Yazar: admin

Birthday with Girlfriend

Nisan 12, 2024 admin No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

We had spent the night at her apartment after a great night of dinner and drinks. As I rolled over to look at her, she was still asleep. She had slept in nothing but her sexy white see through boy shorts. The sheet was draped over her chest, exposing her perfect breasts. As I was staring at her, my cock began to get hard. I pulled a couple of tugs on my hard on before closing my eyes and trying to go back to sleep. Next thing I know, I’m awakening to a familiar soft wetness surrounding my penis. My eyes still closed, I quickly recognize the sensation as the texture of Julia’s wonderful lips. I opened my eyes and watched her beautiful blonde hair bob up and down on my cock. Waking me up with a blowjob had been something I’d often fantasized about, but had only once mentioned to her.

I felt her lips slide down and up my shaft, her hand grasp the base of my cock. I’m about 7 inches when fully erect, and Julia took all seven of them deep in her throat, teasing me with her tongue as she removed her mouth from it. Most of the women who had sucked my dick previously were the same. Bob up and down over and over until I came. Sometimes they would swallow and sometimes they would not. There was never a dull moment with her blowjobs, and no two were ever exactly the same. She knew I loved it when she kept me guessing. This morning, she went up and down the sides while she fondled my balls. Eventually she took her mouth off of my cock and licked my scrotum. Those of you who read the first story in this series know that I am neatly trimmed down there, but there is one spot on the underside of my sack that is hairless. She continued to tongue my balls while she stroked my cock, now slopping wet from her saliva. My breath became shorter and heavier, and she sensed that I was nearing orgasm. She slid her mouth back on it and continued sucking. Eventually, it became too much to bear and I erupted with 4 loads of cum. She has never had a problem swallowing my load, and today was no different. She cleaned everything up and came back up to my level on the bed as my hard on subsided.

“Good morning birthday boy. I love you,” she whispered into my ear, the first words we had spoken to each other all day.

“I love you too darlin… That was wonderful. Thank you.” I responded as we began to kiss.

“You think that was great? Just wait until you see what I have planned for the rest of the day…”

She refused to let on what this was, but I knew it was going to be great. We continued to lightly make out for a while, but before things got too heated again, she reminded me that we would have more fun later that night. In the meantime, I had to go to work. I finally climbed out of bed and went down to the gym. My morning work outs were something I did religiously. It sucked, but the sex is worth the results. After 40 minutes on the treadmill, I came back to the apartment, gulped down a cup of coffee, and got in the shower. Julia was still in bed but came waking into our bathroom about five minutes into my shower. Our shower has a glass door which does now conceal the body in it. I saw her walk in, still dressed only in the same pair of panties she slept in, and then had blown me in. She slipped out of her panties and stepped into the shower just long enough to give me a kiss and tell me she loved me and was proud that I had worked out even on my birthday. She pinched Gaziantep Cumhuriyet Escort my rock hard ass and then went back into the hallway, still naked and soaking wet.

I finished my shower, letting the hot water relieve some tension from the gym. I lathered my body with the soap, cleaning every square inch of skin. I stepped out into the bathroom, wrapped a towel around my waist, and stood at the sink. I did the usual grooming. Shaving, brushing my teeth, hair, etc. I went back into the bedroom, where Julia, still prancing around the apartment naked, was waiting for me. She loved watching me get dressed, and had picked laid out my favorite suit on the bed. I dropped the towel, reached into my dresser, and dug out a pair of boxers. She watched as I stepped into them and slid them up my legs and over my manhood. I finished getting dressed, including a new power tie. Before I walked out the door, Julia dropped to her knees, unzipped my slacks, reached into my fly and gave a couple sucks on my cock while pulling herself in as she grabbed my butt through the fabric of my pants. As soon as my cock was back to full erection, she let it slip of of her mouth, dried it off, put it back to my boxers and zipped the fly back up, having never even unbuckled my belt. “More later,” she told me as we hugged goodbye. With that little tease fresh in my mind, I had to leave for work with a massive bonet. She told me to be home, showered, and ready to go out at 7 that night. We exchanged I love yous, and I walked out the door. It was true- even aside from the amazing sex and stunning beauty, I was madly in love with her and would do anything for her- both in the bedroom and out.

My work day passed uneventfully. My coworkers sang to me and put a cake in the break room, but that was pretty much it. However, my wonderful lover sent me a text around noon that read, “I was just thinking about this morning and how beautiful your cock is. Feeling it slide between my lips, and then feeling your hot man juice spraying down my throat made me so hot. I’m laying on the bed, completely naked touching myself.” I immediately began to twitch, and I felt my erection pressing against my boxers, making a tent in my suit. I tried to get back to my work, but the texts continued. “I want you”, “I need you inside me”, “I’m super horny…”, and so on. I noticed she had checked in on Facebook to Victoria’s Secret with the caption “Someone’s been a good boy this year!” Finally, she went for the kill, sending me a picture of her naked body in what was obviously a department store dressing room. By now I was leaking pre-cum and my cock was painfully hard. I told her what effect she had on me, and she just said “Good :)”

Figuring it was nearly impossible for me to get any work done, I closed up my computer and packed my briefcase and went home. When I got back to the apartment, there was nobody home, and I assumed Julia was still out running errands. I changed out of my suit and figured I’d go back to the gym to burn off the pent up energy that had accumulated over the past few hours. Throwing my gym shorts and running shoes on, I decided to head out the door for a run. I decided to take advantage of the last few days of summer by running shirtless, thanking God for having the body with which to be able to do so comfortably. When I got back, my wonderful girlfriend was lying on the bed completely naked, apparently waking up from a nap. I noticed that she had fallen asleep with her vibrator in her hand. I teased her about it, and she just smiled and said “I told you that you left me horny.”

After my shower, I went back into the bedroom, where Julia was standing in nothing but a black thong. She reached into her dresser and pulled out the matching bra before putting on a sexy red dress. We went out for dinner and drinks, laughed, kissed, and had a generally great night. Finally, at the end of the night, when we were both tipsy, but while she was still sober enough to drive home, we got in the car and headed back to her apartment. When we got home, she led me down the hallway to her bedroom.

“I want to see your boxers,” she told me matter-of-factly, knowing I had worn her favorite pair of black boxer briefs. She came over to me and we made out in the middle of the bedroom as she undid my pants and let them fall the floor. She told me to step out of them and to wait on the bed and open the bottle of wine that was sitting on the nightstand. Sitting on the bedroom floor was the iconic pink bag from Victoria’s Secret, which she took with her into the bathroom. “I’m going to slip into something a little more comfortable,” she whispered. When she came out, she was wearing the sexiest lingerie set I had ever seen on her, a white camisole which perfectly supported her large breasts and a matching see-through mesh thong. She turned around to allow me to see her ass, and I almost lost it right then and there. The white waistband yielding to that perfectly symmetrical triangle right at the small of her back made such a great fit on her incredible body.

Julia climbed on top of me and rubbed her breasts across my body. She kissed me as she gently rubbed my throbbing erection through the cotton fabric of my underwear. “I have a show for you,” she told me as she pulled my boxers down to my ankles and off of my feet. Now laying fully nude in front of my amazing girlfriend, I was eager to find out what she had in mind. She cuddled up next to me and stroked my cock as she told me the plan, “You’re going to watch me masturbate. You are going to see me strip naked and stick my fingers in my vag. I am going to fuck myself with a vibrator like I do when I’m craving your thick, hard penis. You will be tempted to rub your cock, but if you refrain, you will get to feel my wet pussy sliding down your shaft until you shoot your cum inside me. My lips are going to rub up and down against your dick pulling every ounce of your juice into my body. If you have to jerk off, though, I won’t stop you. I’ll just keep pleasuring myself until you watch me get off. Either way, you win”

The logic was hard to argue with and after she turned on some music, I watched in awe as she slowly slid off her camisole. Though we have a very active sex life, and I have seen her naked more times than I could ever count, her body never fails to give me a raging boner. Sitting across the bed from me, she reached into the elastic waistband and pulled down her panties to expose her freshly shaven girl parts. Pre cum was now starting to leak from the tip of my cock, and I started to tend to myself, but I wanted to have sex so I stopped after only a couple of tugs. I continued to gaze as my lover rubbed her breasts together, pulling on her nipples. Her soft skin radiated beauty and she slowly slid her right hand down her stomach to her pubic region. She traced her pussy lips and let out a soft moan as she touched her clit. It was not a secret between us that we both masturbated frequently, but this was the first time she had let me watch, and this fulfilled fantasy was making me uncomfortably hard. Using her index and ring fingers, she pulled her lips apart and slid her middle finger into the opening that was typically occupied by my cock and/or tongue. As she fingered herself, she started to moan and breathe indicating that her pleasure was increasing.

