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Chasing youth

Part 1

My name is Derrick Tyson. I am 30 years old. I was a weak, nerdy virgin in high school. I never had a date, didn’t go to the prom and had a smell about me in high school. I didn’t play any sports. I was the weird guy. I was mocked and laughed at. I did well academically but I was a social zero.

Let me tell you how I transformed myself into a man that, as of this writing, has screwed over one hundred (100), and counting, women of all shapes, sizes and races.

It all started with me, after another lackluster Friday night filled with video games and masturbation, finally I had an epiphany. I was 19 at the time. I decided to do something about my situation. I was living at home, working a crappy job, and I was fat. I decided to get up the next morning and try and work out. I knew nothing. However, I did know how to read and research.

The first thing I needed to do was find a gym and a support system. The only way you will learn how to be a man who is getting laid regularly is to find other guys who get laid yakacık escort regularly. I needed to get a new circle of friends. This group of friends were probably hanging out were an uncoordinated, shy guy like me never went which was the gym. I found a gym in the area. Not one of those cute gyms were if you drop a plate or grunt, they yell at you. No, I found a gym where the guys talk shit to you if you do not lift. I also noticed a lot of physically fit, females in that gym as well.

I went in with my weak, flabby body and just got on a treadmill. I did the treadmill and slowly but surely went over to the bench press. I could barely lift the 45 lb bar. I heard someone snickering about my titties. I stayed with it, though. I started going to the gym every day and the guys there started helping me with different tools and techniques. I started doing speedwork on the track after talking to one of the guys there that used to run track in college. They also started asking me about having a girlfriend. I was too ashamed to say I had never samandıra escort gotten laid. To them, at nineteen, this was unbelievable. They got a good laugh but after a while they wanted to help me. The older men started giving me advice on how to talk to women. I had never had this type of advice before. I thought women were so sweet and virginal, but it turns out that the great majority of these women were sluts. It was time to take them off the pedestal.

My first conquest after going to the gym after about three months was a girl named Lisa. I met Lisa in a club. I was losing my fear of women due to my weightlifting, getting more physically fit, and not being afraid of confrontation. I went right up to her after having a few drinks and asked her for a blowjob. She started laughing right there on the spot and we had a conversation. Later on that night, I got her phone number. The next day we chatted on the phone for over an hour in which she informed me she had a boyfriend, but she was horny. She did not have a car, so sancaktepe escort I picked her up at her trailer and brought her back to my place. My mother was working the night shift, so I had the place all to myself. I brought her up to my room. I was nervous but I knew I had to accomplish my mission. She sat on the bed as I stood. Lisa slowly unbuckled my belt. Then she unbuttoned the top button on my shorts. My dick was throbbing right now. The wetness was showing through my shorts. She unzipped my shorts and they fell to the floor. She then reached inside my boxer shorts and pulled out me johnson. I was in heaven. It was finally about to happen. She grabbed me johnson with her right hand and stuck my dick in her mouth. Never had a I had such a sensation on my penis. Up and down, she went and she even opened her eyes and looked up at me while she did it. I could hardly contain myself until finally I released years of frustration, shyness, teasing and tears into her mouth all at once. Lisa, like a true cockmaster, continued sucking and squeezing my johnson until there was no more semen to come out. Afterwards I fell on the floor. I just laid there looking at the ceiling for a while. Yes, I had tears of joy. So, this is what it was all about. This is why men play football and basketball. This is the reward for working hard in the gym. Well, since I have years to make up, I better stay in the gym, and search out my next conquest.

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This is my first published piece; so far, I’ve written the first ten chapters and will release the others once I’ve tidied them up. Further chapters are in my head, waiting to be put to ‘paper’. The initial three chapters will introduce the characters, and no intimacy will happen until chapter four, when they are over eighteen. The series will include first-time and group sex but also includes mentions of suicide and attempted rape in later chapters; if that upsets you, I suggest you don’t start.

Many thanks to Neuroparenthetical for advice and guidance in editing this first chapter.

Chapter 1

It was September 2008 and my first day of term in a new school; this was my final year of GCSEs. It was not a great time to change, but my parents had changed jobs after my dad’s previous company made him redundant after ten years of service. We’d moved from a small village in Shropshire near the English / Welsh border to Totton, just outside of Southampton on the South coast of England.

The syllabus of my new school was very similar to what I had been studying, and I could continue the same subjects, so that didn’t worry me. I would miss my friends, particularly Craig, my longest and best friend. We both played World of Warcraft online, so we would keep in touch while playing, but we obviously wouldn’t be able to hike and cycle on weekends. One thing I was pleased about, which led to my parents looking for new jobs here, was that the city had an excellent dojo for judo and taekwondo.

My two main priorities growing up were grades at school and fitness. Grades because I wanted to get to a good university to study computing. I didn’t know precisely what field, but I enjoyed all aspects of computing and knew it would be a good career choice. Fitness because my main passion was martial arts.

My dad’s brother, Tom, introduced me to taekwondo when I was six, and I soon took to it. My father, Keith, was five years younger than his brother and was a former Royal Marine Commando, leaving as a Captain when I was eight. It was his idea to introduce me to judo when he left, and again, I loved it. I think taekwondo and judo’s discipline, respect and challenge struck a chord.

It was a beautiful summer’s day in September, around eight in the morning, as I left home to walk to my new school for the first time. It was only about a two-mile walk. I figured I’d probably start cycling at some point, but I felt I needed the extra time that day to mentally prepare myself to meet my new teachers and fellow students. I’d been at the same junior and secondary school since I was five, so I suppose I was slightly apprehensive.

I walked down our street and turned left past some local convenience stores and a Tesco metro and then into the school grounds. Kids of all ages were chatting, catching up on what they had been up to on their holidays or playing football. I went into the reception to get my timetable and introduce myself. They were expecting me, and the lady behind the desk gave me my updated class schedule and explained where the classrooms were.

I went outside and sat on a bench near some girls who looked like they were also year 11s. There were three of them, and they seemed to be chatting about where they had been on holiday over the summer (two went to France and the other Scotland, as far as I could work out).

I noticed a group of ‘lads’ crowding around one boy; I had a fair idea of what was happening but didn’t want to jump to conclusions or get in trouble on my first day, so I just watched for a while. I hated bullies and, at my previous school, had made it abundantly clear what I thought of it to anyone who went down that route.

After I’d achieved a black belt in both judo and taekwondo, a couple of the thugs tried to rough me up after I stopped them from making a classmate of mine’s life a misery. It didn’t end up well for either of them, made worse as it was in front of about 20 other kids; bullying virtually stopped at school soon after. A few teachers worked out what was happening and seemed delighted but never actually brought it up. Subsequently, if anyone felt threatened, they seemed to come to me, and I’d then have a private chat with the culprit about the error of their ways and how it would be better to make different life choices. After that first time, a chat was all that was ever required.

The bell rang, meaning it was time to go to our forms. At the start of each day, we had fifteen minutes with our form teacher before going separate ways to our various classes. My form teacher was Mr Okoru, who I think did PE, he certainly looked very sporty. He welcomed us all back for the start of the new school year and stressed the importance of working hard. We’d all be taking our GCSE exams in May and June, which would be crucial, especially if we wanted to study ‘A’ levels and then go to university. I was taking ten GCSEs, so I knew I would have to work hard. Still, in seven years, I’ll be finished at university! sefaköy escort Shit, seven more years of studying; that’s nearly half my life up to now! I was sure it would fly by; adults kept telling us this was the best years of our lives, but I wasn’t sure I believed them.

Mr Okoru finished his pep talk and then explained to the class that we had a new starter (as if anyone hadn’t noticed me) and asked me to stand up and introduce myself.

I stood up and started. “Hi everyone, my name is David Wilshire. I was born and raised in Shropshire, and we moved here over the summer after my parents got new jobs. I intend to go to university after A levels and study Computer Science, as I want to be a programmer, but who knows what I’ll want to be in six years?

My hobbies are gaming when I have the time, particularly World of Warcraft, and running and cycling to keep fit. I’m also a black belt in judo and taekwondo, and my dream is to represent Great Britain at the youth Olympics in Singapore in eighteen months and then the London Olympics in three and a half years.”

I sat down, and Mr Okoru said. “Thank you, David; I run a jujitsu school here in Totton on a Wednesday night if you are ever interested in learning a new discipline.”

“I might try that.” I replied, “It depends if I can fit it in. I’ll be training twice a week in judo and taekwondo in a dojo in Southampton, but until we get closer to exams, I should be able to attend most weeks.”

“I think you have PE with me after lunch today, don’t you?” he asked. “Could you do a demonstration of some moves before we start? It would be a fun way to start the term.”

“Yes, I’ve got PE this afternoon. I don’t mind showing you if you want.”

The bell rang, so we headed to our first class. Mine was maths followed by physics, which were both fine. We then had a short break, and I sought out the boy who had been surrounded that morning. He had been in my maths and physics classes, so I’d already spoken briefly to him. We chatted, and I learned his name was Dafydd and that he had a twin sister named Isolde. Their parents were Welsh and wanted them to have traditional names. He told me about the various teachers and some of the other kids, and we got on very well. The break was soon over, so we agreed to meet for lunch, and I headed off for French, followed by history.

I enjoyed languages. We often went camping around Europe for our summer holidays, so knowing some – even just a little – came in handy. My mother was Swedish, so I’d learned that growing up and seemed to pick up other languages without much effort. Along with French, I was also studying Spanish for GCSE.

I got my looks from my mother’s side; like her, I had blond hair, blue eyes, and a light complexion, although I tanned reasonably quickly rather than burned. I was tall, like my parents – already six feet by then, but I thought I still had a few more inches to grow.

The French lesson was excellent. Our teacher was a French lady, so I was confident we would learn the correct pronunciation and grammar. My previous French teacher had been from Birmingham, so they had a very odd accent; if you’ve ever heard a broad Brumie accent, ‘odd’ doesn’t even begin to describe it! History was good; they covered the same periods we had at my last school, so I wouldn’t have to learn new things.

Next was lunch. I headed to the canteen and met Dafydd, and we joined the long queue. The choice was quite good. I chose pasta with some bolognese, and Dafydd had sausages and chips with beans. We sat down with some girls, and he introduced me. One of them was his sister. She was a typically Celtic girl, with long, red hair and green eyes, and looked very well put together. With her were three other pretty girls: Lisa, a skinny blonde; Claire, a brunette with hair down to her mid back; and Lucy, with black hair that just reached her shoulders. Dafydd obviously knew them well, and I was pleased my circle of acquaintances was growing.

After introductions, the girls went back to talking together. I thought Dafydd sat with them to avoid the group surrounding him that morning. We got to learn a bit more about each other. He also liked World of Warcraft – which everyone in the know called ‘wow’- so we talked about the dungeons and raids and were both excited about the rumoured new expansion that might be out before Christmas. Just then, Head Goon 1 (I didn’t yet know his name, but he seemed to fit the description) came over with his followers and started bad-mouthing Dafydd, calling him Daffy Duck and sheep shagger, ruffling his hair, and generally acting like an arsehole.

I got up and turned to them. “Back off, turn around, and return to the hole you came from. Do not intimidate, touch or talk to my friend again — or be an arsehole to anyone else, either, for that matter. It pisses me off.” I looked directly into his eyes as I spoke to him. He didn’t seem pleased someone beykent escort had stood up to him. It must have been a new experience, and he was temporarily lost for words.

Not for long, though. “After school, I’ll teach you a lesson!” he said, his goon squad of four other knuckle-draggers grinning behind him.

“I’m not going to start a fight with anyone,” I said, “but I’ll certainly defend myself. I suggest you have a good think — if you’re capable of that — this afternoon and reconsider. You don’t intimidate me, and neither do that lot.”

“Later, then,” he said with a smile. “I’m looking forward to it!” With that, they left to go and do whatever lowlifes like them get up to when not choosing prey.

The girls had heard the exchange, and Lisa, looking worried, said, “That wasn’t wise. Wayne won’t fight fair. His gang will join in as well. There’s a back gate from school. You’d better leave that way this afternoon.”

I replied, “Don’t worry; I think he’ll change his mind by the end of the day. Our whole year level has PE this afternoon, doesn’t it?” She nodded, so I continued. “Make sure you are all on time, and you’ll see why. Mr Okoru has asked me to do a demonstration for everyone before it starts.” I got confused looks from them all. “All will become clear later. If Wayne still wants to start something, he’s even stupider than he looks.” With that, I winked at the girls and left to see if I could find Mr Okoru to have a quick chat.

I found him, as expected, in the sports hall, getting some things ready for the afternoon session with us year elevens. I explained what had transpired at lunch. He knew Wayne was known for bullying other kids and would call him to the head’s office. I told him my plan, as I thought it was a better way of defusing the situation. He listened, smiled and then – thankfully — agreed. When the lesson started, he would tell the whole year about my background. I was a black belt in judo and taekwondo, had represented Great Britain in some European events — even medalling a few times — and was aiming to attend the Youth Olympics in Singapore in the summer of 2010.

I explained what moves I was thinking of performing, and he asked me to do a quick demo so he would know what to expect. I changed into shorts and a T-shirt and came out carrying my trainers. Another PE teacher had arrived to help Mr Okoru. Her name was Miss White, and she stood at the side to watch. I thought I’d seen she was the Deputy Head but wasn’t sure.

I started doing some standing kicks, did a slow standing split, and held my leg vertically above me for 10 seconds, motionless. I then proceeded to do some jumping kicks, including some backward ones, finishing off by jumping and whipping my leg well over six feet up in the air. I explained that I usually hung a small ball on some string from a frame, so the ball was about six feet and three inches above the ground. Miss White stared with open mouth at the demonstration.

“They’re going to love this,” she said, “especially some girls!” She was laughing as she added that final thought.

“How accurate and confident are you in that last kick?” Mr Okoru said.

“I never miss, why?” I replied.

“How about I put something on my head, and you kick it off?”

“Fine by me if you trust me enough. If line up right, I could kick it straight at a certain point….” I winked at him, hoping he understood my meaning.

“How far would it go?” he asked.

“15 – 20 meters, probably. I’d ensure it didn’t hit anything important if you follow me…”

“We’ll do that then,” he said with a smile. I’ll go and get something.”

“You could mention you’d let me show them breaking concrete breeze blocks with my hands and feet if you had any, which might resonate with certain parties?”

He smiled again. “I think you’re going to be a good influence on this year group!” With that, he finally left to go and find something for me to kick.

Miss White raised an eyebrow at me. “I think I’m missing something, aren’t I?”

“Perhaps you’ll have to ask Mr Okoru later to see if that’s the case,” I responded cryptically.

We went outside as the other year elevens started turning up, the girls to one side and the boys to the other. They usually would then split into those doing football and those doing athletics (mainly running at this stage of the term). Mr Okoru explained to those not in his form that I was a new student at the school and would give them a demonstration of my skills. Wayne and his cronies were quietly laughing to one side, and one of his mates drew his hand across his throat, tritely indicating my later demise.

I took off my T-shirt. I could tell you it was just for Wayne and his mates so that they might have some doubts and would start reconsidering their plans, but I was a teenage boy, and I was a bit vain. I didn’t mind the idea of the girls checking me out, too, and maybe making some kayaşehir escort plans. I think Mr Okoru knew my intentions were completely impure, but he didn’t comment. Looking towards Isolde and her friends, I saw them staring open-mouthed at me. Smiling, I started my demo: the standing splits were followed by several kicks and hand strikes. I made sure to put lots of effort and noise into each one. Well, Wayne, how would you like to be on the end of this, this, or this? Getting near the end, I could see him starting to look worried. His mates were just about shitting themselves. Just before the finale, I made sure I was all lined up. Mr Okoru had put a rubber ball carefully on his head and stood with his eyes closed — I assumed so he didn’t flinch. I didn’t blame him; someone he didn’t know was about to kick seven shades of shit out of something close to his bonce, but, as a jujitsu instructor, he recognised me as someone who knew what they were doing.

I was facing away from him when I leapt up and spun swiftly around, my right foot whipping faster than most of the audience could see, straight towards his head. No one had noticed the ball yet, as all eyes had been on me. Some girls screamed, and the teachers, apart from Miss White, started running towards me, thinking I’d gone mad. My foot connected with the ball, sending it straight towards Wayne, clearing his head about three inches. He was standing at least fifteen meters from me. I finished my spin and noticed Mr Okoru had opened his eyes. I stood still and then calmly bowed to him to indicate I was finished.

“Thank you for that excellent demonstration, David,” he said, looking particularly towards Wayne. “I’m sure we were ALL very impressed with your skills.” I don’t know how, as he had pale skin anyway, but Wayne was looking almost see-through by then.

Mr Okoru, I think, was enjoying himself almost as much as I was, so he piled it on, just like we’d discussed.

“David had asked me if we had any concrete blocks so he could show us how he can break them with his bare hands and feet,” he continued, “but unfortunately, we don’t, and I expect it breaks some health and safety rules somewhere.”

With that, I slowly put on my t-shirt, ensuring the girls all saw me do it. We then split up, with some going off to do football. I stayed with the rest to do some running.

The rest of the afternoon was quiet. Now and then, I looked over to those playing football. If Wayne or his mates saw me looking, they quickly turned away. I decided they were all really, really bad at football, or their minds weren’t on it for some reason. I wondered if that should be ‘mind,’ singular, as I’m not sure they each had one. Whenever the ball came to one of them, their passes never went close to a teammate. The others on their team all looked like they wanted to say something, but all kept quiet, probably fearing some after-match retribution.

The track half of us finished just before the footie lot did, and I made a beeline to intercept Wayne and one of his crowd.

“Hi, Wayne!” I said. “I hope we’re still meeting after school?”

“Err, no, you’re okay,” he replied. “I need to be somewhere; I forgot earlier.”

“No, we still need to meet up; I assume you’re fine with just a quick chat and only a chat?” I emphasised ‘chat.’ “It’s important. I won’t keep you long, and you can bring as many of your mates as you want if you’d feel more comfortable?” I smiled gently at him. I didn’t feel the need to humiliate him.

“Um, yeah, okay. I’m sure I can spare a couple of minutes if it’s important.”

We entered the changing room, and you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. I gently patted him on the back. “See you in a few minutes then; I appreciate it.” Those closest to us didn’t understand the exchange or why I was being pally with him.

I showered and went to stand near the gates. Dafydd, Isolde and her friends from earlier saw me and came over to chat. The girls were making eyes at me and touching their hair like girls do when trying to make you notice them. I felt eight feet tall, and it would be a good year. Just then, Wayne came out with three of his mates.

“One second, Dafydd, ladies,” I said. “I just want a quick chat with Wayne.”

Wayne and I moved to the side, and he started. “Look, I’m sorry we got off on the wrong foot earlier. It was just an honest misunderstanding. Are we good?”

“Well, that depends, Wayne,” I said softly but sternly. “You see, the thing is, I despise bullies. I don’t know you personally yet, but I know your type. If you can promise me there will be no more intimidation of ANYONE here at school, we’ll get along just great. It would be best if you found a new hobby. Mr Okoru runs a jujitsu class here in Totton. Why don’t some of you try that? It would be an outlet for your aggression and excess energy and teach you self-respect and discipline, amongst other things. I’m thinking of going along this Wednesday. Want to join me and see what it’s all about?”

