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A few weeks ago both myself and my rather gorgeous girlfriend paid a visit to a club near Bedford for the first time and what an evening we had!

We couldn’t believe how many people were there, so we had a look around and finally made our way back to the bar and dance floor, checking out the hot couples and girls we liked the look of. C was dressed in a short skirt, hold ups, thigh length boots and a very revealing sparkly top showing off her fantastic boobs!

We settled in for a bottle of fizz and C was feeling a little nervous so went for a boogie to settle herself. A couple next to me at the bar broke the ice and made very flattering remarks about C and so I began chatting with them and we exchanged stories of past exploits (see other stories). C joined me back at the bar and began chatting to them both focusing on the guys pretty blonde girlfriend. At the same time I began chatting to another couple to our side whose wife was very attractive with a great figure and wearing a nice low cut top showing off a nice pair of boobs…this was great!

Fast forward canlı bahis a few more drinks and C had joined me chatting to the couple I had latched onto. The tension was electric and C and the other woman ‘J’ were very obviously into each other judging by the way they were flirting outrageously. The music was really good and although there were only a few dancing, we all moved over the dance floor and C and J were joined by the other blonde girl…game on!

Within a minute or two, C winked at me and seconds later her top was discarded as she danced with both the other girls who quickly followed suit and the three of them became one gyrating entity and were soon joined by another two girls, soon the snogging and kissing followed with plenty of boob stroking and sucking. All the while the three of us guys were stood mesmerised by the events unfolding before our eyes. This carried on for a short while and then we moved down towards a more private area where we could continue.

Within moments all three girls were naked and soon joined by the kaçak iddaa other two…yes this is a true story! C with her amazing body found herself to be the centre of attention and the pretty blonde girl soon had her tongue buried in C’s smooth pussy, with two of the girls on one boob each and another with her tongue buried in C’s mouth it was all becoming too much and I had no choice but to join them…who wouldn’t?

Under the pile of girls I managed to find C and she was soon sucking my cock and while I was watching everything else that was going on it was all I could do not to explode there and then. After a few minutes of this, J smiled at me and made it clear she wanted me to join her, so after getting the nod of approval from her fella, we started kissing and soon I was headed south and had my tongue deep inside her pussy (I remember thinking how similar it tasted to C’s!). While she was enjoying this, I looked up to see the blonde’s bf with his tongue in C’s pussy…cheeky fucker wasn’t as polite as me and checking if it was ok…but kaçak bahis hey…when in Rome?!

Then I moved up and soon J was sucking greedily on my cock, while I massaged her pussy. All the while there was lots of moaning, girls squealing of delight at each other and when I looked around again, the guy who was eating C’s pussy had been replaced by J’s husband. I moved back down to J’s pussy and carried on with my tongue until she came. I was only going to have full sex with my own partner, so after watching the action for a few more mins the ‘orgy’ came to a slow end and we dressed and moved back to the bar albeit looking rather dishevelled!

We spent the rest of the evening at the bar with J and her husband and it was all still very erotic with lots of kissing each other’s partners as well as both us guys sucking their boobs as well.

Unfortunately, the amazing evening came to an end and we jumped in a cab back to our hotel where we fucked like rabbits replaying the evening as we fucked, which in some ways was just as horny as the evening itself. As I was fucking C asking her if she liked having two other guys eating her pussy and C asking if I liked J sucking my cock while C was looking at me.

We will definitely be heading back and only hope it is as good as the first time…we can’t wait!

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Xavier’s Teachers – The Handmaiden Pt. 02

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After weeks and weeks of torturous desire and lust building up in them, Xavier the college freshman and Bai-Ma the landlady’s handmaiden had finally put a physical dimension to their licentious cravings. That morning, for the first time in his life he had buried his face against a woman’s breasts and then the impossible fantasy of his wildest dreams had come to fruition; she had given him a handjob and he had blasted his semen in the most explosive ejaculation ever. The mature woman, almost twice the lad’s age, pleasured herself later in the afternoon alone in her bed.

That evening, both Bai-Ma and Xavier left the grounds of the mansion at almost the same time. She was accompanying the lady of the house to the theatre; a play based on Khalid Hosseini’s “The Kite Runner” was being staged at one of the plush auditoriums downtown, starting at 5:30 in the evening. And Xavier had his usual Saturday night gig at the night club, or discotheque, in the basement of a hotel not too far away. His buddy, Axel, the drummer in their band, picked him up outside the back gate of his outhouse at around 4:15; the other members were all coming in by 5:00 so as to get some practice before the club opened at 7:30.

Axel, on his Honda 500 cc, roared past the black Mercedes S-class with Xavier riding pillion. Xavier knew that was the lady’s car and most likely Bai-Ma was accompanying her somewhere, but because of the tainted windows on the black sedan, he couldn’t see inside. Bai-Ma saw the red and black Honda motorcycle at the junction where the street behind the estate joined the main arterial road. Both riders had black helmets on with the visors covering their faces, but the rider at the back had a guitar case strapped across his back. She smiled inwardly as the heavy machine overtook the car.

The band called themselves ‘Abraxas’ but used the Greek script ??????? on their posters and other PR material. Although Xavier had only joined the group fairly recently as a new member, the group had been playing for almost three years and were extremely popular in the city. Xavier’s addition as lead guitarist had only improved their ratings, and they were hoping to cut a disc sometime in the near future. By 5 o’clock, all of them had arrived at the club and, after grabbing a small bite to eat, they began jamming for a while before getting their sets in order for the evening.

The group had contracted for three 45-minute sessions every Saturday night, the first at 8:00 pm and the last one ending at 11:45 pm. Local regulations dictated that the club shut at midnight. That night was as crowded at the club as every other Saturday with couples streaming in from the moment the doors opened. The group played a mix of classic and contemporary rock, an occasional slow number, a bit of blues, and even some country music. The club was always very generous with the food and drinks for the band; it was the only time Xavier consumed any alcohol and it always put him in a happy mood.

Bai-Ma and her mistress got home by about 9:00 pm and both dined together al fresco on the small balcony abutting the library, served by one of the cooks. Xavier on the other hand didn’t get back till 2 o’clock in the morning. After the club had shut its doors and the last of their customers had left, the band members sat around with the club owners and talked about their plans. They drank good whiskey, jammed for a while with Xavier playing his favourite acoustic guitar and trying out some songs he had written; generally hung loose together. When they all departed, Axel once again gave Xavier a lift back to his house; switching the engine off 30 metres before the back gate and coasted to a stop. He also promised he wouldn’t kick start his bike till he was out of ear shot from the mansion and estate.

Once Xavier got inside his rooms, he stripped and walked into the shower, letting the cold jets of water wash over the buzz in his head. He then put on a pair of pyjamas and went up to the terrace with his guitar, taking the spiral staircase on the outside wall at the side of his digs. It was a surprisingly cool night and he regretted not wearing a top before coming up to the roof; but it was a pleasant cool, not nippy or chilly. There was an old weathered plastic chair on the terrace that he had washed and cleaned when he discovered it; he used it whenever he came up, which he did often, especially on weekends. He sat down and strummed his Washburn, humming along to tunes he had been working on over the last few days and realised he was thinking of Bai-Ma.

In fact, he had been thinking of her all day, ever since she had left in the morning. At the club he had seen some very sexy women, dressed in very sexy clothes, with very sexy bodies but he couldn’t get Bai-Ma out of his head. Most of the girls at the nightclub were young, like less than 25, and he’d even noticed two couples from his college. But there were also others in the 35+ year old category, some dressed in sarees, but absolutely gorgeous looking with the most heavenly bodies he could imagine. They wore their traditional Indian bedava bahis dress low on their hips and had blouses barely big enough to hide their brassieres, if at all they were wearing any. And all the time, he only thought of Bai-Ma.

Xavier found himself strumming to an old Bobby Goldsboro song called ‘Summer the First Time.’ He thought about the morning with Bai-Ma and his own inexperience with women, and how she didn’t seem to think any less of him on account of his sexual naivety.

And when she looked at me

I heard her softly say

I know you’re young

You don’t know what to do or say

But stay with me until the sun has gone away

And I will chase the boy in you away

And then she smiled then we talked for a while

Then we walked for a mile to the sea

We sat on the sand, and the boy took her hand

But I saw the sun rise as a man

Sometime in the early hours of the morning, Xavier put his guitar down inside its case, stretched out his legs while still sitting on the old plastic chair, and dozed off under the star-lit black night sky.

Meanwhile, Bai-Ma slept easily in her comfortable bed. She had come back from the theatre, dined with Madame, and then retired to her room. She had undressed in her bathroom, removing the fine silk saree and embroidered blouse, washed off the slight make-up, changed into a loose long shirt and slipped under the covers. She had fallen asleep ruminating about her past. How her marriage in the village had gone sour over a couple of years with her drunkard husband and his departure, never to be heard from again. Her arrival in the city and how Madame had found her; taken her away from poverty and given her a new world of happiness and financial well-being. But she never forgot her roots, never let the comforts of her new life overshadow her dreary past.

***

Xavier woke up to the first sounds of chirping birds in the orchard that surrounded him; it was already daylight and the sun would rise soon. He got out of the chair, a small crick in his neck, and stretched his limbs. The sky was blue and the air was fresh; he took a deep breath and then climbed down the metal staircase, holding his guitar case in one hand. He went into his room, completed his ablutions, put on his jogging clothes and shoes, and was out pounding the empty streets by 5:30 a.m. It was a surprisingly pleasant morning, a rarity in the summer rainy season.

When he got back after his run, Xavier’s vest was soaked with perspiration; the humidity had ramped up in the last hour after sunrise. He took off his clothes, threw them into the soiled linen basket to wash later, and headed towards the shower. He stopped for a while in front of the six-feet long mirror in the bathroom and looked at his reflection. He knew he was in good shape but his eyes went to his pelvic area and he saw the thick bush of pubic hair, his limp but still long and thick penis, and he thought immediately of Bai-Ma. He thought of her hand on his cock and the sweet fragrance of her midriff when his face was flush against her waist. It didn’t take long for that familiar stirring in his groin as he took his hand to the swelling erection, feeling the blood course through his veins.

But he shook his head and quickly got in under the shower, driving his memories away and focusing on the study homework he had to do that morning. After he got dressed, he made himself a breakfast of eggs and toast and wolfed it down with a glass of milk before settling down with his laptop computer and books. But he found concentration difficult, even though he tried very hard. Thoughts of Bai-Ma were almost constant; he knew she had said she may come again but when? Would she come at all? Or did she just say it so she could get away yesterday without any fuss? He longed for her, desperately.

He gave up any hope of being able to study after about an hour so he got up and went to his bedroom. Unsurprisingly, having had a little more than two hours of sleep at night, he dosed off on his bed while trying to read.

Bai-Ma on the other hand had had a restful night and woke up considerably later than the time that Xavier did. She had a cup of tea soon after she got out of bed, and then went into the bathroom to get ready for the day. Similar to Xavier’s bathroom, she too had a six-feet tall mirror on one wall of her bathroom that invariably fogged up after her hot showers. She took off the night shirt she was wearing and stood in front of the mirror, studying her reflection. Bai-Ma cupped her breasts and hefted them a couple of times, as though trying to determine their weight; she ran her thumbs over the nipples, pinched and pulled them till they were erect. She looked at the large dark brown areolas at the base of her stiff nipples and ran her fingers around the surface till little goosebumps erupted on them.

As she ran her hands down the sides of her body, looking at her trim waistline and the swell of her hips, she remembered herself masturbating to thoughts of Javi, her endearing term for Xavier, casino siteleri the previous day. Although she was no stranger to sexually pleasuring herself, she knew that in the last few weeks the frequency had increased. Her fingers buried themselves into the thick mat of pubic hair as she ran her hands from her navel to her crotch. She pressed down on her vulva and the cushiony outer labia, feeling the silken curls of her pussy hair. She was turning herself on, thinking of Javi, and admitted to herself that she had been wanting to go back to his room ever since she had left him the previous morning.

When Bai-Ma got into the shower, still thinking of the boy in the outhouse, she knew she would see him today; perhaps she would go soon after getting ready. She had to be careful that nobody on the estate saw her going into his rooms, even though most of the domestic staff, including herself, were given Sunday off and would probably go out fairly soon. As she doused her body with shower gel and scrubbed all over with a loofah, her thoughts remained centred on Javi. When she was soaping her pubic area, her fingers lingered around her cunt and she found herself rubbing her vaginal entrance longer than necessary. She even pushed a soapy finger an inch inside her rectum and felt an erotic spasm that made her want to shove it in deeper but resisted the urge and only busied herself with a thorough cleansing.

After finishing with the bathroom and drying herself, Bai-Ma wrapped a towel around herself and tucked a corner in just above her bosom. She walked into her bedroom and opened the lingerie dresser drawer from which she chose a pair of black lace-trim low-waist panties and a matching half-cup brassiere. Removing the towel and dropping it on her bed, she first slipped into her panties which left a thin, barely discernible, edge of her pubic hair still visible on top. After that, she put on her bra and sat on the bed, contemplating what she should wear for Javi.

Very rarely did she wear anything other than the traditional saree, and she decided not to make an exception. From another drawer in the dresser, she took out a light powder blue petticoat that had been tailored specifically to be worn with a very low waist saree. She unfolded the underskirt and stepped into it, tying it with the cord almost five inches below her navel, just above the panty waistline. She then went to the wardrobe and from a long row of sarees on hangers, she took out a plain sky blue one with no design or embellishments on it. The blouse which was paired with the dress was on the same hanger.

Bai-Ma put on the plain coloured cotton blouse and felt comfortable with its snug fitting as she did up the five hooks running down the centre in front. The sleeves, like her other blouses, covered half of the upper arms; and the hem was daringly short, barely an inch below her breasts. The neckline was a deep V-cut that revealed a considerable amount of her cleavage. After that, she finally slipped into her sandals and wore her saree, tucked into the petticoat low down on the waist, but drew the drape modestly across her chest. She stood in front of the dressing mirror and silently marvelled at what she saw, feeling like a temptress that Javi would simply not be able to resist.

She did not pleat her hair like she did most days; instead she tied the long tresses into a rough knot at the back of her head and held it together by pushing a pencil shaped hairpin through the knots. She then went to her kitchen and made herself another cup of tea. While sipping the beverage, she thought she’d take a small hamper of food for Javi so she took out a basket from the bottom shelf of the kitchen cabinet. Some camembert cheese that Madame had given her, along with bread, went into the hamper, followed by some other foodstuff she had at home. Recalling her nerves on the previous day, she also lay a bottle of Danzka vodka she’d purchased two weeks ago in the basket.

It was almost 11 o’clock when Bai-Ma decided to set out for Javi’s outhouse; the driver and other staff would have left and Madame would be relaxing in her library. She exited her flat, hamper in hand, and went behind the servants’ annexe so that her lady wouldn’t see her crossing the manicured lawns. Once she reached the boundary wall at the back, she walked along the narrow footpath grazing the wall and shielded from view by all the fruit trees. She circumnavigated her way to the outhouse, tried to peer inside through the windows but noticed that the sheer curtains were drawn. She reached his door a few minutes later and pulled it open silently, left her sandals inside by the entrance, placed the food hamper on a side table, and stood quietly in the cool living room while the door shut softly behind her.

***

Javi wasn’t in the living room; she peered through the corridor and saw that the bathroom door was ajar so he probably wasn’t there either. She tip-toed towards the bedroom where the door was only partially shut and looked through towards his bed. He was lying there in a pair bahis siteleri of pyjamas and a faded t-shirt, headphones connecting his tablet device to his ears. She knocked delicately on the door but then had to rap it harder when he didn’t look up.

