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I sat in my friend’s car, day dreaming of a certain older man. Katie and I were headed to Daytona Beach for a quick get away before moving off to college in 3 weeks. Katie had been my friend since kindergarten and we remained close friends all the way through school. If Katie suspected what I was thinking; she would kick my ass gladly. Ever since I was old enough to be interested in boys, I have had a secret crush on Katie’s Dad. His name was Michael and had just turned 47 last month. Katie’s mom had died when she had been born and as far as I remember, Michael had never got serious with another women since then. When I turned eighteen, it only got worse. Then I graduated high school and became a legal adult and no one could get in trouble now, legally. Katie would rain a world of hurt on me if I fucked her daddy. Therefore, I sadly resigned myself to only fantasy when it came to Michael. Little did I know what this trip held for me.

“Laney, wake up girl! God, I have been saying your name for the past three minutes. Did you go brain dead or are you just being you?” Katie joked.

“Oh shut it, Katie! I got a lot on my mind lately. I hope this little vacation can help me put shit behind me and move on. You said you had a surprise for me. Spill it, girl.” I slung back at her.

“Don’t give me shit, Lane. I got the batteries for the toys! However, the surprise is that my dad is going to come down in a few days to vacation with us. I hope you do not mind. He has agreed to let us do whatever we want, unless it is going to kill us. He has always been really cool with us and I thought he could use some time away too.”

“Sure, you know I don’t mind hanging with your dad.” I replied, trying to hold the excitement and dread out of my voice.

The rest of the drive, I sat staring out the window and thinking of Michael and fantasizing about him stealing me away and taking me back to his room and fucking me. My nipples hardened and pussy throbbed, the thought of Michael’s hard body against my softly plump body turning me on quickly. Thank god, I have toys, I thought to myself as we pulled into the hotels front parking lot.

“What the hell, Katie! You know I cannot afford to go half on this fancy shit. I thought we had agreed on a cheap yet clean place.” I yelled, frustrated as I gazed up at the posh resort type hotel.

“Calm down, Bitch. Jeez! My dad decided that since he was going to hang out with us too, he would take care of the hotel reservations and payment for us. This is where he chose, so let’s just enjoy the luxury, ok?” Katie snarled back and laughed.

“Oh ok. Sorry. I am just worried about my money situation. Shit is so much more expensive in Cali. What the hell was I thinking when I applied to Berkley?” I said quietly.

“I don’t know, Hun. I should kick your ass just for that. I am going to miss you so much when we have to leave each other. We have been friends for 13 years now. Its definitely going to be weird not having you around. Let’s get our shit and get our asses in that fancy ass hotel.”

We climbed out at the valet parking area and a bellhop ran up to our car quickly.

“Welcome to the Hillshire Resort and Spa, Ladies. Do you have any luggage for me to assist you with?” the eager bellman said.

Katie responded, “We sure do, sweetie! It’s all in the trunk.”

She tossed the keys to the attendant to assist the bellhop with the luggage and valet park her car, and grabbed my hand. She eagerly led me into the revolving glass doors.

The interior of the hotel was even more luxurious than the outside. The marble floors gleamed in the light of the chandeliers, and the lobby décor was simply amazing. We spied the front desk and hurried over to it, excited.

“Hi. My Friend and I have a reservation for 7 days. Under the name Robertson, I believe.” Katie informed the smiling desk clerk.

The desk clerk typed the name into the computer and smiled widely when the machine beeped.

“Yes, here it is. It seems your Father wanted you girls to have a great time. He reserved a double room suite with private balconies for each room, a Jacuzzi and private massage table. Let me get the cards, and I will have you ready to go in just a couple minutes.” he jogged into the back room quickly.

“Holy shit, your dad had to pay a fortune for that kind of room. I feel so badly now. I need to find a way to repay him some of it. I feel bad for accepting this but will enjoy it never the less.” I loudly whispered to Katie.

“He loved doing this for us, Hun. He could not stop smiling after he made the reservations a month ago. Let us just enjoy our time in this modern day heaven, and not look a gift horse in the mouth. I plan on getting much enjoyment from this trip, so the separate bedrooms will be great!” she snickered in my ear as the clerk came back to the front; smiling.

“Here you go, Ladies. I hope you enjoy your stay and remember us the next time your in the area. If you need anything, anything at all, do escort bakırköy not hesitate in calling the front desk or you can reach me on this number.” he spoke quietly, and slid a business card to Katie.

Katie smiled brightly, tucked the business card in her pocket, and grabbed the key cards.

“Thanks! See you later, Sweetie.” she called out to him as we walked to the elevator.

I punched the number eight, and waited for the glass doors to open. A few seconds later, they opened and we piled into the elevator, including the bellhop with our luggage. The doors opened up again as we reached the eighth floor. The bellhop pushed the cart out first, motioned for us to follow and led us down the hall to our room.

“Room 837, Ladies. I’m sure you will love It.” he opened the door and pushed the heavy cart into the room.

We followed him and just stared at the luxurious room. This had to be the prettiest room I had ever seen, literally. The plush carpet covered every inch of the floors, the walls were painted a beautiful coral, and the furniture was heavy oak. Perfect would have been an understatement.

“Oh my god, I am never going to leave this room. I could definitely get used to these kinds of surroundings easily. I’m going to check out my room.” I uttered in shock.

I headed to my room as Katie made a beeline for hers. My room was beyond my wildest dreams. The bed was huge! A king sized oak framed bed dominated the center of the room, the linen a silky rose. The carpet was simple beige but was like walking on clouds. I looked around more and spied the sliding glass doors to my private balcony, equipped with a soft, padded table. I turned back towards the room and just smiled. I begun to unpack my bags that the bellman had just brought into the room. I hung all my clothes on hangers and placed my intimates in the dressers. When I had first come in, I noticed a huge hot tub in the corner of the living room and decided to slip into my bathing suit.

I walked out into the living area; my black one piece hugged my curves lovingly. I’m considered a big girl, but I’ve always carried my weight very well, naturally blessed with big tits and nice round ass; I filled the suit out just right. I walked to the hot tub and turned the water on to the desired temperature. The sound of the door opening and then closing startled a small yelp from me.

“What the hell!” I yelled, startled.

“It’s Me, Lane! I am so sorry that I scared you! I got so bored sitting at home, I decided to head down almost right after you and Katie left. I hope I’m not ruining any wild party plans or anything.” Michael, Katie’s dad, spoke quietly, his eyes slowly roamed up and down my scantily clad body.

“Hey! No way could you ruin anything. Thank you so much for this room. It is so amazing. You should see my bed; it is huge! I could probably fit five people in it easily. I’m so glad you came down early, now we can all have a long vacation.” I smiled widely at him as I noticed his line of sight was fixated on my tits.

“Wow, five people? I really must have interrupted a really wild party then huh?” he laughed.

“Oh God, That is not what I meant. I may be freaky, but not that freaky. I much prefer one on one with an older man, if I get my perfect choice.”

I caught the widening of his eyes and the raising of his eyebrow at my last comment, and smiled. I turned to cut off the water to the hot tub and push the on button. The water begun to dance slowly, the heated water swirled repeatedly.

“You don’t mind if I hop in, do you? I really need a good hot soak to easy my muscles from the long drive.” I smiled back at him over my shoulder, slightly bent over the edge of the tub.

“Not at all, I need to go find Katie, anyways. Well, um, enjoy the hot tub and ill see you later on, ok?” he replied, his voice slightly trembled at the end of the sentence.

“Sure thing, Tell Katie that I said you and her could pick what we do tonight. I’m very easy to please.” I called out as I closed my eyes and sunk into the water.

I heard the door open and close a few minutes later, I knew he had been staring at me as I soaked and I loved it. Maybe I could get away with seducing him on this trip. He did have his own room and I was sure Katie would want to do her own thing sometimes. I soaked in the tub for a good 15 minutes and just as I was getting out the phone by the couch rang. I ran across the floor, dripping water as I went.

“Hello?” I answered a little out of breath.

“Hey Lane, It’s me, Michael. I found Katie but she has already made plans with the front desk person for tonight. She said you and me should do something fun. Feel up to a long dinner, and maybe a few drinks at bar somewhere? I understand if you don’t want to hang out with an old man.”

“Sounds great, what kind of restaurant are you thinking? “I responded excitedly.

“Great! A nice restaurant, I would not dream istanbul eskort of taking you to a sub par restaurant, Hun. Could you meet me in the lobby around six? I’ll be the dashing older gentleman by the fireplace.” he joked.

“I’ll be there with bells on. I’ll be the young sexy woman on the prowl for dashing older gentleman.” I responded saucily and hung up.

I grabbed my towel and danced around the front room, over excited to be getting my chance on the first night. I looked at the clock and about fainted. It was already four. I ran to my room and scrounged through my clothes. I finally decided on a short grey silk skirt that fell to the middle of my thighs, and a black and grey form fitting silk tank. I also grabbed a silky black bra, and matching thongs. I hurried into the bathroom and jumped into the huge shower.

I sang softly to myself as I soaped up my soft body, paying special attention to my ass and pussy. I decided I had better shave to be safe so I ran the razor across my pussy slowly and carefully, leaving it silky smooth. After I washed my curly auburn hair, I jumped out and dried off quickly. I headed back into the bedroom with the towel wrapped around my hair in turban style and get dressed. Michael seems to like woman who don’t wear a lot of make up so I forgo my usual routine and just put a little bit of mascara and a tinted lip

Gloss. I headed back into the bathroom and free my hair from the towel. I grabbed my styling putty and smeared it through each section of hair, separating the curls until my hair draped down my back in soft rings. Taking a glance at my full reflection, I smiled and check the time. It is now 5:30 and I am already ready. What should I do for the next half an hour, I asked myself. Suddenly, I remembered the toys I brought.

I grabbed a small bullet vibe and undressed quickly. I laid on my bed and spread my thick thighs wantonly, slipping the vibe directly onto my protruding clit and turned it on. TThe vibrations nearly made me scream, considering I have not had a release in over twenty-four hours. I moved the bullet around my clit in small circles and turned the vibrations on high. I moaned and grunted as my body reacted to the stimulation quickly and my legs begun to quiver violently as the oncoming orgasm rushed upon me. My body tightened up and my hot female cream begun to squirt out of my throbbing cunt hard and fast. The waves of pleasure rolled through my body repeatedly as I laid there, gasping, and trembling quietly. Maybe I can make it through dinner now without jumping Michael’s bones. I slid off the bed and headed back into the bathroom to wash up my pussy and thighs. I returned to my clothes, redressed quickly, grabbed my purse, and headed to the door and down to the lobby,

I exited the elevator and spied Michael standing by the fireplace, his gaze focused on the paintings. He was so damn handsome, I had thought to myself. He might have been 47, but his looks told a different story. He stood a good 6 ft 3, I didn’t know his weight but he was definitely in shape, he had long brown hair that curled down to his shoulders, and the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen. I had yet to see his body unclothed to describe his maleness. I smiled and snuck up behind him and pinched his cute ass lightly.

“Surprise, Michael I whispered.

“Oh shit! Damn, Lane, you scared the hell out of me and did you just pinch my ass, young lady?” he smiled down at me.

“Why yes I did. I rather enjoyed it too. So, dashing older gentleman, where are you taking me?”

“I could think of a couple places. How about my room?” he joked, “Oh god, I can’t believe I just said that! Please forgive me, Lane. That was so bad.”

“You shouldn’t tease a lady. I would have no problems going to your room with you, Michael. Don’t apologize for giving me something to fantasize about later.” I responded quietly.

His breath was hot against my bare neck as he breathed heavily, “What are you saying, Lane?”

I wrapped my arms around his neck lightly, and whispered, “I’ve wanted you for so long, Michael. If you ever want me sexually, or any other way, I am more than willing and happy to give myself to you.”

I pushed my body against his lightly and moaned softly as his hands gripped my hips tightly.

“Fuck, Lane. I have wanted to hear that from you since you graduated but never thought you would want an old man like me. We are definitely going up to my room, come on.” he moved away, grabbed my hand, hurried me to the elevator again, and frantically pushed the top floor button. The doors opened and closed quietly. We only stare into each other’s eyes as we waited for the ride up to be over.

The doors opened and he rushed out, pulling me to the nearest door by the elevator. He opened his door quickly and ushered me in.

I walked in and settled myself on the couch as he got us some drinks. He never asked me what I wanted so I hope I can drink what he brings. He escort şirinevler walked back in the room with two glasses of red wine and sat them on the table.

“Lane, if you decide you don’t want this anymore, please let me know. I do not want you to feel uncomfortable at all. I just want to make you happy. I want to explore each inch of your fabulous body.”

“Michael, I will never stop wanting you. You are my dream lover. I have dreamed of you repeatedly. I hope this isn’t another dream.” I whispered to him, as he sat and handed me my wine.

“Oh, this is no dream, babe. I am very real, and very ready to claim you as mine. Let us finish our wine, and order some room service. I do not want to jump into bed with you. I want to show you how a real man treats a woman. What would you like?” he assured me softly, and handed me a small menu.

“I’m so happy we have tonight together alone. I had planned to seduce you at some point this weekend. Katie cannot know though. She would kill me.” I replied, glancing at the menu, “Can you order me some angel hair pasta with very little sauce?”

“Yes, Lane, and I do understand the need for discretion here. I won’t say a word.”

He reached for the phone and pressed zero for the kitchen. I heard him quietly ordering our dinner as I stood and walked to his balcony to take in the view. Wow, I think to myself. His balcony was much larger than mine was; it even had a small sitting area around a self-contained fire pit. On the other side was a large, padded chaise lounger that seemed to be calling my name. I walked to it and settled down upon it, my curvy legs stretched out and crossed at my ankles. My skirt laid across my thighs, clinging to them lovingly. I laid back and closed my eyes to enjoy the night air.