“Err, err, I, um, I’d have to check with my Dad if he will let me, but I could try, yes. As long as we’re, you know, good now?” He looked pleadingly at me.

“I don’t see why not; we understand each other now, don’t we?”

“Oh yes, definitely!” he responded hurriedly. “I understand you perfectly!”

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Influencer.

How do you become an Influencer?

Must be morning the room was bright, barefooted I struggled to find the bathroom, consequences of last night. On the way back I paused at the door looking over a disheveled bed wondering; how the hell did all this happen?

It started when my cousin Alan from Toronto visited. Ironically we shared the same name and birthday except, I was 20 he was 21, we also looked alike, five ten, slim, blond but he was confident I’m reserved. We shared my bedroom, as he came over on the red eye by evening was not completely with it courtesy of jet lag. Insisted he chat on his private group, I had quite a nice set up, three cameras, microphones, lights, large screen the full works. He asked me to log him into a web group I had never heard off; took a few minutes.

Their were six guys and three girls all sitting or standing; naked. Thinking I had logged into the wrong group turned to Alan standing behind me, he was naked too with his hands on my shoulders. He did the introductions suggesting I strip off too as did his group in unison. I had been to naked parties before so joined in; call ending when its time slot expired.

Alan explained it was his gay College group. This was when I found out Alan was gay, although I had suspected something for a while after we started video chatting. We were now sitting together naked on the edge of my bed, Alan logged on to another site. It was explicit with two guys jerking off.

He put his arm around my shoulder lifting my arm around his shoulder, he started to jerk off inviting me to do the same. I didn’t know it at the time the gummies he gave me made me open to suggestive influences, I joined in until we raced each other to a climax. Next morning we awoke naked spooning each other. That’s when I found out it all had been streamed live, including us spooning and been archived on a pay as you view site. Hits were now in the thousands and rising, Alan had a number of suggestive messages tags too.

We visited relatives over the next few days, as one does. Alan had organised something through his and my Student Union, it was at a questionable club downtown where he met up with gay web acquaintances in person, I also knew a few from my College. It didn’t take long before Alan was involved with someone, one of my year student friends Harry had latched on to me thinking I was gay. I liked him but wasn’t that way inclined we were both socially reserved. Harry saw this as a sort of coming-out inspired by what he saw me do on the web.

We sat with beers like tailor dummies, I took the initiative and gave Harry some of Alan’s gummies. It didn’t take long before we were up on the dance floor, shirts off like everyone else, arms flaying and body rubbing. Whatever reservations we had, were gone ending up in a dark room alcove giving each other messy blow jobs, my first.

As arranged Alan met us back in the bar area, he had been invited to the Halls of Residence for an overnighter with his new friend, could we cover for him. Harry said “yes.” I ended staying in Harry’s room that night, only real sexual experience I had was with some privately educated girls on a birthday party bus.

I had done some life modeling and being body painted during my first year for the Art faculty, mainly posing wearing speedos or thongs along with Phil and Tash, two art students, we became known as the three flashateers.

Phil managed to get us a well paid private gig on a double decked Party Bus, downstairs was a bar and disco upstairs we posed as partiers sketched us. After we finished Phil was approached by the organiser asking could we entertain the three birthday girls, we knew what she meant. They had been pill popping all night and had taken bets they could each bang all the ‘flashateers’ upstairs, we weren’t meant to know that but were rather loud and boisterous arranging it. As we were all to be naked popped some of their pills.

Tash was on first it was the first time I was present as two girls fingered and kissed each other, Phil openly gay was the novelty act, he gave a show and a half contorting all over the place with his equally extrovert partner.

I was last, it was actually my first time, laying back on a bench seat a tall blond rode me cowgirl style with flaying arms, screaming as she bonked the hell out of me until I exploded all over us. We each did it three times including a kababbing. My last time was with a mousy type character who wanted it back door style, also my first time but it went remarkably well, blasting her at the right moment. The organiser filmed it for them, my introduction to the privately educated privileged merter escort class.

Harry draped face down over the edge of the bed as I banged him, bit of prodding and pushing but it worked, his groaning soon became a reassuring purr. I blasted him, my first time with a guy, enjoyed the buildup and the wonderful oozing feeling as it drained away.

Harry’s was more adventurists, had me on my back, legs wide open missionary style as he came in, my first time as a recipient, slowly, carefully. I could feel it inch-in by inch-in until it touched, copiously repeating it until we were both contorting together racing to ecstasy. When it came, clearly, he had been saving it up for a while as he blasted in and over us.

I challenged him he was so good it wasn’t his first time.

“No it wasn’t; in my freshers’ year I couldn’t manage my finances, literally at one time had no money or food for three days. I was propositioned by a guy, just outside my Hall of Residence, in his late sixties, to go back to his hotel, he even had a walking stick and would make it worth my while. No choice, gave me my first blow job, I really liked it, asked me to bang him but could see I didn’t know what to do. He talked me through it until I blasted him, not eaten for almost three days I was exhausted. Concerned asked me why; I told him. We talked, he was now alone visiting an old army friend in a home, I really felt sorry for him.

He asked me to stay the night and have a complimentary breakfast in the morning, about eleven we went back upstairs, enjoyed round two in the morning we enjoyed round three and a eat as much as you want breakfast; and paid me.

Not only did we meet regularly he gave my number to a few of his friends who were looking for company. That helped tide me over and I managed to get a supermarket evening shelf filling job. You were the first person I did it with for myself.”

I didn’t know what to say other than; “You were the first guy I did it with but I don’t know if I could do it for money, always wondered what it would be like though.”

I met Alan in reception, got our story together ‘Student pub crawl, slept on the floor’ age old cover story nobody actually believes. A few days later Alan and his new friend were going, as guests, to another overnighter at a well-known city sauna. I phoned Harry, explained what Alan was doing and asked what he was doing tonight.

“I have been invited to entertain someone and to bring along someone for his friend; interested?”

We waited in the Holiday Inn bar, two guys came across, one knew Harry who did all the introductions. They were two businessmen, Harry’s was the boss, his underling and I were his cover story. A meal and a few drinks later Harry and his friend went upstairs, I was left with Ian who explained he had never done it before but has to to keep his job; next round off redundancies were about to be announced; asked.

“Would I show him what to do as tomorrow he would have to do it with his boss who had booked a double bedded room for them.”

We went up to his bedroom he stood their like a tailors dummy, I gave him a handful of gummies and a ‘trust me’ smile. Harry had shown me earlier, now I was showing Ian how to undress to keep his boss happy. Slowly strip one button at a time until you have him interested, help him undress but be naked first after dropping a pair of kinky knickers, which you should be wearing as a leave behind trophy.

Ian, no longer nervous became excited and amorous, courtesy of the gummies. Lay on his back like I told him offering a choice menu to the Dom. We switched over, he was now the Dom I talked him through it until he blasted me, we did it all again with me as Dom. In the morning rehearsed it again.

Harry had also tutored his friend on what he should expect by example. A few weeks later I receive a call from Ian, he wasn’t made redundant and had become his bosses private assistant travelling all over with him. Both entertaining clients from time to time.

Alan enjoyed his overnighter at the sauna, when Harry told him we got paid, this was added to his bucket to do list. He didn’t have to ponder over it for long, Harry’s phone call to one of his regulars put an end to the speculation. A few days he later he flew back to Toronto.

Harry and I started a lucrative arrangement after a while I wanted to call it a day. Harry said we can’t as he had posted intimate photographs of us on an agency web site as being available sales ‘Influencers.’ It also helped me get my business degree in sales psychology. I also struck up an intimate open web friendship with Cassy from Alan’s private bağcılar escort chat group, she was a sales Influencer too and was instrumental in talking me into doing it.

A few months later I flew out to Toronto on the red eye to visit Alan, what’s more without asking I had been upgraded to Business Class at check in; found out later Cassy had influenced my upgrade. It was a vast improvement from the cattle class I was used to, Stevie who was sitting beside me introduced himself as a Digital Creator and nervous flyer.

He asked me to swap seats I was now sitting at the window he had the middle seat, third vacant. The plane lunged as it started its push back, he grabbed my hand, reaching up switching on one of those pen cameras wedged between the seats in front of us. He was doing a digital creation of a nervous flyer asked me if it was ok; “Yes.”

Nervously he unbuttoned his shirt exposing his tanned smooth chest; asked would I unbutton my shirt too? In for a penny in for a pound as the plane bumbled down the taxiway he pulled my and his shirt wide open.

The engines spun up as we pirouetted onto the runway intimately pressing us together, his arm slid round my back and up inside my shirt, lifted my hand over inviting me to rub his six pack as the plane thundered down the runway. It was my first time taking off with a hard-on while rubbing a warm vibrating six pact. Being in the last row of seats were out of sight of any passengers or flight attendants.

We had been chatting for a few hours as we approached take off time, midnight, and were well and truly engrossed sharing each other’s intimate relationships. Stevie said; “follow me I had a word with one of the nice flight attendants.”

Their was an empty luggage cabin near the front which we slipped into and locked shut, its bright lights still on his pen camera pinned to the wall, we totally stripped, apparently part of the criteria off joining the mile high club, twice, before we discreetly returned to our seats. Later as we landed gave each other a hand jobs under complimentary blankets. Stevie a few days later sent me links of our transatlantic flight, digital creation.

Alan’s family had a large house with pool, this time I had my own room, halfway through the first night Alan came in and climbed in naked behind me. I challenged him, what would his parents think, he wasn’t concerned he had told his parents we had been banging each other.

In the morning we went out to the ‘Bloggers’ for breakfast where Cassy worked as an Influencer. Like Stevie their Asian looks really turned me on and her long thin legs as she came up to our table wearing very tight white mini shorts, trainers and topless, sat beside me asked “could we blog together.” She removed my tee shirt put her arm round me started rubbing me with her rock hard nipples, internet camera on a table stand and said.

“After an all-nighter we come to ‘Joes Coffee’ for his famous Joes double expresso to reenergise you for your next round of sex.”

“Are you going to edit it first?”

“No it went out live and will be repeated twice an hour, follow me I will show you one of our blogger studios.”

There were six glass fronted blogging studios. Studio 1 had a naked yoga instructor contorting as she streamed live. We went into studio 6 where Cassy pulled down her shorts, her pussy was looking at me pulsating, I was throbbing and rock hard when she pulled my shorts down. The internet camera was pointing at us as she propped herself up on a desk, legs wide open rubbing cream on both of us, instantly we were on fire and throbbing, she pulled us together we kept going unrepentantly until we climaxed; as she said.

“This is the instant thrill you get with ‘firewall’ and you don’t need rubbers, its safe.”

“Did that go out too?”

“Yes it’s as a follow on.”

Bit stage strucked we dressed and went out on to the patio, Cassy had some more blogging interviews to do with the clientele. I wandered around aimlessly in the sun until I was interrupted by someone asking.

“Is it you that’s been having a web relationship with Cassy, I have been following your blog’s for the past few months, does that ‘firewall’ cream really work?”

Others gathered around to hear my answer. I was trying to extract myself from my new found fame, my rescuer, was a smartly dressed Japanese businessman who introduced himself.

“I believe we have met before my name is Haru Katsumi, I know your Canadian cousin Alan and his family, you are remarkable alike. I liked your blogs and still have your trophy kinky knickers.”

Instantly halkalı escort I remembered him, one of Harry’s introductions, who unknowingly featured in my business degree sales psychology thesis; not by name though.

“Yes I remember we had an endearing time together in the Eucalyptus Club with Giuseppe and Ken.”

“I would like you, in your new role as a sales influencer, help me close a lucrative contract for my and Alan’s father’s company. Naturally I would make it worth your while, are you available? Also I would like Cassy to be their in a slightly different role which she is amenable to.”

We arrived at the Chelsea Hotel in downtown Toronto with its 24 floors, 1600 rooms and apartments where we met in Haru’s private apartment, which was luxurious with a fantastic view over the Lake. I was introduced to a Senator Gregory Hargreaves who I was to assist in clarifying any issues he had prior to signing the contract. Haru and Cassy had to leave to finalise other lesser details.

Gregory over six two with an impressive muscular build, jet black hair, early fifties, soft spoken with a touch of a slow southern drawl. In the lounge area with its large panoramic window invited me to undress, by sweeping his arms mimicking undressing. Slowly I walked around the room letting my shoes tumbled nosily to the floor one at a time, unbuttoned my silk torso hugging shirt one button at a time as I walked round him for a second time, once I had his exclusive attention I let my shirt fall onto the thick pile carpet.

I withdrew my red trouser belt letting it fall with a distinctive sound of its steel buckle hitting a table leg. His attention was now exclusively on me waiting to inspect my menu of what was on offer. My loose fitting silk trousers dropped silently without hesitation onto the floor, my erotic frilly knickers captured his unwavering attention.

I stepped over slowly unbuttoned his shirt, our eyes remained locked attentively even his falling shirt did not distract him. His belt was tight as I pulled it free our naked torso’s touched and rubbed enticingly, his arms to reach round allowing his hands to explore inside my knickers. I slid his trousers down as he claimed his trophy knickers from me.

Naked we stood their frotting and body rubbing each other until we were fully erect and aroused. Slowly I sat down on the edge of the couch drawing Gregory down with me, my legs providing a wide open invitation. Clumsily at first becoming a finesse choreographed art of undulating dance, I started the duet of groans and moans he joined in, both of us harmonizing to the undulations of sexual exertion. Accelerating he climaxed with a volcanic eruption over the both of us.

We sat their still erotically touching each other as we watched the sun go down over the lakes, not wanting his attention to drift I took him by the hand into the bedroom with its bright overhead lights. A Joe’s double expresso’s had reinvigorated both of us, I lay back on the bed with a raging firewall enhanced pulsating hard-on, I placed Gregory’s hand on it. Clearly he was used to doing this, kneeling over me and sitting on my legs gave me the best hand job ever, my groaning reached a crescendo until it was my turn to erupt like a volcano over both of us.

We lay their embracing each other arm in arm as we fondled each other until we were ready to undertake another exhilarating experience. Gregory lay back missionary style offering himself, Joe’s double expresso’s and firewall cream had given us the fuel to enjoy yet another one of life’s experiences. I remembered Haru’s advice good things should be slowly savored and not be rushed, no harmonizing moans and groans this time just a long slow purring. The lights were adding to the heat of our exertions when it happened was a long slow encore to an otherwise athletic day.

We lay their embracing each other until what must be morning as the room was bright, barefooted I struggled quickly to find the bathroom, consequences of last night’s frolics. On the way back I stopped at the door looking over a disheveled bed with someone naked on it wondering; how the hell did this happen. I looked up at the concealed cameras and the bright lights knowing everything in the bedroom and lounge had been recorded for future business prosperity and harmony.

Gregory stirred, arm out inviting me back, if he knew didn’t care. That morning I learnt the Texas way, cowboy style. Something I would have to share with Harry, hopefully Cassy, perhaps not cousin Alan.

On the red eye back Cassy was with me, Haru had arranged a double sleeper cabin for us as a thank you. Cassy placed her internet camera on a table stand and said as she zipped down her sleep suit exposing her naked body and trophy frilly knickers for me; asked;

“Want to join the mile high club Texas style with me?”

For the web camera we waited for turbulence for added affect to our mile high climax which was entheausticly received by her blogging fraternity.

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Yesterday started like a normal day. I went to work talked to Sir & hubby off & on all day. Left work & headed home.

Once home hubby asked if I was hungry, like normal I said I wasn’t. Next thing out of hubbys mouth was him telling me to take a shower. What! Wait a min! He never asks me to shower. I ask if I smell or something. He states we’re going to see Daddy. I tell hubby to stop fucking with me. Earlier in the day Daddy said he was still in Texas. Hubby shows me the few text msgs he had with Daddy but Daddy keeps playing he is in Texas.

Hubby drives me to meet Daddy. The whole drive we talk off & on. My mind races with all kinds of thoughts. Daddy is also texting making sure I’m doing ok, what I am thinking. I worry about my Inspection, did I triple check that I took care of everything he had stated in his story.

Daddy asks how much longer till we get to the meeting place that was agreed upon.

We arrive at a private gated park. There are already a couple of trucks parked. I look at Hubby wondering why there are 2 trucks already there parked. Within a few moments a black suburban with jet black tint pulls up. A tall broad shoulder man steps out of the suburban and starts walk to my car. I look at hubby, he grins & says I’m in trouble now. It’s Daddy I’m quite amazed that his pictures don’t do him justice. He states he needs to find the people that own the trucks parked & get them çapa escort to leave. This only takes a few mins. The boys who have the trucks see the black suburban & return to their trucks to leave. They were fishing.

Once again Daddy comes to my side of my car to act like we were also not supposed to be there either but sticks his in the window to hubby that he’s opening the gate. Instructs us to follow the road all the way down the road to the end. Daddy will be there shortly. He then slips his hand in my dress to feel my breast & nipple.

We all park at the end of the road. Before hubby can get out of the car, Daddy has my car door open and helping me out. I stand before Daddy. I feel so little compared to Him. Daddy is so much taller than me & amazingly handsome. He hugs & kisses me deeply as I feel his tongue in my mouth.

He leads hubby & I to the end of a path to a pavilion where there are some park benches.

When we arrive at the benches Dady wants to see & inspects me. He tells me to stand in-front of him with my back towards & to lift my dress. He’s making sure I wore the panties he instructed. I’m asked what my punishment number is. I answer 8 Sir! Daddy instructs me to bend over placing my hands on the bench before me. He asks if I am prepared for my punishment, which is 8 spankings on my ass. I feel & hear his hand spank my ass cheek, fatih escort I gasp then another one. Crack is all I hear. With every spanking he rubs my ass cheek taking the sting of the slap away. He growls asking what number he is on, I state 2 Sir. Sir begins with 3,4 & 5. Once again he growls asking what number is he on. I say 5 but I think it’s 4. At this point I could give to shits about the number. I just want Daddy to spank me more. I was so afraid of him spanking me all week. Now after receiving 8, I just want to be bound & blindfolded for him to spank me more.

At this point I’m puddy, I just want to feel him finger my pussy, I want to taste his hard cock & want him to fuck me in cunt or ass. Preferably both.

As the visit goes on Daddy reminds me of the punishment for shaving without asking. He asks if slapping my cunt will be the correct punishment & I answer yes. Each slap brings pain but also makes me wet.

I am loosing the order things happen now. I have had Daddy’s hard cock fucking my mouth & told several times to watch my teeth. Though at no point being told that, did I think I ever did. I was grateful that Daddy didn’t slap my face for that either. He had every right to punish me for it.

Several times I lost my grip on the park bench as Daddy fucked my cunt & ass. His thrusts caused me to lose my balance and I would go down fındıkzade escort to my knees, causing Daddy to collapse on me. The shame I felt for this was awful & if Daddy felt I should be punished I would have fully accepted it.

Daddy was so kind. Making me sit &!calming my breathing. He made sure that I was ok before we started again. His hugs were amazing like a giant teddy bear just holding me.

