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My Feather Girl Ch. 05b – For the world to see.

LEGALESE: Don’t read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction.

All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin.

Many thanks go to RF-Fast and thor_pf for editing and polishing. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style… and a strong reliance on spell check.

Copyright (c) 2018 by Acup

A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you’re looking for a stroker look somewhere else.

The disclaimers have been moved to the end of the story for my ADD readers.

This is the story of a young woman who has been keeping company with a rather pathetic guy who has succeeded in warping her sense of what a ‘normal’ relationship and sex should be. It’s about her finding an average young man and her learning that what she thought she knew really isn’t so, then slowly working through to what should be a normal relationship and coming to terms with it. Finally coming to be a lovely woman who doesn’t hide her body and eventually begins to enjoy and even revel in being looked at.

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I REALLY HATE ALARM CLOCKS! It seemed like I had just fallen asleep, but the clock said ten thirty pm. This was going to be a long night.

And Betty wasn’t going to be much help. A loose sleeveless top with large arm holes and low neckline over a long skirt that had TWO Velcro strips on each side. The only part of the skirt that actually physically connected front to back was the elastic strip at the waist and she had it pulled up as high as she could, almost to her belly button. She snickered as she demonstrated the large tuck in the back between her cheeks.

Going to have to christen Hank’s new shop tonight!

At least I was going to get a bit of a break from the floor, and Samuel said he was going to make my ‘hiring’ official Friday. There were ten other candidates for the position, but when he added training and board repair to the specifications I was locked in. And because I had a few things moved or misplaced doing repairs I was getting official approval to move my repair bench into the storage closet around the corner.

Now moving the repair set up from the shop to the storage room sounds simple, but we all know moving is anything but.

First off I had to move our special stack of bases out of the way so I could move a section of shelving up near the outlets for power, that necessitated emptying them to be able to move them. So I had stuff spread all over out in the hall.

“So are you actually making any progress down here?”

I looked over to see Betty leaning against the wall facing me. Her top pulled aside to bare her pierced nipple right above her crossed arms blocking the view from the security cameras and her leg kicked out in the long slit in her skirt, not quite putting her pussy in view.

“You’re ornery woman.”

Betty smiled and pulled the skirt open to show her pussy and a bit of a sheen on her wet thigh, “No, this is ornery.” She did at least run her finger through her pussy and wiped it on my lips before she left.

I had it mostly finished by late break. I did have to move a few things on the other side of my shelf / work bench though. Seems I had to have the back side accessible so Betty could get under the bench while I was sitting there working.

Fuck that’s not nice! Feeling my zipper go down and anticipating her lips around my cock while I sit on the stool. And I couldn’t see it, but it sounded like she had her fingers going in her pussy while she was sucking me down. I had a death grip on the edge of the bench as I unloaded down her throat. Barely staying upright as she pulled back and milked the last of my cum from my cock.

Betty came around the end of the shelving with a big grin. “Yeah, that will do,” as she wiped a big dollop of my cum from her cleavage and licked it from her finger.

I sat there trying to catch my breath, forgetting for a bit I was hanging out of my slacks under the bench. Betty’s uniform pants modification sure was handy though!

We were headed home, Betty leaned against me, my hand on her bare tit, her halter top pulled outside her tits letting me play with either one as I desired. Made me wish I had one hand for driving and two to play with her chest.

Betty was lightly tracing her finger on my hand playing with her tit. “Do we have anything planned for Saturday?”

“Just putzing around, lots of little things, but nothing special. Why?”

“Shauntane and Zack were thinking about stopping out.”

Shauntane! That would be sooo terrible to get a better look at those monsters. “Zack is her husband right? Don’t know if I’ve ever met him.”

“He works soft count. Big guy, we kid them they should switch departments.”

“Well at least we have the next day off if things drag out.” Sunday and escort arnavutköy Monday were our days off.

“Mmmmmmm,” as I rolled her nipple between my thumb and finger. “They probably won’t make it out until around lunch. Hard count works about a half a shift off from everybody else. Figured it would work out okay for Saturday.”

Betty walked to the house, her clothes coming off, what there was of them at least. Halter untied as she got out of the truck and deposited on the railing. Skirt pushed past her hip as she turned in front of the door letting it puddle around her ankles.

Betty put one hand behind my neck to hold me tight for a deep kiss while the other dropped my zipper and reached in for my hard cock. “You know I only got a taste of this last night,” as she led us into the house.

“And you think you need more than a taste do you?” as I cupped her ass and slid a finger between wet lips to her clit.

Betty moaned as I got a good grip on her ass. “Definitely,” Leading me by my cock sticking out of my pants to the couch. She just sat back and spread her legs drawing me right up to her wet pussy.

I just kept on going sinking balls deep in her.

“Fuuuuccckkkk…” she groaned.

“Okay,” grinning as I took ahold of her ankles and pinned them up to the back of the couch. A squeak and a grin was all the permission I needed. I just plain fucked my woman. Getting just the right rhythm to bounce her back into the cushions and back onto my cock, letting the cushions do most of the work to slap her deep onto my cock.

Saturday morning when we got home Betty was scurrying around, a quick meal and picking up around the house, getting everything ready to put on the grill later. About ten thirty a white escalade came down the driveway. Now Shauntane was not a small girl, but Zack. He had to be at least six four and all of two hundred pounds if not two fifty.

Of course I never even noticed her HUGE chest moving under that t-shirt. It wouldn’t have even occurred to me to look. Noooo never!

I almost laughed when Betty and Shauntane hugged, short skinny flat chested white woman and large huge chested black woman. It was in a word, HOT!

The girls disappeared into the house while I got the grill going and chatted with Zack.

Zack stopped mid-sentence, and I did the same when I turned. There was Betty and Shauntane, in bikinis!

Now part of it was I hadn’t seen Betty in a bikini that big since our first visit. It actually had decent sized string to it, and the back was more than an elastic string between her cheeks.

But Shauntanes was… MAN! A dark chocolate black woman, probably an E or F cup chest with a small C cup bikini. FUUUUCCCCKKKK! That day glow orange set off all the more by her dark chocolate skin. And the way her equally large nipples were popping out there was definitely no lining in that top.

Now Betty’s bikini was no slouch either. She didn’t get out that micro bikini she wore the last day we were here the first time, but it wasn’t much more. A tiny triangle that only covered about half of her mound with a lovely little bit of camel toe. The top had been retied as strapless, letting a nice bit of upper and lower tit show. Mmmmm, and the nicest hint of nipple ring.

I held my arm out to draw her to me, squeezing a nicely almost bare cheek and giving her a nice kiss. “You look good enough to eat.”

Betty ground her hip against my growing hard on, “I’ll hold you to that later.”

I slipped my fingers inside her bottom and stroked her rosebud, still a trace of lube from putting her plug in last night. I pushed just the tip of my finger into her ass, “Promises, promises,” as she let out a soft groan.

She pulled away with a grin, “And just for that I’m not going to let you oil me up, you’ll just have to watch Shauntane do me.” That being said as she walked with hips swaying to the lounger, her bikini bottom still pushed to the crack of her ass on one side from my playing and her not taking any notice of it or the looks from Zack.

I looked at Shauntane peeling away from Zack, her nipples even more pronounced, turning to follow Betty with her bottom also trying to find its way between her cheeks.

“They can be pure evil sometimes…”

Zack snickered and grinned, “Yeah, I don’t know how we put up with it.”

We both just stood there a bit watching them oil up, glistening in the mid-day sun. And BOTH of them teasing by oiling up their tits under their bikini tops like they were stroking their nipples.

Betty had just finished oiling her mound and moaning. “You going to put the food on the grill or are we going to eat it raw?”

I know what I was in the mood to eat raw.

I was just getting the burgers going and letting my cock settle down when Betty just stoked the fire.

“Hey Zack,” she called out. “You wouldn’t mind it if we got rid of a few tan lines would you?”

I looked over and Betty had undone istanbul escort kızları the string between her tits just holding it with one hand. Shauntane had her neck string undone and was ready to pull the cups down to bare her tits.

Zack started to turn to me.

“Don’t look at him, I already know his answer,” as she let the top separate a bit more, it was barely hanging on her nipples now with the top of her pink areola clearly showing. Shauntane hadn’t gotten quite that brave, but her nipples were standing up nice and proud.

Zack gulped, then looked at Shauntane grinning. “Well I guess that would be okay.”

Betty just smiled and quickly disposed of her top throwing it at me. I just smiled and tucked it on my pocket leaving the strings hanging out. She lay back cupping and squeezing a bit before lying back with an even bigger grin.

DAMN SHAUNTANE! What kind of monster dick is Zack hiding in there?

Shauntane wasn’t quite as enthusiastic, she kept her top beside her, but did tease Zack a bit making sure they were still properly oiled. And even in the mid-day heat, her nipples still stood proud in the middle of some huge areola.

Somehow with all that loveliness in front of us we managed not to burn the burgers and brats. Call it luck. I called lunch, and Betty jumped up and grabbed some plates getting everybody started. Shauntane was going to reach for her top, but Betty grabbed her hand and led her to the table.

I do love my fiancé, but those swinging monsters of Shauntane’s were not to be ignored, and Zack seemed to be taking a nice interest in Betty’s small chest and nipple ring, of which she seemed to be showing off a bit.

We had just started to eat, Betty sitting up proud while Shauntane was hunched a bit, her nipples barely above the edge of the table, when we heard a vehicle coming down the drive way.

We all turned to see the mail truck coming down the driveway.

Shauntane quickly raised her arm across her tits, her forearm barely covering her large areola. But she gasped when Betty got up and walked across the deck to meet Gregory still topless, and her bottom had pulled together to a thong in the back and the front had done its best to get between her lips.

“Afternoon Gregory.”

“Afternoon Betty,” handing her a small stack of letters and advertisements. “Having a bit of a get together?”

“Kinda,” going through the mail pulling out the important stuff. “Some friends from work. Getting rid of our tan lines.”

Gregory chuckled, “Now I know you’re pulling my leg.” He paused a moment glancing toward the table and waving. “You folks have a nice afternoon.”

Betty turned and stood for just a second with her back to him, then walked with a very exaggerated hip swing back to the table. After a few steps Gregory turned to get in his truck and headed back down the road.

Betty had sat down with Shauntane staring wide mouthed at her. “I can’t believe you did that. Standing there with your boobs out for him to drool over! He’s probably down at the end of the drive jacking off to it!”

Betty smiled, “Na, Gregory wasn’t staring at my boobs, he’s an ass man. Now if we’d stood in front of him and mooned him, then yeah, he might be jacking off to the sight of that.”

Mmmmm, now Hank looking at my boobs, that’s a different story…

Zack snorted his pop out his nose then started coughing and hacking. Shauntane looked lovely standing up to pat his back to help. Those tits can really get to swing when she lets them.

The conversation was a bit subdued for a bit, but picked back up as the girls were talking about the little things going on at work. Zack and I interjected only as necessary as we watched two animated girls using hands at they talked, said hand movement causing some nice swaying of tits, even a few nice jiggles from Betty and she wasn’t usually that animated.

We cleaned up after lunch, letting the girls get back to the seriousness of tanning. The early afternoon sun necessitating them turning the loungers toward us giving us an almost straight up between the legs view.

When we came out of the house we both stopped. Shauntane was leaning over Betty’s back applying oil, her tits having a gentle motion and the wiggle of her ass letting her bottom settle nicely between her cheeks. That was followed by Shauntane lying down, her big tits flattening out and bulging way beyond her sides as Betty leaned over her to do her back.

Mmmmm, Betty leaned over, her little bottom having somehow gotten even further up between her cheeks like a micro thong. Her oiling Shauntane giving her little tits some nice movement and her pierced nipple and ring even a little more.

We sat and ogled our women, only making the barest necessity of conversation lest it detract from the vision in front of us.

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“Did what?”

“Walked up to the mailman with your boobs hanging out.”

“He wasn’t really looking at escort bahçeşehir my boobs.” Shauntane snorted. “Okay yeah, he looked at my boobs just to be nice. But all he really wants to do is look at my butt. Was probably disappointed I had my bottoms on.”

“WHAT! You mean you’ve done that before?”

“Mmmm, we only see him on Saturdays. The rest of the week we’re in bed when he gets here in the afternoon. But the other ladies keep him occupied.”

“Other ladies?” she asked rolling to her side a bit to look at me.

I just smiled at the time he came up the drive at Linda’s when we were having a get together with the group. “Mmmm hmmm, there are a few of us on his route that tease him a bit. He calls himself a ‘menopause widower’, said he saw it in one of the ladies magazines.”

I sighed feeling a little sorry for him. “The story I got was she hit menopause and quit putting out more than a few times a year. But he’s a faithful married man, so between him looking at some of the magazines’ he delivers and a few of us letting him ogle, he stays sane.”

Shauntane giggled, “I don’t know if I could stay sane only getting it a few times a week much less a few times a year.” She paused a bit, “And Hank doesn’t mind?”

“Doesn’t seem to, but then the first time he saw me was when Chester and Linda were here so it was a decent intro.”

“Was she…”

I grinned at the memory of that day. “Yeah, we don’t usually wear anything around here. And Gregory is coming down the driveway a bit slow. I was a bit nervous at someone I didn’t know seeing me like that, but Linda just stood there and introduced us. Then she had me go get a glass of water for Gregory.”

“What’s that got to do with it?”

“I didn’t know Gregory was an ass man, and I still had my crystal plug in.”

“YOUR WHAT! You mean you take him… you let him…”

Well I hadn’t intended to get into that, but in for a penny in for a pound. “Mmm hmmm.” I grinned at the memory of Hank filling my ass last night before we went in to work.

“Oh that’s just plain nasty.”

“No, I mean with the pencil dick I was with before Hank it was the only way I could feel anything. He was about the size of a roll of quarters when he was hard, and that’s insulting to a roll of quarters, more like a roll of nickels.”

Shauntane snorted, “Oh you’re baaaad.”

“Oh no, he was baaad. Hell the first time I had Hank in my puss I thought he would split me open.”

“And you still let him put it in your… backside?”

I sighed, “Mmmm, that first time was a bit intense. Fuck that, it just plain hurt at first. But after a few seconds it was the most intense feeling. Feeling his big dick go where no man had gone before.”

“Sounds like a bad SciFi show,” she snickered.

I giggled, “Nooo, a good one, but the way he filled me, DAMN. And feeling him cum in my ass, ain’t nothin’ like it. Walking around with his load in me and my metal plug… Almost makes me cum again thinking about it, his load and the plug each just out of sync with my steps.” I just clenched my ass and groaned. I was a hair trigger away from cumming.

“Damn girl, ain’t no way I’m gonna let Zack near my ass and you got me wet thinking about it.”

My turn to snicker, “Means you need to do some more thinking about it. Hell if you guys weren’t here right now I’d be spreading my cheeks and getting Hank to drive that delicious dick in my ass until he fills me to overflowing.”

“Damn girl…”

“And since all this talk of Hank’s dick had me tingling, I think it’s time to roll over and really tease the boys.”

“Can’t tease them any more than we are, ain’t nothing left to take off.”

“Sure there is,” tugging on the side string of my bottoms.

“I can’t do that!”

“Well we can always pull them down a bit.” And I proceeded to do just that as I turned over, giving the string between my cheeks a good pull. Having the double effect of pulling it nice and sung against my ass as the front pulled deeper between my lips as it bared the top of my mound. If I gave it even the slightest more of a tug the top of my slit would be visible.

“Slut,” Shauntane said as I lay back, lifting and spreading my knees just a little.

“Anytime anywhere for Hank,” I said before raising my voice. “Hey honey?” I called out to Hank, then glaring at Shauntane and then her crotch to follow my example.

She sighed and pulled her bottoms down a bit, but not quite as far.

“Yes dear.”

“I think I’m a little over due for a shave, what do you think?” I asked as I ran my finger back and forth across my mound just above my bottoms.

Zack and I had actually been talking enough to have missed the turn of the oiled ladies, but the sight in front of us stopped us both cold.

Oiled and reclined, knees slightly up and bikinis’ barely covering pussies. Betty lightly stroking her mound while Shauntane just resting her hand on her thigh. The most beautiful pair of camel toes with what I hoped were wet crotches and not just oiled ones.

And even with those monster tits and huge nipples beside her, I couldn’t take my eyes off of Betty on display for me. “You’re evil woman, next thing you’re going to tell me is you want me to do it again.”

“Well it just works soooo much better with you doing it instead of just watching me do it.”

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At that point, I should have gotten back in my car and driven away. Instead, I followed him inside and slipped off my coat, hanging it on the familiar row of hooks behind the door. I was surprised to see that a worn sweater of mine still hung there.

The interior of the trailer was tidy and newly furnished. Decorations and touches of color had been added. It looked neat, comfortable, and inviting. I sat on the new couch, which was good quality and very comfortable.