“Damn baby, you look so damn good like that. Please do not move because of me, I want to watch you enjoying the moment. You can even take a nap if you would like. Dinner won’t be here for about a half an hour.” Michael murmured as he walked out onto the balcony.

I only smiled and thought of ways to tease you. I shifted my legs open a bit and the breeze easily pushed up the flimsy material closer to my pussy. I sighed softly and ran my hands up my thighs slowly. I opened my eyes to look directly into his eyes.

“Oh, I am not in the mood for a nap, Michael. I want to cum for you. Do you want to sit back and watch me play with my hot plump pussy for you? Want to see me squirt on your lounger?” I whispered huskily.

“Oh fuck, Lane. Let me see that hot cunt, baby. I am dying to see anything you want to show me. I’m your avid audience.” he growled and sat in a chair directly in front of me, giving him the perfect view up my skirt.

I slowly pulled my skirt up around my waist and raised my hips up to slide my soaked thongs down my legs, my legs held straight up to give him a great view of my pussy lips and round ass. I threw my thongs into his lap and spread my legs wide for him.

“You like what you see, Michael? I shaved just for you and my thongs are so wet because you made me that way.”

“Oh shit, Lane! My cock is bout ready to explode in my boxers. I love that I made you so wet, baby.” he raised my thongs to this face and breathed in deeply, moaning loudly. His hand begun to slowly rub the bulge in his pants. His eyes never left my crotch. I inched my fingers closer to my pussy.

My hand finally reached its destination and cupped my mound softly, the middle finger dipped down in between the lips to flick against my clit softly. I moaned and lifted my hips to pump my hips against my hand. I rubbed my clit in circles with a finger and spread open my lips with the other hand to let him see how wet I had became. I already felt a small stream of juices flowing out and down my ass crack.

“Oh Michael, This feels so good and right. I love doing this for you. I want to cum so badly; I won’t be able to last much longer to prolong my little show for you.” I moaned and thrashed my head back and forth slowly.

“Cum for me, Baby, I want to lick you all clean when you’re done, oh god, please cum for me, Lane!” he pleaded, his hand rubbing his huge bulge faster, and panting.

I moaned loudly and began to slide two fingers deep into my hot cunt, pumping in and out vigorously and rubbing my clit just as fast. My body flushed pink and my thighs trembled, I pulled my legs back until my knees are rested on my chest and start to cum hard. My juices squired out and my screams of ecstasy pulled Michael closer to me.

“Oh Lane, move your hand, baby!’ he grunted as he fell between my legs and moved my hand out of his way, his hungry mouth dove into my streaming pussy. His tongue dove into my cunt hole to suck out my cream hungrily. He then moved his mouth to my sensitive clit and gently sucked it into his mouth as he rubbed my thighs softly and ran his nails down to my ass cheeks to squeeze them.

“Michael, Fuck yes, baby! You are going to make me cum again. I grunted out through moans.

He only sucked my clit a bit harder and flicked his tongues across it at the same time. He spread open my ass cheeks and teased my pink puckered hole with his pinky; my juices already had my asshole lubed up good. He pushed the tip of his pinky in and wiggled it, and moaned around my throbbing clit.

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“Come on Jake,” Thom encouraged. “We need a good drive on this hole.”

“I will do my best Mr. Tilly,” I sighed. “I should have spent more time golfing instead of basketball when I was younger.”

“For craps sake, will you quit calling me Mr. Tilly and call me Thom. My gosh, you’ve been dating Teagan openly for the better part of 8 months now. I think were past that now.”

“Sorry, Thom,” I corrected myself. “I’m just not used to it yet.”

“You better get used to it then. Teagan thinks you are going to ask the question any day now.”

“What gave her that idea?”

“She knows,” he laughed.

“I haven’t even asked you if I can ask.”

“Well, if you want to ask her, you have my permission you know. You are like the son I wish I had. You’re a good man and good for her.”

“Thank you Thom,” I smiled. “I was going to ask you but I was going to wait until the time was right.”

“There, I saved you the trouble he chuckled. Now hit a good one so I don’t have to keep carrying your ass for the whole round. I really want to beat those guys.”

“Come on,” I joked. “What about the last few holes? I got us a birdie and two nice pars.”

“The sun shines on a dogs ass every once in a while,” he said slapping me on the back.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I laughed.

“Hey, you two going to hit or spend all day talking about it?” Melvin cried.

Thom groaned but didn’t say anything. I could tell he was on edge. He really wanted to beat these two this time. It was a matter of pride for him. We weren’t trying to win a PGA tour event or anything but it was important to him. These were his cross town rivals from another dealership. He hadn’t won against them in five years now. He really wanted to shut them up.

Thom’s shot had strayed off course and he was in the rough. With a one shot lead we should have been ok but the other two were perfectly in the fairway on this shorter par 5 finishing hole. That put the pressure on me to find the fairway myself.

I relaxed as I set up and got ready to hit. I wasn’t the best golfer in the world but I held my own. I played in high school and some in college but nothing like basketball. I looked at the ball and stepped back a half step to get the ball further forward in my stance now. I had been pulling the last few drives right so this was the necessary adjustment I needed. I decided to swing hard and let it fly.

“Holy shit,” Thom cheered. “It may never come down.”

“Wow,” I said as I watched it fly straight and far. It flew really far. At least 75 yards further than the other two balls in the fairway.

“Ringer,” Melvin cried. “Where the hell did you find him?”

“You like that don’t you,” Thom hissed. “I knew I brought you for a reason.”

We drove up and waited on Thom to hit. He put it back in the fairway just short of where my ball was. The other two hit and left them just off the green. We drove up to Thom’s again and he put it just off the green. That put the pressure back on me.

“Dam, that was about 290 on that drive,” he cried.

“I get lucky once in a while,” I joked.

“Well lucky,” Thom said. “Put it close and seal the deal.”

I played a 7 and landed it about 25 feet from the cup, dead center on the green.

“That should do it,” I said as I climbed back into the cart.

“Baring nothing too crazy from them,” he offered.

They both chipped them close but not in. Thom flopped his shot and left a ten footer for par. I had an eagle putt to give us a two shot advantage. I rolled it within six inches and tapped in for birdie. That sealed the match and the win Thom had been waiting for.

We shook hands and headed back to the club house for lunch. Thom was all smiles as he bragged about the win. I just smiled and ate my lunch. It wasn’t that big of a deal to me.

“Hey Thom,” I stopped him as we were leaving.

“Yes?” he questioned.

“I want to do this right. I love your daughter and I want to ask you if I can ask her for her hand. I know you gave me your blessing earlier but I want to ask the right way.”

“I’d be happy to have you as my son,” he smiled. “You have my blessing.”

“Thank you,” I said.

“When do you plan to ask?”

“I don’t know. I have my first game of the season on Thursday night. Maybe on Friday, we are going to dinner. I’m just going to play it out and see how it goes.”

“Is Taylor going to start?” he now asked.

Taylor was a freshman and the third of his four daughters. Tara was his oldest at 20, then Teagan at 19 now. They took a break before having Taylor and then soon after Tessa came along. Yeah, they had a thing for the letter T.

“I don’t know,” I said truthfully. “She’s good and has improved a lot over the summer but I have Mandy and Mindy still as my two best guards. I just want to make sure she is ready for the role. She might not start but she will see a lot of time, that I can say for certain.”

“At least you’re honest with me,” Thom smiled.

“If I can get Mindy comfortable playing in a different spot she will start for sure. Maybe a few games escort beyoğlu and she will be ready.”

“Don’t rush things for me Jake. It’s your team, you do as you please. You did amazing things with them last year so keep it rolling.”

“We are going all the way this year,” I said confidently. “They are a confident bunch and are playing great together.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“I know, one game at a time. I just have that feeling though.”

“Are you in for next Wednesday, I have a match set up against a couple of the managers at the bank. They won’t be too hard to beat but I like having you around. You’re not so bad at golf, don’t kid yourself.”

“It’s going to be my last week then,” I said. “I’ve got a lot of time off from work to coach the girls.”

“I understand. This week was the important week. I was glad I had you. Besides, the weather is going to turn any day now and the courses will be closed.”

“I’m getting my knee fixed again in the spring but after that I will take some lessons to help my swing.”

“I know a guy,” Thom smiled.

“I bet you do.”

“I’ll catch you later,” I said waving to him.

I got in the car and headed for home. I was surprised at how well Thom and I got along. He wasn’t the asshole I made him out to be. He was an honest and hardworking guy who hated all the bull shit people brought to him. He presented himself as such but once you got through all the garbage and he figured out you weren’t after him for anything he opened up to you.

I arrived home and headed into the house. I stopped in my tracks as I saw Teagan sitting there in just a shirt and underwear painting on her toes. Her one leg hanging over the side of the love seat, the other drawn to her chest as she painted. Her body was intoxicating to me as I watched her concentrate on her toes. Bright red polish carefully being brushed on her little toe.

I looked her body over as I watched. I don’t think she saw me come in as she didn’t acknowledge my presence. Her hard little nipples easily visible under her thin shirt. Perfect outline of her cunny as her panties barely covered them. I circled the seat as she dipped her brush back into the paint. I waited until she finished before I touched her.

I pulled her hair away from her neck to expose it. She shifted in slight surprise but didn’t say anything. She just tilted her head to expose more of her neck to me as I leaned down and wetly kissed it. My hands sliding down her collar bone to her breasts. I cupped them and felt the weight of them as I worked higher to her jawline with my lips. She moaned as she pressed into my kiss.

“What do you want?” she giggled her little girl giggle.

“You,” I breathed.

I nibbled on her ear a little as my hands pulled her shirt up and exposed her tits. I pinched her nipples as I worked my mouth down her neck and over her collar bone to the right one.

“My nails are wet,” she sighed. Her body still arching into my touch as she spoke.

“I’m not going to kiss your feet,” I teased.

“My fingers are wet too,” she sassed.

“Quit playing with yourself then,” I further teased.

“I got you for that,” she cooed.

I circled around the seat and got in front of her. She spread her legs wide to keep me away from her toes. I got right between them and leaned in to kiss her. A loving smile on her face as I pressed my lips against hers. She kissed me back as my hand cupped her cunny now. Her panties slightly pressing into her slit as her lips parted under my fingers. She gasped into my kiss as I slipped a finger under the edge and grazed her lips.

I kissed her nipples as my fingers touched her clit. I slipped so easily over the sensitive bud as she panted. I parted the material of her panties to one side as I knelt down. I kissed her there and felt her press into me as she giggled. I dipped my tongue into her center and circled her opening. Wetness covered my tongue as she gasped and flattened her hand on my head.

I licked my way up to her clit and drew circles on it. I teased her for a minute with my tongue before pulling back a little and blowing on it. I felt her shudder as she looked down at me. I licked her from clit all the way down to her asshole. I probed at it for a second before returning to her clit again.

She gasped as I focused on just her clit now. I circled it with my tongue before pulling it into my mouth and rolling it around on my lips.

“Fuck, right there,” she moaned.

I flattened my tongue over it and shook my head side to side. That brought her over the edge as she called her warning. I lapped at her until her breathing slowed. I tasted her cum as I probed her hole and gently licked her still.

“You better not mess up my nails,” she warned as I stood.

“I’m not after your nails,” I laughed.

She laughed so seductively now as I hooked my fingers around her panties. I pulled them off her hips a little, just enough to make more room to part them from her lips. I hated when the elastics rubbed my cock. I pulled istanbul escort them clear of her lips and took in her cunny as she looked at me patiently.

“You going to look at it or fuck it?” she asked coyly.

“Horny little bitch,” I teased as I dropped my pants. My cock sprang free as I stepped out of them.

“You started it,” she cooed.

“Guess I have to finish it too.”

“Hmmm,” she growled as I sank into her now.

I felt her cunt grip my cock and gasped at how wet she was today.

“I’m wet aren’t I?” she teased.

“That you are,” I growled.

“Been thinking about you all day.”

“Yeah?” I asked pressing into her with a steady pace.

“Too bad you left so early this morning or I would have given you a great wake up call.”

“This is making up for it.”

“Hmmm,” she growled.

I kept pressing into her with a steady pace. Wetness leaking from her as I found her end and bumped her cervix. I loved how her puss felt wrapped around my cock. It seemed to pull me back inside as I reached the beginning and started to return. Our hips softly crashing together as we fucked.

She pulled her knees up to her shoulders keeping her legs spread and away from my body. This opened her up and let me slide so easily into her. I picked the pace up as she begged for more. Full in and out as I quickly closed in on my climax.

“Can’t hold back baby,” I cried. “Fuck, you feel good today.”

“Keep fucking me,” she cried. “I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

My toes started digging into the carpet now as I pressed into her a little harder. The love seat started sliding across the floor as I slapped into her.

“Keep fucking me,” she begged.

“Cumming,” I cried.

“Give me your cum baby,” she yelped. “Fill me up and make me cum.”

I started filling her and calling her name. My cum soaked the walls of her cunt as the room spun a little. Dam she was hot today. Something about her had me worked up.

“Keep fucking me, I’m so close.”

I kept pushing into her, my cock not losing any steam as I pounded her now. I kept moving my feet to keep up with the moving seat as I fucked her.

“Cumming,” she yelped.

I grabbed the back of the couch as her legs pressed into my arms. The wet slaps of sex played in the background as she cried out in pleasure. I rode her until she begged me to stop.

“I’m going to be sore,” she laughed.

“Dam,” I panted. “You are fucking on fire today.”

“I know,” she giggled. “I don’t know why I’m so wet today.”

“I like it.”

I leaned down and kissed her as we relaxed and remained as one. I remained fairly hard as we continued to kiss. Softly I continued to slide in and out of her.