Daddy played me like a fiddle he knew each string to pull to make my body react like he wanted it to. I have never had that many orgasms it that short of a time. I’ve been asked throughout my life if I was a gusher or a squirter. I always would say I was more of a gusher. Well I guess I’m a squirter cause that’s what Daddy caused multiple times.

I knew that it was getting late. What I thought was an hour was going onto 2 hrs. I knew Daddy had not cummed & before I left I owed him that. I started to play with his cock massaging it to get hard. Daddy warned he was going to fuck my month again if I got it hard. I didn’t stop & ended up taking his hard cock in my mouth as he shoved the tip of his cock to the back of my throat. He growled for me to stand up quickly, turn my backside towards him & bend over. I felt him shove his hard cock in my already swollen pussy. Daddy thrusted his cock harder and faster against me. I heard him ask if was ready for him to release his warm cum in my swollen pussy. I told Daddy I needed his cum to fill my cunt. He released inside me.

As soon as he pulled out of me, I turned and took he cock in my mouth tasting our fluids. I sucked Daddys cock dry and continued to suck just the end of his cock knowing how sensitive it is. Daddy growled for me to stop. I tried again & was told No.

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03) READY, FIRE, AIM

The one where Tara helps Damian with perspective. And manhood.

Damian continues his therapy to recover from his Dominatrix wife’s brutal, traumatizing attack when she demanded a divorce publicly. He’s relearning to build his sense of sexuality and manhood with an unconventional Alt sex therapist.

Oh, I’m struggling. I’m struggling with my feelings.

A tall, tight blonde walks by in her form-fitting gym clothes on the way to another machine and I don’t even know what to think. I just have to pump this iron.

I replay the conversation with Anne yesterday. Reviewing my “date” with Tara was mind-blowing. Tara was able to take away in one brief session so much of the anxiety that I’d been nurturing. It’s been like I was purposely growing weeds in the garden. Yes, Anne can tell me and that talks to my brain. But Tara shows me and that talks to my soul. I learn by doing.

The first thing that shook me in the conversation is when Anne just dropped “PTSD” into the conversation like it was already a given. I’d thought that that was all about returning Vietnam vets, but she explained that trauma is trauma and that’s what I was going through. And then she looked at me intently and told me how many PTSD suffering vets ended their pain the easy way and that’s why she’d taken me so seriously back when I ‘had’ a gun. (She still thinks that’s a past-tense, thankfully, and I tried not to give away my secret with my eyes.) She says it like an apology. I think she’s accepted my deception – that I wasn’t really going to do it. But I may yet.

The TV monitors on the wall of the gym all blare for a moment – apparently, someone accidentally turned on the volume and quickly turned it off.

I related to Anne how I was feeling during the encounter and get to the unfamiliar reaction to Tara’s playful ass-smacks, the feeling of being objectified and ordered, controlled… and that I kinda liked it and found comfort in it. Anne seemed to lean into the conversation more when I said that. She drew it out of me and I confessed to my titillation and curiosity in the ways of domination, swearing her to secrecy. She reassured me that what happened with her stayed with her and then we opened a whole new conversation. I don’t exactly know how she got through that wall with me, but Tara made it possible.

She pointed out that to do her dissertation on aberrant BDSM behaviors, that she needed to learn a lot about healthy ones. And she reassured me that there could be healthy ones. To be honest, that rankled me a little – thinking always about Cassie’s dalliances and how much I feared for our boys. We talked about what was healthy. And my responses.

She went through a long list of questions with me and said that she’d rate me sixty five percent dominant and thirty five percent submissive. Sticking her pen in her mouth she shrugged and said “That makes you a ‘switch'”, but had to explain the term to me. I was really curious why she even did that.

I guess I need to read up on this, I thought.

CLANG! Some lunk grunts and dropped his barbell.

She explained that my submissive side was from my emotional intelligence: that I was in tune with the person I was with and just wanted to make her happy. Then she blew me away by saying that’s what “will” (what? she said “will” like it was a foregone conclusion?) …what will also make me a good dominant.

I protested that I didn’t plan to go into the lifestyle, just understand it and she smiled knowingly. “Damian, you said it yourself. You learn by doing. But at the end of the day, it’s all about choices and you get to make your own.”

“But let’s explore that: you’ve said that before this thing with your wife, you were always a ‘man’s man’ in bed. Describe that.”

There’s a lot of noise as a Zumba class lets out from the exercise room and people are walking down the hall.

“Um… well… taking control. Making her feel protected by someone unconditionally strong. F…fucking her brains out and driving her to orgasms. Taking her like a man does. Making babies.”

“OK, good. But… why?”

That’s a harder question than it sounds. “Because that’s what real men do…?” She looked at me skeptically and it was clear she thought that was a cop-out answer. “OK… because… that’s what women need, right? A feeling of strength and protection. A feeling that they are… stimulating to their man. They need… fuck, I don’t know… they need the role model… An Alpha.”

She took the pen out of her mouth to say, “so… you really acted that way because you thought it was what your wife needed from you…?”

I nodded. That was the right thing to say, wasn’t it? Really, I liked the feeling of doing it for them. I like that they get off: it validates me.

“What did she need?”

That question seemed easy, but again: hard. The more I thought, the more it made me sad. “I don’t know anymore. Something… different, beşiktaş escort maybe?”

“Look, Damian… don’t get me wrong. Your motivations were noble. You were doing it for her. That makes you a helluva guy. Maybe next time, you could to learn how to communicate better about what your next partner really wants and needs. And maybe you could communicate better what you want and need. And to do that, you need to start with communicating to yourself.”

Why does this idiot next to me feel like he has to grunt each time he pulls the weight?

“So, what I’m saying is… maybe macho-man works for some women. Maybe gentle-man works. Maybe sensitive-man works. Maybe… maybe submissive-man works. Maybe dominant-man works. Maybe equal-partner-man works. Or maybe all those guys have to adapt to the situation… what she needs at the time.

“But the important thing goes back to your motivation. You’ve already recognized that you act as you do because you’re trying to meet your partner’s needs. That is so… so… wonderful, Damian. You are the perfect man in this. Maybe it’s just time for you to learn more repertoire in how to do that…?”

So, we tentatively agreed to add light dominance/submission play to my goal list with Tara, but holding it until Anne could teach me more about doing it right. She said it would be good for my recovery: to understand Cassie a bit better will help me toward truly forgive her, freeing me to move on.

She said I’d made great progress with Tara.

I left her office wondering if I would ever be the same man again, still unsure if it was even a thing that I wanted to do… really. But, yeah… I did. I spoke it to the universe and the universe accommodated.

I pack up my stuff, hit the shower and go home.

—

This time, we skip the dinner part and go straight to my place.

“Maybe next time, we’ll do it in the park or something,” Tara teases while awkwardly jumping on one foot trying to get her too-tight jeans off the other one.

When the doorbell rings, she giggles and runs her naked body into the bedroom as I pay the pizza delivery guy with a little extra tip: I am feeling generous.

We eat the pizza, her in the nude chatting away – like her nudity was nothing and we are at a street café somewhere. “I don’t like clothes. They cover the body, but also cover the soul. I am who I am… What you see is what you get and all…” she laughs at her trite repartee and encourages me to try it: “go on, handsome… take off your clothes. I’d love to see you again…”

“Ummmm…” I think awkwardly. After being conditioned conservatively for years by having kids in the house, it felt unnatural to be natural. “Okay, I’m game. You’ve seen it all anyway” as I strip and ultimately pull down my underwear, I remember she hasn’t actually seen it all, but she’s seeing it now: in all its raging glory.

She whistles and asks if she can touch it. I gird myself and nod. She reaches and touches it, gently, reverently. Then she bends over and gives it the gentlest of kisses.

I imagine myself exploding on her face… but that only happens in porn.

She thanks me, whistles again and says, “now, that’s what I’m talking about. When I call you my ‘big boy.'” She turns her head a little to the side and points coquettishly “that’s what I’m talkin’ about.” Then, like a dog distracted by a squirrel, her attention snaps and she devours the pizza on her plate as if she’d been discussing the weather. She’s such a contradiction of on and off. Hot and cold. Invested and detached. Animal and witty intellectual. And I find all of that a major turn-on. We finish and she hands me the massage oil and drags me to the bedroom. “Now you do me. I’ve been looking forward to this all weekend.”

I don’t know what I expected when Anne told me I’d be seeing a sex surrogate, but this was not it. I liked it, but it wasn’t at all what I expected.

She flops on my bed face-down like a child flops in a pool and giggles “do me!”

I laugh and she laughs back. I guess I still expected something more reserved and subdued, but I realize she is very intuitive. She reads me like a book, finds the chapter on “how to break walls” then executes it flawlessly. I’m ensnared.

I start working her shoulders, conscious and slightly embarrassed of my hard-on bouncing off her back. I ask her to give me feedback about what works for her – harder, softer, faster? Just asking the question makes her say “awwww” and moan in delight about how thoughtful I am… she says she likes it slow and very, very deep. I’m afraid I’ll hurt her, but somehow feel good and macho about showing her, also, that I can be strong and make her like it. Maybe that’s the dominant in me. (Why am I thinking in these terms?!?!) We chat idly and she moans a lot as I move down her back.

Then she says it.

“That bitch Cassie has to be crying for what she lost.”

BOOM! etiler escort My thoughts explode. I stop. Breathe. Carefully and in a controlled monotone, I say “She’s not a bitch.”

I still feel in my primal heart that I have to defend my mate. But she’s not my wife. My wife is gone. And she is a bitch. But she’s really that sweet girl I married and… AAAARRRGH! I start shaking, suddenly feeling vulnerable and like I want to cry. I’m embarrassed that I reacted over such a small thing as if I were a soldier when a hand grenade went off nearby. I get up and sit on the edge of the bed. Tara asks if she can hold me: I think she realizes she said the wrong thing; or maybe it was the right thing and she intended this, I don’t know. Maybe I had to confront it. Maybe it was too early. But. I give Tara permission and she holds me from behind. My erection is gone. There I am again: emasculated. She apologizes and asks me if I want to talk about it. I can’t find the words, so I just say “No. No thanks.”

The mood is shot. After a few minutes, I sigh and look at her over my shoulder apologetically. We both know it’s ruined. As I’m putting my gym shorts on, I feel guilty that I gave her only the start of a backrub and ask halfheartedly if she wants me to finish. But neither of us has heart in it so we don’t.

On her way out, she apologizes again, hugs me and kisses my cheek. She doesn’t feel obligated to give me the attachment lecture tonight, since it’s really clear. So, she leaves, encouraging me to talk to Anne. It strikes me hard that they’re doing a team therapy, so she’ll probably call Anne in the morning to tell her what happened and they’ll be talking about me behind my back. Like everyone. It makes me feel exposed and little again.

I pull the key to the safe from out of my pocket…

—

“Yeah, Damian… I was debating against myself about starting this therapy so early in your recovery. You need to put your wife behind you to move on and clearly you haven’t.”

I’m staring at that damn yellow water spot on the ceiling. I feel so defeated that I’ve let myself lie down on the couch. Now I’m the cliché.

We talk about my feelings… not my strongest conversation area, but it flows smoothly. We talk about unresolved feelings and the dichotomy of loving and hating Cassie at the same time. And how I’m weirdly impressed and phenomenally disappointed and… was that a trichotomy of feelings? A quadchotomy? I could go on. I laugh to myself: a googlechotomy.

We talk about the boys. I truly think Anne is almost as concerned for them as I am. They really are devastated that we’ve broken apart, but without Cynthia coming over anymore, they are no longer projecting the sense of betrayal they feel on my behalf; I think they’re still convinced that I left their mother because of something she did and they feel like Cynthia was a part of that something. We both are telling them it’s all stuff that is between us, and doesn’t affect our love for them: they have loving parents who care about them. I do everything I can to make sure they don’t hate Cassie: they need the reassurance that they have a healthy mother… err… even if she’s not.

Anne also arranges for me to attend a “group therapy” session for the victims of cheating and abusive spouses. Ironically, I wonder if I’m going to see Cassie there: what was my cheating compared to her BDSM cheating and abuse? Anne reassures me that I don’t have to say anything there, but just knowing I’m not alone will be helpful.

Then the conversation turns back to Tara. Anne and I agree that I should keep trying with her and play it out at least one more time. I make my next appointment with Anne for Monday and she says she’ll take care of scheduling the next appointment with Tara the Sunday before.

I leave the office feeling a tad bit better; I’m trying to put the difference between how I was before and after Tara’s visit into perspective. Really, not that much had happened for it to swing my mood so hard. Objectively, nothing has changed between me and Tara. Man up, Damian. What is wrong with me?

Anne calls me later and surprises me by explaining that I was going to start my next session with Tara at my gym. I was to play her “personal trainer.” That’s unique; is it roleplaying?

I’m thinking about it, then, as I’m going into the elevator at work, my cellphone chimes and I look at messages.

Oh, god… there it is. I’ve been praying for and dreading this text for three months.

It’s from Cassie. “I’d like to talk. Can we please meet for coffee or something?”

One part of my brain is screaming “finally!” and another is screaming “FUCK, no!” But I have to put that war on truce as the elevator door opens. I’m feeling more confident at work finally: a little more in control. I can’t let Cass’s ghost follow me off the elevator and sabotage me. Again. So, I tuck that away back beyoğlu escort in my brain somewhere, blow it off and resolve for a good day. I pound through the work and by redoubling my attention I accomplish a lot and really do some things to help motivate my team. I finish the day feeling good about what I did and let Cassie’s message stay archived in the back of my brain. I grab a couple drinks on the way home and crash.

I awaken Saturday morning to another message from Cass… “please don’t ghost me. It’s important that we talk.” I slam a fast, sharp reply into the phone but hesitate before I hit ‘send.’ The end of a relationship is like the beginning… every word you say matters so I need to consider my reply. About ten minutes later, she amends “To be clearer… I need to talk. I want to talk.”

Shit. Delay delay delay. I don’t know how to respond before I talk to Anne. When did I lose all my confidence? “Hi, Cassie. Was working hard yesterday… sorry. Give me a couple days to get my head together about this, OK?”

Then she replies like the consummate therapist I knew. “That’s fine. Take the time you need. I’m here and ready to talk when you are.”

This is Cassie’s weekend with the boys. Saturday is usually my gym day, but I decide to wait so I can work out on Sunday when Tara does. I laugh to myself; I’m not really trained as a personal trainer, but, heck, why not? So, I spend the day shopping, of all things. I’m lost. I’m looking for something, anything, that I can put in my apartment that’s all me. A statement. Something new. I want nothing with memories of my shattered relationship with my damn wife. I envision a grand statement of a centerpiece for the table, a flowing abstract sculpture for the shelves, an exotic piece of furniture or a wall hanging that just cries out “masculine world: females beware!” Something that gives the place a more personal touch.

After the whole day shopping, I finally get a coffee mug. It’s my favorite shade of blue.

At least I got something.

I go home too depressed to even drink. I turn on the TV, but don’t turn up the sound. I open my laptop and search for porn… but there’s nothing there that does anything for me. Limp dick city. I search out BDSM porn with guys whipping women, find one and try to imagine that that’s me and Cassie: but the faces blur and it becomes Cassie whipping me; I slam the laptop shut and go make myself a protein shake with a shot of whiskey.

I grab the key and get ready for bed. Maybe I just get it over with tonight. Fuck.

—

Sunday comes and weirdly, I feel good about it. Energized. I can do this! I’m supposed to meet Tara at 11:00. I get on my running gear and pound a couple laps around the park, go home and shower, then off to the gym. I put on my best gym clothes – and a sleeveless shirt because it looks good on me. Shows the guns: the other ones. I’m feeling good!

As I go to the gym, I hear that schoolboy voice in my head… something about getting laid. With an effort I try to stop the many dissenting voices and let my mood carry me.

Tara shows up a couple minutes late, clearly out of her element. She’s wearing a pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt without a bra. A little sweat and she’s going to regret that choice: or, heck, nudist that she is, maybe not.

I hug her for a minute, until it all feels okay again. She hugs me in a sensuous way: virtually melting her soft body into mine and holding me way too long. I sign her in and show her around. I ask her what she ate for breakfast and give her advice on a better pre-workout meal, promising her a pile of protein after our workout.

I show her how to use the machines as we go. Somewhere in the mean part of my brain, I scoff momentarily at the tiny numbers she’s pushing, but I have to hand it to her that she’s really putting in the effort.

There’s something beautiful about her strain. And the way her pierced nipples shape her t-shirt. I can’t help feeling like I’m seeing a new kind of beauty here: one I’ve never fully appreciated. First, I didn’t need to concern myself with other body types for sixteen years. Cassie was mine and I was hers and she stayed pretty fit for me. That was great! Then I was with Lily and she’s got that hot young hard bod going on. Now I’ve spent three months in the gym looking at hard bodies walking by. Tara is a complete change from anything that ever even started to represent lust for me. But still, the little brain thought for the big one and started to point the way. She was attractive! In a new and exciting way.

Ironically, Tara rests between reps on the abs machine and takes that moment to point out a hard-bodied gymnast-type in tight colorful spandex; she whispers to me that the girl was checking me out when my back was to her. Then she sits up and points to a girl in yellow and says “she was too.” And then she points to the MILFS on the treadmills “and them.

“It really turns me on that they want you but I have you” and she winks at me and bites her lower lip hopefully.

My heart swells… and my little buddy too. I smile back. Then she gets back to work until I slow her down a couple machines later, admonishing her not to push it too hard all at once. We do stretching exercises, then head back to the locker rooms.

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Step

My girlfriend and her magic fingers

I was home from college and taking it easy for the winter holiday. Nights were spent with my sweetie, movies, dinners and a little smooching. After taking her home I would spend some time with my favorite occupation. Playing with my penis and working up a good orgasm. Life was good.

My father had remarried when I was young and as a result Angus was kind of my mom now. Even though I called her mom most of the time she kind of acted like a big sister or close friend. She thought Step was wonderful and encouraged our romance. One morning at breakfast she asked me if we were being safe. When it dawned on me what she was asking I confessed that we were not doing what she was suggesting. “Oh really, you’re not? Why not? You guys are young. Hormones have to be flowing. Wow, I am surprised. Step is such a lovely girl and seems to be open minded. What is her problem if I might ask?”

When I told mom there wasn’t a problem. We, well actually, I wasn’t ready for it yet. She was ok with my decision and we could wait if that’s what I wanted. Several times Step had kind of hinted that we might do a little more but didn’t push it. Mom seemed a bit shocked but dropped the subject and asked if I was going to help clean the basemen this morning?

After lunch Step was coming over and we had planned a walk in a local park, fast food and then a movie.

I was in the shower when she arrived. Mom hollered up the stairs to hurry up my girl was here and waiting. When I came down Step was blushing and when I asked her if she was feeling ok she acıbadem escort said she was. Mom just added that they were having a little girl to girl talk and when I pressed for more was told to mind my own business. We had a good day and I was beginning to think about maybe it was time to take our relationship a little further. Later that night as normal, I masturbated to the picture of Step in my head.

