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Literally popped this one out this morning in one take. It likely shows, but I just needed to get something finished. I have so many more complex stories in process, this was a breath of fresh air. It’s a continuation of Christine’s First Day on the Job.

A heavy, free-use theme, I’ll put it in fetish, though it leans on exhibitionism, too. All fictional characters of age, consensual. We’re just having fun, people.

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Christine Hastings sat at her desk somberly sipping her coffee. Her usual enthusiasm and efficiency was lost on her at the moment. She hadn’t bothered responding to her morning emails, or even checking her voice messages, which sh knew accrued over the weekend. It was a Monday, and also the first day, of her last week, at Dawson Design.

For the past three years, Christine had worked side by side with the owner, Brad Dawson. He brought her on to help grow the company, having secured enough anchor clients to afford hiring the young college graduate, even if he hadn’t paid her much in the beginning. In fact, the salary was so modest, Brad negotiated a term where Christine received ten percent of all net profits of all new clients.

And Brad delivered. First, by contracting with a soap manufacturer. Christine’s unique approach to managing their business enabled Nature’s Soul to become one of the top online soap companies in the nation. Tens of thousands or people and families paid memberships to receive soap and gift baskets on a monthly or quarterly basis.

Brad then picked up a chain of sporting goods stores, followed by a small cinema franchise. Christine’s effective and creative marketing ideas helped secure the new clients, while ultimately complimenting Christine’s salary nicely. Her ten percent stake in all new business had grown to exceed her base salary by the middle of the second year.

By the end of Christine’s third year, she was making well into six figures, and the two had considered hiring yet another employee. They even had conversations about moving into an updated and larger building, so Brad was stunned when Christine gave him the news early last week. “You’re leaving? he asked. “I thought you were happy here.”

“Brad, you know I am. Of course I’m happy here. This has been a dream come true. You give me creative freedom, you pay me well, you respect me…”

“Well, why then? Christine, I need you here, you know that.”

The news was utterly shocking to Brad. He genuinely thought they were a team. When, in fact, he hadn’t expected his first hire to stick around so long, the success they shared together bonded them. Or so he thought.

“It’s in New York, Brad. The Dexter & Lamb Agency.”

Dropping that agency’s name immediately silenced Brad. Dexter & Lamb were one of the best known, and highest sought-after agencies, on the east coast. Companies begged to be brought in, under their wing, even if their rates were three times higher than anyone else in the industry. Dexter & Lamb made companies rich, period.

They had dozens of professional sports teams, popular soda and beer companies, among a host of other multi-billion dollar clients. Even the lowest paid creatives at Dexter & Lamb made more than some partners at mid-size firms.

“They’re offering 180 to start,” said Christine.

For a brief moment, Brad’s mood cheered, hoping to persuade her to stay. “Well, Christine. It’s New York. You’ll spend forty a year just in rent. And after taxes, you-“

“They uh… they offered the same kind of arrangement we have.”

Brad raised on eyebrow. “Oh?”

“I get a fully furnished apartment, all utilities paid. Even my phone. Full benefits, of course, with the most premium kind of coverage you can imagine. And well… it’s New York. I should experience this while I’m young.”

This was certainly out of the scope of anything Brad could counter with. Christine lived in the upstairs apartment, rent free, but iIt likely didn’t compare to a New York flat. He sat back in his chair, deflated. “Are you sure?”

Christine nodded, but stayed silent now.

“I’m going to miss you,” said Brad. “You have no idea how much of an asset you are to me… to this company.”

“Brad, it’s going to be fine. I know you. You’ll hire someone who can handle the work. You’ll mentor them, just as well as you did with me.”

“And I only have two weeks to find someone?”

“Well, I promised D&L that I would be there two weeks from now, so yes. It was conditional. I wanted to give you a month, but they need me now.”

Brad sighed. “Less than two weeks, then. I need you to at least train them on whatever you handle that I may be unaware of. Take them through the same briefing I gave you. Teach them everything you know, in as short a period of time.”

Christine began giggling.

“Hey, this isn’t funny to me,” said Brad. “I might have an anxiety attack.”

But Christine kept smiling. “Well, I was just thinking, I doubt I will give them the same briefing you gave me.”

Brad, ataköy escort for once, smiled too. She had reminded him of the first time they had sex. It was in a rather platonic and casual way, and it sort of set the standard for how they approached having sex over their time together. By now, it had happened on perhaps a dozen occasions.

Christine, busy in her new career, chose to not date anyone these past few years. Considering her latest job offer, she was glad she’d made that decision. But a girl has needs, and when she absolutely had to have it, Brad obliged… sometimes. Christine climaxed on every occasion, fully indulging in Brad’s impressive talents. In Christine’s opinion, his natural gifts were enough, anyway. She wasn’t a size queen, but Brad had a large package, and what seemed like a supernatural ability to keep it rock hard for long periods of time. Christine could ride it in any position she pleased, and get off with ease.

Every time Christine approached Brad for sex (which again, was fairly rare), he willingly went along, so long as she assured him he wasn’t at risk of any sexual harassment claims. In fact, he often recorded her answers, which she was fine with. Other than the occasional shag (and even then, it was only under somewhat unusual circumstances and conditions), Christine and Brad shared an utterly platonic and professional relationship.

Oh, and sometimes she worked naked. Stark naked.

It all started when Brad first hired Christine on, telling her she could work naked anytime she liked. Of course, Christine was disturbed by this, but Brad’s nonchalant method of addressing the issue pushed her into a rather bizarre stunt. She showed up entirely nude on the first day of work. It was also the first time Brad had penetrated her.

It was months before Christine dared to do it again, even though Brad would often mention she was allowed to work naked any time she liked. He told her at least every other day. About three months in, Christine woke up feeling rather frisky, and once more, she left her apartment, taking the stairs to the offices downstairs, and met Brad in the conference room for the morning meeting. Only this time, naked from top to bottom.

Brad didn’t even bat an eye, but he did begin stripping about ten minutes into it. “Christine, if it’s no bother to you, I will also work naked today. I happen to be um… sporting an erection… and it’s much more comfortable this way.”

Christine dropped a folder on the table in front of her and took a seat. “Well, I need you to look at this proposal for Winkler Leather. It’s a print media series, running in Sports & Life over the next six months. I decided to print it out, rather than send you the digital proofs.”

“Good idea,” said Brad, walking around the table, his erection leading the way. It nearly bopped Christine on the nose as he closed in to look at Christine’s proofs. He picked the first print up. “Oh yeah, I like this.”

Christine wasn’t really watching him. His cock was only a few inches from her face, and she got damp as she fantasized about taking it in her mouth. Finally, she slowly looked up, as Brad glanced down to acknowledge her.

“This is very retro. Kinda risky, no?”

“Look at the rest of them,” she responded. “With each passing ad, it evolves into more and more modern styles, showcasing the client’s pursuit of utilizing cutting edge technology in a dated industry.”

“Interesting.” Brad reached down to pick up the other prints, and again, his cock whipped past Christine, only inches from her mouth again.

“Sir. Please!”

Brad stopped and looked at his colleague. He recognized his cock was close to her, as he was standing and she was sitting, but he wasn’t making her stare at it. “Christine! Hello! Are you okay?”

“Oh, yes! Um, yes?” Christine sputtered, “It’s just, well… do you mind if I put that in my mouth?” Instantly, she blushed deep red, wincing, fearing rejection.

Brad turned directly to face her, and with his stiff cock rising parallel to the ground, Christine was practically breathing on it. “Christine, if you think for one minute, that just because I have an erection, that I would require, or demand some kind of sexual re-“

Before he could finish, Christine grabbed his shaft with her left hand, and thrust her mouth open wide over the head of his cock, bearing down. With her free hand she began swiftly circling her clit.

“Please, just let me get off!” cried Christine, pausing, before licking her lips and going back down again.

Brad shouted, “You recognize I had no part in instigating this behavior, but I will allow it.”

Christine was nodding her head with his cock deep in her mouth, shouting ‘yes’ as best as she could manage. She continued stroking her pussy, juices pouring out, and her legs were quivering already.

“You must also agree that you will not hold me accountable for cumming in your mouth, or on you, in any way. Your bahçelievler escort stimulation of my penis can have consequences, you realize?”

Christine continued nodding, wondering if Brad was going to bring in an attorney to seal the deal. She just wanted his cock in her mouth, and would agree to anything at this point.

Christine felt Brad’s cock pulsing faster, and knew he too was getting close. The first tingles preceding climax began striking Christine, as she worked to build him up. She wondered whether to swallow, or let him explode over her face. Brad answered that question for her.

Happening faster than Christine had expected, a thick splash of heavy, warm liquid hit the back of her throat. Another jet stream erupted over her tongue, as she closed her lips firmly over Brad’s shaft, swallowing as fast as possible.

Christine came hard on her fingers as she worked to keep get it all down. Swallowing her boss’ load sent her reeling over the edge, as she was rewarded with the fruits of his large penis, and the size of his load paralleled the size of his dick. With each additional rope of semen ejecting onto her tongue, Christine climaxed yet again. Satisfied she had buried every drop, Christine pulled off Brad’s cock.

“Um, thank you, sir.”

“It’s no bother,” said Brad, turning back to the prints. His dick, remarkably, stayed hard as Christine and he went over the ad campaign and the rest of the morning agenda. As far as Christine could tell, Brad never went soft during the entire meeting.

Suffice to say, this event led to Christine coming to work naked a lot more frequently, at least once a week. She noticed that Brad never got naked on any day where she was dressed, and he only sometimes got naked when she went without clothing.

But Christine was well aware, that though her boss may have played things cool, he really loved it when she went naked. It made the days a lot more fun, too, even if the sex was sparse. But any time Christine absolutely needed release, Brad pulled through, so long as he too was naked. If anything, it was the one thing that Christine would miss the most, moving to New York. The sexual relationship she had with Brad was perfect for her. Essentially no strings attached in the purest form. Or so she had convinced herself.

Brad was going to miss it, too. He never admitted to Christine how much he lusted after her. He was so thrilled that Zachary’s idea had panned out with her, to just “tell” the new assistant she could work naked any time; that there was no dress code. It seemed like a silly and farcical idea, yet it worked. And the bonus he got from the occasional sex was fine with him. He didn’t have to worry about consequences. Or so he thought.

Today, Christine had been in a funk, because the new hire they had picked up last week, was starting her first day of training today. It was also the first time Christine came to work with clothes on in the past week. How she had hoped that Brad would give her an opportunity to fuck her one last time. She never pressed the issue, of course. It was something in the dynamic of their relationship, that she couldn’t ask for it when he wasn’t naked.

But how she loved his reaction, anyway. Without fail, with or without clothes on, Brad got erect in the presence of Christine when she went without a stitch. Now, considering she was training the April Fulton, the new girl, she wouldn’t have any more opportunities, or so she thought.

But Christine’s jaw practically fell off when Angel walked in. Having only met her once before, Christine hadn’t paid attention to how attractive she was. Angel was several years older and technically more experienced than Christine, though she didn’t have as many hit campaigns under her belt. But she had magnificent breasts.

Pear shaped, yet full and firm. Angel also had a dainty, thin waist, more so than Christine, and curvy, little hips. Christine got to see every inch of her, because when she walked in dropping her coat, she was completely in the buff. As naked as Christine had been all last week.

“What the…?” started Christine.

“Oh!” said Angel, stopping short. “Um, Mr. Dawson said there wasn’t a dress code here. Please tell me he wasn’t pulling my leg.”

Christine started to rise up. “Oh, uh, no… it’s just, I wasn’t expecti-“

“There you are,” boomed Brad, stepping out of his office. Like Angel, he too was stark naked. As usual, he was sporting an iron bar of an erection. Christine and Angel both struggled to keep their eyes off of it as he got closer. “Angel, considering you said you loved the idea of our non-dress code policy and wanted to ‘test the waters’ I thought I’d join along with you today. But Christine will assure you, dressing in any manner is absolutely fine with us. Isn’t that right?”

Angel beamed, glancing at Christine. “Thanks you, sir! You’ve really made me feel welcome, and this is so much fun!”

Suddenly, images halkalı escort of Angel and Brad engaging in acts of sex, like she had done with him on several occasions, flashed through Christine’s head. The new girl may have been hot, but if Brad was going to indulge any one of the girls, it was at least going to be her, before she moved to New York. Christine felt, considering their long relationship and experience, she deserved no less.

“Wait a minute!” Christine stepped in. Already, she was unbuttoning her blouse. “If you two are going to go so casual today, I might as well join in. Right, Brad?” She held his name out longer than necessary.

Christine furiously stripped herself of her clothing as she closed in on her boss. The top of his cock touch her hip before she stopped. “Mr. Dawson, I hadn’t expected you to tell Miss Fulton about our dress code policy so soon. It simply caught me off guard. Have you also described some of the other… perks?”

Brad nervously looked to the Angel. He didn’t want Christine to send the wrong impression, but Christine quickly took care of that, as she grabbed his cock firmly in hand, and turned to the new girl. She stroked as she talked, “I was just going to start by going over the email system, and then I was going to walk her through our active campaigns. Would you mind staying for that, Brad?”

“Christine, this may appear rude to Angel. You should consid-“

Christine began pumping faster with her hand, interrupting, staring Brad down. “Sir, I could really use a quick lay to clear my head, nothing more. Would you mind letting me use this for a moment?” She squeezed his cock and then turned to Angel. “Do you mind?”

Angel knew this place was already off kilter, but this was more than she expected. However, it was a good thing she was the type of girl who was game for this kind of thing. Recently single, she was hot and she knew it, enjoyed flaunting it, and she thought it was amazing to have a work environment where one could get off whenever they pleased.

Also, she was eager to see the two in action. “Of course, go ahead,” said Angel. “May I watch?”

Brad couldn’t resist. In the presence of two incredibly beautiful naked women, he caved and rammed his cock deep inside Christine, when she turned around and bent over. Normally, he let Christine do the work, but he began pumping quickly. “If you must, Christine, but I’m not sure-“

Angel interrupted, “Oh, me next, please!”

Christine, her tits swinging back and forth from the rhythm, looked to Angel. “He’s cumming in me first. And so long as he promises to do this every day until I leave, you can have him all you want!”

Angel was smiling even wider now, hopping up and down, her pert breasts catching Brad’s attention. He felt like the luckiest man alive, while trying to play it cool.

“So how’s this for a transition, Brad?” giggled Christine.

He, too, couldn’t help but snicker back. “Best ever.”

Christine started pushing back into Brad’s cock, allowing it to pump deeper. Angel dove down, getting close to the action.

“Are you sure you want me to cum inside you?” asked Brad. “We nev-“

“Yes!” Christine screamed. “I’m on the pill, anyway, for my cycle. And you hardly ever cum, while I’m always a sopping mess after I fuck you. This time I want to feel you. All of you. I want your enormous load to fill my walls.”

Angel’s eyes popped wide. “Does he cum a lot?”

“When he climaxes, yes,” responded Christine. She had swallowed him on least four or five occasions, and it was always a tremendous amount of cum. “But he doesn’t always climax.”

Angel began masturbating as the two got at it, increasing their pace. Their bodies slapped together loudly as Christine began moaning. “Inside me, all in me! Please!”

Angel had three fingers inside herself when both Brad and Christine moaned in pleasure together. Angel could immediately smell the funk as it released from Brad into his partner, who was shivering, goose bumps scattering across her entire body. Brad pulled out and sperm poured out of Christine’s soaking pussy like hot lava.

Finally, Angel said, “So uh… is it always like this?”

Christine was laughing, but shaking her head. “No, but I wish it were.”

Brad knew Christine enjoyed the sex when they had it. Still, he did try to keep things “reasonable” in the frequency of their acts, as he held the belief too much contact could lead to emotional problems. He always wanted Christine in tip-top mental shape.

“Sir, you’ve uh.. you’ve still got some there…” Angel was pointing at the tip of Brad’s cock. “It’s about to hit the floo-” She didn’t finish her sentence, instead thrusting herself forward, catching the last bit of sperm to evacuate his cock, directly into her mouth, and just in the nick of time.

“Oh, uh, thank you,” said Brad, as Angel then rolled her tongue over the head of cock and the base of his shaft. “Just want to be sure you’re all cleaned up, sir,” she responded.