“Let my nails dry then you can have me again,” she smiled.

“How long is that going to be?”

“Half hour or so,” she chirped.

“I don’t think I can wait that long.”

“Go take a cold shower,” she laughed. “Besides you kind of smell. What were you doing today?”

“I was golfing with your dad.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot. How did it go?”

“We won so he was thrilled.”

“Good. He wants us to come over for dinner tonight.”

“We have practice tonight,” I reminded her. “You are coming to help aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” she smiled. “We are going to dinner after.”

“Alright,” I said.

I reached down and pulled her panties back into place as I pulled from her.

“Jake,” she squealed. “Now my panties are going to be soaked.”

“Like they weren’t before we started.”

“Yeah, but that was from me.”

“There’s going to be some of you in there too.”

“You’re a pain in the ass,” she giggled and softly slapped my face.

“I will make it up to you,” I said raising my eye brows at her.

“After you shower stinky.”

“Cold shower isn’t going to slow me down,” I warned her. “You better be naked by the time I’m done.”

She stood and started gathering her painting supplies. “What am I going to do with you,” she sighed.

“I can think of a few things,” I said as I started walking to the bathroom.

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you.”

I tossed my shirt into the hamper as I turned on the shower. I sniffed myself and was surprised that I did have a slight odor. It was a nice day out so I didn’t think I was sweating that much. I climbed into the shower and cleaned myself off.

I got out and toweled off. Started looking around for my basketball shorts but couldn’t find them anywhere. I left the bedroom and walked into the living room to ask Teagan if she had seen them.

“Hey baby, have you seen………” I fell silent as I looked into the kitchen.

Teagan stood at the sink washing some dishes. It wasn’t the act of washing the dishes that had me speechless. She was as naked as the day she was born while doing it. I was stunned that she actually took me up on my offer. My cock was already at full staff as I reached her.

I could tell she was giggling quietly as I approached her. I stood behind her for a second and took in her flawless body. I wrapped my arms escort ataköy around her and kissed her neck as she jumped.

“Be careful with that thing,” she teased as my cock poked her butt.

“You shouldn’t tease it like this then.”

“I’m not teasing.”

She melted into my touch as she arched her back making her butt press into my cock.

“I’m just washing the dishes.”

“I thought your fingers were wet?”

My fingers sliding down her tummy to find her cunny.

“Not from being painted,” she said seductively.

I dipped my hips as she slightly parted her legs and created just enough space for my cock to slip in between them. My sensitive head slipped along her still wet slit as she rocked her hips.

“Is that right?” I asked.

“I’ve been wet all day long.”

“Hmmm,” I growled into her ear as I kissed her neck.

“I had to touch myself just a little. My fingers are no comparison to your cock though.”

She arched her back hard as she pressed her fingers against the head of my cock. I felt it press against her opening. Her slick lips parted and I slipped inside as she gasped.

“If touching yourself makes you this horny you need to do it all the time.”

She pushed herself back into me and leaned forward now making the angle better for me to penetrate her.

“What makes you think I don’t,” she growled.

“Bad little girl,” I moaned as I pressed into her deeply.

“I’m only bad for you. Hmmm, I love the way your cock feels inside of me.”

I pulled from her slowly until just the tip was inside. Her cunny was quivering already as I started to press back into her slippery folds. I molded my body to hers and cupped her tits as I moved just my hips. Her cunny squeezing my cock as I slowly fucked her. I kissed her back between her shoulder blades and made she skin shiver with goose bumps.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “I’m going to cum hard.”

“Already,” I teased.

“Ummm hmmm,” she growled.

I felt her cunt tighten as she released. Cum flooded her hole as she squeezed my cock hard. Her wetness leaked from the edges as I pressed into her.

I carefully turned her away from the sink. We made the six foot walk over to the kitchen table without losing our bond. She leaned over the table and looked over her shoulder at me. She had that look on her face. I loved the way she smiled at me.

“I love you baby.”

“Love you too,” she moaned.

I pressed into her with more speed now. My cock glistened white as I withdrew then plunged back into her. I loved fucking her from behind but I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to see her face as I loved on her. I pulled from her and sat in the chair. She never questioned anything now. She just pushed herself from the table and straddled my lap. She lowered herself down on my waiting shaft until I was pressed inside as deep as I could go.

She just undulated her hips and leaned down to kiss me. I cupped her tits as we fucked slowly in the chair. Just a slow rise and fall now as she panted into my mouth. Little moans escaping her as she grew closer to the edge. Her wetness leaking from her making her so smooth and slick. I loved the feeling of being inside of her.

“You close,” she asked breaking my thoughts.

“Almost,” I panted.

“Good, I am getting sore now.”

“You, I never thought I would hear that.”

“A girl can only fuck for so long,” she giggled.

I gave her a look. She knew what I was thinking.

“Maybe tonight,” she said.

“You think you’re ready for that?”

“I’ve been using the plugs. I think I’m ready.”

The thought excited me and brought me right up to the edge. Her eyes rolled back as she started to cum. I was right with her as we came together. We panted as we rested and held each other. Sometimes silence can speak more than words, this was one of those times.

“We don’t have to if you’re not ready.”

“I said we can try. If it hurts you can have me right where you’re at.”

“You will be in control,” I assured her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I know baby.”

She kissed me once more before standing. She cupped herself and went to the sink.

“Your shorts are in the dryer.”

“Thanks.”

I rested in the chair for a minute before going to get ready. She finished the dishes then got into the shower. We left together and went to practice.

The girls worked well tonight and looked more than ready for the game tomorrow. I hoped that the first game jitters didn’t get to them and they would perform. Then it was off to Thom’s house for dinner. We stayed way later than we wanted to and got home well after 1030.

“Do you think we can take a rain check,” she asked.

“I was going to ask the same thing.”

“Glad we are on the same page.”

“Are you coming to the game tomorrow?”

“I’ve got a late class so I’m not sure if I will make it. Thursday are going to be hard. If I do it will be in the second half.”

“I know. It’s okay.”

She snuggled up next to me and we drifted off.

I made a last second decision and started Taylor. I moved Mindy to the 3 spot and used Mandy and Taylor as the guards. Maybe the stars aligned that night or the other team had the first game deer in the headlights syndrome. Whatever it was, it was bad for them. We blew them out. It was 74 to 24. Everything was falling for us and they couldn’t buy a shot.

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Somewhere along the line, I made a discovery about being a female and being able to be stimulated to such a peak that I experienced ejaculation. I’ve been encouraged to share my learning experience on here. Who knows, maybe in sharing what I’ve learned about how my own body reacts, more woman will realize they have the potential and just need to learn what the feelings are and how to make it happen. For that matter, maybe the gentlemen reading this will find the right buttons to assist their partners in reaching that peak. I’m only going to be able to give you a personal perspective. I hope in reading this, you’ll find some spark of recognition, something you’ve experienced already, and realize it is not a freakish thing to have happen. It might save you years of thinking that it’s a strange thing to be able to do. It took me too long to realize that the way I respond is not abnormal, unusual maybe, because I allow it to happen. Hundreds of years of Western Society’s way of thinking have clouded the fact that the woman can and should enjoy sexual orgasms as much as their male or female partners. Having spent some time talking to other ladies online, I know I’m not the only one out there that can flow like an artesian well.

When my husband and I first started dating, and experimenting with sex, I found I was always getting wet. I’m talking the kind of wet that comes with a long slow kiss leaving my panties more than damp. When we got around to touching more intimately, he would have a soaked hand. Now I knew I wasn’t emptying my bladder, it just didn’t feel the same. I had no idea where it was coming from. I’ll never forget the first time we were at my parent’s house after we’d gone out to see a movie. We’d been necking all the way home and by the time we got into the house where everyone was in bed asleep, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We’d been sitting on the couch, slowly undressing each other, opening shirts, undoing jean buttons, rubbing hands over skin as it was becoming more exposed and getting hotter than hell. He finally pulled my jeans off and kneeled in front of me as I sat on the couch, enabling him to fondle my sensitive breasts while fingering my pussy. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed it down between my legs. Getting no resistance from him at this point, I spread my legs a bit wider and enjoyed my first session of pussy licking. When his tongue contacted my clit for the first time, I squirted, he jumped, licked his lips and dove back down for more. I didn’t know what happened within me. I was so hot at that particular moment that I didn’t care, it felt good and he seemed to enjoy it. I lost control over what my mind and body were doing and experiencing. They seemed to know all by their selves what to do and who was I to argue with them when I was climbing a peak and jumping off the top?

From that point on, I waited for the same thing to happen whenever he got close to me. Those first tingles preceding any serious sexual contact, would set my mind to wandering into it’s own world. I would anticipate his touch and start to flow. I had more wet jeans and shorts that summer, and I learned to wash a lot of laundry before anyone found them. We were both a little more than fascinated with what was going on, and decided to keep experimenting to see what got things started. My clit seemed to be a trigger. Now considering escort mecidiyeköy I was studying in the medical field at the time, I started doing some research, but to no avail. Nothing in the medical field even attempted to explain where the female’s natural lubrication came from. All they ever said was it ‘seemed’ to come from the lining of her canal, in other words, they didn’t have a clue. I quit reading the books. I knew better. There was no way I could be squirting out streams of fluid from one location internally if it was supposedly from the entire internal lining. So much for science!!!! Research began on a more personal level and was more fun for the two of us I should mention.

Quite by accident one night, I was …..well for lack of a more tactful way of putting it….sitting on his face, when he started to lick around my clit. Now that hooded little fellow got very hard and extended quite nicely so he had something to suck on while he inserted two fingers slowly inside my wet pussy. Being the gentleman that he is, he started a slow in and out motion with those fingers and rubbed up against the top of my canal. Breaking away from the clit kissing for a moment, he commented on the ridges he could always feel at that spot and to prove the point to me, he took my hand and had me place my fingers inside instead. I started to concentrate a bit more on what my hand was feeling and agreed, it was ‘different’ textured there. Pulling my own hand free so I could lick my fingers, he got back to business and stared nibbling my clit and stroking my insides again. When I felt those now familiar tingles coming on, I rolled my hips forward and back as he curled his fingertips just so they rubbed that spot lightly. With the sensation of having my clit pulled and tugged at, and my spot rubbed, I started to flow. When he swallowed and mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm’d in contentment, I was turned on by his reaction and I let my mind escape. I knew this feeling was coming again and with it, the rush of fluids out of my body. He drank till I settled down a little, then leaned his head back and looked at me.

“Do that again baby, I want to watch it come out”. What a turn on for my brain. Taking my own hand on my clit, I started to roll it between my fingers. With the other hand I reached down and inserted two then three fingers inside. I closed my eyes, thought of nothing except how good I was feeling, how intense my stomach was clenching. When he started talking to me and encouraging me with the simple words of ‘cum on baby’ once again I started to do more than leak. He reached up with both his hands and opened up the lips of my pussy as I pulled my fingers out and continued to stroke my clit. I opened my eyes to see his fixed on the place between my legs. He was grinning like a kid with a new toy. Again, I squirted when my mind took over thinking about how erotic it was that he was watching. I caught him full in the face with the first gush, the second he caught in his mouth. By that time I needed some cock, so I slid down his chest, soaking him along the way because his chest hair felt so wonderful under my thighs. I slid over his stiff cock and rode a bronco that didn’t get a chance to buck me off.

Earlier I alluded to Western Civilization’s attempt to thwart the females ability to have orgasms. Our generation istanbul escort bayan has learned to even talk about it, (some things from the age of the flower children have benefited us all haven’t they?), and in that talking we’ve changed our way of thinking. Over the years I’ve constantly been seeking anything in print that discussed my ability to flow so much. Finally in the last few years, thanks to the Internet, I’ve located references. Like all search engine results here you need to shift through the wheat and chaff. I can not condone those sites that say the only way a woman ‘finds’ her G -spot is through fisting. That’s not the case for all women by any means. I found mine through soft caresses and a willing partner. After locating it, I practiced alone till I’m now fully aware of where it is and how it works. The lasting reward is the fact where I required tactile stimulation years ago, I can get into contractions and orgasms with words whispered to me, holding off the touching and just enjoying the mind’s ability to drive me over the top and gush.

Ok, I suppose by now I’m sounding like I’m a braggart. Please don’t think that, I’m not. I feel I’m blessed. For many years I was so embarrassed by it that I wouldn’t allow myself to let go and really have a strong, intense orgasm. Needless to say, those years were pretty dry and dull in the bedroom. Once I found information online about this ‘ability’ and realized it’s available by every woman to whatever degree she allows it, I knew I had something special to offer my partner. It also took talking to other guys that found it as exciting as my husband did. So now on to the slightly clinical explanation of how the female body really is designed. The part the books in school fail to talk about because it’s ‘not polite’.

Maybe it all stems from the fact that on the male body, the sexual organs are exposed and it’s more than obvious when arousal is taking place, but females and males, before birth, share a lot of the same features. Early in the pregnancy, it’s difficult to tell the sex of a child, even by ultrasound. Technology has at least allowed us to visually see and accept this fact. I’m sure most of you have read that the clitoris is ‘like’ a small penis, in shape and location. We know on the male, below the penis is the scrotum and testicles, what we weren’t taught is, that with the female, the tissue behind the clit, within the vaginal canal where those ridges are, is of the same makeup as the scrotal sac. Buried within the tissue is a sponge like area, connected to the clitoris, that the urethra or tube from the lady’s bladder runs through. The bladder’s urine never mixes with the fluids that this sponge collects when females are stimulated. (Science has finally analyzed the two fluids and they are very much different). When this area, or as many refer to it, the G-spot is rubbed and stimulated, the sponge swells with body fluids and actually contracts around the urethra cutting off the bladder flow. (Think of it this way, do you know of any guys that can cum and go pee at the same time? Nope. Can’t be done can it? Same thing with the ladies…smile). The two tiny openings that my ‘squirting’ comes through is not the opening from the bladder, it is smaller and below the urethra, toward the clit. The amount of fluid collected varies according to how escort taksim ‘hot and turned on’ I am. Sometimes the first contractions bring a few teaspoons full, and other times it can be a lot heavier. During the exceptional occasions, I’ve been known to fill a cup. (Yeah that was my research partner’s idea…smile) My theory is that each woman’s volume is individual. I’ve always been the kind of female that retains fluids (swollen ankles during pregnancies etc), so maybe I do have more than some ladies. I still maintain that all woman have the sponge within them and that’s where her natural lubrication comes from.

