage to get it open and yank down his pants and his boxers (yes, THOSE boxers). His cock springs free – as long and thick and hard as I remembered. It was not my imagination blowing things out of proportion at all. I close my hand around him and he flinches and moans. Oh god, I think I’m going to come, touching him is making me spasm and clench like mad. His lips have left my nipples bereft but he pulls me to him, my little buttons pressing against the fabric covering his hard chest. He rips his shirt open and pulls my nipples against his skin. Oh my god. His mouth covers mine again and his cock presses up against my wet wet panties as his hand slides down my back, down my outer thigh then back up the inner thigh, lifting my skirt as it skims up and up. Then he steps back and looks down at what his hands have revealed, I am exposed in all my glory, feeling grateful that I’d bothered to put on my laciest, tiniest little panties even though I was not planning on anyone seeing them!

He runs his fingers lightly over my mound, down to the lips, dabbing a finger into the wetness soaking through my panties. Then he puts his finger to his mouth, all the while holding my gaze and tastes my juices. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen and I gasp out loud. My hand is still holding his cock, and I can feel it jumping, the moisture running out of the tip. My thumb rubs over the smooth hot head, spreading the drops of By Casino Giriş pre-cum it finds there around the sensitive tip of his head. He groans again, his hand possessively cupping my pussy then his fingers are sneaking around the side of my panties, lifting the elastic and sliding slowly right into me. My fingers clench around him and we both moan out loud. Its more than we can take. He lifts up my arse from the bonnet and in one smooth move rips off my dripping panties. Then he grabs his cock in one hand pulls me up against him with the other and shoves his cock into my hot wet aching pussy. I arch backwards, teeth clamped hard on my lip so that a trickle of blood escapes. He pulls me close as his cock slides in, and in, and in. My lips are stretching so wide, my muscles spasming around his hard hard big cock. And then he’s all the way in, our groins pressed up against each other, so close that our pubes are tangling. And we pause, savouring the feeling that we’d both wanted so much. Then I rock against him, rubbing my clit up against his pubic bone and he pulls back, almost all the way out, then slams it into me. Oh god, I moan, harder fuck me hard please, fill me up. And he does, hard and fast,slamming into me, pressing me against the hard metal, in and out. Of its own accord, my hand moves down to my clit and my fingers press against it and with that I come, and come, and come. My whole body is shaking, I want to scream out loud, but manage to keep my teeth firmly on my bottom lip. I moan and writhe, spasming deep inside around him, shuddering and when I open my eyes, i can see from his face that he’s fighting hard against his own imminent orgasm. My hips gradually stop writhing and his grimace reduces though not the pounding of his cock, in and out my wet, spasming pussy.

Then he suddenly stops, pulls out and flips me over so that I’m lying face down with my arse up. And in one smooth move he lifts up my hips and slides his hard wet cock between my lips and right into me. it’s all I can do to keep from screaming out loud. He’s slamming into me now, holding my hips pulling me hard into him as he pumps against me, into me. And just like that I’m coming again, involuntarily crying out as my muscles clench around him and I can feel him starting to come, his hips jerking into me, fingers digging into my hips, groaning deeply, gruffly.

We collapse onto the bonnet and he pulls himself out of me, gently turns me towards him and holds me close and kisses me. Just as well he’s holding me as my legs are shuddering so badly that I don’t think they could support me. We rest for a moment against each other, catching our breath. Then we start to tidy ourselves up – clothes, underwear, hair… glancing around I think how lucky we are that we were not witnessed as I don’t think we would have noticed at all.

A drink, he asks. I nod shakily and we return to the bar – popping into the Ladies quickly so i can tidy myself up properly, wipe up the wet and cum seeping out of me, wash my hands and fix my face.

I see the hectic pink colouring on my face and am grateful that my girlfriends are all otherwise occupied otherwise they would surely know what I’d been up to!

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I take my profession as an educator seriously. I feel that I owe my students more than the mere contents of a History course. I feel I owe it to some of them to impart some knowledge of life, as it really is outside of the classroom.

Because of this avocation, I have feasted on the firm, taut, nubile flesh of freshman coeds for years. At 45, still fit, with salt and pepper hair, I’ve been a college professor for nearly 20 years, and in that time, I have sampled the hungry mouths, the milky breasts and arousal-hardened nipples, the firm, ivory thighs, the slick, slippery cunts, and even sometimes, the tight, resisting asses of more young coeds than I can count – and I’ve loved every minute of it. I have perfected my search and selection techniques into a science, and I can predict, almost infallibly on the first day of class, which sweet, innocent young girl will be mine before the end of the semester.

The search begins late in the summer. I am seeking a special girl and willingly invest the time to find her. Eighteen, and probably away from home for the first time in her life, the freshman coed can make the most wonderful little lover a man can ask for. As Dean of the Department, I always choose to teach two of the first- year survey courses that are mandatory for incoming freshmen. My colleagues revere me for being so democratic and taking two of the least wanted courses, but I have my reasons. I carefully examine the student folders for the girls enrolled in those two courses. Because the courses are survey in nature, the enrollment is high and I have numerous candidates. I eliminate the commuters – I want a girl living on campus, away from nosey parents. I also reject those with an erratic academic record in high school – I want the young scholar who has never failed a course. Being on Financial Aid or a scholarship is a plus in my selection, because of the added pressure to perform well in college. I often eliminate the obviously wealthy student, because she has grown up learning that a short phonecall to Daddy can usually resolve a problem in her favor, and I don’t want my little selectee to feel she has any easy solutions. I prefer an oldest child, or even better – an only child, so that their older siblings haven’t “shown them the ropes” about college.

By the first day of class, I have a pool of six to ten “possible” girls in each of the two classes, and I am ready for the first face-to- face meeting. I carefully and slowly call roll, associating faces with the names. This process is tricky, for I am searching for an intangible, a feeling. I want the girl to be attractive, of course, but in a quiet, natural way. I shy away from the flashy and the “slutty” looks. I tend to concentrate on the “sweet and innocent” look. The girl who has dated one boy seriously in high school, and now finds herself away from him, and is feeling insecure about how they can stay a couple. She’s aware of her sexuality, but not experienced. She’s known the “romantic” love of a high school sweetheart, and the passion of that love, but is yet to discover lust.

Last year began as typical, but didn’t stay that way, for long. It was also the year of my “Irish Lasses.” At the end of the first day of class, I returned to my office enthusiastic with the number of “candidates” I had selected. There were four lovely girls in “Ancient History” and three in “American History.” Now, after close inspection of their student folders, and meeting them in person, it was time to enter “Phase Three.” My reputation on campus is impeccable. Dean of the Department, published, and a favorite of the students, my elective courses are always filled quickly. Of course, the freshman don’t know this, but word of mouth spreads fast, and they soon feel lucky to have me for a required course. I’m known as fair (and fairly easy when it comes to grades), and an interesting lecturer. My assignments are reasonable, my classroom is relaxed and my office door is always open. I’m almost another “Mr. Chips!” The only thing my freshman students have to complain about is the weekly written assignment – an essay on the major points of the week’s lectures and reading material.

I have a very good reason for assigning this essay – it is “Phase Three.” By the end of the third week, five of the seven “candidates” asked for appointments to see me to discuss their failing grades. I had failed all seven, all three weeks. Grading at the University is “blind.” That is, the students place only their last five digits of their student ID number on all written assignments and tests. All grading is done by number, without a student’s name ever becoming associated with the product, unless the student permits it. However, as department head, I had already copied down the ID numbers of all my “possibles” during my initial selection process. Now, I was about to meet them “up close and personal.” Debbie was the first, and I immediately scratched her off the list. She was irate and aggressive about ByCasino her “F’s” and demanded I review each point and discuss the deficiencies. After teaching the material for so many years, it’s easy to refute any freshman’s arguments, but it still pissed me off to have to do it with Debbie. I assured her that her grades would undoubtedly improve as the semester went on.

Colleen was second, and was a definite possibility. Blonde, blue- eyed, she was pretty and fresh and had a dazzling smile. She was timid and nervous about her grades, hanging on every word of advice I gave her. I was charming and she was appreciative, and I could see the possible beginnings of that special something some students feel for some professors. She was thrilled with the time and attention I was giving her.

Susan was next and I took her off the list, too. Maybe she just didn’t compare well with Colleen, but I felt no electricity, no excitement with her. The fourth appointment was with Heather, and she made me wonder if I made too quick a choice with Colleen. The classic Irish lass, Heather had beautiful, heavy, glossy reddish-auburn hair framing her milk-and-honey complexion from which her luminous green-green eyes virtually shone. She was breathtaking and I wanted her. I wanted to part her red pussy hairs with my cock.

The last girl only made my life more difficult. Bridget was not as beautiful as Heather, but it was her full, lush body that I craved. I wanted to fill my mouth and hands with her full breasts, to crawl between her perfect legs to taste her sweet pussy. Colleen, Bridget and Heather – my choice had never been so difficult! Over the years, I had had two girls going during the same semester, but it was always a possibility that one would discover the other, and the results would be disastrous, so I didn’t risk it very often. Now, here were three girls I wanted – all young, beautiful, shapely, and possessing the “right” personalties to make taking them a real possibility, and they were only freshmen for a year! Not knowing which to concentrate on, I continued to fail Heather and Bridget, and tutor Colleen twice a week, in the hopes that they would help me sort it all out. By the end of mid-term exams (all essay questions, of course), all three of the girls had a failing grade, without a prayer of receiving any higher than a “D” for the course.

Bridget cracked first. She appeared in my office just as I was about to leave for the evening. She was dressed in a sweater and short denim skirt, white socks and sneakers, and I could taste my mouth watering as I ravaged her body with my eyes. “Professor, can you please spare me a few minutes?” “Of course. Come in, er…now let me guess…Bonnie…no…Bridget, isn’t it?” She beamed at my recognizing her. “Yes, Professor. I came to see you, before, but I’m in even bigger trouble, this time.” By the time she had finished telling me about her 3.75 GPA (if she didn’t count my course) and how she just didn’t understand how she could be doing so poorly, she was in tears. I wanted to put my arms around her and pull her warm body close, but I fought the temptation. My years of experience at this game would carry me through. I asked her permission to examine her grades, and took several moments (and several “Hmm…”‘s) studying the book. “Bridget, I can understand your concern. I don’t know what steps you can take to achieve a respectable grade. To assign extra-credit work, I would have to be fair about it, and give the entire class the option, and this wouldn’t help you, at all.”

She nodded and looked at me, wide-eyed and sincere,

“I’d do anything for a respectable grade, Professor.”

“Bridget, I think you should be careful how you phrase offers like that. You don’t mean `anything.'”

“Yes, I do, Professor.”

I gave a small chuckle,

“With an offer like that, you better watch out. I’ll have you raking my leaves and cleaning my windows. Please don’t make offers like that, Dear. After all, I’m only human.”

She locked her eyes on mine,

“Professor, you must understand. I am prepared and willing to do ANYthing.”

“Do you know where I live, Bridget?”

Bridget arrived on time, wearing sweater and jeans. I had an aromatic fire warming the room, Anita Baker on the stereo, and a very nice, white wine chilled. She was truly beautiful in the firelight. Her skin was radiant, her eyes clear, her lips full and moist. We sat together on the sofa, tasted the wine, and began talking. After I refilled her glass, I placed my arm on her shoulders and she leaned into me. She was still tense, but seemed determined to be cooperative. We talked about her small home town, and the one boyfriend she had gone steady with in high school – he went to a large private college on the opposite coast, joined a Frat, and wasn’t calling very often. I was gentle, and a good listener. Soon, she was lying on the sofa, with her head on my lap, and I was gently stroking her By Casino cheek and hair. I could feel her relax little by little, sipping wine (we were now sharing one glass), and talking.

I put the wine down and placed my hand at her waist. I moved it up, under her bulky sweater, until I felt her warm, smooth skin above the waist of her jeans. She tensed as my hand rose along her bare tummy, and halted at her bra.

“I’m a little scared and a lot nervous, Professor.”

“I am, too, Bridget. But I won’t deny that I’m enjoying this very much.”

She smiled a weak smile,

“Me, too. More than I hoped.”