Christine finally stood up, allowing more of her boss’ DNA to slide down her inner thigh. “Brad, I think you’ll be just fine after I leave.”

Brad blushed for once. “I’m really going to miss you, though.”

For the first time, those words felt more heartfelt and personal than professional. Christine liked that. It made her feel… desired.

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Ever since words got out that James has some femboy porn hidden in his laptop it has been a nightmare for the 19 year old poor boy standing 5’8″ and weighs merely 122lbs. His classmates have totally lost all respect for him. He was admired before for his friendly attire and kind hearted nature but now he is admired for his feminine body. He lives in a boy’s hostel far from his home due to some family issues which worsened the matter because now he can’t even run to home for safety. But the silly boy has no idea that his tormentors won’t restrict themselves to taunting only.

He was thinking how his life could have been now if he remembered to delete those fetish porn videos from his laptop as he was pissing slowly in the men’s room urinal. He was brought back to reality by the sound of boot-steps approaching slowly towards him with a taunting voice, “Oh my. Why is this lovely lady spending time in this stinky room? This should be the headline in today’s paper, ‘College Princess at men’s room’.” It was Phillip, a basketball star of the college. He stood to the stall next to James’s making the poor boy nervous.

Phillip being one of the tallest boys in his class standing at 6’7″ and weighing nearly 175lbs didn’t even need to peek in order to see James’s was pissing slowly. “And why are you pissing so slow your majesty?” he gibed, “Could it be that you like to spend time down here? Waiting for a nice young prince to claim her maybe?” James ignored him hoping Phillip was kidding but to his misfortune Phillip ruffled his hair and insisted, “Answer me, will you? Or things might not turn out to be so pretty for you.” James could hear Phillip was knuckling.

Though James was sure that Phillip won’t hurt him still a boy being pushed all the time can’t take any more risk. He zipped his dick inside and started to head for the basin to wash his hand off, “leave me alone kindly. Please, okay Phil?” To which the boy felt Phillip grabbing his hand and twisting it behind his back. He tried to resist but James simply had no chance of succeeding against gigantic Phillip. Within seconds James found himself pushed inside a bathroom stall and on his knees while Phillip towering over him grinning of ear to ear.

Poor James muttered on his knees, “Please Phil. Let me go. I have to be present at the mathematics class today. I am already lagging behind.”

“Don’t bostancı escort lie to me. You don’t NEED to be present at the class today. You WANT to be present so that you can escape from my hands. However the first lecture is still 20 minutes away so that gives us plenty of time to play.”

“And exactly what do you have in mi….”

James didn’t need to finish his sentence to get the answer he was seeking after he saw Phillip pulled his dick out of his pants and waving it in front of him. Phillip grabbed James’s hair locks and pulled his head to bring it just an inch away from his flaccid dick so that if the cock throbs it will brush against the sissy boy’s lips. “I do hope you realize what I want right now. After all pretty girls like you do have a general idea of what a man might need from them. So get to work.” Phillip, in order to motivate the boy slapped his large dick, which was hardening, across his face.

The kneeling boy looked into the mocking smirk on the face of his tormentor, “Please I am not what you guys think. I am not a homosexual. Please let me go Phillip. I don’t want to suck your cock.”

“Okay, did you or did you not keep gay porn videos in your computer? Just tell me yes or no.”

“Yes I did. But….”

“Shut up cunt! Did you keep any straight porn videos in your computer? Just tell me yes or no bitch. Don’t try to reason with me.”

“No I didn’t” came a meek reply from the boy who was gradually breaking down.

“Yes you kept only gay porn. Now, did you or did you not keep captioned pictures whose content was humiliation of a sissy boy and similar?”

“Yes…. I did.”

“Okay, so now tell me” he paused for a long time before adding, “from all these evident in hand to what logical conclusion one can come to?”

James stammered in between his words, “that I am a homosexual boy.”

“Good, you are smart you know. And tell me what else?”

“And that I am a sissy boy” replied the boy whose eyes were all misty and tear drops rolled down his cheeks like no tomorrow.

“Yes. So now it seems both of us agree on the point that you are a sissy. Now tell me this, what does a sissy do? What is the obligation of a sissy?”

“A sissy boy must serve a real man without any complaints” poor James answered straight out göztepe escort of femboy story and internet stuffs.

“Good boy. So for fuck’s sake are you waiting for then? Get to work!”

Before James could mutter another round of his pathetic plea Phillip slapped his face harder than he had ever been slapped before. “I am fucking tired of listening to your bullshit. Get your sexy lips to work or I will force you to do it” Phillip grinned, “though it’s not that I am not forcing you now but believe me that would be rougher. Now you don’t want to add a couple of bruises on your cute ‘Barbie-doll’ face now do you?” Noticing the tear drops rolling down the cheeks of the poor boy Phillip stroked the boy’s hair gently, “It’s okay. Don’t cry if you listened to me on the first place I wouldn’t have to slap you so hard then. Now get to work then.”

Without any word the scared sissy boy put his full lips around the shaft of the long dick and began to slide his mouth up and down slowly. The tears rolling down his cheek slowly dripping on the floor from his chin this whole scene made Phillip even hornier than before. He gave out a short approving moan placing his hands behind the boy’s head assisting him to push his mouth down all the way to the cock-base. Exactly at the same time they both froze to hear a voice coming from the stall door, “Holy Shit. Since when does James suck people off in the toilet?”

Phillip turned his head to see the look on the new guy, Mark’s face, it was epic. Phillip wasn’t able to decipher the look, was it pure disbelief or was it excitement. Feeling James has stopped Phillip let out a small grunt grabbing onto the boy’s head to slide it up and down along the cock, “I didn’t tell you stop. Did I cunt boy?” To which James only shook his head. Phillip smiled to Mark, “Since today I think! Sorry pal if you expect a blowjob now because James the whore is now busy giving me a cute head. After all first lecture is due only 10 minutes so we have to hurry up.”

If Mark didn’t enter the bathroom with an expectation of receiving an oral he sure began to expect it now. But Phillip was also right the lecture is only about 10 minutes away so there simply wasn’t enough time to use James’s mouth after Phillip was done with it so he decided to settle for something less. He joked, tuzla escort “James why put your lovely hand on the dirty floor when you can place it around my cock? Admit it you would love to feel my dick inside your grasp hoping it would steal your virginity if you still have it.” After pausing for a while Mark insisted, “Don’t be shy James. Give me a quick handjob and I might be merciful enough not to kick your tiny balls.”

To comfort the already frightened boy, Phillip stopped sliding James’s head along his cock for a second to give him a couple of gentle slaps on his cheek. “You heard the man. Give him a handjob. Don’t worry it won’t ruin the beauty of your manicured nails” Phillip gibed much to Mark’s delight.

The frightened boy slowly raised his left hand to get a proper grip of Mark’s eager and hard dick while getting face-fucked by Phillip. The sissy knew how to please a man with his hand only as he worked up his pace gradually speeding up and down his shaft and at the same time working his tongue all over Phillip’s dick. Both of his tormentors began to moan out from pleasure in no time. Though James wasn’t touching himself thinking the others might not like it but he couldn’t deny the pleasure he felt in between his legs just by serving these two big dicks at this point he won over his self-doubt that he might not be a sissy just a curious boy.

After a couple of minutes Phillip pushed the sissy’s head all the way down and with a loud grunt pumped his hot salty semen into the mouth of the boy. Just a few seconds later as James increased his speed of stroking the dick in his hand Mark squirted all over his face with an equally loud moan.

Phillip being completely satisfied for now pulled himself off James and head for the basin to wash his hands. When he was done he turned out to see, James was cleaning Mark’s dick with his tongue while wiping his mouth clean with a toilet paper as Mark was assaulting the boy verbally, “Yes that’s right whore. Wipe it clean but don’t dare to even think of washing your face. A sissy must have face smell like a true man’s semen. And please don’t deny that you enjoyed it because I can see the small circular wet spot on your crotch after all a panty is not made with the assumption that a horny dog who will leak precum all day long will wear it.”

As the three of them headed out to attend the lectures for the day Phillip slapped the poor boy’s ass hard and Mark joked, “Walked in a sissy walked out a whore” and the two tormentors simply burst out laughing. James, walking in between the two dominant men, blushed deep from the humiliating comment but he surely felt the throbbing of his little dick as they ridiculed him once again.

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All characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18.

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Jordan sighed and took another sip from his beer. He was bored. He knew he shouldn’t have come to this stupid party. He looked around the crowd. People were dressed in the usual boring costumes he saw every year: girls were sexy vampires or animals and guys were lumberjacks and men in uniform.

“You look bored.”

Jordan looked up to find a girl dressed as a cop standing in front of him. She was pretty. Not in the over-the-top way some ‘hot girls’ were, but in a really natural way, almost unnoticeable at first. She raised her eyebrows and sent him a smirk.

“That’s an interesting costume choice,” she commented.

Jordan looked down at himself. He grinned.

“Yeah, well I figured this party would be shitty, so it would be a fitting costume,” he replied.

He had ordered the toilet costume off of the internet as his own personal joke about how he figured the evening would go.

“So, you’re not enjoying yourself then?” she asked.

Jordan shook his head. “Not really. To be honest, this isn’t really my scene. My friend practically had to drag me here.”

The girl nodded. “I get that. I’m in the same boat. Hence the stupid, cliché costume. I wasn’t planning on coming so I had to borrow some clothes from a friend. So… do you want to get out of here?”

Jordan raised his brows. She was forward. He liked that.

“Um, yeah, actually. I’d like that.”

She smiled. “Great. Follow me, I know somewhere we can go.”

Jordan grinned as he followed her from the living room where the majority of the party goers were congregated. She weaved through the crowd confidently and made her way up the stairs. After a moments hesitation, he followed her.

“Are you sure that it’s okay for us to be up here?” Jordan questioned once they reached the second floor.

The girl just laughed and pushed through one of the bedroom doors. Jordan followed her into the room.

“To be honest with you, I actually live here. This is my room. I’ve been looking for an excuse to escape the party downstairs, and you gave that to me. Why don’t you lie down on the bed?”

Jordan swallowed hard. Again, she was being pretty straightforward. He quickly obliged, lying down on her bed. ataşehir escort She grinned down at him as she slowly crawled on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Perfect,” she muttered.

She took ahold of his wrists and pulled his hands up over his head as she leaned in to kiss him. Her lips tasted like a mix of beer and Halloween candy. Suddenly, he felt something snap closed around both wrists. He pulled away.

“What the hell?”

She had handcuffed him to the headboard of her bed with the handcuffs from her costume.

“Whoa, you’re pretty kinky, huh?” he asked, glancing up at his trapped wrists.

She grinned. “You have no idea.”

She reached down and pulled her top off. She was wearing a red lace bra that pushed her breasts together. They were enormous. Then, she rolled off of him and reached down and pulled her pants and panties off in one swift motion before climbing back on top of him again. She began unbuckling his pants, pulling them down just enough that his dick was out.

“I’m so glad I found you at this party tonight. I was worried it was going to be a boring night,” the girl said, grinding slowly against him.

His dick immediately perked up at the feeling. Her breasts bounced wonderfully each time she moved.

“You’re gorgeous,” Jordan breathed. “What’s your name?”

She shook her head, placing a finger against his lips. “No names.”

His dick swelled at that. The mystery was hot. He didn’t know who she was, and she didn’t know who he was. She moved forward then, and he thought she was going to put his dick in, but instead, she just continued moving up his body until her pussy was hovering over his face. He stared up at her pussy, taking in the sweet smell of her. This mystery girl was so glorious. Slowly, she lowered herself so that her pussy was pressed against his mouth. He responded immediately, his tongue flicking out to lick her clit. She tasted just as sweet as she smelled. He rubbed his tongue in a circular motion around her clit and she began grinding against his face. His dick was hardening, despite being left unattended. He wished his hands weren’t tied up so he could rub it himself.

Suddenly, a sharp smell cut through the sweet. Jordan’s nose crunched ümraniye escort up in distaste.

“Did you just…?” he asked against her pussy.

She giggled. “Yeah, I farted. But don’t stop. It feels so good.”

Jordan debated pulling away from a moment, but she just tasted so good. So, he pressed his tongue against her clit once more, flicking and teasing it. She clenched her fists in his hair, tugging on it lightly. He was itching to touch himself. His dick throbbed with need. She was grinding harder against his face now.

“Oh, yes!” she exclaimed. “I’m going to cum. Harder!”

Jordan obliged, plunging his tongue deep into her pussy. She was panting loudly overtop of him. Her pussy was soaked against his lips.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she panted. “Oh, fuck!”

She shook as she came into his mouth. But then, something else splashed down onto his chest and he was hit with a strong, horrible smell. Jordan pulled away, gagging.

“Oh my god!” he cried.

The girl pulled her pussy from his mouth, and pushed herself up into a crouch over his chest. He looked down at himself to find that he was covered in runny, dark shit. The girl smiled shyly up at him and waved a hand at him. Her index finger was stained with shit. His eyes widened. Had she had it in her ass the whole time he was eating her out?

“I held it in til the end so I could cum harder,” she explained.

“Oh my God,” he repeated, pulling on the handcuffs around his wrist.

“Don’t bother trying to get loose. Those things are unbreakable. Now, how about I help you finish too?”

She moved back down his body, smearing the shit with her hands as she went. His costume which had been porcelain white was now stained dark brown. His heart was pounding in his chest as he watched her take hold of his dick. Inexplicably, it was still hard. He watched as she positioned herself over him. Then, she slowly slid herself down onto his dick, plunging it deep into her ass. It was still slick from the shit she’d just covered him in. She let out a load moan as she slowly began bouncing up and down, plunging his dick in and out of her ass. The smell of shit was overwhelming. His dick was throbbing inside her ass, though. It was so tight and kadıköy escort it felt so good. She placed her hands on his chest, and they slid around, smearing the shit further. As she bounced, her breasts bounced too. He was now panting in sync with her as his dick pounded into her shit covered ass. He clenched his hands into fists, feeling heat start to build in his groin.

“I’m going to cum,” he panted.

“Yes, finish for me. Fuck me so hard,” she commanded.

He thrust even harder into her, not even minding the scent of shit that filled his nose, his mouth. All at once, cum shot from his dick, filling her ass along with the shit that was still there. She let out a cry of pleasure as he came into her. She pulled away, moving herself up to his chest once more. More shit spilled from her ass as she moved, spraying across his costume. Jordan lay there, sweaty and panting, staring up at her.

What did I just do? He thought to himself.

Now, without the pleasure to offset it, the smell of shit was overwhelming. He had to swallow back his vomit. He turned his face away, trying to get a breath of fresh air.

“Oh my god, that was so good,” she sighed, getting off of him.

She sauntered into the en suite off the bedroom. After several minutes, she came back out, her bottom half and her hands now clean. The dampness of the shit was seeping down to Jordan’s skin now and he shifted uncomfortably. Now that he was thinking more rationally he wondered how he was possibly going to clean himself up enough to leave the party without facing embarrassment.

“Well, thanks for the good time,” the girl said as she slid her clothes back on. “You really made this party worth it for me.”

“Yeah…” Jordan replied, feeling shaken. He didn’t know what to make of what had just happened.

He shook his wrists, rattling the cuffs. “Can you uncuff me now?”

She smirked up at him. “Nah. I’m good.”

“What?” Jordan exclaimed.

“I’m good,” she repeated.

“So you’re just going to keep me locked up in your room after all that? What is your problem?” Jordan cried.

“Oh yeah, I lied about that. This isn’t my room. I don’t live here.”

“You don’t?”

Jordan shook his wrists again, feeling panic begin to set in as he watched the girl walk over to the bedroom door.

The girl shook her head. “I don’t. It’s going to be so funny when whoever does finds you like this. I wish I could be here to see it, but unfortunately, I have to go. See you later. Good luck, Toilet.”

Then, she swept from the room, leaving him lying on a stranger’s bed, in a toilet costume, covered in shit.

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being young I was aware of the beauty and allure of underwear in general, but only from the ‘normal’ sense of attraction.. mostly gained from the odd porn magazine I’d gotten a hold of, stocking and suspenders type stuff.