“Where’s Cheryl?” I persisted.

Mike rummaged in the refrigerator and brought out two cans of beer. “She’s gone. She tried to trap me into marrying her.”

“Trap you?”

“She quit taking her birth control and didn’t tell me. She made me fuck her until she was pregnant. She thought she’d trap me into marrying her.”

“She made you have sex with her?” I would have said ‘fuck’ a year ago, but I no longer felt comfortable talking that way around Mike. “You always wanted to have your…I mean, you know what you always wanted.”

“Oh, I remember. I remember real well. But she wasn’t any good at it.” He handed me a can of beer and took a long swallow of his own. “She complained and choked all the time–“

“I don’t really want to hear it,” I said.

“Fucking was the only thing she knew how to do.”

“So she got pregnant and you kicked her out.”

“Her parents took her in. They said they never would, but they’re her parents, right? Now I’m on my own. In a month, I’m off to basic training, but there’ll be no one at home waiting for me.”

“Why did you fix up the trailer if you’re going away soon?”

“I hoped I could talk you into coming back and living here. You know, when it was good, we had it really good. It can be that way again.”

I didn’t remember it being good. Perhaps for the two or three months after we were married. After that, it was a pervasive sense of entrapment and sometimes terror. Not to mention escort başakşehir a daily mouthful of Mike’s jizz.

“Mike, I’ve got to go.”

I moved to get up, but he went to his knees in front of me so I couldn’t help but look into those brilliant eyes. But their challenging gaze had been replaced by a shadow of fear. I remembered how I sometimes loved the hold he had over me, even when the results were tearful and even painful, I remembered how strong he was and how he once dominated my every action.

“RoseAnn, I want to win you back. But I’m going away and I might be killed. I might end up like Don Whitten. Will you give me something just one more time?”

“I…I…don’t know.” I hated myself for weakening. This wasn’t fair to Craig, and it wasn’t fair to myself. But Mike’s eyes made it impossible to refuse him outright, or even to look away. “What do you want?”

“Anything. But what I really need is what you were so good at. You know what I mean.”

Yes, I knew what he meant. I wanted to say no. But my mouth opened and no words came.

He clutched at my wrists. “Do you want me to spell it out? Please suck my cock, RoseAnn. That’s how you used to show you loved me. I need to remember it while I’m away. And I need someone to remember me if anything happens.”

I stood up, but he rose with me, still holding my hands. “RoseAnn, please.” He kissed me. I couldn’t help myself. I was aroused in spite of myself, and I kissed him back. He moved his hands to my shoulders and bore down gently. I sank to my knees without struggling.

He sobbed, “I think about you all the time.”

I tried to stand up again, but he wound his hands in my hair and pulled my face against his crotch. He sobbed, loudly. He was crying! I’d never heard him cry before. I felt wetness on my face; I was crying, too. He turned my cheek against his jeans so I could istanbul escort bayanları feel his erection. “Please, RoseAnn.” It was a mournful, desperate plea.

My hands, on their own volition, came up and loosened his belt and zipper. I pulled his pants down to his knees. The tip of his cock protruded from the leg of his briefs, and I remembered how long and thick it was, and how it filled my mouth. I kissed the silken tip while I fumbled for the elastic waistband of the briefs. I pulled them down until the beautiful organ swung free, and watched in wonder as it continued to swell to full size.

“Yes, lover, that’s the way,” he whispered. His hands still clutched at my hair, but he relaxed them so I could rear my head and take his magnificent cock in my mouth. I closed my eyes and took the glans between my lips. I wanted to take it slow, making love to every inch, but he thrust hard until the tip touched the back of my throat. My lips were stretched nearly to the point of pain. The great organ throbbed like a living animal.

I was momentarily conscious of wetness between my legs, and a drop of moisture trickling down my thigh.

He groaned aloud. I opened my eyes again and saw the tangle of black hair at the root of his cock. I looked up into his eyes, their blue irises dull and glazed at this moment, as if he were in a trance. His hips began to move, to thrust. At each stroke, he touched the back of my throat. My tears flowed down to my lips and even onto his cock, and I tasted them with each stroke. From long habit, I brought my tongue into play at this point, dragging it slowly back and forth across the underside of his shaft.

“Oh my God, RoseAnn, what did I ever do to make you go away? I must have been crazy. I love you, RoseAnn. It’s been so long–uh!”

The climax of this dance of sex was still familiar to me. The tip swelled against my palate in escort eyüp the first, dry contraction. Then he grunted again, and hot fluid gushed into my throat. My reflexes were still perfect, and I swallowed in time to avoid choking, and swallowed again, and swallowed again, taking each hot jet down my throat as it was delivered.

An orgasm, not strong, but very real, shuddered through me at this most intimate moment.

Almost immediately it was over, and I became aware of where I was and what I’d done. Mike, sighing noisily, let go of my hair. I sank down and sat on the floor. His pants were piled around his feet, his underwear on top. His softening cock poked from under his shirt. He looked ridiculous. A drop of semen fell on my wrist, and I became aware of the taste of his jizz. It was easy to ignore in the frenzy of his orgasm–and mine–but afterward, it tasted like I’d rinsed my mouth with bleach.

I felt sick to my stomach. It wasn’t the semen I’d just swallowed, or its foul taste. As much as I loathed it, swallowing his come had never actually made me sick. It was the sheer tawdriness of what I’d done. It was only a small step above offering my mouth to an unwashed bum in a bus station toilet. And I’d actually had an orgasm, which sealed my humiliation.

“Oh, Jesus, RoseAnn. That was so good. I’ve missed it more than you can imagine. I love you.”

I didn’t say anything. I wanted to take a shower, even though I knew I’d still feel dirty afterward. I was going to feel dirty forever. I’d ignored my debt to Craig, which so far I’d cheerfully paid with fidelity and the domination he needed. Now I’d gone and fucked that up, too.

Without taking the time to wipe himself, Mike pulled up his pants and fastened his belt. “Was it just my imagination,” he said, “or did you come, too?”

“No, I didn’t,” I lied, without looking up. “You’re going away. I wanted to make it worth remembering, that’s all. It isn’t going to happen again, not ever.”

“But I fixed this place up for you.”

“I see that, but you and I have been over for a year now. We’re still over, and it will stay that way.” I stood up and found the can of beer, and used the last of it to wash away the taste of his jizz.

“Can I write to you from Viet Nam?”

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After a decadent weekend of mostly eating chocolate and making love, my friend had to return to Perth last night and I have to go to work today.

It’s been one of those days…I just knew I should of ducked down under that doona and totally forgotten about coming to work today.

I think I’m suffering from Mondayitis and to make things worse, there’s hardly anyone at the office today.

You see tomorrow’s a public holiday so most people took a four day weekend. It’s pretty much just me on reception taking messages.

I sit here day dreaming about the lovemaking we shared over the weekend, and that jar of chocolate paint she bought me for Easter.

Gosh, you know, I simply lost count of how many times we came over the weekend. Mmmm, smiling to myself, I do know that she made me cum in every room my apartment. On the floor, the sofa, the kitchen bench top, in the bath. Everywhere. Even on the washing machine.

The phone rings and my mind comes back to work. But work isn’t where I want to be today.

I take a message. I click onto Literotica and read a couple of stories. As I’m reading I answer a couple of calls.

Reading and thinking about the things we did on the weekend makes my pussie tingle. I pull up my skirt and pull my panties aside. My fingers go to work with the sweet juices already forming on my lips.

But, I’m not thinking of her anymore. I’m thinking of my boyfriend who’s been away for a month.

He’ll be returning escort türbanlı to my apartment today while I’m at work.

As my fingers play with my clit, I’m imagining how his tongue will feel on this very spot tonight. I moan softly thinking that tonight, I’ll be able to make the fantasy that’s been in my head for weeks come to life.

I moan again thinking how he’ll make me cum with his tongue. Mmmm, for sure, better than I’m about to cum now.

Just then, the phone rings again. It’s my boss. I’m panting a little. He asks if I’m ok. Says I sound funny. I tell him everything is fine and no, we are not busy at all. He thanks me for coming in and tells me to turn on the answering machine and take the rest of the day off.

I hang up, turn on the answering machine, flick the switch so the lift won’t open on this floor and totally make myself cum. Just as I’m pulling myself together and catching my breath, the other two people that were in come out and say the boss called them and said they could go home.

I go to the bathroom, remove my panties and put them in my bag.

My pussie, shaved by my girlfriend, feels so smooth and alive today and I want to be able to touch and taste her as I drive home.

I call my apartment and he answers. Oh goody, he’s home already.

I hear the jets of the spa in the background as he drawls about it being a long flight and needing to relax and unwind. Hmmm….the escorts istanbul spa. Perfect. That’s exactly where my fantasy begins.

Please, let me share my fantasy with you as I drive home to fulfil it.

I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long…..of stripping off slowly as you watch me, raising my leg and stepping into the tub, giving you a stunning view of my totally bare pussie.

Of sitting on your lap and kissing you deeply, hungrily, passionately as you fondle my breasts and tug at my nipples.

Of fondling your hard cock. Of getting him to rock hard.

Of you sitting on the edge of the tub with me on my knees in that hot, bubbly water.

Of my hand being wrapped around your hard cock, while the other fondles your balls, as I lean forward and take my first lick.

Of licking you up and down, just like a lollipop.

Licking around your smooth head, down along the full, thick length of your cock right down to your balls. Hot, heavy with fullness of that tasty creamy stuff I can’t wait to taste and back up along that sexy shaft.

Right now this dream feels so real.I’m so excited. Feeling my pussie, and let me tell you, she’s tingling at the thought of taking your cock into my mouth.

My tongue swirls around the head and I suck you in.

I hear you moan and I suck a little harder.

I hear you moaning again, whispering my name.

I feel your hands on my head, your escort olgun fingers in my hair. Your hips buck up pushing your cock further into my mouth as I suckle on him. I look down at my body, my nipples hard with excitement.

My hand slides from your balls, moving towards my smooth mound down to my tingling clit.

Mmmmm, I slide a finger inside my pussie as my tongue swirls around your cock, all while I’m looking up into your eyes.

How does it feel now that you’ve got me, a sexy naked woman tucked in between your thighs, your fingers tucked into my hair, your cock buried in my mouth as I look up into your eyes and grin before we both let loose and lose control?

Me making love to that cock I adore with my mouth and tongue, just waiting to feel you spurt your creamy passion into my mouth.

You bucking your hips, caressing my head as you fuck my sexy, wild mouth. Moaning, calling my name as I fondle your balls and continually suck all of you in, loving every moment of it.

And then I feel the first spurt as you call out my name, then another as you moan, another as your body begins to shudder, and another as I swallow it all.

Your hands loosen their grip on my hair.

Another spurt as your body continues to shudder in shock and pleasure from the power of this orgasm I have just bought out in you.

You caress my head, my shoulders as your cock slides from my mouth and you slide back down into the hot tub, taking me into your arms.

Once again, I am on your lap as you try to regain your breath.

Kissing my eyes, my nose, my lips.

Licking up that drop of your cream I missed a few seconds ago as I licked my lips and your hand slides in between my thighs.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. What do you think? Want to share in my fantasy?

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I never expected it to happen. I had visited the in-law’s home to drop off some wood for my father in law, but he wasn’t in. However, my mother-in-law was.

I took the wood around the back, and when I had finished, she invited me in for a drink.

While the kettle was boiling, I noticed that she was still in her T-shirt that she wears in bed. She had a bathrobe on, and this T-shirt but that was all. As I sat down, she sat opposite me, and started asking how my day was going. As it turned out, my day had finished earlier than I had planned by the fact that the offices had suffered floods, and we had all been given the day off. My mother in law had invited the wife and I over for a meal that evening, but said that we could turn up anytime, as she would be in all day. My wife was still at work, and would escort tesettürlü be for another 5-6 hours. It was while I was thinking about this, that my mother in law noticed that I had gotten my shirt dirty.

“Do you want a fresh one?” she asked. I replied that I preferred not to borrow shirts, as I tended to forget to return them. “In that case”, she said, “let me wash it for you,” and she started to undo the buttons on the front of my shirt. As she did so, I looked into her eyes, and noticed that she was looking back into mine.. a deeper emotion was there, and I couldn’t work it out. Finally she removed the shirt, and took it from me and put it into the washing machine. Now I was topless. She turned around and smiled in a way that I must admit started istanbul escort girls to turn me on. She then commented on how hot it was, and started to remove her bathrobe.

It was then that I noticed her figure for the first time. 36D and a figure to long for. As it was a night dress, she wore not bra, but her breasts seemed firm enough to hold their own. Her nipples, I noticed were starting to protrude through the top, and something stirred in the depths of my lap. She looked at me, while I tried to adjust my sitting position, and as I struggled to hide the evident growth, and smiled again. She then took me by complete surprise.

As she sat there, she slowly, and methodically opened her legs. This made matters worse for me, because it was then that I noticed escort özbek that she wore nothing underneath her night attire. My cock was now at full alert, but I was still stuck as to how to approach this. Here was my mother-in-law trying to seduce me, and here I was getting caught in the seduction.

She looked at me, smiled again, and asked if I liked the view from where I was sitting. I just squeaked a reply, and kept looking at her shaven pussy. Next she got up and walked over. Kneeling in front of me, she started to undo my trousers. As she did this, she slowly licked her lips, and caressed her nipples.

When she removed my underwear, she released my hard cock into the open. She took one look, stood up, and sat down on it, slamming her body onto it’s length.

As I caressed her breasts through her T-shirt, she gyrated and continually slammed her body on my cock. I could feel the wave of emotion building up inside of me. Before I knew it, I was ready to explode.

She smiled at me, once more, and made a huge effort to make me cum. Without appreciating what we were doing, I planted the seed that made my sister- in – law.

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Katherine took her time, re-reading through the initial interactions between the lawyer and her supposedly guilty client. The author had taken great pains to detail the interactions between the two main characters. Their meetings bristled with sexual tension, and the heat of the story flowed from the pages. Through her fingers and up Katherine’s arms, her body began to hum rhythms of lust. Katherine began to shift her legs and squirm slightly as she re-read the first sexual encounter between the lawyer and client. The detailed description of the lawyer and client’s tongues dancing together in her office. It always made her a little self conscious that she became so turned on by reading such lascivious material, but never so self conscious that she would stop. Her breathing quickened as her eyes feasted on the details of the sexy young lawyer having her business suit peeled off in her office. As the lawyer was hoisted up on the desk, Katherine slipped her hand beneath the waistband of her sport shorts. She could feel the warmth radiating between her lips as she gently stroked the small, soft mound of hair just above her pussy. As she gently scratched her and rubbed the soft, short locks of hair, she slowly extended her middle finger. Phrases such as nipples sucked and pinched, deep thrusts and moans, and stroking the shaft flashed before her eyes as she inched her finger between her swollen lips, feeling them moist and ready. She rubbed them for a moment and purred, taking a second to picture the scene.

The smell of a heavy oak desk and of a man in the late summer evening, the feel of hard wood against human flesh, the taste of another’s tongue….she began to move her hips and squirm. She parted her legs lightly and probed her longest digit in, just a bit at first, then deeper. She whimpered softly and brought her wet finger out to give her clit some attention…..it felt so good. God it felt soooo good. Katherine’s heart was racing as she read how the young lawyer assumed control and mounted her client in the high-backed leather chair. Katherine plunged two fingers into her now sopping pussy, and whimpered quietly with pleasure.

Then, BAM! An aggressive, intrusive sound burst into her consciousness and broke the aroused spell she was under. The clamor of a heavy car barreling up the slight slope of their driveway rudely shook Katherine back to reality.

What the FUCK is that? Katherine thought angrily as she jerked her hand from her now swollen pussy. But of course, she already knew. The rumbling of the oversized American made engine. The erratic squeak of the tires as the obviously impaired driver slammed the car to a halt and accidentally elbowed the horn as he…. of course it was a he, stumbled out of the vehicle. Katherine had heard this routine about a dozen times before, listening as Tony climbed out of the car three stories below. Tony was home, and he was ready to crawl into bed with Stephanie. He probably had a) been turned down by too many random women at the bar and was sufficiently horny to resort to plain old familiar sex with his loving girlfriend and, or b) had sated his fill of booze and fraternizing with his buddies and was ready for a nightcap, Or c) was just drunk and needed to pass out and their place was closer than his apartment to whatever bar he had his last drink.

FUCK THIS. Katherine fumed as she swung out of bed and of the bedroom door, then down the hall to Stephanie’s room. She was not going to let this happen. Not tonight. She opened her friend’s bedroom door abruptly without knocking. Katherine had clearly heard the TV on as she approached Stephanie’s bedroom door and assumed she was still awake. But Stephanie was out cold. The wine and emotion had overtaken her. Katherine also saw the foil wrapper of a sleeping pill on the nightstand, which no doubt finished her off. Stephanie lay there curled up on her side, snoring gently as re-runs of a 90’s sitcom played out quietly a few feet away. There was no point now trying to rally her friend to stand up for herself. Stephanie would offer little to no resistance in her present state and would further be too tired or hungover the next day to summon any strength to argue. Tony would offer a few cursory apologies, start in with the smooth talk, and then they’d make up in a whirlwind of passionate sex.