“Bai-Ma!!” Xavier almost shouted as he extracted the earphones and jumped out of bed, “I wasn’t sure you would come today.” He had a wide grin on his smooth shaven face, hair rumpled as usual. He walked up to Bai-Ma and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close before realising he may have been somewhat hasty so he mumbled “Sorry, is it ok for me to hug you? I missed you so much.”

Xavier felt her hands on both sides of his face as she stepped back and said “Let me look at you!”

Forced to look at her from a distance, Xavier suddenly realised how stunning Bai-Ma was looking. He stumbled backwards, the edge of his armchair catching the back of his knees as he folded into the seat and stared up at her. He looked at her face, smooth and clean with a tinge of blush; her lips were full and seemed naturally pink with no lip gloss. A couple of tendrils of hair had come loose from the bun on her head and framed her delicate facial features.

He stared for a moment at her chest, taking in the huge swell of her bosom underneath the blue saree that she was wearing. The pallu, drape, rose from her right hip and was thrown over her left shoulder but revealed one side of her midriff; bare skin from the base of her bosom-hugging blouse to the top of her saree. Her navel, deep and shadowy in the middle of her light brown complexioned abdomen; Xavier noticed how low she was wearing her dress and knew for sure he had never seen her wear it like that.

The saree, instead of being a free flowing garment from waist down like it usually was when she came to do her chores, hugged her hips tightly before flaring out like a fantail. She had wrapped it compactly over her hips so that her figure was more pronounced. Peeking out from below the hem were her dainty toes and a wee bit of ankle where he could just about discern the ever-present silver anklet. He ran his eyes a couple of times from her head to her toes; he had never seen her look so ravishingly beautiful. Xavier knew he should say something instead of just gaping at her in speechless astonishment but when he saw her smile, he seemed to understand that she accepted his silent admiration and took it as a wordless compliment.

Bai-Ma took a few steps to where her Javi was sitting and stood in front of him, pushing against his knees which he instinctively parted. She looked down at him as he bent his head backwards and stared into her eyes. “Javi likes Bai-Ma?” she asked coquettishly.

“Oh Bai-Ma! Javi loves Bai-Ma,” he said emphatically as he wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned his head against her lower abdomen. She pushed her fingers into his tousled hair and massaged his scalp for a while. Xavier was breathing in her intoxicating fragrance, an aroma left behind on her skin from the shower gel she had used that morning. He knew that he always felt sexually aroused in Bai-Ma’s presence when they were alone together; but there was a deeper, heavier feeling in his heart that he did not quite understand.

He felt the familiar stirring in his privates and stood up from the chair, his arms still around her. His palms were on her lower back with one hand feeling her naked skin as he towered over her, a full head higher. She tucked the top of her head under his chin and wrapped her arms around his waist as they held each other in silence. Xavier felt her wholesome breasts pressing into him and he had a desperate urge to lower his hands down to her buttocks and pull her against the growing hard-on in his pyjamas. Fortunately, he thought, he had a pair of briefs on so his erection would not be too obvious. They held one another close, not speaking, not moving; each with their individual thoughts.

After a couple of minutes, Bai-Ma took her head away from Xavier’s chest and craned her neck to look up at him. She then raised herself on her toes and reached for his lips with hers. He bent his head and their mouths met. Their eyes were shut as they felt each other’s lips; hers soft and luscious, his a little chapped but also soft. Bai-Ma just absorbed the man-scent from Javi and rubbed their lips together, caressingly, with their mouths shut. Xavier on the other hand was at a bit of a loss, not quite sure what he should do so he just let the pleasure of this, his first real kiss, sink in. Just a feather brushing over his lips, her sweet warm breath on his face when she exhaled.

When Bai-Ma put a hand on his neck and pulled his head down because she was tiring of standing on her toes, she used the tip of her tongue to brush across Xavier’s lips. Feeling the sudden wetness was like a small electrical charge pulsing through his body and quite unintentionally he lowered his hands so they were firmly on her buttocks. He pulled her towards him and tried to grind his front against her. Bai-Ma felt the firm grip on her arse and pushed her tongue between his lips, sensing the uncertainty in him. But he opened his mouth and felt her tongue tentatively probe inside, running from left to right and back. They kissed, both growing more passionate as Xavier eased into a more comfortable space in his mind.

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It was a hot summer day and Dan, with Sue on the back, was speeding down a paved curving side road on his motorcycle. She had her arms tightly around him, knees tucked in, and rolled with him as they took the curves, loving every minute of it.

A few minutes later they slowed down, then took a leaf covered path directly into a heavily wooded area. Moving slowly down the path, with the sun dappling on them through the trees, they finally came to a small clearing, where there was a grass covered knoll with a small brook meandering through, the gurgling sound of the water mixing with a slight breeze blowing through the trees. Dan stopped the machine, and Sue got off, looked around for a small piece of wood and found one, bringing it back to Dan to fit under the leaning post of the motorcycle, so that it wouldn’t sink into the soft ground.

She took off her helmet and shook out her hair, it falling in brown disarrayed curls around her shoulders. She pulled down the zipper of her leather jacket, shrugged it off her shoulders, caught it and draped it over the seat of the motorcycle. She was dressed in a red halter top and black shorts with running shoes.

Dan took off his jacket and dumped it on top of hers. He was also dressed in shorts, with a football sweater tight on his muscled shoulders. He moved over to her, put his arms around her and they kissed, their bodies moving sensuously together, their tongues entwining, the sensation stirring fires in their loins. She pulled from him and started to pace towards the little stream.

“Sue, were you going?”

She turned towards him. “Nowhere. I just want to stretch, take a look around!”

He looked a little puzzled. “Take a look around? We’ve been here half a dozen times!”

She gave a little shrug. “So? I just want to enjoy myself. It’s so beautiful and quiet here!” And she stretched her arms out and gave a half turn.

His loins made him impatient. He wanted to get to it. His hard cock was pressing tight against his shorts.

Sue stopped by the edge of the stream, knelt down and took off her running shoes, stood up and walked splashingly into the brook, the water spraying up in plumes from her feet. She started bouncing around like a little kid, giggling and splashing, her breasts bouncing around inside her halter top. She quickly pulled off the top and tossed it onto the ground a few feet away, letting loose her small pointed breasts, the lighter skin a contrast. She pulled down the zipper of her shorts, zipped them down her thighs, revealing a pair of black bikini panties, which quickly followed her shorts and top. Dan stood and stared at her naked beauty, never tiring of caressing the curves, crevasses and mounds with his eyes.

Dan quickly stripped, his cock at full tilt.

She turned towards him, spied his rampant hard-on. “Jeez, it sure doesn’t take you long to get ready, does it?”

She walked towards him. “Sit down, will you?”

He sat down on the ground as she came stepping on her toes towards him till she was standing right over him, her breasts jutting straight out over his head, the curves of her waist and hips perfection above him, her curly brown bush right in front of his face.

She put her hands on each side of her face, pressing her bush towards his mouth. “Dan – Dan” her voice was pleading. “Dan, please – please -” He moved his mouth up, to kiss her navel, kiss her taught curved belly, then turned her around, his mouth open, pressed his lips against the cheeks of her ass, placing his arms around her tightly. She squirmed within his tight grip, moving her body around, but as soon as her curly covered crotch came near to his mouth, he grabbed her arms and pulled her down to the ground. She looked into his eyes. “Dan, why can’t you – -?”

But he gave no answer. She leaned back slowly, letting herself down to the ground by loosening her grip on his arms. She pulled her knees up and spread her thighs, the sight if her pussy lips causing his cock to jump. He quickly moved his hand to her knee, pressed it against her other leg, then moved his body up to cover hers and started kissing her breasts.

She looked sad. “Ohh Dan, is my body so ugly? Do you hate to even look at it?”

Again he gave no answer, but kissed her on the lips, then moved his hand down beneath him to move her legs apart again. She moved her knees up and again spread her thighs and his cock pressed touched her pussy lips. She moved her thighs up until the knob of his cock found the entrance and he plunged within her, causing some pain, as her juices had hardly started to flow. He started a quick rhythm, and quickly reached his climax, with a heavy groan, lay quietly for a few moments, then withdrew. Without looking at her he went over to where his clothes lay and quickly dressed, then went and sat on the motorcycle, waiting, fingering his sunglasses.

Sue lay for a moment, her thighs pressed tightly together, fighting back the tears. She slowly sat up, rose and then went and got dressed and took illegal bahis her place behind him on the motorcycle. He pressed the start button, gunned the engine, flicked the gearshift lever with his foot and they sped off.

She was thinking to herself as she rode behind him, of all the macho type guys she’d balled, that they were all the same. Slam bang, thank you ma’am, never a thought for what might turn her on, get her going, blow her gourd. Oh how she yearned for some man to play with her pussy, put his tongue between her sweet cunt lips, savour the soft naked flesh – She started squirming on the seat, rubbing her pussy against the foam cushion between her legs.

Dan turned his head as far as he could. “Hey, Sue, keep still, will you?”

She stopped moving. She started to think of the different guys she knew at school. She thought maybe it was time she tried a different kind of guy, forget the macho type, time for something completely different. She laughed to herself, like Henry Torrence, for instance, poor little Henry, all pimples and nervousness, oh sure, wouldn’t that be fun, and she laughed again to herself, then paused, hey, maybe it’s not so far fetched, she’d seen how he looked at her, when he thought she didn’t notice, didn’t seem to realize she could see him out of the corner of her eye. He’s certainly not the macho type, likely hasn’t even been with a girl, jeez, now there’s something, could be fun teaching him what a girl’s all about, what a pussy is really for, showing him how to turn a girl on, and she started squirming again.

Dan turned again. “Sue, please, it’s hard to steer, with you squirming like that, will you sit still!?”

It was Sue’s last semester of her second year at university and her grades were abominable. She just couldn’t get interested enough to study. Her mind would wander during the lectures, she just couldn’t concentrate. She knew she had to do something to get passing marks and it sure wasn’t studying.

She started wearing tight sweaters with a low v-neck every time she attended Prof. Hanson’s class. She had seen the way he couldn’t keep his eyes off the girls in class, his eyes glued to the girls’ breasts or legs. Her seat was in the front row so she could really work on him. She would sit with her legs crossed, then slowly change legs when he was looking, his eyes riveted to her thighs. Every time she went to the front of the class to put something on his desk she leaned over to give him a good look down the front of her low-cut sweater, and give him a whiff of her heady perfume.

Late one afternoon just after the bell rang he motioned to her to stay seated.

After everyone had gone he came around his desk holding a folder and leaned back against the desk. “Miss Langford, your marks are terrible! I’m just wondering if you had any plans to improve them, or are you just giving up?”

She slowly shook her head. “Definitely not, Mr. Hanson. I am definitely not giving up. I just hope you’re not.”

He looked puzzled. “I don’t understand.”

She slid sideways out of the seat and moved towards him. “You know the old saying, Mr. Hanson. There’s more than one way to skin a cat.” And she moved her hands to the buttons on her sweater and undid one slowly, letting even more of her breasts be revealed. His eyes were glued to the swelling mounds as he wet his lips nervously, then glanced quickly at the door to the classroom. The glass of the door was glazed, making it impossible for anyone to see in. Sue quickly strode towards the door, flicked the lock and turned, slowly moving back towards him, undoing another button, then another, till by the time she reached him her sweater was completely undone, her breasts swelling out of her bra.

She moved against him, her hand going down to the front of his pants to caress his cock. “Then there’s another expression. You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours.” She looked deep into his eyes, moved her mouth to his and kissed him, her tongue pushing between his lips.

She got down on her knees in front of him, slowly unzipped his fly, slipped her hand inside to grab his throbbing cock and pulled it out. It was vibrating to the rhythm of his racing pulse. She looked up at him from her position on the floor, his cock a scant inch from her mouth. She smiled at him. “I think it’s what they call reciprocating!” And she popped his dickhead into her mouth, letting her tongue curl around the hot slick knob, squeezing the base of the shaft and moving her fingers tightly up along the length. It took about 30 seconds and then his load came bursting out. She stood up, pressed herself against him and kissed him again, holding his hand against her tits. “I’ve got a feeling that that got a passing grade. Am I right?”

He nodded, weakly “Yeah, you passed with honours!”

Henry Torrence was small, looked young for his age, and his face was a mess of pimples. He was the epitome of the wimp, never had enough nerve to ask a girl for a date, because he was sure casino siteleri there was no girl who would want to go out with him. His grades were good because he had all the time in the world to study. He had never had a date with a girl, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have the usual sexual urges. Especially when Sue came near. He would watch her out of the corner of his eye, loving every inch of her. Her pert breasts, beautifully rounded bum cheeks, dimpled knees and cute toes. He could just stand and look at her for hours, hardly daring to think of even touching her. He had seen her many times with Dan, one of the stars of the football team, and knew they were seen everywhere together. The gossip was that he was balling her.

Just then he saw her coming out of Mr. Hanson’s room and she was just buttoning up the top button of her sweater. That was kind of strange! Oh, maybe she had just noticed that it had come undone. He pretended he was busy with stuff in his locker as she came towards him. He waited for her to pass so he could watch her walk away, the cheeks of her ass moving inside her shorts. He jumped when she spoke.

“Henry, you’re just the man I’m looking for!”

He turned around, his eyes wide. “I – I – am?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! You are!”

“Ah – ah – you want me to do you a favour?”

She nodded, with a grin on her face. “Yeah, that’s it! I want you to do me a favour!”

She took him by the hand and practically dragged him down the hall. They rounded the corner and stopped in front of the photocopy room. She quickly looked up and down the hall, opened the door and dragged him quickly in, then shot the bolt of the door. The light shone through the glazed glass of the door revealing a small room with two photocopy machines, their different coloured lights bright in the darkened room.

She stood close to him.

He could hardly believe his luck. Here he was alone with his dream girl. “What – what was the favour you wanted me to do, Sue?”

She looked straight at him. “Henry, I’m hot, really hot!”

He looked a little puzzled. “You’ve been exercising?”

She grinned. “Well, you might say that. But no, I mean I’ve got the hots for a man!”

He gulped. “Y-y-you’ve got the hots!?”

She nodded – Kiss me.

Henry looked at her full lips, took her in his arms and caressed her lips with his, softly moving his mouth back and forth, all the while his hands moving slowly over the taught mounds of her ass. On and on they kissed, him moving her body slowly back and forth, her body filling his arms, her perfume filling his mind. Finally her pulled back and released her.

She grinned, her eyes wide. “Well Henry! I’m surprised! Were did you learn to kiss like that?”

His head went slowly from side to side. “I don’t know! I don’t know!”

She looked steadily at him. “Well, Henry, let’s just see what else you can do!” And she undid the buttons of her sweater, dropped it onto the floor and reached behind to undo the bra fastener. Henry stood staring at her revealed curves, gave a moan as her nipples popped into view with the dropping of her bra, moved quickly to her and buried his face between the thrusting mounds.

His voice was muffled. “Oh God, you’re so beautiful! They’re so beautiful!” He cupped her breasts with his hands, running his hands along the under curves, moving his mouth first to one nipple then to the other, sucking in the soft yet taut flesh, his tongue playing with the nipples.

“And again, Henry, we’re did you learn to do that!?”

He suddenly stepped back, again utterly surprised at himself. Again he shook his head. “I-I-don’t know! I’ve never ever had a date with a girl, let alone played with her – ah – “

“Tits!” Sue grinned.

“Her-her ti-tits!”

“Well, Henry, I’ve got something else for you to play with!” And she pulled down the zipper at the side of her shorts, undid the button and yanked them down, then quickly pulled down her panties. She backed up against the photocopy machine, raised the lid and lifted herself onto the glass of the photocopy machine, Henry all the while staring at the curly patch of hair, the full pussy lips, the tight curve leading down between her ass cheeks.