I remember being at my best friends house on a summer’s day (back when we had a summer), bored, mischievous, and of course horny because I always was in those days. Now I need to fill you in on a couple of things, my friend, J lets say, had two female members in his family – his mum, at the time aged late 30’s, a nurse, with pleasantly large tits and a lovely smile. Many a wank was undertaken on behalf of those lovely jugs I can tell you. Also, there was an even better target for my lewd thoughts, that of his then just turned 18 year old sister – I can recall at the time she was in the local 6th form and still wore a uniform. Thankfully she had been blessed with her mum genetic heritage and grown a lovely set of jugs too. They were both of average height and build, maybe kartal escort a touch rotund on the part of the mother and likewise with the sister, who had a typical English teenager’s biggish bum.

Ok, the first time. His family was out that day, and we’d been lounging around his front room watching TV. I remember going upstairs to his toilet with the intention of having a pee.. but this time, for some reason, as I locked the bathroom door I noticed the wicker basket clothes hamper just to the side of the bath area. Being ultra cautious and already feeling a little adrenalin, I ran the tap to mask any noise the lid lifting might make… I slowly raised the lid and found the hamper near full with clothes. Right on the top of the pile was a large white bra – without a doubt belonging to my friends mum. Tent peg time.. with bulging erection I lifted and examined the bra, although now I can’t recall the exact size – It must’ve been at least maltepe escort a 38D.

Aware that I was eating up time, I lifted some of the other clothes out of the hamper (a mixture, jeans, tops, a skirt – the whole family used this hamper) and looked deeper, this time spotting a scrunched up ball of cotton material that would become my first step down the dark, fetid path of panty stealing. Careful so as not to upset the order of the other clothes, I set them down and quickly reached in to pick up the knickers. The other clothes around them looked to also be his mums, so I think its fair to say these knickers were hers too – I still remember to this day they were quite worn, thin even, a light grey colour with pretty little tiger symbols printed on them. And then.. of course, the magic moment.. I opened them up and looked at the gusset.. it was very yellow and I could smell piss on it – not just piss though but something else, something pendik escort that electrified my animal instinct and made me want to rip my cock out and wank it furiously!! What an experience.

Time was running out, and I decided I needed to keep this beautiful item for later use. I bundled the knickers up, and slid them into my underpants, being sure to even out the bulge. Later I would use my socks for this task instead.. I replaced the clothes quickly and had a last look at the bra before flushing the toilet and rejoining my friend. Suffice to say I didn’t remain at his house for long, and near ran all the way home upon which I sniffed those private under things, tasting them too, and had many an amazing cum in my bedroom..

Well that was it, it was quite a pleasure to recall in such detail I must say, you should give it a try! AND of course, you’re all wondering.. what about the sisters’ dirty knickers? Well that’s another tale.. which I will of course post when I get the chance – suffice to say, there were times when she would come in from 6th form in her uniform, goes upstairs to change, dutifully placing her dirty clothing in the hamper – I would then go for a supposed ‘number 2’ and lay out her complete uniform, just peeled from her young body, white cotton bra and wet dirty 6th former knickers too boot.

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(For Chloe and her lover. Chloe has asked for me to tell her fantasy and promises to share it with her lover — someday. If you care, tell Chloe to open herself to her lover, to let her lover change her panties for her — SplendidSpunk)

What can I, a forty something woman with a daughter; a female lover and her two daughters tell anyone about love and life? Until a few months ago not much, but now as I sit here and recall those few months and the changes in all of our lives, the abject humiliation I’ve experienced, the submissive little girl I’ve become, well I think quite a bit. Some of what I am about to reveal you may have already guessed, yes I was once a happy heterosexual woman with a husband, hence my lovely daughter. Since my lover also has two beautiful daughters you also realize that she too once believed a man was important to her.

So my story will begin long after my lover Liz and I understood that the men we knew in our lives were little more then pricks, that once they had their fun filing our pussies were found wanting. That story, the story of how Liz and I discovered our own sex was preferable is not for now, perhaps another time. I will only admit that while I am deeply in love with Liz, I have on occasion taken a lover and on very rare occasions that lover had a cock. Again this is only background.

Liz is a stunning woman who like me stands at five foot eight with a body men stare at long after they realize she is no longer playing for that team, seeing her in my arms they sadly realize that this goddess seeks her gratification from another women, one with short blonde hair. Our bodies are similar though I find I envy Liz as I am sure she envies me. We all see our lovers be they male or of the same sex as more desired then our own. Her full tits and firm ass never fail to turn me on, make me a needy slut for her. Our daughters resemble us, hers, Louise and Clare have her looks and hair and through the magic of their father’s genes actually have turned them into young women more striking then their mother. My daughter, Cathy, keeps her blond hair long as most young girls seem to like, and while she resembles me, she is, due to her youth a bit more attractive then I am, as gravity has not yet come to visit her, and her tits are firm and her ass not burdened with childbirth.

As I said the change to our happy, if unique, little family began about three months ago when unknown to me, my daughter watched me in one of my perverted moments. You see I have a few sexual issues that I’ve tried to keep secret but since that day every one of my perverted sexual desires have become exposed to my lover and all of our children. That first mistake, if it truly was a mistake, my daughter watched me as I rummaged through her hamper full of soiled clothes and extracted a pair of her panties. After putting them to my nose and inhaling the aroma of her sex, I pulled those soiled panties up my legs and wore them against my own now wet and dripping cunt. I then dressed in a very short and tight skirt. I wanted my legs rubbing against one another I wanted to feel her damp panties with every step. Thinking nothing at the time I then went about my day, never suspecting that I’d been caught out.

Later that day while enjoying a lite lunch with a friend my daughter sauntered into the café and slid into the bench seat next to me. Although somewhat surprised, as she should have been in class at the time, I hugged her and calmly introduced her to my friend. When my friend went to powder her nose my daughter leaned over to me and whispered in my ear.

“You’ll remove my panties now and give them to me or I will expose you right here right now.”

She’d said it softly, but there was no missing the seriousness in her voice. She would not hesitate to make good her threat. Meekly I said.

“Please not here, please I’ll give them back but please not here not now!”

She smiled at me and I cringed seeing the dominance in her eyes. She didn’t bother with whispering her reply.

“Now mother or wait for your friend, but it will be here and it will be today.”

Not wanting to do this at all, but not wanting her to make scene either I wiggled in the seat. The tight skirt I’d worn forced me to raise my ass and risk exposing myself in order to just get at her panties. I moved as fast and as quietly as I could, not wanting to draw any undue attention to this embarrassing scene. I realized as I worked panties off how wet they’d become, much more so then when I slid them on, and crumbled them in a ball and handed them to her. I was mortified to be sitting now, in my very tight and short skirt, with my naked puss certainly visible if I moved the wrong way and most assuredly when I would have to slide down the bench seat to leave. I expected her to leave now that she’d succeeded in humiliating me, oh how wrong I was.

“Now mother, when I tell you to do something you will do it. I know you want this little secret of yours to remain between us so you will listen when I speak and you will obey. Am I clear mother?”

I bakırköy escort could only nod as the thought of what had transpired and what my daughter now knew of me filled my head.

“Yes!”

I finally croaked just as my friend came into view and headed back to the table. I hoped that I’d been humiliated enough but when my daughter got up to leave I felt more was to come. I was seated where I could see out the front window at the crowded streets, the shoppers going to and fro, the derelicts begging for coins and the school children on an adventure with their teachers. When my daughter left the café, her soiled panties still crumpled in her hand I watched as she slowly let them hang from her hand as she went thru the door. She stopped at an older woman begging for coins and handed her the panties, then pointed to me and said something to the woman. I cringed and I’m sure my face went deep red as I saw those soiled and sex filled panties now in that old woman’s dirty hand. When she smiled at my daughter I saw the wide gaps where her teeth should have been as she looked into the restaurant and said something to my daughter who turned and grinned and then looked back at the woman and nodded.

I let my friend leave first, claiming I needed to make a cellular call first and promised we’d do lunch again soon. I knew the old woman had been promised something from my daughter and whatever it was I wanted to learn of it alone. When my friend was safely gone I up and walked out. No sooner out the door then the old woman called me by name.

“Chloe come here child, come and see what I’ve got to sell.”

I inched towards her, looking left and right now wanting to be seen by anyone. I came along side the old woman who held up my panties, my daughter’s panties and said.

“I think these would look good on you Chloe and I’d be surprised if you went home without them. I was told that you might need these once you’d returned home. So how about we say ten for them? They’re a bit soiled and smell a bit so fifteen might be a bit too much, don’t you think?”

I fumbled in my purse but only had a twenty, so I handed that to her and grabbed the panties and walked off. I heard her old tired voice crackle.

“You don’t have to run Chloe you’ll not be my slut tonight.”

Her words rambled in my head for the rest of the day. As I made it back to my office I new I’d need to put the panties back on, no way I could sit in the office with my bare pussy peeking out beneath my skirt, it was bad enough in the café and walking back to work. I slipped into the loo and found a stall and slid the panties over my heels and up my legs. When they’d seated on my ass I was not surprised that my hands went under them and found my wet cunt. I masturbated into those panties shocking myself at the knowledge that what my daughter had done, humiliating me in the café and again on the street had turned me on so much. Shame flamed across my face and as I washed my hands I could still smell the aroma of my sex now embedded in my daughter’s even more soiled panties. I stalled going home, fearing what my daughter might demand of me but another part of me, a part I’d always known was there, pushed me and before I knew it I was walking into my house, at least at that time I truly believed it was my house.

There was a note on the table to the left of the door addressed to me. I opened it and read the short note, I was to go to my room and wait. It was from Cathy. I recalled her warning from the Café and so I left my purse on the table and went to my room. Fortunately Liz would be working late so whatever Cathy wanted of me, I would not be forced to endure it in front of her. Neither of Liz’s daughters were in town that week either, so I sat and fumbled with my hands, unsure of what I was to do or what Cathy would want of me. I didn’t have too long to wait; only a half hour, but it seemed liked years. Cathy, wearing a light summer sundress came into my room. I could tell by the soft dents in the fabric that she’d shunned her bra and her bare legs told me she wore no hose either. She came and stood in front of me and said.

“Give me your hand Mother!”

I lifted my right arm placing my hand in hers. She then took my hand and pulled it under her dress and up to her panty clad pussy. She rubbed my fingers along her slit and I could feel her panties dampen as she continued.

“I’m going to let go, but keep your hand there Mother and get my panties nice and wet.”

I did as I had been told. Using my fingers on her pussy and feeling her thru the thin material of her panties. The panties became moist then damp then they were soaking. I could feel Cathy’s pussy juice now coating my fingers and at that moment she took hold of my head by my hair and pulled my face into her crotch. She’d lifted the hem of her dress and my face was now pressed against her cunt.

“Lick me Mother. Lick me thru my panties you’ve not earned the right to lick my pussy yet. Lick my panties, the panties you love so much. Lick escort beşiktaş them Mother.”

I did. I wanted to do this for a long time, and even though she released her hold on my hair I kept my face tight, I’d have licked her and loved her through her panties regardless. When she allowed her dress to fall over my head, covering my actions she made me feel even more humiliated, she didn’t want to see me licking her. Sucking her pussy juices from her panties was a delight I’d longed for. When she’d had enough she just backed away from me, her dress pulling off my head leaving me on my knees with her cunt juices covering my face. She said.

“I want you in my room in two minutes, naked!

I started to unbutton my blouse but my right hand was sticky from her juices and I struggled. Finally in a fit of need I just ripped it open and threw it to the floor, quickly freeing my tits from my bra and then dropping my skirt and Cathy’s panties before I quickly went to her room. As soon as I entered her room she pulled the shades up and opened the window. The door remained open as well. If the neighbors looked they’d see a naked mother with her clothed daughter. I wondered what they’d think, probably just what I was thinking. What was Cathy planning?

“On the bed Mother, make sure your ass is on the towel. Now spread your legs and put your hands behind your head. Good girl!”

Cathy brought a container of something, a second towel and the panties she’d been wearing when I was licking her earlier. I realized she was now naked beneath her dress.

“Stealing my panties, my soiled panties was childish of you mother. Then again you’ve always been a bit of a child haven’t you mother. You cheated on dad and you’ve done the same to Liz, you’re a slut, Mother. A childish slut so now you will be my little girl, Mother. You will obey me and call me Mommy. You will wear what I put on you and you will always be Mommy’s little girl. You do know that little girls do not have any pubic hair, so I am going to remove it. Now open your mouth Mother.”

When I did she forced her wet pussy juice filled panties into my mouth. Then she began to apply hot wax to my pubic region. I wanted to scream no, but with her panties stuffed in my mouth I couldn’t. When she put the paper over the wax and pressed it down she took a second to stoke my cunt making me whimper in joy at her touch or in fear of the pain to follow, I’m not sure. She continued to stoke my slit as the wax cooled and without any warning she ripped the first strip off and I screamed into the panties. I realized now why the window was opened and turned red knowing the sounds of my scream were echoing thru the neighborhood. Each strip was yanked and I could not keep from screaming. When she was done she examined he work and said.

“Roll over my little girl, Mommy needs to do your ass too!”

Whimpering, wanting to beg her to stop I rolled over, compliant and afraid. When the warm wax filled my ass crack I cringed at how good it felt and knew how painful it would soon be. Cathy fingered my asshole as the wax cooled and when she pulled her finger from my ass she said.

“Mommies little girl is dirty. Mommies little girl is going to need her poop hole cleaned too.”

As Cathy ripped the strips of wax from my ass my screams were muffled now with my face buried in the pillows. I felt her get up from the bed and as she walked from the room she said.

“Stay put for Mommy.”

My pussy and ass tingled from the waxing and I waited for Cathy to return. I felt her weight on the bed just before I felt the greased plug enter my asshole. When she released the stopper on the rubber bladder of hot soapy water; the fluid filled me quickly and kept flowing.

“Pull your knees up under you Dear. Mommy has to make sure you get it all in your ass baby.”

I did as required and felt my belly expand from the enema as it flowed and filled me. I felt as if I would burst when she pulled the plug from my asshole. Before I could clinch my ass together another, much larger plug invaded my ass.

“Now this is to hold it in for a bit baby, while the soapy water cleans you up. Now Mommy wants to feel her little girls tongue in her pussy baby so roll over.”

I rolled over and felt all the liquids inside me slosh about. It was painful. As Cathy pulled her wet soiled panties from my mouth and spread her legs and lowered her pussy to my lips I forgot about all of that. I stared as her hairy cunt opened in front of my eyes as she squatted over my face. Her blonde pubic hair was full and lush, framing the juicy pink pussy. I stuck out my tongue to meet her as she sat down on my face and fed me her pussy. I licked her just as I licked Liz and loved the taste of my daughter’s pussy. I enjoyed it as she reacted to my actions and when her cunt clinched on my tongue I loved knowing I had brought her to orgasm. Her juices flooded my mouth and I greedily sucked them down. When she calmed down she moved her ass down and sat on my stuffed belly making escort taksim the pain of the enema still inside me worse.

“Now, my little girl, Mommy will take you to the bath and let you release the enema but you have to promise me you’ll be my good little girl and do as I say. Are you my obedient little girl? Will you obey your Mommy?”

“Yes! Mommy, I will be your obedient child. Please Mommy it hurts.”

“Tonight my baby, when Liz comes home I want you to tie her to the bed and blindfold her. I want you to start to lick her then leave and come to my room. You will tell her she is being punished and you’ll return when you think she’d ready. Now will you do that for your Mommy?”

“Yes, I will Mommy.”

Cathy took me to the bath then and pointed to the toilet.

“Mommy? The plug?”

“Baby girl, you will need to pull that yourself. Mommy will watch you though.”

I squatted over the toilet and reached behind me. I found the rim of the butt plug and pulled it out. I had only seconds to move my hands and sit before my ass exploded. When I was almost done Cathy started the tub and filled it with bubbles. She told me to soak in the warm water and make sure I was clean before I called her to get me out. As I soaked I thought at how easily my life had been turned upside down, how my daughter was now in control and surprisingly how much I was enjoying it all. I never thought about what would happen later as Cathy toweled me dry and dressed me. She made me wear my own panties, sexy ones that she knew Liz enjoyed. She put on the matching bra that never came close to covering my tits and allowed my nipples to pop out over the low ridge of the bra. The thin silk blouse only serving to make my tits more obvious and the short tight skirt I’d worn earlier. She did my make up, and my hair.