Not tonight. Katherine thought determinedly. She’d been interrupted TWICE now- and her boyfriend wasn’t even home! All she wanted was a little fucking peace so she could enjoy her trashy novel and rub out a nice “O” or two. But instead she had to be the shoulder to cry on and relationship mediator, and a metaphorical cold shower was her only reward. FUCK THIS SHIT, she muttered.

Katherine narrowed her eyes and bounded determinedly out of the room and down the stairs towards the living room. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She was going to tell that lying, cheating, inconsiderate bastard to get the fuck out of her house and hit the road. Stephanie sure as hell wasn’t going to do it. Katherine was just coming down the last flight of stairs when she heard him approach the outside door and slide his key escort sınırsız in the lock. She started walking towards the front door when the deadbolt turned, and the door swing open. There, looking drunk, weary and stupid with a grin on his face, stood Tony. He immediately started in on the charm.

“Oh, heyyyy Kat- you’re up late..” but she cut him off. In a hushed shout, Katherine unloaded.

“NO. NO. NO! You are NOT doing this again Tony. Not tonight!” Katherine walked boldly up to him with her pointer finger extended sharply at him and her other hand secured at her hip.

“What? What the hell do you mean?” Tony answered, incredulous. Of course he knew what she meant. This may have been the first time she had confronted him, but he knew Katherine wasn’t his biggest fan. She often addressed him condescendingly, which Tony took for her being stuck up.

“You know exactly what I mean. Treating Stephanie like shit….like a disposable plaything! Then coming over here drunk at an ungodly hour trying to make up and get laid. Well, not tonight Tony. Just turn your ass around and go home!” Katherine was doing her best to contain her anger and not shout. She felt the blood rush to her face, then the adrenaline course through her veins as Tony closed the front door and squared to face her.

“Look Kat,” Tony began evenly with his palms out defensively, “I don’t know what your problem is tonight, but I came to see Stephanie because she asked me to come over later.” Again, Katherine wasn’t falling for it.

“Bullshit, Tony! I have been up with her for the last 2 hours watching her cry and complain about you and your drinking, cheating and being an asshole! I heard her from my room fighting with you, so I know she didn’t want you over!” She jabbed her finger at him and stood her ground. Tony, undeterred, shrugged her off and went to walk by her, but Katherine slid sideways to cut him off and stopped him. She held her right palm out and held it against his shoulder as she began in again. This time, even more firmly.

“Uh, uh. No. Not tonight Tony, I mean it. I have seen you jerk my friend around for the last time. If you really want to apologize, go home and sober up and come back when you are ready to treat her right. She’s not some fuck toy at your disposal.” It was hard for her not to scream at him, but she did not want to wake Stephanie and get her involved.

“Katherine, I don’t have time for this bullshit right now.” Tony again waived her off. This time he was visibility irritated. He rolled his eyes impatiently, and this time stepped back to his left to get around her. But again Katherine stopped him.

“TONY. I said no! Get out of my house.” she said insistently, again putting her palm on the front of his shoulder. “Go home. NOW!” she added forcefully, but as quietly as possible. Tony glared at Katherine, shook his head and took a half step back. He looked to the side for a moment, contemplating his next move. Breaking the momentary silence, Katherine continued.

“I’m sick and tired of Steph putting up with you. You think you are a player, huh? So hot with your stupid ass car, your money and your own place you never let Stephanie see? She may not have the guts to say it, but you are a fucking asshole, and I told her tonight she needs to drop your dumbass!” Tony knew Katherine didn’t like him, but this was the first time she had come out and said it so bluntly. He blurted out,

“Kat, I don’t know who in the hell shoved a stick up your stuck up ass tonight, but I came here to apologize to Stephanie. I don’t know what you heard, but it’s nothing like you are making out.”

“Bullshit, Tony. Like always, just more bullshit. You act like I don’t know Stephanie at all, like we aren’t roommates and haven’t known each other since fucking college, you manipulative shit! I know your story, Tony. You’ll go up there, knowing that Stephanie is drunk, you’ll sweet talk her and promise her a bunch of shit, and in the morning she’ll forget all about it. Well not tonight! Get OUT!” Tony shook his head again, getting even more frustrated. His face reddened as he was really starting to steam. In his semi drunk state, all he wanted to do was get in bed with his girlfriend, have sex, and pass out. And now her snobby, bitchy roommate all of the sudden decides that 3am on a Sunday morning was the perfect time to hash out why she hated him. Finally, he took a deep breath and steam rolled ahead. He stuck out his left arm and pushed her aside as he went to dart past her and said, exasperated,

“Look Kat, not now…” In his present inebriated condition, he underestimated his strength. Tony pushed her aside with a little more force than was needed. Katherine was caught by surprise; she knew he was strong but was taken aback by how hard he had pushed her. She had to scoot her legs back quickly to maintain her balance. Tony paused and shot a glance at her when he heard Katherine gasp, stopping for a brief second. She didn’t know it, but he was relived she had not fallen. He hadn’t meant to injure her. But it was all Katherine needed.

“Don’t escorts push me you FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Katherine yelled as she wound up her right hand and delivered a fierce, crossing strike with an open hand across Tony’s cheek. The sound of her hand striking him echoed sharply off the kitchen cabinets nearby. Tony turned, stunned at the force of the blow, and Katherine herself grew wide eyed, stunned at what she had done. They both paused, taking in what had just happened. Tony broke the silence first.

“Ouch, Kat! Fuck, that hurt! Why are you being such a fucking bitch?!” he blurted. Katherine gasped and fire shot behind her eyes. Satisfied that Stephanie had not woken up, she gathered herself and in more hushed tones continued. “Don’t you ever-EVER- touch me, you prick! Now get the fuck out of my house.” Tony turned to look at her. His cheek burned. He had never seen Kat like this before, and he strangely respected her for what she had done despite it hurting like hell. She had some fight in her, for sure. Katherine was guarding the staircase from him, determined to turn him away. Her chest was heaving as she breathed, and her face was flush crimson with rage. Tony quickly assessed that she was very strong for her size. He knew he had pushed her too hard, so he decided to let that one strike go. Not wanting Katherine to start screaming again, he went to diffuse the situation.

“Katherine, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to push you so hard I just…” but before he could finish Katherine delivered another blow, this time with her left hand, to Tony’s other cheek.

“FUCK…. YOU!” she said in a hushed yell, with such fervor that spittle left her lips as the words whipped out between her clenched teeth. “That’s for calling me a bitch!” That blow really stung, Tony had not expected a repeat blow. It hurt even worse than the first. He shot back.

“Get out of my way you stuck up lunatic!” He pushed past her forcefully and stormed his way towards the stairwell by the kitchen. He could hear her unloading a fusillade of curses at him and he winced as she repeatedly slapped him on the back while he walked towards the stairs. Fuck, this girl is strong! he thought, wincing at the strikes. He just wanted to get to the stairs, but as he passed the kitchen he saw an opportunity to even the score with Katherine. He had never struck a woman in anger, but he wanted revenge for hitting him so savagely. As Katherine continued to beat on him on his back furiously, she didn’t notice him pick up the plastic tumbler full of water she had left in the kitchen earlier. He snatched it up, pivoted on his heel in an instant, and tossed the full glass of water right in Katherine’s face.

She gasped. The cold water shocked her to a halt as it soaked her sandy blond hair and skin. It saturated her top and ran down her body and got in and under her shorts. She wiped her eyes slowly, and looked at Tony, astonished. What the fuck just happened? She thought. Tony looked at her and appraised what he had done. It was almost funny, really. Almost. She had been assaulting him relentlessly while he just wanted to get to bed, so she fucking deserved it. Tony looked at her just standing there, watching her fume with rage. She was soaked- the tumbler had been nearly full. He took in Katherine’s deep, furious glare, her semi- wet dirty blond hair, the droplets of water running down her cheeks to her neck and shoulders, some falling to her collarbone. Parts of her cotton tank clung tightly to her body. In the brief second they stood silently he took her all in. He stood rapt at the sight of her skin- still slightly tanned from the summer. The muscles in her arms and legs were impressively taught and ready to continue the fight. And through the soaked cotton fabric of her top, he could clearly make out her breasts. They were smaller than Stephanie’s, but firmer. They stood pert with her nipples straining against the fabric at full attention. This furious woman looked like she wanted to kill him, but he could only be aroused by the sight of her standing there. She was gorgeous. His anger began to subside, but Katherine was furious.

Tony was too slow, and Katherine easily slapped him again with a THWACK. The sting though, woke up his reflexes. When she went for another shot with her left hand, he blocked it and grabbed hold of her wrist. She re-loaded her right and flung her open hand wildly at his face, but this too he blocked. In an instant he took both of her wrists and drove them behind her back, pinning them against her ass. He then jerked her towards him, still pinning her hands behind her and holding her tightly against him. His face was on fire, but he starting to enjoy their spat.

“Pleasssssse. Stooooop. Hitting. Meeeee.” Tony purred at her. Katherine gritted her teeth as she struggled to get free. God he is strong she thought of as she glared at him. This ape is almost grinning at me, does he think this is funny? Her hands stung from hitting him. She wanted to kill him, but he had calmed down. Tony was looking at her almost admiringly. She could feel the large muscles in his arms as she struggled escort gecelik against him, and then his legs as he worked one behind her to keep her from kicking him. He kept cooing, “Kat, stop. Please. Kat, stop.” She wriggled the best she could, and being so close to his chest she picked up large wafts of his scent- his deep, woody cologne that he used too much of, mixed with his skin and sweat. It smelled……fantastic. She struggled to get free, but found herself resisting less and less. Katherine had only been in his grip a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. It was becoming pointless as strong as he was. She could feel his hard body grinding against hers as she struggled…she became acutely aware of her nipples rubbing against him….she was shocked to find them taut and tingling….it felt good. God it felt really good. She was trying to bend her hips and pull back, when one of her thighs first brushed it. She couldn’t be sure, but on the next attempted escape she made sure she brushed it again. Her eyes opened wide in shock. Katherine could clearly feel Tony’s hard penis bulging against the wool fabric of his designer slacks. Oh fuck, Katherine thought and in a fit of guilt gave one violent convulsion and managed to struggle free.

Tony knew she had felt his cock and now gazed at her with primal lust. No. No way. Katherine thought, and unloaded yet another hard right hand to his face. Tony took it, but without pausing stepped towards her. Katherine cocked another blow but Tony blocked it, threw her arm down and pushed her back against the refrigerator. Her back knocked the stainless steel façade of the fridge with a THUD and she gasped at the impact. What the fuck….does he…God he is hot…..is this happening?? She thought as he pinned her against the appliance and thrust his hips forward, so she could clearly feel his thickness through her soft, cotton shorts. Stephanie had not woken up, so her brain was screaming at her to yell at the top of her lungs and wriggle away in protest. WAKE STEPHAINE UP passed through her mind. She could still turn back. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Her brain was telling her lips to make noise, but a fire inside her was telling her to wait a little longer. It just felt so damn good. She had teased herself earlier, and sensing that relief was near her thighs and pussy became hot. Her teeth, still gritted together, only elicited shallow breaths and grunts as she squirmed slightly. Her arms were pinned in to her sides and her palms against his barrel chest. He had her wrapped in with one arm around her upper back and the other on her hip as he leaned in on her. She could clearly feel his cock now. It was so…hard, and so….big. And he had it expertly pressed against her….just right. Sliding up her inner thigh, and probing under the fabric of her shorts. It was forceful, but not aggressive. He sensed her needs beneath the token resistance Katherine was offering. It felt very good. As he cooed softly for her to be quiet and started to grind in to her more, still locking her gaze, Katherine realized- to her horror….that she was soaking wet.

“No!” she shouted and with a burst of adrenaline pushed Tony back and swung at his chest. But Katherine had shown her cards, and now Tony was determined to finish casting his spell on her. He simply took the blow, took a short step back to Katherine, and grabbing her forcefully, pulled her back to him, then again leaned in on her, his arms and her back hitting the fridge yet again. This time he pulled up her right leg violently to his hip, and pressed his throbbing cock up against her bare inner thigh. This time, Katherine moaned out loud. Not in pain. A deep, low, guttural moan of pleasure and submission. The rational side of her brain pleaded in vain for her to stop. But her body was tired of fighting, and now yearning to be taken. She made one last hearted effort, striking her palms against his chest lightly. Tony paused at this strike, but didn’t let go. Katherine’s eyes moved up and locked in on his. Her gaze changed from anger to hunger. She slowly ran her hands up and down the muscles of his chest, then this neck. As she looked at him, she knew she had one last chance to turn back.

In an instant Katherine shot her hands up behind his head and pulled his mouth towards hers. She hungrily shot her tongue inside his, and as they began to devour each other she let her hands slip down his chest and begin to unbuckle his designer belt. Tony let her leg drop but again thrust his pelvis up and into her. Katherine let loose her lips and gasped, her damp pussy now pleading to be filled. Tony tugged and tore and her tank top, pulling out one of her breasts over the fabric. He bent over to suck it. He was too tall, so he simply grabbed her by the ass and hoisted her into the air. She instinctively grabbed hold tightly around his neck and let him have his way. He held her high against him until her breasts were nearly level with his mouth. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, arched her neck and exhaled loudly. He was using his thumbs to pull down the back of her shorts. His massaged the cleft of her ass while his tongue found and traced her nipple, before taking it all in his mouth. She gasped. Oh fuck…that feels amazing. There was no turning back now. She was his. She knew she would hate herself in the morning, but at that moment she didn’t care. She wanted Tony. She wanted him to fuck her.

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Kim McCall wrapped her arms around her legs and hugged them, her knees pulled up under her chin. “I can’t believe it,” she said. “I can’t believe that we only have two days left.”

The porch swing creaked as Kim’s roommate, best friend and lover Pam Maguire sat down beside her. The taller girl stretched out her legs. Kim enjoyed the sight as Pam flexed those legs. Always shapely from all the running her athlete friend did, the coastal sun had tanned them to a golden brown.

“Its been fun though, hasn’t it?” Pam smiled at her, reaching over to tousle the short black hair that even the bright South Carolina sun had failed to lighten.

“It has,” Kim leaned against her friend, resting her head on the brunette’s shoulder. “And we’ll have more fun. The bonfire on the beach tonight. Cooking out on the fire. Singing.”

Pam slid an arm around the shorter girl. “And maybe slipping off by ourselves into the night. Skinny dipping in the ocean and then drying off on a towel spread out where the sand dunes hide us.”

Kim’s eyes twinkled. “Why, whatever would give you the idea of doing anything like that?”

“You would, you sexy girl.” Pam’s fingers brushed over the side of Kim’s breast and the two roommates shared a look that promised each other that night would be memorable. As indeed it would turn out to be, although not quite in the way they had imagined.

They spent the day cleaning the house, top to bottom. The entire group was determined to leave the place spotless, indeed, cleaner and in better condition than they had found it. Brian turned out to be a fair carpenter, having learned from his dad, and repaired loose shingles and a sticking door while the other guys cut the grass, hauled off the garbage and assisted the girls as they scrubbed the house. At least twice Pam and Kim misplaced one of the couples that had formed over the days spent here. Once they discovered the whereabouts of a missing pair but judging from the sounds coming from behind the closed doors Stan and Laurie were in no need of being found. In fact, the roommates took advantage of the time alone to do some kissing and touching of their own.

As the shadows began to lengthen the group headed down to the fire pit. A fire was kindled and hamburgers and hotdogs were cooked on an old metal grill the girls had done their best to clean. There was much laughter when an occasional errant item fell into the fire. But there was plenty for everyone, including several wandering beachcombers who stopped by and were invited to stay.

For a while after supper they built the fire high and danced around it, watching the leaping flames through their shadows across the sand. Eventually the wine they all shared began to take it effect and they settled down onto blankets spread around the fire. The flames slowly dies, turning into coals. The sound of the surf seemed to blend with their singing as Brian again hauled out his guitar and the songs of the era floated down the beach and into the night.

Pam and Kim were snuggled on one blanket, together as they usually were. Pam was sitting up with her legs folded and Kim was laying back into her lap. One or two of the people who had been enticed by the smell of supper had looked a bit sideways at the two girls who had started the evening by holding hands before progressing to their present position.

The roommates thought it was funny. Neither was a lesbian. They had discovered their mutual attraction to each other one night over a year and a half ago but they thoroughly enjoyed the company of both guys and other females. They cared for each other but neither expected anything would continue past the end of their college years except for a deep friendship they both swore would never end. So sometimes they overdid their public affection but it was just for fun. When one passing couple had pointedly stared at their intertwined fingers Pam had leaned over and kissed Kim deeply. They could barely smother their giggling when the other couple bolted without finishing their free supper.