The next night as we sat by the lake hugging and stuff, she took my hand and placed it on her breast. Oh, it did feel good. Maybe it was time to go a little further but when I tried to reach under her skirt she stopped me, “No Franklin. Not here. Just do what you’re doing.” We spent another fifteen minutes or so just hugging and kissing and me holding that breast. I thought one time she might touch me but her hand just rested on my upper thigh.

Apparently she wasn’t in a hurry either. Or so I thought.

Sunday morning I was still in bed. I had woken up with another erection. I thought that last night’s jerk off session would have taken care of me but there it was, hard and waiting. My boxers were hanging from one ankle and the sheets were down by my feet and one hand was fondling my nut sack in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

Only the next thing was a knock on my door and starting to swing open. I really should learn to lock it. Mom knew no bounds. Only as I pulled up the sheet to hide my excitement it was Step standing there. “Good morning sleepy head. It’s almost noon you promised we would drive up dudullu escort to the vineyards today.”

Then she stopped and stared. The bulge in the sheet may have given me away. “Oh Franklin, I’m sorry…Are you…Umm…needing some more time? Should I just go back downstairs and see your mom?”

She turned to leave and then just as quickly turned back and closed the door. “Let me see it.”

“What.”

“Your penis…I want to see it. I’ve never seen one. A real one I mean. Let me see it.”

I was stammering and not knowing what to do when she took control. With a couple of steps she was at my bed and just like that she pulled the sheet away exposing me in all my glory. “Oh Franklin, that is so wonderful. Can I touch it?”

Before I could answer her thumb and finger were holding me. Kneeling on the edge of the bed she leaned down at looked at me. Her mouth was hanging open and her blue eyes big. As she leaned back and let go she demanded, “Show me how you do it. Masturbate for me. I want to see you doing it. Come on show me.”

Fool that I am, lying her naked with my fully dressed girlfriend watching, I did. Slowly and wondering why was I doing this? It’s insane; I’m masturbating and letting my girlfriend watch.

Until…”Ok now it’s my turn.” She pulled my hand away and took over. This was so much better than me doing it myself. Her soft hand felt so great. Why hadn’t I ever let this happen?

Just as she asked, “Am I doing it right?”

The door opened again. “Oh, sorry, I’ll just leave you two to bağdat caddesi escort it.” Stepping back and closing the door. I could hear her saying, “In the future you should lock your door.”

“That was so cool. My mom would have a fit if she caught me giving some guy a hand job. Could I come over every morning? You know and do this? It will help with my education. I could base my thesis on how to give an orgasm by hand. I am going to do that right? You are going to do that aren’t you? Orgasm I mean. Should I be doing something else? Are you getting close? Help me out here. I’m kind of a novice at this, you’re my first one.”

I was getting into it. My mom popping in kind of slowed me down but Step was getting me close again. But it felt so good I didn’t want it to end too soon. No, I could have enjoyed this for the next several hours. If something didn’t spoil it. The feelings were boiling up inside me.

“Slow down for a bit. Don’t hurry; let me feel every stroke of your hand. Ya, like that. Ever so softly and slowly, this is wonderful. Why did we wait? I’m such an idiot.”

Even at the slower speed I was getting closer and closer. “Now…faster…ya…Like…That…Oh…Here it comes.” I was exploding. Juice was flying ever where. Oh Step. What she did to me. I had died and gone to heaven.

“Please stop. I’m sensitive right now. Give me a few minutes and we can try again. Just let me recover. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of your school project.”

A knock on my door, “If you guys are done for now, anybody want some lunch? Step, Franklin everything ok in there?”

“Yes mom, things are good in here. We’ll be down later. We’ll come down in time for dinner, if that’s ok with you.”

The end

Thanks for reading this little tale I hope you found some enjoyment in this little tale. Your votes and comments are welcome. Any errors in grammar or spelling are completely the fault of the author.

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The beginning.

Charles was away on business and would normally have been at home over the weekend but he had an important meeting on the following Monday, so he decided to stay over for the weekend. He told Sybil that one of his clients had invited him to his small farm out in the country for the weekend and that he had a pool table and a small boat on a lake which helped Charles make a selfish difficult decision to stay. He said that it was out of mobile range but left a landline number for any emergency but as they lived in a secure marina development with restaurants and coffee shops, he felt she would be safe.

Sybil was quite conservative in her manner and dress whilst looking classy. She liked conversation and could strike up a conversation easily with young and older males and females.

She was 5,7 ft tall and had a good womanly figure with short styled blue tinged silver hair with good legs and her breasts were still firm with large nipples she was very attractive and looked sexy without realizing it. She had looked good all her life and was a virgin when she met Charles in their youth. Her husband Charles had often told her that a lot of guys would consider her as a milf ( mother I’d like to fuck ) especially younger men, and on a number of occasions had tried to chat her up, she laughed these off but did tell Charles on some occasions, liking the attention from all parties.

Sybil had always remained faithful to Charles but sometimes wondered if he had strayed but he always said no he hadn’t, Charles always had a thing about older mature women when he was younger and wished he could have had sex with an older woman when he was younger, especially a with a classy attractive woman like Sybil. He still has these thoughts sometimes and can imagine how a young late teens teenager would go fuckolic crazy with excitement. Sybil had once said while having drinks with friends one evening that she would like to a have a toyboy before she goes, which was a real shocker but Charles just laughed it off due to the champagne.

Sexually she was quite reserved and didn’t like discussing sex especially if it was crude, but she had her moments throughout life and could let her hair down on rare occasions, these were rare and generally kept in check. This frustrated Charles at times but he had learnt to live with it, He still often tried to push boundaries. As she got older, she wasn’t so keen on having her nipples played with and sucked, however there were times she enjoyed the feeling. She did however like her pussy fingered, sucked and licked.

When she was younger and in the mood, she liked being fisted. She liked having sex in the missionary position legs wide open, on top with her nipples being sucked and played with and occasionally doggy style but this didn’t happen very often. One time while having a bit of passion she asked Charles to go and get some scissors and proceeded to cut holes in an old bra for her nipples to poke through to heighten the feeling, Charles thought Christmas had come early and he nearly did. Sybil generally liked sex and didn’t mind having it regularlarly.

Charles was in his mid-sixties 5,8 ft tall, silver hair, beard quite handsome but overweight and needing to get fitter, as he was starting to feel his age physically, which was beginning to slow him down. He enjoyed his life sex life and was game for anything being a bit of a voyeur he started to become interested in cuckolding ( watching men’s wives having kurtköy escort sex with other men ) life was tough when he was younger but was quite successful in the latter years now working for an international company which he enjoyed, his position involved quite a bit of travelling. This left Sybil to enjoy flower nurseries and socializing. They both enjoyed lunching at the wine estates on weekends, she being keen on wines. He enjoyed the fact that this relaxed her, hoping she would be more adventurous, this worked sometimes.

Sybil decided she would like a light evening meal and would decide what to eat when she arrived.

As it was Friday, being showered already in the morning she would like to look dressy, she went to her wardrobe and took out a French blue wrap over dress with light blue stripes which was just above the knee. She took out a pair of high line white lace panties and a white lace, transparent see through bra, her nipples were subtly visible but not too much although if she got cold, they would be prominent. Deciding on a white lace shawl with white hold up stockings to keep her legs warm if it got cold, with white 4-inch-high peep toe shoes complete with a white clutch handbag.

She walked to the restaurants and decided on an Italian restaurant which she knew quite well. It was quite busy and noisy. The waiter showed her a table which seated three. Sat and asked for a wine list and menu. She decided on a bottle of chenin blanc with a chicken salad. The wine arrived and was poured into a glass, a full bottle would make her tipsy which might help her sleep later. Looking round the restaurant was quite full of couples, young and old and groups. Across from her sat an elderly man in his late sixties. He was quite nice looking, about 6 ft and looked fit. Sybil noticed he was drinking white wine and eating pasta.

The waiter brought Sybil’s chicken salad and chatted with her briefly. She heard a voice say that’s an English accent I hear. Sybil looked up and realized he was talking to her. Not being rude she replied yes. They chatted across tables for a short while. George had seen her come in and thought she was very attractive. George could see under her table and noticed her dress was open mid-way up her thigh. He could just see what he thought was a stocking top and immediately started to get hard, this enticed him to keep chatting. Sybil couldn’t hear him properly and suggested that she would join him as she had not started eating. George said certainly and was quite pleased with himself. George was dressed in a navy blue, short sleeve shirt and beige slacks with polished navy slip on shoes.

They exchanged names and began to chat. George told Sybil he was out with some old naval friends but decided to leave them and have a bit of supper as he lived on his own since his wife had passed away two years ago. Sybil felt a bit sad for him especially when he told her he lived on his own, he had a son who lived overseas. They started to chat about various subjects, he mentioned he was a keen gardener and enjoyed wine tasting which held Sybils attention. Sybil by this time had two glasses of wine George poured her a third glass before she realized. She felt quite mellow and relaxed and enjoyed the conversation. Sybil did not feel threatened in any way. He seemed quite a gentleman and spoke quite softly but with a strong voice.

They both had at least three glasses of wine by beykoz escort 10:30. George suggested that she go to his house which was a secure estate, no strings attached as he really enjoyed her company, which he said was rare. George had ordered an uber for 10:45 and said he would get the same one to take her back. She said no and that has she told him previously she was happily married but also felt a bit lonely sometimes and knew it must be lonely for him. She relented and said she would on condition he made no advances he said he wouldn’t, she felt safer and trusted him. George gave the driver his address and told him to return at 11:50. Sybil felt comfortable with that and got in the taxi with him. It took 15 minutes to his home.

Sybil and George arrived at his home and thought it looked like a nice estate, well kept and secure. This made her feel comfortable but still felt a bit of betrayal just by being there. When she arrived at the house, it was a single level medium size but very well kept garden. Inside it was veery comfortable, lounge come dining area with a lazy boy armchair in soft light blue corduroy with a matching couch, an oak dining table with 4 chairs, oak coffee and side tables, oak wine rack well stocked, sideboard with photographs and ornaments including a cut glass decanter three quarters full of what appeared to be whiskey and glasses. George said to sit in the chair and asked he she would like a glass of wine or a small glass of redbreast whiskey, Sybil said she would like that. George sat opposite the sofa looking directly at her.

They chatted about plants and wine. He noticed her dress and fallen to one side and her legs were slightly open, he could see her lace stocking tops but not her panties. He started to get hard again. By this time Sybil was quite tipsy and her legs were open more and George could see her panties which had slipped into the crevice of her pussy. George was getting a real boner and found it difficult to concentrate on chatting. He got up and went to get a brochure on the whiskey to show Sybil. He stood behind the chair with his face next to hers with his hands either side holding the holding the brochure while they discussed the whiskey. Sybil could feel breath and his after shave which was quite intoxicating. George kissed the side of her neck and she trembled protesting but George kissed her again and she enjoyed it.

She said she had never done anything like this since she was married and felt guilty. George said to enjoy the moment as it would never come again. He told her if she would like he would give her a sleep mask which he had from travelling in business class from a recent trip. He went and got it and placed it over her eyes with a strap over her head. She took another sip of whiskey and relaxed a bit. George put his arms to the side and started kissing her neck again, he done this for a couple of minutes.

He then placed his arms either side of her shoulders and began a gentle massage, which she enjoyed relaxing even further by this time George was really getting worked up as he hadn’t had these feelings for two years. He moved hie hands down and slowly opened the top of her dress revealing her lace bra. Heer could see her nipples and slowly moved his over the bra. Sybil sighed and he felt her nipples stiffen. He massaged them for a minute or two making them really hard. Sybil didn’t want it to stop. He eased the bra cups down until üsküdar escort her nipples sprung out of the top of the cups, He put each one between his thumb and forefinger tweaking them softly but they were rock hard all the while kissing her neck.

She began to moan, he did this for a minute or two moving his right arm down to the waist, he parted the dress sucking a deep breath when saw her panties and stocking tops. He moved his forefinger to the outside of her panties and moving in a circular motion by this time Sybil was moaning and breathing deeply. He had been in the navy for several years visiting various ports and he knew his way round women and what they liked. He continued to do this for some time still kissing her neck and alternatively tweaking her nipples. Sybil stared to buck up and down and he moved her panties to one side and put his finger on the top of her pussy still moving it in a circular manner.

He moved his face to the side and she turned her head and began kissing and tonguing him frantically. This continued for a few minutes, he then pushed two fingers in and began to explore using his thumb to stroke the top of her pussy. This was an ecstasy for Sybil. He was now getting seriously worked up. He moved to the front and unwrapped her dress kissing her legs and stomach. He kissed her again and placed his head between her legs pulling her panties to the side and proceeding to explore her while with his tongue. Licking and probing this went on for some time still using his hands to pull and tweak her rock hard nipples.

He took out his tongue and began to kiss her all the way up to her mouth they frantically kissed and tongued, she tasting her own juices. He stopped and took off his shirt and pants leaving his boxers on she moved her hand to his boxers and pulled out his cock. She felt his hardness, looking down she saw it was about eight inches long by now and two inches wide and was quite surprised having only Charles’s to compare. She moved her hand up and down slowly increasing in rhythm while he was fingering her, he leaned forward and kissed her with his cock resting on her breasts and then moving it up to her mouth w she began to kiss and suck it with greed.

Moving slowly down he kissed her and his cock rested on her pussy she gulped as it was right on the entrance, he stated to kiss and tongue her, she responded frantically as he slipped his cock inside her. She moaned as he moved up and down and from side to side pulling it out and stroking the top of her pussy this she loved and was bucking frantically trying to get his cock inside of her. Opening her legs wide with hands he began to fuck her frantically, they both climaxed shaking and breathing heavily.

He then kissed and asked if she would stay the night, she was tempted by the thought but said no. he got up pulled up his boxers while The uber driver phoned apologizing for the 45 minute delay which was due to an emergency and that he would be there in 15 minutes.

George asked Sybil if they could meet again but Sybil Saw this as being dangerous and did not want to be involve in an affair. She still loved Charles and wasn’t prepared to risk her marriage at this stage in her life. George gave her his number on a card. Which she took but had no intention of keeping.

They kissed and touched each other until the uber driver arrived and then bid their goodbyes.

Sybil arrived home 20 minutes later and was still trembling going over the feelings of ecstasy. She made herself a coffee and cleaned her makeup off, put on her nightie and laid on the bed for a while thinking about how much she enjoyed the sex.

She woke the next morning feeling a bit guilty but smiling to herself for enjoying the whole episode, thinking what she might have been missing these last few years.

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Author’s notes:

1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.

2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author’s knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.

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Jude sat on his lap in their warm pool and leant back against his chest. She took another sip of her champagne.

“It doesn’t seem five years since I turned 18. So much has happened during that time. It’s been so wonderful making a life together,” she mused.

“Yes,” agreed Trevor, gently caressing her breasts as they bobbed at water level, “Your 18th birthday party was great but taking your cherry later that night was just wonderful. And what a fabulous place to do it; under the stars, on our blanket by the water, the moon shimmering on the slightly ruffled surface of the lake as the gentle breeze cooled the night enough to make cuddling together wonderful.”

“Mmmm, yes, but the best bit was when you penetrated me for the first time. I had been so nervous, even wondering if we should do it or not, but you were so gentle and firm with me. Firm in many senses of the words actually,” she giggled. “And it was just beautiful; all five times were just wonderful. I didn’t know you were so insatiable.”

“Well, I’d had a few years to stockpile before you turned 18, but after the floodgates were first released, there was simply no stopping us. You know, they say if you put a dollar in a jar for every time you make love in the first year, then take out a dollar every time after that, you’ll never empty the jar.”

“It would have had to be a huge jar for us then, honey, and we’d have both been broke.”

They both chuckled then she turned and kissed him tenderly.

“Anyway, I think I feel something pressing against my ass that would be better employed elsewhere,” she observed, taking his glass from his hand and placing them both on the side.

He lifted her up and wriggled down a little, then repositioned her so his cock head was at her entrance, holding her there in anticipation.

“Come on, darling, drop me on him. I want him inside me,” she pleaded.

Trevor released her and she dropped suddenly, impaling herself on his rampant cock.

“Oooof,” she exclaimed involuntarily, “Oooohhh, that feels soooo nice, sweetheart.”

He reached around her and began gently caressing her clit with one hand, her nipples with the other. She wriggled, pushing herself up and allowing herself to drop as she had done many times before. Every time she dropped she felt his long, thick cock press further into her, applying delicious pressure to the end of her vagina. After nearly ten minutes of this she held herself down hard and began a forward and backward motion, his cock withdrawing and inserting with each thrust. She felt her crisis approaching and began breathing heavily, gasping for breath, moving faster, harder until . . . .

“Yessss, I’m cumming,” she cried as she gripped him tightly with her pussy muscles and her body began shaking and trembling all over from passion.

Trevor held her firmly, squeezing her nipples as he knew she loved, until she slowly came down from her high. She swivelled around and hugged him, still keeping his hard cock inside her. They kissed deeply.

“Your turn now, darling,” she whispered in his ear, “How do you want me?”

“Stand up,” he told her.

She stood, noticing how long and hard his aroused cock was as it waved in the water. He positioned her facing the side of the pool, bent over the smooth edge, kneed her legs further apart and gazed lovingly at her sweet ass and pussy waiting for him. He moved behind her and with few preliminaries, slid his long cock into her gaping vagina until he was fully inside. He pumped into her hard, gripping her long hair and pulling her head backwards, causing her breasts to thrust out and her nipples to rub against the smooth pool edge as his cock thrust into her, again and again, deeply, insistently, taking full possession of her luscious vagina and bringing intense pleasure to them both.

It only took a few minutes before he approached his orgasm. He felt it building deep within his loins, an insistent need to explode, to spurt his potent seed deep within her vagina as it clenched and released his hard cock. A few more thrusts produced an increasing need. Hold on, he told himself, hold on, one more thrust, just one more , again, and then . . . .

“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!” he screamed as he thrust deeply and stopped. Jude felt his urethra expand and contract as pulses of sperm pumped from him into her. She felt the added warmth in the end of her vagina, the sensation of love and completeness as he came inside her. She reached down and rubbed her clitoris, gently yet firmly, enough göztepe escort to push her over the edge a second time.

“Yes, yes, yes, ooohhhh, I’m cumming again, YESSSSS, AAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!” she screamed as she was once again overwhelmed with sensation.

After several minutes of relaxing together they came back to reality and slowly disentangled themselves. He withdrew his softening penis from her flowing vagina and she turned and melted into his arms, kissing each other deeply, pressing their bodies together as though by doing so they could become one.

“I love you,” Jude whispered in his ear.

“I know you do, sweetheart, and I love you also, darling,” Trevor whispered back to her.

After an eternity they parted, swimming and splashing a little in the pool, then climbed up the steps and began drying themselves. Once dry, them embraced, kissed and walked hand in hand inside to their bedroom where they curled up together and soon slept peacefully.

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“One of the women at work, Dale, had a chat with me today,” said Jude as she and Trevor sat on the deck in the evening having their customary glass of wine and sharing their days’ experiences. “She is very concerned about her daughter who, she feels, is becoming increasingly anti-social. Apparently this girl, Sharleen, turned 18 about 10 months ago but seems to have little interest in boys. She’s gorgeous, according to her mom, and is asked out on dates frequently but rarely accepts them and has never had any lasting relationship with a guy. Reading between the lines, I’d say she’s a virgin and I suggested to Dale that perhaps she’s afraid of sex. She hadn’t thought of that and told me she’d do some digging tonight and we’d talk about it tomorrow.”