“Oh God, Sue, oh God oh God!”

She raised her knees, spread her thighs, her pussy lips lit by the control panel lights of the photocopy machine. Henry moved slowly between her thighs, curled his hands round the outside of her thighs and slowly lowered his face down to the enticing slit. He moved his mouth to the soft flesh, feeling the soft curls against his lips, then moved his mouth slowly lower to the opening of her pussy lips, pushing first this way then that against her lips, his tongue curling out, wetting here, wetting there, finding the little nub of her clit, teasing it with the end of his tongue, then moving again lower to the entrance, his nose squeezing between her lips, his tongue tantalizing the pink entrance. At his first touch, a tremendous poker siteleri feeling of sweet affection filled her, to see his face between her thighs, then the trilling, beating vibrations started, racing up and down her thighs, beating through her upper arms, pulsating back and forth between her pussy and her bum hole and she started to moan, low panting moans.

“Yeeess, Henry, yeess Henry, ohhh God yes Henreee ohhhh ohhhh ohhhhh God yesss Henreee!”

Her whole body shuddered, and shuddered again. She pushed him away, slid down off the machine and grabbed his belt, undoing it in a flash, yanked down his zipper, then his trousers and under shorts, his cock bouncing into view, pointing to the ceiling, drops of moisture glistening on the end.

She had to do something for him. She knelt down and kissed the end of his cock. She found his cock adorable, enticing, inviting, and she moved her lips up and down the length of it, lightly fingering his balls, then slid her fingers between the cheeks of his ass as she popped the delightful round end of his cock into her mouth.

He found himself in heaven. Here was this girl he had been dreaming about for years, on her knees, her naked breasts pushing against his thighs and his cock – his cock inside her delightful mouth.

He pushed her back. “You’d better not keep that up!!

She looked into his eyes, nodded and got up.

She pushed him into a nearby chair, quickly straddled him, reached down under her wide spread thighs, grabbed his cock and slid herself down on it, taking it in in one fast lunge. They both gave a shuddering groan, then held, their arms tightly around each other, her breasts tight against his face. Then slowly she pulled up a bit and dropped again, their pulsations feeding to each other, and she moved again, the penetration of his cock within her the most loving, entrancing, thrilling, mind consuming thing she had ever felt in her life. It wasn’t just his cock, it was him, all of him. She knew they had become as one person, joined cock and cunt, emotion flooding through them as one.

There was nothing else, no world around her, no sound to be heard around her, only this shaft of hot hard pulsating hardness within her, washing her brain of all sensation except the fever consuming every tiny part of her body, building, building with her every downward thrust, till it exploded with burst after burst! “Uhhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh” and then a hot volcano erupted, his cum filling her, searing her, and they clung desperately to each other, as the vibrations slowly slowly ebbed.

“Ohhh God, Henry, that’s the most fantastic orgasm I’ve ever had in my whole entire life!”

He grinned a little sheepishly. “That’s the first orgasm I’ve ever had in my whole entire life.” He looked down, then back up again. “I mean, inside a girl.”

She pulled back from him a little, still siting on his legs, his limp cock still within her. She looked directly into his eyes. “So you’ve been playing with yourself.”

He stared at her a moment, then gave his head a small nod. “Yeah” and shrugged. “Well, you know how it is. A guy gets a hard-on, and what’s he supposed to do?”

She looked disappointed. “Jeez, if only I’d known. Known what it would be like with you.”

He raised his eyebrows in quick agreement. “Yeah.”

She gave a quick grin. “Tell me about it.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, tell me about it. Give me a blow by blow description”

His eyes went wide. “A blow by —?” Then he grinned, understanding. Then looked down. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Henry.”

He looked up at her.

“Look, Henry, you’ve still got your cock inside me. If that doesn’t break down the barriers of embarrassment, I’m sure I don’t know what would!”

He grinned, gave a little laugh. “Uh, yeah, I guess you’re right!”

He gave her breasts a quick little kiss each. “Well, I got your picture out of the yearbook magazine. You know the one with you leading the cheerleaders at the final game of the season. The one with your skirt flipping high and your tight panties hugging those delicious buns of yours.”

Her eyes went wide. “You mean you’ve been beating your meat to my picture?!”

He looked down again.

“Henry!”

His eyes raised to meet hers.

She looked straight into his eyes. “Henry, I’m flattered. Of all the girls in the school, all the girls in the world, you picked me!”

He nodded. “Your body has been turning me on ever since the first day I saw you. I was sitting out on the front lawn of the school as you came bouncing by on your first day, your boobs shaking inside your sweater, your tightly covered buns squirming inside your shorts.”

“Where did you do it?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Huh? Were did I do what?”

“Beat your meat! Jerk off! Blow your stones!”

He looked a little taken aback, then “Oh. Ah, mostly at home.

“I’ve got your picture sitting on the table beside my bed. Just before I would go to sleep I’d sit propped up in bed, take your picture, kiss you and — and –” He looked away.

“Henry!”

He looked back at her.

“Please, Henry, please tell me!”

He gulped. “I would sit naked on the bed, put my feet together, prop your picture up on my feet and started to – to – jerk off.”

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Author’s Note: This is a 100% true story and this juicy send off does take place every time Rex has to go away on a trip.

*

Tabitha sat on the bottom step of the staircase, legs spread wide, her black nightshirt hiked up around her waist, pussylips glistening with the juices of their earlier tryst in bed. Rex stood in front of her, his legs squarely planted, his hands gripping the oak twin banisters of the staircase of the front hall.

His cock and balls protruded, pink, out of the opened zipper of his black dress pants. She eyed the shiny, bulging cockhead that stared her in the face. She’d have to be careful not to spill a drop of his white sperm on his pants. But, she was unlikely to miss any sperm. She rarely did, except when she coaxed his cock to squirt hot come on her cheeks and chin!

She licked her lips with anticipation, salivating at the thought of what was about to happen. It didn’t matter that he had coated her tonsils with his thick, creamy sperm just an hour earlier. They both loved this ritual of love and lust and always set aside the last few minutes before he had to drive away.

She bahis siteleri loved the scent of him, burying her nose deep into his balls. She inhaled deeply, breathing in his musky aroma, now slightly perfumed with the soap he used during his earlier shower. She preferred the raw scent of him.

Tabitha opened her mouth and Rex fed his ever-stiffening cock between her lips. She hungrily swallowed his prick, her blue eyes grinning up at him. He emitted a loud groan and his cock began to twitch with a life of its own. She swiftly took his cock beyond the back of her throat and held him there, savouring the feel of him. Her nose was pressed hard against his stomach and she grabbed his ass to push his cock even deeper into the tight confines of her throat. She swallowed, her throat constricting his cock like a snake with its weekly meal. They had often laughed that it was a good thing that his cock was firmly attached to his body, otherwise she would have swallowed him whole, long ago.

The house was quiet, except for the sounds of the dog playing at Tabitha’s feet. He was very interested in what was going canlı bahis siteleri on and had to be shooed away more than once.

Rex grabbed the back of her head and urged her mouth to swallow his cock again. She obliged, taking him deep into her throat while swallowing again around his cock. He yelped in amazement, loving the feeling of his cock being squeezed while being kept so deep in her throat. She slid her mouth up and down his cock, keeping her lips tightly wrapped around him, throat open, so he was being deepthroated over and over again. She could feel his cumm beginning to rise, his sperm boiling in his loins.

She cupped his balls with one hand as the other grabbed his ass cheek and held him close against her mouth. She looked up at and saw the look of exquisite pain stamped on his face. His eyes squeezed shut and his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He was groaning almost continuously, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. She knew he was close – very close. Since he did have to get out the door and catch a flight, she thought she’d put him out of sweet güvenilir bahis misery sooner, rather than later.

She slipped her hand from underneath his sac and joined the other hand grabbing his ass. Now with both hands pulling his cock deeper into her mouth, she dove for gold, taking him deep in one fell gulp. She began to swallow around his cock, hearing him scream out above her. She felt the cum boiling up into his loins, gush up his throbbing cock and explode deep into her throat. She kept him there, holding tight, while swallowing again and again. Finally, out of breath, she released his quickly softening cock, panting and gasping for air. He looked down at her, his face flushed and sweaty, as she gently lifted his cock and inspected it. Her tongue searched out the last drops of errant semen, making sure to keep his pants clean.

“Jesus,” he panted, awkwardly stuffing his glistening staff and balls back into his pants. “Where you found that load, I’ll never know! You are fucking amazing!”

He bent over, inspecting his trousers for DNA, but found none.

She grinned, daintily dabbing the corners of her lips with a fingertip. “It is going to be a few days ’til we see each other again you know. I had to make sure the tank was good and empty! At least, for today!”

He grinned, “I save it all for you, sweetheart. Only you!”

“I’ll be here, waiting,” she purred, licking her lips.

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When I graduated from college I felt patriotic and enlisted in the Army. Recruit, buck private, whatever you want to call it. Then, with no choice on my part, after I finished basic and a specialist school I was assigned to the Pentagon in DC, where I stayed for the rest of my enlistment. A clerk, mostly, using a computer. Sometimes I wondered if I wasn’t wasting three years of my life, other times I truly enjoyed it. The town is full of girls, even the Pentagon was full of girls. I had all the sex I could handle.

I’ve only deflowered one virgin and that was near the end of high school when I was also a virgin. On her eighteenth birthday we both were ready. It really wasn’t all that great at all. But we did it again and then again and it still wasn’t very good. I got my rocks off but she never did. Looking back I was horrible. Just shove it in and fuck her.

I must have said something to a friend because his mother obviously heard and decided I needed help. It wasn’t an affair. She just taught me. It didn’t go on and on, it was just three sessions where we were naked. She was happily married, didn’t feel as if she was cheating on her husband but rather being helpful to a kid. She told me that she knew she couldn’t do this for her son, it would have been way to hard to live with, so she got a friend of hers to do the same thing for him that she did for me. And believe me, I’ve remained grateful. It made me into a lover instead of a selfish fucker.

She started off making love to me. Kissing all over me, caressing me until I was going nuts and then finally sucking me off and explaining to me how she was sucking me. Using her hand to jerk me off while she used her mouth to suck and lick and bob up and down following her hand moving on me. Then she had me do the same to her. She stopped me, slowed me, over and over. Had me move more softly, caressing her breasts, her whole body. She had me lick her pussy, suck on her clit, told me where to do what. Eventually we actually fucked. I did get my cock in her. Even then she kept on telling me what to do. Then we did it all again, her still teaching, giving me nuances of what I should do, what I should say. Then everything one more time and I was expected to know what I was doing by then.

This was all the summer before I started college. So I went back to the girl that I had dated through high school and that I had bad sex with and did it all right. We both learned a lot. And she had orgasms all over the place. Learned to love sucking me, swallowing cum. Then we both left for different colleges.

I managed to practice what I learned often in college. Never seducing a virgin but getting right to it with girls who wanted it as much as me or perhaps more. I learned that my being with fairly many girls didn’t make me bad so I can’t make judgments on girls who do the same. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying sex. As the word got around (girls must talk more freely than guys) I had a large choice of who I could make love with. I tried to not have one-night stands but stay with one girl for awhile. I was very concerned about disease, always used a condom. I know just because a girl looks clean and good it doesn’t mean she is but I lucked out and managed to graduate without ever catching anything serious.

The value of using a condom was proven to me my sophomore year. This really attractive, sexy girl and I did it regularly for perhaps three weeks. Then I discovered I had crabs. Body lice in my pubic hair. So I told her. She sort of blushed and said that yeah, she had discovered the same thing. It can be cured at the student health center fairly easy. When I asked her more about it she admitted that she’d been at a gas station and there was this hunky looking guy, half naked like he had been working on a roof, and they fucked in the rest room. Shit, while we’re dating and making out she’s casually fucking some stranger. That means that I was down there licking her lice, slurping up her juices with crabs around. If she got crabs from him, what else could she have gotten? Well, I never had sex with her again and I did get the crabs eliminated. I have no idea if she got anything else from the guy but because I always used a condom, I didn’t get anything else. I was also glad I didn’t have a mustache or beard or I’d have had crabs in them, too, and the people at the student health clinic would have had some great stories to tell.

Anyway, I’m now home on a 30 day leave. I’ll go back for five days or so to get discharged, having finished my enlistment. Mostly I’m just relaxing, enjoying myself. I’m also lining up a high school teaching job for later but mostly just goofing off. So I’m in our back yard, laying next to the swimming pool. Actually it isn’t our pool. Our back yard and the neighbors run into one another. They had three children and my parents had three children and we have always treated it as one big yard, playing all sorts of games and mutually using the pool. I’ve cleaned the pool and handled the chemicals perhaps more often than the other family did.

It’s a lovely, sunny, warm day. I hear a noise and look up and a vision is coming towards türkçe bahis me. A beautiful, sexy girl. Tall and slim. No waist at all. I don’t know how a human’s insides can fit in that small an area. Great, sexy ass that moves perfectly as she walks. Long, slim, shapely legs. At the top, they curve back toward the bone leaving an opening that I know would just fit my head as I licked her pussy. Not huge tits but big enough to fit her body. Dark blonde hair around a lovely face. The kind of girl guys dream of. A lot of thoughts run through my mind ending up realizing that this has to be Diane, the youngest daughter of our neighbors.

“Diane?” I ask out loud.

She smiles. God, it makes her more beautiful even. “Yes, Gary,” she says.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

She smiles even broader and moves closer. “Thanks. You look pretty good yourself.”

She spreads her towel on the lounge next to where I am and sits down, facing me. “How long are you home for?”

“I’ve got about a month here then I go back and get out of the Army and come back,” I answer. “You’ve really grown since I saw you last.”

She smiles, actually laughs lightly. “Yeah, it’s been several years. Since you graduated, I think.”

“How old are you? What are you doing now?”

“I’m eighteen. Almost nineteen. Finished high school, start college in a couple months.” Then she lay back on her towel, lifts her legs up and lays there, face up, getting some sun. Then we both lay there, quiet. I was thinking about how gorgeous she is, how sexy. Then she says something more. “I saw you last night at Charlie’s. You had a really gorgeous girl draped all over you. Looked like she was ready to eat you up.”

“Yeah,” I reply. “Nancy. She is pretty good looking, I’ll admit.”

“Are you planning on marrying her?”

I sit up some and almost explode out a “No.” Nancy really is beautiful, great body, loves sex and is great at it. I had first got with her about the time I graduated and went into the Army and when she heard I was back she called me. Liked sex with me, I guess. I hesitate and then add, “She’s going back to university for her senior year. She probably isn’t going to be interested in marriage for a while yet. When the time comes I think she’ll find someone with more money than me. I plan on teaching, not getting rich.”

A long pause and then I hear, “Boy, the way she was all over you I figured you were something permanent.”

I grin. “No, it’s just the male-female thing, just sex. She loves orgasms.”

I hear an “Oh.” and then we both lay there, quiet, getting some sun. It must have been a minute or more. “You give her orgasms?”

How do I answer that? “Welllll, yes. But it’s . . . uh . . . mutual.”

Another small “Oh.” Another long pause. I can hear her body turning. I open my eyes and look, she’s now still laying down but facing me. I turn my head to look at her. “So she wants to have sex with you?”

“Well, yeah. She enjoys the heck out of it. I’ve never forced anyone or anything like that.”

“I had sex and I didn’t enjoy the heck out of it at all. Then we did it again and it wasn’t any better. I thought it was going to be so great and it isn’t. It’s made me wonder if there’s something wrong with me.”