Not that they weren’t planning on spending some time together tonight doing some serious and happy exploration of each other’s bodies. The pair settled back into the flickering shadows and fingers began to wander. Kim’s hands slid up and down firm runner’s thighs and the other girl brushed black hair away from a neck that seemed just perfect for nibbling. Then two hearty voices called “Hello” and the pair looked up to see two familiar figures enter the ring of light.

“Dennis! George!” The girls’ words tripped over each other as they rose to greet the two new arrivals. Dennis stood there with escort başakşehir a shy look on his face while George moved hesitantly towards Kim, who was greeting him with a warm smile. The duo crossed to the young men they had met and spent a memorable night with at a Chess Club tournament in the State Capital back during the winter. Pam had occasionally dated Dennis, who had blossomed into a much more self-confident guy. Similarly, George and Pam had gone out several times. Neither girl had shared the specifics of exactly what went on during those dates, but they had each always returned with smiles on their faces.

Hugs were exchanged and friendly kisses. After a search for another blanket the foursome returned to the circle around the fire, joining the other already paired couples.

“So what are you all doing here?” inquired Pam. “Not that we’re not happy to see you but it is a surprise.” She and Dennis settled down on one blanket. George and Kim had already occupied the other one. Pam noted with a hidden grin that George’s arms were already wrapped around the young Canadian cheerleader. There was more there than either one of them was admitting.

“Actually Kim had mentioned this trip to us back when you all were first planning it. Neither of us could come as we’re both working for the summer but she DID say to drop by if we had the chance.”

“Well,” Smiled Pam. “I’m glad you all had the chance.” She gave Kim an amused look. “Of course you could have mentioned it to me.”

“I did,” Kim’s eyes twinkled. “But you were studying so hard that evening that you might not have been paying attention.”

Pam’s eyes twinkled in return. The brunette Theatre Arts major didn’t do much studying in the room as most of her courses were hands-on type ones. “Studying” referred to activities the two girls did when they were sharing the same bed.

“I must have been distracted. Anyway,” Pam leaned back against Dennis, “I’m glad you all made it.”

Pam WAS glad that Dennis and George had made it. She truly liked the shy chess player who had come more and more out of his shell since the two of them had spent a night together back during the winter. He was a very nice guy and she enjoyed his company. He didn’t act all possessive, he was interesting and intelligent and if she had been thinking about settling down any time soon he would be high on the list of prospective husbands.

The enlarged group sang a few more songs then settled down to quietly watch the fire subside into glowing coals. Conversation died away to nothing more than soft murmurs. Couples began to drift away from the fire. David Woods, the leader of the group and his girlfriend Beth had volunteered to stay till the fire was completely out so no one needed to worry about leaving.

That included Pam and Dennis and Kim and George. The first pair scooped up their blanket and disappeared into the dunes. The latter two smiled at each other and rose themselves, George folding the blanket and tucking it under one arm. Taking their time, they strolled down the beach. Almost surprising both of them, Kim impulsively reached out and took George’s hand. Fingers laced and he gave her hand a squeeze.

They walked along the shore for a while, enjoying the night air. They chatted quietly, not wanting to disturb the calm around them broken only by the incoming waves. After an indeterminate amount of time they reversed course and retraced their route until they could see the dull glow of the dying fire.

Kim shivered a bit in the breeze.

“Cold?” George started to unfold the blanket. She stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“A little, but I can think of a better use for that blanket and a better way to warm up.” Standing on her toes she kissed the taller young man. He wrapped one arm around her and returned her kiss. In fact, he wrapped his arms, blanket and all, around her and lifted her from her feet before carrying her into the solitude of the dunes.

There was one moment when the spell tried to break. George’s foot caught a trailing edge of the blanket and the couple nearly toppled to the sand. He caught himself though. Lowering Kim, he snapped the blanket open and drew her against him. They kissed again and slid down to lay against each other. The kisses were gentle at first, as were the exploring fingers. The passion flared between them that they had felt at their first meeting and then they were all over each other.

It took only moments for the pair to rid themselves of their clothing. George rolled onto his back and pulled Kim on top of him. His mouth istanbul escort bayanları fastened onto one firm small breast. One hand cupped the free breast while the other danced down her back and ran over her tight ass.

For her part, the cheerleader reached down and between them. She hand found his hard shaft and encircled it. She slid her hand gently up and down, urging him to thicken even more than he already was. Rearing up, she ignored the muffled protests as George lost his grip on her breasts. She straddled the young man under her and guided his cock between her labia and into her opening. She settled down, allowing him to slowly slide up inside her already wet pussy.

“Mmmmmm,” Kim moaned softly.

“Mmmmmm, indeed,” replied George. His hands settled on her hips and his eyes fastened onto her breasts, where her hands rested now in place of his. He watched as she began to run her fingers over her smooth little orbs, paying particular attention to the hard pink nipples. He watched as her eyes closed briefly and those same fingers began to pull and roll the nubbins.

Kim leaned back slightly, pulling her nipples as she began to bounce a little on George’s cock. Just a little at first, her movements became a bit faster but stayed steady, increasing how far she slid up and down on the shaft inside of her. She tried to keep her rises and falls in time with the strumming of her fingers on the hard points of her breasts. George simply held her, allowing her to set the pace.

From her position on top of George, Kim’s ears caught a low but familiar moan from not far away. Tearing her eyes for a moment from the man she was aside, the black-haired coed looked to her right. All she could see in the moonlight was a familiar pair of feet and a bit of two shapely calves. Since those feet were waving in the air with the toes pointed towards the sky, Kim easily deduced that Dennis was probably on top of her roommate and that Pam was having a very good time herself. Then George caught her by her hips and began to bounce her up and down on his cock and Kim forgot all about whatever Pam might be doing.

Pam was doing just fine. When she and Dennis slipped off they had walked hand in hand through ankle deep water, saying nothing, just enjoying the night sounds and the surf splashing around them. When they had walked their fill they turned toward the sand dunes. Finding a tidy spot out of the evening breeze they spread the blanket Dennis had carried. He sat down and she snuggled beside him on her knees with her legs under her.

Dennis gently ran his fingers over Pam’s face before he leaned forward and kissed her. She opened her mouth to him and those gentle fingers slid down her sides, catching the hem of her short and pulling it up and over her head. They kissed again and the chess player took the runner’s pointed breasts into his hands, cupping them and stroking the nipples, as she had taught him the first time they had made love. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths again.

Pam’s hands fumbled at the young man’s waist and he rose to his own knees, allowing her freer access to his shorts. He returned the gesture, unfastening her cut-off jeans and pushing them off her trim hips. She got his belt open and his shorts unzipped about the same time. He caught her up in his arms and stretched her out on the blanket. Pam lifted her hips and Dennis slid her shorts and panties down her long slender legs.

“You are so beautiful. And,” Dennis leaned over, lifted Pam’s leg and ran his tongue along the smooth skin, “You have the sexiest legs I’ve ever seen.” His licks became kisses and then Pam was quivering as her chess master’s mouth fastened itself onto her pussy. She spread her legs wide and drew them up, planting her feet on the blanket. His tongue slid inside her and his hands crept up her flat tummy.

“Oh Dennis,” breathed Pam happily as the young man’s hands covered her breasts. His fingers gently explored them, his fingertips tapping the nipples back into the smooth firmness. His tongue danced in and out of the young athlete’s pussy, now burrowing into her, now parting her wet curls and lapping up and down her open slit. He paused and kissed the inside of each thigh, licked there and then replanted his mouth onto her pussy.

Pam was trembling. Dennis had not only learned well what she had taught him, he had obviously been practicing. His lips and fingers worked as a team and the brunette girl could feel her body responding and already building towards an orgasm. She briefly debated with herself on letting herself go just as things were but decided escort eyüp she wanted Dennis’ body against her. Reaching down, she caught his arms and tugged.

To her surprise, the young man simply paused, looked up at her and grinned before he returned his attention to her wet and quivering pussy. He was teasing her clit now, rolling it around with his tongue. Pam shook all over. She covered Dennis’ hands with her’s, holding them firmly on her breasts as she muffled a cry of pleasure. Dennis must have sensed she was approaching her threshold, for at exactly the right moment he pinched her nipples and squeezed her clit with his lips. Pam couldn’t have held back, assuming she had the slightest desire to do so, and came in a rush and a loud “Yessssss.”

“That’s better,” Dennis slid up the young athlete’s body, covering her with himself. “NOW we can do what I think you wanted a few minutes ago.”

Pam smothered a grin. She yawned and let her eyes close half-way. “Well, that was then. I don’t know about now. I’m feeling sleepy now after that lovely tongue lashing you gave me. Perhaps I need a nap.”

Dennis’ mouth fell open. Then he spotted the mischief dancing in Pam’s eyes. Giving a mock growl he caught her in his arms. Already dripping between her legs, his cock had no trouble slipping up into her. He braced his arms and began to thrust in and out of her. She rolled her hips up to meet him, her legs pointed towards the night sky.

Kim had forgotten all about Pam’s legs, Pam, Dennis, the campfire, the ocean and the rest of the world. Her world narrowed down to her and George. George had a firm grip on her hips now and was using his arms to help her ride up and down on his straining cock. The young coed was twisting her nipples and arching her back as her legs worked wildly to bounce herself up and down on George. Each time she dropped down on him while he thrust up seemed to reach just a little bit deeper inside the coed. She could feel his head impacting against her soft spot.

The black-haired cheerleader let out a strangled whoop. Unable to resist, she abandoned her right nipple and waved her arm over her head.

“Ride ’em cowgirl!” she gasped.

George laughed under her. The young man shifted position, sitting up with Kim still firmly impaled on his cock. His mouth closed on her breast and his hands gripped her ass. She felt him shudder under her. Gripping lips tugged her nipple and strong fingers dug into her ass cheeks, holding her right down onto him. Kim cried out, making no effort to be quiet now as George flooded her pussy while her own juices flowed over his cock and between them. George fell back and Kim went willingly with him.

The tiny part of her mind that remained detached grinned as she heard a familiar answering yell from another sand dune. Pam was coming too. Good for her and good for Dennis. She snuggled down against George.

The morning sun found the two girls back in their room. It had got a little chilly during the night, too cool to stay on the beach without additional coverings. And as it turned out, the two boys had only time to make a flying visit. Both had summer jobs and had to get back. The foursome had fixed an early breakfast from the little bit of remaining food in the kitchen. Then Pam kissed Dennis and Kim kissed George and the two girls had stumbled upstairs and into their warm bed after they watched the guys drive away. Pam opened one eye well after day break as her friend stirred.

“Good morning, sleepy head.”

Kim stretched like the little cat Pam often thought she was. “Good morning to you too.”

“Did you have a good time last time?”

“Very good indeed.” Pam looked thoughtful. “George really is a lovely guy.” Before Pam could pursue that line of thought, the cheerleader grinned at her. “And Dennis? How is he and how were the two of you?”

“He’s getting even better,” confessed Pam. She giggled. “I think he’s been practicing and not by himself. He certainly hasn’t unlearned any of the things I taught him. He knows how to treat a woman properly. As does George I bet or you wouldn’t be so interested in him.”

“Who says I’m interested in him?” Kim attempted to act nonchalant. Since the dark-haired sweet Canadian girl was as transparent as clear glass, her act failed miserably.

‘Oh, must just be my imagination I guess,” replied Pam.

The two girls rolled out of bed. Kim grabbed a towel, peeked out the door and then headed for the shower, dressed only in the long t-shirt she slept in. Pam watched approvingly at the sight of her roommate’s tight cheerleader butt peeking out from that t-shirt.

A smile tugged at the corners of the brunette’s mouth. Maybe this wasn’t the way she and Kim thought the night before would end, but it had been a lot of fun. And, she glanced at her roommate, who returned her look with twinkling eyes, there still was tonight for that midnight swim and a shared blanket in the sand dunes.

(To Be Concluded)

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After a long, exhausting flight from LaGuardia to L.A., all I wanted to do was hit the shower and the bed in my hotel room and sleep til I got my wake-up call. I unlocked room 1247 of the Starlight Luxury Suites. Despite the cheesy name, the room was actually big and cozy with a king sized bed I always brought with a maroon velvet bedspread with me, after hearing scary rumors about the scarcity of clean blankets in hotel beds. I dreaded giving my sales presentation to a roomful of button-downs at the corporate headquarters. Every week I’d promise myself I’d give notice after I paid my next credit card balance, but then it was another bill or a broken arm from a skiing trip. Six months later, I was still wrapped in a corporate culture I despised.

I didn’t feel like unpacking. It was already ten thirty, my flight had been two hours late. I plopped onto the bed, exhausted and fell asleep in my business suit. I awakened to the sound of the doorknob being turned oh god I thought the maids clean this late at night. I had forgotten to put the “Do Not Disturb” sign up. I jumped out of bed and yanked the door open.

A gorgeous but somewhat bemused man stood in the hallway, holding a large duffel bag.”I’m sorry. Is Is this room 1247? Hmmm, they must have made a mistake at the desk.” The man said, in an indetermined accent that couldn’t decide if it was British or California surfer dude. I was instantly attracted to him.

“Wait, my key says 1247, too. Let me call the desk and see what’s going on.” I was so tired it took me a minute for it to the sink in that the man standing next to me in this hotel room emitted more testosterone than my employer’s entire board of directors combined.

With black hair a little past his ears, brown eyes, and lips that were a bit too prominent for his rugged looks. His face showed a bit of wear and tear. Nothing major, but just enough to be intriguing, show that he had lived a life. He was dressed causally, in jeans and a windbreaker with some sort of logo for a soccer team. When the desk clerk answered I wanted to say never mind, but decorum won out. I had to go through the motions.

The desk clerk was nice about the whole thing, but I couldn’t escort arnavutköy wait to get off the phone and talk to the beautiful stranger who stood before me “He says that it was a mix-up with booking and they copied the wrong keys. The hotels full up so they cant offer us another room til tomorrow they offer a voucher for the Ramada Inn down the street…or they could send up another bed and we could share a room for the night.” I said

“That would be fine. I’d just as soon we could share for the night. ” he answered.

I didn’t wanna say it but I forced myself to ask housekeeping to send up another bed.

“Is that all right?”

“That’s no problem. I’ll set up shop in the next room. There’s enough space. My name’s Michael, by the way.”

“Hi. I’m Jenny.” I said, and we shook hands.

I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. Oh please, God, I thought, don’t let any rooms open up unexpectedly. I usually slept in the nude but that was out of the question with this stranger in the room. I threw on a plain white T-shirt that I used for workouts.

When I came out, the twin bed had been set up.

“I’m going to change and then I’ll be out of your way.”

I peeked into the bathroom before he closed the door all the way. He took his shirt off. His body wasn’t perfectly sculpted but he was built like a man – strong, slightly muscular arms, a tattoos on his biceps. I dreaded falling asleep masturbating over the stranger in the next room – how pathetic. But it was too risky to come on to him he was after all, a stranger. When he walked out of the bathroom I trying to read the biography of Charles Bukowski, the writer.

“I thought I was the only person on earth who had that book.” Michael said.

I have a first edition of “Post Office.” I said. He sat down on the bed and we talked about writers we enjoyed. He was so easy to talk to, so funny, I let my guard down.

“You can take your T-shirt off. Don’t be uncomfortable on my account.”

“I think I’ll do that.” He slipped his shirt off. I watched him, savoring the moment like a teen-ager in the backseat of a car.

“This isn’t the hotel bedspread. You brought it with you.”

“I istanbul escort kızları like the way it feels. The velvet – it’s not like the scratchy old rags they put on the beds here. I usually.. umm.. sleep in the nude.”

“Don’t be uncomfortable on my account.” Michael breathed. “You can take your T-shirt off if you want. I don’t mind.”

His sweet breath in my ear was too much. “I’m going to stop being a lady if you keep talking like that. You’re going to make me do something I’ll regret.”

“I promise you won’t regret it.”

“Its up to you. We can do as much or as little as you like and stop when you want to stop.”

I kissed him, his chest so firm and manly, so different from my usual businessmen boyfriends. Michael pulled my T-shirt off, then guided my head up to his mouth. As we kissed, I scooted up and slipped my panties and guided him down to my pussy. He tempted me with a trail of little sweet kisses before eating me expertly with his tongue. I felt his cock growing hard against my leg. “Do you like that, love; he smiled lifting his head and looking at me, strong chin shiny with my pussy juice. I giggled, and kissed him. Taste that you taste that. That’s you. That’s what you taste like a sweet peach…” I kissed his chin and licked my lips. “Please do something for me,” I whispered. “Yes, love,” he ran his fingers through my dark blonde hair, still wet from the shower.