Over dinner I noticed that Liz had trouble keeping her eyes off me and that Cathy knew it. Conversation was normal and when Cathy later went to her room to study, I took Liz to our room and said.

“I’d like you to be my captive slut tonight. I’m going to tie you to the bed, your arms and legs will stay open for me and I will cover your eyes so you won’t know where I am. Now will my darling Liz be my captive slut?”

“Yes baby, anything for you Chloe. I am always willing to be your slut.”

So I stripped her and kissed her as I worked. I fondled her firm tits and played with her nipples as I tied first one arm then the other to the bed posts. When I did the same to her legs, I let my fingers play in her pussy before I wrapped the blindfold over her eyes, taking her sight away. Then I licked her pussy till it quivered on my tongue.

“I’ll be back.”

I got off the bed and listened to Liz plead with me, beg me to not stop. I closed the door to her pleas and went to Cathy’s room. I was naked by now as Liz had naturally stripped me too. Cathy was quick to lay me on her bed and from a bag next to it removed an adult diaper, talc and rubber pants. The rubber pants had little yellow ducks on them and Cathy quickly and efficiently diapered me and pulled the crinkly rubber pants up and over the diaper. She then pulled a nightgown over my naked chest. It too was emblazoned with yellow ducks and when I saw myself in the mirror I looked like a six year old. She tuned me around and pulled my hands behind my back and fastened leather cuffs to my wrists. She then reached under her dress and pulled her panties down. When she put them under my nose and made me smell them, they smelled of her own pussy. She shoved them in my mouth then took a scarf and tied it around my head and through my mouth holding the panty gag in place and forcing my mouth open.

Then she took me back to my room and I saw my Liz writhing on the bed, her nipples hard and her pussy running with her juices and she welcomed me back and begged me to finish her, to make her cum. Cathy pointed to the corner and indicated I was to watch. I crouched there as Cathy removed her dress and naked mounted the bed between my Liz’ legs.

I watched, unable to do anything as Cathy made love to Liz’s cunt, and Liz reacted strongly to the stimulation of Cathy’s tongue and fingers. Liz was rocking in her bindings as Cathy teased and pleased her. Liz was screaming her delight as Cathy brought her closer and closer to orgasm. I could tell by her reactions that Liz would soon cum and cum hard. Just as Liz screamed she was cuming Cathy ripped off the blindfold and an orgasmic but befuddled Liz looked at Cathy then at me, dressed as I was in my little girl’s nightie, gagged and bound. Liz’s orgasm grew even stronger as Cathy went back to lick Liz’ spasming cunt and as Liz looked to me I came too. I soiled my diaper, with my pussy juices and my bladder let go too filling the diaper with urine and cunt juice. I’d be punished for it. Tears streamed down my eyes as I realized how totally embarrassed this whole scene was for me. I knew Liz could see my rubber pants and the fat diaper underneath.

My embarrassment grew as Cathy told Liz of the day, of how she’d caught me wearing her panties, how she’d made me remove them in the café, the interchange with the old woman, the waxing of my pubic and anal hair and the enema. She then told Liz that I was her child now, and that Liz would be her lover. Liz merely nodded at first and then shocked me when she said.

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It’s what seems like an ordinary day: two lovers sitting on the couch, close enough to share body heat without touching, doing the everyday act of watching television in their living room. But it’s not so ordinary because those lovers are the two of us, and it’s not just body heat we’re sharing, but something electric. And I know you feel it too, because a cursory glance in your direction causes me to catch a vein beating quite prominently in your throat. It puts me into a trance, engages my attention until I start to feel my clit throb in response to what’s going on beneath your skin.

Stealthy, I move to close the sliver of space between us and cup the side of your face in one hand, and with a feather light touch, press my lips there. Your eyes flutter closed, and you emit a soft moan. I repeat the caress – gently, gently – then again, as I watch that vein throb faster and faster with each subsequent kiss. As your sighs become louder, I lick my lips, part them, and press them to your throat again, applying more pressure to that gloriously beating vein. Then I slide my hand from your cheek down to your chest, so I can feel your heart pound against my palm in harmony with the vein that throbs against my lips.

“Baby…” Your voice is barely above a whisper as my lips continue to trail their way down your throat, each kiss a soft suction. Your heart thumps faster and faster against my hand, so hard that I can feel your chest move. After one more soft, sweet kiss, I take the tip of my tongue and run it along that vein, causing you to curse between your teeth, your heart to jump. Your head falls back against escort pendik the couch, exposing your entire throat. Now I have full access…

My mouth descends like a vulture, exploring your neck, all its sinew, its tendons, the pulsing network of veins: my road map to your pleasure – turning your heart into a violent drum, causing you to grind your hips. With my lips still anchored to your hot skin, I slide my free hand into your shorts, carefully curling it around you where you’re smooth, hot, and hard.

Your exclamation of pleasure is a strangled moan. I can feel the veins slamming in your throat, your heartbeat shoving hard against my hand. You’re overcome: your body surrendering, going slack; your mouth falling open as you begin panting uncontrollably. Inside your shorts, I tighten my grip and slide my hand down to the base of your cock, then slowly back up to the tip. You’re so slick, every vein straining against your skin just the way they are in your throat. Your heart is a wild animal beneath my hand and I’m almost certain that it’d leap from your very body if my hand weren’t there.

I have to hear it.

After running my tongue along that vein one more time and pressing a delicate kiss to the base of your throat, I move my hand from your chest and yank up your shirt. Oh, but how your chest moves with every pounding beat of your heart, thrusting against your pectoral muscle, making your pebble-hard nipple vibrate. I become so fascinated with the sight that I’ve forgotten to keep stroking you until you beg me to continue.

I place my hand on your chest again, escort şişli this time to gently push you down until you’re lying on the couch on your back. Then I lie down next to you, partially on top of you – all while keeping my tight hold on your cock. Finally – prolonging the moment just enough to enjoy the sweet anticipation – I put my head down on your chest…

The sound is an intense bass drum, a galloping horse, the beats tripping over one another. I continue to stroke you, trying to match the rhythm of your ferociously thudding heart. You’re getting close now; I can feel your cock filling up, pumping desperately as your body writhes and thrashes beneath me, your panting punctuated by long loud moans, your face and neck dewy with sweat. Your timpani heart is reaching a crescendo, my hand making slicking sounds as it smears your pre-cum up and down your cock. Your body stiffens; you’re so ready to cum…

Until I pinch the tip of your cock, stopping your orgasm in its tracks. You growl-scream in frustration, begging me to let you cum. Instead of complying, I bend my head to slide that tip into my wet and waiting mouth, sucking hard as I maintain my grip around the base of your shaft, holding you tight. Your body jolts beneath mine as though you’ve been electrocuted, and even though my ear has left your chest, I can swear I can still hear your heartbeat, imagining that it’s thrusting forth in your chest like a cartoon character’s.

I take you deeper into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks to create a tight suction around your throbbing cock, taking as much of you in my mouth ataköy escort as I can. Then I take my hand out of your shorts and slide it under your ass to draw you even deeper into my mouth. My other hand slides its way up your quaking stomach and back on your chest, back to your heart.

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And then I stop sucking you abruptly, pulling my mouth away from your cock. This time, your growl-scream is much more animalistic – almost feral. But before you can complain any further, I put my head back on your bare chest – your tortured heart kicking wildly against my ear – wrap my hand around your throbbing cock, pumping harder and faster from base to tip from base to tip as your heart gives a great skip and then races so hard it’s almost tachycardic and your hips start lifting off of the couch and you’re yelling that you’re gonna cum and you explode in my hand cumming all over your stomach as your heart goes BOOMBOOMBOOMBOOMBOOM and I keep pumping and pumping and pumping until you’re empty.

As you lay on your back panting, unable to speak, I tuck your now-flaccid cock back into your shorts before reaching for the box of tissues on the end table next to the couch, using a couple to clean off your stomach. I bend over to kiss it before trailing my lips all the way back to your heart. Feeling your arm curl around me, I lay my head back onto your chest and rest my ear there, listening to the sweet sound of your heartbeat slow down.

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She told him Sunday night to make no plans for Thursday. “We’ll be going to the Society House for a special training on Thursday,” she explained. “I know it will be tough, but I don’t want you to cum at all before then.”

It had been a long three and a half days by the time Thursday finally arrived. Of course, even though he had not been allowed to cum, that hadn’t stopped Amy from teasing him. In fact, she had seemed intent to keep him on edge for the entire time. He had spent more time continuously hard than he had in recent memory. It got so bad, Amy had to restrain his hands and feet to the bedposts at night so he wouldn’t play with himself or roll over and rub one out on the sheets.

It was almost over though. Paul and Amy were driving to The Society, she at the wheel, he naked in the passenger seat. Only those they passed driving higher profile vehicles, like trucks and SUV’s, would have any inkling he was naked. This had happened before, being driven while sitting nude in the car. He had almost gotten used to it and was only mildly embarrassed when a passerby would react like they had actually seen he was naked.

“It’s almost over baby,” Amy said, leading him by the cock into the Society Building. “You have been such a trouper, being denied release without whining. I think it will be well worth the wait.”

The mystery had intrigued him. What possibly could this “training’ be, he wondered. He had submitted to all her instructions and kinky requests so far. Paul could think of nothing he hadn’t already been taught to do correctly.

Paul was brought into a large, well lit salon. He was not alone. There were about 5 other men, all nude and erect, there too.

“Ladies,” Ms. Lake said, entering the room with the regal gait she always used, “you know what tonight entails. Please make sure you are totally prepared before we continue. Do you all wish to continue?”

There was a choir of enthusiastic “yes” replies. The women then moved away leaving only the men grouped around Ms. Lake.

“Most of you don’t realize,” she began, “that the goddesses, whose pleasure is your responsibility, are often unsatisfied from making love with you.” She looked from one to the other man in the room. “Those dicks of yours are not the end all, be all for women. Most of the time, when you ejaculate, we haven’t finished. We act like we have, but we haven’t. You roll off satisfied while we yearn for the final Big O that never comes, at least not until you fall asleep and we masturbate while you snore away. Tonight we all learn how to fix that.”

Rebecca reached into a bowl on the table and pulled out two slips of paper. “The first pairing is Paul and Tina.”

Tina approached him smiling from an ante room. She was a petite brunette with a thin waist and alabaster skin. She wrapped her hand around his cock, leading him out of the room. Paul looked around for his wife to ascertain her level of participation in this “training”. She was nowhere to be seen.

Tina pulled Paul into a small room off the main salon. It was dimly lit. In front of them was yet another room. Once his eyes adjusted Paul witnessed a scene he had only seen in his fantasies up until now.

Paul recognized the nasty, sour feeling welling up from the pit of his stomach. It was jealousy.

He saw a couple in the next room. The beautiful nude woman stood, passionately kissing a tall man in front of her. They were slowly stroking escort kartal each other’s bodies, obviously preparing for sex. The man he recognized from other encounters at The Society. The woman was Amy! He had never seen his wife involved with another man. Sure, he had seen her idly stroking one of the men attending the many Society Socials they had attended together. He knew she enjoyed the oral attentions of many men during these gatherings but he had never actually witnessed it because he had his face buried in some other woman’s pussy. Fair is fair, after all.

As uncomfortable as it was to watch, Paul couldn’t take his eyes off Amy.

With her hands attached to the man’s cock, Amy laid back into a semi reclining position on the chaise lounge, the only piece of furniture in that room. Slowly she spread her legs wide. Even Paul could see the skin glistening from her arousal from his position.

Tina encouraged Paul to kneel on the floor. She sunk to her knees behind him. He could feel Tina’s soft, large breasts pressing against the skin of his back through the fabric of the diaphanous gown she was wearing. Paul’s eyes were lower than his wife’s position on the chaise. His view of their coupling was no longer obscured by their bodies. Paul saw no faces. From this position his view was entirely of sexual organs, cock and cunt meeting in rhythmic motion. The erotic scene inflamed his long denied desires but his brain was screaming “a stranger is fucking my wife”!

Paul couldn’t pull his gaze away. The man’s dick pushed in and out of his wife’s cunt. She was obviously enjoying it.

“She looks so sexy when she’s fucking,” Tina whispered in his ear from behind. She had reached around and was fondling his cock, her fingers running up and down the entire length on the underside of his shaft. “And listen to her,” Tina encouraged, almost cruelly.

This is my wife, he thought, it’s my responsibility to please her.

Judging from Amy’s vocal reactions, the man sawing in and out of her was doing one fine job! “Oh, god, harder, yesss, please, fuck me, fuck me,” her guttural words assailed Paul’s ears, burning in the pit of his stomach even as they also inflamed his desires.

The man sped up. His back arched. With a grunt, he pushed firmly into Amy’s pussy then stiffened. It was obvious he was cumming; pumping his load inside Paul’s own wife. When finished, the man didn’t collapse onto Amy’s body as a true lover would, but rather simply pulled his softening dick from her and left.

His flaccid tool fell out with a ‘plop’. Paul watched a large dollop of thick semen flow from Amy onto the furniture below her. There was a steady stream, a narrow rivulet of man milk flowing from her cunt. Amy was still breathing heavily, her breasts heaving with her labored breaths. Her fingers moved over her hard, sweat slicked nipples down to her pussy. She fingered her clit while lifting her head slightly and making direct eye contact with her husband behind the thin curtain.

“Come to me, my love. Please come clean me.”

She was not asking him to replace the other man inside her. She was asking he prove, once again, there was nothing he would not do for her; to submit yet again to her desires with no thought to his own. She was asking him to remove the semen another man had left inside her with his own mouth.

And that’s exactly what he did.

Crawling on escort bayrampaşa his knees to her quickly, Paul dove between the puffy folds of her cum covered pussy and began to gather the juices on his tongue. Hers were sweet and delicious. His were thick and a bit salty. In combination, the cum cocktail was not totally unpleasant.

He tongue fucked his wife while she did a fast finger dance on her own clit. With a thumb on either side of her slick pussy lips Paul pulled, allowing deeper access to her cunt. He licked, sucked, tongued, he did all those things he would have done normally. Maybe she was close when the other guy had pulled out of her. Maybe the situation was inflaming her own desires. For whatever reason, she orgasmed strongly, coating Paul’s face with her slick juice while bucking her hips and moaning, “oh, god this is so fucking good” over and over.

Paul could not help himself, he had to agree: this was so fucking good! The only thing better would be if it were his own semen he was retrieving. This would be even more palatable were it the liquid created by love between he and his wife, rather than the lust of a stranger.

Amy’s over stimulated nerve endings could stand no more. She pushed Paul’s face away.

Paul sat back on his haunches, at eye level with his wife’s pussy. Her pussy lips and asshole were still pulsing, pursing, puckering with her orgasmic contractions.

Amy sat up finally, feet on the ground. She leaned forward and kissed her husband’s lips. “I hope you enjoyed that even half as much as did I.” She smiled broadly while standing. Looking down into her husband’s upturned eyes she added, “feel free to enjoy this, too. I intend to.”

Paul remained where he was; on his haunches, watching his gorgeous wife as she walked away. He knew he should feel degraded. He had, after all, just swallowed another man’s semen. But he didn’t feel degraded. He felt uplifted and proud. He had just fulfilled one of his wife’s fantasies and in so doing, made her scream in ecstasy. That was, after all, his one true mission in life as a man, as her man.

“I want you inside me, now,” said a voice from beside him. Paul snapped his head around to see Tina settling onto the chaise in front of him. With a leg on either side of the wide seat, her pussy was in clear view between her wide spread thighs. By training, his first reaction was to feast on those wet, glistening folds. He couldn’t resist. Not just training, but also desire. He wanted to taste her.

“Fuck me,” she hissed as Paul ran his tongue from base to clit on his way up. Paul crawled along her body, kissing as much of her soft, warm skin as he could while following her insistent tug on his hard cock. With a hand around his shaft, Tina placed the head of his dick at her opening. She bucked her hips up to meet his initial thrust into her.

It had been a while since he had felt the tight hug of pussy around his cock. Soft. Wet. Tight. Paul pulled back until just the head remained lodged in her sheath then slowly pushed back in until his balls slapped against her outer lips.