By this point, my dick was stretched to levels it had never reached and was so hard that it was actually starting to hurt. My balls hung low and deep below the shaft and her eyes were focused on this like a laser. She had always told me that she got off from knowing what effect her body has on me, and she was proving it tonight. She walked around the bed and grabbed her vibrator out of her nightstand. As well behaved as I had been to this point, I lost my self-control when I watched my lover slide her toy into her pussy. As her moaning increased, so did my pleasure. She turned the vibrator up in intensity and she starting breathing heavily, rubbing her breasts and tweaking her nipples. Finally, her hips bucked as her orgasm shot through her body. I watched her slip the vibe out of herself and wipe the pussy juices off with my boxers. I have to say- although watching her masturbate was the most erotic experience of my life, I was glad it was over. I had followed her rules and was now about to have what I expected to be the best sex of our relationship.

After she regained her breath, Julia stood up and walked into the bathroom and got ready for bed. Knowing what was in store for me, I quickly followed her. When I got to the sink, I gently slapped her ass and told me how hot it was. She looked at my still throbbing hard cock, and we kissed. She told me to wait for her in bed. I eagerly followed her instructions, and awaited our inevitably very hot, but very quick, sex. Because of the way her bedroom is laid out, she was able to turn the lights off before climbing into bed, so when the lights went out, I heard shuffling into the bed. She planted her lips on mine, and my cock sprung right back to attention. We were both naked and I felt her skin against my body. Julia climbed on top of me and straddled my midsection. I smiled as I reached up to feel her soft tits.

“Are you ready for your birthday sex, baby” she asked me and before I could answer, she was lowering her pussy onto my cock. We have had sex literally hundreds of times in the year we’ve been dating, but the walls of her cunt had never felt so soft. I felt her wetness sliding down my shaft, immediately turning me on. She continued to ride my cock, changing her pace as she put her hands on my chest for weight support. Finally, the sex got to be too much for me. I had been on the brink of climax for a while now, so it only took a few minutes of feeling her vag massaging my cock until I erupted. I burst an entire day’s worth of pent up sexual energy into her pussy, splashing load after load after load of my hot cum. After I was done, she got off me and licked her juices off my cock, leaving it nice and clean. She lay next to me in bed, I put my arm around her, and after one last hot make out session which resulted in my fingering her pussy, we exchanged I love yous and fell asleep.

By far the best birthday I have ever had.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: approach katrina, driving blow job, mouth frankie, secret friend, warmth ran

Lisa and the Nude Model

Nisan 12, 2024 admin No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Babes

Thanks to all for the terrific feedback on my first two stories! This is another true story as told to me by a good friend of mine, Lisa. Lisa e-mailed me a few days ago after seeing my last story on-line, and she asked me if I would help her write a story about her “most incredible sexual experience”. I told her that I would write the story IF she swore that it was completely factual. As most of you know by now, erotic “fiction” doesn’t turn me on like the real thing. Lisa certified her story by mentioning another mutual friend whom she claimed would validate her facts. Our friend, Tonya, not only confirmed all of the story details, but she even added some information that Lisa had forgotten about. Without further delay, here is Lisa’s (and Tonya’s!) sexy story….

Lisa was minoring in art attending our local university. She had registered for a class called Figure Drawing 532. It was an advanced class for serious art students only, and there were about 10 people in the class – half women and half men. The syllabus noted that week 3 would have them sketching the human figure. The first model was to be female, and week 4 would introduce the male form. Lisa anxiously awaited week 4! Finally, week 4 came. The female model had been a wonderful experience – she was an attractive college student with large breasts and a classic figure. But, Lisa couldn’t wait to see Greg, the nude male model. She had heard whispers in week 1 that Greg was unbelievable – apparently he had worked as a model during the previous semester. Lisa was introduced to Greg as he walked in the classroom and took his place under the lights on the modelling platform. He WAS unbelievably good looking! He was about six-foot-two with blond hair, green eyes and an awesome body. He was wearing a short terry cloth robe, and his muscular legs were long and sexy. Lisa’s professor introduced Greg and gave the class some instruction concerning the lighting, his positioning, etc. Greg was to be featured standing upright while turned slightly to the left. His arms were slightly extended in front of him holding onto a column which ran through the modelling platform. While the professor was talking, Greg calmly took his place on the platform and loosened his robe belt. As soon as he opened the front of his robe, an audible gasp could be heard among the class. Greg was incredible! The first thing Lisa noticed was his all over tan. Then her eyes naturally moved south to gaze upon Greg’s magnificent physical endowment. Lisa was in awe. Greg was fantastically well-hung as well as totally gorgeous! Lisa slowly came to her senses as her professor’s voice began to cut through her consciousness with the last bit of his instructions. When she came back to reality she noticed that everyone around her had picked up their pencils and had begun to sketch. Lisa picked up her pencil, but she was too enraptured with Greg’s god-like looks to do much of anything. She looked up at the platform once again to see Greg standing perfectly still as his tanned muscles begged for the attention of Lisa’s pencil. Lisa did some quick figuring in her head and estimated Greg’s penis to be about seven or eight inches long completely flaccid. His penis was tan with thick veins ending in a plump over-sized head that looked too big for her hungry mouth. Lisa felt herself on fire, and she could sense that her face was flushed and her hands unsteady. She closed her eyes, took a couple of deep breaths and began to draw.

She did fine until she made her way to Greg’s sexy cock. She swore that it had grown a little during the past hour. The shaft looked a bit swollen and the head appeared to be even bigger than before. She started to draw hoping to keep her portrayal of Greg realistic and within proportion, but this proved to be quite a task! At then end of the two hour session, Lisa and her classmates began to gather up their supplies as Greg stretched himself lazily under the intense glow of the stage lights. Lisa cautiously spied Greg as he walked off the platform to gather his robe – his amazing penis bobbed heavily against his thighs as he moved out of her line of sight. Lisa walked to the ladies room in a daze – two hours of looking at Greg had left her light headed and sexually energized. As she opened the large door to the ladies room, she heard excited voices from within. As she turned the corner into the main part Gaziantep Üniversitesi Escort of the bathroom, she saw two girls from her class excitedly talking about “him”. Lisa went into a stall and swung the door shut as she eavesdropped on their conversation. She heard one of the girls exclaim, “Can you believe how huge it was?!” The other girl eagerly answered, “I have NEVER seen anything so large on ANY of my boyfriends!”
The girls left by time Lisa washed her hands. As she ran a comb through her long brown hair, she suddenly remembered that she was to meet her friend, Nicole, in the Student Activity Centre across campus. She and Nicole were going to work out for an hour before going home. She looked at her watch and hurried on her way.

Nicole was waiting for Lisa in the locker room of the Workout Room. Lisa gave her a detailed account of her incredible art class experience. Nicole was very interested but somewhat sceptical. Lisa swore her story was true. The girls worked out for an hour, the whole time Lisa was thinking of one thing – Greg in the nude. After their workout, Lisa and Nicole showered and decided to use the suana in the locker room. The room sauna was empty, so the girls stretched out on the soft wood benches. Lisa put a cup of water on the sauna rocks and enjoyed the intense steam. Nicole lasted only a couple of minutes. She told Lisa that she was sorry, but she was meeting her boyfriend at 10. The sauna clock read 9:25. Lisa was disappointed – the activity center closed at 9:45. Nicole left Lisa alone to enjoy the steam alone. Lisa closed her eyes with her back against the wall. She thought of Greg.

Lisa was startled as the door to the sauna swung open. A very attractive woman entered with a large white towel loosely draped over her tanned body. She had short dark brown hair and perfect teeth. She introduced herself as Amy, and sat down across from Lisa. Lisa said hello, and the two small talked for a few minutes. At 9:35 Lisa stood up to leave saying goodbye to Amy. Amy smiled and asked her if she was leaving because she wanted to or because the place was closing. Lisa told her that she only had ten minutes to shower again and dress. Amy told her to relax – her boyfriend ran the workout room and locker areas, and he and Amy often stayed late to enjoy the sauna together. Lisa was a bit surprised, but she sat back down remarking that she would enjoy staying a little while longer. Amy laughed and commented that she hoped Lisa didn’t mind sharing the sauna with her boyfriend and herself. Lisa sleepily answered that she was okay with Amy’s boyfriend as long as he was okay with her. Amy declared that there would not be a problem whatsoever.