“Fuck me, I need your cock in me. Let me see it first…I licked a bit of precum off him. He tasted so good. His taste, his smell, evoked feelings in me that could prove more dangerous than any drug. I read somewhere once that a feminine woman can get hooked on a hormone produced during when she orgasms by a studly man. I knew it was dangerously true, but I’d gladly suffer the consequences, I’d gladly go through withdrawal from this man’s scent and body. I sucked him ravenously, digging my hands into his back and squeezing him hard.

“Get on top, baby, you wanna ride, I can tell,”

I laughed. All my hidden lusts were emerging, and I was lucky to unleash them on such a willing, active victim. Unashamed, I straddled him.

“There, that fits in so nice and easy.” He moaned. His escort bahçeşehir cock filled me up, almost to the point of hurting. It had been so long since I had been driven to the edge of desire, since I had felt like a totally sexual being. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Michael noticed this and laughed. “You better than any porno star, baby,” I stared at his body, at the sweat pouring down his chest, at the look of pleasure on his face, and finally at the cum that poured out of his cock – a gorgeous release.

We kissed and cuddled, with moans substituting for words. He slipped his arms around my waist and held me close as though he’d afraid I’d escape. I fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.

Slowly the sun filtered through the thin white slits of the window blinds. I opened my eyes. The bed still smelled like sex. Melancholy set in – it was seven am and he’d be gone. Slowly I prepared myself for the inevitable. And turned over. And there he was stretching in bed he even looked beautiful in the morning.

He kissed my neck. “C’mere, let’s start the day off right.”

Before I could express my delight, his arms enveloped me and he pressed his body so hard against mine, cuddling me squeezing me greedily sliding his hands over my breasts and down to my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his. He fingered my already wet pussy. I gently felt for his erect cock and helped him inside. I lost myself in the absolute pleasure of his cock entering me and growing larger and harder in my pussy. I made sure that he got on top this time, and I watched him fuck me in the mirror. It was a beautiful picture I would always remember.

The specter of attending to reality lapsed completely I didn’t know I was in a hotel room, or even in Los Angeles or even on planet earth. I knew I was with the most beautiful, sensual man I had ever known. He was obeying my every command, licking and kissing my long-neglected pussy. That’s all I knew and more than I could have ever dreamed.

There isn’t much I remember about the rest of the day – I know that we showered and dressed separately, agreeing that we’d never leave the hotel room if we got ready together.

As I walked through the lobby to the taxi stand, trying hard to hide the wicked smile with a neutral expression, the concierge greeted me. “Good morning, Miss Reily, I’m sorry about the inconvenience last night. We will have a new room ready for you this evening.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, Freddie”, I said glancing at the man’s name tag,” You can take your time it was no problem. No problem at all.”

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I have known her a long, long time. From the first time I saw her, I had a huge crush on her. That gradually grew into a full blown fantasy.

She was a few years older than me. She was tall and thin, with sexy long, tanned legs and a small luscious ass. Her breasts were very small, but they fit her perfectly. She kept her hair long and it varied from light brown to dark blonde.

I thought that she was so beautiful and I wanted her so bad. We were friends and dated other people throughout the years, but we always stayed in touch with each other.

We flirted with each other, but it was mostly innocent. We would talk about sex now and then and even had phone sex once, but for a long time, it never went past that.

I knew it was more when I would see her and feel my cock stirring in my pants. At times, she would have my cock fully erect without even knowing it.

What started as an innocent crush, had grown into my fantasy.

The first time we ever fooled around was great. We had gone out as friends to shoot pool at a local billiard bar. We shot pool and drank lots of beer. If the evening would have ended with that, it would have been fun.

She looked great. She wore a button up shirt and jeans. Her long legs looked great in the jeans and they were tight enough to show her beautiful little ass.

We walked out to the parking lot, it was cold, and we jumped into my car to warm up. We talked for a while and before I knew it, we were kissing. She was a great kisser. Our tongues explored each other. My hands began groping her, running through her long hair, rubbing her ass. I felt her tiny breasts as we kissed harder. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt and opened it to expose her bra clad breasts. I kissed down her neck and over the tops of her breasts. I could feel my cock beginning to awaken in my own jeans.

We kissed more passionately as I slid her bra down and felt her small breast with my fingers, teasing her small nipple, making it erect. I rubbed it between my fingers as her breathing grew harder. I kissed down her neck again and licked her hard nipple with tongue. I sucked it gently, flicking it with my tongue. She sighed deeply.

I stopped for a second to take a look at her. Here I was with my dream girl, the girl I had had a crush on for years. She was so beautiful, so hot. It was incredible to see her getting so hot from what I was doing to her!

By this time, my cock was straining against my jeans. We continued

to kiss hard while I teased her breasts with my hands. I could not control myself anymore. I wanted her so bad. My hand traveled down her flat stomach to her jeans. She did not stop me as I unbuttoned her jeans. She kissed me harder.

My hand dove under her panties and over the small mound of her tiny bush. I softly stroked her pussy, feeling that she was already getting wet. She sighed deeply again as my fingers found her clit and stroked it softly. She responded by grabbing my now hard cock through my jeans. She began stroking it through my jeans. My fingers increased the tempo on her clit, I could feel her getting wetter and wetter.

She unbuttoned my jeans and reached in and grabbed my hard cock. I was so excited. I wanted her so escort türbanlı much I couldn’t stand it! I wanted to pull off her pants and lean her back and go down on her wet pussy. I wanted to taste her so bad. But she would not move. I hoped then that maybe she would pull my cock out and suck it, but that did not happen either.

We continued kissing passionately, stroking each other, getting each other hotter and hotter. It was wonderful, but my lust wanted more of her.

“Let’s go get a hotel room.” I said.

“I can’t.” she said, breathing heavily. “My boyfriend may come over.”

Lost in the moment, I had forgotten all about her having a boyfriend. I hope that she had too, but apparently not all together.

“I need to go.” she said sadly.

I wanted to tell her no, but I didn’t. We dressed ourselves and kissed each other goodbye.

I went home that night and replayed everything over in my mind. I ended up jerking off my hard cock and shooting a huge load of cum as I fantasized about her.

Our relationship drifted back to being friends again. We never talked about that night. I still lusted after her each time I saw her in short shorts or a revealing shirt. I would fantasize about her and rub my cock raw, jerking off to thoughts of her.

I would be with other women and fantasize about them being her. I would dream that it was her sucking on my cock and fire off a huge load of cum, much to the surprise of the girl I was actually with! She was still my ultimate dream girl.

One night I had been out drinking with my buddies. I was feeling pretty good and gave her a call. To my surprise, she told me to come over.

She met me at the front door in a robe and led me to her bedroom. We fell into the bed together and I quickly parted her robe, finding her naked beneath it. We kissed and I sucked at her small breasts. My hand reached down and stroked her pussy, getting her wet in seconds. She looked so wonderful naked.

After a few minutes, she was soaking wet. She pulled my hard cock free from my jeans. The head of my cock was covered in pre-cum and she used it to lubricate my cock as she began stroking my hardness.

I wanted to go down on her and taste her sweet pussy, but she would not let me. We continued to stroke each other, much to my growing frustration.

I told her that I wanted her to cum, but she said that she would not be able to with me using just my fingers. I told her that I wanted to be inside her, but she told me that she did not think that was a good idea.

I went home again that night and jerked my cock into a huge eruption of thick ropes of cum, dreaming that I was fucking her sweet, little, hot pussy.

I called her the next day to see how things were between us. I was surprised when she told me to come over. When I got over to her house, she was just about to get into the shower. She told me to relax, so I hung out in her bedroom, while she took a shower in the room next door.

I heard her get out of the shower and towel off. She walked into her bedroom wrapped in a towel. She stood there and we talked for a few seconds and then she dropped her towel.

She escorts istanbul was marvelous. Her long sexy legs led up to a neatly trimmed bush. Her small breasts stood out on her chest and her face was beaming with beauty.

I stood and went to her, taking each other in our arms, we kissed and groped each other. She helped me pull off my clothes and we were naked together, kissing and holding each other. I became erect in minutes and she led me to the bed.

She pushed me back on the bed and then laid on top of me. We kissed more passionately, our bodies pressed together. My hard cock was pressed against the softness of her bush.

She spread her legs and let my cock slip down and touch her hot wetness. I could feel the heat coming off of her pussy. She pushed her hips back and I felt myself slid into her. She was so hot and wet. Her tight pussy enveloped my hardness. It felt like heaven. She still lay on top of me, not straddling or riding me, just lying on top of me, kissing still.

She moved back and forth, letting my cock penetrate deeper and deeper into her. I could feel her hard nipples against my chest. Her freshly washed hair dangled down in my face, smelling flowery and fresh.

She was moving faster and faster. Her hot little pussy felt so good. I knew I was not going to last long, but she would not slow down. She continued to rock back and forth on me.

I felt my cock getting ready to explode. I pulled out of her and erupted all over her and the bed. I was so humiliated that I had only lasted a few minutes. I had wanted it to last forever.

She collapsed on top of me and we held each other for several minutes in silence, just enjoying the feel of each other. Finally, she pulled herself up. She went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up and brought me a towel.

It had been short, but wonderful. She was so beautiful and had felt so good. She never said a word about my premature eruption, much to my relief. I knew that I could have fucked her better than that. I hoped that there would be another chance for me.

Several months later, we had met for drinks. We had gone up to the corner bar, near my house. We finished our drinks and left, back to my house. I wasn’t sure where things would go, but I quickly found out.

We were soon naked on my bed. She looked wonderful naked. Some guys might have thought her to be too skinny or her tits too small, but to me, she was a goddess. It did not take much foreplay before I was rock hard.

I wanted to go down on her and taste her pussy and tease her with my tongue, but she would not let me. Instead, she rolled me on my back and straddled me. She gently grabbed my hard cock and slid me inside of her.

She was wonderful. Her pussy was so hot, wet, and tight. It felt as if she were clutching at my hard cock with her pussy. I grew even harder inside of her. She started slowly, grinding her hips up and down. I met her with soft thrusts up into her. I would lean up and kiss her or take her small nipples in my mouth. Our breathing grew heavier as we enjoyed the feel of each other.

I slid my hands to her hips and pulled her down on me as I thrust up into her. Her pussy was so tight escort olgun around my hard cock, it felt so good. The alcohol from earlier was keeping me from coming too soon. To my relief, this time it was lasting a long time. She was moaning softly now, her pace increasing. We were kissing harder now as she got hotter.

I could not believe that finally, my beautiful dream girl was actually here, riding me, enjoying it as much as I did. She looked so beautiful, naked and ecstatic. I was still rock hard, thrusting up into her hot pussy.

My hands slowly slid to her tiny ass. Without thinking about it, my fingers were soon teasing her backside. She moaned again. Slowly I slid a finger just inside of her ass and slowly wiggled it back and forth as I thrust my cock harder into her.

She was going much faster now, moaning much more loudly now. My finger and my blood engorged cock penetrating faster into the liquid heat of her pussy and her ass. I was thrusting up off of the bed, hard into her. She responded back just as hard. I was so hard, it actually hurt a little, but I ignored that because her pussy felt so good.

“Please, don’t cum inside of me.” She said breathlessly.

In the rush of things, we had not even considered a condom. Now I was glad that we had not used one, this felt too good to have passed up.

“Okay.” I replied.

Just as fast, her body contracted and she moaned loudly. I could tell that she was coming. I thrust up into her harder, as her body shivered in an orgasm. Her head was back, as if she were looking up to the ceiling, as she moaned loudly with pleasure.

We continued on and soon she had another orgasm. She looked so beautiful, lost in the passion of her orgasm. Seeing her cum, made me even hotter! We were going so fast now, so hard. It felt so great. She was on fire and we were both sweating some now.

We had a great rhythm going, meeting each other’s thrust with our own. Her eyes were closed, but she had a look of immense enjoyment on her beautiful face. I leaned up and took her nipple in my mouth and she sighed loudly. I felt myself getting close to exploding.

I told her that I was going to cum and pulled myself out of her hot pussy, and my cock ended up in between her tiny ass cheeks, jutting up toward the ceiling. My cock exploded like a volcano when I came. I felt a huge load of molten cum shooting out of me. She leaned down and kissed me hard as I finished coming. I don’t ever remember coming so hard. We laid together for a short time and then she said that she needed to go.

We would remain friends for many more years to come. She never mentioned our times together, but I hope that she thought they were as hot as I did. Sometimes I would see her looking especially hot, maybe in a bikini at the beach or a sexy outfit. I would think back to that night and how good it felt being inside her hot little pussy.

I usually ended up jerking off again, but now it was so much better. I knew how great her pussy felt, how her long legs wrapped around me felt, how she looked riding my cock, and how she looked when she came. I would fantasize how it would be to cum in that hot little pussy or shooting hot strands of cum on her small tits. I would dream about bursting in her mouth as she gave me a blowjob or how she would taste as I ate her pussy. I would even reward the girl I was screwing at that time with particularly large loads of cum as I fantasized about her as we had sex.

So despite all the years, she still remains my fantasy girl!

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I was feeling frustrated. Why? Who knows? It was just a case of severe frustration giving me the heebie jeebies and making me want to run around looking for a kitten to kick. Not a dog. They might bite and I wanted to attack something defenceless. And I was horny. Not that that is anything new. A natural state of affairs for any man.

It was a nice day, so I decided I’d go out and run off all my frustrations and horniness, working up a good sweat. Accordingly I put on my running things and headed down to the local park.

I suppose I shouldn’t really call it a park. It was a nature reserve, and there were several square miles of it. Parts of it consisted of parkland, but not much. Ninety percent was natural vegetation with walking tracks and a couple of bike tracks. Pedestrians were supposed to keep off the bike tracks and any cyclist on a pedestrian path was liable to suffer injury when they were pushed into the nearest bush.

There were a number of jogging tracks. Three or four were in common usage, but there were another half dozen minor tracks that just meandered through the bush. It was all that meandering that made them unpopular with runners and joggers. They like long straight stretches with few bends. A path that seemed to switch direction every dozen yards didn’t make for a good run.

So here I am trotting down a path, just starting to work up a sweat. And there she was, jogging towards me, a sweet young thing with a tight top that totally failed to control her breasts. She had a terrible case of boob-bounce. I was watching them so hard I damn near jogged into a tree when she passed. I’ll just bet that her breasts would continue to bounce for a good five minutes after she stopped running.

On I went, my horniness index higher than when I started, thanks to that young woman. Jogging along and I overtake another sweet young thing. Why the hell are they all out jogging this morning? Why aren’t they at home, in bed, taking care of their man?

Overtaking a pretty little jogger is worse than just passing one going the other way. Going the other way you’re distracted for a few seconds by the pretty girl (and the boobs) but then you pass each other and you continue on your way, smiling. Overtaking means that you’re trotting up from behind and you’ll be behind her for a while. That means, in this particular case, that I was trotting along behind a teenager wearing tight shorts. Very tight and very short. And her bottom wobbled. There was a real lilt to the way her buttocks rolled around inside those shorts.

That natural sway of the woman’s bottom prevented me passing her. I just automatically slowed down to appreciate the view. Unsurprisingly, this did nothing to help my general state of frustration and horniness.

I gave up on the running. The path I was on forked and I headed down the little used path, slowing to a stroll and enjoying nature. All escort tesettürlü was calm and peaceful, just the calling of the birds breaking the quiet.

I was starting to relax while strolling down the path. I suppose I must have walked for a good five minutes, getting deeper and deeper into the reserve. (There was no chance of getting lost. They had little signs every time two tracks crossed, indicating the nearest exit.)

Then I heard feet slapping the ground and the next thing I knew a young woman was jogging up from behind. She was about twenty five and quite pretty. She pulled up level with me and was almost jogging on the spot as she started to chatter.

“You’re not going to keep fit just strolling along like that,” she said rather derisively. “You need to run.”

Why are these fitness fanatics always urging other people to run? I’ll run when I want to and casually stroll when I want to. Right now, casual strolling fitted my requirements.

“I’ve been running,” I pointed out. “I was trying to run off excess energy but it wasn’t working. Now I’m relaxing.”

“If you’re trying to work of excess energy maybe you should try a different type of exercise. Tai Chi, for instance.”

Yeah, right. I’m going to prance around doing formal Asian dance moves. I knew the type of exercise I wanted and Tai Chi wasn’t it.

“I suppose you also do Tai Chi as well as running?”

“It’s very healthy,” she said, nodding to indicate that she did do it. “It really helps your fitness.”

“I’ll pass. I must admit that there is another type of exercise I want. How about you drop your shorts and I’ll indulge?”

She went red and glared at me.

“I was only trying to be friendly,” she snapped. “There’s no need to be rude.”

She was about to jog off but I reached out and hooked a finger over her shorts, stopping her. She tried to pull away but I managed to flick open the button. I gave a little tug and her shorts slid down over her bottom. So did her panties, with just a little help.