I lifted the sweater up and she helped me remove it over her head and arms. Her bra had a front clasp and I opened it and lifted the soft cups off her burning flesh. Her breasts were magnificent. Even lying on her back, they thrust up, firm and proud. Her skin was wonderful – smooth, warm and white. Her nipples and areolae were small and round and centered, with just a hint of hardening. She was blushing under my inspection. She let a tiny moan escape her lips as I brushed my fingers lightly over her nipples. They hardened and looked like two pencil erasers. I caressed all of her breasts with my hands, pressing, gently squeezing. Her breathing became rapid as I slowly lowered my face down to her nipple, and she moaned loudly as I sucked it into my mouth, between my teeth.

I shifted out from under her and knelt beside the sofa. She closed her eyes and turned her head into the pillow as I opened her jeans and slid them and her panties down and off her hips and legs. Naked, Bridget’s body was even more spectacular than I had imagined – it was flawless. I knew I was truly going to enjoy the rest of the school year! I returned my attentions to her breasts, licking and sucking on one nipple, while caressing the other breast with my hand. My other hand slowly traced its way over her flat tummy, her navel, until, finally, it entered her curly pubic hairs. She groaned as I softly pushed a finger into her already-wet slit. Her legs relaxed and she allowed my hand to part her thighs. I found her clit and her hips immediately began a subtle humping against my touch. A second finger joined the first, gently squeezing her hard, slippery clit between them. She tensed – and then in one strong release, she came. Her toes curled, her thighs locked tight on my hand, she tried to pull her breasts away from my caresses as she cried out into the pillows. Slowly, so slowly, the wave receded and her body settled loosely into the sofa cushions.

I was hard and excited and I wanted her. I stripped off my shirt and dropped my pants and underwear. I stood beside the sofa and brought Bridget’s hand to my cock. She jerked it away, as though burned, and pushed her face deeper into the pillows. I understood. Her legs offered no resistance as I crawled between them and licked my tongue into her still-wet pussy. I heard her gasp as I found her clit and buried my tongue deep inside of her. Her legs spread wider, until I felt them settle on my shoulders, and her hips pumped onto my mouth. When I could tell she was again nearing orgasm, I lifted myself over her body and paused.

“Should I wear protection, Bridget?”

Her head made a tiny nod and I opened the condom and quickly slipped it on. I resumed my position, with my cockhead resting at her cuntlips. Almost immediately, her hips thrust up off the sofa to take my cock into her, and I cooperated by thrusting my hips down into hers. As I buried my cock to the hilt up her hot, tight pussy, her head snapped out of the pillows, and her eyes opened and looked at me. And then, she wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and we fucked.

Later, when the wine was gone and the fire was just a red glow, we dressed. With her clothes back on, Bridget was again the shy freshman, no longer the lusty little wench that had just fucked me dry – twice.

“What should I do now, Professor? Do I keep coming back? I’m new at this.”

I held her hand, “I’m new at this, too, Bridget. I don’t know what happens, now. I’m really quite embarrassed that this happened at all. But, I want you to know, Dear, that I am NOT sorry that it happened. These last several hours were the most exciting of my life. I really don’t want to think, right now, that what we just enjoyed was based on some tawdry barter for a grade. I just don’t want to think about tonight like that. It was too special for me.”

Bridget smiled and nuzzled her face into my neck.

“Me, too! I was so scared and nervous about tonight that I can’t believe I’m feeling so wonderful, right now. If it would be alright with you, I think I would like to visit you, again.”

“I was hoping you would say that, Bridget. It’s against every rule I’ve made for myself, as an educator, but I want to see you, again, too. But, you have to promise me that you’ll still study and read the material.”

Bridget nodded, giggled By Casino Giriş a little girl giggle and left. Ah! Success, again!

I didn’t realize how successful, until the following Saturday. I had been tutoring Colleen since our first meeting about grades. She was the classic high school over-achiever, doing extremely well there, but not able to keep pace in college. Her grades were the opposite of Bridget’s and she was desperate to improve her standing in as many courses as possible. The tutoring was boring and Colleen lacked the analytical skills to draw conclusions, but she was still a beauty to look at, and was obviously developing a crush on her brilliant, patient, caring Professor – me! But now, after the success with Bridget, I saw no need to carry Colleen any longer. I would discontinue the tutoring sessions, award her extra credit for her effort, and fairly grade the remainder of her assignments. After class on Friday, I told her my decision and encouraged her to try studying on her own, and I assured her that I had great confidence in her abilities. She seemed surprised, but nodded and hurried down the hall.

At eight o’clock, Saturday morning, my doorbell rang, interrupting my breakfast. In my robe, I answered the door to see Colleen standing there with a tear-streaked face.

“Colleen? What’s wrong?”

“Oh, Professor! Please! I’m so sorry!”

“Come in. Now, sorry for what?”

I asked, as I closed the door.

“Sorry for whatever I did, that you don’t want to tutor me anymore!”

“Colleen, Dear, you didn’t do anything. I just think you’re capable of doing good work on your own.”

“Don’t you like me, anymore?”

Tears were rolling down her cheeks as she looked at me. Her sky-blue eyes were flooded with them. Without thinking what I was doing, I reached out to her face and caught a tear on my thumb.

“Of course I like you, Colleen. Please don’t cry.”

To my utter and complete surprise, Colleen rushed to me, hugging me in her arms and pressing her cheek to my chest. My involuntary physical reaction to her closeness was all too obvious, but instead of pulling away, Colleen pressed her hips against my raging erection.

“Oh, no,” I thought, “the timing on this is terrible!”

I didn’t have much time to think because Colleen’s warm hand snuck under my robe and wrapped around my naked cock. I lifted her chin up and pressed my lips to hers.

“Oh, Professor! Please! Please make me happy!”

I didn’t care what she called it, but I knew it was going to make me happy, too. She slid to her knees and didn’t hesitate as she opened her lips and filled her mouth with my hardness. She was very good – maybe among the best I had ever had – licking and sucking and nibbling. Finally, she could tell when it was time, and proceeded to fuck my cock with her hot, wet mouth. It didn’t take long. I began to come and started filling her mouth with my cum. She continued until I stopped coming and then very delicately emptied her mouth into her hand. She stood and wiped her hand with a tissue and then stood close to me, seeking a kiss.

“Colleen, how did this happen? We can’t do this – as wonderful as that was for me – it’s just not ethical. You’re a student and I’m your teacher.”

“I don’t care, Professor. Isn’t it obvious to you? Can’t you feel how close we are? I’ve felt it since our first meeting, Professor. I really think I’ve fallen in love with you!”

The red light started flashing and the alarms were ringing in my head.

“Colleen, it’s just not possible.”

The tears started flowing, again.

“But, I DO love you! You’re so kind and caring. You’re the only one on campus that treats me like I’m special.”

“Well, you are special to me, Dear.”

I looked at her beautiful face, and thought about that wonderful, talented, sexy mouth of hers. I felt my dick stirring, again, and thought that maybe later I could explain to her about student crushes on teachers. At that moment, there was something else on my mind. I opened my arms and she pressed into me. I walked her down the hall, to the bedroom. Her eyes searched my face as I opened her jacket and removed her blouse and jeans. She was smiling when I opened her bra, revealing her small, round breasts, with tiny, almost red nipples, and she giggled as I lowered her panties to the floor and buried my nose in her soft, sparse, blonde pussy. She sat on the bed and watched me as I opened my robe.

“Oh, Professor! You are going to make me SO happy, aren’t you?”

And I tried. For the next two days, I tried my very best to make her happy. I had never had an easier assignment. She was a hungry partner in bed – lusty and uninhibited. Not shy about anything. We fucked and sucked and fingered each other until we were exhausted. Between fucking, she paraded around my house naked, washing up, fixing our lunches, doing my dishes. What a find she was! And, what a dilemma I was in! Colleen and Bridget were not in the same class, and none of the girls had the same major or dorm (part of my selection process), but maintaining a relationship with both of them – something I very much wanted to do – would be tricky and difficult (and exhausting!).

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What would I do with you for a whole day?? To begin our day….

You awake to the smells of omelets and Canadian bacon, with Mrs. Folgers brewing hot on the stove. Almost dreamlike, you lie in bed, the morning sun pouring thru the sheer window curtains. Propped upon your pillows, there is a single rose on the bed beside you. A small handwritten note rests beneath it. With excitement you open the note…it simply says…’relax my sweet – this is your day to be pampered and treated like a queen’. A smile breaks across your face as you realize that today – you are mine. It is then you notice someone standing in the doorway. Your beautiful face looks up at me as I step forward holding a breakfast tray…complete with orange juice and buttered waffles. I carry the tray to the bedside and place it over your legs. You are speechless of the gesture and can only utter a cute squeak as your beaming eyes make contact with mine. I see the utter joy and bewilderment in them, the satisfaction of having the day start the only way it can – perfect.

I am rewarded with our first kiss. I can feel the contentment as our lips meet, and the underlying desire. But our kiss is brief as I motion for you to enjoy the food before it cools. We make small talk all throughout your meal. Teasingly you share bits of the bacon with me, as we joke and enjoy the first hours of our day. We discuss the possibilities of what awaits us. Do we spend the day in bed – just enjoying each others company? Or do we take in the sights and smells of the town? Will our day be filled with the discovery of each other, or the hustle and bustle of the big city? We decide on a little of both. You finish breakfast and prepare to dress.

The choice of attire is not quite formal, but we do so want to be looking our best as we move about the town. With the shyness of a new bride, you ask me to turn my back as you dress. I do as you wish, temped to peak, but too much a gentleman to dishonor you so. Waiting for your approval to turn, instead I am surprised by you clasping your hands over my eyes. Your soft sweet breath whispers to my ear to turn around slowly…for you have a surprise for me. You make a point to mention that this day – if all it ended at that moment – would be the most perfect day of your life.

Teasingly you draw your lips across mine as you turn me to face you. With a reassuring word, you tell me to prepare myself. I can hardly contain my excitement as I wait for the light to meet my eyes. You drop your hands and I am awestruck by the vision that greets me. You are wearing a short sleeved chartreuse dress…which falls to mid thigh, a matching choker and medium healed shoes. Only a hint of makeup graces your silky smooth face – the perfect touch to a killer outfit. I am speechless in my feeling of pride…for soon I will have the loveliest creature on my arm for the whole world to see! My eyes meet yours and you see in them a reassuring smile that this day is perfect for me as well.

Excitedly we head out to continue our adventure. I am pleased with myself for assuming our plans to tour, for as we walk out of the apartment, a coal black limousine awaits us at the curb. The driver opens the door for us as we approach. I whisper something to him as I step in behind you. You ask where our first stop will be and I say it is a surprise. You smile and sit back into the plush seat to await your prize.

The limo arrives about mid day at the big league baseball stadium. Right up to the gate of the VIP section, we are whisked to our seats. A bit overdressed for the occasion, we laugh thru the stares as we munch on hotdogs and cracker jacks. Enjoying each others company as much as the excitement of the game. The mid day sun cascades down thru the stands until it rests upon your golden blond hair…almost like the spotlight of a stage. This vision is framed in my mind as I hear the crack of the bat – the home team scoring the winning run as the ball sails over our heads. A grand slam homerun in more ways than one. I simply smile….

We rise with the throngs of cheering fans giving salute to the boys of summer. Your arms raised high, simply brimming with excitement. Your dress pulls up your exquisite thighs. This does not escape my attention, for I am reminded so beautifully why I am proud to have you at my side. I feel enveloped – as if in a bubble…the noise of the multitude fades away from my consciousness. I am focused solely on you. In slow motion, you move before me…illuminated by the sun – natures proclamation of purest perfection. Feelings well inside me of guilt, of misguided fortune – for why am I so blessed to be here with you. This emotion overcomes me weakening my knees, I sink to my seat. You look down at me; the expression on your face is one of happiness. Our eyes meet and the signal beaming from them is unmistakable…love. Changing then to concern, for you see the turmoil that rages within me. Then a most encouraging smile blooms on your face, reassuring me that this is right – so absolutely right. ByCasino This is a moment I wish would never end. But our plans are set to continue this adventure, and now in my mind, there is no doubt. I want to go to a place where even more people can see my pride, anywhere that I can show you off. However much my heart screams for this…I inform the chauffer to proceed to the next destination. You look as if to ask where we are headed, then you simply smile and say not a word.