“Hmmm, that’s certainly a possibility,” replied Trevor, “Some girls manage to go through puberty intact, never masturbating or even using tampons. I guess there’s a lot of stuff out there about the significance of virginity, about saving yourself for the man of your dreams and about how much it hurts the first time. Certainly enough to put some girls off, I’d say.”

“Yeah, I agree. You never seem to read about women who had no problems first time and for whom sex is wonderful and fulfilling, as it is for us.” Jude slipped her hand onto Trevor’s crotch and felt his semi-hard cock beneath his shorts. “Doesn’t take much to get you going, eh,” she smiled.

“With a sexy vixen sitting here talking about sex and virginity, no it doesn’t,” he agreed.

The subject under discussion changed and after they’d finished their drinks they went inside to complete the semi-prepared meal, ate at the table then watched some mediocre TV before going to bed to make love, as they usually did, before sleeping soundly.

The following evening their conversation regarding Sharleen resumed.

“Dale had a chat with Shar last evening and it seems she’s a virgin and is absolutely terrified of making love with a man and being penetrated for the first time. She’s heard about the pain it causes, has used pads not tampons, so is intact, and has apparently never masturbated herself. Can you image that; nearly 19 and never to have cum?”

“That must be unusual in this day and age. I mean, sex is everywhere. The Internet’s full of it. You just can’t live your life and not know the nuts and bolts of how to cum. Maybe she needs a really tender and sensitive guy, not like the slam, bam, thank you ma’am young guys out there.”

“Yes, I suggested that could be the case and I also offered her the option of making love with a wonderful sensitive understanding man first off.”

Trevor looked at her closely and noted the hint of a smile on her lips.

“Oh? And who did you suggest?” he asked.

“You.”

Trevor did a double take. His mouth dropped open and he was speechless for several seconds.

“You’ve got to be joking,” he replied at last, “You mean you’d be OK with me making love with a virgin 18 year old girl, popping her cherry, having real live sex with her, cumming inside her, the whole works?”

“Yes,” replied Jude, “And I’d be there to watch as well, of course. Think of it as a therapeutic sexual session. It’s not like you’d fall in love with her and run off with her, just provide the service of giving her a wonderfully loving and hopefully relatively pain-free first experience so she can live a normal life.”

“I’d have to think on this a while,” he replied. “You sure you’re OK with it?”

“Yes, darling, I am. I’ve thought about it most of the day. I also thought that undoubtedly there are shy guys out there who haven’t had sex and are maybe dysfunctional sexually, so maybe the therapeutic sessions could work both ways. Maybe I could help male virgins. How would you feel about that?”

Trevor’s silence was longer this time. At last he replied.

“I guess I’d be OK with that too, same conditions, I get to watch and maybe assist. You serious about this?”

“Yes, I am. It’s bostancı escort time we did our bit to assist others less fortunate and if this is our forte then let’s do it. I’ll see what response I get from Dale tomorrow. Meantime, I want to take you to bed and fuck you blind. I’m really horny after all this sexy talk.”

Jude reached down and in one motion stripped Trevor’s shorts off him, took a handful of his almost rigid cock and led him to the bedroom. Trevor, of course, followed willingly and within moments was deeply embedded inside Jude’s flowing vagina as she clawed his back with her nails and screamed her first of many orgasms to the ceiling.

The following day Dale took Jude aside into an interview room and nervously asked her if she was serious with her suggestion.

“Yes, I was and am very serious and Trevor’s also more or less agreed, once he came to terms with the fact that I was offering him the opportunity to make love with a beautiful 18 year old virgin,” she chuckled. “He was extremely surprised that I suggested it, but when I pointed out that maybe I could offer a similar service to shy guys, he was a little less enthusiastic.”

“Hmm, I don’t doubt that. That’s wonderful that he’s willing, and that you’re willing for him to be willing. I don’t think I know anyone else who would volunteer their husband for this. I had a deep and meaningful chat with Shar last night and she definitely realizes that she’s missing out but she tearfully told me that she’s terrified of sex and the pain she feels is totally inevitable. I suggested that possibly Trevor would be able to help her and she reluctantly agreed to meet him. Is next Saturday evening suitable for you both?”

“We’ve nothing planned so yes, it’s fine. Come on round for dinner to give Sharleen time to chat with Trevor and get to know him a bit as a person. By the way, did you mention it to Tom? I just wondered how he’d take it.”

“Tom really leaves all the decision making regarding Shar to me. He really has very little interest in her; far more with the new girlfriend he’s just started going out with. He’s relieved that he no longer has to pay alimony now Shar’s grown up and I think he’s making the most of it and trying to start a new life for himself.”

“Yes, that’s understandable. What about contraception, just in case they get that far on their first date, I guess it is?”

“Shar’s has been on the pill for a while. She had very erratic periods so they regulate those, so nothing to worry about there. We can just let Saturday go as it goes. Maybe they’ll just chat, maybe retire to the bedroom and do the deed. I guess what happens happens. No pressure either way is probably best.”

“Yes, I totally agree. Anyway, we’d better get back to work. Six pm Saturday for dinner, OK?”

“Yes, that’s great,” replied Dale, opening the door and returning to her work station. Jude remained in the room a few moments longer, collecting her thoughts, wondering if she’d make a stupid mistake in volunteering Trevor as Sharleen’s first lover, but then correcting herself, he would be the first to fuck her but he wasn’t her lover.

“He’s my lover,” Jude told herself quietly, “And always will be. He’s just offering assistance to Sharleen to help her move on with her life.” Having decided that, she decisively put the situation from her mind and walked back to her desk.

***********************************

The deadline approached quickly. While Jude spent time in the kitchen preparing a beautiful meal, Trevor spent time grooming himself, trimming his short goatee beard, cleaning and filing his finger nails so he wouldn’t accidentally scratch Sharleen and put a dampener on the evening, and generally preparing himself both mentally and physically for the encounter. He wore casual clothes in which he felt comfortable and eventually popped into the kitchen to see how the catering was progressing.

“Mmm, you smell nice,” Jude complimented him, “My favorite after shave. How’re you feeling?”

“Probably as nervous as Sharleen is. It’s like it’s my first time. I just hope I can get the old fella up and he behaves himself.”

“I’m absolutely certain you have nothing to worry about in that department, darling,” smiled Jude as she kissed him tenderly, “If I keep this up for a few minutes you’ll undoubtedly get hard; you always do.”

“Yes, sweetheart, but that because it’s you.”

“You mean, it’s me not a beautiful 18 year old virgin,” corrected Jude with a chuckle.

“OK, I take your point. Just don’t give me heaps because I agreed to your suggestion, eh. So I’ll probably enjoy it, who wouldn’t? But that doesn’t mean I’m going to run off with her. It’s you I love, darling, so please just remember that. OK honey?”

“Yes, I do take get that and I do thank you for volunteering and I know that after this incident we will still be the same people and love each other just as much.” Jude wrapped her arms around Trevor and they kissed each other tenderly tuzla escort and lovingly.

Trevor helped set the table then answered the door as Jude finished the last minute details. She went to the lounge just as Dale and Sharleen walked in from the other door, closely followed by Trevor. She met Trevor’s eyes and barely suppressed a grin as he licked his grinning lips espressively. Introductions were brief and informal then Dale sat on one two seater couch and Jude quickly sat beside her, leaving Shar and Trevor to share the other one.

Dale and Jude chatted away amiably for a few minutes then Trevor asked about drinks and left to prepare what the women had requested. He returned with a tray and handed them around then sat beside Sharleen once again, this time facing more towards her, and began a conversation about her studies. Sharleen quickly impressed him as being a very thoughtful speaker who could express her opinions easily and clearly and before long they were deeply engrossed in discussing English romantic poets, a subject in which Trevor had a passing interest and Sharleen was current studying.

After a half hour or so, Jude and Dale went to the kitchen to dish dinner, leaving Trevor and Sharleen together in the lounge. Trevor decided it was time to broach the subject that was undoubtedly uppermost in Sharleen’s mind; but how to do it.

“So do you go out for dinner very often?” he asked.

“Not really. Some of my friends are out every weekend and often during the week, but I possibly get out about once a month or so.”

“Why’s that?”

“To be totally honest and in view of the fact that we both know what a possible outcome will be from our meeting, because I’m shit scared of sex.”

Trevor breathed a sigh of relief; at least it was out in the open now.

“Why?”

“Because my girlfriends tell me it hurts terribly the first time. If I could have it a second time without having a first time, that would be great, but I can’t. And if I go out with a boy he will probably expect to take me home and sleep with me, at least if I go out several times with him. So I never go out more than once and even that once I’m totally scared all night in case he decides to rape me or something. I’d love to be able to go out with boys and maybe even look forward to intimacy, but I can’t.”

Sharleen’s voice trembled to a stop and tears ran from her eyes. It was all Trevor could do to stop himself wrapping the poor girl in his arms and comforting her, but he suspected that such a move could cause rejection, so sat quietly. Sharleen made the first move, sliding towards him and wrapping her arms around him tightly as she sobbed quietly.

“I . . I’m so scared,” she sobbed into his neck.

Trevor eased his arms around her and gently held and comforted her, allowing her to sob against him, hearing her sobs gradually quieten until they simply held each other, unmoving. He heard someone enter the room and looked up to see Jude there, then watch as she smiled at him and quietly left. They remained embraced for a few more minutes then Sharleen pulled away a little and smiled at him.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I shouldn’t be such a scaredy cat. Thank you for letting me release these pent up tensions.”

“That’s fine,” replied Trevor, “And I think dinner’s ready so let’s go eat.”

Sharleen held him tightly, then reached her lips towards him and kissed him on the cheek. After a few seconds Trevor pulled away a little, turned and met her kiss with his lips. They remained together, lips against each other’s, then broke the kiss. Trevor stood, offered Sharleen his hand and together they walked to the table hand in hand.

Dinner conversation was general and non-controversial. The meal was, of course, delicious, as was the wine that accompanied it. After the main, Dale and Jude cleared the table and went to the kitchen to prepare dessert and, no doubt, compare notes on progress. Trevor and Sharleen turned a little towards each other and continued the discussion of inconsequential things. After a few minutes Trevor felt a hand on his knee and slowly placed his hand on top of it, then gently stroked Sharleen’s fingers. He felt her had rubbing his thigh slightly and moved surreptitiously to allow her to move her hand higher up his leg, all the time continuing the conversation as though nothing untoward was happening. The situation was just becoming quite exciting when Dale and Jude re-entered the room bearing plates filled with dessert. Quickly Sharleen removed her hand and turned once more towards the table.

After a delicious dessert, Dale suggested that she and Jude would tend to the dishes while Trevor could take Sharleen into the lounge once again. This time Sharleen had no hesitation in cuddling close to Trevor, reaching her lips up to give him a kiss, which he responded to, locking their lips together with his hand gently pressing the back of her head. It was a long, loving, lingering languorous kiss that left them both breathless and caused Trevor’s penis to harden until it was uncomfortably tenting his trousers, a situation which Sharleen rapidly observed.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she said teasingly, “Did I cause that?”

“Yes, sweetheart, you did,” he replied, using the term of endearment completely unconsciously.

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Chapter 1

My husband left me for a younger woman, well more a girl, when I was 27yo. My one really close female friend was a massive comfort to me. I was a mess and Jan supported me through the months that followed. Jan is married to John with a son, Max, who was nearly 18yo and a widowed father in law, Len, living with her. Other than Jan the one thing that helped me in those early months was my trips to the gym and my night classes. I went to the gym every day before work and most days at the weekend. The evening classes were once a week at the local college.

Even at the college I moved to when 18yo I was teased about my small boobs and slightly boyish looks not that this kept the boys away. My body had filled out since my school days but my boobs were still not as big as I would have liked. They had become even firmer with all the gym work and for some reason my nipples had got even bigger sitting high on my boobs. Much to my relief my backside that had been described as boyish did fill out. The training did leave it very well toned. I had never been very happy with my body but the looks I received when in the gym did make me more confident. The teenage boys ogled completely openly, the old men were more subtle with the others pretending, not always successfully, not to notice me.

I was angry with my ex-partner and not wanting any man to hit on me but the anger did leave me wanting to tease other gym users. I bought new kit that showed my body off as sexually as I could get away with. I dispensed with a bra whenever possible and also ditched my thongs. I think I went too far on occasions when wearing my new kit with nothing underneath. It was good to see the effect on the men at the gym but also led to me becoming even more aware of my own sexual frustration. I have always had a high sex drive and not having a partner to share it with for the first time in years was really tough. I expected to masturbate regularly but for some unknown reason found any attempt failed and lead to greater frustration.

In the end I shared my sexual frustration with Jan. Her simple response was why not enjoy a few one-night stands with no commitment. I agreed that it sounded like the perfect solution but said it just didn’t appeal. We had been drinking wine all evening and I was all over the place mentally. Jan’s husband John was working away for a few days and as was usual Len was in his own room, or down at the pub. When it was time for me to leave I was in tears and Jan hugged me as I stood up. My crying changed to sobbing violently. All my frustrations hit me and I sank into Jan’s arms.

“Why don’t you stay here tonight? You are in no condition to drive home.”

I didn’t reply but allowed her to lead me up to her bathroom. She turned the shower on and turned to me. She took the hem of my summer dress and pulled until I put my arms above my head to allow her to remove it completely. My lack of bra made me feel vulnerable and I covered my naked boobs. Jan stood back and looked very hesitant. She initially looked like she was going to take hold of my panties but instead turned and went into her bedroom. It left me confused – had she wanted to strip me and maybe join me in the shower. Had I wanted her to do so? My body was alive as I soaped myself, paying particular care between my legs.

Jan is around twelve years older than me and I had never thought about her, or any other female, sexually. She had a good figure for her age but I had never really thought about it. As I showered I thought a lot about it. I had no experience with other women and I was not sure whether I wanted one now. I was sure that Jan had decided against any further physical contact until she returned to the bathroom completely naked. Her substantial boobs drooped a little but the position of her huge dark nipples high up took my eyes away from the droop. Her stomach was flat and took my eyes down to her dark bush. It was trimmed, not thick but substantial. I was naked, as I had not picked up the towel to dry myself when she held me with both arms and kissed me on my forehead. As naked as I was it was an act more caring in nature than sexual. I dried myself as she showered and was lying in her bed well before she finished brushing her teeth.

It was a hot summer evening and I started lying on top of the covers. I didn’t have any nightwear with me and anyway I always slept naked. As I heard her toothbrush go quiet I panicked and slipped under the thin sheet. When she arrived naked in the bedroom she didn’t jump straight into bed but cleared up a few things and in the process displayed her nudity to me. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed the view and was disturbed to find that without thinking I found my fingers playing between my legs.

“Don’t stop doing that on my behalf. I am sure that you would feel a lot better if you carried on until the inevitable happens.”

Saying this she pulled the sheet off my body and added,

“My god you look fit. If I was a man…… kurtköy escort well let’s just say you look great.”

My instinct had been to take my fingers away from my crotch and close my legs. What I had done was open my legs further and find my clit. My pussy was on fire and I was completely unable to stop what I was doing even though Jan was now smiling down on me as I openly masturbated. I had never masturbated with an audience but it felt wonderful. Everything in my world changed in the next two minutes. Jan sat next to me and while keeping eye contact with me lent forward and took my bullet-hard nipple in her mouth. She sucked it and licked it while it was still in her mouth. No single contact with my body had ever had such a dramatic effect. My orgasm was only a question of when not if. Jan now amazed me by taking hold of my arms and hands and removing them from my pussy.

I screamed at her but had not finished complaining when the joy of my orgasm overwhelmed me. Jan had only been touching my one nipple for seconds but my nipple was right at the center of a devastating climax. I was loud as I cursed her praised her and pleaded with her. My vocalization only seemed to add to my pleasure a pleasure that rumbled on beautifully until ebbing gently away. When Jan shifted her position I wondered whether she was moving into a position where I could repay the compliment.

How wrong I was as Jan pushed my legs towards my chest opening them as she did. Her mouth covered the area from above my clit down nearly as far as my anus. After that I don’t know exactly what she did but it felt great. I have never experienced more than one orgasm in a session usually because my clit is far too sensitive. This just didn’t seem to be a problem as Jan refused to let me come down from my sexual high. My heart was beating fast and hard and pleasure was flowing through my veins. I wasn’t building towards a second orgasm but it felt wonderful. I couldn’t resist playing with my nipples as Jan did lovely things between my legs. Reluctantly I accepted that I would not cum again until Jan shifted position slightly and slid a finger deep into my bottom. There was no resistance and no discomfort as she gently fucked my bottom with a single finger. Her mouth and tongue focused on my clit and were far firmer than they had been. My fingers also became more aggressive as my body tried to prepare me for another climax. When it arrived it was much more conventional than the first as my clit led the way. There was nothing violent about the waves that rolled through my body for what seemed never ending. I didn’t collapse when it finished like I often do but simply relaxed totally.

Jan was soon lying next to me holding my head to her shoulders. I asked her how I could repay the pleasure and she simply told me to relax and sleep. I felt very guilty for doing nothing for Jan but managed to comply with her suggestion very quickly. I slept for ten hours straight before being woken by a radiant Jan with a cup of coffee. She told me that Len was cooking a fry up for the three of us and that she had an appointment at the doctors in 45 minutes time.

I was downstairs having borrowed a long tee shirt from Jan’s wardrobe without giving it much thought. Len gave it plenty of thought as I entered the kitchen diner. He invited me to sit at the table with my back to the window. It was an excellent breakfast that I felt very hungry for. Len buzzed around pouring me more coffee and generally being very attentive. Jan called me to her as she left the room to go to her appointment.

“Len has always said that you were ‘sex on a stick’. Right now you have him totally besotted. It may be something to do with the fact that that tee shirt is totally transparent while you are backlit by the sun from the window. You look completely naked sitting where you have been. My father in law may be old but trust me he is still as randy as a mountain goat.”

I had only just woken up and what she said had totally thrown me. Len fancied the pants off me, I had been nearly naked for him to see and he was a randy old sod. I nearly ran upstairs to safety but decided to bluff it out. What he said next suggested that this was a mistake.

“I am not surprised that you had a real hunger this morning. It always makes me hungry too. You look absolutely radiant this morning. I am sure you are so much more relaxed right now.”

The night before I had not thought about Len and I know I had been loud, very loud when in the throws of ecstasy. I knew he had heard more than I was comfortable but I was not ready to openly admit it to him.

“I don’t know what you thought you heard but I am sure you are wrong.”

I could not remember exactly what I had screamed while having my orgasms but he seemed to know exactly. He not only repeated my cries of ecstasy but also enjoyed doing so with lots of feeling. I knew he knew exactly what had gone on and I was completely compromised. He beykoz escort might be closer to seventy than sixty but the energy and twinkle in his eyes were bright and sexy. With a smile that disturbed me he responded.