At about 9:55 Lisa heard a quiet knock on the sauna door. Amy held her towel up and leaned over to push the door open. The door swung open and Amy’s boyfriend hopped up into the sauna in a cloud of steam. He hesitated when he saw Lisa. Lisa looked at him in utter amazement – Amy’s boyfriend was none other than Greg the nude model! Lisa sat upright and must have looked alarmed. Greg sat down and asked her if it was okay for him to share their sauna. Lisa stuttered that she was fine with it if he was. There was a moment of awkward silence before Amy asked Greg how class went. Greg rolled his eyes and said that it was a very long two hours, but he only had to do it twice a week, thank God. Lisa was staring at him and growing more and more uncomfortable. Amy intoduced Greg to Lisa after apologizing for not having done so earlier. Greg extended his hand, and Lisa shook it gingerly. She became aware of the glistening sweat on his hairless chest, and she noticed how loose his towel was sitting on his lap. Amy then informed Lisa that Greg was a nude model at the school, and wasn’t that funny. Lisa gulped and responded with a nod. She then got up her nerve and told Greg that she was a student in the class he was in earlier that evening. Greg looked amused, and Amy giggled. Amy then asked Lisa if Greg was a good model. Lisa relaxed a little and confessed that he was indeed a very good model. Amy then shocked Lisa by asking her if she thought Greg was “impressive” in the nude. Lisa wasn’t sure what to say, but she boldly stated that she was extremely impressed with Greg. Greg looked a little sheepish, but he didn’t say a word. Amy scooted next to Greg on the bench and loosened his towel a little more with her hand while loosening her own towel until it fell to expose her perky breasts. She told Lisa that they usually sat in the sauna nude, and she asked if Lisa would be offended if they did so now. Lisa was getting flushed again, but she instictively replied that she was fine with whatever they wanted to do. Amy smiled her brilliant smile, and casually threw her towel to the side. Lisa noticed her very fit body and well manicured bikini line. Amy playfully reached over and grabbed Greg’s towel ripping it off of his lap with a quick tug. Lisa was caught off guard seeing Greg naked again. This time, however, Greg’s penis was hanging over the edge of the wooden bench swinging softly between his well-toned thighs. Lisa was motionless as she watched Greg’s magnificent length proudly extend several inches past the bottom lip of the bench. It looked obscenely long and plump. Salty perspiration was dripping from the enlarged head, and Greg just sat there with eyes closed in all his glory. Amy was not happy with him just being naked – she laughingly told Lisa that he was really incredible “fluffed up a bit”. She sensuously took Greg’s penis in her small right hand and stroked his length a couple of times. Greg offered no resistance and remained motionless. As his penis grew, it got longer, fatter and redder. In a matter of seconds Greg’s erection pointed straight up at the ceiling as hard as iron. Amy could not get her tiny fist around the big shaft, but she wasn’t done yet. Lisa sat transfixed as Amy lowered her naked body to the lower bench and took a position between Greg’s parted legs. She began to nibble on Greg’s staggering flesh while tickling his low-hanging balls with the tips of her fingers. Lisa couldn’t stand it any longer. She breathlessly asked Amy if she wanted any help. Amy turned to her while tonguing Greg’s cock and gave her a wink. Lisa discarded her towel, and Greg opened his eyes in wonder. Lisa is extremely well-built – she has almost no body fat due to her workouts, and her breasts are naturally large and firm. Amy moved over to her left so Lisa could fit in to share Greg with her. Lisa first looked at Greg’s cock with some anxiety. She asked herself if she could handle someone his size. Her last boyfriend (who is now her husband!) was only about five skinny inches. She made up her mind at that point to try, so she opened her mouth and kissed the salty tip of Greg’s penis. The taste and texture sent her into orbit. Now she was ready!

While Amy sucked carefully on Greg’s clean shaven balls, Lisa decided to go for broke and took as much of Greg into her mouth as she could. She managed to squeeze about half of him in, and she told herself not to try to take too much. She closed her eyes and began to roll her tongue around the shaft while slightly bobbing her head up and down. Greg must have liked her technique – he ran his fingers through her hair which sent a shiver dwon her spine. Lisa continued her blowjob for several minutes. Amy eventually held Greg’s cock at the base and guided it slowly out from between Lisa’s red lips. Lisa reluctantly released the object of her desire. Amy now engulfed Greg taking in a little more than Lisa had. Lisa sat back and watched her greedily suck cock. Amy didn’t mess around – she noisily bathed Greg’s shaft with her saliva while running her fist up and down the enormous length in front of her. Amy gave head for only a short time, and then stood up and turned away towards Greg and Lisa. Lisa watched with fascination as Amy reached behind her and held Greg’s swaying erection still. She then began to squat down over his penis. Lisa watched as Amy’s dripping pussy glistened with her juices as the lips hung open slightly waiting for Greg. Lisa held her breath as Amy lowered her pussy onto the tip of Greg’s penis oh-so-slowly. The giant head spread Amy’s swollen lips apart and began to disappear inside. Amy’s eyes were closed, and her facial expressin was one of pure ecstacy. Lisa looked on as inch after inch of Greg’s manhood slid up and into Amy’s wetness. Soon Amy was practically sitting on Greg’s lap. Almost all of him was somehow inside this small women. Amy began a rhythmic up and down motion. Greg straightened his legs and held on to her hips. He looked like he was in heaven! This slow motion sex went on for several minutes with Amy whimpering the whole time. At one point she looked over her shoulder directly at Lisa and exclaimed that she was “so unbelievably filled up”. A minute later, Greg effortlessly lifted Amy off his lap. Amy’s pussy closed up as Greg came completely out of her. Amy turned back around and reached out for Lisa’s hand. Lisa took Amy’s hand, and stood up knowing what she was in for. Without a word, Amy spun Lisa around and gripped her shoulder blades between her moist fingers. Lisa looked back to see Greg’s monstrous erection sticking up at her ass. Lisa swallowed hard and gave in to the downward pressure of Amy’s grasp.

Lisa felt the huge head of Greg’s cock press on her almost hairless pussy lips. She then exprerienced a sensation she had never known – her pussy lips were being wedged open further and further by something warm and soft. Greg’s cock head was now nestled snuggly inside of her. Lisa pushed her butt down a little further and this incredible feeling of being filled up swept through her lower body. Greg was now sliding into her inch by inch. She could feel his rigid length going deeper and deeper, but she steadily continued to settle down onto Greg’s lap. Finally, Lisa could feel Greg’s penis putting pressure on something that didn’t feel right. She knew that she had almost taken all of him, but she would have to be careful not to let his largeness hurt her. She flexed her legs slightly lifting herself up and then down again savoring the feeling of Greg sliding in and out of her wet sex. Somehow Greg’s swelling cock was making contact with her clitoris, and Lisa found this intensely pleasurable. The friction of Greg’s cock on her clit was making Lisa light headed. She knew that shortly she would explode with her first orgasm in ages. As Greg continued to give her the greatest sex of her life, Lisa gave in totally. The next thing she knew she got a chill down her spine, her hair stood on end and she was coming. The sensation was the most intense feeling of pleasure she had ever known. It seemed as if a bolt of ligthning was sizzling through her body. She could feel her pussy expand and contract, and Greg could feel it, too. Just as her orgasm was in full swing, Lisa, Amy and Greg were startled as the door to the sauna flew open! Standing there was Lisa’s friend Tonya, who also worked at the university gym. Amy invited Tonya in, and Lisa quickly figured out that Tonya had been expected all along. Tonya discarded her towel, and sat down next to Amy. Greg took his time withdrawing from Lisa, and the absence of his cock made Lisa feel strangely empty.