A short ride from the stadium brings us to the metropolitan art gallery. Forgoing the usual escort that is afforded to VIP’s, we are dropped off at the main entrance. Stepping out of the limo and offer you my hand. A nod sends the driver on his way – his services are no longer required. We ascend the granite steps arm in arm. This destination is far more befitting our attire as we are greeted by the hostess. Two glasses of champagne and an event schedule later, we are on our way to experience this fare.

Casually we stroll thru the main exhibit area, stopping at each and every display. I am so intrigued by your comments of the paintings and sculptures. Your culturing shouldn’t come as a surprise however, for you do so ‘fit’ me when we talk. Our conversations have always been engaging – which isn’t easy when speaking with me. I am usually more reserved with my inner thoughts, but you’re ability to bring them forth doesn’t surprise me either. I have obtained a comfort level that I’ve never had with anyone – and it shows in my actions and my words. You discover more about my philosophies, about how I think and feel of the world than you ever thought possible. Like a bad upper management executive – I have an attention span of less than five minuets. So to captivate my mind as you do speaks volumes! This being said we converse about our impressions…..lost in the distractions the art offers.

During our tour, we find ourselves in a less traveled area of the gallery. Looking at a particular piece of abstract art, one that is strangely erotic – I put my arm about your waist. You sink into me, two people melting together as one – just as the artwork’s colors swirl and blend. Our thoughts obviously heading in the same direction – we turn to each other. Without saying a word, we close and envelop the other in a close embrace, kissing deeply. A kiss that entwines our souls…we breathe with one breath. Eyes slowly close in the rapture of the moment. Lost to the world I take you into my bubble. What happens around us is not our concern nor worry, for true love has no critic.

For uncounted minuets we remain in our embrace, simply lost in one another. Desire rises within us. A heat, unbearable without release drives us. Like two animals lost in the rut, we tug and pull at each others clothing. Consuming. Breath comes in stolen gasps between mouthfuls of flesh. A conspicuous cough is the only thing saving us from going past the point of no return. Where embarrassment would be the norm, we look to each other as if something dear was lost. Regaining our composure, we simply smile at the uninvited guest and move on our way.

Our tour finishes quickly, the comments we make of the art are curiously sexually oriented – I wonder why. We walk out of the building and are surprised by the sun….for it is much lower in the sky – almost twilight. Turning to look at each other with the knowledge of how this must have happened…the embrace had lasted longer than we thought.

The spring evening surprisingly warm, we decide to walk back to your apartment. Along the river walk, we pass several quaint restaurants. One has a particularly delicioius aroma wafting out from the French style doors. We pause there along the rail to look down at the gondola’s floating by on the river below. Lovers paired two by two, engaged in various acts of dating. Their costumed operators quietly seek out the darker areas of the river…whether to sneak a quick peak, or simply to afford their fare a small bit of privacy. Hand in hand we take in the scene, slowly being overcome by the smells of the many Italian dishes emanating from the restaurant behind us.

A waitress approaches and asks if we’d care for anything. I look to you and ask if Italian is good, you reply approvingly. Then, quite by surprise, you ask her to bring out a 1982 Bordeaux. The waitress smiles and replies that she can and that she will return shortly. You turn to me with a smile on your face that cannot hide your pride, for the surprise on my face is very evident. 1982 was the premier year for full bodied wines and its record setting Bordeaux’s. Typically a source of sexist male pride is the knowledge of fine wines. Instead of feeling slighted by your doing the ordering, I’m overjoyed by the fearlessness of your independence. I simply say…”Thank-you” and offer you my arm to escort you to a walk side table.

Not long after, the waitress brings our selection and presents it to us. Here I take control by tasting the wine. As expected, the vintage is excellent as the By Casino wine stands up to its billing. Once the glasses are poured, I raise mine in a toast…”To beauty and discovery!” A most gorgeous smile breaks over your face as you nod and raise your glass. Our eyes meet, never leaving the others as we sample our choice. We go on to order our meal – Cannelloni Florentine. Absolutely to die for! It is followed by a raspberry cheesecake swirled with a white chocolate sauce. We finish our dinner and head out along the river walk.

Your arm wrapped about my waist and your head upon my shoulder we casually stroll along. The lights of the city cascade all around us, creating a most romantic atmosphere. Our journey home takes us thru a recently renovated park that boarders the street your apartment is on. We stop to admire the night sky at a well hidden gazebo. Sitting upon the wooden bench, we lean back and look up at the stars. I point out a rather brilliant light in the sky and tell you that it is my magical star. Any how any wish that is placed upon it will come true.

The silence that follows my remark finds you looking up to the light with your eyes squeezed tightly shut. Like a fortune teller in an arcade, I read your mind. As soon as you open your eyes, my lips find yours in a deep and passionate kiss. Not a kiss with the animalistic desire of earlier, but a soft, loving and caring kiss. Countless minutes pass, each enjoying the other’s explorations. Perhaps the knowledge of what discovery awaits us, bridled with the fear of the unknown, just keeps us content with the moment. Soft murmurs of our deepest feelings pass our lips, quietly whispered to your delicate ear. Another of those moments that one wishes would last forever. Again I am surprised by your actions as you stand and extend your hand to me. No words need be said, for the look in your eye says it all.

We spend no time crossing the lush contoured lawn of the park. The street is clear of traffic, for the hour is late. The doorman however is still on duty and he greets us with the tip of his hat. Upon opening the door, he informs you that your order awaits you in your apartment. You nod to him and grab my arm dragging me, giggling all the way across the lobby to the elevator. A tight embrace as we wait for the car to wisp us up and away from inquisitive eyes.

Once inside, the doors not even fully closed, we are on one another. The hot passion contained within us these past few hours explodes in a flurry of pawing and groping. Kisses that devour flesh…your lips, your face, and your neck. In an almost insane state, I pull the dress down off your shoulder. My hot mouth is not far behind, nibbling and sucking the soft skin. Your hands pull me closer to you, thrusting your chest upwards to meet my advance. The elevator comes to a slow halt, but before the doors slide open, you reach over and hit the stop button. The car, with its enflamed occupants hangs frozen eighteen floors above mother earth.

Thinking that this is not exactly how I envisioned our first encounter, but following your lead, we continue our frenzied exploration. Passion builds to a level almost unbelievable in its desire; we are consumed with the moment. My hands move over your supple body, feeling the soft curves. Your skin feels like silk to my overly sensitive fingers. The heat, unmistakable, emanates from your body. Our breathing gets deeper with each passing second. Pulling back slightly, I look up into your flushed angelic face. Your eyes are dreamily half closed, begging me to continue. Stopping I stand before you. My shirts unbuttoned to the waist…my Dockers fail miserably to hide my desire. I say to you that it’s best we move this to the privacy of your apartment. You reluctantly agree and release the elevator from its frozen state. The doors open to reveal a vacant hallway, a clear path to your door. You move out first, dragging me behind you. Giggling again as you fumble with the lock, a huge smile paints your face as you remember the surprise that you have arranged for me.

Once inside, you show me a silver ice bucket that rests in the middle of your dining room table. Inside is a chilled bottle of French champagne with two crystal glasses waiting patiently next to it. You ask me to go ahead and open the bottle and fill the glasses. But you instruct me to not drink any until you return. Willing to play along I agree. You dart off to your bedroom as if you are floating on air. Proceeding to open the champagne, a loud ‘pop’ announces my success. Pouring the bubbly fare…I fill the crystal goblets.

Placing them on the table by the leather couch, I set the stereo to play a selection of soft romantic music. As I turn from the cabinet, you are standing behind me. The surprise is evident on my face…for you have changed into a very sexy sapphire chemise. Closing for a quick kiss, you ask where I have put the champagne. I reach down and hand you a glass. You remark that these are more than simple crystal; they have magical properties…where By Casino Giriş any wish made by toasting with them shall come true. Raising my glass, you smile and say….”To everlasting love” Your glass comes up to meet mine without hesitation and the toast is made. Eyes locked to one another’s we drink to us…to love until the end of time.

We settle down on the soft leather couch, sitting as close to each other as we can without spilling our beverage. We quietly and nervously finish our drinks. Dreamily we lean back and begin kissing. Your hands roam over my chest, my stomach…exploring the firm masculine form. You kiss my face, my neck, working your way lower and lower. Closing my eyes I arch myself up. I feel you begin to unfasten my belt as your tongue teases my belly button.

Hungrily, you pull down my pants, taking the boxers with them. Your hot breath bathes my now fully erect manhood Light tickling kisses down through the course hair to the base of my cock. Your hand wraps around it and slowly begins pumping up and down. I feel your wet velvety tongue touch the sensitive head of my sex, sending shudders throughout my body. Pouty lips gently suck the swollen head into your mouth, your tongue swirling around it. In one motion, you take me fully into you, your hand clasp firmly around the part your mouth can’t envelope. Groaning I enjoy the feeling as I fuck your mouth.

Faster and faster you work at my cock and it grows in response to your actions. Any question as to how far you will carry this is quickly answered as you pull free with a wet sucking popping sound. The cool air that meets my throbbing member is a sensation that is beyond description. I open my eyes to see you hovering just above my cock, a thin string of pre-cum connecting your lips to my manhood. Your eyes stare up at me with a devilish look in them.

This is a site that turns me on so incredibly much that I can no longer resist having you. Pulling you to me, our mouths clash in a deep kiss….I taste my bitterness as I devour your lips. Passion now unbridled…my hands caress your arms, your sides, your breasts, your hips, your bare thigh… Wanting to taste and consume every inch of your flesh and not really sure where to begin. Consciousness is driven by a need to satisfy you as only I can.

Pulling the silky chemise above your waist, you climb on top of me. My cock brushes against your pussy. The heat and wetness – undeniable as my cock slides right in. As slow and gentle as I can be given our position, my cock pushes it’s way up inside you. Your eyes close halfway as your face takes on an erotic stare. You are so incredibly firm, your juicy pussy sucks me in tight. My hands are ensconced on your thighs, leg muscles flexing beneath my fingers as you move yourself up and down on my hard shaft.

Your breasts bounce playfully before my eyes. I dart my tongue out to lick and tease your nipples…trying to catch them in my mouth as they move by. Feeling my attempts you glance down and your smile widens as you realize what I’m trying to do. Pressing your tits to my face, I eagerly take in a hardened nipple. Suckling like a nursing babe, I devour your breast. Your hips grind down on my thrusting cock, pushing it deeply into your body. You are so hot and wet, I wish this never to end. But knowing there is so much more I want for us to do, I stop. Pulling my mouth free of your soft fleshy mound I tell you that I want to eat you. Rolling off and onto your feet, you grab the champagne bottle and head off to the bedroom. Leaving the glasses behind by design, I am not far behind.

I find you lying in your bed holding the bottle in one hand, the other absentmindedly rubbing your pussy. This scene before me is exactly how my dreams of you play out every night…your luscious body ready and willing to receive me. You playfully finger your cunt, working yourself into a sexual frenzy.

I climb in beside you and reach for the bottle of champagne. Taking a hardy swig, I position myself over you…my face hovering just above yours. Leaning down, I cover your mouth with mine and dribble the sweet wine from my lips to yours. You eagerly lap it up, taking in my tongue to secure every last drop. Kissing deeply, your hands roam thru my hair and over my back, clawing at me in anticipation of what is to come.

Grudgingly my lips leave yours, and begin to kiss a wet little trail down your neck to your chest. Pausing only a moment to fondle your pert nipples, I resume my downward trek. Upon reaching your stomach, my tongue dances about the ticklish flesh tormenting you. Here again I reach for the champagne and draw the cool bubbly liquid into my mouth. Letting it dribble from my lips, it fills your belly button. Licking around with quick little darts into it…you squirm and wiggle under my ministering. Your hands are once again in my hair raking thru it and at the same time pushing my face lower on your body.