I sit up a little and turn to face her. “I doubt if there’s something wrong. I think maybe you were with the wrong guy, or a guy that doesn’t know anything.”

She looks at me and then lays back down. “Well, he knew enough to know how to push it in me. And I wanted him to. I was ready. But it hurt and it didn’t last very long. I like just hugging and kissing a lot more than actually doing it.”

Boy, here’s the same situation I was in at her age. “Let me guess. It was your eighteenth birthday and you decided it was time. Right?”

She sits up again and looks at me. “Yes. How did you know that?”

“I went through high school, too. And I fucked the girl I had been dating on her eighteenth birthday because she decided it was time. And it didn’t go all that well. I mean, we did it but neither of us thought it was all that great. We didn’t know what to do. What you need to do is teach him. Are you in love with him? Planning on marrying him?”

“No. I like him and he’s a real hunk. Gorgeous really. He could be with any girl but he goes with me, which makes me feel good. And, yes, I did decide it was time. We’d already done everything short of actually doing it. I’d jerked him off and he fingered me. But the real thing really wasn’t good at all. You said teach him. How do I teach him, what do I teach him?

“That’s why I asked if you loved him. If you do and you plan on his being your one and only lover then the two of you have to talk, communicate, and help each other discover what the other one likes and eventually you’ll figure it out. On the other hand if he was just the first of what you plan on being more lovers then maybe you need to have sex with someone who knows what they’re doing and learn how to do it right. How to do it so you love it, enjoy it. Get orgasms over and over. Then you can either go back and teach him or teach the iddaa siteleri next guy you want to have sex with or whatever. That’s what helped me. An older woman taught me how to make love, how to give a woman what she wants. And how the woman in turn can give me what I want.”

By now she’s on her side looking at me. She gets a big grin. “So what you’re saying is that you can teach me. You can give me orgasms.”

“Well, yeah. I am. But you sure don’t have to. I’m sure there are other experienced guys that could do it. But I’d sure love to. I mean, you’re gorgeous Diane. A really sexy body. And I’ve been with enough women to know you’d love everything I did.”

“I come out here to get a little rest and some rays and here you are trying to seduce me.”

“Hey, Diane, you’re the one that brought this up. I’m sure your tight little pussy would taste delicious but then so does Nancy’s. I’d love to make love with you but I sure don’t have to, there are a lot of available girls around.”

Her grin is even bigger than before. “Gary, I knew I was going to get you as soon as I saw you out here. I’ve fantasized about having sex with you since I was way to young to be doing anything like that. Back when you were dating my sister,Carolyn. The great looking neighbor that could do everything right.You’ve always been like a sexy movie star or something that was unobtainable. I really didn’t start this with the intent of succeeding so fast but now that it’s worked that way, there’s nothing I’d like more. What’s the old line, your place or mine?”

“We could do it right here. There’s no one in your house or mine so we’d have several hours without being interrupted. But I suspect there are parts of you that haven’t seen much sun and I don’t want either of us to get a sunburn so we’d probably be better going inside. Your house is closer so why not your bedroom?”

She gets up and reaches a hand out to me. “Let’s go. I’m starting to get a little damp down there just thinking about it.”

As we walk I tell her, “Diane, you’re gorgeous with a perfect body. You have about the greatest ass I’ve ever seen on a slim body like yours and your thighs curve back at the top as if they’re designed to let my face fit as I taste what I’m sure is a most delicious pussy.”

“We better hurry,” she says, pulling on my hand, “or I’m liable to have an orgasm before you ever lay a hand on me.”

In her bedroom we both strip immediately and she lays on the bed and looks at me with eyes that are about as lustful as I’ve ever seen. As I lay down next to her and kiss her, then down onto her neck I say, “The trick is to take it easy. Don’t rush. Caress softly. Raise the tempo slightly as we move along. I intend to have you pleading for me to fuck you way before I plan on actually pushing my way into your tight canal.”

As I talk, I caress both breasts and kiss her shoulders then kiss onto her breasts. I hold both breasts and kiss one nipple and then the other. I lick one nipple and move one hand down over her stomach to her mound. As I lick her other nipple I stroke her mound softly, letting my fingers run along her labial lips. Then I suck on her nipple and eventually move my mouth to suck on her other one. Through this I softly stroke her pubic mound.

“When you masturbate you might try this,” I say. “Caress your breasts, don’t maul them. Play with your nipples and then start touching yourself softly on your mound.” I kiss down over her stomach, moving one hand between her thighs to softly run up and down the inside of a thigh while the other hand starts using a single finger to slowly open her lips as my hand continues softly moving up and down from her anus to her pubic hair. I move my whole body down between her feet, looking up at her body. I run my hands up the insides of each leg and kiss one instep and then the other. I slowly move my lips after my hands, kissing her calves, her knees. One hand is now back up to her pussy, softly rubbing it and pushing a finger into her. I kiss the inside of one thigh and then the other as I crawl up between her legs further.

Her hips are jumping or jerking, pushing up trying to get my finger further into her. I slide it out and she moans but I then slide two back in and start masturbating her, sliding them in and out as I kiss her thighs. “Fuck” I could hear her saying, and then “I think I’m ready to cum.” I move my fingers in her faster.

“Go ahead, cum, enjoy it.”

Her hips jump even more and her moans turned into a light shriek and I can feel moisture around my fingers. A small orgasm. “You have a beautiful pussy, Diane. All pink and glistening.” Her pubic hair is darker than the hair on her head but she’s a real blond and not very hairy at all. A little shaving or shaping of that hair would leave her with a pussy that would make the centerfold if there was a magazine that featured pussies. As she lowers her hips again I move my head up close and lick up and down her lips. I put my hands under her knees and lift them, to raise her pussy up some. “Keep your knees up if you can so I can get a better taste of you.”

For several minutes deneme bonusu veren siteler I relish the taste of her, getting my tongue as far into her as I can, licking from her anus up to her clit and back, flicking my tongue on her clit, then back to sucking her pussy and licking her insides. Over and over. She’s essentially screaming. Her whole bottom is jumping and she cums again. Much bigger this time. I get my mouth over her whole pussy and suck in as much as I can. Then I slide three fingers into her and get my tongue back onto her clit. “Fuck, fuck” she’s almost screaming “Oh, oh,” as she has a third orgasm.

I pull my face back and slide up over her and get my very erect cock aimed into her. She reaches down to help aim me, and I start pushing with my hips. She’s tight. Tighter than I expected. I get in a little, pause, get in a little further, pull back a hair and then push in a little more. Eventually I’m all the way in. I can see her face, red and flushed, her eyes staring off at something in her mind. She grunts as she pushes back with her hips and I start pumping, in and out. She’s primed and way before I have a need to cum, she orgasms again. Her insides clamp on me and her fluids gush. Her long legs come up around me and push on my butt, holding me into her. Her internal clamping sort of pulses. If I had just cum she was milking my cock, inolunarily just from some primal instinct, to get all the sperm out. I stay in position until she calms slightly and then pull out, lift myself back and off her and lay next to her.

“Fuck, Gary, that was unbelievable. I’ve never felt anything so great. I thought I was going to pass out it was so much.” she almost murmurs, laying on her side to look at me and putting a hand on my chest.

“That’s the beginning Diane. Now, you do the same to me. Make me believe you love my body, my cock, and want it. Learn how to be a great cocksucker.”

Well, the girl’s a natural. I think she really wants to. I did mention using her hand to jerk me off while she’s sucking on me, did a little teaching but she doesn’t need much. She kisses me, kisses down my body, does my nipples, kisses my cock and licks around it. She tells me what a sexy cock it is, how it’s all hard and big and then darn near tries to swallow it. I tell her that I purposely pulled out of her before I came, partly because I don’t want to get her pregnant and partly because I wanted to stay erect so she could do what she’s in the process of doing. I also tell her that when I cum she can do whatever she prefers. She can swallow it, taste it, or she can pull back and let it shoot wherever. Some girls seem to think it helps their breasts to rub some cum in. She interrupts herself to quickly ask what I prefer. I tell her that all things being equal I think it’s sexier if she swallows, like she really wanted it.

And that’s what she does and claims that she loves it all. Then we hold each other and kiss and talk a little, building up to doing it all over again. I ask her about Carolyn, her sister. Carolyn’s married and has a baby. Makes me realize that it’s been seven years since I dated her. Actually more since we started our junior year of high school. I probably shouldn’t tell Diane but Carolyn was the virgin that I, also a virgin, first had sex with. That would have been when Diane was, what, eleven or twelve.

I must have had a look on my face when Carolyn’s name came up because Diane grins and says, “It was Carolyn’s eighteenth birthday when you both did it for the first time wasn’t it?” She grins, moves one leg to bend it and open up between her leg, takes my hand and puts on her pubic mound. Then she reaches for my cock and starts pulling on it a little, trying to wake it up and get it up. “Which of us is better?” she asks.

“You and Carolyn?” I ask as I stroke her labia and start pushing a finger into her. “There’s no answer to that. You’re both great. You’re different.”

“You’re just trying to be nice. One of us has to be better than the other.”

“Diane I don’t know how to answer you, to compare you two. Let’s see, who’s better, Catherine Zeta Jones or Gwyneth Paltrow? Carolyn is physically more a Jones, takes more after your mother. You’re more a Paltrow, probably more after your father. But that may not be right, comparing you to Paltrow. No, probably Cameron Diaz. Yes, with that great ass of yours, you’re more Diaz. So, how does anyone say Jones is better or worse than Diaz? They’re both great.” By now I have two fingers sliding in and out of her and she has my cock almost fully up.

“You’re still evading making a decision so I’ll make one,” she tells me. With that she moves quickly, causing my fingers to come out of her. She climbs on me, sits on my face and leans down to get her mouth to my cock. So I do what’s expected and start licking and fingering her pussy, working on it, sucking on it, getting my tongue to her clit. I use my hands to spread her open more and get my tongue up in her as far as I can. I can feel her sucking on my cock. I can hear her lips slurping. She’s not masturbating me with her hand though, just holding my cock as she sucks on it. I keep my tongue and mouth busy on her and I can feel her getting wetter and wetter. It doesn’t take long and she’s in a real orgasm, her bottom jerking around. She still has hold of my cock but she isn’t sucking on it. She sits down on my face, as she covers my chin with her juice.

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Why I Go to Bars Pt. 01

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From the moment I sat down in this small bar, I’ve been watching you two together on your corner bar stools. You appear bored, needing something.

Watching for almost an hour from my booth, I see you have nursed your red wine, your dark hair perfect, breasts high and firm, nipples showing thru the fabric of your light sweater. Your back straight as you would occasionally survey the small crowd, searching for something or someone?

Several times your gaze lingered on me and I would lift my cocktail in your direction, toasting you. You lowered your face, but I saw your smile of appreciation. I smile back.

Your companion has been on a marathon of drinking, and seeing how many beers he’s quaffed I’ve been waiting for him to go to the bathroom- so I can get closer and see if you are as sexy up close as you appear to me. I was getting bold and adventuress.

I am finally rewarded as he literally rises and staggers to the hall that houses both restrooms, mumbling to himself. Looks like my opportunity!

I’ve been wanting a better look at you in your low-cut blouse and I get up and walk up next to the bar stool you are on and order a bourbon. I glance over and see you looking at me with a shy smile on your lips. I turn my head and look at your lovely face and then at your full breasts. I can see the edge of your nipples under the silky top. You lean towards me giving me an unfettered view of your tits and I see the nips are puckered and beginning to point straight towards me.

I become brave, leaning over towards you and say, “I would love to kiss your nipples and fondle your breast’s for an entire night sometime.” My face looking serious.

“Maybe.” You murmur to me as the bartender brings my drink. Taking it, I turn my body towards you fully a moment and let you take a good look.

I bahis siteleri know you see the outline of my beginning erection forming and you know I desire your body greatly. Your hand lifts slightly and I feel the brush of your index finger over my penis. I inhale deeply as pleasure runs over my body. I feel precum wanting to rise out and a slight euphoria causes me to shiver.

I see your face redden and your breasts rising and falling as arousal begins to affect you also.

I turn to return to my seat before your husband returns.

Suddenly you take my hand, pulling it to your breast, rubbing it over your rock hard nipple.

I gently squeeze it causing your eyes to close and your thighs to tighten up as if your pussy lips were dilating and becoming wet with lubrication. My imagination is rampant as I get a tickling feeling in my cock.

The bathroom door begins to open, and I gently pull away to return to my seat to wait…I watch from my table, I can see you as you nurse your wine, making small talk with your companion, or perhaps he’s merely a friend? you appear irritated when he flirts with the bar maid. Maybe just a drunken friend?

You look towards me and smile and nod your head ever so slightly to the hallway that leads to the lady’s room. I gently squeeze my still swollen penis, looking you in the eyes. Your right hand caresses your right breast and you run a finger over the nipple, it hardens to a bullet instantly as your mouth opens and again squeeze your thighs closed. I can almost hear your soft moan of need and sexual want.

I slowly unzip my pants and the tip of my cock peeks out towards you. I squeeze and a drop of pre cum appears slowly. Your eyes widen as you slowly lick your lips. I zip back up.

Your companion orders another tall beer in canlı bahis siteleri a drunken voice and appears to be sleepy. His beer appears and he takes a long pull and then puts his head on the bar. There are only a few patrons in the bar, and no one notices except the bar maid who smiles knowingly and nods towards the hallway.

I see you say something to him, and he nods slightly putting his head back on his arms. Then you rise off the stool. You walk by me, smile and your eyes roll towards the lady’s room at the end of the hall.

I wait a moment and follow. You enter and turn to hold the door open as I enter.

You throw the deadbolt and walk towards me. I reach for you and we embrace.

My hands cup your breasts and you shiver as your arms envelope my neck pulling my lips to yours. Our kiss is deep, we explore each other’s mouths with our tongues. Heavenly!

With my left hand gently rolling your nipple, my right lowers to your ass and slowly pull you to me.

You wiggle as your vagina searches for my hard, upright cock and finding it begins to roll against it. A low moan escapes you and I pull you closer.

I can’t stop kissing you, forcing you back against the wall, I pull your skirt up. You are not wearing panties!

I unzip my pants allowing my hard shaft to appear. I place it in the valley between your legs and gently thrust in and out of your wetness, knowing I am sliding over your clit and your eager, wet vaginal opening. I don’t care if you’re wetness flows onto my pants.

I feel your swollen vulva moving against my hardness, searching for the bulbous head to penetrate them.

Your kisses intensify, you groan as your thrusts match mine, and we rock together, cock seeking entrance and pussy seeking to envelope him fully.

Your güvenilir bahis juices are saturating both of us, so warm, so soft, so needy. I lift your thigh with my hand, and it separates your legs, giving access to your pussy lips.

You have teased me all evening with glimpses of your breasts and your coy smiles. Now you are mine until you leave this room…

I fondle your breasts until you reach down and guide me towards your hot wet treasure.

I bend my knees and allow your pussy to take the eager tip of my cock within you. I stand slowly and feel your pussy totally engulf my throbbing penis. We look into each other’s eyes as our union is slowly completed. I hold your ass tight ass against me and let the moment fill us with pleasure and desire. Perfectly still for a brief moment, savoring each others body.

I begin to move slowly in and out of your perfection… I feel you shiver as my penis struggles to penetrate more, you lift your lips to mine and devour my tongue as you softly moan. Your lubrication fully coats my cock.

I feel your hips reach rhythm with mine and we slowly experience sexual intercourse for the first time with each other. Your pussy is searching for release and I grip your hips, pulling me fully inside your soft wetness… I am overwhelmed with pleasure from my toes to my dick. I feel you tremble in your own pleasure; our culmination is upon us.