Greg wasted no time in pleasing Tonya. He invited her to stand up, and she did with her hands resting on the wall in front of her. Greg repositioned himself directly behind her. Lisa noticed how perfect Tonya’s ass looked through the steam. It was round but firm, and her hairy pussy was wide open already and awaiting its inevitable fate. Greg took his sweet time. He began by teasing Tonya’s pussy with the engorged head rubbing the fat, sticky flesh all around those pink, moist lips. Tonya was very vocal – she was panting and moaning, and it was turning Lisa on. Greg ended his torture by pushing just the head of his cock into Tonya’s pussy. Tonya was stretched to the max already! He continued to feed her his hard flesh until he was about half way in. Tonya was now tossing her head from side to side and whimpering like a puppy. Greg began to move in and out of her driving her mad. Tonya must have felt really good, because suddenly Greg quickened his pace and began to breathe heavily. Amy and Lisa moved into position on either side of Tonya’s ass, their faces inches from Greg’s glistening shaft. Greg grunted and pulled out. Lisa was first to his cock. She wrapped her lips around the swollen head and sucked as Greg’s pulsing penis began to pump its salty spray into the back of her throat. Amy grabbed the spewing penis and placed it between her lips. She savored the last couple of waves of sperm. Lisa was overwhelmed by the salty, but sweet, taste of Greg’s come. Amy was used to it, and licked her lips with satisfaction. Tonya sat down to recover from the thorough fucking Greg had just given her. The four of them sat in the sauna a while longer enjoying the moment. Lisa was the first to leave. She asked if they could somehow do it all again. Amy said they would be there the following week, but they weren’t. Lisa never say Amy or Greg again. Tonya and her continue to enjoy their secret together to this day!

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: austalian, clark julie, hair tightly, relished feel, soft breasts

The Christmas Production

Nisan 12, 2024 admin No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Celebrity

Although I was heavily involved in the sports side of school life, I had never had much input in other areas other than academic, it was therefore with some trepidation, that I agreed to assist the Head of Drama with the forthcoming Christmas production of ‘Tommy, A Rock Opera’.

I had taken drama lessons as part of the national curriculum, because I had to, and only in the first year at this school, I was thirteen and couldn’t wait until the next year, when I could opt for other subjects, I did and they didn’t include drama! Now I am eighteen and have never regretted that decision.

I sauntered along one of the many and almost identical hallways to my next lesson, lost in my own thoughts and oblivious to the sound of running footsteps closing in on me at a rapid speed. A firm hand grabbed my upper arm and spun me around. “It’s true what they say about you, Claire. “You really are in a world of your own.”

It took a few seconds for my eyes to catch up to my head in order to identify the owner of the hand, which was still firmly attached to my upper arm. “My world is a much better place, there is no winter, where the wind-chill factor rules the decision making process and where sunshine and sea breezes are readily available to wrap you in contented happiness.” I replied, somewhat stunned when I realised that not only was I revealing a side of me that very few people knew but, I was revealing it to a teacher!

“I have been calling you for the last five minutes and ended up chasing after you along hallways.” Mr. Priestley said.

“No running in the hallways,” it was drilled into us, frequently, “it’s dangerous.” I added with a slightly sarcastic but joking tone.

“Claire, I need your help. I need someone organised and disciplined to oversee the costume department for the Christmas production.” Mr. Priestley said, still holding my arm.

“I can’t sew a button on, never mind make costumes. Why don’t you go to the needlework group?” At a loss as to why he would ask me.

“No sewing skills required, meet me in the theatre at the end of the day, all will be revealed. Got to go, twenty five third year hooligans will be causing havoc in my classroom,” he said with a smile and was gone.

I was standing outside the theatre doors at 4pm, no Mr. Priestley in sight.

“Thanks for coming.”

I nearly passed out on the spot, “where did you come from?”

“That’s twice today, you really ought to be more aware of your surroundings, it could save your life one day,” the twinkle in his eyes relayed messages that were in direct conflict with what I knew to be the correct etiquette for a teacher/pupil relationship.

At around 5’10, slim but definitely fit with jet black hair and the deepest green eyes you are ever likely to see, Mr. Priestley had many admirers. It helped of course that at 29 years, he was very young to be the head of a department. The subject of countless schoolgirl fantasies, he seemed to be oblivious or too cool to show that he knew what girls were thinking in his classes. I’m sure he had a few ‘unteacherly’ thoughts himself, the man would have to be blind not to see the way the girls would dress for school in the most provocative way they could and still be in school uniform!

We were in the theatre, both sitting in the ‘audience’ seating.

“So have you invented some magical dust?” I said teasingly.

“Huh, oh, yeah, the costumes. No, what I need you to do is more like project management.” He gave me a copy of a schedule of works.

“Keep everything running and on time, you’ll even have to make sure that the teachers who are assisting are on track. You don’t get to boss them around though, that’s my job!” His face was serious but a smirk was appearing.

“We will be working closely together as we don’t have a lot of time to play with. Rehearsals start this week, full costume rehearsal in 4 weeks, production on stage 1 week after that.” He paused, trying to read the look in my eyes. “Think you can handle that? Good, that’s settled.”

“Er, hang on a minute, when am I supposed to do all this?” I was annoyed that he had just assumed that I would want to do this. “I have gymnastics every evening from 5pm to 7pm and my mornings are taken up with keeping fit from 6am to 8am and then I come to school.”

He looked me straight in the eyes, “I have agreed with the Head that you can leave your last lesson every day to check on our progress, you will of course have to do some catch up learning at the weekend.”

I believe my response was “Go to hell,” and with that I stormed out of the theatre.

By the time I reached home, I was so angry that I was ready to explode. You could have floored me when my Aunt, with whom I had lived since my parents had died, told me how pleased she was that I was to be so involved with the production and what a nice man my teacher was!

His was the bright red car I had seen leaving the driveway, he’d beaten me home and got my Aunt and Uncle on side, before I could Gaziantep Kavaklık Escort tell them. Who did he think he was? Why was he so desperate to get me to do this? How the hell was I going to get out of it?

We were 3 weeks into the rehearsals and although things had been strained at first, we managed to work through it, for the good of the school, you understand. We had even progressed to my using his first name, Tony and to him taking me home every evening after gym practice. The problem was, however, I was beginning to look forward to my ride home. I couldn’t take my eyes off his legs and hips when he was driving, they were so lean and strong, not an ounce of fat on him, anywhere!

We had 2 weeks left and people were beginning to get stressed, I told him we needed to do a costume rehearsal now, next week would leave little time to make alterations in time.

“If that’s what you think,” he said. “I did get you on board to do exactly this.”

My request was borne out when we discovered that we had not made enough nurses outfits, we were four short. We had many arguments Tony and I during the build up to opening night. We were to put on four evening performances and one matinee on Saturday, by special arrangement with the local education authority.

I found myself getting to like Tony more and more, he was nothing like the person who taught drama in a big comprehensive school. He was like Jekyll and Hyde, only Mr. Hyde was not an evil madman, in Tony’s case, he was just impatient and assuming. These are not endearing qualities.

The Friday before the first performance, which was to be the following Tuesday night, Tony was driving me home, just as he had done every evening for the past four weeks.

He was unusually quiet and as the journey could take fifteen minutes under normal road conditions and these were not normal by any stretch of the imagination. The snow had been falling pretty much all day, driving required a lot of concentration and due to the weather, there were far more cars on the road, even at 7.30 at night.

As we approached the Dolphin Inn, Tony slowly turned the car into the car park, taking care to park as close to the doors as possible.

I looked at him, wondering what he had planned.

“We can’t go any further, the roads are almost impassable now, and we still have nearly three miles to go.”

He looked at me, then said “Get changed into your jeans, we can go in and have a drink, you’ll easily pass for twenty-one.”

“What!” I was stunned, and speechless, unusual for me!

“If you try to get in wearing your track suit, you won’t get passed the door. Hop in the back seat and get changed.”

“I’ll have to ring home; they will be worried, especially with the bad weather.” I tried to sound like normal, but my pulse was racing, not sure whether it was nerves or excitement. This was a very sudden and unexpected turn of events.

He opened his door, “I’ll go phone them whilst you get changed, then I’ll come back for you.” With that he was gone.

I watched him walk carefully across the car park and into the pub. Was this really happening? It would be like a date. I jumped into the back seat and retrieved my jeans and a warm t-shirt from my gym bag. My hands were shaking so much that I couldn’t get out of my track suit fast enough.

I was just fastening the button at the waistband of my jeans when I saw him coming back. My heart was pounding and there was a layer of sweat building on my hands.

He opened the rear passenger door and leaned in to help me out, “All sorted, your Aunt was pleased I had called and I promised to keep her updated regarding the weather and driving conditions.”

Taking my hand he helped me from the car and escorted me inside.

He was right; no one paid any attention to us, other than when we first entered the room.

He motioned for me to sit at a spare table, “What would you like to drink?”

“Coke, please” I replied.

“Have a proper drink, I’m buying,” he said with a wink.

“Barcardi and coke, then please.” This was too unreal, but I intended to enjoy it whilst it lasted.

My hands were still shaking and I thought to myself that I couldn’t risk picking up my glass until they had stopped. Hoping it was not obvious, but knowing that it was, I cursed myself and put both hands in my lap.