Your eagerness is matched only by my desire to taste you. I nibble my way thru your pubic hair and lightly dance my tongue down the crease where your thigh meets your hip. Licking down then up, switching from side to side…lightly applying pressure as my hands wrap around your hips and draw you upwards to me.

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The P.I. and The Hooker

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Chapter 1

I was a private investigator. I’ve had my own agency for the last twelve years. I started out as a police office and let them teach me the ropes. Then after a couple of years I decided to become my own boss. I usually only took one or two cases at a time depending on what I needed to do. I made a great living at it and made my own hours.

I was thirty-eight years old and had been divorced for a year. I was only married for less than six months. I dated a lot of women in my life. I never had any trouble finding dates. A decent looking male, financially stable and a good future; that is what a lot of women were looking for! My ex-wife was close to my age; a nice looking woman who was a pretty good sex partner. We dated on and off for about a year when she convinced me to take her to Las Vegas and we were married. I don’t know why I did it. I liked Margaret well enough but I can’t really say I loved her. I guess I decided it was about time to settle down.

We moved into my condo. It had all the trimmings: pool, sauna, hot tub, fireplace. It was a really nice place. Margaret lived in an apartment and was a beautician working in a small establishment. I know she wanted to have her own salon. That was probably why she wanted to get married; for me to buy her it for her.

After about a month I got her that little business. It was a nice four chair salon. She hired two friends of hers and she of course was the owner. I didn’t pay much attention to her business but I guess she was doing well.

One Saturday she said, “I’ve got a couple of appointments and will be home later.”

I told her, “Fine. I have a case I’m working on and will be gone most of the day myself.”

I was a few blocks from her salon and had to take a piss. I figured I’d stop by her place and use the restroom. When I got there, the sign in the window said closed. I figured she was done early and went home. That was alright because I had my own key so I unlocked the door and headed for the restroom when I heard sounds coming from the office. I knew what the sounds were, being a private investigator. What I didn’t know was who was in the office. I slowly walked up to the door. I felt the door knob and could tell it wasn’t locked. I took out my gun that I always wore in my belt behind my back. I quickly opened the door and there was my wife of a few months with her skirt up to her waist and sitting on the lap of a very hard cock.

I know I startled them. Margaret screamed and yelled “Dan!” – that was me. That was all she could get out before her lover pushed her off his hard cock. He was about to get up off her couch when I pistol whipped him one time, bruising and scratching his cheek.

I said to him, “Get up and get the fuck out. The next time I see you, you’ll be a dead man.

He was pulling up his pants and scurrying out the door as fast as he could move.

Margaret was crying and said, “It wasn’t what it seemed.”

I told her, “Shut the fuck up. You’re supposed to be my wife and you were fucking another man. That’s what it looked like and that’s what it was. Our marriage is over. You’ve got two hours to go to the condo and get your things. You can leave your key on the kitchen table. If your stuff is still in my condo when I get home, it will be thrown out onto the pavement.” Then I turned around and walked out.

I stopped by my buddy’s house. He was a lawyer and I knew he didn’t work Saturdays. He answered the door and invited me in. I told him I wanted a divorce as soon as possible because I caught Margaret fucking a guy not fifteen minutes ago in the salon.

I mentioned that she could have her damn salon. That’s probably why she married me. I had no use for it. That was all she was getting. If she wanted to fight the settlement, so be it, I had a prenuptial agreement and she would lose the salon if she fought the divorce.

Roger, my lawyer, called my house. Margaret was there packing her things and according to Roger crying while she talked. He told her about the agreement and she said she would agree to it. He could send any communications to the salon. She didn’t know where she was going to live yet.

The divorce flew through which I figured it would. Roger said he found out the guy she was with was her old boyfriend before me. They had gotten back together after the divorce. That was the last I saw of either one of them.

I was the single guy again which was alright with me. I was working on another cheating wife case and had to stay at the Ramada Inn. I was keeping tabs on my client’s wife. It was a pretty standard case where she tells her husband she had to take a trip with her boss and of course they had a joint room at the motel. I had found out which room they were in and set up two surveillance cameras in the room. I had a lot of friends out there in businesses such as the motel employees and paid them ByCasino well. So all I had to do was wait till the next morning and retrieve my tapes.

As I was sitting at a booth in the lounge having a drink, a young beautiful lady dressed like a hooker came up to me and asked if I wanted some company. I couldn’t believe someone this nice had to hustle her ass. As I was about to say, “No, thanks, honey,” the manager came up to her to tell her there was no solicitation allowed in this establishment.

I quickly stood up and asked, “Where have you been? You’re a half hour late.”

The manager quickly apologized and walked away. I don’t think he believed me but who cares. I asked the young lady to sit down. I could tell she was extremely nervous.

She first thanked me for protecting her the way I did. She was new at this and wasn’t sure exactly what to do.

I sat back and asked her name. She said, “Dolly, Dolly Wison..”

I said, “Now tell me your real name.”

She raised her head and replied, “Peggy Sue Williams.” Then she asked me if I wanted her services and, if not, she would have to leave. She said she needed to make some money.

I asked her if she had a pimp or was on drugs or something. She shouldn’t be out trying to sell herself.

She had tears in her eyes, “I don’t have any pimp and I’ve never taken drugs. I need the money for my daughter. So please, if you don’t want anything let me go so I can make some money.”

Now I was fascinated with this young girl. There’s no way she should be selling herself. She was so timid she would be taken over by a pimp or end up dead. “Okay, Peggy Sue, how much for all night?”

She looked up at me startled. She had no idea what to charge. “Would you come up to my room for the night for three hundred dollars, Peggy?”

“Um, I guess so. What do I have to do for three hundred dollars?”

“Talk to me, Peggy. That’s it. You just have to talk to me.” I reached into my wallet and pulled out three one hundred dollar bills and set them on the table then stood up.”

Peggy picked up the money and followed me to the elevator. We didn’t talk at all until we got to my room. I unlocked the door and opened it for her to walk in. She looked nervous but went in. I followed and closed the door behind me. She slowly undid the top two buttons on her blouse.

I stopped her and said, “That isn’t necessary. Please just sit down either on the bed or over on the couch.

She chose the couch and I pulled up a chair next to her. She looked at me and said, “I don’t understand. You paid me three hundred dollars to come to your room. What is it that you want from me? Are you a cop?”

“I’m a private investigator, Peggy.”

“Oh, my, God, are going to arrest me?”

“No, Peggy, I’m a private investigator, not a detective or a cop. I want to help you if you will let me. I was a cop at one time and if I was still one I would have had to arrest you tonight.”

“I don’t understand. Who are you and why would you want to help me?”

“Listen, Peggy, my name is Dan Gray. You can call me Dan or DG. You seem like you are having some problems and I for some reason am worried about you. If you’ll talk to me I’ll see if there is any way I can help you. I don’t think you are a prostitute and don’t think you really want to be one. You have to trust me and talk with me. Are you willing to do that?”

“I don’t know why you want to help me. No one has ever helped me. They always wanted something in return. I just need to make some money to help my daughter. We’ve lost our insurance and she needs some medical help.”

“Whoa, Peggy, back up a little. Let’s begin with this prostitution gig. How long have you been at it? My guess is not very long.”

Peggy burst out in tears. “This was my first night and you’re my second trick. I need money for my daughter’s medical expenses.”

“I understand you needing the money for your daughter. I get that. I want to know about your first trick and why you approached me tonight.”

“Well, I was on the corner like you see in the movies and a guy came by and asked if I would give him a hand job for twenty dollars so I said yes. He pulled around the corner and I masturbated him. He told me I looked more like the hotel type girls instead of a streetwalker so I decided to come inside the motel and look around. I saw you sitting by yourself and approached you. That’s it.”

“Damn, Peggy, you could have gotten arrested or beaten up or even killed. What were you thinking? Where would your daughter be then?” She started the crying again. I really felt sorry for her but simply giving her some money wasn’t going to solve her problems.

“So, Peggy, you are saying this is the first and only time you prostituted yourself? You have to tell me the truth if I’m to help you. Tell me about yourself. I promise I won’t judge you. I really want to see if I can’t help in some way. Why don’t you start from the beginning and tell me about your family and work your way up to By Casino the present?”

Peggy said it was the first and only time she tried being a hooker. Then she began her story about her life.

“When I was about seven years old, I was made a ward of the state. My parents, both mom and dad, were taken away by the police. My case worker told me they were cocaine dealers. I had no idea what that was. After all I was just a kid. When I got older different foster parents tried to explain it to me. To the best of my knowledge my parents went to prison. I have never heard from them since but one foster parent said that my dad was killed while in prison. I don’t know if it’s true or not.”

“I went from one foster home to another. Some of the people were really nice and others treated me with disgust. I really don’t know why. I guess they thought I was going to be a drug addict or something seeing my parents were. I did decent in school considering all the moving around. I never had many friends. Once their parents found out about my parents they told their kids not to hang out with me. It was really rough on me. I didn’t do anything wrong. I guess it was called the sins of the parents or something.”

“As I got older I tried to adjust to each family. I never got close to them because as soon as I did, I was shipped out to someone else. I didn’t like the last family I was with when I was seventeen. I just had to stick it out till graduation. I met a boy at school named Tim Addy. I guess you could say he was my boyfriend. Right after graduation I turned eighteen and I ran away with Tim and we rented a trailer. I started at a community college and worked at a store. Tim got a job in a local factory. Then I got pregnant.”

“Tim said he was too young to be a dad and I should get an abortion or he would leave me. You have to understand that I never had anyone. I wasn’t about to give up my baby. So Tim left us. I kept working as long as I could until the baby came. A girlfriend I met at the market moved in with us and helped pay the rent and food. I had to quit school after Trina – that’s my baby – was born. Believe it or not I was able to get a job at the local bank. I did bookkeeping for them. It was a decent job and gave Trina and me both insurance. I still had some medical bills to pay from the pregnancy before I had insurance but the hospital let me make monthly payments.”

“That’s the way it’s been for the last three plus years. Sue, my roommate, and I both kind of take care of Trina. I worked during the day and Sue watched Trina for me. Then I stayed home with Trina at night. I think Trina developed asthma. The doctors prescribed medication for her.”

“About three months ago the bank said they were laying off employees. I was on the list. After I got laid off I went looking for another job. I had to have insurance because of Trina. I was getting unemployment but my insurance stopped. I couldn’t find another job like I had at the bank because I never finished college. I was getting desperate. Trina was getting sicker and I had no way to pay for it. I was scared and worried about my daughter. I didn’t go to children’s services because I remember my life and was afraid they might take Trina from me. She is all that I have.

“The medical bills were mounting and I had to do something. So one day I just looked in the mirror and said to myself, ‘You don’t look so bad. Maybe someone will pay to sleep with you.’ I had to do it for my daughter. Once I got dressed I was scared to death. So out the door I went. That’s all I can tell you.” She started crying again.

“Don’t cry, Peg. Everything is going to work out. Are you hungry? Have you eaten lately?” She shook her head ‘No’ so I called room service and ordered up a couple of sandwiches and a couple of salads. I asked her if she wanted something to drink and she said pop would be fine. So I got her a soda and ordered a couple of beers for myself.”

While we were waiting for room service I flipped on the television to watch a little of the news while I continued to talk to Peggy. She told me she was twenty-three and her daughter Trina was four years old.

While watching the news, they talked about a special outstanding citizen award being given to a Harold Beatty for his contributions to many charities. I looked over at Peggy and watched her face grimace. It was a reflex reaction. She didn’t say anything.

I turned off the TV when there was a knock on the door. It was my friend Rob, a hotel employee bringing up our food. I asked him how everything was going next door and he laughed saying he heard a lot of moaning and groaning going on. I reminded him to call me in the morning before the room was cleaned. He said, “Yes, sir” as I gave him a large tip for bringing our food.

Peggy asked me what that was all about so I told her the truth. I was running surveillance for a client and needed to complete my work first thing in the morning. It was getting late and I asked Peggy if she wanted to spend By Casino Giriş the night. I didn’t want to send her out this late at night. I told her she could have the bed and I would take the couch which turned into a bed. She asked if she could call her friend Sue and make sure Trina was alright.