“I know exactly what I heard and I am delighted that your orgasms were so spectacular. I am sure my son would be very interested to hear how my daughter in law and you entertained each other last night. I think I owe it to him to tell him what I heard. Tell me why I should not tell him.”

“Please, it just happened I was just upset and Jan comforted me and things got out of hand. I have never been with a woman before last night. What good would come of you telling John? Jan was just trying to help me.”

“If you were my daughter I would put you over my knee and spank you very hard. I am very tempted to treat you as I would a daughter.”

“But I am not your daughter and you do not look at me like a father would. Please don’t tell John.”

“You are right I do not look at you or think of you like a daughter. You do have the most spank-able bottom I remember seeing. Have you ever had your bottom spanked?”

I have no idea why I felt it necessary to lie but denied it so strongly I am not sure I was convincing. I had not been spanked many times but had enjoyed receiving the spankings more than my ex had enjoyed spanking me.

“I might spare you the embarrassment of a spanking but only if you make it worth my while. You need to be very compliant and even a little submissive. Now go over to the window, the view through the shirt is very provocative, very arousing. There that is beautiful but now turn all the way round.”

I didn’t hesitate to comply finding his dominant attitude very exciting. The fact that he had only asked me to parade myself with the shirt on surprised me. Was I going to get away with a little bit of exhibitionism? Did I want him to demand much more of me? He is old enough to be my grandfather but feeling helpless in front of him was exciting, very exciting. Was I this excited because I had been without cock for so long or was I finding this dominant old man appealing? It hit me hard when I realized that if he was happy just watching me spinning around by the window I would be bitterly disappointed. I didn’t know what I wanted but I knew I wanted something from this attractive older man. Something demanded of me by him.

I need not have worried, as Len was not going to be happy just watching me by the window. He indicated that I should come towards him. When I was close enough he demanded with his eyes that I held his gaze as he lifted the shirt up past my boobs. He didn’t look down but smiled as he turned the shirt inside out covering my face with it as I lifted my arms. He pulled my arms through the shirt but left it covering my head and therefore my eyes. The contact with my nipples took my breath away. It was no caress more a squeezing of my erect nipples. He rolled them, pulled them and squeezed them. It was overwhelming and my knees buckled.

“My god they are perfect. I never understand why men love big ugly boobs yours are just perfect and as for your nipples – well. Are you wet my dear? If I feel your pussy right now will I find that you are excited?”

I was fully aware that I was excited but had not thought about whether my pussy was actually wet. His question focused my attention to the area between my legs. Now I knew I was wet and there was no point in denying it. I quietly confirmed that I was excited and sure that I was very wet between the legs.

He took my hand and I thought he was going to make me feel myself but instead he guided it to his erection. He seemed a very good size but what stunned me was that it was as hard as any cock I had ever encountered. I had wondered whether a man of his age might struggle to achieve or maintain an erection so was even more surprised at how hard it was. I heard him chuckle as if he sensed my surprise. I wanted to see his cock but had to settle for exploring it with my hands.

“Trust me it will be hard like that for the next hour or until I cum.”

It was then that it dawned on me that he had probably taken a little blue pill. I enjoyed playing with the erection and the balls that seemed full and firm. I was slightly disappointed as he took hold of my shoulders. The shirt was still around my head as he maneuvered me until I was lying on my back on the kitchen table. He did then slip the dress off my head and I was able to see his slightly sinister smile.

“I am still very tempted to spank that wonderful ass of yours but I have thought of something I would much rather do with it. Have you ever been fucked back there, if not why not?”

“No because I have never let anyone do that even though they have asked. It just didn’t seem natural somehow.”

“It seems every bit as natural as what you and Jan were doing last night. If I am not very much mistaken you were very excited when your ass was penetrated üsküdar escort by Jan.”

I decided not to reply but was horrified that he seemed to know exactly what had happened the previous night. Secretly I had away wanted to be fucked in the ass but never wanted to appear too keen. This was my chance to try it while justifying it by making out that I was being forced.

“No you can’t possible fuck me there it would split me in two.”

I was concerned that I had protested too hard as he pushed my knees back to my chest and opened up my legs. His mouth was gentle as it found my clit. I have always loved men going down on me and this man knew what he was doing. There was no rush but I felt myself drifting towards an orgasm. After a few minutes he moved his tongue down and found my anus. No one had done this to me and it felt wonderful. As good as it was my orgasm was now further away. His mouth changed again to my clit and I was now quickly approaching orgasm. Just as I thought I was getting close to the point of no return he switched again to my bum. He repeated this cycle twice more and I was pleading with him to allow me to cum.

“When you ask me very nicely to fuck you bottom I will allow you to enjoy an orgasm.”

This was perfect I could request him to fuck my ass as if against my will and enjoy a climax. I took my time and tried to sound very reluctant as I said.

“Fuck I need an orgasm so badly if you insist that I can only have one with you up my bum then do your worst.”

I think we both knew that this was a game but were both happy to play it. From somewhere he produced a bottle of oil with a thin spout on it. He moved it to one of my boobs and poured a generous amount across my chest. It felt sticky and ran down both my sides onto the table. He then coated my bottom before sticking the spout into my anus and gently squeezing the plastic bottle. When he removed it he coated his cock with the oil. I was sure that he would penetrate me as soon as his cock found my anus but he spent time working the oil just inside with his prick. Coating his cock once more he penetrated me firmly until he was two or three inches inside me. I was so excited if there was any pain I didn’t feel it. He held himself inside me as one of his thumbs found my clit. Everything just seemed perfect. I was excited by the idea of what we were doing, I felt no guilt about having a cock up my bum, I had been close to orgasm for minutes and this man knew how to push all my buttons. He pressed his palm and fingers into my stomach as his thumb worked my swollen clit. My hands had been playing with my oil-covered nipples since the oil had been poured over them and my nipples were huge and very sensitive.

Len worked his way in going deeper and deeper each time. Very quickly I was pushing myself back and down to maximize the penetration as it was feeling wonderful. I am sure he could sense just as much as I could that I was going to orgasm soon.

“Do you like having a prick fucking you deep in your rectum. If you are not sure I will stop straight away.”

He was teasing me but requiring me to say that I was loving being fucked this way. He had won and I was happy to plead with him to carry on fucking me harder and harder. I was soon announcing my orgasm and his playing with my clit became even more intense and I exploded from somewhere deep in my bowels. As I was just beginning to regain my senses he exploded in my bowels. He didn’t withdraw immediately and his firm but not hard cock felt nice and very intimate as it still stretched me back there. When he did finally slip his soft prick out of my bottom it hit me that I had just loved being fucked by this old man. I was embarrassed to have cum so easily and so dramatically. I had no idea what would happen now.

“You won’t tell John about last night will you. I have done everything you have asked me to.”

“Are you suggested that everything that you did in the last hour was to prevent me from talking to John? If you are then you are a great actor and I am just a little bit disappointed.”

“No I didn’t say that or mean that but I do not want to get Jan into trouble. What we did was so…… so……. it was lovely.”

“A good meal is lovely, some of my friends are lovely. What we just did might have been frightening, disgusting, horrible, distasteful but it was never just lovely.”

“I am so sorry you are right. Please don’t ask me to tell you just how good it was. Would you just accept the word ‘fucktastic’. Please spare me any more embarrassment.”

“I accept the word and your apology. I will also offer you a deal. I will promise not to tell John about last night if you do one simple thing for me.”

“I am all ears. You can fuck me every which way if that is what you want. You can spank my bottom if that is what floats your boat. What simple thing is it that you want?”

“The simple thing I am going to request of you is so much less exciting to me than what you are offering. I am tempted to change my mind. My problem is Max. He is 18 at the weekend and what I want you to do is to show him just how good sex can be. He is naïve, although he thinks he is a man of the world. Make him believe that he is attractive to women and show him how he can enjoy that.”

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Love is Being Stupid Together Ch. 4

Kait and Nick continue their misadventures in Key Largo, Florida. They try out some new Kamasutra positions and have sex in strange places. All characters are young consenting adults over the age of 18.

…

“You want to what?” Nick asked.

“Have sex underwater in SCUBA gear.”

“How is that even possible?” Beth asked.

“I’ve seen videos… just google SCUBA sex,” Chris added.

The four were together having a mini orgy in Kait and Beth’s dorm. Each couple was in the Afternoon Delight position. (male on his side, female on her back perpendicularly impaled on males’ cock with her feet over his hips).

“I’ll explain but you have to keep up with the intercourse,” Kait replied.

Nick asked, “Are you talking social, as in communication or dealings between individuals or groups, or…”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, boy toy. “Get to work,” she teased back.

Chris had also been neglecting his duty and Beth pushed against him to let him know the same request applied to him. When both boys had resumed the slow regular thrusts required by their partners, Kait explained.

“My parents own a two bedroom, three bath vacation home in Port Largo on a canal with direct access to the ocean. It has a screened pool, and a boat lift with a boat. They rent it out when they’re not using it. It’s available during the Thanksgiving break.”

Beth said, “It sounds like it would cost a lot to rent.”

“We won’t need to pay rent. I’ve already asked to use it. I told them I was going to take a girlfriend down and do some diving. I didn’t mention Nick and Chris, but everyone’s invited.”

Nick asked, “You’re a certified diver?”

“Have been since I was twelve years old. My parents used to go down there all the time. Now all they do is work, work, work. It’s rented out almost all the time. We only need to buy food, gas for the boat, and air for the tanks. Is anybody else certified?”

The three others all answered, ‘no.’

“That’s ok. There are many snorkeling locations in Pennekamp State Park. You won’t need to SCUBA dive to see beautiful coral reefs. Does everyone want to go?”

Beth answered, “My parents have already told me they’ll be visiting my Grandparents in California and I’m on my own for Thanksgiving.”

Nick said, “I’ll just tell my parents I’ve got studying to do over the break. They’ll probably be relieved.”

Chris replied, “I want to come, but I’ll have to work on my parents. We usually do a big extended family thing. I’ll have to let you know.”

“Ok, we have a plan. Let’s see if we can all get another orgasm before our roommates get back,” Kait suggested.

They had been copulating during the entire conversation. So, an underlying level of erotic tension was already present. Each of them just needed to up their game a little bit.

“Forget about the details for now. Think about having sex in the ocean, and the pool, and the hot tub, and the boat seven miles offshore under the stars,” Kait advised.

Chris couldn’t believe his luck at falling into this situation. He liked Beth but hadn’t expected the relationship to bloom into this much fun. He braced himself by holding on to Beth’s knees and rolled into her forcefully. She was moving back and forth to meet his thrusts. She also had one hand on her clit and the other grasping and tugging a nipple. Her breasts were swinging in a circle. Chris used the image of her at that moment for multiple jerk-off sessions in the following weeks. He came with an ecstatic grunt but kept going until she made it over too.

Nick picked up his pace and force. He knew she was playing with Clio and her nipples. But he watched her face, as she became increasingly turned on. She was unabashedly pursuing an orgasm with no embarrassment or shame. She must have felt his eyes on her because she opened hers. They locked on to each other’s gaze and smiled. Cumming almost simultaneously, they enjoyed watching the funny expressions and pleasures pass across their faces.

…

The Key Largo trip was two months away. Kait and Nick kept current with their schoolwork, had sex a couple of times a day, and attended the M Club Meetings. Chris worked out something with his parents and announced he could go with Beth. Nick enrolled in a SCUBA certification course.

Early in October Nick suggested another Kamasutra position… the Golden Arch. Nick sat with his legs straight, and Kait then sat on top with her knees bent over his thighs. Then both leaned back enough for penetration. Nick initially had trouble getting Nickie pointed down enough to line up. Kait helped by raising up off the floor and guiding him in, then eased her butt back down. They sat still for a few moments, thrilled with the novel experience of being joined this way. Both braced with their hands resting behind them. After several attempts at moving, they found sliding back and forth on their butts worked best. This position gave göztepe escort them a full view of the other’s naked body.

“I love being in you and being able to see your body,” he murmured.

“I like being able to see your cock moving in and out. It adds another sensual dimension to enjoy,” she whispered back.

Kait found when she leaned back a little further, he would be able to rub her clit while they rocked.

“Will you tease Clio with a finger?”

He licked his finger and touched her gently. Clio was standing up and he moved his finger around it slowly. Kait vibrated at the sensations it created.

“Ahhhh, that feels fantastic, but I can’t see your cock anymore. Your arm’s in the way.”

“Don’t know how to resolve the problem. The arm is connected to the fingers. If I move the arm…”

“I’m pre-med! I know what’s connected to what,” she laughed back.

“I concede your superior medical knowledge. Do you want me to stop doing this…” he teased back, moving his finger faster with a little more pressure.

“Oooooh, no… Uh, yes. Ummm… no. Well, yes. It feels great, but, as I said before, watching Nickie sliding in and out is exceptionally titillating. So, yes. I’ll take over and we can both watch ‘The Fuck.’ Ok?”

“The Fuck? Such colorful language from one so young and inexperienced,” he giggled.

“And you’re older and wiser? Oh… wait… We have exactly the same amount of sexual experience. You have fucked exactly the same number of people, the same number of times, the same different positions… am I right?”

“Once again, I find I must concede to your position. Besides, I agree, it is totally titillating to watch, what we’re feeling.”

They stopped talking and let themselves go with the erotic sensations washing through their nervous systems. Watching ‘The Fuck’ at the entry/exit point, was their visual focus. They lived in the moment and everything else was secondary. She came first with a small ejaculation and a large, loud moan. He felt the heat of her on himself and joined her in bliss. His cum pushed in her. They embraced and kissed as the orgasms faded.

Kait, once again, thought about how lucky they were to have found each other. She felt his finger between them. She leaned back and saw him bring some of their goo to his lips. His tongue tasted the mixture.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“It might taste better in coffee, but it’s not bad. Your description of salty and sweet is accurate. We complement each other,” he chuckled.

…

Later in October they went on another sexcapade. The plan was a joint effort and based on a more balanced risk versus sexy fun equation. Getting ‘caught’ twice was enough. They selected a location on campus, thus avoiding the local constabulary. A large roundabout at an intersection of three sidewalks had a tall statue of Pegasus on top of an obelisk. A three-foot tall brick wall circled it with a five-foot hedge behind the wall. The diameter of the enclosure was at least twenty feet. There was a wrought iron gate with a missing lock that led to the hidden interior.

They ate lunch there several times and noticed how impenetrable the hedge was. Looking in the gate, you could only see across the interior. Immediately to the left and right of the gate was hidden by the curve and the obelisk base blocked the view directly across. The foot traffic was light when classes were in session, allowing an opportunity to slip inside. They would bring a lock to prevent anyone from wandering in. Finally, they put a couple of blankets in two backpacks.

To ensure they could get in unnoticed, they sat next to the gate for a few minutes. They slipped in and put their lock on the gate. The plan was to set up to the side of the gate. After unpacking their ground cover, they waited fifteen minutes to make certain no one had seen them and called the grounds crew.

Kait wore a light cotton dress with a floral print. Nick was in shorts and a T-shirt. They both wore tennis shoes. Nick sat on the blanket. Kait remained standing and pulled her panties off. She stepped across his lap and pulled his head and lips towards her labia. He licked and kissed, while she rubbed against him.

Classes ended and hundreds of students passed through the roundabout on the way to the next class or home. The noise was intoxicating. Kait sat on the blanket to the left of Nick’s side and leaned in to kiss him.

“The idea that all those students are passing us unaware of what we’re up to is floating my boat,” she said in a normal tone of voice.

“It is incredible,” he replied.

He turned his head left, allowing her to lean further over his body. With his right hand he reached under her leg and rubbed his thumb around her clit. She moaned, spreading her legs further apart. It was not long before she was wet and ready. She moved up on her knees and helped him take his shorts and briefs off. Leaning in she kissed him deeply and stroked bostancı escort his cock, which was already hard. She used some of her own moisture to slick him up.

Kait pulled the top of her dress down around her waist and mounted him with her weight on her knees. He kissed and fondled her breasts until she leaned in again to kiss him. She rode him hard bouncing up and down by flexing her thighs. They were so turned on by being outdoors, surrounded by so many students, and banging away. It wasn’t going to last. Realizing how close they both were, Kait leaned back and assumed the Golden Arch position. She pulled her dress off.

Nick was happy to slow things down. This was too exciting to rush through. They rocked very slowly together. She was mesmerized observing ‘The Fuck’ again. It was just so wonderful to watch him push in, while feeling it. She had been looking intently for a while and glanced up to see Nick’s eyes riveted on the same point. She giggled.

“What?” he asked.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it. Being with you like this. I was finding it hard to look away and then I saw you were totally captured by it too.”

“It’s special. Seeing me with you… in you… uh, I… It just blows my mind.”

They laughed with joy and pleasure. Maintaining a subdued pace, they lounged in the luxury of every second. After a while it grew much quieter. The next classes must have started, leaving few students traversing the roundabout.

“Let’s finish up. I do have a class in an hour or so,” he said.

Kait moved up with her feet beside his hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and squatted down onto Nickie. He helped her by holding it up for her to slide down, then he wrapped his arms around her waist. She began using Kegels to squeeze him as she bounced on his lap. They were so aroused by this experience, that orgasms quickly followed for both. She ejaculated first, closely followed by Nick. When they were done, she pushed him forward onto his back and lay on his chest.

They lay there until Nickie limped out. Kait moved down and used her tongue to clean their mingled cum from Nick’s stomach and cock.

“Would you like to clean me up?” she asked.

Nick was startled. He had previously tasted their juices combined, but there was going to be a lot more than a finger full.

“Sure… Uh, why not?”

“You don’t have to.”

He thought, ‘If she did me, how could I refuse to do her?’

“I want to,” he lied.

She kissed him and then turned away, offering herself. The cum gumbo was thick and creamy. A couple of tablespoons were running down her labia. He hesitated briefly but ultimately did the deed. It wasn’t as good as it looked, and it still tasted more salty than sweet.

…

Early in November, they were in Nick’s bed for several hours, studying for upcoming tests. They were only wearing T-shirts and undies.

“Let’s take a break,” she suggested.

Nick dropped his textbook and agreed. Kait stood on her knees and pulled him flat on the bed. She crawled on top of him and repeatedly kissed his nose.

“You have a sexy nose,” she giggled and kissed it a few more times.

Nick laughed, “Everything about you is sexy.”

She shuffled over his pelvis and pulled his T-shirt up. After inserting her finger in his belly button, she stirred it around. He laughed and pushed her hand away. She slipped past his and poked him a few more times. Nicks knees were up and Kait leaned back against them. He touched her clit through undies, then her nipples through her T-shirt. She wiggled side to side, giggling. Then leaned forward and shimmied her breasts over his face, laughing. He reached up to grab her, but she leaned back.

Kait took her T-shirt off and threw it on top of Nick’s face. Leaning in again she slipped under the T-shirt and kissed him passionately. He rubbed his hands over her butt, tickled her sides, then rolled over on top. They continued to kiss. She bashed his butt with her heel and then rolled them over again. She was on top briefly because he rolled them over once more in the same direction. They almost fell off the bed, which got them both laughing.

They rolled back to the center of the bed, and he suckled her nipples. Kait pulled her legs up and they lay in the missionary position gazing at each other with hands in their hair. Her stomach rumbled.