Your orgasm starts and your body stiffens… all except your loins – they continue our slow sensuous fuck and you grunt and tremble in my arms as erotic pleasures spread over you. Wave after wave of joy. Your kiss intensifies as you feel my penis begin it’s throbbing within you. I ejaculate rope after rope of my essence deeper than you have ever felt. Even standing, fucking you is fantastic!

Still kissing you, I grind my last few drops of cum deep inside your tummy, You return the movement in your quest for the final peak of pleasure. We sigh into each others wet mouth’s. It is satisfyingly accomplished.

We slowly separate. We both think to ourselves. I want you again… but where?…when?

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Winter Retreat

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The highway was well plowed, nearly free of snow and ice as we made our way higher and higher into the mountains. Pines and spruce lined the sides of the road, bent over with the weight of their thick winter frosting. Everything looked so fresh with the new layer of snow which was falling in huge feather-like flakes. As we turned off onto the side road the evidence of a few tire tracks were the only sign of human passage; the further we travelled towards our destination the fewer the packed traces. The cabin was nearly 5 miles off the highway and then deep in the woods, tucked beside a bay on a small lake. We knew we’d have to abandon the truck before we ventured far off the old logging road and had brought along snow shoes and a toboggan to haul our gear along the last part of the trail.

As we entered the woods with our sleeping bags, wine and food tied down to the toboggan we revelled in the utter silence that surrounded us. Only the sigh of the wind could be heard whispering amongst the trees as we made our way through the fresh powder. Here and there bare patches still showed us the remnants of last fall’s dried grasses, stubble left to feed the deer that frequented the area. As we passed along it was hard to keep quiet but we both knew we felt the same way, total canlı bahis and utter peace. Finally away from our busy lives in the city we began to relax with the rhythmic motions of our snow shoes. At the last bend in the trail we stopped, both of us as always, amazed at the sight of the cabin nestled amongst the pines, knowing we had but two days to enjoy it before we would have to return to the rat race that awaited us back in town. Our time was precious so we pushed on and rushed about starting the wood stove and getting unpacked.

It wasn’t long before the big cast iron stove delivered it’s warmth to us allowing the removal of several layers of clothing. Lying in front of the fire, snow cooled wine in hand, we listened to the soft sounds of Eric Clapton as he strummed his guitar singing his tale of loves lost and found. The lanterns turned low, we watched as night fell as softly as the flakes mounting on the window sills. Snuggled on the rug, we held each other tightly talking of times past here at the lake. Our dinner lay wrapped in layers of foil on the stove top to heat as we relaxed and enjoyed our wine.

The warmth of the fire surrounding us now, we slowly undressed each other, the buttons, buckles and cloth falling away as our skin was revealed kaçak iddaa to the warmth of the fire and the heat of our passion. Kneeling, facing each other we couldn’t help but reach out and touch, fingers lingering, teasing our senses, gently stroking and kissing each other. My fingers glided over his smooth skin, so dark against mine even now in the midst of winter. The bottle of massage oil placed by the stove earlier was well warmed now and he poured it generously over my breasts and stomach. Small rivers of it ran down my sides and between my legs, the scent of it filling the air. Running my own hands down my stomach and now throbbing breasts I gathered some of the oil and slowly rubbed it into his chest and stomach muscles. Both of us breathed deeply of the aroma as we massaged and kneaded each other’s bodies.

As he slid his hands over my thighs goose bumps erupted over my flesh, a shiver running down my spine. Thinking I was getting cool he reached for another piece of wood and stoked the glowing embers of the fire. As he once again knelt in front of me I took a sip of my icy wine and bent over him taking his now hard penis into my mouth. The coldness of the wine caused a sharp intake of breath but I could tell he liked the sensation. Slowly kaçak bahis I ran my lips and tongue up and down his shaft leaving it wet and shiny in the lamp light. I stroked his back and buttocks with my hands, gently running my nails over his skin as I sucked him deep within me.

He slipped a hand into my hair, taking the curls between his fingers, encouraging me to do what I knew he enjoyed so much. The long fingers of his other hand slid down my back and sides, then down between my thighs meeting the wetness gathering there. As always, he knew exactly where to touch me, stroking my clit ever so softly and running the length of his hand down my wet folds. Slowly, back and forth, slipping a finger deep into me then retreating and returning once again until I moaned with building passion. As I sucked harder and quicker he kept pace with his fingers on my pussy, until we could wait no longer. Pushing me back until I lay across the rug, he spread my thighs and slid his erection into me, each inch slowly disappearing until he was fully enclosed in the hot wetness. I could feel his length inside me as he thrust in and out, each time bringing new waves of heat to my body. The oil made our skin glide over each other as he slid back and forth, in and out, bringing us both to the mutual orgasm that erupted within me; his hot seed meeting my juices as we both groaned in ecstasy.

Lying there in each others arms, the warmth of our lust and the warmth of the fire enfolding us we lay holding each other in our perfect winter retreat.

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Worth the Wait

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It all started with a message from one of those reunion sites. It read “I’ve finally found you ” and was signed “Much Love, Jennifer”. There is only one Jennifer that I know and I met her over twenty years ago in college. She was married (to a total asshole, I might add) and had a daughter. We had become fast friends and confidants. There were many times that she would lean on my shoulder and cry over stressors in her home life. A lot of this stress was due to her husband who thought her getting an education was a total waste of time, and was becoming increasingly jealous of the friends she was making. Naturally, I sent a reply with my home address, e-mail address and phone number. If nothing else, it would be great to catch up with her.

The next night, there was an e-mail message from her in my inbox. She was divorced, living in Georgia with her daughter and son (he came after we lost touch), and was working as a secretary in a hospital. She had two dogs (both hound dogs) named Freckles and Blue. She included her address and phone number in the message.

I sent her a message telling her what I was up to. For starters, I was in the middle of a very messy divorce. I lived in a mobile home (a double wide close to Charlotte, North Carolina) worked in a local psychiatric center as a nurses aide, had no pets, no kids, but was still an avid reader. (My ex-wife often said that books were the other woman in our marriage. For me it was a way to escape her controlling issues and guilt trips). I also promised to keep in touch with her, sending email messages at least once a week. “Now that you found me, I do not want to lose touch with you again.”

So at least once a week we sent each other e-mail messages telling each other what was going on in our lives. One night, I got a phone call from Jennifer. She told me that she was taking the kids to the mountains to see her father and wanted to know if it was okay if she stopped by with them on the way there. Gee, what could I say? A chance to see someone I have not seen in over ten years? Of course the answer was yes I gave her direction to my place and she told me she would be here on Saturday around noon.

Saturday could not get here fast enough. I was up at six in the morning, and put the finishing touches on the house. I showered, put on a fresh pot of coffee and before I knew it there was a knock at the door. There she was, as beautiful as I remembered her. Chestnut brown hair, brown eyes, generous mouth, and curves in all of the right places. I stepped back to let her in the house and she walked in and gave me the tightest hug I’ve ever had. Damn she felt great in my arms I did not want to let go.

“I’ve been thinking of this for a long time” she told me. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed your hugs.”

“About as much as I’ve missed yours.” I told her. I looked around for the kids, but they were not there. “I thought you were bringing the kids with you on your way to your dad’s place.”

“I was, but he called earlier in the week and asked if I could bring them a day earlier. He wanted to take them camping, so I dropped them off last night.”

“So, how long do you plan on staying?”

“I was going to get a hotel room and stay in town until Monday morning. I don’t have to be to work until the afternoon.”

“Well, let me save you the price of a hotel. You can stay here, I’ve got the spare room.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to put you out or be an impsotion.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll have to call the other women who were coming here this weekend, but they’ll have to understand.” I said jokingly. “It is not a problem at all. In fact, I made up the room in case you and the kids needed a place to stay.”

“Well, at least allow bonus veren siteler me to take you to dinner somewhere. It’s the least I can do.”

“You’re on.”

We spent the rest of the afternoon strolling down memory lane and comparing lives. We found out that we had a few things in common. We both went through nasty divorces and we were both currently single. We decided to go to dinner. She told me she was in the mood for Chinese food and I knew just the place to take her to. During dinner, I felt her foot trace up the inside of my calf. I just passed it off, until I felt her foot go higher. I looked up and she was giving me the cat-who-ate- the -canary smile.

“Ummmm…..”

“I have something I want to get off of my chest.” she said. “For twenty years, I’ve often wondered what it would be like to be with you. When my ex would fuck me I dreamed it was you. When I use my vibrator, I think it is you pumping in and out of me.” I sat there in stunned silence. I had no idea she wanted me all of this time. Hell, I wanted her just as much.

“What I am trying to say is that I want you. I want you to fill every hole you want to. I want you to make love to me, to fuck me, to do whatever you want to me. Wild or mild, I don’t care. I want to see what it is like to be with you.” she told me matter of factly.

“Well, it appears we have something else in common. I’ve wanted you for as long as I’ve known you. I too have often thought of what it would be like to fuck you, taste you, lick you all over, make love to you.” Her smile lit the room. “Let’s get out of here” I paid the bill and we headed back to my place.

We pulled into my driveway. I turned to her and said “If you come through that door, it is on. There is no turning back. I want you to understand that.”

“I understand totally. Now get your ass out of the car and into your house.”

When we entered my place, I pulled her to me and kissed her. Her arms came around my neck and I backed her against the door. Our kiss intensified and she pulled herself tighter to me. When our tongues met, it lit the spark that ignited the powder keg of twenty years worth of passion.

My hands came up and started to unbutton her blouse. She moaned deeply into my mouth. I pulled her bouse off of her shoulders and held it at her elbows, pinning her arms to her sides. I kissed and licked her mouth, her neck, her shoulder. I pulled her by the blouse and led her to the couch as I kissed her. The back of her knees bumped the couch and she went down onto the cushion. I got on my knees before her and kissed her again. My hands roamed around to her back and unhooked her bra. I tossed it to the side. I kissed my way down to her breasts and licked and nibbled her nipples.

“Oh my God ” she moaned. She arched her back and pressed her breasts closer to my mouth. “Don’t stop That feels too damned good I had not intention of stopping. However, there were other areas of her body to explore.

“Oh, you’re gonna love what I have in mind next.”

My hands went to the button of her jeans and popped it open. I hooked my thumbs into the waist band of her jeans and panties and started pulling them off. She raised her hips to make it just a bit easier for me. I left her breasts and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Then I kissed a trail down her wonderful body. Her neck, her breasts, her belly, were all on the path to what I was dying to try.

I kissed the insides of her thighs and bit lightly. Her hips started moving. She knew what was coming. I kissed up to her pubic mound and nuzzled my nose in the hair. My hands massaged her thighs as I kissed down to her pussy. I inhaled deeply before I lightly traced my tongue up her bahis slit. I pushed my tongue in harder and tasted her juices. I lapped at her hungrily. I was like a starved man given his first meal in weeks. Her legs came over my shoulders and she pulled me closer to her. Her hands rested on my head and her fingers tangled in my hair. She was moaning loudly and I just licked harder and deeper.

Her hips started grinding against my face. I licked higher and found her clit. The moment my tongue made contact with it, she pulled me harder into her and her legs wrapped around my neck. I licked nibbled and sucked on that delicious bud of flesh. I finger fucked her as I worked her clit over. She was moaning louder and louder. “Ohhhhhh Do not stop Please do not stop I am gonna cum soon ” I placed my thumb on her clit to massage I so I could suck down her juices. Her hips moved faster against my tongue and thumb. It was not long before her body tensed up. It seemed to get tighter and tighter as she arched her back looking for release. She let out a long guttural moan as she came into my willing mouth. “Oh God Oh my God I am cumming ” I sucked her juice willingly and slowed my licking. I wanted to bring her down slowly. Her legs released her grip on my neck and her fingers let go of my hair.

I kissed my way back up her body. As I went I gently licked the sweat off of her body. Oh, she was tasty in every aspect. I sat next to her and looked into her eyes. She grabbed me by the back of my head and puled me in for a long, wet, passionate kiss.

“My goodness, lover. You were the first man to do that to me.” she said in a dreamy voice. It took a moment for that to sink in.

“You mean I am the first man to go down on you?”

“Yes. You were the first man to go down on me, and it was wonderful The girls at work would tell me about their boyfriends and how they would eat their pussies. I always felt out of the loop when they would discuss that. They would also talk about tasting themselves on their boyfriends lips. And yes lover, that was wonderful too.” She kissed me again. “Just give me a minute to catch my breath, and I am going to return the favor.”

“That’s not necessary….” she placed a finger on my lips.

“It is very necessary. I’ve waited twenty years to see if you are as delicious as you look.” I blushed at her remark. “I actually made you blush? Holy shit, this night is definitely made for firsts ” She kissed me again, and kept kissing me as she climbed into my lap. Her fingers started to unbutton my shirt. She pulled my shirt open and scratched my nipples through my v-neck undershirt. It had the desired effect. My cock strained against my pants and started poking her in the ass.

She kissed my neck, and gently bit. Her hands grabbed both sides of my v-neck and she tore it in half. Her fingernails raked down my chest and then back up again. Her mouth attached to my right nipple and she bit it as she sucked. She pinched the other nipple and chuckled as she heard my sharp intake of breath. I was harder than Chinese Calculus, and she damned well knew it. Her hands undid my belt, and popped the button on my jeans. She slid to her knees in front of me and grabbed my cock as she lowered her mouth to the tip.

At first she sucked the tip, then backed off just a bit to lick the slit. The feeling was electric and delicious. She swirled her tongue around the tip of my dick and then engulfed the entire length. She slowly started bobbing her head up and down on my shaft. “Oh God Jennifer If you keep that up, I’m gonna blow my load right down your throat ” I felt her teeth lightly rake up my shaft.

“Good I want to taste you. I want to take all you have to offer.” She lowered her deneme bonusu mouth to my cock again and bobbed a few more times. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”

“Huh?”

“I said fuck my mouth. Grab my head and force your cock into my mouth and fuck it Otherwise I stop “

I did not need anymore prompting. I grabbed both sides of her head and forced my cock right into her willing mouth. I slowly pumped in and out as she sucked and batted her tongue on the underside. My pace picked up and she sucked harder. She started moaning loudly and the vibrations drove me wild. It was not going to be long now, and she knew it.

“Jennifer, baby, I am about to explode in your mouth!” I gasped. She pushed my hands off of her head and sucked hungrily on the tip. Her tongue swirled around the tip and she darted her tongue into the slit. She knew what she was doing. Every muscle in my body started to tighten up. She raked her teeth over the tip, and my body got tighter. She sucked the entire length into her mouth and slowly pulled back and that is when it happened. I came so hard I damn near blew the back of her head off, and she didn’t miss a single drop. She continued to suck until I was soft. When she was done she kissed her way back up my body and crawled into my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I tasted something odd, and realized it was me. I sucked hungrily on her tongue. As much as I thought I would be disgusted by something like that, it was turning me on more and more. What the hell, if women can do it, why not guys?

“That was delicious.” she said as she stroked my chest. “It tasted like something, oh what is the word I am looking for? I got it. It tasted like more.” she said enthusiastically.

She climbed off of my lap and asked where the bathroom was. I took her to the master bedroom where the master bathroom was also located. When she came out of the bathroom, I took her in my arms and kissed her. As we kissed, I walked her backwards towards my queen size bed. We got on the bed and kissed each other passionately. Our hands roamed all over our bodies. It was obvious that we both wanted more. That we both wanted what we’ve waited twenty years for.