What I’ve found to be the major difference is the fact that for the female to get to the point of vaginal, G-spot orgasm, she has to be stroked longer until she learns the feelings and what will happen. The G-spot isn’t the sponge, it’s the area that stimulates the sponge to collect fluids and contract and squeeze them out. So often the first time it occurs, she thinks she’s peed on the guy, and she gets turned off from allowing that much loss of control over her body, when in reality, she’s just had her first truly hard orgasm and ejaculated.

The sponge like area has finally been given a name, the Skenes gland. The gland is similar to the prostate in the male and the fluid’s makeup is like prostatic fluid. Ancient cultures in the East, revered the female body and it’s ability to respond sexually. Somewhere along the line of ‘civilization’ the attitude came along that female’s were seductress and when they allowed themselves to enjoy sex it was wrong in doing so. Thank god that attitude is leaving us. There are many web sites out there that talk of Tantra sex, a sort of mystical union at times, sex that goes beyond physical satisfaction and stimulation. I only want to warn you to read carefully and search for accurate sites. Anyone can publish on the web…(heck they even publish my stuff!!)

Check it out for yourself if you want. There are others I’m sure. I’m not selling anything. They might be. That’s their choice. Their sites do contain better explanations than I can probably write.

In closing, I have just a couple of suggestions. Don’t close your mind to the possibilities ladies. With some exploration of your own sensuality, you can discover the peaks of orgasms the novels talk about. If you have a willing partner to help in the exploration it’s all the more fun. If not, do like I do. Put on some soft music, lie down somewhere comfortable with a towel under your butt in case you leak, start by slowly touching your nude body, touch lightly if that’s a turn on to you. Refrain from coming into contact with your center most area for as long as possible, giving your body time to become excited with the anticipation, then slowly trace the folds of your flower, teasing yourself. Circle your clit lightly, then run your fingertips up and down the lips of your pussy, eventually opening it a little. Rub the inner part of your thighs and come back to your moist pussy again, teasing touches. Insert one or two fingers and feel the changes in the texture inside. Finger the top of your pussy behind the clit, rubbing back and forth, feeling the swelling start. Ever have a guy tell you he can ‘feel’ your pussy swell when you’re getting hot? With two fingers separated a little apart rub up and down again. If you start to feel the moisture come, don’t fight the feeling. It’s not an urge to pee, it’s an urge to have an orgasm. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with using toys either. Vibrators can help and there’s always the ever comforting dildo. Of course, nothing replaces a warm cock ….WEG…(wicked evil grin)

Go with the flow ladies…..go with the flow!!!!!

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Michael and Joann, Early Years

Chapter 1

Tina and Lillian

Sometimes you get the best fuck from where you would least expect.

Mike meets Jo’s family and discovers her older sisters don’t like him.

*****

I am Michael, 21, 6′ 160 pounds of well proportioned muscle, topped off with sandy blonde hair parted on the left, and a perpetual 5 o’clock shadow. While going to college I had girlfriends who enjoyed being fucked by my thick, 8 inch cock. College life mandated fucking all willing females and drinking.

Then I met Joann.

Joann Ciccone is 21 years old, 5’7″ tall, and 135 pounds with curly black hair extending five inches below her shoulders. Her brown eyes are large and expressive, and dark red lipstick displays sexy lips. She has perky 36C breasts and large pink areolas, with dark nipples that stand out ¾ of an inch. Her waist is narrow accentuating her peach bottom ass. Her legs are long and well proportioned.

She turns men’s heads easily, and draws looks from women. She never lacked for companions for a girl’s night out. She loves to dance. She would sway seductively, letting her hands move freely up and down from her breasts to her luscious thighs. She loved to do the shimmy and sway her breasts. Her movements were erotic. To look in her eyes while she danced was hypnotic. She was pouty and spoiled, and was used to getting her way.

Jo had a strong Catholic background reinforced by the sisters of St Joseph’s School and her Aunt Gina, a nun. Jo had been saving her virginity for a future husband, until she met me.

We met at the home of a mutual friend the day after Christmas and by Valentine’s Day we were fucking like rabbits whenever we were together. Jo was dazzled by my “Joe College” demeanor, and finally gave in to my persistent demand for sex.

Jo lived in a large house in Montclair with two older sisters, Lillian 26, and Tina 24, a younger brother Ralph 13, and her parents, Maria 44, and Tony 48.

When I met her family I was shocked at the similar appearance of the daughters to their mother. The women were nearly the same height. Marie had an amazing chest that must have been a 40C, and was a natural blonde.

Lil, the eldest child, had at least a 38C rack and blonde hair.

Tina’s tits were a solid 36B and she had auburn red hair.

I am a breast man in case you didn’t notice.

I realized that all the women wore similar blouses; faintly see through, showing large nipples. When they turned to lead me to the living room I realized their asses were identical too, very Kardashian, covered by form fitting black stretch pants. Their asses wiggled in step with their mother.

I walked behind with her dad, Tony, who shook my hand firmly and whispered, “Like what you see?” with a broad smile nodding his head at the women. I could only reply “Yes, very much so.” We both had a hard on entering the living room.

I was introduced to an Italian meal that Marie made that was delicious. It was heavy; meal pasta followed by Ham an antipasto salad, Medaglia D’Oro espresso and café American. escort sefaköy We were joined by her aunt Gina and two of Marie’s bingo girlfriends. Sunday dinner was a big thing in the Ciccone household.

Table talk had me telling Marie and Tony about myself and my plans after college. At that time I had none. Tony was a building contractor and Marie was a part-time model for a local lingerie designer. Her pictures would appear in local advertisements with the Sunday paper.

The insert for the Sunday I visited had Marie in a red lacy bustier and bikini panties. Her hip was cocked to the side with a gap between her thighs. Her head was cocked to the opposite side with her long, blonde hair hanging down, and one hand up to her ear. It was a stunning picture and my cock responded to it. Jo’s hand was in my lap and she squeezed my cock and gave me a look that said, “Hey! That’s my mother!”

I looked at Mr. Ciccone and said the only Italian word that came to my mind: “Bellissimo.” That got a round of applause from everyone and a pinch on my cheek from Marie Ciccone.

Sunday dinners were the best and afterwards everyone played cards with the favorite games being five card stud and pinochle.

Lil and Tina did not seem to like me, and I felt a cool response in my conversations with them. Jo tried to convince me they were just being ‘big sisters’.

Jo worked in a plumbing supply business a few blocks from home in Montclair New Jersey. She was the Gal Friday to the owner and his son, and the salesmen who periodically came into the office to urge a rush delivery to a client.

Jo was the secretary and dressed the part. Her work outfit was a button down blouse, pencil skirt and high heels.

Jo was a closet exhibitionist who loved walking the office mail two blocks to the local post office rather than put it in the closer mailbox at the street. On her daily trips her ass wiggled just right resulting in loud cat calls, and beeping horns.

She beamed and said her pussy was always wet from the attention she received. She told me that one man showed her a $100 bill and asked for a date. To my disbelief she turned down the money.

I was then a junior attending Seton Hall University as a history major. My parents footed my college tuition leaving me to work part time for gas, car insurance and spending money.

Jo’s father liked me a lot and pulled strings to get me part time jobs locally. This allowed me to come to their house for dinner just about every night after class; a distance of 7 miles. I then went to work until 11:00 PM or so. I would come back to their house and fuck Jo while Tony and Marie and her siblings slept.

Jo wore skirts with no underwear and would bend over in the alcove off the living room and tell me to fuck her brains out. Jo loved getting her cunt fucked, but wanted no part of anal, or blow jobs. This irritated me a lot as I wanted to fuck all her holes. Jo put her foot down and refused. I was crushed feeling my cock wasn’t getting its proper nourishment.

One late escort bayan July night, I had just kissed and fucked Jo and was on my way out of her house to my car when I met Lil and Tina. I was startled to see them outside. They were wearing housecoats and had slippered feet. Lil asked me if I had a moment to chat with them. I followed them through the back door and up the rear staircase into a bedroom; Lil’s bedroom I found out.

“Sit down on the bed, Michael” intoned Lil as she and Tina stood expressionless in front of me with folded arms.

Tina handed me a cell phone asking, “Does this look familiar?”

I could feel the blood drain from my face as I watched a video that showed me, quite clearly, fucking Jo from behind with her skirt bunched around her waist.

“Caught!” I thought.

All I could do was look them in the eye and say, “Jo has a sexy body, and is a great fuck.”

Lillian grabbed the phone from my hand, made another selection and showed me the screen again. It was me pounding Jo on another occasion with her ass in the air and her forearm on the steps leading to the second floor.

“I just knew there was something about you the first time I saw you. We didn’t say anything fearing we’d hurt Joanie’s feelings. Is it safe to say there were other nights when you fucked our sister that we may have missed?”

I said: “I have fucked her every night, at least once, since Valentine’s Day. If we walked together down the hall she would pull her skirt up around her waist and whisper, “Fuck me.”

“Are you calling our sister a slut?” continued Tina.

“Why are there no videos of you fucking her ass, or getting a blowjob?”

“Jo doesn’t do anal, or blowjobs. She does like me eating her out.”

They look at each other and smiled, then turned back to me and Lil said: “If Jo won’t let you fuck her ass, or suck your cock, she’s a fucking idiot!”

I was stunned by the response. Then they both stepped out of their housecoats wearing red quarter shelf bras with exposed pierced nipples, and lacy red thigh-high stockings. They both had shaved pussies.

I didn’t move. I couldn’t move! They pulled me to my feet and kissed me with open mouths and tongues as they stripped me.

Tina pulled me over to the bed and lay down with her ass in the air and her head on a pillow. She reached behind with both hands and inserted two fingers with very long curved nails in her ass pulling her sphincter apart. I was on my knees behind her with the most painful erection watching as the entrance to her rear pleasure grotto grew wider. I felt the bed move as Lil knelt behind me and grabbed my cock, whispering, “It’s time to fuck your new slut, Michael.”

Lil reached to her own sopping cunt inserting fingers with two inch nails and lubricated my cock. She did this several times and held her fingers to my lips and said, “Taste me.”

I sucked and she started finger fucking my mouth. She then grabbed my cock and pushed me forward guiding me into Tina’s rear pink hole.

As I entered her ass Tina removed her escort atakent fingers and reached back to fondle my balls. Lil changed position and pulled my hind cheeks apart sticking her tongue in my ass which made my cock grow another inch.

I entered Tina easily as she shook her ass saying, “Fuck my hole with your cheating cock.”

“Oh, God! I’m cuming already!” Her body trembled like an earthquake as I kept slamming my cock into that tight hole.

I loved to feel my ball sac hit her dripping pussy. I don’t know if I fucked her for five minutes or ten minutes, but I was prepared to do it all night. Tina moaned and urged me to fuck her harder. I increased the tempo of my strokes and Tina pushed back as fast as I was humping her. Lil had one of my testicles in her mouth, and two fingers in my ass. Tina was moaning and I could feel her shaking again with orgasmic delight.

“Michael, I’m coming again!” shouted Tina as Lil’s fingernails massaged my prostate causing me to climax immediately. I’ll never forget the feeling of the gobs of semen discharging from my balls into Tina’s sweet ass.

I was spent and my cock softened and fell from her ass. As I lay on my back Lil lay beside me.

Tina sat on her sister’s face and let my semen drip down the crack of her ass into Lil’s mouth. I watched for almost five minutes until there was no more flow as Tina lowered her ass onto Lil’s pulsating tongue.

I briefly fell asleep at that point only to be awakened in what only seemed like moments later as Lil was deep throating my fast hardening cock.

Lillian has a marvelous mouth and she rammed my cock deeper in her throat than I’ve ever experienced. My vision of Lil going down on me was blocked by a cunt in my face as Tina said, “Eat me, Michael.”

I enjoy eating pussy and was delighted that Tina’s tasted like honey. I messaged her ass cheeks as I swirled my tongue in her pussy all the while aware of the awesome blowjob by Lil. When I knew I was cuming I pulled Tina off my face, wrapped my legs around Lil’s head, and pushed her head down harder with my hand as I erupted into her throat.

Lil kept swallowing and sucked my balls into her mouth as well. After what seemed like a very long time Lil stopped sucking and dug her nails into my ass cheeks as I released her from my grip.

Lil kept my cock in her mouth as she breathed in gasps and my cum ran out through her nose. She didn’t release my cock and was tapping her fingers and thumb together, which was strange.

“Pictures!” blurted out Tina who grabbed her iPhone and snapped several pictures of my cock and balls in Lil’s mouth. Finally she let my jewels plop out and sat down cross-legged between my legs with a beaming smile.

“Michael! You have a lot of cum in your balls. I couldn’t believe the number of ejaculations you had. What was it? Six? We have to video you cuming somehow.”

We then went into a group hug on the bed with lot of kissing and squeezing boobs, cocks and asses.