“Lift up,” she hissed, “I want to watch.”

Paul lifted himself off her chest with both arms. Tina lifted her head slightly to watch his shaft saw in and out of her.

“Hard and fast, baby,” she encouraged. He, too, lowered his eyes to look beneath them. His stiff shaft glistened with a thicker coating escort merter of her pussy juices with each outward move. Tina thrust her hips up to meet his down stroke. He sped up to match her rhythm, faster and faster he thrust into her. Their preorgasmic moans mingled in harmony. He was coming, he could feel it. It was close. He no longer cared about how she was feeling. Was her orgasm near? It didn’t matter to him anymore. He had held back, denying his own pleasure for his wife. He was not going to deny himself this orgasm for Tina.

He moved in and out, faster still, suddenly aware his orgasm was upon him. He could feel his thick semen shoot, splashing against the walls of her womb. He continued to move back and forth, even though his nerves were frayed. Sensual overload on the sensitive head of his cock caused him to push against her one final time. He fell on top of her, Tina’s billowy tits cushioning his own body’s fall. He remained still, while he continued to pump his liquid into her. She continued to writhe under him, rubbing her own sensitive inner parts against his already softening shaft.

It was subtle, that soft push against his shoulders, but he understood. She was done with him. He had played his part. It was time for him to leave and make way for the next act.

Paul pulled out, his dick falling from her stretched cunt. A rivulet of semen cascaded from her opening. Tine covered her pussy with her hand to keep all of it from draining to the floor before her husband took his assigned place between her just fucked lips.

Without looking back Paul walked from the room softly but quickly.

Amy was waiting for him in the next room. She had not bothered to dress. Paul stared in awe at the naked beauty that was his wife, his goddess. Her eyes, glassy from excitement, stared directly into his. He followed her beckoning arms. They pressed their bodies, wet from sex, together in a tight embrace. Amy was idly toying with her sticky pussy with one hand. She wrapped her unoccupied arm around his neck and pulled his head close to her mouth.

“That was so fucking hot,” she hissed in his ear. She kissed him hard and full on the mouth. Their tongues swirled together. “You looked so hot fucking her. Gawd, you’re beautiful.”

Amy kissed his mouth one more time before kissing his chin, his nipples, his navel. She sunk to her knees before him. “She is still all over you,” Amy whispered as she ran her tongue along the edge of his shriveled manhood.

Much as he had sucked another man’s semen out of her moments before, Amy was using her own mouth and tongue to clean Tina’s residue from his cock. She seemed to enjoy it, just as he had to admit to enjoying the last few minutes feasting at his wife’s well used cunt.

“I want to live like this,” she said moving her mouth from his balls to the head of his shaft. After licking Tina’s juices from his shaft she continued to manipulate his cock with one hand, his balls with the other. “I want you naked all the time. I want your cock. It’s mine. I want your mouth, your tongue, whenever, wherever. I want to tease you. I want to come in your mouth. I want to share you. I want you to worship my body, all of my body. I will be your goddess.”

Was he hard again already because of her caresses or because of her words?

Without relinquishing her grasp on his cock Amy kissed her way back up his body. After another deep, passionate kiss on the mouth she asked, “will you dedicate yourself to me? Think only of my pleasure? Will you forsake your own needs and be my pleasure slave?”

Amy was now looking him directly in the eyes. He responded the only way he could. The only way he wanted to. The only way that made sense.

“Yes.”

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yapıyordu bunu ve yoncayı yatağa yatırmamla öpüşmeye başlamamız bir oldu.Aynı onur gibi yonca hanımda azgınlıktan kuduruyor olmalıydı.Öyle hevesliydiki acelesi varmışçasına elleriyle penisimi zorluyor arada ellerini sırtımda hissediyordum.Azmış birini çok bekletmek olmaz deyip boxerımı cıkartmamla yoncanın bakışları değişmişti.Oyuncaklarla oynamaktan escort ümraniye belliki sıkılmış canlı bir penise muhtaç kalmıştı.Hiçbirşey demeden beni başına doğru çekip penisimi ağzına alıverdi.Bende geceliğini sıyırıp amcığına doğru parmaklarımı götürdüm.Hafif oynamamla zaten yonca ımmm ımmm diyerek kendinden geçmeye başlamıştı.G noktasını bulduğumda da zaten iş çığrığından çıkmış yoncanın inlemeleri odada yankılanıyordu.İşi biliyorsun sen bu gece ne yaşatacaksan hazırım deyip yeniden penisime yumuldu.Ellerimin yerini dilim almalıydı deyip yoncanın üstünden kalktım ve bacaklarını açtığım gibi dilimi o muhteşem haldeki amına gömdüm.Bir yandan elimle g noktasını oynuyor bir yandanda dilimi yuvarlatıp deliğin içinde gezdirip yoncayı deli ediyordum.2 dk olmamıştıki yonca sarsılarak boşaldı.Artık giriş vakti gelmişti.Prezervatifi aletime yerleştirip deliğin üstnde hafif hafif oynamaya başladım.Yeter artık içimde istiyorum diye haykırırken yüklenmemle offff diye haykırması bir oldu.Hiç boşluk vermeden hızlı hızlı girip çıkmaya devam ettim.Yonca delirmişçesine ellerini belimden tutup her yüklenmemde sanki daha ileri girmem için bana tempo yapıyordu.Arada yukarıya bakarak nasıl girip çıktığımı gördükçe sok sok nolur daha hızlı sok diye söyleniyordu. Ben yoncayı bağırttırarak sikerken onurda iyiden iyiye kapıyı aralamış ordan karısının mutluluğunu gözetliyordu ama tam göremiyordu.Onuru daha iyi görebilsin diye yoncayı 4 yatağın ucuna kadar çekip 4 ayak pozisyonuna getirdim.Yönümüzüde yan döndürdümki onur da bu ziyafete ortak olabilsin.Aletimi tuttuğum gibi önümde hazır bekleyen yoncaya yeniden seri şekilde sokmaya başladım.Yonca çok geçmeden titreyerek 2.kez boşaldı.Amının kayganlaşmasını fırsat bilerek daha hızlı ve daha derine sokmaya başladım.her yüklenişimde şap şap sesi sessizliğimizi bozuyordu.Onura yanımıza gelmesini söylediğimde kabul etmedi bende boşalacağımı ve onurun ağzına boşalmak istediğimi söyleyince hemen geldi.Dediğim gibi tam boşalma anında onuru diz çkötürüp prezervatifi çıkardım ve onurun ağzına tüm döllerimi akıtmaya başladım.Yonca kendini öne atıp yatağa uzanıverdi.Ama hala titriyordu.Onuruda tutarak yatağa uzandık.Ben yoncanın üstüne yattım onurda eşinin yanına.Onur yoncayı öperek mutlumusun aşkım diye sorunca yoncada halimden belli değilmi diye söyledi.Yoncanın üstünden inerek yanına uzandım.Daha durun sabahlara kadar sizinim ben merak etmeyin bu günü unutamayacağız hiçbirimiz dediğimde yonca bana dönerek şuan hiç şüphem yok bundan eminim dedi.Biraz dinlendikten sonra sıra onurdaydı.Onuru yanıma çağırıp başını penisime yaklaştırdığımda zaten benden bunu beklermişçesine yalamaya yeniden başladı.Bende yoncayla öpüşüyor zevki 2 ye çıkarıyordum.Yonca ben çıkayım diyerek hareketlendiği anda ben kolundan tutup bu sefer beraber olacak madem kapıdan gözetliyorsunuz sonuçta ne olduğunu biliyorsunuz dedim.Rahat olamamaktan korktuklarından bunu istemediklerini söyleyerek az önce sen sikilirken onur son derece rahattı değilmi dediğim an onurda beni tamamlayarak benim için sorun yok dedi.Yoncada tamam ozaman bu sefer böyle deneyelim olmazsa çıkarım deyince ben tekrar yoncayı kendime çekerek merak etme herşey daha güzel olacak deyip dudaklarına yumulmaya başladım.Onurun yalaması öyle zevkliydiki aletim yeniden kazık gibi hale gelmişti.Bunu oda anlayınca üstümden kalktığı gibi prezervatif ve kayganlaştırıcı getirdi.Prezervatifi yerleştirip hem deliğine hemde aletime sürüp üstüme çıktı.Aletimi tuttuğu gibi deliğin üstüne denk getirerek hafifçe oturup kalkmaya her seferinde biraz daha fazlasını içine almaya başladı.Her oturuşunda biraz sızlanıyor acı çektiği belli oluyordu.O kendince oturup kalkarken bende yoncayı kocasına yüzü gelecek şekilde başımın üstüne getirdim.Ve hemen deliğini yalamaya başladım.Yonca zevki aldıkça başımın üstünde oturup kalkmaya , elleriyle başımı tutup kendine çekmeye başladı.Onuru artık hızlanmış seri halde kalkıp oturmaya başlamıştı.Bu escort maltepe pozisyonda 4-5 dk kadar kaldıktan sonra yoncayı kenara çekip hafif doğruldum onuru belinden tuttuğum gibi yatağa bacak omuzda şekilde yatırdım.Biraz hareketlenmek lazım diyerek girip çıkmaya başladım.Yoncada sırtı bana dönük halde onurun başına oturmş benim başlattığım işi yaptırmaya başlamıştı.Vücudumu ayarlayıp yüklenirken ellerimlede yoncanın amını ve göt deliğini zorluyordum.Amından zevk almış halde parmağımı göt deliğine getirdiğim yonca kendini öne doğru atarak kaçtı orası yasak bölge dedi.Neden dediğimde daha ön tarafım dağılmadı arkayı ileriye saklayalım deyince ben şuan öyle güzel duruyorki anlatamam deyip yeniden oynamaya başladım.Yoncayı onurun başının üstünden çekiptam penisimin önüne onurun üstüne çektim.En sevdiğim pozisyon yine karşımdaydı.Bir onura bir yoncaya gir çık yaparken yoncanın deliği beni yeniden cezbetti.Aletimi arada hususi deliğine denk gelecek şekilde zorluyor hemen çekip amına sokuyordum.Kayganlaştırıcıyı alıp penisime onur ve yoncanın deliklerine sıktım.Artık daha rahat gir çık yapıyor elimlede o deliği arada zorluyordum.Her temasımda yonca ah çekip yapma diyordu.Tamamen ortama alısmış olan karı kocada öpüşüyor aldıkları zevkin etkisiyle kendilerinden geçiyorlardı.Bir ara onur başını yana çevirerek bana baktı ve sanki yoncanın göt deliğini sikmemi onaylar gibi başını aşağı eğerek bana destek oldu.Bende ne olacaksa olsun diyerek aletimi onurdan çıkarıp yoncanın amına götürdüm.Hepsini çekip yüklenip sokmaya başladım.Bunu yapmamdaki amaç sanki yanlış deliğe itmişim gibi izlenim vermekti.Dediğimi yapıp penisimi tamamen çıkartıp göt deliğine doğru ayarladım.Parmaklarımla zorlamamdan dolayı delik hafif açılmıştı.Kayganlaştırıcıdan biraz daha sıkıp deliğe yüklenmemle lap diye içine girdim.Yonca ahh diyerek kaçmaya çalışırken ben üstten onurda belinden kavrayıp hareket etmesini engelledi.Sonunda hayalini kurduğum deliğin içindeydim.Hiç hareket etmeden öylece beklerken yoncaya sabret birazdan geçecek ve amından daha çok zevk alacaksın deyince yonca 2 niz planladınız değilmi bunu.Onur hep bunu istemişti zaten dedi.Onurda gülerek hemen yoncanın altından cıkıp yanıma geldi ve deliğini 2 yanağından açarak rahatlatmaya başladı.Artık deliğe yavaşça gir çık yapıyordum.Onurun yaptığıda genişletmeye yaramış olacakki hiç ses etmiyordu yonca.Ben de hızlanarak var gücümle yükleniyor sonra biraz soluklanmak için duruyordum.Yonca zevki almaya başladığı için durduğum her seferinde sok yüklen içime dağıt arkamı diyerek beni gaza getiriyordu.Onuruda tutup yoncanın yanına aynı 4 ayak pozisyonuna getirdim.Bu sefer yan yana duran 2 delik benimdi.Onur hemen o şekilde durdu ve bende yoncadan çıkıp direk onura girdim.Yonca aldığı zevkten olacak geliyorum diyerek 3.kez boşalıverdi ve busefer gerçekten heryerinin titremesi belli oluyordu. 2 dk birini 2 dk diğerini yapmak benide baya yormuş ve artık boşalmak ister olmuştum.Çok geçmeden de boşalma anım gelmişti zaten.Onurun içindeyken geliyorum dediğim an onur da yoncada yerinden doğrulup önümde diz çöktüler.2 sinin dudakları birbirine değiyordu resmen.Bende tam boşalma anında bir onura doğru bir yoncaya doğru boşalarak 2 sinin ağzınada döllerimi attırdım.Dışarı çıkanlarıda birbirlerini yalayarak yuttular.Yorulmanın etkisiyle yataga doğru uzandım.Yonca hemen üstüme doğru uzandı , onurda yoncanın bacağını yana çekip penisime yumuldu tekrardan aradan.İçinde kalanlarıda emerek çıkarttı ve 3 ümüzde yatağa yığılıp kalmıştık.Nasıl buldunuz beraber yapınca zor oluyormuymuş diye sorduğumda 2 side mutlu bir halde güzelmiş bu şekilde yapmak dediğin gibi diye beni onayladılar.Beraber duşa girip bişeyler yedik.Yonca her fırsatta kucağıma oturuyor beni azdırıyordu.Evlerinden çıktığımda sabah 8 e gelmek üzereydi ve biz daha gözümüzü kırpmamıştık.Evdeki oyuncaklarıda grubumuza alıp deneyebildiğimiz fantaziyi denedik.Sabah giderken 2 side bana teşekkür etti.Bende her geldiğimde illaki görüşmek isterim deyip kendi mutluluğumu onlara bildirdim.Her gittiğimde olmasada fırsat bulup uygun zamanlarda görüştük.Hatta geçen yıl başka bir evli çiftle tanıştırdılar beni. 2 evli çiftle grup yapmıştık bunuda gelecek sefere anlatayım sizlere.Okuduğunuz için teşekkürler yeniden görüşmek üzere…