“I wasn’t being rude,” I said. “I was making an offer. I think I really need some exercise.”

She was protesting and blushing and grabbing at her shorts. I was fending her arms off so she couldn’t get at them and also lifting her top. I managed to push that up over her bra and then pushed the bra up so her breasts popped out.

She was still wriggling and glaring at me, telling me to cease and desist or she’d scream.

I let her go and started undoing my own shorts. She promptly bent down to grab her shorts to pull them up.

“Stop it. Don’t do that,” I said, speaking firmly.

She looked at me, startled.

“What do you mean, don’t do it?” she asked, hands clutching her shorts.

“If you pull them up, how am I supposed to get my exercise?” I asked, pushing my own shorts and undies down. istanbul escort girls “You can see I’m badly in need of it.”

That was true. My general level of horniness would have guaranteed an erection without her body being on display. Seeing that it was, well. . .

“Do you seriously think that I’m going to let you have sex with me?”

“Well, yes,” I said.

I reached out and lightly stroked her from breast to pussy.

“Are you crazy? You can’t just pull down a woman’s pants and tell her you want to have sex with her”

“Why not?” I asked. “It seems quite reasonable to me. Now we both know where we stand.”

I took her arm and tugged her closer, slipping my arms around her to cup her bottom.

“But, but people just don’t do that sort of thing.”

“I do,” I said with a shrug. “Are you saying that you won’t?”

“Even if I wanted to, which I don’t, might I point out we’re in the middle of a nature reserve and people may come past at any moment.”

“And they might not. Lift your leg.” I lightly slapped her thigh.

“Why?”

“Facilitate entry,” I said calmly, lightly tapping her thing again.

She seemed to gulp, then lifted her leg. I caught it under the knee and lifted it higher. A slight adjustment and my erection was pressing firmly against her pussy, then it was slipping between her lips and sinking deeper.

I gave a sigh of relief and she made a strange sort of sound.

“My god, you’re really doing it. We’re in the middle of the path and you’re trying to fuck me. I don’t believe this.”

By this time I was sinking in nice and deep. I hooked her leg around my waist and closed my hands around her bottom again, holding her to me, finally pushing home that last little bit.

Seeing she was only standing on one leg her hands came up and clutched hold of my shirt, gripping it tightly. I started to rock, slowly moving in and out of her. It wasn’t all one sided. Her leg tightened around my waist and she was moving with me, pushing herself against me as I drove in.

I was just quietly enjoying the unexpected exercise, but not so my partner. She was becoming vocal as we got going.

“God, I can’t believe this is happening,” she insisted. “I don’t even know you. How can I let you do this? My god! What if someone comes? We’ll be arrested.”

She did carry on. She’d be squeaking and gasping and pumping eagerly against me, then she’d be fretting again, telling me all the reasons we shouldn’t be doing this. I just stayed shut and did my humble best to pleasure her and make up for her inner turmoil.

She got even more vocal when I suddenly pulled out.

“What are you doing?” she wailed. “I’m not ready. You can’t finish yet. It’s not fair. You started this.”

“Quiet, woman,” I snapped. “Just turn around and put your hands against that tree.”

She spun around, leaning escort özbek forward, bracing herself, head turned to see what I was doing. Good thing she was bracing herself because I moved up behind her and drove in fiercely. She gave a small shriek, her bottom bouncing up to meet me, and then I really started putting some effort into it.

Bending forward the way she was, her breasts were dangling and, being a true gentleman, I reached around her to provide the support they needed. I held them tightly while I took her, enjoying the feel of them and really enjoying the friction of her hot moist passage as my cock used it, plunging in and out with all the effort I could apply.

They say that jogging is a substitute for sex. They’re mad. All the jogging did was warm us both up for the main course. I banged on home, tensions rising in both of us. Soon it was just a matter of time as to which of us would finish.

I was hoping that she’d finish first, on the principle that if she did I could just bang in harder and finish anyway. If I finished first, she’d be right out of luck, as I wouldn’t be waiting around for her to catch up.

As it happened, she was lucky, coming rather loudly. I pushed forward that little bit more, encouraging her to really blow her cork and finishing with a bang myself.

It was funny. She’d been fretting that someone might come, and now that she was hugging the tree, unaware of what was around her, someone did come trotting up.

I’d just pulled loose, my cock standing half-erect and exhausted, when the pretty young thing with the bouncing boobs came jogging around the corner, boobs still doing their merry dance.

She came to an abrupt halt to see us. My partner leaning against the tree, everything on display, and me, while on display, at least tidying myself away. She stood there gaping, obviously wondering whether she should keep going or turn and bolt.

I strolled over to her, looking as harmless as possible. When within reach I just couldn’t resist lifting her top to admire those breasts of hers. Lovely they were.

“You really should wear a bra where jogging,” I told her. “There are some excellent sports bras you can get, even for someone with your endowments. Do you jog every day?”

She nodded dumbly.

“Well, maybe with a bit of luck we’ll bump into each other tomorrow. Now off you go.”

I pulled her top back down and gave her a friendly pat on the bottom and she took off like a racing deer, getting the hell away from the predator.

I considered my partner, still propped up against the tree. It would be rude to just depart and leave her like that, I decided. I wandered back to her and straightened her clothes. She started to come out of it while I was doing that and hastily finished the job herself.

She looked at me once she was tidy, seeming puzzled. Then she shook her head and looked away.

“I’m going to finish my run,” she said. “You do not need to keep me company.”

With that she was off and running. Beats me. Why would she think I wanted to keep her company? I was relaxed and ready to go back home. I really had to come to the reserve more often, I decided. It had a decidedly beneficial ambiance about it.

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I was heading out to Wal Mart for some groceries one day at the end of March last year, when I saw my neighbor Sherri from across the road walking down her driveway to check her mailbox. She waved as I pulled to the end of my driveway.

“Hi, Sherri,” I called out through my open window. We were friendly, but not especially close. I’d often see her getting the mail, or when I’d be out in the yard and she’d be coming or going. She was in her mid 40’s with a son who was a senior in the local high school, and a daughter who was a sophomore there. Sometimes we’d meet when I was doing a lap around the neighborhood-about a mile-and she was walking her dog. It always seemed she was going the opposite direction. We chatted occasionally, but nothing serious. She gave a lot of attention to her son, who was a standout player on the baseball team. As with most athletics, it required a lot of parental involvement, though I rarely saw Doug, her husband, with their son. He had some kind of sales job, and travelled a lot, since he didn’t seem to be around much that I could see.

Sherri is attractive in a girl next door MILF kind of way, blonde curls cascading over her shoulders, nice tits, I guess about C cup, and shapely, full ass. I had occasionally thought of what a night with her would be like, but hadn’t figured out a way to approach her without it looking like what it was. Since she lived so close, it was a delicate situation, and I didn’t want to create any bad blood in the neighborhood.

“Hey!!” Sherri called out as I turned onto the street. I stopped as she walked toward me. “You’re not going to Wal Mart by any chance, are you??”

“I am, actually. Can I pick you up something??”

Sherri looked at me a moment. “Can I ride with you??”

Hmmm…this might be my opening. “Sure. Hop in.”

Sherri got in, explaining that her daughter needed some supplies for a project she was working on. “Everything’s an emergency,” she said apologetically. “She just called me from her friend’s house. They’re working together, but don’t have a way to the store. I’d go myself, but my car’s in the shop til Monday, and my son has his car.”

“Do we need to drop the stuff off there??”

“No, she can get it at home later. She has the things she needs, just doesn’t have the display board to paste it on. He can do that tonight at home.” Sherri looked at me a moment. “Crap, I don’t have my purse!! Is it too much trouble to go back??”

“Don’t worry about it. I can spot you the board. Just pay me back when you see me.”

Sherri looked relieved. “Thanks,” she said. “I’ll make it up to you.”

I reached over to the console, putting my hand on hers. “Not a problem. It’s only a display board. If you skip town tonight and I never see you again, I’m only out, what, $5??”

Sherri smiled. I thought I felt her fingers entwining with mine.

“So, how have you been?? For all the times I run into you, we rarely talk.”

“Good. The kids are all doing well, though I wish I could get my baseball star son to think ahead a little more. The college scouts are coming around, and if he could get a scholarship somewhere, it would be a real help. But he has baseball on the mind, and the season is getting into high gear.”

“Yeah, sports will take a lot of your attention. At least he’s doing something constructive.”

“True,” said Sherri, distantly.

“How’s Doug these days. I don’t see him much.” I had noticed that his pick up, which was in the driveway most nights, had not been there the last several weeks.

“Well, um,” Sherri looked out the window. “We’re not together.”

I pulled up to the stop sign at the end of our road where it goes into the state highway. I looked over at her. She tightened her grip on my fingers. “I’m sorry,” I said. “That’s never easy.”

Sherri looked at me and smiled. “I’m not!!” She got more serious. “Things hadn’t been going well for a few years. That’s why you saw me out walking the dog a lot.” I thought a moment. I had run into her a lot more in the past year or so.

I laughed at her reaction. “I get that. But still, you have a lot of time invested in each other, over 20 years.”

“Twenty three, married 19. It is a long time.” We rolled on toward Wal Mart, about 15 minutes away. Sherri leaned over, putting her head on my shoulder. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of this unusual move, but I let go of her hand, reached over and pulled her to me, kissing the top of her blonde head.

“Thanks for taking me. This is a big help.”

“We can drop this off to your daughter if you want. It might make her project move along a little quicker.”

“You don’t mind??”

“Nah. Can’t be that far, can it??”

“She’s just over the other side of town, but with traffic and all, it may take 20 minutes, and then still we have to get home.”

“It’s not a big deal. I wasn’t doing anything that important anyway. And I’m enjoying the unexpected company.”

Sherri smiled and looked up at me. “Thanks. You’re sweet.”

“I don’t know about that. I try to help people out.” Sherri let go of my hand, wrapping both arms around my right arm, hugging it. escort sınırsız She stayed there for a few moments before sitting up. For someone who was not really close to me til, well, ever, she was getting awfully cozy awfully fast. I didn’t mind it, really, but it was unexpected.

We ran off the fifteen or so minutes to Wal Mart, which gave Sherri and I a chance to get to know each other better, sharing the basics of our lives. I gave her the five minute version of my life story, and she gave me hers. She related how she and Doug had started out with a lot of hopes and dreams, and somehow had gone astray in the last five or six years. It was a common tale, told the world over. I pulled into a spot in the Wal Mart lot as we finished up her story, sitting a few minutes as we talked about life lessons and such.

Sherri was going a mile a minute, so I just sat and listened, taking in the expressions on her face, but mostly looking at how her blonde hair framed her face, and the brightness in her blue eyes. Finally she stopped, looking at me looking at her. “What?? I’m sorry, I’m rambling on way too long,” she said apologetically.

“No, not at all. I’m guessing you have not had too many places to let this out, and I’m happy to listen.”

Sherri smiled. “You’re sweet. Still sweet.”

“Maybe,” I said smiling at her, still taken by how pretty she was. I reached over, pushing a strand of hair away from her face. “But you are too. And beautiful.” Our eyes met, and we leaned toward each other, meeting in a short, sweet kiss. We pulled away, our eyes still fixed on each other. I took Sherri’s hands in mine. “Look, um, I’m retired and have quite a bit of free time. If you want to come over and vent, or just talk about anything, if my garage door is open, which it is most of the time in the warm weather, feel free to drop in.”

Sherri smiled at me, then leaned over to kiss me again, a quick kiss on the lips. “Thanks. I may do that.”

“I’ll look forward to it. Don’t be shy. I really mean it. Come over if you need, or just want some company.” I squeezed her hands and we got out, heading into the store. I didn’t need many items, and would have a quick pass through the grocery section. Sherri headed for stationery and art supplies, and thought she might pick up a few things she needed for the house, if I didn’t mind spotting her for them. I told her not to worry, and I’d meet her farther back in the store.

I worked through my list quickly, and was back in the dairy aisle when I saw Sherri coming toward me from office supplies. She was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt; as she walked toward me, it was quite obvious she was braless under it, as her tits were bouncing enthusiastically as she approached. She dropped her things in my cart. “All set,” she said, catching her breath. After watching her quick approach, so was I.

“Good deal. I have two more things, and we’ll get out of here.” I picked up my last items, though I was now paying more attention to Sherri than the rest of my grocery list, watching her bounce as we walked the length of the store to get to the checkouts. I paid for our things, Sherri unintentionally making quite a show of herself as she moved around while bagging at the self checkout, and headed to the car. I loaded the bags in the back, Sherri taking the cart back, and trotting back from the cart corral. My heart leapt as I watched her tits shake under her shirt. She got in, caught her breath, and kissed me on the cheek.

“Thanks for doing this. It’s a real help. I’ll pay you back when we get home.”

“No hurry. It’s only about $12. I’ll never notice it. Any time that’s convenient is fine.”

Sherri smiled. “That’s sweet of you. Maybe I’ll stop by later.”

I smiled at her. “I’d like that. Now-how do we get to your daughter’s friend’s house??”

Sherri gave me directions, and we were off. We got to the friend’s house about 15 minutes later. She came out and got the supplies with a perfunctory ‘hi’ to me, and a short chat with her mom. That done, we headed back to our neighborhood. As I reached the stop sign at the end of the street, Sherri turned to me and said, “Thank you. I really appreciate the effort you’ve gone to for me today.”

“No problem at all,” I said. “Bringing this to her will make her get the project done quicker, and she’ll be able to do it with her friends, which adds to the teamwork aspect of it. She may even get a better grade, which is a plus. Besides, I get to spend a little more time with you.” I smiled at Sherri. I was discovering that I really enjoyed her company, now that I had a chance for more of it.

Sherri leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. As she did, she went to put her hand on the console to steady herself, but it slid off and landed squarely on the crotch of my pants. Ever since seeing her in the store, I had been replaying the sight of her bouncing tits as she walked toward me, which had left me with a steady hard on. The exchange with her daughter just then had relaxed it a bit, but I was still closer to full mast than furled.

Sherri’s hand lingered escorts a moment, then she realized what it was she felt. “Oh!!” she said, sounding surprised. “Have you been like that the whole time??”

I smiled back at her. She still hadn’t moved her hand. “Just since I saw you walking toward me at Wal Mart, and it became obvious that you’re not wearing anything under that t-shirt.” I reached over to give her right breast a squeeze, figuring if she had her hand on my cock, turnabout allowed me a feel, too. She felt soft, and I felt her nipple stiffen to my touch.

Sherri smiled again and looked at me. “That feels good. It’s been a while since someone touched me like that. I miss it.” She rubbed my cock through my jeans. “Why don’t we help each other out??” she said, going for my zipper. I turned the corner, thinking we should get off the block in case her daughter decided she needed something and maybe saw us still sitting at the stop sign. Sherri had me out in no time, and was starting to give me what was promising to be a masterful hand job.

A hand job is a fairly straightforward process: expose erect penis, stroke til it shoots streams of white goo. Yet, some women barely manage to do the basics, while others really have a touch for it. Sherri was one of the latter. Her hands were soft, and she was able to stroke me with just the right pressure-not too hard, enough to cause the tension needed to really stimulate, and she knew when to ease up to keep me from overheating too quickly. We took a slightly longer route back, one that would keep us out of the main part of town, allowing Sherri to work on me without fear of being observed by other drivers or random pedestrians.

Sherri spent most of the 15 minute trip home bent over the console, stroking me gently, getting me close to eruption, then backing off. A few times she had to sit up-those damn consoles aren’t too pleasant on a girl’s ‘girls’-which took the pressure off me while giving her some relief. The first time she sat up, I pulled up her t-shirt, revealing the loveliness I had suspected she was hiding all along, a pair of roughly 36C tits that were full and round, with pink nipples that stood out appealingly, surrounded by slightly lighter areolae. I enjoyed the way they swayed with the motion of the car. I reached over to play with the left one as we drove, making Sherri giggle.

“I don’t think I’ve had someone do that in a car since high school,” she admitted.

“Hubby not much for playing in the car??”

“No, not really. Said it was too distracting.”

“I can see his point. I mean, if I had those out in the open while I was driving, it might take my attention from the road, too. On the other hand, I don’t have a problem staying in lane, even with those out,” I said, giving her a look, and reaching past the left tit to give the right one some attention. Sherri aided my quest by pulling her t-shirt over her head and setting it in her lap. We were in a rural area, and didn’t need to worry about someone seeing us. I played with both tits, tweaking the nipples, which made Sherri squirm.

Sherri resumed her attention to my cock, which was standing tall through my zipper. “Why don’t we let that out a little more?? After all, I have my tits completely out.”