Tony leaned over and took both of my hands in his left hand and gave a little squeeze, “calm down, or you’ll blow it.”

He smiled and said, “have a drink, you’ll feel better.”

It took three drinks to bring me back to earth, I was worried that Tony was drinking and would be driving again soon.

“I’ll be sober by tomorrow morning,” he said with a glint in his eye, he was teasing again, I think.

“We need to make a move, or I’ll never get home.” I said, rising from my chair. He put his hand on my forearm.

“It’s too dangerous to try for home tonight.”

I just looked at him, with a blank look on my face, gradually it dawned on me, the Dolphin was an inn, and it has rooms.

“I can’t stay here overnight, my Aunt would never go for that,” I said meekly, almost in a whisper.

“She already has, I told her when I rang earlier that we would have to stay here as the roads were treacherous. She didn’t seem to have a problem with it. She obvious trusts me.” His voice was quieter than normal. “And, so can you.”

I looked around; no one seemed to hear us. “How many rooms did you book?” I was almost too scared to hear the answer; my fantasies hadn’t had nearly enough time to formulate in my head. Sleeping with him was just that, a fantasy,

“Time for one more drink I think. Sit down and don’t look so worried, you have nothing to fear, I won’t hurt you.” And with that he stood and went to the bar.

At this point, my brain started working over time. Had he really called my home, my Aunt would never have agreed to this, no way! I am going to have to call myself. How am I going to get out of this? I’m only eighteen, very mature and sensible but still only eighteen and bloody scared now. I really had to get out of here.

Tony was at the bar ordering drinks, his back to me. I made for the door, it swung out and I was immediately blasted by freezing cold air, I stepped out into the car park, everything was silent, I mean there was no sound at all.

I headed for the main road, it was only three miles home, I jogged more than that every morning, ok, there wasn’t usually a foot of snow on the ground, but, that would just slow me down.

There wasn’t a single car on the road and the road was completely snowbound. Hell, I couldn’t go back and it didn’t look like I could go forward.

I was suddenly aware of the icy wind whipping my face, I could only just open my eyes a little or the icy snow would blind me. I wrapped my arms around me, to protect myself from the cold. Not a very effective method.

“You’ll freeze before you get to the end of the road.” His voice broke into my thoughts, I turned around, he was leaning against the door frame, his hands in his front pockets and his feet crossed at the ankles. He looked very relaxed and too dam good looking.

He smiled at me and my heart leapt suddenly and my stomach turned over. I began to shiver and not just from the cold.

“I can’t stay here with you, it’s not right, you’re a teacher and I’m a student.” I tried to say, through chattering teeth.

He pushed himself away from the door frame and started to walk towards me. I backed away but stumbled on what was probably the curb, hidden under the snow. He was upon me in seconds, holding out his hand to help me up, taking his hand I looked up at him. His eyes were darker now, even though the reflection of the snow made his face clearer. His eyes displayed only anger and impatience.

“Take my hand, come on lets get back inside, you’re shaking with the cold and now your clothes are wet, if you don’t get out of them you’ll end up with the flu or something worse!” He bent down and took hold of my hands and pulled me to my feet, I slipped but he caught me with both arms, mind you I didn’t weigh that much, so it wouldn’t have been too difficult for him.

He put his arms around me and pulled my head to his chest, I could feel his heart, not exactly pounding but it seemed a little fast. “Come on; let’s go inside before we both freeze.” He said quietly into my hair, it was a surreal moment which would remain in my memory for a long time to come.

The last remnants of the customers were leaving now, ready to leave their vehicles and walk home. The bar was closed and the only activity was the staff clearing away.

Tony picked up our drinks, “the landlord says we can take our drinks upstairs, he’ll collect the glasses in the morning.”

I froze to the spot, suddenly I couldn’t breathe, my eyes were glued to his, oh, my god, what now? I could feel the sweat running down my spine. I could feel the colour draining from face. The room began to move around me, I gripped the chair back to steady myself.

Tony was standing in front of me, watching my reaction, then, I think I saw the realisation dawn on him. He put my glass containing my fourth drink into my hand and then used his free hand to produce a room key with a red tag on it, smiling he placed the key into my hand, “this is your room key, it’s on the first floor, top of the stairs,” he then produced another key, this time with a green tag, “and, this is my room key.” He said quietly.

I was so relieved but, oddly disappointed at the same time. I felt foolish, acting just like the inexperienced teenager that I was.

As we made our way to the stairs, Tony put his hand on the small of my back, guiding me. At the top of the stairs, he stopped me “make sure you put your wet clothes on the radiator to dry.”

“Yes sir! I won’t forget, sir.” I replied with a little more sarcasm than I intended. I saluted and turned to unlock my room, before I could get the key in the lock, I felt him behind me, very close.

I turned to face him; he leaned against me, pushing me up against the door. His hands supporting his weight on the door on both sides of my head, I could see his eyes had that dark appearance again, if the eyes truly were a window to the sole, then his sole was in big trouble. Looking down at me, his face serious and his eyes warning me to be careful, he smiled a little, bent his head and his lips brushed mine, very lightly at first, then more intensely. A fire burned within me, my head just didn’t know what to do, my senses were being assaulted and my brain simply couldn’t think. My body however, had no such reservations, my arms snaked up his chest and around his neck. A small groan escaped deep from him and he intensified the kiss. My head was swimming but the rest of me was flying. His tongue slipped along my lips and they seemed to automatically open, he gently probed the inside of my mouth, careful to avoid my tongue. I kissed him back, gingerly. He pulled me away from the door and his arms circled me, my body was reacting to this onslaught, every nerve seemed to come alive.

Suddenly, he broke away and stepped back, “I’m sorry, that wasn’t supposed to happen. Go into your room and lock the door!” Turning, he ascended a second flight of stairs and disappeared.

I couldn’t move, my legs were like jelly and my lips quivered where his had been just seconds ago, wow….! It was completely unexpected and worth waiting for.

Saturday evening…..

The production had been a resounding success, everybody, the cast, theatre crew, make-up and costume department had all headed over to the local nightclub, which had been hired at great expense, I might add, for an end of run party. Some of the cast were still in full costume and make-up. It was the week before Christmas, so the party served two purposes.

The disco was in full swing, there were bodies everywhere, the club was allowed six hundred patrons, but I’m sure there were nearer eight hundred. It was incredibly hot and very noisy.

I picked up my drink and headed for the back door to get some air and to cool down, if I used the front door, I might not get back in again. Although not a terrific disco dancer, when it came to ballroom or Latin American I could more than hold my own. As there were people of all ages and backgrounds, I had found myself being asked to dance a lot, this was something I was not accustomed too. My gymnastic abilities were a great asset when it came to Latin American dancing.

As I leaned against the wall outside I looked back over the past six weeks, everything had changed for me personally. My focus had changed from gymnastics to anything else but gymnastics, much to the consternation of the coach and other members of the team. I had not kept to all the training sessions and my interest was definitely shifting away from gymnastics, but, I didn’t know which direction to go. I had done this for so long, that I didn’t know what else to try, I never wanted to do gymnastics in the first place, it just turned out to be a talent and the schools made use of it. I definitely did not want to move into drama or anything associated with it, that hadn’t changed.

Earlier, there had been acknowledgments for everyone’s efforts with the production. Sarah, Miss Lewis received a massive bouquet of flowers for her astounding stage management skills. Tony had been awarded 12 months membership to a gym of his choosing, in recognition for all his hard work and sleepless nights. He’d said in a short speech that he was sure that the parents of his new born twin cousins probably got more sleep than he had. I was given tickets for a weekend break in London, with a choice of West End shows and a pass to tour the BBC Studios.

It was nice outside, unusually warm for a December night. Maybe it was just that I was too hot. It was a clear night and I could see the crescent moon and thousands of twinkling diamonds, there was no light except for the moonlight, so the stars were incredibly bright. I heard the door open and close, another poor soul trying for some relief.

“Thought I’d find you out here,” Tony was pouring Bacardi into my coke, I’m not old enough to drink but, as he says, he is.

“That’s four now,” I said with a smile. I had long given up trying to stop him. We had become firm friends since that night in the snow. He never kissed me again, but I lived in hope. I was attracted to him but not to the exclusion of all others, there was no future for us and we both knew it, so we didn’t pursue it. We became friends instead.

“Eight actually, they’re doubles.” His smile was warm and his eyes inviting, he looked younger than his 29 years and always looked fabulous in jeans and a t-shirt, there had been no dress code for tonight.