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Genç Misafirimiz  Bölüm 3Ertesi gün evde Selimle yalnızdık. “Tarık ağbi daha yakından seyretmek istemez miydin? “ dedi damdan düşer gibi. Tam ne dediğini anlayamadım. Aklıma onları seyretmem geldi. Aman allahım görmüş müydü beni dikizlerken. Anlamamış gibi yaptım. “Ağbi karşıda ayna vardı seni gördüm iki seferinde de “ Kıp kırmızı oldum. Ağzımı açamadım. Kontrolün kendisinde olduğunu farketti. “Istersen yanımıza gelebilirsin. Sibel bu konulara açık kız. Söyledim çok eğlendi yaptığını duyunca“ dedi. Rezil olmuştum. Tam bir rezalet. “Hayır canım olur mu hiç?” dedim sadece. “Aman ağbi nazlanma. Sibel’i kim seyretmek istemez. O kadar güzel kız. Taş gibi körpe. Ama ellemek yok haaa! Karışmadan.” dedi gülerek. Hayır demediğime göre kabul ettiğimi anladi. “Ağbiciğim anlamışsındır Dilek abladan ne kadar hoşlandığımı. Sen de bana onun kilotlarını falan elletirsin. Ne güzel olur aramızda erkek  erkeğe bir dayanışma olur.” Diyecek bir şey bulamadim. -Hadi, ağbi yatak odanıza gidelim. Ablamın kilotlarini görmek istiyorum.Önden yürümeye başladı. Arkasindan yürüdüm engellemek için. Odaya girmişti bile. Çekmecekleri açıyordu. “Burda mı? Burda mı? “ diye sorarken buldu. Birini tutup çıkardı. Elinden almaya cesaret edemedim. Fena yakalanmıştım. Çocukla kavga etmeye niyetim yoktu. Bize maddi olarak da o kadar büyük bir refah sağlamıştı ki varlığı. Riske atmak istemedim escort avcılar yeni düzenimizi ?-Ağbi çok güzel ya. Bunu içinde ne güzel görünüyordur ablam yaa!Bir kaç tanesini daha çıkartıp tek tek yorum yaptı. Sonra birini önüne sürtmeye başladı. Ben sesimi çıkartmadıkça cesareti artıyordu. Gömleğini çıkardı. Üstünde kot pantolonuyla yatağımıza sırt üstü uzandı.-Ağbi senden bir şey istiyeceğim. Lütfen beni kırma. Hayallerimin birazını yaşamama yardım et. Bak benim sayemde Sibel’i nasil seyrediyorsun.Durumumu tekrar hatırlatarak elini güçlendiriyordu. ?-Ben şimdi gözlerimi kapatacağım. Sen sanki Dilek ablaymışsın gibi yavaşça fermuarımı açacaksın. Ardından da kilodumu sıyıracaksın aşağıya. Benimki çıkınca da üstünde ablamın kilotunu hafif hafif sürtüp gıdıklayacaksın. Beni tahrik edeceksin.Bunu söyleyip elime karimin kırmızı dantel kilotunu tutuşturdu. Tereddüt ettim. “Hadi ağbi, biz kankayız artık yaa” dedi. Isteksizce yanına yaklaştım. Bir elimde acemice tuttuğum kilot, öteki elimle pantolonunun düğmesini açtım. Erkekliğinin üstünde olduğumu düşündüğüm için fermuarın ucunu tutmak için biraz çekindim. Aşağıya doğru çektim. kilotunun içinde bir canavar olduğu besbelliydi artık. Tam serleşmemiş hissediyordu ama kilodunu doldurmuştu. Dokunmalarım tahrik etmiş olmalı ki gözlerimin önünde büyüdü. Ben kilotu sıyırmadan dışarıya çıkmaya başladı. escort mecidiyeköy Kocaman bir başı vardı gerçekten kızın korktuğu kadar vardı. ?-İndir ağbi kilotumu. Rahatlasın birazElimi erkekliğine değdirmeden, kilota parmağımı takıp aşağı doğru çektim. O kadar Kocaman bir şeydi ki ben de erkek miyim diye düşündüm. -Ağbi pantolonumu biraz aşağıya çek. Kilotu da.” Dediklerini sorgusuz yaptım. Şimdi taşaklarından göbeğine kadar uzanan kalın bir yarak duruyordu karşımda. Koyu renkli ve çok güzeldi. Dilek bunu görse tapardı.-Hadi ağbi, başlasana.Karımın kilotunu sağ elime alıp yüksekten tutarak hafif hafif Selim’in yarağına değdirmeye başladım. Aşağıdan yukarı, yukarıdan aşağı yavaşça gidip geliyordum. Selim kendinden geçiyordu.-Ohhh! Zeynep abla sana bayılıyorum. Hastayım sana.?Yarağı daha da sertleşiyordu. Onu böyle görmek beni de heyecanlandırmıştı. Karım için söylediklerine kızmama rağmen çok tahrik ediciydi. Daha arzuyla gezdirmeye başladım karımın kilotunu yarağının üstünde. Onu deli etmek istiyordum. Eğilip kulağına fısıldamaya başladım. -Ohh! Selim, Zeynep ablan çırıl çıplak yatakta. Sana bunları yaparken dolgun memeleri dalgalanıyor. Uçları sim dik olmuş. Selim zevklendikçe ben daha aşka geliyordum. Resmen bunları karımın ona yaptığını düşünüyordum. Dakikalarca bir birimizi azdırdık. escort ataşehir Soluk soluk soluğaydık artık. Selim sert bir şekilde elimi yakaladı. Yarağını tutturdu.-Asıl ağbi. 31 cektir bana. Boşalt beni Dilek Ablam için. Kilotunun üstüne fışkırayım. Ona giydir bu akşam.Alev alevdi yarağı. Karım için yanıp tutuşuyordu bu çocuk. Boşaltmalıydım onu. Avucuma tükürdüm. Taş gibi yarağını kavradım. Elime zor sığıyordu. Aşağı yukarı sıvazlamaya başladım. O an onu kıskandım. Böyle bir şeyi tutmak bile çok güzel duyguydu. Benimki ne kadar küçükmüş. Ne kadar zayıf. Elimdeyken kıymetini bilmem lazım diye düşündüm. Öteki elimle de taşaklarını avuçlamak istiyordum ama karımın kilotunu deliğinin önünde tutmam gerekiyordu. Dölleri boşa gitmemeliydi. Hala karımla ilgili şeyler söylüyordum. Dakikalarca 31 çektirdim ona. Sonunda avucumda sarsılan bu canavarın deliğinden fışkıran döller karımın kırmızı kilotunun üstüne birikmeye başladı. ?-OHHH! Ablam! Dilek ablam… Seni istiyorum. Senin için boşalıyorum. OHHHHHHH! Bitmiyordu. Taşacaktı minik dantel parçasından. Avucumu açıp engellemeye çalıştım. Uzun bir ohh çektikten sonra durdu. Bir kaç saniye sonra Gözlerini açıp bana baktı gülerek. “Ağbi harikaydın” dedi nefes nefese. Ben de kendimden geçmiştim. Sessizce “iyiydi” dedim. Kendi sikimi düşünecek bir ortam değildi maalesef. Karımın kilotunu dikkatle sehpanın üstüne koydum. -Ağbi ben biraz uzanıp dinleneyim buradaYatağın karşısindaki koltuğa oturdum. Sakinleşmeye çalışırken gözlerimi yatakta uzanan Selim’den alamıyordum. O yatağa yakışıyordu bunu farkettim. O sabah ilk defa bu evin erkeği olmaya aday biri olarak gördüm onu ve korktum bu piç kurusundan.?Devamı var.

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This story occurred in the late 1980s when I had just turned 18. Three of my friends Andy, Mark and Rob were going away on holiday. I didn’t fancy it as it was through a Christian youth club that Andy used to go to. I had therefore heard about these “holidays,” so although you had your own chalets you were still supposed to go to various religious events. At the last minute Rob dropped out and after being convinced by Mark they would be loads of single women there who were all up for it I decided to go along.

As soon as I arrived I knew it was a big mistake, it was full of happy clappy Christian types who were not into drinking and certainly not into sex. The few bars open on site (it was out of season) were deserted, the chalet was decked out in cheap wobbly furniture and the hot water didn’t work.

So I was feeling pretty miserable, on the second day Mark had gone to the site reception and requested someone fix the hot water out but nobody came. On the third day he marched down to site reception.

As always it was left to me to approach the girl at the desk. I calmly explained the situation how it was now the third day and we didn’t have any hot water, despite someone promising to fix it. The girl seemed a bit disinterested. Mark saw this as his queue to jump in, be very rude to her and then demand to speak to the site manager.

The manager eventually came over and said he would get someone to sort it by 5.00pm, that wasn’t good enough for Mark as he wanted it sorted immediately. Mark was being his usual obnoxious self and I didn’t want to spend the rest of the day with him, so I said I didn’t mind waiting for the engineer. The site manager had previously said the engineer could let himself in, but Mark mentioned something about his valuable belongings which made the situation worse.

I went back to the chalet with a newspaper, luckily I’d bought a couple of books to read so after reading the paper I settled into one of the books. A couple of hours later there was a knock at the door, it was the engineer. He started working away and later I offered him a cup of tea. I explained how bad the holiday was with most of the bars closed and nothing around for miles. He nodded sympathetically saying the first few weeks of the season are always booked out with Christians and he knew exactly where I was coming from.

He mentioned there was a staff club on site which was usually busy and he offered to buy me a drink when he finished work at 7.00pm.

After he had finished and after having something to eat I made my way to the amusement hall where Mark and Alan said they would be. On the way there I passed the reception block and noticed the girl who I’d spoken to earlier. Given the way Mark had been with her I felt I should apologise. I went through the door and cleared my throat, she looked up.

She didn’t look particularly pleased to see me, ‘the hot water’s sorted.’

‘Good,’ she snapped and looked down again.

‘I’m sorry, for the way my … friend spoke to you earlier; it was well out of order.’

‘Yeah it was.’

There was now silence, it was clear she didn’t want to talk anymore, I shuffled away, and muttered, ‘bye then,’ under my breath. She did not reply.

Mark and Alan were playing snooker and Mark mentioned he had chatted up some girls and they were seeing them later, just my luck I thought. I explained about the social club and said I might go there, Mark laughed saying it was full of old codgers and these girls had been well up for it.

I played a bit of snooker with them and we then went back to the chalet. Mark and Alan had their shower and went out. I also had a shower and went out a bit later to the social club. The engineer Kevin was there and bought me a drink, we chatted for a while him telling me his life story. It was good to get away from the confines of the chalet and Mark’s juvenile behaviour. I noticed Kevin’s glass was empty and got him and me another drink. We talked some more about twenty minutes later a group of women walked in.

I paid no attention to them as we continued at our drinks until some ten minutes later when Kevin had finished and said his dinner would be ready.

I was in a bit of a dilemma, I didn’t fancy going back to the chalet on my own, but I didn’t know whether I wanted to drink in the club on my own either. In the end I went up to the bar and ordered another drink.

I was at the bar when a voice behind me said, ‘sorry about how I spoke to you earlier.’ I turned around to see a woman a few years older than me, about 5″3′ tall and with a very friendly manner. She was part of the group of women, then I suddenly realised it was the receptionist. She looked completely different out of uniform and with her dark hair down.

I was slightly taken aback before I mumbled, ‘it’s alright.’

I expected that to be it but she surprised me by saying ‘I’ll get that,’ as the barman passed me my drink.

‘Thanks,’ I replied not really knowing what else to say since nobody had ever brought me a drink before in those circumstances.

She smiled again and I got a whiff bodrum escort of her perfume. I had no idea who it was by, but she smelt very nice. ‘Sorry about earlier. I was waiting news on my Gran, she had a big operation earlier in the day and I feared the worst, which was why I was so ratty. That and that friend of yours.’

‘But she’s alright now?’ I asked.

‘Yeah, I spoke with my mum earlier and the hospital says she’s doing very well.’ She smiled at me and seemed genuinely touched that I had shown any sort of interest.

There was a bit of a silence, on my part I could not get over how different she acted and looked. I struggled to recall when someone had been so friendly to me.

‘Oh, my name’s Annie by the way,’ as she held out her hand, ‘do you want to come and join us?’ As she pointed to where her friends were sitting.

‘Er yeah I replied,’ the sensation of her hand against mine still with me.

‘Don’t worry we don’t bite, what’s your name?’

‘Steve.’

She led me over, gently guiding me by my elbow to where her friends sat and introduced me to them all.

I was even more intimidated, my experience of women was pretty much nonexistent. I sat silently as Annie talked to her friends feeling the proverbial spare part and trying to think of something to say or join in the conversation. The conversation somehow got round to why I was with them.

Annie explained, ‘his stupid friend starting shouting the odds about having no hot water for the shower, saying he had reported it the other day.’

‘Oh, that might have been to me,’ replied Mel who was about the same age as Annie and had light brown hair. ‘Yeah I remember him, short bloke with greasy hair, he seemed a complete knob and then the phone rang, so I forgot to log it with the engineer.’

‘So where are your friends tonight?’ Another one of them asked.

‘They said they met a couple of women as I was waiting for the engineer.’

Mel laughed. ‘I saw that friend of yours and another lad with two girls who must have been all of fourteen.’

I smirked.

‘Still, you’re with some real women now,’ said another one who was actually old enough to be my mother and I later found out was called Sue.

‘Leave him,’ said Annie.

‘Sorry,’ said Sue as she squeezed my thigh, laughed and winked at her friends.

The rest of the girls also laughed, ‘so have you got a girlfriend?’ Asked Angie a blond in her late twenties.

‘Not really.’ I limply replied.

‘Not really,’ repeated Angie.

‘Like playing the field do you?’ Inquired Sue.

I felt myself blushing even more and I’m sure it had the word virgin emblazoned on my forehead. I felt so uncomfortable, Annie hadn’t really said anything more to me and the rest of the girls were just taking the piss. I was set to drink my pint as soon as possible and get out before any more embarrassing questions were asked.

‘Oh leave him,’ said Annie, ‘he was very nice to me earlier.’

I felt a great weight off my shoulders as the talk drifted to what they were going to do that night, with mention about going into town with a view to going to a club. Thinking there would be no chance of inviting me I let the conversation drift over me.

I left the girls to go to the toilet convinced they would be talking about me. When I returned all of them apart from Annie were still on about what to do later. I had finished my drink and was about to make a move, ‘er, bye then and thanks for the drink,’ I mumbled to Annie.

‘Where are you going?’

‘Back to the chalet.’

‘Not going to buy me a drink then?’

I hesitated before replying, ‘I thought you were going into town?’

‘No, town’s dead on a Tuesday and after the day I’ve had I don’t really fancy it.’

‘Oh right, what do you want to drink then?’

‘Another bottle of Pils.’

I went up to the bar and waited to be served. I struggled to believe and understand why Annie would rather spend time with me than go out with her friends. I got served and returned back to her.

She smiled, ‘sorry about them, they can be a bit loud.’

‘They’re no worse than any of my friends.’

‘You can say that again.’

We spent the next twenty minutes or so just talking, I explained I was doing A Levels with the intention of going to university.

‘My first proper boyfriend Martin, he wanted to settle down and stuff and we were still at school, sod that.’

She then proceeded to reel off a long list of ex-boyfriends and although she wasn’t explicit in what she said it was clear she was quite experienced. I tried to nod in all the right places hoping to give the illusion I too was experienced in relationships.

Talking to her was just so easy, every other time I had tried to talk to a girl I’d clam up, or she would immediately appear disinterested, but with Annie it was different. Perhaps because I knew she was out of my league nothing would ever come of it I felt more at ease with her than the girls at college.

By now we had finished both our drinks, ‘do you gümbet escort want another drink?’ I asked.

She looked at her watch, ‘no I think I’d better go.’

‘Do you want me to walk you back?’ I said without thinking.

She turned to face me and then nodded before flashing me a smile and my heart skipped a beat. Annie then put her coat on and we started walking toward her chalet. As we walked I thought of things to say but my mind was blank, in the back of my head somewhere was telling me to try and hold her hand or put my arm rounder her.

‘You okay?’

‘Yeah,’ I replied but my throat was dry as I thought about how I would leave her, I would try and see if we could meet up again before Saturday or…

‘It’s very nice of you to escort me back. I wish sometimes my boyfriend was a bit more courteous.’

Boyfriend! Where had that come from? She had made no mention of any boyfriend in any of our previous conversations, just a long list of ex-boyfriends. As we continued to walk my feet became heavier with every step I was so deflated.

‘This way.’

She interrupted my morose thoughts as we cut across some grass. Less than a minute later she announced.

‘It’s just round the corner.’

As we turned the corner she gave a shriek and gripped my arm, ‘Steve.’

‘What is it?’

‘There’s a light on in my chalet and I think the front doors open.’

I must have said something like “so,” because she replied.

‘I share with Mel and she’s gone into town, I think someone’s broken in.’

‘Do you me to check?’ I blurted out without thinking about the consequences of such a rash action.

‘Yeah, but be careful they might still be inside?’

I don’t know why I volunteered to check her place out. It was probably because my head was all over the place with walking her back to the chalet and the possibility that something might happen only to be crushed by her startling revelation.

I was now about to enter the front door. I could hear music, it sounded like the Smith’s and I pushed the door ajar and poked my head inside. Rather than a burglar or a trashed room I saw a woman sitting on a settee. It took a second for me to recognise her.

She saw me and yelled something.

‘Annie,’ I shouted out as I turned round and beckoned her to join me.

Annie ran over and on seeing who was inside the chalet brushed past me, ‘Mel, we thought you were a burglar. You were supposed to have gone into town?’

Mel shook her head and nodded as she belatedly recognised me, ‘that bitch Belinda turned up, you know how I can’t stand her, so with her there were too many of us for the taxi, so I decided to give it a miss.’

‘Why did you leave the door open?’

‘Sorry, must have forgot to close it, anyway it was only slightly open,’ she then looked in my direction, ‘so what’s he doing here?’

‘He was being a gentleman and walking me back.’

‘Oh yeah,’ laughed Mel.

I saw Annie frown at her friend before noticing her wine glass, ‘have you got some wine in the fridge then?’