She broke the kiss and said “I want you to fuck me.” With all of the kissing and petting we were doing, who was I to refuse. She definitely had me hard again, and I was quite sure she was wet. I climbed between her legs and found that she was very wet. She grabbed my cock and aimed it at her waiting hole. I slowly slid in, reveling at the warmth and tightness of her pussy. Damn she felt good. I pulled back and slid back in slowly, enjoying the feel of her. Her legs wrapped around my hips and she started fucking back. We both picked up speed and intensity. Her fingernails raked down my back and she bit my shoulder. That only spurred me on. I fucked her as hard as I could. Her moans were getting louder and louder, as were mine.

I got up on my knees and pulled her into me. We ground against each other as I bent down to suck and bite on her nipples. I licked the sweat from between her breasts as we fucked harder and harder. Her legs wrapped tighter around me and I knew she was on the verge of cumming. I fucked her with longer deeper strokes. We were both on the verge of cumming. She pinched my nipples, and that was all it took to throw me over the edge. I flooded her pussy, and when I started, I felt her throb and flutter against my raging cock.

We lay down beside each other, trying to catch our breath. I was tracing my fingers over her arm.

“You were wonderful, Jennifer.”

“You too.” She replied. “You were better than all of my fantasies about you. And you were most definitely worth the wait.”

“Just think baby, we have the rest of the weekend to fuck each others brains out!”

She giggled and said “Honey, when I am done with you, you will be walking sideways and saddle sore.”

“Bring it on baby! Bring it on.”

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Honey found herself “there” once again, wherever “there” was.

Her clothes were along the lines of most of her outfits when she was transported — although sometimes they were more erotic or kinky. Always high heels — shoes, strappy sandals or knee-length boots. Always a skirt or dress, never trousers or jeans. Always a low-cut top — sometimes with a bra, sometimes without one. She was relieved that this time they were smart-sexy, rather than slutty-sexy.

Honey never remembered how she got here — she just suddenly was. It was as if it were a dream, although she knew it wasn’t one. She remembered her “real” life perfectly, exactly what she had done up until she arrived here, who she had spoken to, what she had eaten, even which TV programmes she had watched.

It was as if someone had just flicked a switch and she was magically transported here. She knew she would remain here for a few hours and then she would, just as suddenly, be transported back “home”, to real life.

The strange thing was that when she was here — wherever “here” was — she was aware of and remembered her life here and “back home” and yet when she was where she thought of as home, she knew she had no memory of her time here.

She knew the visitors would appear soon and she knew that for some reason that wouldn’t bother her here, even though back home she would have been completely horrified if she did some of the things she did here.

Of course, Honey had her fair share of attention at home. At 38 years old she was a very attractive woman. Chestnut hair and brown eyes and a figure that used to be athletic but then filled out — and now was even more sexy than it was when she was younger. Her legs were a little on the plump side but that just seemed to make them look even better when her calves were thrust out by a pair of high heels. Her meaty thighs now seemed as if their sole purpose was to look good adorned by stocking tops and suspender clips. And her breasts were not just large, they always seemed to be just about to fall out of her bra, a quality which ensured that males from 18 to 80 (and a few females, too) found themselves quite unable to remove their gaze from Honey’s deliciously plump titties.

The man with the clipboard appeared in front of her. He often appeared when she was here, but not always.

“Good morning, Honey. How are we today?” he said, while making some note or other on his form.

“Fine, thank you,” said Honey — and she was fine. She was always well looked after when she was here. It was just that … things worked differently here.

“Is there anything you need? A sandwich? A coffee or a glass of water? A glass of wine?”

“Just a water would be good,” Replied Honey and the man made a quick call on his phone to order it.

“Now, a few questions if you don’t mind,” The man said, sitting on a chair just in front of her. Honey remained standing. Sometimes there was a chair or a stool or something — but not today.

Honey heard the curtain behind her rustle and wondered who it would be this time. The visitors varied and … “Sorry — could you repeat that?” she said, realising that the man was waiting for an answer.

“Of course,” he replied. “You know the drill by now. I have to run through the form and when we are done you are free to go back home whenever you want. But the questions do take a bit of concentration to answer.”

Honey tried to put the rustling of the curtain and the wondering who was visiting out of her mind so she could concentrate on answering the questions.

“Basics first. Full name, date of birth and address, please”

As expected, as soon as Honey started answering she felt the hand. She never knew where it would start — this time it lightly traced her right leg from her ankle, over the bulge of her calf, the back of her knee and under the hem of her skirt to her thigh.

“Concentrate please.” Said the man with the clipboard, “We have a busy day here today and we’d like to process you quickly, if possible.”

Honey never knew exactly how she was “processed”. She just seemed to be asked lots of questions, often very similar but with just a slight difference, enough that she really did have to concentrate. And, of course, there were consequences if she got the answers wrong — and the man with the clipboard was very good at spotting any inconsistencies in her answers. Seemingly innocent questions, devised so that you really did have to concentrate on them.

Honey tried to clear her mind and concentrate on his voice. “Honey ..” she started but was immediately interrupted.

“Name and address to be spelt out, please.” he said.

Of course, that meant Honey had to concentrate that little bit harder — and so it was a little later that she realised the hand was gently rubbing her slit over her panties and another bonus veren siteler hand was gently cupping her right breast. She hesitated — but a stern glance from the man with the clipboard brought her mind back to the spelling while the hands continued their fondling.

The hands were urgent, lacking finesse — but still enjoyable. She wondered who today’s visitor would be.

“First section done — that wasn’t too difficult, was it?” he smiled.

Honey knew that she would have a minute or so while he checked her answers before he started on the next section. She knew the sections would get more difficult as they went on and she would really need to concentrate so she tried to block out the feelings the hands were starting to encourage.

One breast was now hanging loose, eased out of her blouse and bra. The hand stroked and cupped it and teased the nipple. The other hand worked her panties to one side of her pussy lips and started easing a finger inside.

She looked over her shoulder with trepidation. “Oh no!” she cried. The hands belonged to Brian, a neighbour she used to babysit when he was younger. He always stared at her breasts and tried to look up her skirt, even then. Now an even hornier 20-year-old, he probably thought he was in some fantasy dream and didn’t question how he came to be groping his babysitter of a few years ago.

“Hi Honey,” he stuttered, his hands not stopping their fondling and groping. “Haven’t seen you for a while. You OK?”

That was the trouble with visitors transported here. They seemed to think it was perfectly normal to take all sorts of sexual liberties with the sexy, shapely, sexily dressed woman in front of them. It was only Honey who was embarrassed. It was as if she took on their embarrassment and added it to her own.

“Concentrate!” she told herself. “Just let them have their fun and they will move on.”

It wasn’t that Honey minded them taking liberties with her body. Here she was perfectly fine with any sexual activity they might desire. It was just the distraction to her concentration that irritated her. That and the embarrassment.

It was more than embarrassment, really. It was a sort of shame or humiliation that she would let people do these things to her. That she would actually enjoy them doing these things to her.

Although no-one had actually told her it was a rule, Honey somehow knew that once the owners of the hands were satisfied, they would move on. They didn’t seem to be allowed to stay beyond that. It also seemed to be a rule that Honey could suggest they didn’t do things or that they limited what they did — but couldn’t actually do anything to stop them.

And so, when Honey felt an erection brushing against her thigh, she opened her legs to allow it to slip between her soft, nylon clad thighs — and then immediately clamped them shut over them. It didn’t always work, sometimes they wanted to rub their erections against her pantied bottom or use her bum cleavage to rest their erections along and masturbate themselves this way. Sometimes they just plain wanted to slide their erections slowly into her moist pussy. But often she was lucky and she could excite them much more quickly this way, allow them their release and allow her to concentrate on the questions. But it did increase her sense of humiliation/shame. She would blush, stammer, look away, plead with them not to go too far, maybe just play with themselves while they looked up her skirt or fondled her breast, but nothing more.

It never worked, of course. In this world, her visitors saw nothing whatsoever wrong with fondling a sexy woman and even doing whatever popped into their minds to satisfy their swollen erections. And in this world, erections were always … extremely erect.

“Now, which family members?” the man with the clipboard said, “Just choose three.”

Honey tried to block out the tingling feeling which was gradually growing throughout her pussy and even her thighs. It didn’t help that the erection between her thighs was now prodding urgently at her pussy lips.

“Well, my husband, of course,” said Honey, wondering why he didn’t just get on with it and push that thing into her pussy. “We have been married almost 19 years and we love each other very much.” She was now trying to push her body backwards, willing the throbbing erection to enter her pussy. If she could only get him to orgasm, he might leave her alone to concentrate on the questions.

“My mother. We can talk about everything. And I think my nephew for the third. He’s growing into such a handsome young … oh! … man.” The hesitation was because that teasing erection had finally decided it wanted to slip into the moist, warm bed which was Honey’s pussy.

The man with the clipboard raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment on the hesitation.

As if by magic, Honey’s husband, Frank, her nephew, Billy and her mother, Betty were all standing next to her. As with Honey, situations which would horrify them were quite mundane bahis in this strange world and Billy uttered “Oh, stockings.” And almost absent-mindedly started fondling his aunt’s legs.

“Hello dear.” Said her mum and gave Honey a big kiss right on the lips, “Father Liam sends his regards.” Even in this world, Honey was a little surprised to find her very religious mother slipping her tongue into Honey’s mouth and moving her hand around Honey’s one still-enclosed breast.

After what seemed a very long time, Betty broke off the kiss and noticed the young man fucking her daughter’s pussy. “Didn’t Honey used to look after you a few years ago? It must be lovely to fuck her now — I can only imagine how horny you must have been having her around. I’m awfully sorry but we may not be here for long — would you mind if we jumped the queue? You are welcome to use me if you want. I’m not as young or as pretty as my daughter is but I do think my breasts are even bigger than hers — look.”

And with that, Betty lifted one plump breast above her bra cup and held it to his mouth as he eagerly sucked on her nipple. “Only fair I offer something in return if you are letting us jump the queue — I know how horny you boys can be.”

Uttering “No — don’t pull it out!” under her breath, Sally heard a soft plop and an empty feeling in her pussy.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw her mother unzipping her nephew’s trousers and extracting a long — and very erect — penis and begin to stroke it.

Honey never lost her surprise at how sexually open people became when they visited here. Even her mother. Especially her mother.

Honey remembered how her mother didn’t used to let her go out on dates because a skirt was too short or too tight or Honey’s breast flesh was showing over her top. Honey would dutifully change but although she didn’t look quite as obviously sexy in the new outfit, the boys had just as much fun discovering her stockings and suspenders under a long skirt as they would have done under a short one.

But at least her mother was happy. At least she could look young Father Liam in the face and not blush when he asked how her pretty young daughter was.

“It will be so nice for your aunt Honey to be your first.” Said Betty, her fingers moving up and down the shaft. “Let’s just check she’s ready for you.” And with that, Betty teased open Honey’s pussy lips and slid first one, then a second finger inside her by now very wet pussy.

“Yes mum — that’s perfect. Don’t stop” cried Honey, who was by now desperate for release.

“Don’t be silly, dear.” Replied her mum, “I’m just getting you ready for Billy. It’s only right he has his first fuck with his aunt. After all, your husband seems to have given his blessing.”

Honey moved her head and saw her husband, Frank watching all that was going on as he stroked his small cock.

“Yes, I’m fine with that.” Said Frank. “Billy needs a fuck much more than I do. I’m happy just to watch. You know I like watching.”

“Well come over here and help me, Frank.” Said Betty. My hands are busy and my own pussy needs some attention. You can have your special fun too, if you want.”

Frank didn’t need asking twice. He rushed over to Betty and started rubbing his little cock over the back of her dress, nestling it in the valley between her bum cheeks. The soft material felt lovely against his little cock and his hands eased the hem of her dress up her legs so her could fondle her thighs, deliciously covered by her flesh-coloured stockings.

“Right, section 2.” Said the man with the clipboard and Honey gave a groan. She was hoping she could make her visitors orgasm quickly but she knew this would be more difficult while she was being asked questions again.

“Ooh that’s lovely Frank. Keep doing that while I see to Billy.” Said Betty, pulling her fingers out of her daughter’s wet pussy.

“No! Mum — please. I need to cum!” cried Honey, close to tears by now.

“You know the rules.” Said the man with the clipboard, “You can only cum when everybody else has had their fun. And as long as you don’t miss more than one answer.”

“Well, I don’t need to cum.” Said Betty. “I need to get back to prepare Father Liam’s tea. But Billy seems eager to shoot his load. I’m sure that will be enough.” And with that she grasped Billy’s long shaft and guided the head of his cock into her daughter’s very squidgy pussy.

“No — you all have to cum or I can’t.” said Honey. “You know what it is like here. I’ll just be on the edge until the next time you visit — even when I am back home. It will be agony.”

Well,” said Betty, playing with Billy’s balls as she watched his cock thrust in and out of her daughter’s soaking pussy, “I’m certainly not going to touch myself. Whenever I tell Father Liam in the confessional that I have done that he gives me a much stronger penance than usual.”

“Frank!” pleaded Honey, “You’re my only hope. You must make my mother cum.”

“Well, I suppose that would be alright.” deneme bonusu Mused Betty. “As long as I didn’t touch myself, I suppose it would be alright.”

“But I like rubbing my boy-cock against your mum’s skirt.” Cried Frank. “It’s so soft and my little cock nestles along her bum crack perfectly. It’s like it wraps itself around it and caresses my winkie.”

With that, Betty pulled her dress up to her waist and said to Frank, “Try rubbing it against my panties, where they cover my bum. You might like that.”

“Oh yes!” said Frank, thrusting along the smooth, satin material.

“Good work, mum.” Cried Honey. “Now, Frank, if you love me you need to play with mummy’s pussy. Can you do that?”

“Isn’t that a bit naughty?” asked Frank. “I mean, playing with your mother’s pussy while I rub my little cock against her bum — and right in front of you.”

“But it’s fine when we are here — don’t you remember?” asked Honey. “Look. Mum is playing with Billy’s balls as his cock slides in and out of my pussy so you just touching mummy in front of me is no worse than that, is it?”

Betty carefully took Frank’s right hand and placed it over her groin. Frank’s curious fingers immediately sought out Betty’s pussy and clit. Betty leaned back and gave a low moan as his fingers found their target. Her own hand eased the other plump breast over the top of her bra and her fingers brushed across her own nipple. She felt very naughty doing this. Playing with one breast while her neighbour’s son sucked on the other and letting her son-in-law rub his tiny cock against her satin panties — and all as she stroked her nephew’s cock as it slid in and out of her daughter’s pussy. She knew she would enjoy confessing all this to Father Liam. She would have to find a way of remembering it all once she went home.

“Yes, that’s right.” Hissed Honey. “Help each other to cum and then I will be able to cum. I’ll do what I can to help you all too. Just let me know what you want me to do. Anything.”

Honey had now been on the verge of her orgasm for a very long time. She didn’t know whether it was magic or science or something else but she knew she wouldn’t get over that final hurdle until all her visitors had their orgasms. And, as she found out on one visit here, if they don’t all cum she not only can’t get release here, she can’t cum when she is back home. She just stays in a state of permanent arousal, just on the edge of orgasm, but not able to push herself over the edge. And with no memory of what happens here she can’t do anything to help herself. Not until the next time she returns here and makes her visitors orgasm before her.

“So, Billy,” gasped Honey, “are you enjoying fucking aunt Honey’s juicy pussy?”

“And you seem to be enjoying sucking my big breast, too.” Said Betty.

“Oh yes, aunt Honey!” cried Billy, “Sucking your mum’s titty while fucking your pussy is wonderful. Can we always do it this way?”

“Only here, Billy.” panted Honey, “You know we would think this was disgusting if we were back home.”