I got my desserts from Jo’s older sisters. Tina was all too happy to provide me with her luscious ass, while Lil loved to deep throat my cock and swallow my sperm. I think the sisters fucked me more out of sibling rivalry than a desire to hurt Jo. Amongst the sisters my always available cock was fair game.

Jo was completely oblivious of her sisters’ wantonness, or my betrayal.

More to come…

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Holly had interested me for quite a while.

Although I was nearly twice her age, I would see her each day at the site I was working and had struck up a nice, chatty relationship with her. What attracted me to her straight away was her size. She was tiny!

Everything was in the right proportion. She was a gorgeous creature in every way; a feminine, womanly figure but everything was just small. Holly stood about four foot eleven with long raven hair and was petite. She confided to me that she was twenty four years old, but she looked much younger due to her diminutive build.

She had the tiniest of hands and feet, really pretty freckled face with big blue eyes and a tendency to blush easily. I made sure to take advantage of this latter trait as often as possible by shooting her compliments or teasing her.

She was always dressed in jeans and a pair of Converse style shoes (from the kids’ section, she told me!) and often wore a fleece top, as she worked in the packing area.

Often, her hair was in a ponytail, which gave her a real girlish look. What had started to please me most was that she was now making a point of seeking me out at every opportunity to talk small talk and to chat with. I had told her from the off just how cute I thought she was and she just blushed and thanked me with a smile. Since then, she had made it clear that she was more than happy with the attention I was giving her and I came to realise that she was attracted to me too.

I had been waiting for the chance to make a move and happened to bump into Holly in a quiet spot at her workplace and just felt compelled to say something forward to her.

“Holly, there are days that you look so cute I could eat you!”

I was rewarded with the usual blush and a shy smile and she just looked me straight in the eye. I returned the smile and tracing a finger to push her hair from her face to behind her ear. Looking at her solidly in the eyes I found myself follow up with;

“…and there’s one particular place I would dearly love to start!”

Holly turned bright red but smiled broadly and gave out a nervous giggle.

“Sounds good to me!” she blurted out nervously.

Wow! I’d got the response to me I had fantasised about for ages. I placed my index finger under her chin and gazed down at her intently.

“Well, why don’t we make it happen?” I asked gently.

“I’m off next Monday” she responded flatly, “I’ll give you my address and you could pop round and see me.”

“Try and stop me!” I blurted out with a smile.

“How does midday sound?” I offered.

“Perfect!” she announced. “Wait here and I’ll get you my address.”

She almost skipped away and within a couple of minutes she was back, handing me a slip of paper with her address and mobile ‘phone number.

“Just text me before you arrive to make sure it’s still OK” she said, and went on her way with a smile.

I made sure to drive past her address prior to the Monday to familiarise myself and I was excited and aroused in anticipation of our meeting. I noted that she lived escort bayrampaşa in a large house that was split into individual apartments.

The weekend crawled by and Monday arrived. At a quarter to twelve, I was parked around the corner from her house and sent a text as promised.

“Hi gorgeous. Ready for the big bad wolf to eat you all up?”

I waited a couple of minutes and my ‘phone buzzed. “Come on over. Little Red Riding Hood. Lol”

I left my car safely parked round the corner and walked to her door. Pressing her buzzer, I heard footsteps on a timber stair and the door opened to reveal a smiling Holly, dressed in jeans and a short red smock dress over the top, barefoot and, as I immediately noted, bra-less… Her feet were just amazingly pretty and petite. She had lovely chubby little toes and they were painted red and nicely manicured, as were her fingers.

She took my hand and just said “Come on in!”

I was almost bodily dragged upstairs to her apartment and she closed and bolted her door behind me.

Her home consisted of a large room with a large sofa and armchair, a TV and a small kitchenette area with worktop separating it from the lounge. A door off the lounge area which was open, led to the bedroom and I could see that this was fairly small and almost filled with a double bed placed across a window.

We stood in the lounge alongside the sofa both wondering what the next move was to be.

“You know Holly…” I stated flatly. “I’ve been wanting to get you alone for a long time.”

She smiled shyly and looked at me.

“Me too!”

I put my arms around her waist and she raised her arms onto my shoulders, looking up at me and I kissed her long and gently on her full pouting lips.

We hugged in silence, both taking in the moment. I felt her tiny breasts on my stomach as my hands slipped under her top and enclosed her tiny naked waist. I withdrew and kissed her deeply and she responded passionately.

After a short while of kissing and holding each other, I whispered in her ear.

“And now for the main course…”

I dropped to my knees and raised her smock dress to kiss her soft, warm belly, whilst my hands cupped and stroked her beautiful little bottom. Her hands were on my hair, stroking my head as I delved and licked into her belly button and allowed my hands to trace up her flanks under her smock top to her naked back. She felt incredibly

soft yet firm to the touch and I noted her wonderfully feminine curves.

I let one hand drop to the belt of her jeans and unbuttoned them, lowering the zipper slowly as she wriggled her hips side to side. I immediately pulled down her jeans to her ankles and she stepped out of them, one foot at a time whilst I was still hungrily feasting on her tummy button. I stroked my hands up the backs of her pretty legs and sat back to gaze at her mound through a pair of red lace panties. You could clearly see the valley of her pussy through her panties and she had a wonderful puffy mound which eskort protruded rudely there between her soft, smooth thighs.

I could smell her sweet, musky scent and could almost feel the heat radiating from between her legs on my face. I looked up at her face, looking down at me, as she moved her hands to the sides of my head and stroked the side of my hair, smiling.

I lifted her dress upwards as she raised her arms and raised myself up on my knees whilst lifting the dress up and off, my face a matter of inches from a pair of absolutely perfect, small, pert breasts.

Her nipples were quite substantial and were surrounded by the pinkest, smoothest areola I think I have ever seen. I cupped her pert little breasts gently in my hands and licked and suckled the nipples.

Holly cooed loudly “Oooooh!”

As I gently and lovingly licked and kissed her breasts, I hooked my index fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them straight down to her ankles.

Whilst she stepped out of them, I placed my hands on her buttocks and stroked them. I sat back again and gently placed my hands on her hips and looked at her pussy. She was shaved, apart from a small, black strip running upward from her fleshy mound and her pussy was a very smooth pale pink with swollen and pink outer lips; no sign whatsoever of her inner labia.

I reached my face in and delved my tongue to lick along the crack of her womanhood vertically, delving hard at the top to seek out her clitoris, which made Holly gasp. One hand was now on the back of my head and her fingers were grasping my hair pulling me onto her. I gently pushed her back onto the sofa and she half sat, half lay back on the large cushions and watched me intently as I pushed her legs apart and gazed longingly at her exposed cunt.

She was looking straight down at me and I looked her straight in the eyes as I moved my mouth onto her and licked along her inner lips, delving into her wetness. (Wow! She was absolutely saturated

with sweet, slippery juices!) I pushed her knees wide apart as she raised them upward alongside her breasts and placed her hands over her ankles to expose herself for my invasion.

I licked and sucked at her labia and then sought out her clitoris, which was by now sticking out rudely and very swollen. Holly was making small gasping and sighing noises as I worked on her.

I lapped at her pussy for all I was worth and inserted my middle finger, palm upwards, into her perfect, tight little cunt and rubbed her G-Spot as I finger fucked her and licked round and round her clitoris. By now, her knees had started jerking upwards from each push of my finger and my cock was straining at the front of my jeans. I just had to fuck this wonderful little woman!

I inserted my index finger alongside the middle finger and could feel the tightness of her cunt muscles squeezing against me as I fingered and licked her for as long as it took to achieve a noisy orgasm…

I could bear it no longer and gathered her naked body up in my arms and carried her to escort gaziosmanpaşa the bedroom. She had her arms around my neck and was kissing my face and mouth as I gently placed her on the bed and frantically unbuttoned my shirt. She leaned forward and grabbed at my belt buckle and almost

tore my belt and waistline of my jeans open.

I threw off my shirt and pulled down my jeans and briefs all in one, pulling each leg off with each sock as I went. My cock was rigid and sticking upwards and Holly gazed at it with wide blue eyes

as I stood upright. She sat on the edge of the bed, grabbed the shaft of my cock and squeezed it.

“Wow. Nice!” Holly exclaimed.

Reaching across to the top drawer of her bedside cabinet, Holly retrieved a condom, tore open the packet and skilfully rolled it down over my erection, taking a moment to stroke me along my length as she gazed at the swollen rudeness of my manhood in front of her face.

I pushed her gently back and climbed onto her as she shuffled to lay on the bed, kissing her full on the lips. Her arms were under mine and around my upper back as I positioned the head of my swollen and by now, throbbing cock, at her wet opening. Her fingers were grabbing at my flesh and she looked down between us at my cock, which was about to impale her. In one movement, I pushed gently and the head of my cock pressed into her. She was wonderfully wet and incredibly tight, but I pushed my hips forward and my cock just seemed to glide into her half way.

Holly gasped as I raised myself up onto my elbows and kissed her neck. I made a conscious effort to pull out of her slightly, then pressed my swollen and stiff erection in again slowly, but deeper.

Holly emitted a sort of pleading noise; “Mmmmm?”

I couldn’t help but keep pushing myself into her and she took it all the way to the hilt. I could feel her cervix against the underside of my cock as I pushed myself deep into her, strongly and roughly. I was now at the point of no return and started fucking her deep and hard as she bucked beneath me in perfect rhythm.

I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I unconsciously uttered “Yes! Yes! Yes!” with each thrust.

Holly was gasping “Ah! Ah! Ah!” in unison as we fucked each other frantically.

After what seemed like an age, I felt myself welling and knew I couldn’t hold on any longer when Holly suddenly loudly reached orgasm. She grabbed me so tightly and wrapped her legs round the backs of my thighs that she was no longer permitting me to move in and out of her, but I was buried deep inside of her as she shook and twitched in a full body orgasm, clinging to me like a limpet.

I could feel her cunt clenching onto my cock and this pushed me over the edge, joining her in a

loud, but exquisite release. I exploded inside her and kissed her hungry mouth desperately as we both collapsed flat onto the bed and lay there panting, kissing and cuddling for what seemed an eternity.

After a short respite, we shifted to lay on our sides, her arms inside my arms which were wrapped around her, her hands stroking the hairs of my chest as we kissed, giggling and hugging.

She was everything I had fantasised that she would be and we spent the next couple of hours together on her bed. Much more happened during those hours to recount that was wonderful and memorable.

But then, that’s another story…

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It’s a really nice day outside, I thought, as I gazed out of the third floor window, and here I am stuck at school. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I was in English.

“Sam!”

“Yeah, Miss?” I turned back around to find my English teacher, Miss Evans, staring at me from her desk. She was 23, and had only been working at the school since the start of the year. I was 18 years old.

She wasn’t too tall, probably just over 5 foot, but she was so hot. She had a cute roundish face, wore glasses, and always had her long blonde hair in a ponytail. I guess it made her look even younger than she was.

“Have you finished reading chapter one already?”

“No, I..”

“Every lesson it’s the same thing,” She was getting up from her desk now and striding over towards me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the odd person daring to turn their head in my direction. Miss Evans was beginning to go red in the face “And every lesson we end up having the same argument. I’ve had enough of it, Sam. I want you in here after school!”

“You’re giving me detention!?” She didn’t reply. She just escort güngören span round and walked back to her desk. Anger was bubbling up inside me. She was just picking on me, it was always the same. But as much as I hated her right then, I couldn’t help but stare at her arse as she walked away.

This usually ended up happening. No matter how pissed off I was at her, I seemed to end staring at her amazing body. My favourite were her breasts. They weren’t too big, probably B-cup. But somehow they made her seem perfect.

After another 3 hours of school, I made my way up to the third floor English room, and slowly entered. Miss Evans was sitting at her desk. It took a couple of seconds to register who it was, her hair wasn’t in it’s usual ponytail, but hanging freely. She got up and approached me.

“Glad you could finally make it,” she said, pointing at her watch.

“Sorry, Miss, I got held up by…”

“I don’t want to hear you’re excuse. If you’re not going to take this detention seriously then you can have one tomorrow bayan escort too”

“What!?” My anger bubbled over this time. “Are you crazy? You know fucking full well I’ve done nothing wrong! This whole thing’s bullshit, I’m leaving.” As I turned around to get out of the room, she grabbed my arm and pulled me back around.

“How dare you talk to me like that!” Her eyes were wide and her breathing heavy. The next thing I knew her other hand slapped me across the face. I just stood there staring at her. What the hell was she playing at? She moved closer, our faces inches apart.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” She threw her lips onto mine. They were so soft. Her tongue thrust itself into my mouth, and all the anger I had felt seconds ago was gone, replaced by lust.

She broke away, and stepped back. I was expecting her to tell me how big a mistake the kiss was, to tell me to leave; but she simply gave me a sexy grin, then removed her top and her bra.

I was now able to see the true beauty of her boobs. Her nipples were standing up. I escort güneşli reached out and pulled her back towards me, kissing her for a second time. This time, she began taking my clothes off, then the rest of hers.

“Fuck me, Sam.” The tone of her voice was no longer commanding, but longing. I pushed her backwards, onto her desk. She grabbed my already hard cock and pulled it towards her pussy. The head of my dick was just touching her. She was so wet!

I couldn’t wait any longer, I needed to see how she felt. I pushed my cock inside her pussy. She was so tight.

“Oooh, Sam!” I began pumping in and out. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, until her moans echoed around the room.

“I’m going to cum, Sam!” I had only just registered what she’d said, when I felt her pussy clamp down hard on my cock. Her body was shaking uncontrollably.

“I want you’re hot cum inside of me, Sam.” Her voice was shaky, her body still quivering. I couldn’t hold out any longer, and I pumped my cock in her for the last time, the feeling in my balls exploded. I could feel the cum shooting into her wet pussy over and over.