Mel nodded.

‘You don’t mind, it’s the least you could do after the shock you gave us.’

‘I suppose so.’

‘Steve, do you want some wine?’

‘Yeah,’ I replied, surprised they seemed happy to let me stay as Annie joined Mel on the sofa and I sat on an armchair opposite.

‘Well this is nice,’ said Mel as she flashed me a smile, ‘bet you didn’t think you’d be spending the night alone with two gorgeous women?’

‘No,’ I blushed.

Annie yawned.

‘Keeping you up?’

‘Sorry, I’ve got an early start tomorrow.’

‘So,’ said Mel fixing me a glare, ‘Angie’s question.’

‘Sorry.’

‘Angie, in the bar earlier, she asked whether you had a girlfriend, and I think you said “not really.”‘

Instantly I had flashbacks to the bar and my feeling of complete awkwardness, clearly they had only let me stay so they could make fun of me. I looked down at the carpet, ‘I don’t.’

‘Why not?’

‘I don’t know…’

‘But you do like girls?’

‘Mel, leave him alone.’

‘I think I’d better go.’

‘But it’s raining, you’re over the other side of the camp, you’ll get soaked.’

In my uncomfortable state I hadn’t even heard the sound of the rain against the windows, ‘it doesn’t sound that bad.’

As soon as I’d finished my sentence there was a boom of thunder quickly followed by a bolt of lightning in the distance that was visible through the paper thin curtains.

‘You don’t want to be struck by lightning.’

I traced an element of sarcasm in Mel’s voice and was tempted to reply, you’d probably like that.

‘Mel’s right, you can crash on the sofa, I’ll get you some blankets.’

Annie, went to her bedroom to fetch the blankets, left alone with Mel, I was still tempted to risk a lighting strike, anything but be exposed to more probing questions.

‘There you go,’ said Annie as she placed a pile of blankets on the floor, ‘I’m calling it a night. Mel, you’re taking up his bed.’

‘Yeah, gümüşlük escort I’m off as well,’ replied Mel as she stood up. It was the first time I had seen her standing and I was surprised that she was only slightly taller than Annie and quite slim.

‘I expect you to make us a nice cup of tea in the morning,’ she said as she headed out of the lounge with her back to me. Unexpectedly she turned round, I looked down at the floor embarrassed that I had been staring at her as she exited. I then looked up and caught her eye, she just smiled and said, ‘goodnight.’

I went over to the settee and sat down, the bathroom was between the girl’s bedroom off the lounge and through a door and I could hear teeth being brushed and the toilet flushing.

I then partially undressed, leaving my pants and T-shirt on but removing the rest of my clothes. It took ages for me to fall asleep, as I had a lot of thoughts inside my head. To explain my absence to Mark and Andy, the fact I was alone with two women, but that was immediately tempered by the fact they weren’t interested in me. But the way Mel had looked at me earlier…

I must have eventually fallen asleep because I woke up completely disorientated, it took me a moment to realise I was on holiday in a chalet, next I became aware of another person in the room, Mark? Andy? I then recalled the events of earlier, which explained why I was sleeping on a sofa so Mark and Andy were discounted. The mystery person was behind me in the kitchenette, I hoped it was Annie. Inadvertently I must have moved or let out a sigh as a voice asked….

‘Are you awake?’

It was Mel, ‘yeah,’ I replied disappointed.

‘Couldn’t sleep?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Me neither, I’m just getting a glass of water, do you want one?’

‘Please.’ I replied surprised at the conciliatory tone of her voice.

She walked from the kitchenette and around the sofa, so she was directly in front of me. The only light in the room was from her bedroom but I could clearly make out she was wearing an oversize T-shirt and flimsy trousers.

‘There you are,’ and leant down towards me.

‘Thanks.’

‘You’re welcome, do you mind if I sit down for a bit?’

‘No,’ I replied as a moment later I felt her bottom squash up against the side of my right knee as she sat facing me.

‘Sorry if I upset you earlier.’

‘It’s alright.’

‘Are you sure? I wasn’t making fun of you. I was just surprised that you didn’t have a girlfriend that’s all.’

‘Oh.’

She nonchalantly moved her bottom and I got a jolt of pleasure to my groin, ‘good looking lad and nice with it.’

‘Sorry.’

‘It was very nice of you to walk Annie back, and apologise for your friends earlier behaviour, most guys your age don’t do things like that, they’re just after one thing.’

I gulped.

‘I’m sure you’re not like that,’ she said mischievously.

But I am, I was so tempted to say. But the present situation was completely new to me and I didn’t know how to react.

As my eyes began to adjust to the light I took more of Mel in. For some reason I hadn’t noticed before but she had quite big breasts and the disappearance of her earlier brash demeanour made me view her quite differently.

‘Anyway, have you ever had a girlfriend?’

Her question cut right through me, ‘no,’ I replied dejectedly.

‘Does that mean…’

She paused, but I knew how her question would finish.

‘It’s alright I’m not going to tell anyone.’

I nodded my head in shame expecting her to laugh in my face at my virgin status.

Instead she went off at a tangent, ‘I’m glad it rained.’

‘Why?’

‘Well if it didn’t rain you wouldn’t be here and we wouldn’t be having this chat and it’s nothing to be ashamed about, I’m sure you’ll meet a nice girl one day.’

‘I doubt it.’

‘Don’t be so despondent, what about the girls at your college?’

‘They’re not interested.’

‘Have you ever asked one of them out or anything?’

‘Er, well.’

‘So you haven’t then?’

‘I suppose not.’

‘Perhaps you should, Annie thinks you’re a very nice guy.’

‘Yeah, thanks.’

‘For what?’

‘You know, for not laughing at me.’

‘Oh Steve,’ she paused as if weighing up what to say next, ‘so why couldn’t you sleep?’

‘I don’t know.’

She shivered, ‘it’s a bit cold in here isn’t it?’

I nodded.

‘And I bet this sofa’s really uncomfortable?’

‘Yeah.’

‘That’s a pity because,’ as she pointed in the direction of her bedroom, ‘through there is warm and comfortable.’

I was actually lost for words as I attempted to digest her offer, although my heart went into overdrive and I immediately felt light-headed at the thought of what might happen.

‘Cat got your tongue?’

‘No.’

‘So do you want to spend the rest of the night on the sofa?’

‘No, no of course not.’

She chuckled, ‘don’t get your hopes up, I’m not going to relieve you of your little problem, but we can chat and stuff.’ With that she stood up, took my hand and said, ‘come on.’

She still had hold of my hand as we exited the lounge went along a short hallway and into her bedroom. Once inside she let go of my hand and walked to the side of the double bed which the small room struggled to accommodate and turned a bedside light on, ‘turn the main light off,’ she said softly.

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*****

Chapter 1

Scarlet Hood lived with her parents on a remote farm in the heart of the Black Forest area of Germany. As a youngster, she had gone to the school in the local village five miles away. She had to walk there and back – no matter what the weather.

At home, her mother taught her how to cook and sew, while her father taught her about the animals. The farm was small, but they kept a variety of livestock on the various areas of pasture and hillside. Sheep, goats and cows were maintained, along with a reasonably sized flock of chickens. By the farmhouse Mrs. Hood had a small vegetable garden. It didn’t by any means supply all of their needs, but helped to eke out the family’s limited income.

Most families in the region tended to be fairly large, but Helmut and Magrit had only been blessed with the one daughter. While they tried (very diligently) for more children, somehow it just never happened. It was certainly something that they would never dream of mentioning to the village Doctor – even if they could afford to see him, which they couldn’t.

Magrit had originally lived with her own parents on the other side of the nearby forest, but having been courted by the handsome, young Helmut from across the valley; she had married him and moved away. Her father had died some years later, but her mother remained in the little cottage. It was a relatively short distance, so the family saw her quite often throughout the year.

At eighteen, Scarlet was becoming frustrated, but she couldn’t understand why. Never having been more than a dozen miles from home – to the nearest town, she hadn’t seen or experienced anything different to the life she knew. Her only hope of escape was to be courted and to marry someone. Not as simple as it may seem, for there were very few eligible young men in the area. That said, she very much like Gustav, who was a woodsman in the forest nearby. She sometimes saw him as he walked close to the farm.

One hot day, as she was working in the vegetable garden, he had stopped and asked if he could have some water. She obliged readily and found that he was handsome and pleasant to talk to. Without understanding what she was doing, she began to flirt with him. From that day, he quite often came by when she was working outside and stopped to talk. Many times, she watched him as he walked away. But then came the day that she idly wondered what his backside would look like without trousers. Her face flushed immediately at the unbidden thought, colouring her face to a shade that almost matched her hair.

Her heart hammered against her ribs and she began to feel dizzy. Things were happening to her body that she couldn’t understand; there was an aching in her breasts and every time she breathed she experienced delightful tickling sensations there. Staggering towards the gate for something to hold on to, she wondered if she was losing control of her bladder. There was a definite wetness between her legs. So much that she could feel a trickle running down inside the leg of her knickers.

She waited for a couple of minutes, getting her breathing under control until she no longer needed to hug the gatepost. Terrified that her Mother might see her in such a state she quickly made her way into the woods and found a hiding place that was out of sight of the farm. She collapsed on the floor amongst the leaf mould and exhaled in relief. Pretty soon she started thinking about what had happened.

Scarlet was dressed in her everyday clothes, typical for this particular area of the Black Forest. Although she wore the more colourful traditional costume to attend church, working clothes needed to be more hard wearing and less likely to show dirt. Her skirt was brown, pleated and came down to just below her knees. Her blouse of white cotton had short sleeves and was worn underneath a tight, black vollsteiff bodice.

Over the skirt was worn a white cotton apron, with a modest amount of lace adornment. On her feet she wore black shoes over white, woollen stockings. Underneath her outer clothes she had a slip, just slightly shorter than the skirt and white knee-length cotton bloomers.

Having slumped to the floor, the skirt had ridden up along with the white slip to reveal an expanse of flesh between the bottom of her knicker legs and the top of her stockings. She could feel the cool air gently caressing the fine hairs on her legs and once again felt the odd sensations she had experienced earlier. She unhooked the top part of her bodice to enable her hands to slip inside and ease the tenderness she felt there. To her surprise, the touch of her fingers brought forth even stronger reactions. She could feel how hard her nipples had become and now knew that it was the rubbing of her bodice on these that had caused the butterflies in her stomach.

She sat exploring her breasts bodrum escort through the thin cotton of her blouse until the trickling feeling returned between her legs. She stopped playing with her breasts and pulled her skirt and slip up further. Sure enough, there was a damp patch down there, which seemed to be growing as she watched. Experimentally, she touched a finger to the area and shivered. Her mouth fell open. Again she touched the middle of the wet spot and it made her go cross-eyed. She dared not touch the same place again for fear of fainting away, so moved her finger to contact an inch or so higher.

The effect was electrifying. She did it again, and again. Nothing in her life had prepared her for finding that her body had the ability to give itself such pleasure. She laid back and used a finger from each hand to touch both areas again. Before long she forgot about where she was, or even who she was. The delights that she was experiencing for the very first time were taking her to an entirely different place to any she had known before.

When the inevitable happened, Scarlet at first thought that she was dying – a punishment for doing something that must be so very, very wicked indeed. But then her senses began to return and she marvelled at how her body had felt. It took some time before she felt strong enough to rise to her feet and when she walked, she felt an embarrassing cold dampness in the crotch of her knickers.

*****

Chapter 2

Woolf Badmeister watched Scarlet as she walked unsteadily back down the pathway. My how she had grown in the last few years! From where he had been sitting in the woods, repairing one of his traps, he had been able to see the young woman through the gaps in the bushes. He wished that she had pulled her drawers down when she had masturbated, but the strands of semen hanging from the leaves in front of his diminishing cock proved that it hadn’t been absolutely necessary for his pleasure.

“It’s definitely time for that little chicken to be plucked,” he muttered. As he dressed himself his mind wandered; how could he persuade Scarlet to drop her drawers for him?

*****

Gustav had noticed how much more Scarlet was flirting with him nowadays, but he hadn’t let on. She did everything she could to catch his interest, but to no avail. Sure, he kept turning up and seemed to enjoy spending time talking to her, but even when she placed her arms behind herself, pushing her breasts out at him, he didn’t respond at all. His eyes didn’t even flicker to the developing mounds that she was so proud of.

Each time he walked away from her, Scarlet felt a yearning ache in the pit of her stomach. It wasn’t love – it was lust. But she still didn’t understand this.

It was fortunate that Scarlet helped her mother by doing the washing now; that way she was able to deal with her frequently soggy underwear without awkward questions. She masturbated most days after seeing Gustav, although sometimes she had to wait until she was tucked up in bed. On those occasions she became pretty desperate and during the evening had to her constantly bite her tongue to prevent herself from snapping at her parents in her frustration. On those night time occasions she found herself imagining the two of them naked together, but her limited sexual knowledge led her to believe that union would take place in much the same way that the Billy goat did with the nannies.

Good fortune came to her aid in the end; she had gone into the forest to pick some mushrooms for her mother, when she caught sight of the farm through gaps in the trees. Clearly, Gustav had just called at the cottage and been told that she was in the woods. She knew that he would follow the well-trodden path as usual and that if she hurried she could meet him further on.

Scarlet was slightly out of breath when she reached the track and had lost some of the mushrooms from her basket in her haste to get there. She thought quickly and decided that she needed to take some desperate measures. Undoing the top two buttons of her blouse allowed a tantalising glimpse of her cleavage, her breasts being pushed up by the bodice. She pretended to be looking for fungi as Gustav rounded the bend.

“Scarlet!” he said. “I didn’t think I would see you today.”

“Hello Gustav. I’m picking some mushrooms. Would you like to help?”

It wasn’t exactly men’s work, but Gustav was happy to spend a little time with Scarlet.

She deliberately made sure that she was able to bend low in front of him. When Scarlet straightened, it was clear that he had seen what she wanted him to see; his face had reddened slightly. When she tried the trick again, Gustav seemed to lose the ability to hold a conversation.

Scarlet was feeling very aroused. Otherwise she would never have dreamed of doing what she was; stepping over a large log, she took hold of her skirts and raised gümbet escort them just a little too high, revealing the tops of her stockings and the silk ties holding them in place – perhaps even a little flesh between them and the white bloomers. The effect such actions had on Gustav were almost as powerful as they had on her. At that moment, if he had asked her to take all of her clothes off, she would have done so without hesitation.

The colour of Gustav’s face had deepened even further and he was breathing heavily. When Scarlet turned away from him and bent at the waist to pick some more mushrooms, she deliberately swayed her backside at him, he couldn’t prevent a groan from escaping his lips.

Scarlet stood back up and turned round. “Whatever is the matter Gustav? Are you unwell? Perhaps you had better sit down!”

She pulled him to the large trunk and sat him down. The fact that she knelt down in front of him giving a delightful view of the valley between her breasts didn’t help. Her skirt was sitting above her knees and he looked down at them. Scarlet followed the line of his gaze and realised that she was kneeling in the dirt in her clean white stockings. She stood suddenly and said, “Oh, look what I’ve done now!” She pulled the material up high to display the mud that had adhered to her legs and showed Gustav what was worn beneath. He had often wondered about that. Gustav clamped his arm across his lower stomach in response to her actions.

“Oh Gustav!” Scarlet cried. She dropped her skirts back down and dropped next to him on the tree. “Whatever is wrong? Is it your tummy?” She took hold of his arm and tried to pull it away.

“No!” he said. “You mustn’t!” His face was a picture of painful embarrassment.

Scarlet assumed that Gustav had a stomach ache, but saw a possible opportunity to – maybe – get his breeches down.

“Don’t be silly. Straighten up and take your hand away.” Before he could object she had slipped her hand into his and pulled it aside. For all his strength, he seemed incapable of resisting and when she pushed him upright he just froze in anticipation of the shock, revulsion and castigation he knew was to come.

“What… what have you got in your pocket Gustav?” He didn’t answer, but made almost silent strangled noises in his throat. Scarlet reached down and put her hand on the long hard lump. “Oh!” she said as it twitched.

Scarlet wrapped her hand around the shaft through the thick material of his breeches. She looked up at him with a surprised expression on her face and asked, “Is that your… thing, Gustav?”