“Yes,” moaned Betty, “I can’t imagine what Father Liam would say if he knew what we got up to over here.” And the thought of Father Liam knowing what she was doing right now gave Betty an extra little gush in her pussy and she knew she would allow him to get all the details out of her. She would make some notes to remind herself of everything she got up to here so she would remember it all when she went home.

Honey knew that Billy would be the easiest to excite and so started on him. “Your cock feels lovely inside my pussy, Billy. Did you want to cum inside me or over my panties or my stockings?”

As she said it, she blushed terribly and at the same time she became even more horny. It was always a balancing act. She had to excite him to get him to cum — but that embarrassed her more, which in turn made her more and more horny.

Billy gave a gasp and Honey felt his cock twitch inside her. She knew she had him under her control now. “So Billy, shall I wriggle my bum a little? Would that excite you? Or shall I get my mum to hold my titty to your mouth …”

And with that, just as Honey had hoped, Billy gave a little groan, threw his arms around her bum and thighs and spunked and spunked deep inside her pussy.

One down. Next – her husband.

“Frank — could you play with mummy’s breasts now that Billy has cum and lost interest?”

Frank gave a nervous giggle. “What — you want me to fondle my mother-in-law’s breasts? Do I have to stop rubbing my little cock against her pantied bum?”

No,” said Honey, “you carry on rubbing against her like that. She does seem to like it.” Betty was moaning as she pushed her bum and her pussy back into her son-in-law’s lap, grinding against his little erection.

“Oh, put it inside me!” cried Betty, who was now almost as desperate to cum as her daughter was. “Just pull my panties down my thighs and FUCK ME!”

“Are you really sure it is alright? That you don’t mind?” asked Frank. “It does seem rather naughty.”

“Of course it is alright.” Said Honey, now willing to do almost anything to excite the others so that she would be able to make herself cum. “Would it help if I played with myself? You like watching that, don’t you?”

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Wendy and I went into the local pub in the village where we live in Ireland. It is a very backward part of the world but an American satellite tracking station had just come to the nearby area. Things were looking up! Rumour had it that several hunky American boys were now in the area.

Behind the bar stood Gloria. My name is Maureen and all three of us had been through school together. Gloria’s Dad was the landlord and Gloria herself had always had a reputation of being a slutty girl! She was a very sexy looking and her cleavage was on display. This, coupled with her reputation, no doubt provided an attraction and pulled the local lads in!

Sure enough there were three or four new faces to be seen. They were well built, good-looking boys and one of them lost no time in asking us what we wanted to drink.

Gloria came over. “Are you coming to the party,” she asked us?

“Hey Gloria, give us a chance to ask them,” said one of the boys. “Would you come,” they chorused?

Gloria smirked at us. “They are a bit goody-goody,” she told the boys. “I bet they don’t dare come.”

I tossed my head and accepted immediately. “You don’t know what you are letting yourselves in for,” said Gloria before going back behind the bar laughing.

We were picked up at a pre-arranged point in a large van. There were several girls already on board including Gloria, who, true to form was being looked after and fondled by two of the boys.

“I did warn you she said mysteriously. “Warn us about what” I asked with a tinge of anxiety which induced a certain amount of sexual arousal in my panties!

We arrived and were bundled out of the van into a large house which had been rented by the American authorities for their staff. Remembering the dark hints that Gloria kept dropping I was feeling very “turned on” by the thought of what may be in store and felt a bit like a harem girl as we were all hustled into the house!

The boys were very polite and we were all given drinks. Soon the party began to warm up and my friend Wendy was selected by a good looking boy and another one told me I was “his girl.” What a cheek, I thought, but then, eyeing him up and down thought, not bad though, not bad!

There was a shriek and it was Gloria in trouble. She had probably been cheeky to one of the boys and they didn’t need much of an excuse to chase after her. She tore through the rooms hotly pursued by three boys and was squealing in mock terror. We watched fascinated as they caught her.

“What is her punishment to be,” said one of them?

Gloria was held fast and was obviously enjoying being the centre of attraction. Suddenly she broke free and sped upstairs. Several boys joined in and she was soon caught again in one of the bedrooms. illegal bahis She was brought triumphantly down by her captors. They had pulled her dress off and she was in her underwear.

“Whatever you do don’t take me up to bed again,” she pleaded!

But they had all read the story about Brer Rabbit! and she was once again frog-marched upstairs.

Both Wendy and I were a bit horrified the way this party was heading but both of us were very aroused. My boyfriend was quietly going upstairs to see what fate lay in store for sexy Gloria! Wendy and I couldn’t help ourselves and followed and the bedroom door was quietly opened.

Gloria was being held down by the boys and stripped naked. We noticed though that she eagerly lifted her bottom so that her panties could be removed.

My boy friend was behind me and he put his arms around me. I watched fascinated as one of the boys went down on Gloria and she panted with sexual excitement as he found her clitoris with his tongue. Her arms and legs still were being held tightly but this was just adding to her state of arousal because she was passionately kissing one of her captors!

A hand was gently rubbing my pussy through my thin skirt and instead of stopping him I couldn’t resist opening my legs a bit for him to touch the right spot!

Wendy and her friend were also watching and I noticed that Wendy’s breasts were being gently squeezed and massaged as she lifted her lips to kiss her tormentor in a gesture of approval.

Suddenly Gloria caught site of Wendy and I. “Those two haven’t been initiated yet,” she said.

All the boys looked around at us. Is that right said one of them? “Lets grab them”!

“You have to be initiated,” they said, “so that you are “one of us.”

We were both terrified at what might lay in store for us. Gloria, the cause of all the trouble (as usual!), had slipped her panties back on and was otherwise completely naked, arrived at the scene to find both of us with our hands tied behind our backs.

“I did warn you,” she told us.

“Wait,” said two of the boys together. “We are not here to frighten anyone and if they want to leave they can do so and we will kiss you and take you home right now.”

Then I noticed someone we knew only too well and I nudged Wendy. Jennifer had also been in our class at school and had been a very prim little Miss and rather plain, with her glasses and her pigtails! Now here she was at this party and she still wore her glasses and pigtails and looked totally vulnerable. However, her underwear was very provocative.

She wore a short sexy black slip which only came down to the top of her nylons. A leather collar was around her neck and her hands were handcuffed behind her back. She was casino siteleri between two beefy looking young men and little Jennifer was their slave! Well, well, not at all what we would have expected from the prissy little girl we had known.

She recognised us at the same time and implored us not to tell a soul that she ever came here. After all, was she not the daughter of the churchwarden of the local Protestant church? Obviously she was enjoying herself immensely and the last thing she wanted was to be rescued!

“Please don’t tell,” she said again as one of her “captors” stamped his authority over her by lifting her slip and slipping his hand down inside the front of her matching black knickers and started to fondle her. Far from resisting, she nestled her face into his chest and shut her eyes.

What neither Maureen or Wendy knew was that the girl that they had known as plain little Jennifer had developed into a true nymphomaniac. She knew only too well that the pigtails made her look like an innocent little virgin and the boys found that irresistible.

Several girls were present and had probably been through similar experiences. They were being fondled by their respective boyfriends and clearly enjoying the sexual tension.

“You see,” said Gloria triumphantly, “they haven’t said they want to go home. I bet they are having the time of their lives,” and with that she lifted Wendy’s dress. Well, well, what have we here she said triumphantly. I stopped wearing schoolgirl knickers when I left school!

Poor Wendy’s cotton panties had a large damp stain on them. “Look at her,” she said, brazenly. “She is gagging for it”!

I squirmed hoping that Gloria wouldn’t remember me but it was in vain.

“And what about this one” she said, as I was being held firmly by eager hands. My skirt was thin nylon and had an elasticated waist. Gloria just yanked the skirt down and it fell around my ankles. My panties weren’t just damp, they were positively soaking wet. My brain had been telling my vagina that it had better be well lubricated for what is going to happen to it!

“Another innocent little schoolgirl,” she said and I blushed because I thought my white cotton panties were so little-girlish.

Gloria put her face next to mine and brazenly fondled my aching pussy in front of everyone.

“Go for it Honey, just go for it,” she whispered. “These guys really know how to treat a girl and have got plenty of lovely condoms.”

My heart missed a beat. This was the 70’s and condoms were not available in Catholic Ireland. The thought of fucking in complete safety was just too much. I remembered how my previous boyfriend had brought some back from England and how they had allowed us complete freedom. poker siteleri No way was I going to chicken out now.

Our faces were flushed with embarrassment but we were both totally aroused. Our silence spoke volumes and it was obvious that we wanted to stay. The air of sexual excitement had got to all the boys and girls and all they wanted to do was pair off and find a bedroom together.

Gloria returned to her room with at least four other boys and Jennifer was led away by her lead! They were both in for a busy time.

What the “initiation” ceremony was to have been we would have to wait another day to find out.

The boys released our hands and kissed us. “No hard feelings,” asked Wendy’s friend? In reply we took them by the hand and led them upstairs.

It turned out they were roommates and more embarrassment as we hesitated.

“Come with us,” they said and we walked along the landing to quietly open another room. All the rooms are shared and each one has two beds, they explained. Both the beds were occupied and each couple were completely ignoring the other as they made love. One couple were still in the throes of foreplay and the other couple were fucking furiously.

We returned to our room and started to undress provocatively in front of both the boys.

“By the way,” said one of them. “We think your “knickers” as you call them are just sexy as hell”!

My boy was sitting on the bed and ordered me to come to him. He pulled my panties down and I stepped out of them. He turned me round and after he unclipped my bra his big hands squeezed my breasts.

I turned again and French-kissed him in a really sexual way. This was my way of telling him that I was his to do as he liked with and please could he hurry up! Then I knelt before him and undid his belt and pulled his pants down and then his boxers. His manhood sprang out in my face and I shuddered with anticipation at the thought of that iron shaft and what he was going to do with it.

Wendy was just as abandoned and started sucking her boy friend off and mine was going down on me. Soon I returned the compliment but by then Wendy had her legs wide apart and was panting loudly as she was being unmercifully fucked. This just completed my arousal and I lay back on the bed with my red hair spread over the pillow and my legs invitingly wide apart…..

Wendy and her boy friend had finished and were enjoying watching us perform. Eventually my beau gasped as I pulled his condom off and masturbated him to his own climax until he shot his load over my tits.

They clapped and we all laughed. We had lost all our shyness and sex was all that mattered to us after that.

The pair of us became frequent visitors to those lovely sex parties and after our own initiation we were always eager to join in the initiation of new girls. Most of them were up for it and eager as we were for the sexual experience.

I wonder what the locals would have thought if they knew what was going on in that house…..?

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When I First Saw You

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When I first saw you, you were standing in the lobby of the Hermitage Hotel in Nashville, Tennessee, bathed in afternoon sun pouring through leaded glass windows. You shone among the plush furniture and dark mahogany furnishings, in a red linen suit that tightly defined your figure and set off your white skin in a blaze. A figure that stood tall on polished black leather heels. They must have been 3 inches, at least. You looked very fine. You looked perplexed, as well.

Not being an idiot, I went to you to with the intent of assistance, but my mind’s eye could not help hoping to know you, to see you slipping out of that red suit. I don’t know if you could tell that when I asked if I could help you find your way, but that is what I was thinking. And my head was spinning.

Your reply was slyly inviting. “Yes, I need help getting off to the airport.”

“Uh, yes, getting off to…” I stammered as my fantasy almost got the best of me, “the airport.” I gathered my senses. “What time is your flight?” I asked.

“Oh, not till tomorrow morning, but I was checking to see if there was a service to get me there.”

I feigned disappointment, saying “Oh, I thought you might need help finding your way through the city. I’m a native and I enjoy showing people around the town.”

Then you flashed the dazzling smile that almost took my breath away and answered, “Thank you. That canlı bahis is a kind offer and I wish I could take a tour, but I’ve had a long day and I simply want to relax, have dinner, and get a good night’s sleep before my flight in the morning.” Being a traveler myself, I could understand how you felt; you immediately had, in addition to my erotic fixation, my sympathies. I also knew that often on the road, after business all day, an interesting conversation with someone could make the long hotel hours pass quickly. So I acted.

“Please allow me to take you the Capitol Grille right here in the hotel. It is one of Nashville’s best restaurants. You won’t have to walk far and the atmosphere is very relaxing.”

Without batting an eye you accepted the invitation, took my arm and replied, “Oh, that sounds wonderful; please do take me, I’d like that very much!”

We had a fabulous dinner and conversation. We really hit if off. In retrospect, I don’t know if that made any difference or not, because it became obvious that you were going to satisfy yourself one way or another. Maybe that night I was just the lucky guy.

After the meal you asked me to come up to your room so you could give me small gift in appreciation for the dinner. I did not put up much resistance, of course, but hemmed and hawed a bit out of decency. All thoughts of decency left my mind when, kaçak iddaa during our ride alone together on the elevator, you grabbed the swell in my pants and said, “Hummm. What really relaxes me is a good fuck. That is my gift to you, if you want it.

As I said, I am not an idiot. I immediately responded by running my hands to your linen waist, stepped closer, my hands sliding inside your jacket, and replied, “Mam’, you’ve got me all night long!”

“Good,” you replied, “That is what I want. Get ready to please me,” and as the elevator doors opened you gave my cock a final squeeze and pulled me out to the hall.

And you didn’t let go. Now, I’ve never had a woman drag me down a hallway by my crotch, but the gleam in your eyes told me that it was not a bad thing at all. No doubt you noticed my enjoyment as the bulge you held so firmly grew in your grip. I tripped along, just quick enough to keep up but slow enough so that you kept a taut pull on my cock. When we got to the door to your room, your removed the key card from your purse and slid it through the lock with your free hand, not once lessening your grip. I kept on coming right behind you till I crushed you against your door and the hard rise in my pants settled jammed into the spot with your hand against your crotch. I pressed up and down, up and down while my hands took your hair and pulled your face kaçak bahis back toward me. Before I could move to kiss you, your mouth found mine and your tongue swirled my inside against mine. You turned the handle and pulled us through the open door, all the while half-turned to me with your hand on my crotch and your lips locked to mine.

Once we were safely inside and the door shut, you stepped back from me and looked me in the eye. You were already mussed and sweaty and your eyes told the story that you were far from satisfied. And the next words from your mouth confirmed it. “You are going to fuck me till I cum, then I will suck you till you are hard again and you’ll fuck me again.” Who was I to argue?

Can’t say I was surprised when you removed the red linen jacket to reveal a matching satin blouse that barely held your full breasts and left nothing to the imagination of your nipples. You pulled on the points there, rolled them in your fingers. Your ivory skin went blush.

The next two hours were unbelievable; you relentlessly used my body. Never had I know a woman so devout in her attention to herself and her lover. How many times you took me, your mouth, your lips, fingers, nipples, on my flesh—till again I was hard for you. I showed my appreciation in return, I hope, with my meager explorations.

You seemed pleased as you sat cross-legged in the sheets, smiling, smoking a cigarette. We laughed. Tomorrow you would be gone from my life. I made no attempt even to suggest we stay in touch. The sensual delight that met me that night was too serendipitous to try and hold. As when I first saw you.

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What Would You Think

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Well then, just what would you think?

It’s a hot summer night, you’re two hundred miles from home, your car’s just ground to a halt, your cell phone doesn’t work because there’s no signal, you’ve climbed over three fences and crossed an ankle-deep creek to get to the nearest house… and the beautiful blonde in the bathrobe that answered the door invites you inside. Okay, so you’d pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming, but after that what would you do? Yeah, you’d probably do exactly what I did. I followed her into the house, watching her beautiful ass through the flowing robe she had on.