I could hear her on the phone. Sue said, “You did it, didn’t you”

Peggy said, “Kind of. I’ll tell you about it in the morning. Is Trina alright?”

Sue replied, “I gave her the medication and told her you would see her tomorrow and she went right to sleep. Are you going to sleep with the guy?”

“I said I’ll talk to you tomorrow, now good night,” I could almost hear her smile.

After we finished eating, Peggy went and cleaned up. While she was in the bathroom, I jotted down a few notes and names. I had to make sure Peggy was being honest with me if I was going to help her. When she came out of the bathroom, she had on one of my long tee shirts and asked if it was alright for her to wear it. I smiled and said the tee shirt never had it so good. The funny thing was it was true. I went in the bathroom and took a shower. When I came out, Peggy was fast asleep. She looked like an angel lying there sleeping. God, I hope she was telling me the truth. I really wanted to help her.

The next morning I got up early. Peggy was still fast asleep. I left her a big note that told her that she better still be there when I got back. I took off to a local Wal-Mart that was open twenty-four hours. I went into the ladies section and bought her a blouse, a pair of jeans, a package of bikini underwear and a pair of girl’s sneakers. Then I went to the cosmetic counter and bought her ‘White Diamonds’ cologne, and a tube of lipstick that I thought would look good on her. Then I remembered I forgot the bra and went back and picked that up also. I bought an overnight bag to put everything in and headed back to the motel.

As I opened the door I could hear her in the shower. She was actually singing. She had a nice voice. I could picture her sitting with her daughter and singing to her. I heard the shower stop and a minute or so later the bathroom door opened. I guess I scared her at first because she let out a little scream. She was standing there with a bath towel wrapped around her. Damn, she looked sexy.

I handed her the overnight bag and she asked me what it was. I told her it was clothes because I wasn’t going to take her out to breakfast looking like a hooker. She took the bag and walked back into the bathroom. She came out a few minutes later smiling and asked me how I knew her sizes.

I told her when I went to the bathroom the night before, her clothes were all over the place. Her bra, panties and blouse from the night before all had size tags on them along with her shoes. I guessed at the jeans according to her skirt. The cologne and lipstick I picked because I liked them.

She thanked me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then she asked me, “What happens now?”

I told her we would go to breakfast and then we had to come back to the room and as soon as I finished my business I would see she got home.

After returning from breakfast, I had to say I totally enjoyed her company. Dressed in jeans she could have passed for my daughter. She was one pretty girl and smelled great. She smiled at me all through breakfast. I went next door and retrieved my tapes. By the look of the room my client’s wife and her boss had an all nighter. I would take the tapes to my client later.

I asked Peggy if she had a car and drove to the motel the night before. She laughed and said her car was so old it would be a classic if it looked better and ran good. It was just an old rust bucket that helped her get around.

As we were getting ready to leave the room she offered me my three hundred dollars back. She said she never earned it.

I told her she did so. I offered her three hundred dollars if she would spend the night with me and all she had to do was talk and I told her she did plenty of that. Again with the tears in her eyes. She was a regular tear making machine.

We got into my Mercedes and I drove her home. She lived in a trailer court not too far from the heart of town. As I drove her home I asked her to promise me that she would never try the hooker scheme again. I gave her my card and told her to call me if she needed anything. Otherwise I would contact her in a couple of days and she should hold tight and everything would be alright.

As she was getting out she gave me a big hug and kissed me on the lips this time, thanking me over and over for helping her. Then there were the tears as she grabbed her overnight bag and went into the house.

I stopped by my office to make a couple of calls. I got hold of one of my contacts and told her to find out anything she could about a few names that I had. Peggy Sue Williams, Tim Addy and Harold Beatty, I wanted anything she can find at all. I asked her to please keep it under wraps and get back to me as soon as possible. Then I called my client and told him I had some tapes to give him confirming that his wife was having an affair and the tapes should be all the proof he needed. We set up a meeting for later that day.

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About 8 years ago, when we were in our early 40s, my wife and I went for a walk through a small forest near my son’s elementary school. It was an early summer evening, so school was out, but there were two groups of adults playing softball in the school yard. We could hear their yelling and the occasional “ping” of the aluminum bats.

My wife is an attractive brunette, 5’5″ with blue eyes, a great smile, and a delightful English accent. Sex has always been a source of great pleasure for both of us. And I constantly argue with myself as to whether I prefer her breasts or her ass – it’s a close call! I have brown hair and blue eyes as well, and about 5’11”.

This small forest is a regular trek for locals, walking dogs or just exercising. But on this night, my wife had more than a leisurely stroll in mind. We occasionally stopped along the trails, kissing, and I took advantage whenever I could for a quick squeeze of her wonderful breasts through her thin bra and shirt. She prefers to wear a bra (not my preference!), but they are always thin, soft, and sheer. Her large areolas are pale pink, and except for the summer when we did some nude sunbathing (another story?), her skin is ByCasino a wonderful milky white, and so incredibly soft. Her breasts, while not huge, are a nice, round handful, and certainly more than a challenge for any mouth! And my wife has never objected to a discreet squeeze or fondle, anywhere or anytime.

On this night, her breasts were particular sensitive, and I noticed a definite degree of arousal each time I enjoyed them. “Just my luck not to be at home where we could really enjoy this,” I thought.

We soon arrived near the school, behind a clump of trees and bushes, where we could easily see the softball players through the leaves. We resumed kissing and fondling, with my hand now inside her shirt, and a couple of buttons undone. Inside her bra, I soon found my goal, her nipple stiffening with every stroke of my fingers, her breast warm and yielding to my touch. Her mouth opened and her tongue shot excitedly into my mouth. I continued gently squeezing her tits, and running my thumb across her nipple. My hand soon moved down, untucking her shirt, and moving into the front of her skimpy G-string. A sudden moan escaped from her as I found her very wet pussy and By Casino slid my fingers easily into that heavenly flesh between her thighs. She moved her legs a bit further apart, allowing me the true luxury of moving my finger in and out of her slick pussy; her soft, brown pubic hair damp with her own moisture. My other hand now moved behind her, squeezing her ass cheeks and pulling her closer to me and onto my finger, now pumping more and more rapidly into her cunt. In her ear, I told her how beautiful, sexy, and exciting a woman she really was. And my finger kept moving into that wonderful, warm, wet flesh.

A loud “ping” announced a well-hit ball from the playing field, and we realized that the centre fielder was now chasing that ball towards us! At that point, we could only do one thing, continue my finger-fuck, and hope the centre fielder didn’t see us through the bushes. Play continued, both on the field and in the bushes.

My wife then unbuckled my jeans, and pulled out my circumsized cock, the dark pink head gratefully responding to its full splendour. Bending over, she hungrily put it in her mouth, and I then realized, much to my astonishment and excitement, By Casino Giriş that my 40-ish wife, with her shirt open, and her pants falling, was about to give me a blow job in my son’s school yard, within shouting distance of about 40 people, on a popular local walking trail.

Needless to say, our usual rather noisy lovemaking had to be toned down, but my cock didn’t know that! All it knew was the familiar exquisite pleasure of the lips, tongue, and wet mouth of my willing wife. I looked down, her pink full lips grasping my shaft, and her blue eyes flashing up at me saying – give it to me! I ran my hands down her back, playing with the smooth flesh of the cheeks of her fabulous ass, her flimsy blue panties now around her ankles.

I then placed my hands on the back of her head – as much as to keep myself standing as anything else – and ran them through her gorgeous soft brown hair. And those blue eyes! I pumped her mouth a few more times – and stifling my usual loud grunts – spurted my come into her warm wet mouth. She rose, and I was proud to kiss her and share our love. Then, remembering the ballplayers, we quickly dressed, with sheepish but pleasant smiles on our faces.

Some of my come had also landed on the ground – and whenever we walk that trail and pass by that spot, another smile crosses my face as I remember the time that the fantastic woman that I call my wife, gave me a schoolyard blowjob.

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Even when you’re small and flaccid, I love to touch you. I like the way your penis flops, lifeless; just a mass of skin and tissue, never hinting at the vivacity it will take on as my fingers coax it, running over the folds and wrinkles, pushing in to the soft sponginess.

I want to feel those textures on my tongue.

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You have swelled slightly now, I think. Perhaps it is the way I am holding you. Like those balloons the clowns twist, if you squeeze at one end, it gets bigger at the other. You wince as I tell you this and I laugh wickedly. But the texture is not a balloon. Swirling my tongue around you, I use my whole head to get up underneath, pull you up, ByCasino and then… let you drop.

I smile.

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Nothing can compare to the smooth tautness of an erect cock. You marvel at the silkiness of my lower legs, but they are rough when contrasted with the lustrous sleekness of your shaft and crown. Your veins emerge, creating relief in the velvet terrain as I wrap my tongue around you, breathe hot, moist air upon you and caress you with my lips.

Once dormant, once inert, your dick becomes more animated, twitching, bobbing. I watch its reactions as I gently stroke the inside top of your thighs, digging my long nails into your flesh when you least expect it, trailing one fingernail down towards your balls. My feather-light touch elicits a sharp intake of breath and a matching jerk from your cock. I repeat the performance and try to catch the tip of your manhood with my tongue.

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I hear you moan.

As my lips and tongue consume you, I moan too. God, I love sucking you. I love to pleasure you. I love the power I have. I love the taste and the textures. It is not a chore, nor a duty, nor an expectation I feel I should fulfil. It is as much a delight for me as it is for you.

I begin to gently massage your balls against your shaft as I pump up and down on you, sucking, tonguing, raking my teeth gently on your skin. I can taste your precum now, mixing with my saliva. Mmmm, the taste of you, the taste of your desire. I know the time will soon come when we will have to choose which pleasure we pursue. To feel you By Casino Giriş hard in my hands and my mouth makes me ache to have you inside me. But I also want to taste your cum on my tongue, to share it with you.

For now I continue to feast upon you. My mouth is open, my tongue swirling around your length, my head circling to accomplish the movement. Now, my lips are clamped firmly around you, sinking down, down, down and down, pulling firmly up, up, up. I look at you through my lashes as I sink down again, further, further, further. Your head falls back as I reach the bottom, and my lips squeeze you as I smile.

Faster now, I pump your piston. Your hips begin to move rhythmically. You have made your choice. My right hand strokes you, twisting slightly, moving up and down in time with my mouth. I pause to wet my left forefinger and resume my ministrations to your cock as I work my finger round your anus and gently push in.

You tense and groan.

I glance up at you. Your eyes meet mine. This is no porn-movie moment. I want to see you cum. I want to share in your moment of ultimate pleasure. But I cannot hold your gaze just now. A little more coaxing, a little more beckoning, a little more stroking. Yes, I can feel your balls contracting now, can feel you start to swell. I look at you again as I hold my lips tight around you and continue to pump my hand. Your eyes are wide, your pupils climbing higher, your mouth muttering obscenities before you roar, as I know you will.

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Kiss me, lover. Kiss me deeply and taste yourself on me. Let’s share this pleasure as we do all others.

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Jackie had returned home refreshed and exhilarated after a hiking weekend with her students. The whole experience had been rewarding for her and character building for the girls. It had been refreshing and interesting to spend so much time with them. She realised how quickly they were growing up now they were sixth-formers. She had tried to treat them as adults and she found it stimulating.

Now when she took the girls for hockey practice she was seeing them in a different light as if the weekend had opened her eyes. She noticed their curves as they changed into their kit, how their breasts were developing, how their bottoms had become that little bit more pert. They even seemed to walk with more of a swing of the hips than before. She checked herself one day when she found herself studying Samantha Harper in the changing rooms as she dressed for another session in the field. She had almost gone into a daydream as the girl pulled on her slightly too short hockey skirt, which just revealed the crease between her bum and the back of her legs. Sam had a perfect figure; long shapely legs; a firm bust and long, flowing blonde hair. Joanne Cole, a slightly mischievous student had noticed the teacher staring.

‘Hey Sammy, I reckon Miss Lovedon’s into you’.

‘Don’t be silly’, retorted Sam, Miss aint like that’.

‘Well she looked like she was giving you a good once over to me when you were getting changed’.

‘Nah, I don’t believe it’.

‘I’m telling you Sam, she was looking at you like those builders look at us when we walk to school.’