I pulled out and sat on the desk beside her.

“Fucking hell, Miss, that was amazing”

“Yes,” she replied, “but look at the mess you’ve made on my desk.” She pointed to the cum dripping out of her pussy. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you a weeks worth of detentions…”

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Maggie and I met in one of those adult chat rooms. We exchanged pictures, and I immediately fell in love. She wasn’t a knockout, but she had a “girl-next-door” cuteness about her. Most importantly, I could tell from the shirt that she was wearing in her picture that she had really nice, big tits. I’m a breast guy, so after looking at the picture I was more than ready to cyber with the girl. After about an hour of online fun, we exchanged email addresses, IM screen names and phone numbers.

Maggie lives in Delaware and I live in Texas, but the long distance didn’t come between us and our internet and phone sex sessions. Not only was Maggie cute, but she had a voice that drove me crazy. By June 10, Maggie and I had been talking to each other for about 3 months. That was the day that she said that she wanted to meet me in person. She was out of school for the summer, and wanted to fly to Dallas to meet me. I couldn’t believe my luck. I offered to pay for her plane ticket, but she refused to let me. We made plans to meet that weekend.

I could hardly wait for Friday to roll around. I booked us into one of the best hotels in Dallas (a hotel way over my budget, by the way), and made reservations at one of the city’s trendiest restaurants. That Friday, I was at Gate 36 of DFW Airport with a half dozen roses. When I saw Maggie my heart skipped a beat. She was even prettier than she was in her picture. Her shoulder length black hair bounced as she walked. Her brown eyes seemed to sparkle with life and mischief, and her body…..Let’s just say that her picture did not do her justice. Her lithe, 19 year old body fit her perfectly, even though her C cup breasts look a little too large for her 5’2 frame. When she recognized me, she gave me a fierce hug. Being a foot taller than her, I had to bend down to kiss her on the lips. She was three years younger than me, but she seemed to have a maturity well beyond my years. Maggie was all woman.

“I was wondering what it would be like when we finally met,” she said as she took the offered flowers.

“Maggie, you’re even more beautiful than you are in your picture,” I managed to say while looking into her big, brown eyes.

“You are always so sweet to me,” she replied.

She took my hand, and we walked to my car. She threw her carry-on bag (Which was her only piece of luggage. Apparently, she didn’t plan on wearing much on our weekend together) into the backseat, and we drove off into the humid Southern twilight. As I told Maggie about escort çapa the restaurant that we were going to be having dinner at, I could see disappointment spread across her face.

“What’s wrong,” I asked. The last thing I wanted was for her to be disappointed by any aspect of our weekend.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Then she smiled wickedly as she looked at me. “I just thought we could skip dinner. What I’m really hungry for is you, Brad.”

I could feel my cock start to stir as I tried to keep myself from looking too overjoyed. I stared at Maggie. The smile stiff frozen on her face, she arched her eyebrows in a silent plea. She waited for me to say the words she wanted to hear.

“Shall we go straight to the hotel then?” I said with a grin.

She touched my right thigh, and her hand wandered near my growing cock.

“Mmmm,” she cooed, “that sounds like a better plan.”

We pulled into the hotel’s parking garage, and checked in at the front desk. After, we stepped into the elevator for our ride up to the fourth floor. Maggie wrapped her arms around me as she kissed me hard on the lips.

“Oh, my God, Brad, I’ve wanted to do this for so long now,” she whispered through shallow breaths. I started to kiss her neck as I ran my hands down the curves of her body. I could feel her bare ass through the material of her short, black skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

Just before I could run my hands up and underneath her skirt, the elevator reached the fourth floor. I led her to our room. We were like high school kids about to experience their first time. Maggie giggled excitedly as I fumbled with the room’s key card.

The door had barely closed when Maggie shoved me against the wall and kissed me again. This time, she unbuckled my belt while she kissed. I went back to where I left off in the elevator. My hands followed the inside curve of her thighs until I reached her smoothly shaved pussy. Maggie was already very wet, and she moaned as I started to tease her down there with my fingers. She had my rock hard cock in her hand by then and was slowly stroking it.

She flashed that same wicked smile that I had seen in my car. She slowly traced a finger along the hair at the center of my chest and stomach as she sank down to her knees. She took the head of my cock into her mouth. Her warm tongue swirled over it as she started to slowly stroke the shaft. I leaned back against the wall and moaned for escort bayan istanbul more as Maggie expertly sucked me off. Her lips enveloped me inch by inch as she took my entire cock into her mouth. Her nose brushed against my pubic hair as she deep throated me like a pro. She moved back up to the tip, and then swallowed me again and again. Every time, more and more saliva ran down my shaft. My balls ached. Maggie stroked and sucked harder and faster. I was ready to shoot my load, and I warned her.

She let my throbbing dick slide from her mouth as she unbuttoned her white, silk blouse. Her beautiful C cups were held in place by a lacey, black bra.

“Cum on my tits, baby,” she said. “I know you like to pretend to do it when we talk online.”

I smiled and nodded. She enveloped my shaft with her mouth again and finished the job for me. When I couldn’t hold it any longer, I pulled myself from Maggie’s mouth and aimed my cock for her bra clad mammories. She squeezed them together and cooed in anticipation. I held my cock in my fist and stroked once…twice.

My hot, wet sticky load landed with a splat between Maggie’s magnificent cleavage. I shot two more loads, coating Maggie’s tits, bra and chest. She took my cock into her mouth again and greedily sucked out the last, lingering drops of my seed.

“Mmmm,” she said while she smiled up at me. “Now, that was much better than any dinner would have been.”

I startled Maggie by picking her up in my arms. I walked over to the bed, and she squealed with delight as I threw her down onto it. She started to wriggle out of her skirt as I pulled the remainder of my clothes off as fast as I could. She dropped her skirt onto the floor, and I got my first glimpse of her perfectly shaved snatch. She reached behind herself to unhook her bra. The lacey, cum soaked material slid away from her chest to reveal her very ample breasts. Her nipples were already stiff, and she moaned softly as her hands lightly brushed against them.

As I surveyed the curves of Maggie’s body, my cock began to grow again. By the time my face was between her legs, I was completely erect. My tongue licked her cunt from top to bottom. She was already wet, and I savored the taste of her sweet juices.

“Yeauuuuhhhh,” she tried to speak, but her words came out as a moan as I started to flick my tongue across her swollen clit.

“Oh…… God….uhhhh. Oh YES,” she stammered. “Eat my pussy, Brad. Just like that, baby.” escort etiler I sucked her clit into my mouth sucking for all I was worth. I wanted to do for her what she had done for me. Maggie had her legs draped over my shoulders, and she began to grind her cunt against my face as I brought her closer and closer to where she wanted to be. Her hips pushed forward as an explosion of her juices hit me in the face. She sighed heavily as her orgasm subsided. My tongue lapped up the cum that did not coat my face. She sighed dreamily as I licked her clean.

My cock was still hard as a rock. I climbed up onto the bed with Maggie and straddled her; my cock dangling inches from her hot pussy.

“Maggie,” I said, “you always make me so hard. I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

“What are you going to do to me, baby?” she asked with a smile. “Tell me what you’re going to do, bad boy.”

My cock ached to be inside of her. I probably wouldn’t last for more than a few seconds before cumming. I prayed that I wouldn’t disappoint her.

“I’m going to shove my hard cock inside of you, and pound your pussy until I fill you up with my seed.”

Maggie’s eyes gleamed in anticipation and a wide grim spread across her face. “Fuck me baby. Give it to me hard.”

Never being one to break a promise to a woman, I shoved my cock inside of her, spreading her pussy lips wide. Maggie wrapped her legs around my waist, and I held her soft, tight ass as I pumped my cock in and out of her. I started slowly, then faster and harder. With each thrust, all 8 rock solid inches of my dick entered her. Her pussy was surprisingly tight, and it held onto my manhood like a vice. Maggie moaned as her sharp fingernails dug into the flesh on my back. She screamed as I plunged into her again and again.

“You like this, don’t you,” I asked. “You love having a hot hard cock pound the hell out of your pussy, don’t you?”

“Oh…uhhh..Oh God, yes! Fuck me, Brad. I’m going to cum…any seco..uhhhh! Any second.”

Maggie bucked underneath me, and I felt her juices flood her cunt. Her nails dug into me as she came. Her pussy still held onto me tight, and my balls ached to release their load. I had lasted much longer than I thought I would. With a groan, my hot, wet load filled Maggie’s pussy and mixed with her own juices. I groaned as my seed shot from my cock like bullets.

I collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around me. Her pussy continued to hold on tightly to my now wilting cock. I stared into Maggie’s big, brown eyes. She smiled up at me as she grabbed my face and pulled down to hers. She hungrily kissed me. We both moaned as our tongues teased each other. I looked into her eyes again and smiled at her.

“You were right,” I said. “That WAS better than any dinner would have been.”

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A couple of weeks went by and Harry and I got to know the more mundane and ordinary things about each other. Who cooked when, what we each didn’t like to eat. Which chores around the house we didn’t mind doing or hated. I mean, who likes housework, right?

Harry said I could quit my job because his investment income, pension and social security were more than enough. I refused right off. I was already conceding something when I moved into his house. I wanted the independence of having my own money to do whatever. That was the first day after I took up residence. At the end of the week Harry told me he was pleased I wanted to keep working. Even if it meant we had less time together. “I like independent women of independent means, who know their own minds,” he smiled.

We had sex. Of course we did. Several times that first two weeks. Some of Harry’s friends probably though we were screwing like rabbits all the time. Wasn’t the case. Some people apparently assumed we weren’t screwing at all, except the rare occasion I’d presumably give “old Harry” a mercy fuck.

One of my co-workers at the bookstore cornered me on the second Wednesday and said, “So what’s it like, screwing an old guy like that?” “What makes you think we’re screwing?” I grinned at her. Georgia and I had had some high times when we were seniors together in high school. Now she was married to Al, a nice guy, except he always flirted with me. A couple of times at parties at their house, Al came on to me a little strong, I thought. I’d asked Georgia about him. Was he just fooling around? Yes and no she told me with a strange look in her eyes. “I mean he flirts with all the girls. But sometimes he’s serious too.” Did that mean he was a serious flirt? Later I thought I’d found out what she was referring to.

Georgia raised one eyebrow. “Are you kidding? You’ve got to be screwing him. I know you, that’s why I think so. Of course you’re screwing him. I just wanna know how often and what it’s like. Details, girl, details. C’mon give. Tell me details.”

“Georgia, are you telling me about your orgies and gangbangs? What I hear about you doing on the weekends? Of course not. And I’m not kissing and telling either. We have a pretty ordinary life together. So far.” I winked and went back to shelving another box of romance paperbacks. I’d heard the rumors about Georgia and Al and what went escort fındıkzade on at some of their weekend parties. They’d been married a year or so by then. She never admitted anything.. But they didn’t deny the rumors either. Georgia would just smile whenever the subject came up.

That evening Harry and I were just hanging out, having a beer, reading, one eye on the TV. “Do you know Al Martin?” Harry asked.

“Sure. His wife works with me at the bookstore.” I waited but Harry didn’t say anything else. I forgot about it. Later in bed, just snuggling under the sheet, Harry raised another question. “Have you ever watched any porn?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “I don’t make a habit of it. A lot of it is crap. Poorly done and fakey.” Do you? Watch porn?”

“Sometimes. More after my wife died. You’re right, a lot of it crap as you so elegantly put it. But within the crap are sometimes nuggets of useful information.”

“I guess I never thought of it that way,” I muttered. As I said we were in bed at the time and also naked. It hadn’t taken but a little persuasion to convince Harry that he could go to bed in the nude. He recognized the good side effects right off. Harry was no dummy. Just unlearned in some areas of life. Aren’t we all?

“Sure. For example, I was pretty far along in life before I discovered what’s called anal intercourse.”

“No kidding,” I said. “How was it?” I’d had a couple of experiences with it. It’d been okay, but it was mostly just uncomfortable. I suspected that was because my partner at the time didn’t know much either.

“I don’t know. I’ve never done it. Or had it for that matter.” Harry chuckled and tweaked my nipple with his fingers. He knew I liked that as long as it wasn’t done too violently. I raised up until my nips just brushed across his chest. It was something that really could turn me on. I squirmed and did the chest/breast thing again. Harry grinned.

“You starting something?” I felt him slide one hand up along my flank and over my butt and up my back. I shivered. This guy gave the best body caresses, the best massage strokes. He just somehow knew exactly how much pressure to apply. Harry tipped up his head and kissed my nose. “Here’s the thing,” he went on. “I have a whole lot of theoretical knowledge about any number of things.”

“You escort istanbul mean like sex,” I said

“Sex. Yes, and other things, but lets talk about sex. Before I die I would like to explore a lot of the different ways we as humans can interact and connect.”

I smirked at him. “You mean you want to have a lot of out-of-normal, unusual and even kinky sex? Boinking, fucking, sucking and like that. Right? Stripping, public antics, maybe? Shall we make a list? You want to do some wienie wagging? Frottage? Cunnilingus? Fellatio? Or analingus?” I stopped blabbing and giggled at the expression on his face. Harry knew all the right words, of course. He probably knew more slang expressions than I did. But sometimes he didn’t like to hear them from me, except in certain circumstances. Like when we about to explode in a mutual come. Maybe you notice in this memoir I don’t use the popular cum for the big O.

I never liked spelling it that way for some reason. Just one of my personal quirks, I guess. Like liking the smell of sex. I have a sensitive nose, I’m told. I can sometimes tell you what kind of whiskey you’ve just been drinking from your breath. I love the smell of people’s sexual parts. I learned that from a guy I once dated. Very early in our relationship he caught me in the bathroom after a shower. I was using some fragrance on my pussy. I don’t even remember what it was. I’d always put a little perfume on me, even before I started shaving.