He nodded slowly, still unable to speak.

“Can I see?” she asked breathlessly.

Gustav didn’t respond, so Scarlet took that as a positive answer and knelt back down in front of him. She reached up and unfastened the two buttons at either side of the front of his bundhosen and pulled the flap down. She could see a damp patch on the front of his shirt beneath which the end of his penis lay. She lifted the material aside and gasped.

“Oh, Gustav! It’s so big!

Scarlet marvelled at it; it was much, much bigger than she had imagined. She had expected something like the size of the goat’s pizzle! The thought of trying to accommodate something like that made her dizzy. The skin was smooth, but she could see blue veins beneath the surface. The head was shiny and an almost a blue colour. She could see a little of his hairy testicles, but her attention was focussed on the shaft itself.

“Can I… touch it?” The whole thing jumped when she said that. Scarlet reached out and wrapped her slender fingers around it. It was so thick that her fingers hardly met. Gustav started breathing again, but his gasps were laboured.

Scarlet could feel the blood pulsing in Gustav’s dick as she held it. She leaned nearer to look more closely. She was now close enough for the young man to feel her warm breath on his sensitive skin. He seemed incapable of any voluntary action at this point, but looked disappointed when she let go of his cock.

Sitting back on her haunches, Scarlet had been wondering what made Gustav’s penis jump every now and then. She had an idea and brought her hands up to her blouse. Taking hold of the open collar, she pulled the ‘v’ apart and leaned forwards. Sure enough, the dick jumped at the sight.

“So you do like them?” she said. He nodded slightly in agreement, so she moved up onto her knees so that she was very close to him and repeated the display. This time the cock seemed to jump and slap against his stomach. If possible, it seemed even larger than when she had first seen it.

Scarlet didn’t really understand what she was doing, but Gustav wasn’t objecting and she was enjoying herself. That familiar wetness was making the material between her legs feel cool on her pussy. Her own breathing was becoming heavier as she reached down and took hold of the türkbükü escort hem of her skirt and began to lift it.

Gustav’s eyes were bulging as he watched the material go higher and higher, revealing more and more. By the time the skirt was bunched around her waist he could see the dampness that Scarlet could feel. He could hardly sit still and looked like an animal, coiled like a spring and waiting to pounce. Her hand moved to the bows that held the waist of her bloomers up. “Shall I?” she asked.

Again, there was no reply, so she took a deep breath and unfastened the button and pulled the cord undone on one side. The garment slipped a little, revealing part of her belly, but she paused a moment before repeating the process on the other side and allowing her knickers to slide down. She knew she was being wicked, but she no longer cared. She felt the cool forest air on her pubic bush as she exposed herself to a man for the very first time.

Gustav’s eyes saw dark red curly hair on pale white skin, contrasted with a deep pink gash at the centre. It was all too much for him and with a loud groan, his cock erupted.

Scarlet was taken by surprise. She was witnessing what appeared to be fountain of milk. At first she wondered where it was coming from, but then realised that it was the ejaculation from Gustav’s penis. Without any physical contact he had suddenly orgasmed and the resultant torrent was being sprayed high into the air. She watched, astounded, as the jets of come flew high into the air, before gradually reducing in height and volume. When he had finally finished, his semen lay everywhere. She even had some in her hair and on her dress and bloomers. Looking down at her own nakedness she saw how close one drop had come to the centre of her own arousal. The little dribble sat caught in her pubic hair until she reached down and pinched it between finger and thumb.

Inadvertently, she made contact with her clitoris and moaned aloud at the sensation. She stared hard at Gustav’s still semi-hard dick and succumbed to the need to achieve her own fulfilment.

Gustav’s eyes had been closed, but now he opened them – along with his mouth. He sat watching as Scarlet frigged herself and his cock began to recover immediately, rising once again to full attention.

Scarlet approached her climax and doubled over with the pleasure. Her head came to rest on Gustav’s lap, unheeding of the sticky white residue that remained there. She opened her eyes in the final stages of masturbation and saw the massive erection almost close enough to touch with her nose. The urge to kiss it was simply too strong, so she did. She felt moisture on her lips and without thinking licked them. The slightly salty taste of his semen pushed her over the edge and she came, noisily and with a considerable loss of body control. Her face nudged incessantly at the cock, almost causing it to burst again.

*****

Chapter 3

When the two young people had recovered their senses, they both dressed in an embarrassing silence.

Scarlet gave Gustav a peck on the cheek and then ran home with her basket of mushrooms. If her mother noticed that she had been gone longer than usual she didn’t comment.

Long into the night Scarlet lay awake on her bed thinking about the events in the forest. Gustav was big and strong and handsome and his penis was so large! She slipped her hand between her legs until a fingertip was at the entrance to her vagina. She probed gently, but still couldn’t understand how such a large lump of meat was supposed to fit into such a small passage. Her thoughts and her digital manipulations had aroused her again and until she once more rubbed herself again to orgasm she wasn’t going to gain any relief and get to sleep.

When Scarlet awoke, the very first thing she thought of was how she could arrange for something to happen with Gustav, similar to the previous day. Unfortunately, she didn’t even see him for over a week. Perhaps she had scared him off? Then, one morning, she saw him coming out of the forest along the path that led to the cottage. When he arrived, he explained that he needed to see her mother urgently. She followed him inside and listened as he spoke to Magrit.

“You mother asked me to call on you Mrs. Hood. She said that she hadn’t been feeling very well for a few days and wondered if Scarlet could come over and do some chores for her. I was asked to fetch her back – if that’s OK?”

“Of course,” said Magrit. “Is she alright? Should we fetch a Doctor?”

“No, she said that her leg was hurting a bit and just wanted to rest it for a while.”

While Scarlet was concerned for the welfare of her grandmother, nevertheless she was excited by the prospect of a walk in the woods with Gustav, alone. Already she could feel the fire alight in her belly.

As soon as the couple were out of sight of the cottage, Scarlet transferred the basket of food she was carrying to her left hand and then slipped her right hand into Gustav’s. He still seemed bashful, so she waited a while before talking to him.

“I hope that nasty swelling of yours hasn’t returned?” she asked, tongue-in-cheek.

“Scarlet!” he said, shocked. “We shouldn’t have done that. It was wrong.”

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Here is a little story about loosing my virginity. I’m sure time has embellished it somewhat but is basically true.

*

I was in college, and very shy. I was looking to rent a room in a house near campus. I had looked at several ads but had not found what I needed. Either the places were dumps or the rent was out of reach. I was about ready to give up and just live in the dorm another semester, but decide to check out one more place. I knocked on the door and a stunning Asian woman answered it. I told her I was interested in renting the room she had listed at the campus center. She laughed a little, and told me that the ad specified that she was looking for a female boarder. I looked down at the ad again and realized my error. I couldn’t look her in the eye I was so embarrassed. I made my apologies, and started to leave when she called out after me.

“Hold on.” She said, “I was looking for a woman, but you seem like such a nice guy I guess I could show you the room”

She showed me the room, and I couldn’t believe how nice it was. I asked what the rent was, and again disappointed that it was out of my reach. I told her as much. She frowned, in a way that was so sexy, and asked if I was good with my hands? Perhaps, we could negotiate the rent if I agreed to help out with some work around the house. It seems she got the house in a divorce after she caught her husband cheating on her. This I found hard to believe as she as really stunning. Anyway, we came to an agreement and I moved in the next weekend.

Things were going really well and one Saturday morning Sandy asked me to help her paint her bedroom. First thing to do was take out as much stuff as was practical. I was moving out one of her nightstands, and had tilted it up to fit through the door, when the drawer slid open and her vibrator fell out and rolled across the floor. I was so naive I didn’t even realize what it was at first and just stared at it.

Suddenly it hit me and I must have turned 6 shades of red. I quickly tried to put it back in the drawer, but Sandy saw it and me. I was speechless and stammering for words. Sandy just laughed as said, “My God, you are as sweet as you seem.”

She told me it was OK and not to be embarrassed. She told me that although she had been divorced nearly a year, she wasn’t ready for the dating scene again just yet. And well, a woman has needs too. I was still holding the vibrator at that point and she asked if she could have it back, unless I needed it that was. Her teasing had me bright red again. Realizing, she had embarrassed me, she asked in a very sweet voice. “Alex, are you a virgin?” All I could do was nod my head. Sandy took me by the hand, taking the vibrator with her, and led me to sit down on the bed.

“Sorry if I embarrassed you.” She said.

“It’s OK.” I answered with a week smile. I finally had the nerve to look up at her. Sandy was wearing an old white T-shirt and Jeans. Her breasts were not large but her nipples were very prominent and I couldn’t help but notice she wasn’t wearing a bra that day. Now yes, I was very shy, and a virgin. But I certainly wasn’t escort bodrum a monk. Sitting on her bed, smelling her sent, watching her breasts rise and fall with each breast soon had me hard as a rock. I guess I was pretty obvious about looking at her breasts because she then asked me if I thought her breasts were too small.

“No.” I stammered, and then somewhat emboldened by my growing desire I added, “They look great to me.”

“Really?” she smiled. “I was always a little self conscious about them. Especially since the slut I caught my ex with had really big tits.”

“No. Really, I think they are beautiful.” I replied.

“Thanks.” She said, moving a little closer.

“What do you like best about them?” she asked as she pulled the tee shirt tight over them. I couldn’t believe how much her nipples were standing out.

“Your nipples” I said without thinking.

“Yeah,” she replied, “I’ve always really liked them too. I know there big for my size but they’ve always been so sensitive. I really love to have them sucked on.” Then with a slight pause she added. “Would you like to suck on them, Alex?”

I don’t think I said a word, but I’m sure the look on my face was all the answer she needed. Sandy then stood up off the bed and turned to face me. She then reached down and with one smooth motion she pulled the tee shirt off. As great as her tits looked through the thin shirt, they looked even better with out it. After tossing the shirt on the floor, she reached up and tweaked her nipples between her thumb and fingers. Letting out a small moan. She then leaned in to me, her breasts at just at my face level. I quickly, took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked greedily on it. Her hand reached around my head, and pulled my face into her breast. I couldn’t believe how hard and rubbery her nipple was. I would flick my tongue across it and feel it spring back to shape in my mouth. Now I was a virgin, but this wasn’t the first tit I had sucked on, (OK, it was the second) but it was definitely the best. I kept moving my mouth from one tit to the other. Loving the feeling as each nipple would pop into my mouth. I don’t know how long we stayed that way. It seemed like an eternity, and only a few moments all in one. Sandy then pushed her weight onto me and we both fell back onto her bed. She then sat up and was straddling me. If she hadn’t seen my hard-on before she couldn’t miss it now. Now I’m no porn star, but I have to say I’m fairly well endowed, about eight inches long and rather thick. She then leaned forward, placing her hands on either side of my shoulders and started to dry hump me. Mind you, she was still in her jeans and I was fully clothed in an old Journey tee shirt and shorts.

I reached up and pulled her down on top of me. My mouth found hers and we started kissing, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. During the kiss, I rolled over on top of her, her legs wrapping around me as I pounded my hips into her. God I was so hard, it hurt. She then reached down between us and felt the head of my cock that had pushed it’s way above the waistband gümüşlük escort of my shots. She then broke the kiss and said to me.

“Now it’s my turn to suck on something.”

With that she pushed me off of her and I rolled onto my back. She then got on her hands and knees and started to unbutton my shorts. I helped as best I could and took my shirt off. She soon had my shorts and underwear off.

“God, you have a beautiful cock.” She said, “My husbands was average size, but thin.”

I was a little embarrassed by this but also liked the complement. She then reached out and started to run her hand up and down the length. God it felt great. She then tried to wrap her finger around it. It took both of her hands to get all the way around me.

But then she started to really pump it up and down. I was in heaven.

I reached down and started playing with her closest breast. Sandy then bent down and ran her tongue over my head. I almost came the feeling was so intense. She then put the head in her mouth, She couldn’t get very far down it, but I didn’t care. No girl had ever done that before.

She continued to pump her hands up and down my shaft while sucking on the head. I was so turned on I couldn’t believe it. After about five or six strokes I was ready to cum. I told her as much and she stopped sucking on me and slowed down her stroking of my cock. She then smiled at me and told me she wanted me to cum. She wanted to feel my cock pulse as I shot my cum all over her. As she told me this she increased the pace of her hands on my cock. That was all it took. I let out a groan and started to spurt cum all over her torso. I had three really big jets that covered her beautiful breasts, I remember seeing it cling to her nipples as they swayed and jiggled from her hands continuing to pump me. She then put her mouth back over the head of my cock as I had two smaller convulsions. After, when she looked up at me, she looked so sexy as she had a little bit of my cum coming out of the corner of her mouth.

I quickly pulled her up to me and started kissing again. I then moved my head down to her breasts and once again took one of her nipples into my mouth. She let out a low moan as I licked and sucked my cum off her tits. Now it was my turn to get her pants off. I pulled her jeans and underwear off together and couldn’t believe my eyes. Her pussy was shaved bald except for a small tuft of heir on the front. I had seen plenty of pussies in magazines before but never one in person. It was so beautiful. Her lips were pink and swollen. And her clit was standing up from its hood. There was a slick glistening from her wetness over everything. And oh the smell was so intoxicating. I had never gone down on a girl before but knew I wanted to. I had read about it in Penthouse Forum and such, and couldn’t wait to try. Slowly I knelt down between her legs as she spread them open for me. I put my hands on her thighs and slowly ran them up and down. When I got my hands up to her inner thigh and then ran them back down the pressure caused her pussy lips to open muğla escort slightly. I moved my head between her legs and reached my tongue out and tasted a pussy for the first time.

It was so sweet. I still love the taste today and love to give head. Slowly, I ran my tongue up and down the length of her slit and then up and over her engorged clit. I remember her shuddering when I did that. I then opened my mouth wide and really dove in. I remember snaking my tongue up into her as far as I could, tasting as much of her as I could. Then bringing my tongue up and over her clit. I was trying to remember everything I could from those Forum letters so I would please her. I then closed my mouth over her clit and gently sucked, flicking my tongue over the end of it. I remember Sandy gasping when I did this. Taking this as a good sign I redoubled my efforts. Sandy pushed my head away. Telling me that I was being too rough. I slowed down and then took my time. We went at this for some time, and I was loving it. But then Sandy stopped me.

“Alex, I have to tell you I’ve never been able to cum that way. I love it but can’t quite get there.” She said very sweetly. She must have seen the downtrodden look on my face, as I really wanted to please her as much as she had me. “But,” she continued, “I’d really love to feel that thick cock of yours in me.” She didn’t have to ask twice. I’m not sure I had even gotten soft. (Ah, the glory of being 21) But with that statement I was hard as I had ever been. She gently pushed me onto my back and once again straddled me. But this time there was nothing between her beautiful naked pussy and my swollen cock. Slowly she lowered herself down onto me. To this day, I can only describe the feeling as total shock. I couldn’t believe anything could feel that good. I lay there unable to move, my brain lost in this haze of extract. Once she had lowered herself all the way down on me she started a slow grinding of her hips. God, the extacy was only getting better. At some point I reached up and cupped a breast in my hand, feeling the nipple poke out between my two middle fingers. Slowly our rhythm built and soon we were moving in an ever-increasing spiral to infinity. Her eyes were shut tight as she rode me. Small mew like moans escaping her body. Then all at once, her body went ridge, her eyes few open and locked on mine, and a primal scream erupted from her. I lost it at that point, cuming and filling her cunt with more cum then I thought I would ever have in my body. Sandy collapsed on top of me, both of us trying to catch our breath. I remember thinking, “Wow, I’m no longer a virgin.” Then I said something really stupid. “So, did you make it?”

Hey, I was still naïve. Sandy just looked at me like I was crazy and burst into laughter, throwing her arms around me.

We actually did get her room painted that weekend. But actually did it naked. To this day I get an erection when I have to paint something.

As for Sandy and me… Well, I was young and dumb and made the classic mistake of confusing love and lust. I broke my heart over her. But looking back I realize it was my fault and not hers. She was always very nice to me, even when I didn’t deserve it.

A few years ago, I was back in town and drove by her house. I don’t know if she still lives there or not, but there was a swing set in the front yard. I like to think she found a great guy, and is happily married with a family now.

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