“Fair enough,” I said, lifting my ass off the seat. Sherri pulled them down so the waist was about mid thigh, giving her complete access to my cock and balls. She reached over, now cupping my balls in her right hand, her left slowly stroking me. I noticed the faint white band where her wedding rings had been. She held my balls as we drove, adding to the wonderful tension that was building as she continued to stroke. Every so often, she’d get me to the brink, then pull back as my cock throbbed in her hand, come oozing from the head. She’d hold still as it rolled off the crown of my dick and down her fingers. Once I relaxed, she’d resume her stroking, using the edged come as lube. Once, after edging me, she sat up. I took the come sliding down my shaft and rubbed it into her nipples, making her giggle and squirm.

It didn’t take long before we were close to home. We slowed long enough for Sherri to get her shirt back on, and me to get my jeans pulled up, though I did not zip or button them. We pulled into my driveway, behind the RV outside the two car garage, preventing a view from the side street. Sherri pulled up her shirt, revealing her tits, and went back to stroking me. I gave her tits a good feel, making sure to pay attention to the nipples so they stood out and stiffened. Sherri moaned softly as the electricity ran through them.

Sherri didn’t slow down from my attention, and I was soon on the brink. She sensed it too, her eyes were fixed on my swelling cockhead. “Come for me, baby. Let me see your fat cockhead shoot hot, sticky come all over my fingers.” She slowed her manipulation, ending with a long, slow, upward stroke. A short burst of come erupted from my dick, dropping onto her fingers, which were holding the underside of my shaft. The first big spurt went up in the air, landing on her wrist. She started to stroke, using the escort gecelik come from the short spurt to lube my shaft. Another long spurt shot up, also landing on her wrist. She stroked up so her index and middle fingers were over the head. Another pulse, then a thick spurt shot into her hand, forcing its way between her two fingers and down over her ring finger and pinky. She stroked down, her thumb covering the head of my dick, another shot of semen hitting it and spreading over the head and down the shaft, then one more big but less forceful wad that spread over the head and down onto Sherri’s hand. She stroked my now come covered cock as another three or four smaller shots of sperm spilled out, Sherri smearing them around the head with her thumb. As she stroked, noisily now that my come was smacking every time she ran her hand up and down my shaft, I felt her body shake, and she let out a whimper.

She looked up at me, her face having a look of a woman who has just come. I kissed her as she slowed her stroking, then stopped. She looked down at my cock. “Wow!!” I said softly. “That was the most awesome hand job I’ve ever had.”

Sherri smiled. “I think that’s the most awesome hand job I’ve ever given.” She pulled her hand off my cock, licking the sperm from her fingers. “I’ve always loved giving a good hand job, but doing that for you really got me off, and you playing with my tits really started me off pretty good. I don’t think I ever made a guy come that much. Watching and feeling you come, well,” she blushed and pushed her hair back, “made me come, too. That hasn’t happened in a long time.”

I kissed her. “I’m glad my reaction gave you such a thrill,” I said as she licked in between her fingers. “Your touch is magical. We’ll have to do this again.”

Sherri looked at me and smiled. “Yes, we will.” She looked around, pulling her shirt back down. She kissed me again. “I should get back to the house. My son will be back from baseball practice any time. “Thanks for everything today.”

I chuckled. “No, thank you!! Going to Wally World was never so much fun.” We kissed as she got out and went across the street. She picked up the mail, then walked up to her door. I watched her walk away from me, admiring her form, which looked good even in sweat pants, which almost no one looks good in. She blew me a kiss as she stood in the door. I blew one back, and she was gone.

Now that we were better acquainted, Sherri come over several days most weeks, mostly just to talk, though more often than not, there was some hand job time. It seemed Sherri liked to play with a hard cock, and got off watching me come. Sometimes we’d sit together on the sofa while she stroked me to orgasm, sometimes she’d sit while I stood in front of her, she jerking me til I came on her tits. I’d play with them while she played my cock, and often I could get her worked up enough that she’d have a powerful orgasm when I came on them, then rubbed my sperm into the soft skin and nipples.

One day not long after we started, I went to reach into her sweats while she was jerking me, but she held me off. “Not yet,” she said, kissing me. “I’m still a little unsettled by the divorce, I’m just not ready to let anyone have my pussy yet.” She kissed me again. “So sorry,” she said, apologetically.

“Don’t be,” I said, kissing her. “Take all the time you need. I know there are a lot of things going through your mind right now.” I wasn’t about to upset the apple cart when I had a good thing going.

“Thanks,” said Sherri, returning my kiss. “I was afraid you wouldn’t understand. Besides, this is still a lot of fun. I’ve always liked giving a hand job.”

“I can tell. You’re really good at it!!”

Sherri laughed. “When I was in high school, I’d go out on a date and jerk the guy off while we were driving to the movies or someplace. That was always the hottest, driving along with his cock out, knowing people could see us if they only looked over. Watching my date come while we were sitting at a light was intense. I got where I could hold him back til I wanted him to come. I became known as the hand job queen.”

“I can imagine!! Maybe we should go on more shopping trips,” I suggested. “I can tell you from the guy’s perspective, there’s nothing hotter than riding along while your girlfriend is giving you a hand job, or sucking you off.”

Sherri looked at me with an expression of lust. “Yeah,” she said, her eyes getting a distant look. “We should do that.” We started coordinating out shopping trips, which often turned into long drives in the farmland in our area. Sherri would wear jeans or sweats and a t-shirt or tank top with no bra most of the time; when we were away from town, she’d pull it off and ride topless, which I enjoyed. As the summer wore on and her tan deepened, the freckles on her tits became more obvious, which only increased her appeal. One cooler day she came over in a zip front sweatshirt. We got in the car and headed out. Once we were out of our development, she unzipped it down to her navel, revealing her braless tits. We had a good time in the store as she leaned down for items on lower shelves, giving me a glimpse of her full, swaying tits. It was a real tease, but Sherri paid off on the way home, edging me til I came in buckets just before we turned into our neighborhood. When I pulled into my driveway, she licked all the come she had just extracted from my pulsing cock off my belly.

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Author’s Note: Some of you may have already read this piece under NapalmHeat. However, due to some technical issues that I was unable to resolve, I have been unable to access that account to upload subsequent stories, so I am reposting Part 1 under this new handle and will add the sequel in a day or two. Thanks for the positive feedback for this story; I hope the rest of the series meets with your approval as well. Enjoy!

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I work in the career center at a small, private college. I spend my days teaching resume and cover letter writing, and helping students figure out what they want to do for the rest of their lives. It is a very rewarding job, which is good, as the pay is not. There are some great benefits, though. The big one, after great health insurance, is that I am assailed daily with the sights and smells of gorgeous co-eds.

Smart, 18-22 year old women are a delight. They are fun to talk with, they flirt even when they don’t mean to, and they need no particular reason to wear tight clothes, other than the fact that they have firm, young bodies. Even if it is 20 degrees outside, that just gives them the excuse to wear yoga pants instead of short shorts.

Being professional is obviously part of my job, as I’m supposed to be teaching students how to act in a professional manner so they can get a job. But sometimes these women make it so hard.

There’s one woman in particular, her name is Ainsley. She is stunning – 5’6″, brown hair cut just above the shoulders so you can see plenty of her luscious neck, with icy grey-green eyes. She’s got great legs and a round, firm ass, sculpted from years of horseback riding. She’s also got great tits; large, firm, and screaming to be grasped. I’ve always enjoyed working with her, not just looking at her. We hit it off immediately, both recognizing that sarcasm is the best way to communicate. Her sassy attitude, coupled with her southern drawl, makes her incredibly sexy. Of course, her constant, playful flirting with me doesn’t hurt either. I do my best to not encourage it, but I certainly take pleasure in it.

While I may always enjoy looking at her and the many other gorgeous women on campus, I never realistically imagine being with any of them. Fantasties? Oh yes, I’ve had many, but really being with them, nah…

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Today, like many others, I walk into our campus grill, for lunch, and I see Ainsley sitting by herself in a corner booth. As I would normally do for any student I work with regularly, I walk over to say hi. As I do, it is immediately apparent something is wrong; Ainsley has been crying, looks exhausted, and is staring blankly at her food.

“Ainsley?! What happened?! I ask, concerned.

“My boyfriend dumped me last night.”

Her normally mischievous and sexy eyes look hollow as she stares up at me.

I am honestly shocked; Ainsley had been seeing some guy from home as long as I’ve known her – I assumed they would marry someday. (Of course I was jealous as hell of him for fucking Ainsley).

“Oh my God Ainsley, I’m so sorry! What…why?” I really feel bad for her; lusting over a woman is one thing, but I’m not a heartless dick and don’t want to see her hurting like this.

“…I really don’t know why; he said something about it being about him and not me, but…that’s such a crock of shit. His own mother called later and said she had no idea what the hell was going on.”

I sit down across from her in the booth and just shake my head at her sympathetically. I reach out and lay my hand on top of hers saying, “I’m really sorry Ainsley and I can see how much you are hurting. If you need anything at all, even a chair to sit and cry in, my office is open.”

After looking me in the eyes for a few moments, I begin to see a spark of life return. Her eyes are like books, they are captivating and tell you everything in her mind and soul at once.

“Thanks, that helps a lot.” Ainsley whispers and actually manages a small smile, which must be incredibly hard at the moment. It makes me light up, and I think she knows it. I smile back, squeeze her hand for a second, and then head back to my office, leaving her with her thoughts.

I don’t see Ainsley at the grill at her usual time the next two days and I begin to worry, so once I return home after work, I send her a text:

Me: Been thinking about you and I am missin some sass! Seriously though, I hope you are doing better. My office is open anytime for you.

I receive an almost immediate response:

Ainsley: Thx, I’m missin giving you some sass! Can I stop by at 11 tomorrow?

I checked my calendar and was glad to see I was open then:

Me: Definitely; come on by!

Ainsley: c u then 🙂

As I turn in for bed, I lay here, struggling to sleep. I am feeling guilty as I keep seeing images of Ainsley in my mind and keep fantasizing about her. After a while, finally, sleep overtakes me.

Ainsley is sitting in my office escort bahçelievler and while she is talking in halting phrases about the break-up, I am failing hopelessly to not stare at her legs, covered only in short, tight gym shorts. She has a tank top on that is stretched around her ample globes.

Finally she is done talking, waiting for me to respond. I somehow, in my daze, manage to say something that must have come across as empathetic and reassuring, because suddenly I find that we are both standing and that she is hugging me tightly; thanking me for helping her. Her breasts press into me and they feel incredible. I hug her back tightly and then give her a chaste kiss on the cheek, to show that I care. In the next moment, she looks me in the eye and then her lips are pressed against mine.

I gasp for a moment, lock eyes with her, and then hungrily kiss her back. My hands slide up her back and I press into her as our tongues seek each other out.

Ainsley shifts her legs apart to steady herself and I move my right leg into the space between them. She moans as my knee pushes into her and sucks in her breath as my hands slide down behind the elastic band of her shorts, grabbing on to her ass; a soft shell with a firmness underneath…paradise.

Ainsley begins moving her body against my leg; humping my thigh, as our mouths fight each other. I can feel the heat from her pussy as she slides her silky shorts against me. I can hear gasps and urgent grunts as she tries to find release. I suddenly feel her vibrate; her body spasms as a small orgasm takes her. I’m shocked that it happened so quickly.

She pauses for a second and backs away a step as my hands reluctantly let go of her glorious ass cheeks. I suddenly get very concerned that she is going “wake up” and realize what we just did.

Instead, Ainsley looks at me, smirks with her typical sarcastic expression, and then drops to her knees, while grasping at the belt to my pants. I shudder in anticipation as she quickly loosens the buckle, undoes the button and pulls my pants and boxer briefs down all at once.

My achingly stiff rod springs out immediately to her obvious pleasure. Without using her hands, she leans in and uses her tongue to lick around the hole, swiping at the ample precum leaking out. I groan as she moves her head around to slide her tongue along my shaft, teasing me by only using a little pressure, her eyes telling me that she is doing this on purpose. I try to shift my body to put more pressure against her mouth and she meets each movement with one of her own, moving around each side of my dick, continuing her teasing licks.

Finally, when she knows I can’t stand it any longer, she moves in front of me, takes my dick in her hand and slides me into her mouth. It takes all I can to not cum immediately, I’m so pent up at the suddenness of it all. I gain control of myself as she commences a slow and ecstasy filled sucking, her tongue and lips clenching around my shaft.

I lay my hands on her head, guiding her a bit, trying not to force myself down her hot throat. She responds by reaching her hands around me to grasp my ass and begins to pick up the pace, fucking her own mouth with my member…

Almost without warning I come to, as my hand is furiously pulling on my dick and I begin to sit up from my prone position and yell as cum launches from the purple head, spewing over my sheets and my shirt. I continue stroking as a sizable load continues to release and then, out of sheer exhaustion, I fall back onto the bed, my head landing on my pillow as I gasp for air.

“Shit!” I say to myself, almost laughing at what had to be one of the most realistic and powerful masturbation experiences I’ve ever had. Almost as quickly I say “Fuck!! How am I supposed to look her in the eyes tomorrow after that?!” I get out of bed, go to the bathroom to clean myself off, and return to bed to fall into a fitful sleep.

The next morning I awake and begin to get ready as usual, momentarily forgetting about my considerably wet dream, until I look at my phone to check my calendar and remember I am seeing Ainsley in a few hours. I can feel butterflies in my stomach and I begin to hope that I can be my usual self; I don’t want to lose my job for saying or doing something stupid.

I arrive to the office and get into my normal swing; I see two students, helping them both with resumes for internship applications and return a bunch of emails, when my intercom buzzes to inform me that Ainsley is here. I let my secretary know I’ll be out in a minute and then I grab a pocket mirror I keep in my drawer, check my hair, push a few strands into place and then go out to greet her.

Walking down the hallway, I can immediately see that Ainsley looks 100% better than she did a couple of days before. Really, she looks fantastic; she’s wearing a magenta blouse that fits snugly around her breasts istanbul bayan escort and a flirty navy skirt that sits four inches above her knees, showing plenty of thigh. I blink hard for a moment as she catches my eye; I see her look down and smile to herself, and I know in that instant she caught me checking her out.

I quickly compose myself and greet her. “Hey Ainsley; it’s great to see you!”

“You too, thanks for fitting me in on short notice.”

“My pleasure as always, c’mon back.”

I lead the way down the hall and then stop to let her by me so she can enter my office first; I quickly scan down her backside, admiring her ass and her shapely legs. I shake my head for a moment, trying to pull myself out of the gutter so I can focus on helping a student in need. We both sit down and I look at her for a moment.

“It’s good to see you, how are you doing?” I ask her.

“I’m much better, thanks for checking in on me last night. I went home later on the day you saw me down the hall at the grill, and didn’t come back until yesterday evening. I spent most of the first day crying my eyes out and then talked it all out with my Mom and sister. I came to the realization that things had not been going well between him and I; he was drifting away for awhile and I never saw it. It still hurts a lot and it will take some time before I’m whole again, but it is probably for the best.”

I nod thoughtfully at what she’s said and respond, “I’m really glad you are handling this so well. I must say you look a thousand percent better today.”

“Thanks. I wanted to dress nicely after pretty much living in my gym clothes for three straight days.”

Before I realize what I am doing, I look her up and down and say, “I don’t know what he’s thinking giving you up.”

She immediately blushes, smiles and looks down.

“I mean, not that I’m checking you out or anything…” I stammer immediately after. “Shit. I mean, damn, I mean…ah heck. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking saying that to you; you’re my student and are going through a breakup. I’m really not hitting on you or anything!” I am completely mortified at what I’ve said and I can feel the shock and fear on my face as I hope to God she isn’t going to slap me, run out of the office, and immediately file a harassment claim.

Instead, after a moment, she looks up with those mischievous icy eyes and says in her patented southern sass, “So you think he’s giving up something good, huh?!” She looks down at herself, leans forward a bit toward me, and a husky voice that sends heat to my nether regions, says, “You have no idea how good.”

I obviously can’t see my own expression, but I can easily hear the thunk as my jaw drops to the floor. After a stunned moment, I lean back in my chair and try to stammer out something I hope sounds composed and at least portends to professional. “uh…Ainsley, I think…I uh…uh…” I fail miserably at composed and professional.

Ainsley bails me out by smiling, standing up, smoothing out her skirt and reaching to the floor to grab her bag. I horrify myself by staring down her blouse and seeing the tops of her perfect breasts, sheathed in a lacy white bra. I’m pretty sure she intended for me to have a show, but I quickly look away and stand up, belatedly realizing I’m hard.

“Ainsley?!” I manage to say clearly.

She turns to me, places her hand on my chest and leans in to give me a soft but long kiss on my cheek. After doing so she turns on her southern charm to high setting, looks me in the eyes, hers are sparkling, and in a completely composed way says, “Thank you Matthew. You really are sweet and I know you didn’t mean any harm. I appreciate you looking out for me and I look forward to seeing you again.” With that, Ainsley walks toward the door, then she looks back toward me and down to my erection, gives me a quick wink, and then walks off.