Lucky really as there were a lot still in costume.

“You will lose your job if anyone finds out that you are supplying alcohol to a minor,” it was an obvious observation, but a necessary one.

“Well, if I’m going to lose my job, then it’s going to be for something worthwhile.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: dominant older, financial femdom, girls fingering, mutual pleasures, oktoberfest

Lindsay Wants Boys And Girls

Nisan 12, 2024 admin No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

I’m going to admit it. I take full credit. I turned a friend of mine bisexual.

I don’t know how actually, I guess it was because I talked about it with her constantly, urged her to at least think about getting with girls as well as guys. I am of the opinion — and I’m sure there are several guys out there who agree with me — that every woman should try another woman.

My friend Lindsay was fairly apprehensive about the idea; to tell you the truth, at first I thought she was repulsed by the idea. But one day a few months ago, she flat out told me, “Sean, I think I like girls!” Cha-ching!!!! I immediately felt a little stirring in my boxers. She told me she had bedtime fantasies of girls and that she didn’t want to just try girls; she wanted a girlfriend as well as a boyfriend for full sexual pleasure.

Now let me describe Lindsay to you: she is 18 years old, about 5’6″ and about 130 lbs. She has short, shoulder length dark red hair and 38D tits. There have been nights where my own bedtime fantasies come in with me holding onto her tits for dear life while I fuck her from behind.

Lindsay goes to a catholic all-girls school outside of Providence — she so eloquently refers it as “lezzie school,” Gaziantep Üniversite Escort because all the girls seem to have a classmate who they are either fucking or want to fuck. She recently has told me about a girl called Christina whom she is interested in, and has said is interested in her, as well. Lindsay says Christina loves to grab her ass.

Even though I haven’t received a full description from Lindsay about Christina, I do know this: she has long blonde hair and rather nice sized tits. She shaves her pussy — she bluntly told Lindsay that fact, and Lindsay told me she had started shaving her own pussy after I suggested it. Go me.

She has even said Christina has shown her her bra and panties — white bra, black lace panties. Up until now, she has not seen what is in the bra, although she has commented, “I would rather like to see whats in the panties.” That’s my girl. The school uniform they wear at school is perfect for Lindsay to catch a glimpse of Christina’s panties — if Christina in on the next stair case up. The plaid skirt comes down a few inches below the girls’ asses. Navy knee highs and a white blouse compliment the outfit. Lindsay has said she has even checked out the panties of a few other girls at this school.

This would be Lindsay’s first girl to do anything other than make out — she told me she was hooked after making out with another girl. So, as you might expect, she is a little nervous about going through with all of it. Although she has been quite graphic in details as to what she wants to do with her if she ever had the chance to have sex with her.

“I really want to lick her. Eat her out so she has a powerful orgasm, an orgasm like she has never had before! Then I want her to eat me out. I’ve never been eaten out by a girl, so I want to know how that feels like. And she has the most perfect tits, and I just want to suck on them.”

The other night, Lindsay and I were talking in IMs and she even said she wants me to join them in a threesome. Her panties were on her bed and she was wearing a grey tank top with her nipples pointing out. Her pussy was wet and, as she so nicely put it, was “spazzing out.” She was rubbing her clit and fingering herself.

“We can tie your arms behind a chair, put a cushion under your bum, then we will take turns sucking on your cock for double the pleasure. Then we’ll untie you, lay you on the bed, and while I’m preparing myself for good fuck session, Christina can suck softly on your cock. I know she will like it.

“Then after she’s done, I will rub your cock along my drenched pussy, but we’re going to need some KY because you’re so big and I’m so tight. I’m verrrrrrrrrrrry tight. Then your hard cock will penetrate me, and I will ride your big cock. My tits will be bouncing in your face. Oh baby I hope you touch them and suck on my nipples. I like thinking about that, it gets me very horny. Then after we cum, I will suck on your cock and get it hard for Christina’s pussy, I know she will want you to fuck her good and hard. She’s going to be sucking and slurping on my pussy, feeding on all the cum you left inside of me, and her little ass and pussy will be wiggling in front of you. I’m going to look you right in the eyes and tell you to fuck her good, make her the little slut she is. Grab onto her hips and pull her body toward you. Make her moan, make her delirious as your cock saws into her little tight twat.”

She didn’t tell me immediately that she had cum, but the delayed response afterward told me that was recovering from her orgasm. Her typing was slightly ragged, but I was able to make out what she had said. She said she hopes to make her one-on-one with Christina a reality very soon, and quite possibly while still in their school uniforms.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: feel friend, jane amanda, smiled boys, sort thought, tall thin

The Barbarian and the Wench

Nisan 12, 2024 admin No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Anal

“Do you see something you like, M’Lord?” the perky blond asked, leaning over the display case and offering a stunning view of her full breasts, barely contained in a low-cut peasant blouse.

“Absolutely,” I replied, trying not to stare. Pointing at a silver pendant, I said, “‘Ow about that one?”

With a dazzling smile, she took it out and handed it to me. It was a bold sculpture of a dragon with spread wings, clutching an amethyst crystal. She talked about the design and the artist who made it but I was too busy stealing glances at her smooth, creamy flesh to pay much attention. I was nineteen then, and somewhat awkward around girls.

This time, I promised myself, would be different.

I was The Barbarian. Wearing little more than a fur loincloth, boots, and a four-foot broadsword, I swaggered and flirted my way through my first day at a Renaissance Faire.

I leaned a brawny arm on the display case, grinned, and said, “Maybe you should model it for me.”

She smiled and raised her arms to put on the necklace, which made her tits even more prominent. The dim circles of her nipples showed faintly through the fabric. I ogled her with a self-assurance I conjured from nowhere. Normally this would have been greeted with an icy stare or even a slap. But she just put her hands on her hips and twisted from side to side, allowing me to view the necklace and her enticing curves from all angles.

“Is it to your liking, M’Lord?”

Like everyone else, myself included, she spoke with what was supposed to be an English accent. A real Englishman would probably have a stroke hearing what we thought his countrymen sounded like, but it lent a wonderful air of playfulness to the place. My eyes roamed her young body, from her clingy, artfully ragged skirt, over her corset, and across her jutting tits. My cock, half-hard for most of the day, grew to full length.

“Your beauty makes it look like a pebble in comparison,” I said, not believing I could deliver such a line with a straight face. But she beamed at me and thrust her chest forward.

“You fancy another piece?” she asked.

“Actually, I was thinking of it for myself.”

“‘Tis a bit masculine for a lady,” she said, knowing I’d had no reason to ask her to wear it.

“I just needed to be sure,” I lied unconvincingly.

“Per’aps you should try it on,” she replied, unfastening it from her slender neck.

She held it out. I leaned forward, practically sticking my face into her cleavage. Her fingers brushed my shoulders as she reached under my hair and fastened the clasp. The view between those glorious orbs was breathtaking. My cock twitched and I felt pre-cum dribbling out. I really needed to re-position my dick but I didn’t dare. Straightening up with some reluctance, I looked into the mirror she held for me.

I hardly recognized myself: three-day scruff of beard, longish hair barely combed, broad shoulders tanned by the Texas sun, the strap of my broadsword scabbard cutting across my hairy chest. “I like it.”

“It becomes you,” she said, her sea-green eyes peering at me through dense lashes.

Sure, she was flirting with me to make a sale, but I also sensed genuine interest. I wondered if she was playing a role as much as I. She probably lived in her parent’s basement and worked some dead-end job in real life. But there was no mistaking the sexuality that radiated from her, like distortion waves on a desert highway.

Fingering the pendant, I asked, “What’s your name, lass?”

“Rochelle, M’Lord,” she replied, and curtsied.

I sure felt like a Lord. “I’ll take it,” I said.

I paid her but took my time doing it. We made googly eyes at each other and I left a hefty tip in a copper bowl next to the historically inaccurate cash register. I was reluctant to leave but I knew she had other customers.

“Anything else you like?” she asked.

I looked her up and down one last time and said, “There is, fair maiden, but I must come back for it later.”

She curtsied again, blinded me with her teeth, and turned away. I strolled off, trying to look casual as I tugged my cock into a more comfortable position.

The sun beat down, warm even in October. Scantily clad people in period clothing or outlandish fantasy attire wandered around or stood in front of shops hawking their wares. Minstrels playing Victorian instruments strolled among the crowd.