The guy got really upset. We were just about to go to bed, but he hauled me into the tub and ran water over me. He scrubbed my crotch with soap and water, all the while muttering that he didn’t ever want to smell some manufactured odor when he ate me, he wanted to smell me, the sexual part of me. Even if I hadn’t washed all day, or if I was sweaty in the summer. When he ate me out he wanted me in his nose, not eau d’ whatever.

Well, how could I object? Besides, by that time he had a raging boner and I was almost over the top. We screwed each other right there in the tub. It was great. My name is Alice and I don’t use perfumes. Anyway, back to this conversation with Harry. He allowed as how that if I was willing, we’d explore some of the things he’d read about and learned by watching porn films and videos. But only, he said, if I was not only willing but interested. He escort aksaray got real serious then and made sure I understood that this was going to be a joint journey. If I copped his joint in some public place, for example, not that he was suggesting it. (yeah, right) But if I was to do that, it had to be a cooperative venture.

“Harry, my boy,” I smirked. “There will be no half-way measures in this relationship. Whatever we do, we do together.”

“Shall I make a list?” he asked.

Now, I’m sure some of you reading this memoir are starting to drool over the possibility of a list which would inevitably lead to succeeding adventures, right? Where’s the fun in that? You’ll just have to do what Harry and I did. Make up a list as we all go along. Let’s see what kind of fun consenting adults can dream up! Some limits. No deliberate pain. Yes, I know some people who are very much into BDSM. That’s okay for them. I’m not gonna judge people who willingly do certain things. But I don’t have to do it ifen I doan wanna.

So anyway, after Harry and I agreed to some basic ground rules, he said, “I have these friends. Well, acquaintances, really. George and Carole Anderson. They’re both on the college faculty and that’s the main reason we have to be discreet.”

“Uh huh. Discreet is my middle name.” Harry was lightly pinching my nipples now so I returned the favor, only I was playing with his balls.

“They’ve invited us to a party tomorrow night at their place.” His lips and tongue traced circles on my chest, just below my boobs.

I slid a finger down below his nut sack and reached the puckered opening to his anus. He grunted when I pushed on it. Ass play wasn’t in his bag of tricks, yet, remember?. “So is this a sex orgy, or what?”

He grunted again and his butt cheeks flexed. I realized he was closer to coming than I’d thought. “Up!” I commanded and pushed up on one hip. He sort of rolled away from me which gave me access to his woody. I leaned over and just as I opened my mouth to descend on the tip of his prick, he came with a jerk of his hips. He shot his semen into my mouth and I clamped down, wrapping fingers on his penis and grabbing a butt cheek with the other hand. He groaned and gave me another smaller blast, and began to subside. I inhaled the sweet smell of his sex. Grand!

“Sorry, sweetie,” he said. “I usually last longer than that.”

“Harry, look at me,” I said. “Do you see a frown? Am I pouting?. Believe me, this look is happiness, bliss.”

“Damn, woman,” he whispered. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” We kissed, open-mouthed, tongues playing, breath intermingling, murmuring passionately to each other. Then we fell asleep.

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Belinda was feeling concerned. Her close friend, Jean, had told her over a drink in the bar following their committee meeting that evening – in confidence of course – that their popular director, Johnnie claimed to have made love to all the ladies in the society who were worth having.

This puzzled her. He hadn’t had her, for one. Nor had he had her other close friend, Lois, because she would have told her – and Lois would have welcomed the attentions of Johnnie. She was besotted by him and often confided in Belinda that she would open her legs as wide as she could for Johnnie. In addition to all that, Lois was by general consent the most beautiful – most gorgeous member of the group – and not yet thirty! And Belinda herself was very well proportioned and good-looking, if not quite stunningly so. So there was some mistake somewhere.

Jean admitted to her that Johnnie had told her this in response to her question to him, after they had made love in the back of his car. That did not surprise Belinda, since Jean enjoyed a variety of lovers behind her husband’s back. And he did the same, so Jean explained. So it was by mutual consent.

(‘Tell me, Johnnie,’ Jean had asked quietly, whilst relaxing after the event, ‘ how many of the women in the society have you had?’

‘What? Oh, all the ones worth having,’ was his smiling retort. ‘But you’re the best,’ he had added gallantly.)

So as Belinda stepped out of her clothes getting ready for bed, she examined her figure in the mirror of her dressing room, turning one way, then the other. A few ripples of fat here and there, with a thickening waist perhaps, but smooth skin, nice full breasts with well-defined areola and nipples. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and the inner labia just visible in the gash of her plump vulva.

The thought that Johnnie wasn’t attracted to her – for that was the implication of his remark to Jean – upset her somewhat. Not that she was particularly attracted to him, but he was now becoming a challenge to her ego. Perhaps it would be interesting to make love with him just to assure herself that she did appeal to him. The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea – and the more attractive Johnnie became.

As she climbed between the silk sheets of her bed, her husband John appeared naked from the bathroom. He was two years older, but he had one problem that had affected their love life. He had an oversized cock. Many women, of course, drool over large cocks, probably the ones who haven’t had one inside them. But John’s was a full ten inches and very thick. Belinda would be the envy of her friends if they knew, but the truth was that it hurt her when they fucked.

On one overzealous attempt at intercourse, the skin across the base of Belinda’s vulva – her fourchette – had actually torn. It was very painful and took ages to heal over. There was no pleasure for her in making love with such a massive penis. They resorted to manual and oral sex, but his cock was too big to be fully drawn into her mouth. And she was never very good at masturbating his massive cock. Just as a woman knows best how to bring herself to orgasm, so a man knows best his most sensitive areas to achieve ejaculation. So John and Belinda always finished themselves off.

Some mornings, Belinda would half open her eyes to see John sitting up in his bed, gazing down on his hard erection reaching up his chest. His hand was wrapped round the upper end of the shaft pumping it. By bending his head low, he was able to take the head of his cock into his mouth, which is what he was often did. His loins would writhe and jerk until, with a sudden jolt, his buttocks bouncing, head thrown back, his cock would explode over his neck and shoulders.

After a few moments of calm, John would slide out of bed and into the bathroom whilst Belinda quietly played with herself. Watching her husband masturbate his magnificent cock usually turned her on. As he showered, she would rub her clitoris to a mild, but satisfying orgasm.

So, she had not objected when he sought to stay his sexual appetite elsewhere. But she herself had never seriously thought of straying. The deceit and excuses would all too much trouble to keep up and she enjoyed her life of luxury too much to jeopardize it.

She watched casually as John climbed into his pyjamas, the large cock sprouting from the forest of thick hair, dangling and swaying between his hairy thighs. If only it was half the size, she thought, life would be very different. It wasn’t the only cock she had seen, of course. She had been brought up with dogs and horses, but it was when she was at college in Oxford that she had her first real sight of men’s cocks.

* * * * *

It happened when, with her friend, Pamela, she had accompanied four young students on a picnic outing one particularly hot Saturday afternoon. They had fooled about and romped around after the sandwiches and wine, rolling in the grass, running about and playing tag. Silly games. The exercise tired them, and as they flopped into the escort topkapı long grass, sweating, panting and laughing, Belinda’s skirt had ridden up to expose her brief diaphanous knickers, leaving little of her vulva to the imagination.

Her friend was also lying on her back panting for breath, knees bent, so that she too was showing her skimpy underwear. Unknown to her, though, tufts of her dark pubic hair were sprouting from the legs.

For four young lusty men fuelled by the wine, the sight of soft forbidden fruit inflamed their minds. Two of them, to reciprocate in a show of bravado, opened their shorts and under pants to expose their soft cocks to the two girls, waving them lewdly. Belinda and Pamela laughed loudly at the sight, pointing to the swaying cocks.

‘Good heavens,’ cried Pamela in mock surprise, ‘what are those supposed to be?’

‘Watch,’ one of the guys commanded, ‘and you’ll find out!’ And he stood facing them, legs apart, beginning to play with his cock, so that it stiffened and grew quickly to a handsome size. His friend followed suit whilst the other two men looked on with amusement. Although laughing, Belinda’s eyes were glued to the sight, watching in awe as the cocks filled and grew.

‘Have a feel!’ the young man suggested.

Belinda and her friend shook their heads in refusal, still unable to stop laughing at the sight of the two men, with stiff cocks swaying before them. But the sight of two hard cocks interested Belinda. She examined the weapons with absorbed interest. One had a sharp upward bend in the shaft, though both were about six inches in length she guessed. The colour of the skin differed – one pale and the other swarthy – as did their skin texture. The shorts had been dropped and kicked to one side, exposing the men from the waist down, so that Belinda had a clear view of the genitals.

The foreskin mesmerised Belinda. It slid down over the head to reveal the shining glans, before sliding back over it. And the testicles hanging low from the base of the shaft in their wrinkled bag held her attention. Her attention was entirely concentrated on her first sight of male genitals.

|The swarthy cock of the second guy was straight, but tapered from a thick base to a narrower tip, with smaller head. The veins showed through the skin like knotted whipcord, giving it a rugged look. His testicles were bunched up to the base of the shaft. She was very tempted to reach out and play with these handsome cocks.

Then, without any warning, the guys threw themselves on top of the women, falling between their thighs, pinning their shoulders to the ground. Flimsy pants were dragged roughly aside, whilst both giggling women struggled, but the weight of the men on top of them prevented any serious opposition. It was still a game – or so Belinda thought.

Not expecting any serious assault on their bodies, the women were completely taken by surprise, unable to avoid the stiff cocks invading their hairy vulvas. They started to object and struggle. Belinda felt the hard swarthy shaft prodding against her groin, searching for the virgin opening hidden between her lips. It was scary!

The other two men were laughing, removing their own shorts and underwear to join in the game, helping to drag the pants down the legs of the women, who were now crying out for them to stop. But to no avail. Struggle as they would, each of the women was held down, legs held apart, with the stiffened cocks having found the labia lips, nudging between them, trying to force penetration.

Belinda’s friend was the first to cry out in pain as her defences were breeched. She felt her own tight vagina, though always damp by nature, being ravished by the stiff cock pushing hard against it, gradually gaining entrance to that secret treasure. The situation had turned from laughter to a serious attempt at rape. The cock managed to gain access, in and out of the mouth of her vagina, seeking full penetration, and to her revulsion, Belinda felt herself begin to lubricate. She wept with frustration at the absurdity of it.

Here she was, trying to defend herself against unwelcome invasion, and all the time her vagina was giving the intruder an easy passage. It was like a nightmare. She couldn’t believe it was happening. Belinda felt the cock filling her, finally managing to push its way deep inside. But she felt completely numb. No sooner had it found its length, than it quickly withdrew to sprinkle starchy sperm in several jerks over her golden curls. She looked down to watch the erupting cock. Belinda had never seen an ejaculation before, watching it until the last drop. Though captivated by the sight, she fell back onto the grass, relieved that it was over.

But she was mistaken. The other man now dropped between her thighs and promptly skewered her with his cock. It slid straight into the wet gash to its fullest depth. His thighs bounced up and down on her, his cock thrusting in and out in rapid strokes. Belinda was exhausted escort by the struggle, realising that to continue was a waste of effort with the first guy kneeling on her shoulders, holding her down. With his bare groin over her face, Belinda had a close look at the testicles and the softening cock, stained with her juices. She could have bitten them hard, but feared for her safety. The cock drove hard in and out of her vagina.

The young man’s breathing came hard and erratic, until after what seemed forever – but was only a minute or so – he too withdrew with a loud grunt. Belinda looked down again, as if in a dream, to watch sperm gushing over her.

The other two men had likewise violated Pamela. After the assault, the women lay still in the trampled grass. Belinda’s friend was sobbing, her shoulders heaving, her pants torn. The men were some way off, pulling on their underwear and shorts, before slinking away, laughing and joking together, comparing their experiences. Belinda sat up to comfort her friend, though she herself felt in need of some sympathy. She felt at her vulva gingerly, wet with sperm. It was swollen and tender to the touch. The sperm had tricked over the lips. She examined Pamela’s vulva as well, with its surrounding of sperm-sodden hair. The lips were red and pouting.

As they cleaned up, they agreed that it would be of no use to complain to the authorities. They just would not be believed. It would be said that they had encouraged the men, taunting them – egging them on. But they made sure that the men’s reputations were ruined in their college, with two of their lecturer friends publicly condemning the four rapists.

* * * * *

As Belinda recalled that first sight of men’s genitals, her mind speculated on Johnnie’s equipment, wondering if, and how she might become one of his conquests. Her hand strayed between her thighs to cup and squeeze her vulva, which had dampened with her thoughts of sex, whilst drifting off to sleep with the vision of a stiff penis on her mind.

The following Saturday was the last night of the current production at the theatre, and it was usual to have an after-show party for the company. As the Secretary of the society she occasionally went to them, though they were mainly intended for the cast and crew to let their hair down and have a final analysis of the past week’s events. Some parties were known to develop into an orgy of drinking and snogging, with dancing and party pieces. But she knew Johnnie would be there, so decided to go along. She had a ticket for the final performance, though her husband preferred to watch football on the television. A small number of the committee always sat together to watch the final performance.

She took particular care in getting herself ready for the evening, selecting a smart, light two-piece, and loose fitting silk underwear. Earlier in the day, her hairdresser had replenished the golden sheen of her hair – a mousy colour by nature – and softened her usual swept-back style to a rather less formal cut. She looked superb!

After the show, during which Belinda had fantasized at length about the forthcoming event, she excused herself from the other members, sauntered into the lounge where she was greeted on all sides by various members, and immediately bumped into Johnnie who was on his way to the bar.