I’m not sure how long I remain standing there, but I cannot form a complete thought, especially as I continue to breath in her fragrance, which I know is going to linger the rest of the day. I eventually find my way back into my chair and stare at the screen of my computer, pretending to be able to comprehend the backlog of emails before me.

“What the fuck was that?!” I ask myself. I have no explanation for the stupidity I showed nor for her response, which, each time I hear it in my mind, causes my penis to pulse. “You have no idea how good.” I hear it over and over again.

My phone rings and it causes me to lurch and snap me out of whatever mental state Ainsley has put me in. I take the call, and manage to sound composed and competent while answering a question about a student’s grad school application. After the call I am ready to return to work, though Ainsley’s scent is always keeping the experience in the background.

After and hour of relatively focused work, my stomach starts to grumble and I think about escort halkalı getting lunch. I ran late in the morning, par for the course, and so didn’t make lunch. My usual substitute is to go down the hall to the grill; it’s a great way to chat up students and remind them to get back to me on their resume or application or to congratulate them on getting that great internship or job offer.

Today, though, I know I can’t go there. I can just see Ainsley sitting there with her friends, looking up and giving me her normal sarcastic grin, pretending that nothing had ever happened. Her self-assuredness is an attractive quality, but today it would give me a heart attack. Instead, I leave campus, grab a sub, and return to my office to eat, but of course, I get back only to inhale Ainsley’s perfume again…

When I walk through the door of my apartment, after somehow managing to be productive the remainder of the day, I rush to the bathroom, yank off my pants and jerk off in what feels like seconds. I don’t need anything else but the seared into my brain image of Ainsley’s breasts and her fine ass, and the smell of her perfume to cum copiously…

I am able to be my normal self on Friday, though I feel brief disappointment when I can no longer smell Ainsley in my office as I walk in. I consciously avoid the grill for lunch, resigning myself to a ham sandwich at my desk. I’m just not ready to look her in the eyes yet.

My Friday and the weekend passes quickly, filled with my normal Saturday indoor soccer game and watching football at the tap house on Sunday. I do not mention my experience with Ainsley to the guys, knowing the shitstorm it will raise. They already heckle me mercilessly about being single and for not scoring with a hot, firm co-Ed.

I guess, at this point, you don’t know very much about me. I’m 32, divorced after a failed marriage of four years. Fortunately we did not have kids, which made our parting easier. I’m a pretty normal guy, 5’10, brown hair and hazel eyes. I’m pretty fit, soccer helps with that as does working out semi-regularly at the campus fitness center. Having the opportunity to look at 18-22 year old asses tucked into tight shorts or yoga pants is good motivation to go to the gym often.

I guess I’m handsome; at least that’s what my female friends say. They’ve set me up with a few women, and while those led to a couple of months of steady dating and pretty good sex, nothing really came of them. At this point I’m not really feeling the need to be in a relationship and am enjoying the solitude for now. I’ve actually used some of this time to explore doctoral programs and will use some of my employment benefits to start classes at the research university across town next semester. Really, I’m a pretty content guy and I’m not looking for any complications.

Ainsley is starting to make this difficult.

Monday starts off like any other Monday; I’m running late for work so I don’t get my lunch made. I’m dragging for no particular reason other than it being a Monday. When I finally get to work, I’m able to settle in quickly. The morning is busy with requests to look at graduate school personal statements; a very enjoyable part of my work as it allows me to get to know students at a deeper level. I’m in the groove and the events of the previous week have disappeared from my consciousness.

Just like Pavlov’s Dog, once 1pm hits, a bell in my mind rings and my stomach starts screaming for nourishment. I head down to the grill and scan the room for familiar faces. I smile at couple of colleagues and then wander over to a couple of students who I will be meeting with later in the week. I remind them to send me their drafts a day or two early and they both thank me for the reminder. I realize that while I was doing my casual look over, I was also seeking for a glimpse of Ainsley, but I don’t see her or her close friends anywhere. “Oh well.” I say to myself. Even though I don’t know how I’d react to seeing her, not seeing her seems worse.

I make my way back to the office with my lunch and stop at the front desk to chat with our secretary, June. I mention a couple of things I will need and ask her to set up a meeting with a couple of other offices. She takes down my requests and just as I turn away to head to my office, I am hip-checked on my blind side and stumble a few steps, almost spilling my chicken fingers and fries all over the place. “What the…!”

June joins Ainsley in rip roaring laughter as I turn back; my face beet red from embarrassment. Laughing in spite of myself, I say, “Ok Ainsley. You got me.”

Ainsley, still laughing and with a twinkle in her eye, responds, “Of course I got you; I’m really good, you know.”

Shock rips through me because I know exactly what she is doing to me with those words. I somehow manage to not spill my lunch again and with no conscious preparation manage to glance up and down at her tight jeans and tank top and respond, “I’m beginning to get a clear picture in my mind.”

That response stops her; she wasn’t expecting the comeback. Fortunately June was oblivious to the double entendre in my words, but they weren’t lost on Ainsley. I wink at her and begin to make my way back to my office. I pause for a moment and turn back to ask her what she had come in for.

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Chapter 1 – Patty

Note: I’m posting some of the journal entries from my college years. In case you were wondering the stories are mostly true. Cheers!

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I had taken a few years off from college after my freshman year to bum around Europe and South America. By the time I returned to school most of my friends were nearly ready to graduate or had already moved on with their lives. I moved in with two friends from high school, Steve and Pete who were in their last year of school. Both had steady girlfriends so they weren’t much interested in going uptown and picking up babes. Steve’s girlfriend, Pat, lived with three other girls and she offered to set me up. I would have much rather gotten into her panties as she was hot. She was about five feet, six inches with medium length blond hair a nice round ass and medium sized tits. If Steve hadn’t have found her first I would have been all over her.

The first roommate they set me up with was Karen. She was tall and skinny with short dark hair. She was a nice enough girl but was apparently saving her virginity for her 2nd or 3rd year of marriage. In short we weren’t looking for the same things.

Kathleen was next. She was short and fat but very pleasant. If she’d been interested in spreading her legs on the first date we might have had some laughs. I wasn’t interested in investing the time to see if she fucked; I was looking for a babe who would put out on the first date.

The third roommate they set me up with was Patty. She was an inch or two shorter than Karen and a bit more svelt than Kathleen. She wasn’t in the least bit pretty but she had what looked to be a great set of tits, which met my number one criteria. I didn’t much care what a girl looked like as long as she had big tits and was easy. Steve told me she had a boyfriend back home but had told Pat she really wanted to go out with me. I took that as an encouraging sign.

We had a date on Friday. Pete was gone for the weekend to visit his girlfriend, Kathy, and Steve was staying at Pat’s apartment so I invited Patty over to our place for drinks. I rode over to the girl’s apartment with Steve. We hung out there and drank a bottle of wine. Patty was a great girl. I’d rather have been going home with Pat but, at that point, I was happy to get a chance to score with just about any chick. When we finished the wine Patty said she was ready to go.

She grabbed a small overnight bag and we were out of there. “I hope you don’t mind,” she explained on the walk back to my place, “but Pat and I share a room. When Steve stays over I end up on the couch and I’d much rather sleep in a bed.”

“No problem, ” I told her, “I think we have a spare bed.”

“Perhaps if you get me drunk enough,” she said, holding on to my arm, “you might be able to talk me into your bed. Who knows, this might work out well for everyone.”

This date certainly was getting off to a great start. We made it to my place and I asked her what she wanted to drink. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” she asked.

“You bet your ass I am,” I laughed.

“Then I’ll have a vodka on the rocks,” she said with a wink.

I grabbed two large glasses, added a few ice cubes and started pouring the vodka. “Say when,” I said. She waited until the glass was full before she looked at me and said, “When.”

Between the two glasses I had poured nearly half a fifth of vodka. “Cheers,” she said, raising her glass and drank most of it. She sat the glass on the counter, reached down and pulled off her shirt. She grinned and said, “I think I’m drunk enough. Why escort esenler don’t we find your room and we can play show and tell.”

I led her on back and stood with my mouth agape as she reached behind her back, unsnapped her bra, and let it slide to the floor. I could barely believe this was happening. Patty had the biggest set of tits I had ever seen up close and personal. Well, to confess, you could count on one hand the number of naked girl’s tits I had seen in person. They jutted out from her chest and gently sagged from their sheer weight. “Those, madam,” I told her, “are the most beautiful set of tits I have ever seen.”

“Thanks but it’s your turn,” she slurred, “I better sit down.”

She fell into the bed and sat watching eagerly as I fumbled with my pants. I was pretty drunk myself so it took me awhile to lose my drawers. When I did finally drop them to the floor I heard Patty catch her breath. “Oh my,” she whispered, “you’re fucking huge.” I hadn’t been naked in front of too many girls so I had to take her word for it. I knew my cock was big but I hadn’t spent a lot of time thinking about it. She reached out and gently stroked me as if worried it might be a mirage. “How big are you?” she asked.

“I’ve never thought about it,” I replied.

She got up and started rummaging through my desk. “Do you have a ruler in here?” she asked. She actually found one and came over and held it up to my dick. “Holy shit!” she exclaimed, “ten inches. That’s at least 3″ longer than I’ve ever had. What are you doing for the rest of your life?”

“Fucking you if I’m lucky,” I smiled.

“Oh we’re both going to be lucky,” she grinned. She pushed me over on the bed and crawled on top of me. She stopped at my cock and started licking my shaft like a giant lollipop. I hadn’t been laid in over a year and I knew it would only take about 30 seconds of her doing that and I’d be cuming all over. I didn’t want her to know what a geek I was; I was hoping to be able to fuck her again sometime. I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed her and rolled her chubby ass over saying, “Ladies first.”

“Ooh,” she purred as she spread her legs, “a gentleman.”

Not really. I didn’t want to cum the instant her lips touched my cock and show her what a rookie I was. I wanted her to think I knew how to use my 10″ cock so perhaps she’d want to fuck again sometime. So I found myself licking her huge, flabby tits for a few moments before running my tongue down towards the main attraction. She had a brown bushy pussy which already was moist with anticipation. This was the first pussy I had ever licked so I took my time. I licked down one inner thigh and back up the other. I found the pungent odor tantalizing.

“You’re making me so fucking hot,” Patty moaned, “I love a man who knows his way around a pussy.”

I decided to run with it, saying, “I like to take my time and make sure I do a thorough job.”

“I like,” she purred, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me into her pussy. I found her luscious lips and licked off the droplets of cum that had formed. Patty was the first girl I had ever tasted and I found her delicious. I drove my tongue deep inside her and flicked it back and forth. Patty thrust her pussy against my face and whimpered as she came. It was something between a moan and a cry and it was cute the way each spasm forced a cry from her lips.

I lay between her legs and lazily licked the drops of cum from her slit as she lay on the bed panting. “That was wonderful,” she moaned, running bayan escort istanbul her hands through my hair.

“I can keep going if you like,” I replied.

“Oh my,” she sighed, “that would be like a dream come true. Most guys don’t like to spend much time down there.”

“Most guys are dweebs then,” I grinned, “I love making you come. And, quite frankly, you taste delicious.”

She moaned her appreciation as my lips discovered her clit. I squeezed it and pulled at it with my lips. As I stroked it with the tip of my tongue Patty went nuts. I thought she had had herself a good orgasm the first time but this time her screams were louder, her body shivered more violently, and it seemed to go on for ever. Not only that but she started trying to scoot away from me on the bed. I grabbed her around the hips and pulled her back to my lips. I sucked her clit and pussy until she finally stopped squirming around on the bed.

I finished licking all the cum I could as she caught her breath. “No more!” she finally moaned, “fill me with cock, baby.”

I slowly worked my way up her body, stopping to sample her ample tits while the tip of my cock played tag with her clit. She reached down, grabbed my cock, and gently rubbed it against her clit, nearly giving herself another orgasm before she slipped the tip between her pussy lips.

“Take it nice and slow, hon,” she sighed, “we’re going to fuck many, many times but we only get to fuck for the first time once.”

I was thrilled that she thought I was worthy of fucking again but she did have a very good point. I slowed to a snail’s pace and savored the feeling of every millimeter of my cock slipping into her slippery wet pussy. The two or three times I had fucked before it had been over almost before it started. I was looking forward to learning from more from Patty but right then my cock was nearly half way into Patty’s pussy and it was feeling darn good.

“Oh fuck baby that’s good,” Patty sighed.

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” I replied.

We both looked down and saw just over half my cock was buried inside her hot pussy. “That’s just about as much cock as I’ve ever had inside me,” she grinned. We stopped and listened to our hearts pounding for several moments before she added, “OK, baby, slip me another inch.” I leaned forward and slid my tongue into her mouth while sliding another inch of cock into her throbbing pussy. I still had another 2 or 3 inches to go but I started slowly fucking her with the 7 or 8 inches she already had.

She started breathing heavier and moaning a little bit around my tongue that was still in her mouth. I removed my tongue and she started to cum again, muttering, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” over and over. Just as it seemed as if her orgasm was peaking and her body tensed all up I rammed my cock all the way home and ground my hips into hers. The fucking bitch screamed so loud she nearly broke my eardrum. I did the only thing I could think of doing; I started ramming my cock in and out of her pussy with every inch of my fiber. The porky slut dug her fingernails into my back deep enough to draw blood as her body went wild. Her hips were thrusting up to meet my cock while the rest of her body shook like Jell-O. I latched my teeth onto a nipple and hung on for the ride. After 10 or 15 minutes of earth shattering fucking I started shooting load after load of cum deep into her red hot pussy.

After what seemed like an eternity we both stopped cuming. I rolled off of her chubby body and lay beside her panting as cum escort merter dripped from her pussy. “How was that for you?” I asked.

“I don’t know for sure,” she smiled, “I zoned out there for awhile. I think we may have to try that a few hundred more times until we get it right.” I laughed. “How about right now?” she added, crawling down to where my cum covered cock was slowly shrinking. After licking off the cum she took me into her mouth and started sucking me back to life. I was still horny as fuck so it didn’t take her long to suck my cock back to full strength. She removed my cock from her mouth and rolled over on her hands and knees. “Fuck me doggie, baby,” she sighed.

I had never fucked a girl doggie before but it wasn’t hard to figure out what she had in mind. I crawled up behind her and slipped my cock between her legs. Patty reached back and guided my cock back into her sloppy, wet pussy. Her cunt was wet and warm and my cock easily slid back in. I grabbed her by the hips and started slapping my cock in and out of her pussy. Patty responded instantly by shoving her ass back to meet my every thrust. This was a good way to fuck. The slapping sound my hips made crashing into her chubby ass was intoxicating and I loved the way her ponderous tits flew back and forth in sync with our bodies crashing together.

I reached around and held out my hands so that her rock hard nipples grazed my palms each time her tits swung to or fro. Patty was grunting like a perverted tennis player shouting, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” each time my cock slammed into her pussy. As my hands slowly tightened around her luscious tits her shouts grew louder and higher pitched. It was only after 15 or 20 minutes of good, ass-pounding fucking that her entire body began to shake in yet another orgasm. I hung onto her tits, pinching her nipples between my fingers and continued slamming my cock deep into her pussy until her body slowed to a slow quiver and her screams trailed off. I discovered I rather enjoyed making a girl have an orgasm. It was fun to watch Patty’s body contort, listed to her screams, and feel her pussy tighten around the shaft of my cock. I resolved then and there that I would dedicate my college years to giving as many girls orgasms as I possibly could. We were slowly fucking back and forth with long, slow, deep strokes as I gave Patty a chance to regain her composure. I discovered that if I leaned down around her back and pulled a tit over I could get a nipple between my teeth to lick, suck, and bite. Patty seemed to appreciate the attention as I went from side to side giving each tit equal attention. It wasn’t long before she was thrusting her ass back against my dick again and moaning louder and louder.

I dropped her tit from my mouth, grabber her hips and started slamming my cock into her pussy with great force. Patty was ready to go again, shouting, “That’s right, baby, fuck my ass off. Fuck yes. Fuck. Fuck…” We got back into a hard, fast rhythm as we fucked with even greater fervor than before. I had never experienced a fuck as good as Patty and I knew she was going to be able to show me a lot in the weeks, months, and years ahead but right then I was getting ready to show her hot, fucking pussy another load of hot, sticky cum. At the height of her orgasm I slammed my cock as deep as it would go and held on to her hips as I squirted shot after shot of cum against the back of her pussy. About half way through my ejaculation, I started ramming my cock in and out, stuffing my cum yet deeper insider her. This time when we finished cuming we lay side by side on the bed panting.

“That was simply amazing,” I managed to gasp between breaths.

Patty reached down and gently stroked my shrinking cock and replied, “I think we’re going to be great friends. If I drop off to sleep be sure and wake me later with your cock in my pussy.” With that she drifted off to sleep.

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