People treated a nearly naked barbarian far differently than they did the tongue-tied teenager I was on all other days. True, I was muscular and fit from years of cycling and rock climbing, with a wide chest and tree-trunk legs, but girls sensed my awkwardness and I didn’t score as much as some of my less attractive but more outgoing friends. So I’d come to the Renaissance Faire to try a new persona, one that showed off my attributes and allowed me to be someone else for a while.

I’d heard about the place for years but had never been here. Several hundred merchants worked from permanent structures of wood, brick, and stone that gave a reasonably convincing impression of a Medieval Gaziantep Anal Escort town. Stages offered musical acts, jugglers, and magicians, and there was full-contact jousting and a daily parade.

The place was packed with people looking to escape the real world.

I felt despondent about leaving Rochelle and found myself moping around, avoiding everyone who wanted to talk to me or take my picture. Snap out of it, I told myself. This isn’t how The Barbarian acts! I still have a shot at her. She had not discouraged me when I suggested I would return. I felt my spirits lift. The womanizing, devil-may-care persona flooded over me.

The air was thick with the smell of roasting meat so I bought a turkey leg and an overpriced ceramic stein filled with cold beer. Laughing, I gnawed the leg and gulped the beer like a true barbarian.

Women of all ages seemed drawn to me. Giggling schoolgirls pointed and whispered, while housewives and secretaries clustered around me as their friends took pictures. A couple of women gave my ass a squeeze and one even slipped her hand under my loincloth.

I’d never had this much attention in my life. I’d had a couple of girlfriends and hooked up with a few chicks at parties. But this was a surreal fantasy world where regular folks mingled with half-naked people from another time. Different rules of behavior seemed to apply. Several women, entranced by the magical atmosphere (and possibly a little drunk) made their willingness to venture off with me quite clear. A few wooded areas would be perfect for a quick tryst, or we could just walk out to one of our vehicles.

Normally I would have been happy to fuck any of them. But I was The Barbarian. I wanted Rochelle.

After a few hours the sun dropped below the trees and the crowds began to thin. Criers wandered about letting everyone know the faire closed at sunset. I made my way back toward Rochelle’s shop. Would she still be there? Was her interest just an act?

Rounding the corner of a leatherworker’s booth, I saw her across the street packing trays of jewelry into wooden boxes. Her hair spilled over her shoulders and I had a great view down her blouse as she bent over to pick up another tray. As my normal self I knew I’d never land a girl like her.

I told myself, “I am The Barbarian. I will have her.”

I puffed out my chest and marched up to the shop, one hand on the hilt of my broadsword, the other carrying my empty beer stein. Rochelle glanced up. She gave a delighted smile as she packed the last of the trays.

“You came back, M’Lord,” she said, brushing a few strands of honey-colored hair behind her ear.

“As I promised,” I replied, leaning again on the display case. “Care to join me for a mug of ale?”

She looked me up and down as brazenly as I’d looked at her earlier. Regarding me with those aquamarine eyes, she said, “Aye. That sounds nice.”

After conferring with an older couple, presumably the owners, she joined me in the street. I gave her a devilish grin as my gaze lingered on her cleavage. She didn’t seem to mind, since she slipped her arm through mine and looked up at me expectantly. I paused a moment to drink in her beauty before strolling off.

Neither of us spoke as we walked through the town. The sky was dark purple and the temperature had dropped into the high 70s. A few knights clumped by on horseback and the humid air smelled of wood, dirt, and leather. Though the show was now closed to “mundanes”, meaning those who didn’t work here, a few of the eateries and taverns remained open to serve the performers and merchants. I escorted Rochelle to the bar of an open-air pub.

“Ho, Barkeep,” I said. “A beer for me and whatever the lady is having.”

“Shiner Bock,” she said, naming a popular local beer. Then she held up two fingers. “Two.”

The huge, bearded bartender gave her a suspicious squint, then shrugged, filled my stein and handed two bottles to Rochelle. I paid and we strolled off again.

“‘Tis still quite warm,” she said, then smiled, drained one bottle with a series of lusty gulps and tossed it in a trash can.

“Aye,” I agreed, taking a few swigs myself.

We walked for several minutes in silence, enjoying the tingle of the alcohol and each others’ company. I wasn’t sure what to say. Talking in our ridiculous accents for any length of time would be quite cumbersome. Besides, were we really going ask each other personal questions? She didn’t want to know who I was in real life any more than I wanted to know about her. The delicious tension of the game was everything.

“Where are we going?” she asked after a while, her fingers brushing my shoulder and bicep.

“Let’s find a quiet place to sit, lass,” I replied.

With no street lamps and a half hour past sunset, it was getting dark. The glow from shop windows and the rising half moon gave enough light to navigate. Few people were about as we walked away from the shops, past a stage and toward the arena. The merchants slept in their shops while the performers had a huge campground on the other side of the faire. No one was in this area at all.

“‘Tis quite dark, M’Lord,” Rochelle said, now clutching my arm.

“It’s fine, my love,” I replied. “We’re nearly there.”

When I said ‘my love’ her grip tightened. Good. I looked at the stocks as we sauntered past. Set in the middle of a bare patch of ground, the wooden contraption had one large and two small holes to secure a prisoner’s head and hands, like something from old Salem. Rochelle looked at it too, then up at me.

“No, lass,” I said, sensing her concern. “Here.”

I guided her to a bench beneath a tree. With bushes on three sides, it had a view of a small lake and the rising moon. I’d spotted it earlier and knew it was the perfect spot to take my delectable wench. We put our beers down and sat next to each other on the narrow, wooden bench.

“Ooh, it’s lovely,” she said.

“So are you,” I replied, stroking a finger along her neck.

If possible, she was even more beautiful in the moonlight. Her hair seemed to glow and her full lips gave a hint of a smile. Her large, dark eyes bored into me, waiting for me to make the next move. My cock was hard as a sword hilt. I basked in the electric excitement of knowing she wanted the same thing I did.

“You’re too kind, sir,” she said after a moment.

I slid my hand behind her neck, gazed into her eyes, and said, “No I’m not.”

She gave no resistance as I pulled her toward me. Her lips met mine. Soft and warm, they parted instantly. Her tongue probed my lips, which opened as well. Our tongues met, tangled, withdrew, then met again, like sword fighters only much more fun.

Her arms went around my neck. I slipped my free hand around her waist, still kissing with gusto, as my other hand drifted from her neck, over her collarbone, inexorably downward.

Instead of pulling away, she arched her back to bring her breast into my hand more quickly. I thought I might spew right there. I’m The Barbarian, I told myself. I seduce beautiful women all the time! So I pulled her closer and caressed first one full globe, then the other. I felt her nipples harden beneath my palms and her breathing grew faster.

Suddenly I felt her fingers inching under my loincloth. I moaned into her mouth. Her hand stroked my throbbing dick through my skimpy underwear.

“Mmmmm,” she mumbled, clearly happy with what she’d found.

I spread my legs to give her better access. As she stroked me I tugged down the shoulders of her peasant blouse. She squeezed my cock harder as her magnificent breasts burst free. I pulled my lips away from hers and took one nipple in my mouth. She moaned as I sucked gently, first one and then the other. They jutted from her chest, flawless and firm. Large areola tipped by thimble-sized nipples stuck out proudly, dark against her moonlit skin.

She freed my cock from the underwear and vigorously pumped my shaft. I started to fear I would cum soon.

“Easy lass,” I said. “You’re getting me quite worked up.”

She relaxed her grip and slowed her strokes. Wiggling free of her grasp, I knelt on the ground between her legs. I pulled her forward, kissed her again, then turned my attention to her breasts. Caressing, licking, sucking, I worshiped those noble tits as they truly deserved. She moaned her appreciation.

I was overcome by lust. This stunning girl seemed just as excited as me. Throwing caution to the wind I stood up, lifted my loincloth, and brought my cock within inches of her face. Before I could even tell her what to do she engulfed it in her mouth.

She slurped the head of my seven-incher, tongue swirling around my cock-head, then licking the underside of my shaft. One hand pumped me while the other cupped my oversized balls.

“Aye, lass, that’s it…” I said as she worked me.

I grabbed her head and thrust in and out of her mouth. I felt the pressure start to build in my balls and I knew I’d cum soon if she kept going. I bit my tongue hard and thought of roadkill. She sucked and slurped enthusiastically. I bit harder.

“Ahh, wench…slow down…”

She looked up at me and shook her head.

I was determined not to cum yet. I would bring this girl to a climax first, leave her panting in the dirt. Taking two fistfuls of hair, I pulled her head away. My cock popped out of her mouth with a sucking sound.