‘Still think you must be mistaken, Miss Lovedon aint a lezzer.’

Joanne shrugged her shoulders and the girls followed by Jackie trotted onto the hockey field for the game.

After about ten minutes there was a robust challenge between Sam and a somewhat chunky girl — Helen. Sam went tumbling over and cried out as she fell against her stick. Jackie ran over to see if she was OK. Sam was now lying prone, face upwards.

‘This is not rugby Helen, don’t go in like the cavalry on those tackles alright?’

The fat girl had a look on her face somewhere between triumph and contrition.

Jackie turned her attention to the injured party.

‘I think you’ll have a nasty bruise there that’s all’

She rubbed Sam’s leg gently, which was red and grazed. Her skin was soft like silk. She paused and looked the girl in the eye, who stared back and gulped. There was some spark at that moment, a feeling that Sam couldn’t understand. Jackie’s hand had strayed away from the grazed area and had involuntarily moved to the inner thigh, which she stroked tenderly.

Jackie became flushed and pulled her hand away. Sam got up, feeling a little awkward.

‘OK, I’ll be alright Miss thanks’.

She looked back towards her teacher with an uncertain smile as she ran back to her position.

After the game Sam thought about what Joanne had said to her. Could it be true that her tutor had the hots for her? She had no inclination of any sexual feelings towards her own gender, yet she didn’t feel disgusted by it. She had only been sexually active with guys for eight months anyway, but she was sure she was straight. Or she thought she was sure. She was shocked when Jackie had stroked her leg in the way she had. The thing is, it felt good and that confused her.

Jackie spent the afternoon at home preparing her dinner, her thoughts occupied by the events of the afternoon. Jackie had never been attracted by another girl, never mind one seven years her junior and one within her care at that. Her feelings concerned her, and she couldn’t quite come to terms with them. It was like she was on the beginning of a mystery journey. In one way she wanted to stop, but in another way couldn’t wait to see what was round the corner. For now she would be cool and just see what happened. However, she was only too aware of her responsibilities and duties as a teacher and realised that she couldn’t let any human frailties get in their way.

It was Friday morning and Jackie was ready for the weekend. She had no hockey training till the following week and so wouldn’t have any need to come into contact with Sam. Perhaps that was not a bad thing, it would give her time to stand back and think it through. Perhaps she would ring her friend Stephen in the evening and ask his opinion. She knew he was one she could confide in and had been there for her in the past when her marriage broke up.

Her intentions to let things cool though, didn’t quite work out. She was in her study mid morning picking the following week’s netball team for the home match when there was a knock on the door.

‘Yes’.

The door opened. It was Sam.

‘Oh hi Sam, how’s the leg? This is Sahabet a surprise what can I do for you?’

‘It’s fine Miss, just a bit sore. Miss Ferguson asked me to bring you this, you left it in the staff room.’

Sam handed Jackie a small book. It was about diet and fitness. The tutor did not want to get too chatty with her student. She was still troubled from the previous day, but now here was the source of her problems standing before her. Sam’s blonde hair caught the light from the study window and her bright blue eyes seemed to sparkle. Jackie was suddenly mesmerised by the girl’s radiance. There was an awkward silence as both wondered what to say next.

‘Sorry Sam, I’m so busy I was miles away. Thanks. I was reading it earlier and must have left it behind.’

Sam could have just left but felt the urge to stay. She was suddenly fascinated by her Games Teacher and wanted to get some more evidence for Joanne’s claims that Miss Lovedon was into her. Jackie was herself an attractive woman. Nearly 25, she had just past shoulder-length brunette hair, with brown-green eyes and a fair complexion. She was not as tall as many of the girls and was certainly two inches shorter than Sam.

‘Miss Lovedon, I’ve been thinking, I’d quite like to get into PE when I leave in the summer, would I need to do lots of theory?’

‘Oh that’s nice to hear. Yes you bet. There’s three years of books and studying. It’s not just a question of playing games, you’ve got all the stuff on diet, physiology, sports science. It’s come on in the last few years too. That’s what this book’s for so I can keep up to date on the latest ideas’.

Then Sam took a chance. She rubbed her leg and winced.

‘Is it still sore?’ asked Jackie.

‘Yes Miss, I hope it’s alright. What do you think, should it be that colour?’

‘I’ll have a quick look if you like?’.

Jackie’s face flushed as soon as the words left her lips. They were not on the sports field now. Sam was wearing her uniform and her grey, pleated skirt finished half way up her thighs, but still a few inches below the graze.

‘OK Miss’.

Sam stepped towards where Jackie was sitting and lifted up the hem of her skirt. She deliberately lifted it up unnecessarily high, so that as well as revealing her legs, from where Jackie was sitting she could see the bottom of the ‘V’ of her panties.

The tutor looked at the graze, which was bruised red and blue. She put her hand on the girl’s leg and stroked the affected area. Her flesh was soft and warm. Jackie stared at the girl’s white panties and could see the cleft of her pussy lips pressing against them. Without thinking, her hand strayed up the inside of Sam’s leg until it became trapped between the top of her thighs, which were hot to the touch.

Sam knew her tutor had no need to put her hand where she had, but rather than feeling shocked or scared, she found she liked it and parted her legs slightly and pulled up her skirt a little further.

‘Will it leave a scar Miss?’

Jackie was suddenly shocked and pulled her hand away, feeling she had been led into an indiscretion. She was red with embarrassment.

‘I’m sorry Sam, I wasn’t thinking’.

‘It’s OK Miss I liked it. I don’t know why I liked it but I did. Do you like me Miss?’

‘You know I like you Sam’.

‘Yes, but I mean really like me’.

Jackie wasn’t quite sure what to say. She liked Sam, in fact she suddenly felt an amazing craving for her young body. She stood up and looked Sam in the eye.

‘I guess you know then’, said the teacher.

She had been fighting with her emotions but now felt things were out of her control and knew she had no way of resisting them.

‘We can’t stay here, but I think we need to talk.’

‘I could meet you in Ormond Park tomorrow if you like’, suggested Sam. ‘We could have a picnic by the river and chat.’

Sam now knew her tutor fancied her, but unlike Jackie she was not wrestling with any emotions or feelings of doubt. She would take the initiative and see where it led.

Jackie was surprised by this forward suggestion, but felt it was too tempting to turn down.

‘I’m not sure Sam, but it’s a nice idea, I guess it can’t do any harm. Where would we meet?’

‘By the swan statue at 11? I’ll tell my Mum I’m meeting one of the girls and she’ll do some sandwiches and cake. I’ll sneak a bottle of wine from the cellar too.’

Jackie suddenly felt this was not such a good idea but the horse was out of the stable now and she felt there was no going back.

‘OK Sam. Tomorrow at 11 by the Swan’.

The next morning Sam was full of anticipation. She had sneaked down early to get the white wine and hid it in her rucksack along with the Sahabet Giriş food her mother had prepared for her picnic. She didn’t know what to expect or how things might turn out and it was that not knowing, which she found most exciting.

Jackie on the other hand was juggling with her emotions and felt a mixture of excitement and a little trepidation. She didn’t really understand how things had got to this point but felt that something had been awakened in her. She felt she was still straight but knew for sure that she was very into Sam. Maybe it was because she was so hot with her gorgeous athletic figure and angelic features. It wouldn’t have been so bad if she wasn’t one of the girls. Was she ready to cross that line? She was aware that her friend Stephen had done so with apparent impunity, but maybe he had been lucky. She would have liked to have discussed her predicament with him but felt she wanted to keep it to herself. If she was to have an affair with one of her students it would need to stay private. It was 10:40 and Jackie set out for the park.

She was a couple of minutes late. Sam was there already wearing a pink tie-up shoulder strap top and a white skirt, with fishtail hem. Where she stood a ray of sun shone through the trees, illuminating her lovely long legs. Jackie’s heart began to beat faster as she approached the girl.

‘Hi Sam, sorry I’m late, I misjudged how far it was.’

‘That’s alright Miss, I’ve only been here a few minutes. You look different not in your tracksuit Miss.’

‘Oh how?’

‘I don’t know sort of younger’.

‘Oh OK thanks. Bye the way it’s OK for you to call me Jackie out of school’.

‘Jackie it is — OK’.

‘Where shall we go then Sam?’

I know a nice area by the river under a big Weeping Willow, it’s nice and quiet there. I’ve sat there before and watched fish jump from the water; it’s cool’.

The girls walked along the sandy paths towards the river. It was a fresh but warm spring day. Birds were singing everywhere and little flurries of pink and white blossom fluttered in the breeze. Some had formed pastel carpets on the path.

‘It’s this way Jackie, down that slope, you see it’s really secluded there’.

‘Yes that looks nice and private’.

Jackie wondered why she had said private, but she knew she didn’t want to be disturbed. She felt an intense closeness to Sam, which was growing by the minute.

‘You seem very mature out of school, I wouldn’t have guessed you were in sixth form if I saw you out.’

‘Maybe it’s being out of uniform. I hate wearing it, I feel stifled. I like to be able to express myself.’

‘I know what you mean Sam but it’s the policy and I kind of understand it. It’s about discipline.’

‘What have you got in the rucksack?’ Asked Jackie, changing the subject abruptly.

Sam opened the bag and pulled out a cooler packet.

‘I’ve got the wine in here, and I’ve got some cheese and beetroot sandwiches and some cup cakes.’

‘How did you know I liked cheese and beetroot!?’

Sam beamed a big smile.

‘I didn’t, there my favourite too, so you just got lucky’.

The girls ate their picnic, drank some wine and chatted about life and holidays.

Jackie was wearing a short blue denim skirt and a light blue blouse. After she had eaten she stood up to bat the crumbs from her lap. She stood just inches from Sam and the younger girl leant back on her palms and could just see up her tutor’s skirt. Sam moved to a kneeling position. Looking up at Jackie, she placed a hand on her leg and gradually slid it upwards.

‘It was nice when you did this Miss — sorry — Jackie, do you like it too?’

Jackie felt a rush of excitement and uncertainty, but the wine had lowered her inhibitions. She took Sam’s hand and guided it further up until her student’s index finger was resting against the black silk of her panties.

‘It’s lovely Sam, you’ve got the lightest of touch.’

The younger girl took this as a green light and now wanted to explore her sexuality. She pushed her fingers against the fabric and rubbed the labia, which were already slightly puffy at being touched in this way. Sam rubbed rhythmically against her pussy. Her fingers suddenly pushed past the fabric and into Jackie’s rapidly moistening quim.

Sam stopped and looked up.

‘I’ve never done this before Jackie’.

Jackie knelt down beside Sam and stroked her beautifully long blonde hair.

‘You’re so beautiful Sam, I want to kiss you.’

Now it was Sam’s turn to feel nervous. She licked her lips.

‘Yes, please kiss me’.

They both closed their eyes, Jackie gently stroking the girl’s hair as their lips met. It was a soft and gentle smooch. This Sahabet Güncel Giriş was like nothing either had experienced before. They were in heaven. They parted briefly and stared into each other’s eyes. The next kiss, began slowly, but quickly became more passionate as Jackie let her tongue delve into Sam’s mouth, the student responding instantly.

Without disengaging from the kiss Sam put her hand down to Jackie’s blouse and began fondling her breasts. She was wearing a soft, low cut bra. The two girls were now breathless as the kiss became hotter and hotter, each girl feeling uncontrolled waves of desire. Sam was the first to break for air. Her young face was flushed pink and she was trembling.

‘I want you Miss.’

Jackie put her hand on Sam’s skirt and traced her hand inside and up her leg, making a B-line for her panties. Sam stood up. Lifting her skirt a little she pulled her panties down and threw them on the grass. With Jackie still kneeling, Sam walked up to her tutor and stood with her pussy level with Jackie’s face. Jackie studied her lips, which had a fine border of golden hair. Sam had a divine, clean scent and without any hesitation Jackie pushed her face into her pussy and rolled her tongue over her clitty and along the inner labia.

Sam let out a little squeal of pleasure and put her hands around Jackie’s head pushing her against her ever moistening pudenda.

‘Oh Jackie, oh Miss Lovedon! That’s beautiful, oh aah!