‘Hello, Bel! You’re looking very attractive this evening! Can I get you a drink? G&T is it?’

‘That’s most kind of you darling. Yes, that would be lovely. Where are you sitting? Oh, I see your wife over there. I’ll join them if you don’t mind.’ And she did.

Johnnie’s wife, Charity, was already in good spirits and the group laughed a lot. Belinda surprised herself by calmly looking at Charity, thinking ‘I’m going to seduce your husband tonight, all being well.’ She had no guilty conscience about it, since Charity was well known for her own affairs. When the time came to leave for the after-show party, Johnnie was delighted to hear that Belinda was going along as well.

Belinda had brought the Mercedes this evening, rather than her small sports car. She parked a little way from the house, under a street lamp, locked the Mercedes and strolled up to the large house. It was a large, very comfortable place in large grounds, belonging to a member of the cast who was a successful solicitor.

After hanging her coat, Belinda was handed a drink by the genial host, and edged into the lounge. The room was already full of noisy people drinking and chatting. It was warm in the room and lit only by a couple of table lamps. Belinda caught sight of Johnnie straight away, latched onto him and managed to engineer herself to perch on his knee, in an armchair in the corner of the room. She was slightly tipsy and feeling good. Johnnie was likewise relaxed and chatty. Belinda was known for her down-to-earth, businesslike approach, so decided to use direct tactics.

‘Well, this is cosy, Johnnie. I don’t think I have sat on your knee before, have I darling? Anyway, there’s a small escort fatih matter I want to talk to you about. Entre nous, of course. I am told by a good friend of mine, who shall be nameless of course, that you have made love to all the suitable women in the society.’ He smiled up at her with look of amused surprise. ‘Now, that can’t be true, because you haven’t made love to me – nor to my dear friend Lois, who would be very willing to make it with you.’

Johnnie looked even more surprised.

‘Would she? Well … There’s a thing! I never thought of Lois as wanting a little on the side. I mean … one so beautiful and elegant. So remote even. And as far as you go, Bel … well, a titled lady – and a very attractive one at that – doesn’t want to become involved in casual affairs, does she? After all, she has her position to keep up – her reputation to protect.’

‘Oh! Really? Why not? Look, Johnnie darling, I may be Lady Belinda, with a titled husband, mansion and dogs, and all the trappings, but I’m still a woman. People may believe butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth, but I do have a normal appetite and a normal interest in men. And you interest me, darling. More so since I was told that you were … well … available. Well, so an I.’

‘Jean is a chatterbox. It was her who told you that, of course! I merely said what I did because she has fooled around with several men – and I was merely insinuating that she wasn’t the only fish in the sea, trying to make her a teeny bit jealous.’

‘Well, you didn’t. Only me!’

Her hand had casually found its way onto his lap, fingers quietly touching and gently searching for the bulge, squeezing the contents. In fact, she was deliberately teasing his cock, which was beginning to stir with the attention it was getting. Johnnie was taken aback by her audacious behaviour.

‘I am surprised. Are you suggesting …?’

‘No, I’m propositioning you. Why don’t we go sit in my car for a while, darling? There’s a new tape I bought I’d like you to hear. And we can have a frank exchange of our thoughts. We need a serious talk.’

Not waiting for a reply, she stood up, pulled him to his feet and led him into the hall. No one took any notice of them. Johnnie’s wife was in deep conversation with the local drama critic. Belinda and Johnnie put their glasses on the hall table and slipped out into the dark drive. Walking hurriedly to the car, she unlocked the doors and quickly slid into the back seat, Johnnie moving in after her. He door clicked shut.

The windows were of tinted glass, though light from the street lamp gave a low glow inside. Johnnie was given no time to admire the luxurious upholstery. No sooner had he sat in the seat, than Belinda rapidly unfastened the buttons of her top shrugging it from her shoulders with impatience, letting it fall to the carpet. She leaned over him, put one arm round his neck and immediately kissed him passionately on the lips.

During the prolonged kiss, she rubbed the palm of her hand all over the front of Johnnie’s trousers, desperately seeking the idol of her dream. Needing no further encouragement, Johnnie thrust his hand up Belinda’s skirt, caressing her warm thighs whilst seeking the hairy gash between them. The lips were swollen, wet and sticky with love juice. He found the vagina to be set rather higher in the vulva than was usual, and the clitoris was, like a tiny penis, fully exposed to his searching fingers.

Belinda gave a gasp, squirming with excitement. She’d forgotten the thrill the stolen encounter – tasting the forbidden fruit.

Johnnie couldn’t believe his good fortune. Getting his hands in Lady Belinda’s panties to explore her warm hairy vulva was a dream come true. She had always seemed remote from mere mortals. Unattainable. And yet, here he was, toying with her pubic curls – fingering her delicious labia. And he was about to fuck it! Thanks to Jean for passing on his comment. He had no idea Belinda was attracted by him – or any other man for that matter.

His only disappointment was that he was unable to study her genitals in detail. He was obsessed with female vulvas. They held an infinite fascinating to him. Every one was different from another and Belinda’s felt fabulous – plump, warm, cosy and inviting.

Suddenly, Belinda backed away and purposefully unbuckled his waistband, unzipping the fly, before dragging his trousers and underwear over his hips and thighs. He raised his buttocks to make it easier for her. She tugged them over his ankles to allow his legs to spread open.

Her attention turned immediately to the stiff cock that had sprung up from the patch of light brown curls. With a dry mouth, Belinda took hold of the cock she had longed to see, admiring the hard smooth surface in the dim glow of light. It was beautiful – and regulation size! Straight and rock-hard. Easing the foreskin down, she examined the purple head, now covered with love’s dew.

Her mind was in a whirl. She had never behaved in this way ever before. But Johnnie’s cock fascinated her. What must he believe of her? She felt like a common tart, not thinking straight, but right now, her only thought was of getting that cock deep inside her vagina. She was torn between the need to explore it by touch and sight, and the need to sink it into her impatient gash. The impatient vulva won.

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“Megan, you look mighty fine in that outfit.” I tell my sexily dressed girlfriend.

“I would hope so, you got this for me.” she says

This outfit isn’t really an outfit at all, more like ‘come fuck me’ wear. It’s a black and red corset with matching thong. I’m drooling as I’m looking her up and down. My cock is painfully hard as I lay on the bed watching Megan prance around our bedroom.

I watch her as she walks over to our stereo, pushing play, and starts dancing. She gives a whole new meaning to “Porn Star Dancing” and I absolutely LOVE it! She rocks her hips, slowly turning around so her grade A ass is tormenting me even more, she bends over thrusting her ass out at me, she looks over her shoulder, and smiles at me.

“You enjoy tormenting me, don’t you?” I ask her as I watch enthralled

She giggles and continues to dance. Standing up straight, she turns around again, undoing her corset ever so slowly, after that’s undone she threw it across the room. I didn’t notice I was holding my breath until I realized I wasn’t getting any air. Dancing in just her thong, she moves closer to the bed, almost close enough for me touch her, but she won’t let me.

Giggling, she says, “Not yet.”

Whining, “Why? You’re tormenting me. The least you could do is let me touch you for a second.”

She comes close enough so I could reach my hand out and have my thumb brush her hardened nipple before moving away again.

That’s how it always starts ever since I bought her that corset and I’ll finish it. But, let me tell you about how we got here and about us first.

Megan- My lovely girlfriend of 3 years. A typical blonde hair, blue eye girl. Petite, but with curves in all the right places. C cup breasts, perky with long, fat nipples. A 21 year old college student she is addicted and I mean addicted to me and sex. Still unsure which she is more addicted to even til this date.

I’m Chris. I have short brown hair and hazel eyes, pretty athletic, and a nice size cock; no complaints yet. I’m 25 years old and I used to go to school at the college Megan goes to. I am madly in love with Megan.

We met at college; I was a senior and she was a freshman. We literally ran into each other in the hallway on our way to the office for something or another and I knew then that she was going to be my girl. I never believed in ‘love at first sight’ until her. We started out as friends, I introduced her to my peeps who in turn introduced her to some of her friends (now), then we decided to become a couple, and when we had sex for the first time it was indescribable, that was two years ago, and we can’t keep our hands off each other.

We celebrated our three year anniversary a month ago and for our anniversary I bought her the corset and matching thong. Ever since then, she’s danced, stripped, and all out tormented me. But, I’m not really complaining, she makes the torment worthwhile, she’s dynamite in bed. And, she’s at it again, as you can see.

Watching her dance, the way she moves her body to the music, is so erotic. She turns around again with her ass towards me, hooking her thumbs between the thin istanbul eskort elastic straps of her thong, she slowly pulls them down her hips, ass, thighs, knees, ankles, feet, and tossing them across the room before turning to face me once more. Breathing heavily, I start to get up but she shakes her head, so I stay put. Patience has never been my strong suit, but like I’ve mentioned before, she makes it worthwhile.

The song has passed, another one plays as she walks back over to the bed and starts crawling up it as seductive as she can get; which isn’t very hard for her at all. Straddling my legs, she leans down and starts moving her way up my body as she kisses, licks, sucks, nibbles along the way. She straddles me but instead of allowing me penetration, she decides to move my cock so it’s laying in between us and starts grinding against me. Making me want her even more, making her wetter than I know she is, and making us both even hornier, if that was even possible.

I take this opportunity to tease her nipples, making them even harder than they were before, with my thumb and forefingers. Her moans urge me on, I move away from her nipples to play with her breasts, kneading them, molding them with my hands. Making her moan, groan, and grind against me even harder. I stop playing with her breasts, moving my right hand down her stomach to her pussy, I shove my finger on her clit and start rubbing her with my finger as my cock rubs her there, too.

“You’re driving me insane, Chris!” she pants

“I am?! You started it.” I pant back

She lifts up so she can grab my cock, escort şirinevler moving so it’s directly at her entrance, she lowers herself completely onto my cock. With a moan from both of us, she starts bouncing up and down, up and down. Her hands on my stomach, she bounces even faster. Faster, faster, faster, faster until she stops and starts again, this time grinding hard before bouncing again.

Up and down. Hard and fast. Starting, stopping, and starting again. Both of us are moaning, groaning, and growling.

Grabbing and holding her hips as she fucks me, deciding to join in, I thrust up and down a few times before rolling her on her back. With her legs wrapped around my body, her ankles digging into my ass, I plow into her. She screams for more, so I give her more. Hard, fast, harder, faster, harder and faster still.

Leaning back on to my heels as she unwraps her legs, I grab her ankles, pushing them up, and starts pounding into her hard. Releasing her ankles, they drop onto the bed, I lean down to lick and suck on her nipples as I grind my hips against her. Rocking up and down so I’m rubbing against her clit. She screams…

“Don’t..stop…I’m going to cum!”

Rocking faster and harder, I continue grinding into her. I feel the contractions within her body and with her orgasm comes mine.

“I’M CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMING!” we scream together

Not stopping quite yet, I continue moving within her, as she rides her orgasm and until I go soft. What seems like hours later, I collapse on top of her, both of us trying to catch our breaths. Finally I get the strength to move off her and lay on the bed.

“I love it when you fuck me, Chris.” she says

“I say the same thing about you.” I say

“Well, we always have tomorrow.” she states

“Yes, always tomorrow. You and that corset are gonna be the death of me. Just wait and see…” I say

Until next time…

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bundan ıkı ay once aynı mahallede oturdugumuz komsumun kızı hamıyetle aynı okula gıdıyorduk yanı anlayacagınız cok samımıydık her aksam okul cıkısı beraber yuruyerek eve gelıyoduk.
Bir gün okuldan eve gelırken ben ondan cok hoslandıgımı soyledım ona cevap veremedı bana ve bızım evdekılerde o aksam koye gıtmıslerdı.
Ben

evde yanlız otururken bır de baktım kapı caldı.
bırde bakayım ne hamıyt escort mecidiyeköy kapıda hayırdır hamıyet dedım bana dedıkı matematik kitabını verebılırmısın evde calısacam bende tabıı dedım ve onu eve davet ettım.
evde kımse yokmu dedı ve bende hayır dedım o gıydıgı mını

etekle benı ıyıce tahrık etmıstı.
ve ben gel beraber calısalım bende matematik calısacam dedım oda basta hayır dedı ama nafıle onu ıkna ettım.
ve eve telefon istanbul escort bayan acacagını soyledı bende telefon calısmıyo dedım.
20 dakıka matemaik calıstık ve ben bugun ona soyledıgım konuyu actım ve cevabını beklıyodum oda ıste aynı mah ledeyız olmaz falan .

ben hemen dudaklarına kapıldım.
ve ne yapıyorsun dedı.
bende senden co hoslanıyorum

dedım.
oda hayır olmaz dedı ama onun uzerın e gıttıkce oda karsılık vermeye basladı hemen elımı escort taksim o mını etegının altına soktum bırakmadı dedıkı ben daha bakireyım bende hayır canım o ısı yapmıyacagız dıye kandırıyodum .
sadece yalayacagımı soyledım ona ve oda kabul .

ettı.
ama tır tır tıtrıyodu bende korkma sana bır sey yapmam sana dedım ve onu ıyıce gevsettıkten sonra o kılsız ammını yalamaya basladım.
O nunda hosuna gıtmeye basladı ve bana dedıkı benı arkadan ıncıtmeden yapa bılırmısın s-dedı ve ben de ewet

taıı dıyerek odadan kremımımı getırdım ve onu cırılcıplak etmıstım.
ve onu koltuga dombaltarak got delıgını kremledım sonra ıyıce yaragımıda kremledıkten sonra yavas yavas gotune gırmeye calıstım ama ılk denemede olmadı ama ıkıncı denemede kafasını onun ıcıne gırdı daha sonra ınlemelerı basladı bana hadı be yap artık dedı?

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