Nick laughingly said, “Is your stomach growling because you want to eat me?”

They wrestled while laughing and she pulled off his T-shirt. He ended up back on top.

She whispered, “Take off your underpants.”

Nick stood up on the bed and got his briefs off, then dropped to his knees pushed her legs apart, moving up closer and began rubbing her calves. She rubbed his cock gently.

“My cute little cat, named ‘Nickie.’ No, it looks more like a one-eyed snake.”

They both laughed. He quickly became erect and reached to remove her panties. Kneeling again, he moved up close. She tuzla escort lifted her hips off the bed for him to rub his cock against her wet slit. He dragged it up and down, quickly finding moisture. She slid forward more, attempting to get him to insert. He played with her and laughed, but quickly allowed her to take him. She remained ‘bridged’ up and rocked around his cock.

Nick began massaging her clit with his thumb, then bent over to kiss her, while she kept grinding a circle around him. A few minutes later, he put his knees under her. She continued to provide all the humping, while he kissed and fondled her breasts. He pulled her up off the bed in an embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he began thrusting forcefully. She bounced on his pushes, until they both got close to orgasms.

He laid her down on the bed and slowed his thrusting. When he bent to kiss her nipples, she pulled him into a sideways missionary position. They gently made love for a few minutes. She then rolled to her back and lifted her outside leg. He began fucking her furiously for a while. When he slowed down again, they kissed ardently.

Kait rolled on top in the cowgirl position, but quickly lay against his chest. On her upstroke, she went to the top before pushing back down over him. Moving slowly at first, she gradually increased speed. Several times she went too high, and Nickie escaped. They laughed and kept going. She came first with a larger than normal ejaculation. Her hot release ran down Nickie and across Nick’s balls.

“My god! That was soooooo hot!” she said.

Then she changed her movement to focus on his cockhead. She rapidly rode only the head in a twerking motion.

“Do you like it that way?” she asked.

“Ummm, yes,” he whispered.

With their fingers interlaced she held herself off him and continued to twerk on his helmet. He grabbed two handfuls of her ass and shot his load. She kept going more slowly and his cum began to leak around the action. She slowed down dramatically and eventually allowed Nickie to come out and rest against her butt crack. She continued to rock slowly. His erection began to fail, and Nickie slid down her butt cheek. She leaned forward and kissed him, then shook her legs side to side laughing with pleasure.

“That was fun!” she said.

“Who knew laughter produces bigger orgasms,” he replied.

…

Later in November, Nick did his second checkout dive and received his SCUBA certification. The Key Largo trip date was coming up fast. Kait called a meeting to make final plans for the trip.

“Nick and I will be doing some SCUBA diving on the reefs in the Florida Keys National Marine Sanctuary. Some of those sites will also be good for snorkeling. We don’t have to pay rent and I will pay for the boat gas…”

“We should split that four ways,” Beth interrupted.

“It costs over $1100 to fill the boat. I’ll put it on my debit card. My parents won’t mind at all.”

“If you’re sure…” Beth continued.

“Thanks, but what I’d like you all to do is buy the food and drinks. There’s a Publix a couple of miles north on US 1 from where we’ll be.”

Chris asked, “Is the boat safe to go out to the reefs? I’ve never been on the ocean before.”

“The boat is a Boston Whaler 330 Outrage. It’s powered by two 350 horsepower Mercury engines. It’s rated for a capacity of fourteen people. You will not only be safe, but you’ll be comfortable. It has huge lounge seats up front, a dive door with ladder on the port side, a small refrigerator, a built-in propane grill, and a head with toilet, sink, and freshwater shower.”

“Wow! How much did it cost?” Nick blurted out. “Oops! I guess that was impolite.”

“It cost over a half million dollars. And we get to use it for free!” Kait replied.

They worked on some travel logistics and a shopping list for food to last the week. It was decided to leave Saturday morning before the school break.

The following Saturday the group got on the road at 8:00am and had lunch at Alabama Jack’s on Card Sound Road near Key Largo. They arrived at the house in the midafternoon. After unpacking, Beth and Chris went to Publix with the shopping list. Kait and Nick took the boat to a marina to fill the tank. Once they were all back at the house, everyone changed into their bathing suits, and they went out for a boat ride.

Exiting Port Largo via the canal parallel to Ocean Cay Street, Kait took them out into the Atlantic. She headed north up to South Creek and into Largo Sound. Next, she went through Adam’s Cut into Florida Bay. All along the way, there were amazing homes and beautiful boats. They got back around dusk. After quick showers they went to Mrs. Mac’s Kitchen, a great seafood restaurant, for dinner.

Back in the house after dark, Nick suggested skinny-dipping. Neither Beth nor Chris had been outside naked, and they were surprisingly uncomfortable.

Nick teased them, “Come on! Y’all jerk off in front of ten other people at the M Club and you had sex right next to us. What are you afraid of?”

“What if a boat full of strangers comes down the canal and sees us?” Beth asked.

“We could ‘moon’ them.” Kait proposed playfully.

“I brought a bottle of Jack Daniels. I’ll mix us a couple of Lynchburg Lemonades. You won’t care who comes down the canal,” Chris suggested.

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My name is Kelly. I’m pretty much a loner. Lifting weights is my primary interest and I’ve built up a massive physique. Guys at the gym, who are fucking huge by any bodybuilding standard, refer to me as “freaky big.” All my heavy muscle tapers down to a little 32 inch waist, and its quite a proportional contrast that emphasizes my unbelievable muscular development. All the immence body builders stare at me all the time, not sexually, but in respect for the sheer amount of muscle mass I’ve packed on. They’re also amazed and impressed with how much weight I’m lifting.

The thing is, I’m also very shy, which seems inconsistent with having such an ultra-muscular body. At well over six foot tall and 290 pounds of heavily layered muscle, I can be physically imposing and intimidating. I don’t mean to be like that, but it does keep people away so I don’t have to interact with them. I generally don’t like to show off my muscles unless it’s for assessing my development, or for comparing myself to other super big guys in the gym for perspective and affirmation that I’m a lot bigger than they are.

I’m also extremely well endowed, over a foot long with a beer can girth. I’m not inclined to show that off either. For example, I never shower at the gym to avoid being ogled. I feel uncomfortable with getting a lot of attention, and figure everyone would make giant cock jokes about me. I know that these feelings might seem counterintuitive for a guy like me. Part of me actually does want to be a show off. However, something physiological interferes with me doing so. I guess I’ve learned to accept my shyness.

I’ve only had a few girlfriends. After all, who wants to hang out with a giant muscleman who doesn’t have an outgoing bone in his body, and just lifts weights all the time? Not only that, when I did screw them I tore them up, and then they had excuses after that. At first they seemed to really get off on my body, and on sucking such a massive cock, at least for a while. However, constantly struggling with the size and weight of my cock took it’s toll and they only hesitatingly engaged in sexual activities with me.

One girlfriend was even diagnosed with TMJ after several weeks of struggling to suck my monster cock. Not only that, but they had to deal with my unnaturally large loads, which they thought were gross. Actually, I never believed that these girls were really that attracted to me anyway, and not really into sex with me either. I yearned for someone who fully appreciated everything about me, but sadly assumed it would never happen.

My apartment is my sanctuary. I rarely go out except to the gym. The other day the neighbor from across the hall was leaving his apartment at the same time I was returning from the gym. He was small, thin, attractive, and had short blond hair. It looked like he was a little over five feet tall and at most 100 pounds. His facial features were soft, feminine, and alluring. I guessed he was 18 or 19 years old. It looked like he probably had a hairdresser given how nice his hair was styled.

I noticed that he glanced at my body several times, but didn’t over do it like most people. His voice and his slightly angular features were the only thing that gave away his gender, but it certainly wasn’t that obvious. My guess is most people think he’s a girl or tomboy, and a very cute one at that. I didn’t feel put off or uncomfortable around him, and he introduced himself…

“Hi, I’m Terry and its so nice to finally meet you Kelly.” He explained that he got my mail once by mistake and learned my name that way.

“I’m glad to meet you Terry. Neighbors should be friends. If you need anything please let me know.”

“Thank you Kelly. It looks like you’ve been lifting weights.”

“Yeah, I just got done with my workout.”

“You look amazing Kelly, you really must work out very hard. I mean, you’re so big and muscular.”

I liked how he acknowledged my body so positively. He seemed like a sincere and caring guy. It was refreshing interacting with him, and I didn’t have those anxious sensations I normally get when interacting with other people. I responded, “Well, thanks for the complement, I feel bigger after my workout, and I probably stink.”

“Oh no, I don’t think you stink Kelly. It’s just a strong masculine scent from working out your giant muscles all the time. It’s to be expected from someone as big, strong, and active as you.”

Terry seemed to blush a little when he said that, as though he thought he may have been too forward. At that point I was encouraged to take a closer look at him. He was wearing tight baby blue pants with a tight and thin mauve-colored short-sleeve shirt that had a scooped neckline. He also wore a delicate gold necklace and a small gold bracelet with brightly colored stones. I was attracted to him but had no idea if I should pursue a friendship. It struck me that he accepted what I looked like and actually appreciated it. Terry certainly didn’t make me feel like a giant freak.

His thin little body had a feminine look ataşehir escort and also seemed pretty toned up, so I asked “You must exercise a lot yourself….you’re obviously in great shape.”

“Wow, thank you so much for saying that. I do yoga all the time and it keeps me thin and my little muscles get firm and toned.”

“I can see that Terry. You look good.”

“Me? You should talk Kelly! I can’t believe your super-muscular body, it’s so overpowering.”

I was wearing my long sleeve navy blue warm up suit and it looked really filled out and almost bursting, especially around my chest, arms, shoulders, and thighs. Terry kept looking at my body, and instead of being nervous about his ogling, I actually enjoyed it. Then Terry said, “I’m sure we will see each other a lot, after all we live right across the hall from each other!”

“I’d like that Terry.”

“See you soon Kelly.”

“Good bye Terry.”

I found myself thinking about Terry a lot that night. In fact, I kicked myself for not being more bold and asking him out. But what would people think if they saw us together? What if my gym mates saw me with him? I also considered that most people would think Terry is a girl anyway because he’s so cute and feminine looking. Even his clothing is feminine and sexy.

Later that night in bed I had a flashback about our chance meeting in the hallway and realized he fixed his gaze many times on the big crotch bulge protruding distinctly from my warm up pants. My package is so immense that it’s pretty much impossible to avoid showing a massive bulge no matter what I’m wearing. When I wear Levi’s it’s ridiculously obvious and very extreme, so I rarely do so.

Terry did several double takes at the massive rounded bulge. I’m used to that from people. However, I liked how he tried to disguise his attraction, how his face got flushed, and how he couldn’t help himself from returning to it over and over again with quick probing glances. As I continued to think about it I got very big and hard. I started to fantasize about showing him how big my cock is and how much sperm explodes out of it. All this resulted in self-adoration and a very intense orgasm, more intense than I can remember. Thick ropes of wad shot out all over the place. Terry was already getting to me, big time.

I got up the next day and consistent with my normal schedule, left for the gym about 10:30 in the morning. After I locked the door and turned to leave I heard Terry’s door open part way, enough for him to stick his head out and say good morning. It was unexpected and gave me a good feeling. I could see he was only wearing a white silk bathrobe that he held to keep from opening up too much, and most of his smooth legs were exposed because it was pretty short, just enough to cover his little butt. His legs looked shapely and feminine. The robe was open enough at the top so I could see some of his exposed upper body. His skin was creamy soft white. It was apparent that he was hairless. My body is shaved smooth to better show muscle, but his body was super smooth. His blond hair looked a little scruffy, like he just got out of bed. He looked so delicate and so cute…

“I just want to say that I hope you have a great workout today Kelly.”

“That’s so thoughtful of you Terry. I feel strong today, so it should be real

productive.”

“Well, you look stronger than anyone I’ve ever seen. Maybe I’ll see you when you’re done.” I was wearing my typical warm ups, and at one point he looked at my bulge, but this time his look was more of a fixed stare. I turned to face him directly and give him a better look. I heard him slightly moan at the sight of it. I could tell he was trying unsuccessfully to suppress his moan, but it was like an uncontrollable sexual reflex. He bit the side of his lower lip, in awe of what he clearly saw and tried to comprehend.

While at the gym I had time to think about my feelings as I worked out. I was starting to get very enamored with Terry. Thoughts of him powered my lifting. I did more sets and more reps than ever before. I was getting a massive pump. I even fantasized about showing him how big and pumped up I was. Then doubt started to enter my mind…

I don’t even know if he’s seriously interested!

Maybe he’s just a very friendly type?

Perhaps he will ultimately get grossed out like my previous girlfriends?

More importantly, could I actually accept being with another guy?

After three hours I was finally wrapping up my training. I couldn’t believe how strong I was, even for my standards. It is amazing how Terry motivated me to have such a great workout. I was so pumped up that even other big bodybuilders in the gym couldn’t believe it. I rushed home, hoping I would see Terry and show him.

When I arrived at my front door I had hoped Terry would greet my like before, but he didn’t. At that point I thought it was time to show some proactive, friendly steps to communicate my interest in getting pendik escort to know him better. Mustering my confidence, I turned and knocked on Terry’s door. Five seconds later he opened it, almost like he was waiting for me to knock. He looked great and even seemed to have a subtle amount of makeup on….”Hi Kelly! So glad to see you again. What a treat! Would you like to come in?”

Terry was wearing light brown knee high tights and a thin cream-colored sleeveless yoga top. His body looked somewhat more feminine than I realized, probably because his outfit was a little more revealing. I was very attracted to him.

I said, “Sure, I’d love that Terry,” and I entered his apartment. The first thing I noticed was how clean and tidy it looked.

Terry stopped in his tracks and said, “Kelly…. My God, you look even more muscular than before.”

“Well, I had an incredible workout and got even more pumped up than normal.”

“That’s an understatement, and you smell like you really exerted yourself.”

“I’m sorry about that Terry, I didn’t shower last night so I’m probably way too ripe at this point. I better go get cleaned up…. Don’t want to stink up your apartment.”

“No… No Kelly, that’s not what I meant. I don’t mind it at all. It’s such an intriguing strong musky scent.”

What a contrast to all the girls I dated who always insisted I shower after the gym. I felt sexier knowing he liked my strong manly smell.

“Well…. Thank you Terry. I guess it comes with the territory if your gonna spend time with a gym rat.”

“I would love to spend time with a big muscular gym rat.”

“You’re so sweet Terry.”

Unlike everyone who stared at me, I loved his probing looks. It was more of an adoring type of look, and somewhat sexy. This time he glanced at my bulge more obviously, basically fixing he’s eyes right on it. I got the feeling he wanted me to know he was impressed and even inescapably drawn to it….

“You’ve got a lot of different kinds of very big bulges Kelly.” He looked up into my eyes and smiled mischievously as he said that.

At that point he showed me around his apartment. It was very well decorated. When he showed me his bedroom I noticed a poster of a big muscleman on the wall. That was sure informative! Then, I saw what looked like a big cock-shaped dildo on the nightstand. Terry saw it too, and panicked….

“Oh no, I feel so embarrassed!”

He put his hands over his face in shame. Things got awkward, and I responded, “Terry, it’s OK, really. Don’t feel bad. Please…”

I was feeling more and more protective of Terry and instinctively hugged him. He was emotional and started crying. I didn’t say anything and just kept holding him and rubbing his back. He felt so small in my arms. I went with my feelings and kissed his forehead tenderly. He was melting in my arms and calming down. I looked back over at the dildo as I continued to hug him, and could see it was a very large one. Maybe that’s why he seemed so infatuated with my giant bulge?

Terry kept his head on my chest. He obviously didn’t mind my smelly body and I loved how his little hands lightly caressed my big muscles. He was vulnerable and said he wanted to tell me something….

“Kelly?”

“Yes Terry, what is it?”

He wiped tears from his eyes and said, “I really like you and need to be honest and forthcoming….I love being feminine, so much so that I’m taking hormones that are changing my body. I even had electrolysis hair removal and I’m totally hairless from the neck down. The hormones even stopped my facial hair. I feel like a girl now and I’m even growing tiny breasts. As you can see I also tend to get very emotional.”

I put both my big strong hands on either side of Terry’s face and held it, looking into his eyes, and said, “I think that’s sexy as hell. I fully understand because I’m also on hormones. Only my hormones are to help build giant muscles. How do you think I got so fucking massive?”

Terry put his face into my chest again and hugged me tenderly, and wouldn’t let go. I didn’t want him to let go. He was breathing in deeply through his little turned up nose and rubbing it ever so delicately on my thick muscled chest. We stayed like that for a long while. He felt wonderful.

Terry was now feeling better about what happened and went over to his nightstand and put the big dildo in the drawer. In doing so he made sure I got a good look at just how big it was. My guess was that it was ten inches long and very thick. He grabbed the middle of it and as he did so each end sagged heavily and bounced around when he moved it. Then he looked back at me and said, “So, I guess my secrets out….I’m a super-size queen!”

I laughed and said, “Yep, no way around that Terry.”

“Seriously Kelly, I just love massive cock.”

It was apparent that unlike the girls I’ve dated, he would really appreciate my monster, especially because it was substantially larger than his massive dildo. I was ümraniye escort hoping I’d get a chance to show it to him some day.

He returned to me and said, “Why don’t you display the results of your hard workout for me?”

I was thrilled he asked, and replied, “Sure, should I take off my warm up top?”

“Oh yeah, I’ve been curious what you’d look like shirtless ever since I first saw you!”

I unzipped my top and removed it. Terry quickly brought his hands to his mouth and then softly said “Oh my!”

Then I started flexing and he said, “You’ve got to be kidding me! Could all that massive muscle actually be real?”

Encouraged, I kept at it and loved the overwhelmed look of lust in his eyes. I felt so big and manly as I showed off my physique. Terry cautiously approached me and tentatively reached out to touch the massive slabs of heavy muscle. I desperately wanted to feel his touch and said, “Go ahead Terry, I’d love your hands on me.”

Hearing that, he started lustfully worshiping my body in total wonderment as I continued to flex for him. He even leaned his head forward and started sniffing me and moaning. He seemed to be really loosing himself now. My cock was growing and my bulge was expanding….

Then the doorbell rang! Terry cried out, “Oh shit! Oh, fuck! I forgot, it’s the apartment repairman, he’s here to fix my toilet. I have to let him in.” I quickly put my top back on as Terry helped me, and then he answered the door.

As the repairman entered I said, “I better go Terry, we can talk later. Hope he can repair your toilet.” I left and nodded to repairman as I walked past him. He looked at me like, “What the hell is this monster?”

Terry was obviously very disappointed and so was I. After returning to my apartment I closed the door and sighed. I can’t remember ever being so turned on and confident about my considerable sexual assets. It was evident that I’d already bonded with Terry, and I was incredibly excited.

I was so turned on that I removed my cloths and went over to the full-length mirror, looking at myself as if to confirm what Terry observed. I was getting so excited looking at my body and the need for release was overpowering me. I realized that I was much smellier than I thought and my monster cock was starting to ache as if it was getting way too hard. I touched it and reached down to my big balls and lightly massaged them. They felt super plump and heavy in my hand. I wanted to blow a big wad and felt like such a super-stud.