Sam stood there, her young body quivering and covered with goose bumps as her Games Mistress turned lover, gave her the best orgasm of her life…

It was Monday morning and the bright, sunny weather of the weekend had been replaced by drizzle and grey clouds. It was typical Monday weather as Sam made her way to college, still on a high from the events of Saturday morning. She was full of sexual exuberance and for her this was part of her right of passage. She had tried it with guys and now she had been with a girl. She felt good about herself. She knew she was beautiful and sexy. She felt powerful.

She made a detour on her first break in the hope of bumping into Jackie. Jackie was alone in the gymnasium setting up some hurdles for indoor practise as the rain had become torrential making it pointless to train outside.

Sam pushed open the swing doors and entered the gym. She hated the smell of the place. It had a sweaty, rubbery smell and she turned her nose up.

Jackie looked up and smiled broadly.

‘Sam! Didn’t expect to see you here, is everything OK?’

‘Yes Miss Lovedon’.

Sam gave a wry smile and winked at the tutor.

‘I just wanted to see how you felt after Saturday. No regrets? You seemed happy when we parted’.

‘I am happy Sam, but we have to keep this out of school. I think we should cool it. If we let our feelings spill into here there could be problems for both of us, but mainly for me. You know I could get into big trouble. Many people don’t see the different shades that exist in the real world and they would say, “tutor plus student equals abuse”‘.

‘Abuse! That’s stupid you haven’t abused me, I’m eighteen!’

‘I know, I know, but the law’s not flexible on these things. We have to be careful’.

‘I think a lot of you Miss, I wouldn’t let them hurt you’.

‘Thank you Sam, that’s lovely. I have to crack on now, I’ll see you tomorrow for training’.

Sam looked a little deflated.

‘When will I see you again properly?’

‘Erm, I’m not sure.’

‘Oh, you do want to see me again?’ said Sam apprehensively.

‘Of course I do’, replied Jackie but I’m not sure it’s a good idea.’

‘WHY!!!’ she screamed, ‘I love you Miss!’

‘Sam, for heaven’s sake!’

‘I’m sorry’, said Sam soto voce.

‘Please don’t just leave things like this, I love you.’

‘It was wonderful on Saturday, the best sex, I’ve ever had, but you have to see sooner or later someone will find out and I’ll get the sack and probably nicked!’

Tears began to roll down Sam’s cheeks.

‘Oh Sam come here darling’.

The tutor hugged her charge, not knowing what to do. The girl was sobbing uncontrollably. For a while Jackie just held her tight.

‘Sam, Sammy, listen please.’

The girl rubbed her eyes and sniffed.

‘What?’

‘Please try to understand, what we’ve done isn’t wrong, but it can’t go on like this. You’ve got your exams soon. It’s April now and you leave in June. You will be nineteen and free. Can you wait two months? I want you to get good marks. The day you leave this place I want you to burn your uniform and give me a call. Is that a deal?’

‘Really?’

‘Really. I want you too, but it can’t be here, not now. Once you’re not my student, well that’s different.’

‘Oh Jackie! I mean Miss Lovedon.’

The two giggled loudly. Suddenly there were more girls’ voices in the corridor and they curtailed their embrace.

‘June?’

‘June!’

Sam smiled a broad smile and walked out into the rain a happy young woman.

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I hate the final thirty minutes of a plane ride. It feels like an eternity in those thirty minutes and you’re waiting to make hard contact with the ground. What people don’t usually know about planes is that there are two times where there’s a slightly high probability of a crash. Taking off and Landing.

The take off always makes my heart flutter. Sometimes, I squeeze the seat so hard my knuckles white, sometimes, like this time I have a charming good looking man to help get me distracted. But the landing is worse. Because no matter what its hard contact. Nothing you can do.

“You look pale, you okay?” This stranger asked me. He had nice soft chocolate eyes, smooth skin, and a thin wiry frame hidden behind a suit. He was on some sort of business trip, mine was pleasure. He was handsome, and another time I’d probably be interested.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply looking up at him. “I just don’t like planes.”

He smiled, showing nice straight teeth. “I understand, my sister used to be afraid of them.”

“Used too?”

“Yeah, she became a Buddhist and evidentially it made her like super zen.”

I snorted, unattractively. “So all I have to do is change everything about me and I won’t be afraid. Thanks for the help.” I laugh and smile into his eyes to show I’m not afraid.

“If it’d help, you can squeeze my hand.”

I look at his soft palm and at his eyes. Another time, another place. “Sorry, I got a…”

“Boyfriend,” He sighed looking me up and down. “All the good girls do. He’s a lucky guy.”

“Who says I’m good.” I want to say but I don’t. Different time, different place.

The only reason I’m flying is cause of him. Him is Jay my longtime boyfriend. He’s in the army and stationed across the country. I met him a few years back at a bar in our hometown and it just clicked. One of those, oh you, where you both knew it would happen. We hooked up that night but we didn’t have sex.

That’s another thing you learn as a woman, if you really like someone you make him earn it. Throwaway sex is fun, but if you want to see where it goes, you can’t just give it up, you got to wait, make him earn it, make him remember you. Leave him frustrated, he’ll only think about you.

We kissed, and he got naked where I was introduced to his beautiful cock. 7 inches, straight and proportional it was beautiful. But I didn’t let him take off my panties. No matter how good his tongue was, no matter how nice his hands felt, no matter that he just wanted to “feel it for like a second” my panties stayed on.

He texted me immediately after that, telling me how much he enjoyed himself. I texted back and I was worried that’d be it. But we talked and talked well into the night and every day. Talking, texting sometimes sexual, sometimes just interesting stuff about our lives. What I do, Architect, What he does, Soldier. What movies we love, Field of Dreams, Him, Anchorman. Sometimes it’d turn sexual, sometimes not, but we let it smolder sometimes burn, but mostly kept it on edge until “he just had to see me”. And he came to see me.

We made love. Sweet, hard, awkward first time love. The kind where you enjoy it but, you know it’s just an appetizer, to what’s next, to what else there is. You know that there’s so much more to explore.

And explore we did. Every time we visited it got hotter and better. We played little games. Made little rules for each other. No panties dinnertime, Suit Thursdays (Suits do something to me, sue me), but it was always the inevitable. Where he’d be in me and I’d be under him looking up at him.

My 36C breasts bouncing, my thin tummy squeezing and contracting, my tight little shaved pussy squeezing his cock as he fucked me, my light brown hair thrown back providing a halo around me. My blue eyes staring into his. He’d look down at me as his cock slid deliciously into me and he rubbed my clit. I kissed him and he kissed back. Lovely.

And now I’m wet. I think helplessly. I smile awkwardly at Brown Hair handsome stranger as our plane lands and we head out. Sahabet No baggage to claim as we only have a weekend and I plan on spending as much time with him as possible.

As I exit the terminal I see him and I can’t help but break out into a big grin. He smiles at me and brings me in. His strong arms, slight beer gut, and 2 days scruff holds me tight. He has a four day weekend starting and had CQ yesterday so he’s off today, so really a 5 day weekend. I just finished working on a project for 25 days straight no break, I told my boss I wasn’t coming in Thursday or Friday and he said we owe you one. So here I am. 4 days with him. Nothing better.

We kiss his hands finding their way to my hips and my hands around his neck. We don’t make out so much as melt into one another. I love this man in that head over heels way I think sometimes rashly. I haven’t said it because I don’t know how he’d take it. It’s sometimes scary. Sometimes beautiful. Every time exhilarating.

We move out to the car where he slides his hands up my thigh underneath the dress. One of our rules. He slides his hand up to right between my thighs and I let out a moan. We both do 5 days of no masturbation before seeing one another. Another one of our rules. It’s sexy and I’m wet.

He mutters feeling my soft boyshorts type of panties and mutters huskily “Tsk, tsk, tsk. What do we have here?” He lightly plays with my pussy outside my shorts.

He mutters into my ear. “I’m disappointed, you know the rules.” I do, but I don’t abide this one for two reason. One no panties on a plane is gross, two there is nothing sexier than him pulling my panties off and leaving me exposed, but only exposed for him. So sexy.

He slides them off and we kiss in his car as he fingers my pussy. I squeeze his thick bulge and he moans just as I do. Fuck this man drives me crazy.

He pulls away looking at me. “Let’s go eat first. And then…” He looks me up and down like a wolf. “Dessert.”

I smile up at him and sink back into my seat. I want to jump his fucking bones right now, but I’ll relax. I’m a lady after all.

We make it to dinner and talk some more. My foot gently rubs his leg. The little contacts is what makes me smile, or own private conversation, with both body and words, it makes me smirk.

“So… I’ve been thinking.”

“Yes.” My foot rubs lightly on his leg and I feel so sexy right now in a dress, ready for him ready to kiss him, to do things to him and be done to me.

“I got another rule.”

“Oh?” I like this game. “Let me hear it?”

“Okay,” his hand slides down and starts to play with my foot lightly, light touches only. “The only way my cock is going inside you is with no condom.”

I sigh. We’ve done this before a couple times. Twice actually. Once for his birthday and once a drunk night where we couldn’t find a condom. Each time I took Plan B. “Plan B is pretty expensive baby.”

He smiles sheepishly. “We won’t need it.”

“Why not?”

“Let’s make a bet.”

“What bet?” I feel myself tensing nervously.

“I want to cum in you baby.”

“Babe, I’m not on birth control-“

“Let me finish babe.” He looks me deep in the eyes to illustrate his point. “I want to cum in you, if you get pregnant, you move here and we get married. If you don’t we keep doing long distance and we try again next time.” He smiles at me in that cocksure way he has.

But I’m fuming.

“Is making a family a game to you?”

“What, no-“

“If I get pregnant, then what? You could just not talk to me again. You could just get up and leave and then leave me, a single mom, with a little baby.” I feel my eyes start to sting a little bit. “You just want to feel good for two minutes-“

“A little more than two minutes-“

“How do I know you’ll stay? You just say stuff like marriage and family. You don’t know the first thing about family.”

He grabs my hand and I pull it away. I’m actually mad. The selfishness of him. Just a huge decision like this and he just says it’s happening. Fuck that.

He Sahabet Giriş looks at me with those stupid puppy dog eyes of his. “Will you listen to me for a minute please?”

I sigh angrily. “What?”

“Listen, I’ve been thinking. This long distance sucks, I mean really sucks. I miss you all the time and the time together is great but, I just can’t deal with the distance. It sucks. This way we let the fates decide.” He sees my unsure eyes and nervousness. “We can forget all about it don’t worry about it. Scout’s honor.” He smiles at me.

I smile unsure about him.

We finish the rest of the meal in relative silence. My thoughts a scatter. Thinking of crazy thoughts, feeling my stomach lightly. Am I ready to be a mom? What security is there? He can be deployed next week. He’s in the military. He’s loyal. How do I know him?

Do I even love him? I think crazily. Yes. My heart says staring at him as he drives his shitty little car. He doesn’t have any pride in inanimate objects, another reason I love him. I look at his face studying him. He looks over and notices me staring. “What?” He says looking over at me.

“I need a guarantee.”

“Of what?”

“You.”

He smiles and looks at me. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“But, how do I know you’ll call me once I’m back.”

“Have I ever not called you?”

“No, but…”

He squeezes my thigh lightly. “I’m not going anywhere. God himself would have to make me leave.”

I look up at him. “That’s just words.”

“Listen, if you’re not comfortable with it just forget about it. We’ll just drop it okay?”

“Fine.”

I am still in my own world. Thinking about all the options, all the possibilities as the nervousness dries my pussy. Anxiety clawing at my skin. And when he tries to play with me I push his hand away. I lost it. We get to the hotel room and I kiss him chastely as I take a shower thinking about making a baby with this man.

Thinking about everything, overanalyzing the possibilities and feeling the nervous ball of energy in my gut swell. We get into bed and he tries to start something but, it’s not there. I smile lightly kiss him on the cheek and roll over.

He sighs. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

He snores slightly almost immediately asleep. He had texted me before about how tired he was, and I sit there in his arms comfortable and still nervous. I’m always nervous. Always terrified. It’s a pit in the bottom of my stomach twisting around anxiously.