I was on my way home after a golf weekend with my buddies. Crossing the wild, rural Appalachians, my car’s radiator sprung a leak. I came off the freeway and nursed as many miles as I could out of the ailing vehicle, looking out for some sign of civilization. Then I left it by the road and walked cross country. I was tired and mightily pissed off when I arrived at the only house in sight that Sunday evening. I figured that this far out in the sticks some old timer and his wife would answer the door of this run-down and remote shack. Best I was hoping for was an exchange of pleasantries and the use of a phone to find a local breakdown truck. Instead, a blonde vision in a white bathrobe pulled open the ageing wooden door.

Stunned that such a creature might be my salvation, I mumbled something about my car dying and could she maybe…

“I’m Terri,” She kind of half-smiled, half-laughed, “please come in and we’ll find someone to fix your car.”

I closed the door and followed her through to the kitchen, noticing brown cardboard boxes everywhere. I figured she was either just moving in, or just about to move out.

“You want coffee?” She turned to face me, already holding a pot. Her lip twisted at the corner of her mouth as she eyed my disheveled appearance. “Or maybe something stronger would be better.”

She poured me a cup anyway. “The nearest town is about twenty miles away. I was born and raised there, know everyone. My brother owns a garage, and a tow truck. I’ll call him and get him to take care of your car. It’ll be a few hours, but you can stay here a while.” She handed me the steaming cup.

“I, err… don’t want to put you to any trouble,” I stammered as I took the cup she offered.

“It’s okay.” She smiled at me, lifting the phone, “You can pay me back, I’m sure. It’s been a long time. I could use a man’s touch. How ’bout you make love to me. That’ll be fair exchange.”

I stood there, my tongue paralyzed as she spoke into the phone, arranging for my car to be picked up and towed to her brother’s garage. Had I misheard her? Did this lovely creature actually want me to make love to her, just like that?

“He can get to your car in a few hours. He’s pretty busy this evening.” She replaced the phone and poured herself some coffee. “I’ll drive you out to his garage in the morning; it ought to be ready by then. That sound okay to you?”

I nodded, dumbstruck. She checked out my appearance again, impassively. It obviously wasn’t my dapper appearance that she wanted. I felt terrible. I was sweaty, tousled and one leg was soaking from my battle with the creek.

“You want to take a shower?” she asked, offhandedly indicating a door off the lounge. “I’ll get you some dinner while you get cleaned up.”

Totally off-guard because of her declaration of intent, I decided to take her up on that invitation, rather than stand there, ill-at-ease and wondering how serious she was, while she cooked for me.

She took me through to the bathroom that led off her bedroom, handed me a unisex green toweling robe and leaned into the shower to adjust the shower spray for me. As she did so, I noticed one of her ample breasts trying hard to escape the confines of her robe. She smiled at me, tucked the errant breast back in and said, “Dinner will be ready in half an hour. Enjoy your shower.”

Under the rejuvenating spray of the hot shower I took stock of the situation. Terri was undoubtedly beautiful, with her shoulder length blonde hair (no visible roots) and the lush body of a fifties screen goddess. Her picture-perfect face was dominated by her full lips and startlingly blue eyes that spoke together so sensually.

As real as the vision she created was, there was something I couldn’t quite fathom. She had just invited me, the ultimate Joe Average stuck in the middle of nowhere, to spend the night making love with her. Surprising as it was, I was excited and scared to death at the same time. I stood there wringing my nervous hands under her shower, looking down at the most enormous hard on I’d ever had.

My new-found granite hard-on was still with me when I finished my shower. I tried to hide it in the folds of the extra-large robe as I tied the belt, but had only limited success in accomplishing that. Walking carefully back to the kitchen I was greeted by the welcome aroma for garlic bread and pasta, reminding me it was several hours bahis siteleri since I last ate.

Terri nodded for me to sit as she placed a huge bowl of pasta to the table. She indicated that I should help myself to the food as she poured me a glass of wine. I thanked her and laughed nervously as I loaded up my plate and she sat down across from me. Then she began to talk.

She was a local girl, owned a shoe store in town and was recently divorced. I watched her smile often as she told me about herself. I was glad that she did most of the talking and gradually became a little more at ease with the situation. She had married ten ears earlier, but her husband was a loser, never holding down a job, living off her and seldom moving from the sofa and whatever ball game was on at the time. She’d put up with a lot, but when he started to lose interest in her sexually… that was it for her. Three years and a very messy divorce later she’d been taken to the cleaners financially and moved into this—her quiet home in the middle of nowhere, cheap and ready to fix up.

She finished her story by telling me that while going through the divorce she herself had lost interest in sex, but now it was over and the stress was disappearing… my appearance was at just the right time!

Taking her wine glass in one hand and grabbing the bottle by the neck with the other, she looked over to me and simply said, “Ready?”

Well, what would you do? Yeah, right, you throw back your wine, suck it up and do what you need to.

I stood up to follow her. I was a little surprised that she moved to the lounge area and started throwing lots of scatter cushions onto the floor in front of the log fire. I was expecting her to lead me through to the bedroom.

Finished piling up the cushions, she turned and smiled seductively at me. Reaching out for the belt of my robe, she said, “One of the reasons I bought the house was the fireplace. It’s a fantasy of mine to make love in front of the fire… and here you are on my second night here!”

Having neither the will nor desire to resist, I stood there while she opened my robe and slid it off my shoulders. It fell from my body and left me standing naked in front of her with nothing but a huge hard on for protection.

“That’ll work beautifully.” Terri nodded as she gently caressed my cock for the first time before reaching to undo the belt on her own robe. It slid easily from her silken shoulders and fell away from her.

It was like heaven’s gate had opened and was inviting me in. However sexy she looked in that robe, it had hidden a body that was even more incredible than I could have imagined. Terri had the prettiest breasts that I had ever seen—large, firm, full, with the smallest, darkest, nipples I’d ever set eyes on. Propelled by gravity and primeval forces, my eye eased downwards past her slim-but-not-skinny waist, over her curvy hips and down to what, if I wasn’t mistaken, was an already glistening, shaved, pussy.

Terri didn’t seem to have a self-conscious bone in her body as she threw off her own robe and turned away to switch off the large lamp in the corner of the room. This had the twin effects of giving me a wonderful view of her ample but beautifully shaped bottom, and leaving the flickering of the roaring logs to provide the only light in the room. As she turned back and moved towards me in the half-light I watched as this graceful, cultured and beautiful woman slowly eased towards my throbbing erection. I wondered again if maybe I was dreaming but doubted I could dream something quite as full of promise as this situation.

“I hope you’re not nervous.” Terri smiled, put her arms around me and pulled me close enough to start burning a patch in the softness of her belly with my swollen cock.

“No,” I lied as I lifted my own arms up to run my hands over the sweet-scented, silken skin that suddenly seemed to surround me. “I guess I just can’t believe this is happening to me. You’re beautiful Terri. You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen”

“Thank you.” She smiled and gently brought her lips to sample mine. “You have such a pretty cock. I think we’re both lucky. I’m glad your car died near my house.”

There was no arguing with that sentiment, and no arguing with the tongue that was now pushing through my lips. She tasted of warm wine and felt like a comfortable blanket lulling me to relax and enjoy the hands that had found their way to hold my buttocks and pull me into her, close enough to feel her heat. I responded by helping myself to a handful of Terri’s ass and bringing my other hand up to hold against her cheek while we continued a slow, deep, we’re-going-to-fuck kiss.

I felt her start to slip beneath me as we kissed and I followed her until we were on our knees, still embracing and caressing each other. I couldn’t resist one moment longer and slowly let my hand trace down from her cheek, across her shoulder and down to press my palm press firmly against her breast. As I cupped the canlı bahis siteleri fullness of her, I broke away from her lips and started to nibble and suck her tiny but very hard nipple.

“I haven’t felt that for so long,” she breathed heavily in my ear. “Oh, God, that feels so good.”

I was just about to stop and ask her if this was totally a one-way thing, when her hand found the base of my shaft and she started to drag her fingertips up and down me. It might have been a while for her, but she had a wonderful touch and each small tracing movement sent shivers through my entire body. I felt my balls tighten instantly and scream to be touched. Terri’s hand obliged, gently running down off the base of my cock and down to where she could cup my balls in her hand. She squeezed gently, like she was sizing me up.

While I enjoyed the growing sensation of her one hand playing with my balls and her other pulling at my ass cheeks, I switched my attention to her other nipple and eagerly closed my mouth over it. As it swelled and hardened like the first one I brought my hand down the side of her torso and across towards her pubic area, pausing only to tease. I felt her ease her body away from mine, inviting me, giving my hand space. She was hot and very wet. When I touched her pussy for the first time I was gentle and looking to explore her, but she was so wet my finger literally fell into her. I smiled as I felt her gasp at the sensual intrusion of my touch.

I couldn’t wait to taste her. Leaving her kneeling while I fingered her, I eased away to lie down on my back under her. I pulled a cushion for the back of my head and positioned my mouth right under her, licking my lips as my tongue prepared to take over from my finger. She stayed there for me, kneeling, while I started to lick at her pussy and brought my hands up to caress her full, round ass.

She tasted so sweet. However much I’d loved pussy juice in the past, this was a new standard. And she was so wet. Her juices were almost running down my tongue into my mouth. I brought my lips up to hers and sucked at her. As I gently nibbled on her swollen lips I felt her body tip over mine and she came down to rest over my chest. Almost magically her mouth found the end of my cock, first offering a kiss, then sucking hard on the head as she took some more in.

As she settled into her new position I let my mouth leave her pussy and took a moment to look up at the glorious sopping sight in front of my nose. Not a hair to be seen, just a beautiful cleft of skin with twin protruding lips, proud, wet and glowing pink in their excitement. I raised a hand so I could pull her lips apart and delve a little deeper with my tongue, then I slowly withdrew and wandered up between her lips to seek out her clit.

By now Terri had a strong hold of my cock and was hungrily licking up and down me, sliding her hand along my length and sucking the head in her mouth. As my tongue found her clit I felt her movements on me pause momentarily as she caught her breath. Then she took me deeper into her mouth while she cupped my balls and squeezed. It was my turn to gasp as I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. As I licked at her, pulled at her pussy lips with one hand and reached out for her dangling breast with the other, I knew I had to start being cautious. Much more of Terri’s attentions to my cock and I was going to explode.

As nice as that would’ve been, I wanted to make sure she was closer to me, so I used both hands to pull her pussy wide open and allow me to concentrate some long slow licks at her now very excited clit. I felt her coming almost immediately, her body tensing as my tongue worked and her pelvis moved up and down to meet me. I held on to her ass cheeks as she got closer and I flicked at her clit with the lightest possible touch of my pussy-drenched tongue.

We both lost control together. As I tried to continue to lick her, Terri’s body arched up and away, leaving her hand to pump me as I roared closer to my own orgasm. I felt her thighs close around my cheeks as her body shook and my own hips rose up to her hand and I started to come. I slapped her playfully on the ass as she shuddered again and again. In retaliation she held onto me tightly, even though she knew I was coming. I felt a rush as she finally released her hold and my come blew from me in several long and high spurts.

Terri fell onto me then, spent from her orgasm and almost laughing with pleasure. I slowly caught my breath and opened my eyes to see a beautiful pair of legs next to me, open and showing off a gloriously soaked and swollen pussy. She still had the lightest touch on my cock and I could feel a distinct movement as she milked the last of my juice from me.

“Oh my, that was so good. I haven’t come like that for years.” Her voice was giddy with our shared high.

I looked down to see Terri’s face looking up at me, come dripping from her cheek and her tongue flicking to clean it up. She finally güvenilir bahis let go of my cock and crawled up to lie next to me, her breasts pressing into my skin and her still burning pubic area clamped to the side of my pelvis.

“You’re the first man I’ve had for almost five years,” she whispered. “You can’t know how felt it to have you eat me. But I hope you’ve got something left, because I need that cock inside me too.” She nibbled at my ear lobe as she finished, ensuring that my semi-hard cock wasn’t ever going to fully deflate.

Letting her hand find its way back to my groin, Terri felt my increasing size, and then moved down to squeeze my balls, sizing them up. “Feels like you’re doing okay.” As she started to grind on the edge of my pelvic bone I figured she was doing okay herself.

I laughed lightly as I felt the ecstasy of her touch elevate my status and with absolutely no recovery time I was ready to get back on the job. “You need some of this?” I started to ease Terri over onto her back, climbing on top of her, my cock and balls dangling in mid air as I looked down to see if I might be able watch myself enter her.

“Yes,” she said, wriggling out from under me, “but I want it hard. I have missed a good fucking so much. Give me all you’ve got boy.” With that, she got onto all fours, spread her knees wide apart, and urged me to slip into her inviting sex.

It’s not like I had any choice, or wanted one. Few times in my life have I ever encountered such powerful behavior by a woman, purposeful, wanton and incredibly hot. I took my cock in hand, giving it a few long strokes of encouragement and positioned myself behind her, looking down at her wonderful ass and feeling again how wet she was with my other hand. Still holding my cock, I pointed it straight at her pussy opening and thrust into her—harder than I had ever entered a woman before, one quick, full, thrust.

I felt her lean back into me and heard an audible sigh before she exclaimed, “Oh man! Finally, a cock inside me again.” She reached back and tested that my balls were tight against her ass before leaning forward again, creating her own strokes while impaled on me. I reached out for her hips and pulled her back inside me, feeling her red hot sheath cover me again and again in wonderful waves of slick, molten, woman. Terri began driving herself on and off me harder and harder while I held on and found her rhythm.

I eased one of my legs off my knee and onto my foot to gain purchase and tried to keep up with the machine that was now working herself into a frenzy on my cock. I looked over to see her, head down, hair doused in sweat and dangling down, breasts moving every which way with her motions and breathing getting heavier.

When I reached down and let my fingers rub against her clit as she pounded on and off me I knew what would happen. Immediately she eased her body up a little, brought a hand up and clamped it against mine, forcing my fingers firmer onto the top of her dripping pussy. I could feel the shaft of my cock pounding away, slamming into my fingertips only a few times before her tummy started to tighten and she gasped, “Oh God. Oh God.” repeatedly.

I slammed into her again and again, taking over the initiative of the strokes as she neared climax. “Oh God.” She almost cried, “Fuck me. Please, fuck me.” Again and again I plunged into her and tried to oblige. She went silent for a moment as her body’s tension reached its height, then she started to relax, easing herself down to rest on my cock. “You fucked me,” she whispered as her head fell forward in exhaustion.

She was still breathing heavily as she crawled off me and sat on the edge of the sofa. Shaking back her sweat-matted hair, she opened her arms and beckoned me to move over to her. I stood up, my cock still hard and wobbling with the movement. Once in front of her face Terri smiled up at me and caressed the length of me with both of her hands. “You’re so hard.” She looked up from watching me twitch. “I like that a lot in a man. But I think you need to come again now, don’t you?”

I nodded, a little more at ease with the situation.

“Come down here.” She indicated between her legs. “Put your cock in there and come again for me Baby.”

As I knelt down in front of her, she kept hold of my cock the whole time and immediately pulled me to the opening of her pussy. I looked up into her smiling face and eased myself forward, letting her guide me safely into her burning hole. As I moved inside her I picked up one of her breasts and clamped my mouth around it, purely for my own pleasure this time, enjoying that she was so beautiful and so wanton.

“Are you glad your car stopped now?” she whispered as I sighed and the pleasure started to swell around my body again with the sensations created by her pussy on my cock.

I semi-nodded, semi-moaned, and found myself in an increasingly intoxicating rhythm. I reached behind Terri, closed my hands around her ass and pulled myself into her tighter than ever, feeling the tip of my cock push hard against her with each thrust. I looked up and kissed her deeply as I moved another stage closer to my orgasm. Her tongue was long, hungry and seemed to urge me on, encouraging me to have pleasure with her body.

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