I jacked the full length, all 12 plus beer can thick inches of it. I wished that I could show it to Terry and see his reaction to this vein covered monster. I could smell the strong scent of my big cock and balls now, and wanted Terry to smell it too. I was pumping my enourmous meat and aiming it at the mirror. I was close to blowing up the mirror with multiple shots of super-thick wad, just like I’d done countless times before, and then…

The doorbell rang and snapped me out of my self-love. Shit, should I ignore it? What if it’s Terry? Then I heard Terry’s voice yelling out, “It’s me Kelly, can we talk?” I quickly grabbed my bathrobe, put it on, and answered the door.

“Come in Terry, I was about to jump in the shower.”

“I’m so sorry about the repair guy, that was sure bad timing.”

“It sure was Terry.”

He was looking around my place and said, “So, this is what a big muscleman’s apartment looks like, huh?”

“I guess I’m not a very good house-keeper Terry.”

At that point Terry turned his attention to me, “Let’s start over Kelly. I want you to show me again. Here, let’s take this robe off you so we can really enjoy everything.”

As the robe fell to the floor, he looked at the entirety of my naked body and said, “Oh Kelly, you’re way too much, so very manly, and look at that giant cock….Oh my, those big heavy balls must weigh at least a pound each.”

He saw the full-length mirror behind me and asked if I was looking at myself when he knocked, and I answered truthfully, “How did you know Terry? I guess you made me so horny that I lost control.”

“Well Kelly, my first clue are all the dried splattered stains all over the mirror, and I see the floor in front of the mirror has the same issue.”

i looked over at it and it did have lots of dried cum stains, and said, “Looks like we both embarrassed ourselves today Terry.”

“Mmmmmmm, but that mirror is so hot Kelly. By the looks of it you should be very proud of your ungodly potency.”

He came to me and started kissing and caressing my muscles…

“You are so huge and look at all these big muscle veins popping out. Your sure getting smellier too, and this monster cock keeps hitting up against my little body and it can’t be ignored any longer.”

He went to his knees and delicately started licking on it, smacking his lips, and tasting it, “Mmmmmmmmm, it tastes delicious.”

Terry continued to lap on my giant cock, “Oh my, I better attend to those jumbo balls! I think they’re getting even bigger and heavier, let’s see how they taste.”

He started licking on my big balls lovingly, and then more aggressively as his cravings for their intense manly flavor overwhelmed him. I grabbed his head and holding it with both hands rubbed my big cock and balls all over his face. He loved it…”Oh wow, are you marking me with your super-manly scent?”

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And so the summer was beginning. Bill left for San Diego after a great going away party. And I, of course, sent him off with the best sex I could devise. I will genuinely miss Bill. And I hope we keep in touch. My harem was down from six to three and that made me sad. There was nothing I could do to get Ken or Desi back, but I truly cared for them. And still do. But there seems to be no way to keep in touch with them. They just couldn’t handle the sex thing. I guess not many men could.

But I must bring you up to date on what happened outside the house. I mentioned the way I came into contact with Bobby. It was after one of my nude modeling jobs at the college. On my way home in a secluded field I inadvertently came upon him masturbating behind a tree. He had been one of the students drawing me that day, and I had turned him on. More than he could stand for long; he couldn’t wait to get home to jerk off. And it turned me on that I had turned him on. Long story short, I gave him a hand job and then walked the rest of the way to his apartment with him.

After that I would meet up with him regularly after that class. Usually we would just walk back to his place together. I had decided that I would not favor him with a hand job unless he was particularly horny. But he is a guy, after all. He was always particularly horny. Also, I was his only female acquaintance. I didn’t mind helping him out, but I was concerned that he might become more demanding, or that he might get romantic. I was watching him closely for any danger signals, and I made it clear that I was not open, at this point. He knew I had “boyfriends” and he took what I did as kindness and not romantic at all.

As I got to know him, and felt more safe around him, I could see that he was really a good guy. Good but damaged like me. He had grown up the third in a large family on a little subsistence farm about fifty miles away. He had been home schooled and had come to the college here on a scholarship he had won. Good scores on tests and a good portfolio. But he was socially awkward, as you might expect. His family had been pretty isolated, deliberately so, and he was painfully shy around women especially. He just needed a girl friend who was not me. We had both been damaged by our upbringing, but I had escaped from mine more easily than he was escaping from his. Gary had helped me; I thought I might be able to help Bobby. His sexual tension was enormous. He clearly could not handle being single. I was sure he had to masturbate every night, maybe more than that. And he had his nude sketches of me, and I knew he masturbated while looking at them. Getting an eye-full of naked women wasn’t why he took the drawing class though. He was a very good sketch artist, much better than I was. I was turned on by the realism of his sketches of me in class naked. Much better and they would have been almost photographic in quality.

I explained about our house, that we had a group marriage, that I was living with four (at the time) guys and that they were all my “boyfriends”. It was a completely new idea to him, but after his shock he seemed to accept it all without judging. Not judging is not that easy to do, either. To accept something you don’t really understand, have never imagined, could not even have existed in the world you were raised in, is hard. Especially if it is something sexual.

So the question was, could he become an addition to my “harem”? The question was probably churning around in his mind too. But when we all began living together, and having sex, we had already been a tight group of friends. Introducing a new guy, a stranger to Nick, Matt, and Derek, would be considerably more complicated. They would need to become close friends with him first. It would take time. I don’t know if Bobby realized how complex it would be. But he was lonely. I did enjoy spending time with him, that one afternoon each week, and that may have helped him with his loneliness, as well as his sexual tension a little. But a hand job once a week won’t go far. The only relatively quick solution for him would be for him to find a serious girl friend somewhere.

And so it was, in one of my weekly meetings with Andrea, the militant feminist, his name happened to come up. I mentioned that I had become friends with Bobby and she asked, “Bobby who?”

Then I realized I had never asked his last name. “Just Bobby. I never asked his last name.”

“You met him in class?”

“Yes, he is a freshman this year, art major. He is advanced and is taking some upper level drawing classes.”

“Oh. Let me guess. You were a nude model in one of his classes and he tried to pick you up?”

“Yes. But not exactly like that. He didn’t try to pick me up. I was walking home across the fields and I accidentally surprised him masturbating.”

“Ah. Accidentally?”

“Yes. I am sure it was an accident. I have seldom seen anyone that embarrassed.”

“Describe this guy.”

“He is maybe shorter than average. Red hair. Very skinny. Bad complexion. Blue eyes.”

“Wait a minute. I know this kid. Rents an apartment in town?”

“Yes. How did you meet him.”

“I am a TA in an intro to sociology class and kurtköy escort he is in it. But his name isn’t Bobby.”

A sudden stab of fear. “What do you mean?”

“His last name is Bobbington. Some old English name or something. His first name is so weird he has every one call him Bobby.”

Relief. “What is his first name?”

“Almanzo, I think. Something like that.”

“Oh! Like in the book!”

“Book?”

“Yes, it is one of the Little House books. People from my social milieu commonly use it in home school.”

“You were home schooled?”

“No, but I know my people. They are pretty good books, actually, mostly.”

“By ‘social milieu’ I assume you mean narrow bigoted backward fundamentalists?”

“That is not a fair description, not for all of us, but yes, something like that.”

“OK, so this guy is damaged goods. You like to pick up strays, don’t you?”

That gave me pause. What other strays had I picked up? The guys in the house? I suppose Bill would have qualified as a stray, though I preferred to think of him as a lost sheep. “Yes, I guess I do. Bobby is damaged, but in the same way I was. If I hadn’t met Gary back when I was a senior I would probably still be back in my home town trying to cope with things. Maybe I can help him out.”

“Wait. Have you had sex with this guy?”

“Yes and no. I haven’t done more than give him a hand job.”

“And he hasn’t tried to push for more, to take advantage of you.”

“Not at all.”

“Hmmm. I am skeptical that any man’s intentions can stay good when the possibility of sex is involved.”

“I understand. I am watching for the warning signs. I explained to him my living environment, and that I wasn’t open to any kind of romantic connection with him.”

“Trust me. He doesn’t want romance. He just wants sex. Though he might not be able to tell the difference.”

“You may be right but I think I will notice the signs if anything starts going wrong. And I will run if I do.”

“Good. I think you have been really lucky with the guys you’ve got. How big is your ‘harem’ now?”

“I am down to three. Bill left for San Diego after finals. He got a good job down there.”

“Well, be careful. If you pick up many strays you are in danger of becoming a sex therapist. Though your methods are unorthodox to say the least.”

That got me to thinking. Maybe I really could help the sexually wounded people escape from their youth. And it could be fun at the same time. But I knew I had better be careful. Sex is powerful stuff. Like C4, or whatever that stuff is that blows up.

At any rate, I decided to take things up a notch. It was the beginning of the summer I decided that I would give Bobby a blow job. I was sure Bobby was a virgin, like Ken had been, and if he thought the same way as Ken he would not consider a blow job as a violation of his virginity. That is a form of logic I just don’t understand. If a guy has an orgasm in your pussy he is not a virgin but if he has an orgasm in your mouth he is still a virgin? It doesn’t make sense, but sex is not exactly a rational activity.

I did have a sexual relationship to the three guys in the house, an intense one, but we had not made vows to each other. There was no assumption that we would be exclusive to each other. I knew that all three of them had women outside the house. They had all had girl friends before we had become a thing all together. There was no idea that we were all supposed to be faithful to each other. Even I, as the “house slut” was not under any obligation to them for my outside activities. There was no rule that kept me from having sex with Bobby except the fear that he would either become possessive on the one hand or broken-hearted on the other.

In summer, there were summer classes, but Bobby was not in one with me, either modeling or as a fellow student. So we kept meeting up on Thursday afternoons and just visiting. Typically I would walk him back to his apartment. There I would take off my clothes and if he was hard — he was always hard — I would help him out. Then we would hang out for an hour or so and just talk about whatever. He really liked it that I kept off my clothes, and I enjoyed him seeing me too.

So fairly early in the summer, we took our usual walk home chatting about everything. He was interested in everything. As usual, when we got to his apartment I took off my clothes. Typically he already had an erection just out of anticipation. He didn’t need me to be naked and he never tried to touch me or take advantage. How many men would be that cautious of me? Normally I would unzip his pants and take his dick out, but this time I said, “You should take off your clothes too.”

He looked frightened. I knew that feeling, though I hadn’t been frightened about people seeing my body for two years now. “Why?”

“Because this time I am going to give you a blow job.” His mouth popped open and his eyes got very round. I unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it back. He was standing up so everything was easy. Then I unzipped his pants and pulled them down, And then his underwear. I guess he felt more exposed beykoz escort being totally naked because he made as if to hide his dick. But I had already seen his dick many times now so it was just his insecurity that made him do it.

I took hold of his dick like I usually do, wrapping my fingers around him. Then, instead of beginning to massage him, I knelt down in front of him and licked just the tip of his dick. A groan of pleasure went through him. He was uncircumcised so I used my tongue to peel back his foreskin the rest of the way, and took the head of his dick in my mouth. Then I pushed my face against him and took his whole dick in my mouth. His penis was a decent size, but his body was so skinny that it seemed even larger in proportion. I didn’t have much trouble getting his whole dick in my mouth. When I had it all the way in so that his balls were against my lips, I moved the back of my tongue back and forth across the head of his dick. It must have felt really good. I doubt it took even a minute before he came. And so much semen! I swallowed as much as I could with each ejaculation but I couldn’t get it all. Some dripped down from my mouth and down my chin and onto the floor. Of course, usually his cum just squirted out all over the floor, so this wasn’t much to deal with. When I was touching him his ejaculations seemed like the normal amount, but it sure felt like more in my mouth. Maybe getting his first blow job had stimulated more semen? I don’t know. His semen tasted saltier than what I was used to. I had tasted the semen of seven guys before Bobby, and his was the saltiest, but not unpleasantly so. I like the taste of semen.

He didn’t say anything. He was just breathing very hard, like he had run up the stairs. But he was pretty wobbly after his orgasm. I laid him down on the bed, and then I laid down beside him. We just laid there side by side while he gradually recovered. I watched his dick deflate slowly. We spent half an hour or so and didn’t talk much at all. Just lying side by side naked.

But time marches on, as they say. “I have to go now, Bobby.”

“Oh. Ah, OK.” I got up and started putting my clothes on. “Uh, Linda?”

“What?”

“Thank you.”

He was the first man who had thanked me for sucking them off. Maybe the guys in the house were taking me for granted? I smiled then. “You are welcome. I had fun too.” A pause. “I will see you next week, right?”

“Yes. Yes.”

I had mentioned to the guys that I was seeing Bobby regularly. They were curious about meeting him, but not urgent about it. They took it for granted that I was probably having sex with him. But no one felt the need to talk about it.

It was the end of summer. I was going to spend the last week of August at home visiting my parents, and I hoped to see Gary while I was there. It was the last week I was hooking up with Bobby before I left, and that is when I decided it was OK to let Bobby fuck me. Early afternoon and I had just come out of a class in which I had modeled so I was pretty turned on. Having those students looking at my naked body for three hours was always a turn on. Bobby met me at our usual rendezvous spot. He had gotten a summer job as an assistant at the school library. He needed the money. His parents had very little.

As we were walking back to his apartment, we got to talking about my trip home. I would be leaving in two days and wouldn’t see him again until all the dust settled in our next semester schedules. We were both in good moods, excited for the new year, happy at how the old year had gone. Bobby was really glad he hadn’t gone home for the summer and I was too. Before we got back to his place, as we were both beginning to anticipate what we would do there, I decided it was time to give him a head’s up (no pun intended). There was a pause in our conversation.

“I think we should do things a bit differently this afternoon. If it is OK with you.”

He was cautious. I knew he counted on my weekly favors. “Yeah? What were you thinking?”

“I think it is time that you fuck me.”

He halted in his tracks, entirely surprised. I guess it is not surprising he was surprised. He knew I didn’t want our relationship to evolve into a romance, and he probably equated fucking with falling in love. It is not a rare error.

It took him a while to figure out what to say. “Are you sure? I mean, that would be great. That would be more than I hoped for. But are you sure? I mean…”

“Yes. I am sure. I am not saying that I am in love with you or anything. I am saying that I trust you enough that you will keep our relationship in perspective. You will, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, sure. But won’t you’re uh, boyfriends, mind?”

“Not at all. We don’t have that kind of closed relationship. They would be totally OK with it. Each of them have outside relationships as well.”

He thought about it for a while. “I guess I don’t understand.”

“That’s OK. I don’t think many people would understand. All you have to do is accept it at face value and not get nervous or anything.”

“You know I’ve never…” He let it trail off, embarrassed.

“Bobby, üsküdar escort of course I know you are a virgin. If you don’t mind losing your virginity to me, then there is nothing to worry about.” He still looked worried. “Look, don’t worry about your performance. I will show you, teach you, all you need to know. You don’t need to be embarrassed.”

There was still something bothering him. “I would feel like I was just using you.”

“And that would be fine. I want you to use me. That is what I am offering. You can fuck me and I will guide you every step of the way, and at the end I hope you will have the best intro to fucking possible. I expect you to use me and I will enjoy being used. This will be a good thing. For me, but I hope especially for you.”

“OK.” We were arriving at his apartment by this time.

“I think we should start out like we usually do and then just gradually proceed.” I began taking off my clothes. When I was naked I stood in front of him with my legs slightly apart and my arms hanging down by my side. “Look at me. You’ve already seen me so much you must have my body memorized by now. You masturbate in front of my sketch, right?” He nodded. “And I imagine you fantasize when you do, right?” He nodded again. “Do you fantasize about fucking me?” He blushed this time and nodded again. “All right. Stare at my pussy right now and fantasize about fucking me.” It feels so good when a man is looking at my pussy and I know he wants me. I was getting all hot just watching him stare. “I am going to do my best to make your dreams come true.”

I walked up to him and put his hands on my breasts. “You have never touched my breasts before. That showed amazing restraint on your part and I appreciated it. But now you can touch them all you want.” At first he just held his hands against my breasts and gently squeezed them. Then he began to massage them a little. I took one of his hands, moved it away and put his fingers on the nipple. “Now squeeze my nipple. A little hard but not too hard. Kind of roll my nipple between your finger and thumb.” It was amazing how huge his dick had become. I had probably better not push him too far. I stared at the bulge in his pants and he blushed. “I have seen your dick so many times you don’t need to blush now. Let’s have it out.” I began pulling off his clothes. I didn’t want to have another mistake like with Ken. When Bobby did cum, I wanted it all in my pussy.

When he was naked I moved one of his hands to my pussy and pushed his hand flat against me. “Maybe we had better not wait too long. I don’t want you to cum prematurely.” So I moved over to his bed and lay down on my back and opened up my legs for him. “Now, Bobby, come here and lie down on top of me and I will guide your dick in.” He knelt down between my legs and moved down onto me. I grabbed his dick on his way down and moved it to the opening of my vagina as he did so. I had meant to have him play with my clitoris for a while first, but I wasn’t sure how long he would hold out. “OK, Bobby, all you have to do is push and you will be inside me.”

I felt him pushing his penis inside me, hesitantly at first, and then eagerly, all the way in. I felt his balls between my legs and his dick felt so good I could have screamed. I hadn’t realized quite how much I wanted him. “Now Bobby, use me. Just let your dick play inside me any way you want. Enjoy my pussy and when you can’t hold back just let it all happen. I want your cum inside me.”

He began pulling out and pushing back in, slowly at first, but I could tell he felt so good he wouldn’t last long. He began to moan every time he thrust into me, and I could tell he was getting close. “Just let yourself go, Bobby. I’m waiting for your cum. I want to be fucked. Any time. Any time now, Bobby. Go ahead. Let it cum. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Oh, fuck me!” And then he was fucking me, pushing his dick as hard as he could when his orgasm started. He barely had time to back his penis up for another thrust when the second ejaculation was on him. Over and over he thrust in as hard as he could and when he was done he just collapsed on me. It was shattering for him.

“And just like that you aren’t a virgin anymore.” He was breathing heavily, lying there on me with his dick still inside. He could barely talk at first. “I hope that was as good as your fantasy.”

“Oh, yes. Yes. I had no idea. I had no idea it felt so good.”

“Better than masturbation? Better than a blow job?”

“Oh, yes, yes, yes. Let’s do that again.”

“You thing you could?”

“I don’t know. Just being in you makes me want to fuck you again. I could fuck you all day.”

“If you can do it, go ahead.”

His dick was still erect inside me and he began moving it again. More slowly this time. I didn’t want him to quit. He kept moving in and out, for quite a few minutes. And then I could feel him sort of stiffen, inside, and I knew he was going to do it. Now he started moving more quickly and I was beginning to get close to cumming myself. I didn’t think he would make me cum though, It felt like he was going to get there first, but he surprised me. I felt myself getting up there, closer. If he held out a few more minutes I would cum, but he couldn’t quite make it. I felt his next ejaculation but too soon. This time, of course, his orgasm didn’t last as long. When he came back down I asked him if he could go for a third one, but I could already tell his dick was getting less rigid. I doubt he had anything left to give. He just shook his head.

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