And then he squeezes me and I sink into him moaning lightly. Just the comfort. I feel his face with scruff on me and it’s sexy. Just him. His body, his hands, even him in those ugly boxers is sexy to me. His hands squeeze me and I feel his erection rising against my ass. His smell intoxicates me as it always does. My hips instinctively press back against him enjoying the feeling.

I notice after what felt like 5 minutes of enjoying his smell and comfort that I need to pee. I slide under his arms and slide into the hotel bathroom and I relieve myself. I finish and I stand up and look in the mirror.

I smile in spite of myself as I look at myself in my pajama pants and tank top. I still feel so nervous. He wants me pregnant. He wants to make a family with me, yet it’s just words. How do I know if he’s serious? I sigh as I wash my hands. You never know with guys. Their cocks say something different then their brains do.

I leave the light open as I look over and see Jay laying there. Content and beautiful. How is he so sure? His lips and his eyes and I think about him and I think about me. How does he know that it’d workout?

He doesn’t. A voice in my head says. Did you know the plane was going to land? No. But you’re here anyway, aren’t you.

I look at him and in that moment I know what I’m going to do. I go into the dresser and pull out one of his Tshirts he brought and I pull off my clothes and slide just the shirt over me enjoying the way the air deliciously kisses my tender lips. I feel myself get wetter Sahabet Güncel Giriş as I look at him and I walk over to him.

I slide into bed and face him kissing him on the neck lightly as I look at him. I whisper lightly into his ear licking it slightly “Jay, Jay, I want to talk.”

His eyes opened lightly half lidden. “What’s up babe?”

I pull his hand and slight it between my thighs letting him feel the wetness that he caused me. His eyes lighten slightly. He plays gingerly with my pussy causing delicious sensations throughout my body. It’s been so long since I’ve felt him. I missed him these last couple months.

“I missed you,” I whisper in his ear. My hand slides down and grasps his hardening cock eliciting a moan from him (that’s one of the sexiest things to me is a man who vocalizes how much things are affecting him).

“I missed you too.” He whispers in my ear as we kiss. Our tongues battling, and our lips meshing with one another. His one hand slides under my shirt squeezing my nipples, as his other teases my pussy.

My hands slide up and I start pulling his boxers down and I feel his skin as he lifts my shirt over my head. I climb on top of him and I start to tease his cock against my opening as I look into his eyes. He lets out a low sexy groan as his hands slide to my hips. I am so wet as his cock slides against me, his hard cock is driving me crazy.

His eyes close and he sighs hard and looks at me. In a hesitant whispering voice he says. “Hold on, let me get a condom.”

I look into his eyes as I’m playing with him. I guess that’s the answer then. “Nah, you’re good.” I slide his bare cock all the way into my pussy bottoming out. We both moan as I feel it nestled snugly against my cervix, me feeling every vein, every inch. I stop to get adjusted and he looks at me in the eyes deeply and I smile and look into his eyes, melting slightly. “Remember the rules?” I said as I started bucking slowly at first, slowly.

“Yeah, I do.” He gives me that cocksure grin and he smacks my ass and slides his other hand up to my face. He puts his thumb in my mouth and I suck it lightly. He slides it down to my clit. “I’m going to fill you up.”

His thumb sends electricity through my pussy. I moan as I slowly ride him, squeezing him every once in a while and hearing him moan in response. His thumb is bringing me closer. Deep in my pussy throughout my body I feel it coming. I lean down and kiss him and slide my lips to his ear. “You’re so deep in me. If you cum in me, there’s no way I’m not getting pregnant. When’s the last time you came?”

He grunts and pulls my ass down and I feel his cock gently touch my cervix causing me to moan. “2 weeks. I was saving for you.”

I moan as I sit up and start moving forwards and backwards around and around. I look down at him, feeling his hard chest, the soft hair on his belly. “I love you.”

He looks up at me pulls me down to him and whispers in my ear. “I love you too.” And he rolls me over and he looks at me as he starts fucking me hard. I start playing with my clit and I can feel my orgasm coming. It’s almost there and then I explode on his cock squeezing him all the while. I feel him close but he doesn’t quite hit that peak with me.

Like every time I cum I need a second to relax as I get very tender. He cuddles with me for a second as I come down from my high. “That was so sexy.” He whispers in my ear as his hard cock is against me, glistening.

“You haven’t cum yet.”

He turns me around and I look into his eyes one last time before everything changes. “Are you sure?” He whispers lustily in my ear.

I slide up into the doggy style position and pull him up with me. “I want it as deep as it can be.” He smacks my ass and enters my well used pussy and starts fucking me hard and fast and I can feel his cock growing inside me as he fucks me hard and fast. I reach underneath me and squeeze his balls and he explodes, I feel it deliciously tickling me from the inside as he cums. I fall onto my stomach as he falls to the side of me. He looks at me and gently rubs my back as we kiss.

“That was sexy.”

I smile at him as the wetness slides down my thighs. “Sexy but messy.”

He smiles at me and kisses me on the lips. “I love you.”

I smile, glad of my decision. “I love you too.”

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Laura stood in front of my bed with her legs crossed, and her pinky finger pressed against her lips. Her sapphire eyes sparkled in the candlelight as she turned her head, and her blonde locks flowed over the shoulders of her black blazer.

She bent over, allowing the tops of her luscious breasts to spill out of the front of her blouse, as she undid the straps of her heels, then stood back up, dragging her fingers over her long tan legs, and the front of her skirt.

She popped the lone button, letting the skirt fall to the ground, and then stepped out of it, kicking off her heels as she slipped off her blazer, and her hands raced to the buttons at the top of her blouse.

I had been so busy following her fingers as they travelled over her body, that it took me a moment to realize that her white lacy panties were crotchless, and her freshly shaven pussy lips were exposed for my viewing pleasure. She popped open the front of her shirt, took it off, and threw it on the floor.

Her soft pink areola and hard nipples were visible through the front of her bra. She pushed them forward, as she reached around the back, and undid the hook. Her hands came forward and cupped her breasts as they fell out in front of me.

She dropped one hand to her crotch, as the other continued to massage her breast, and her fingers twisted her nipple.

As she lifted her chin, her eyes rolled back in their sockets, and her face was alive with pleasure. Her hips began to sway, and her knees trembled, as her fingers twisted over her hood.

She let out a quiet, but very high pitched squeal as she lowered her head and lifted her breast. A shiver ran down her spine as her tongue circled her nipple, and her fingers clawed at her clit.

Moisture gathered around her fingers as she split her lips and then pushed them inside to the first knuckle. Her tits were firm enough, that even when she bent over, they stood out straight as if they were calling to me.

Laura turned around, sliding her panties over her hips. Her ass cheeks were full and round and they spread just far enough for me to see her lower lips open as she bent over again.

She flipped her panties toward me as she backed up and sat down on the Sahabet bed. Her legs were spread wide, so I not only saw her pussy lips but felt like I was staring deep inside her being.

Her whole body had been exposed now, and I had a great full frontal view. She had told me quite often that she spent a lot of time at the gym, but I was still surprised at the muscles rippling through her arms, stomach and thighs.

There was a very noticeable bulge in my pants, and the only thing that was stopping me from lunging forward and ravishing her drop dead figure, were the ropes binding my wrists and ankles to the chair. I tried to get her attention as I choked on the gag she had forced into my mouth, but apparently she wasn’t finished torturing me with her pleasure.

She laid back, bending her knees and bringing one foot up onto the bed, so I could see every inch of her snatch as her fingertips slid up and down the folds between her legs, and brushed over her taint as they twirled around the tightness of her asshole. When her pussy was nice and wet again she plunged a finger inside, moving it in and out as she drove herself, twitching and screaming, to the edge of climax.

I gripped the arm of the chair with my fist, and dug my heels into the carpet as I prepared myself to watch an earth shattering orgasm take place right in front of me, on my bed. She stopped just shy, letting her hands climb to her nipples, and then she stood up.

She strutted toward me seductively, and when she was standing right in front of me, she reached into my pocket. I thought she was digging around for my dick, but instead she pulled out my pocket knife.

She flipped it open, and held the blade against my cheek as she sliced through the gag. Then she knelt down, her face just inches from my rock hard cock as she freed my arms and legs.

She stood up, and I tried to stand too, but she pushed me down firmly with a hand on top of my head. My knees hit the ground hard, but I felt like I was floating somewhere above the clouds.

She pulled me toward her, and the sweet smell surrounded me just moments before I tasted her. I kissed her passionately, letting my tongue explore her lips, and button, before Sahabet Giriş letting it slip into the wetness.

She pushed her hips forward as I nibbled on the tender flesh of her thighs, and then sucked the skin of her pussy lips between my teeth. She moaned as I let my lips wander up the front of her crotch, and my hands reached around to her firm backside.

She grabbed my wrist, lifted me to my feet, ordered me to undress, and then led me to the bed. I wanted to push her forward, mount her from behind, and take her doggy style, but she had other plans.

She lay on her back again, and pulled me on top of her, as she slipped up to the head of the bed. My hands fell onto her breasts, and her mouth rose up to mine.

She stared deep into my eyes, as her fingers searched for my dick, and formed a fist around my shaft. She pulled me forward and guided me inside her.

As wet as she was, She was tighter then I had imagined. I felt her muscles contract, and she squeezed down on my tip as I pushed myself inside her.

She let out a deep moan, and her facial expression turned from casual, to a look of pleasure and discomfort as I rocked back and forth on top of her.

She appeared vulnerable, maybe even a bit scared, as my hips thrust faster and deeper. Her nails tore down my back, leaving a sting as they made their way to my eager butt cheeks.

I felt the first taste of pleasure splash over me as her smooth lining pulled at the soft, under skin of my dick head. I bucked, and a moan escaped from my lips as she clamped down on me again, enveloping my whole member this time.

She trembled below me, and her eyes flickered, as my legs cinched up and started to tire. I pushed through the pain, driving deeper, as she gripped the headboard and let out a scream.

She didn’t even have to tell me she was about to cum, because I could feel her tighten, involuntarily this time, as a rush of warm fluids gushed over my cock and sent a fury rushing through me.

Her expression changed, and each moan seemed to coincide with every thrust as I continued to pound into her. “Please…” She begged.

Her teeth bit into my shoulder, as her fingernails burrowed deeper into Sahabet Güncel Giriş my ass cheeks, and her hips thrust upward to meet mine.

She had told me earlier, when we met for the first time at the sex shop just off of the freeway, that she had been with quite a few men over the years, and even a handful of women, but somehow they had only managed to give her one weak orgasm between the bunch of them.

“I’ve always wondered if it’s just me.” She said, as she picked up a giant black dildo. “I’ve been with guys of all shapes and sizes, girls that could do incredible things with their fingers and tongues, but my mind just never seems to be in the right place.”

We laughed together about the butt plugs and nipple clamps, and I led her over to the whips and paddles. “Been there and done that.” she said. “I’ve been tied up, gagged, beaten and bruised, had my hair pulled and choked, but there is always something missing.”

It wasn’t until later, when she spilled her guts to me over a cup of coffee that I realized what was missing.

She had always been the prettiest girl around, and guys had only been interested in her for what she could do for them. She had been a target, ultimately a prize that they could show off to their friends and family. Women, including her mother, had been jealous of her, and had been trying to capture her, in hopes of stealing some of her essence.

I wasn’t going to lie. When I had first laid eyes on her, my libido had soared, and I had been guilty of being ensnared by her charms, but fortunately I had seen something deeper. She had an intense desire to love, to bare her soul to someone, which had been buried by all the beautiful things she covered herself with.

It hit me that none of our phone conversations to this point had been about her selling herself to me. She had simply been exploring my inner being, trying to find out what made me who I was, and I could tell that even though her whole life had been built behind a mask, it didn’t bother her at all that I didn’t need to wear one.

Her back arched and a crazy primal sound started deep in her throat, and gurgled to the surface. I knew the end was near, so I finally let myself go.

My seed released inside her, and as we lay there trembling together, I knew we had some special.

It was illogical to believe that this was forever, or that I had found my soul mate. One thing was for certain though, what we had shared, was way more than skin deep.

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