“My Lord, am I not to your liking?” she asked, looking up at me with genuine concern.

“You’re wonderful, my love, but I want to see to your needs first.”

“But I only want to satisfy you.”

“You’ll satisfy me by doing as you’re told.”

Rochelle gave me a puppy dog look. “I’ll…I’ll do whatever you want.”

This ravishing girl was now at my command, at least for as long as I could stay in character. Then an idea hit me.

“Come with me,” I said, holding out my hand.

She started to pull up her blouse but I said, “Leave it.”

She obeyed, taking my hand and following me back the way we’d come, bare tits bouncing in the moonlight. I brought her to the stocks. She looked at them, then back to me, uneasiness plain on her lovely face.

“M’Lord I…”

Raising the bar, I said, “In, wench.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied with downcast eyes.

Bending over at the waist, Rochelle placed her wrists and neck onto the three half-circles cut into the lower stock. I brought the top piece down, trapping her. Of course, it wasn’t locked. She could just stand up and walk away at any time. We both knew it. That’s what made it so exciting.

She was giving herself to me totally. To a barbarian she’d met only hours earlier.

I raised my loincloth and again fed her my cock. She slurped away, but this time without the use of her hands. She gazed up at me with eyes that seemed even more luminous in the moonlight, half her face bright, half in shadow. Thrusting in and out of her mouth, I looked back at her with a confidence I’d never felt before. I watched my cock disappear past her lips and emerge again, glistening with her saliva. Holding her golden hair, I fucked her face for a minute or two, then slowly withdrew.

Bending down, I whispered in her ear, “You may climax as much as you like, my love, but be quiet about it.”

I moved around behind her. She gasped as I raised her skirt and bunched it around her narrow waist. I tugged her panties down and she kicked them away.

I knelt behind her. Her fair skin glowed a faint blue, highlighting the contours of her ass and legs. Narrow lips and engorged clitoris nestled between soft mounds. Her crotch and inner thighs shined with moisture. I inhaled the earthy scent of her. It intoxicated me, drew me in like the smell of food to a starving man.

I lapped the back of her thighs, moving upwards and planting kisses on her glorious ass. Moving my face lower, I licked the tender flesh of her labia, first one side then the other. Her pubic hair felt coarse against the smoothness of her skin. I heard her moan again.

“Yes…yes…” she whispered.

When I gently licked her clit her whole body twitched. Spreading her labia with my thumbs, I slithered my tongue up and down her slippery flesh. Her clitoris felt firm and hot and slick. I breathed in her musky scent. Through my lips and palms I felt her tremble as I continued slurping her.

“Oh, my Lord…”

I pressed my mouth over her mound and got a good seal. Lightly I sucked and licked her most sensitive spot. Her legs began to spasm and I heard gasping. My hands squeezed her ass while my thumbs kept her spread. I sucked a bit harder, lapping her clit with fast flicks of my tongue.

It was so deliciously erotic, kneeling behind this lovely girl and pleasuring her with my mouth. Her satisfaction dripped down my chin. Free from my underwear, my cock throbbed beneath my loincloth, dripping pre-cum onto the ground. I couldn’t tell who was more aroused.

“Mmmm,” she whispered. “Yes, yes…mmmmm…”

I kept up my efforts, giving her a good suction and licking madly. Her legs began to shake and her neck and wrists twitched in the stocks, making the wood rattle.

“Just like that! Just like that!” she whispered far too loudly.

I kept it up.

Rochelle shuddered again and let out a low animal groan. Her muscles seemed to lock tight. My mouth clamped on her pussy, I licked and slurped as the first waves of her orgasm crashed over her. Her body spasmed, first trembling and then going rigid.

“Ah! Ah!” she shouted in a whisper. “Oh my god…”

I held on to her wriggling ass with both hands, pulling my face into her, devouring her dripping pussy.

“…ahhh…ahhh…”

A rivulet of warm liquid trickled into my mouth. It tasted different than her other juice- a bit sweeter maybe, more tangy. She kept going and so did I.

“…mmmmmm…”

Her convulsions grew weaker and farther apart.

“…oooooooooh…”

She began to relax. I slowed my licks and let the suction fall away. At last her paroxysms stopped. She sighed…a long, low breath that told me everything I needed to know. After a few more gentle licks I stood, my hands sliding over her bunched-up skirt and clutching her waist.

I moved closer until my loincloth touched her ass. I slid my hips from side to side, brushing her skin with my fur.

“Oh yes, M’Lord,” she whispered. “Take me.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice.

I lifted my fur and stroked the tip of my throbbing cock up and down her dripping slit. She gasped. Positioning my dick at her opening, I slowly pushed inside her. Animal groans came from both of us. Her moist tunnel gripped me, hot and insistent. Holding her corseted waist, I pushed until every inch was buried inside her.

Pausing to get used to her, I focused on relaxing my balls. I could spew at any moment but I was determined to make this last, maybe bring her off a second time. With deliberate slowness I withdrew until only the tip remained inside her. Then I sunk into her again. Trying to ignore the delicious pleasure of her hole, I looked around. It seemed so surreal, fucking a girl in stocks, with moonlit buildings from another time nearby and a half moon rising over the mirror-still lake. For an instant I thought I was back in the Middle Ages.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: floor stairs, jared eyes, life guard, membranes, nancy told

Laura’s Strawberry Shortcake

Nisan 12, 2024 admin No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Animated

This submission is written for the enjoyment of the readers of this site. Any distribution through any other means including other web sites, electronic format or in ink print is prohibited without the consent of the author likely without cost. Readers should feel free to share this story with friends via of this web site and links provided by this web site.

***

This is a continuation from “Laura’s Cherry Pie” and if stories involving a woman’s menstrual cycle are offensive to you please don’t read any further.

* * * * *

Once Laura and I had worn each other out she let me use the applicator to insert a tampon into her pussy so that her juices would not be wasted on the bed. We fell asleep with my head on her thigh and her hand on my cock. As the sun poured in the window the next morning Laura’s alarm clock went off and I was treated to the vision of bloody flow seeping out from around her tampon; even the tampon’s string was damp.

“You’re leaking,” I told her as I licked my lips. Laura spread her legs wider and I buried my face between her heavenly lips. Licking and sucking all over her as I didn’t want to miss a single solitary drop. Once I had the lips and the top of her thigh cleaned up I took the string of her tampon between my teeth and slowly pulled it out.

Her tampon was absolutely soaked with her bloody run off. Getting it all of the way out I placed it on the other side of her and dove back into her vagina. My tongue probing as deep as it would go feasting on her monthly flow. She was squirming under my cuntal attack as she found my asshole with her fingers and had jabbed two of them all of the way up there up to her knuckles.

Soon Laura was bathing my face with her cum as I continued to lick and swallow all she had to give me. Satisfied Laura rubbed my head and told me, “That was fucking fantastic.”

Grabbing the tampon I swirled to face her beautiful face and placing one end of the material in my mouth I leaned toward her. Deftly Laura caught the other end and we began licking and sucking the deposits out of the tampon together. Unfortunately, this didn’t last too long as I let go of my end to tell her, “Shit, I really have to go piss.”

“Well then let’s go,” she responded enthusiastically. As we got to the bathroom Laura dumped the destroyed tampon in the garbage and sat on the toilet. Motioning for me to come over Laura gave me a sinister smile. Standing in front of her my prick was at her eye level. Leaning forward she took the head of my penis into her mouth and did nothing.

When I didn’t begin pissing she popped me in the ass with her hand signaling me to go ahead. Relaxing I was finally able to release the piss into her throat. I could hear her feverishly gulping as my urine kept filling her mouth. Evidently having drunk enough Laura removed my pecker from her mouth and aimed my piss all over her body especially her breasts and twat. It looked like a rain storm hitting her body.

Under the bathroom lights her wet breasts seemed to glisten and shine. Moaning she ran her hands all over her wet body giving me quite a show. Leaning down she licked the top side of one of her boobs clean of my urine. Then looking up at me with big puppy dog eyes asked, “Are you thirsty? Get into the bathtub and I’ll serve you your drink.

“Fuck yes,” I replied. In seconds I was in the tub with my mouth surrounding her pee hole and my hands on her sweet ass. She placed both of her hands on my head while bracing her feet against the sides of the tub.

“Fuck, you sexy bastard; drink up, drink my fucking piss from my nasty snatch,” she exhorted. Then her golden nectar began gushing into my mouth. I gulped and gulped for everything I was worth. Her salty warm fluid tasted heavenly to me but I couldn’t swallow it fast enough as it began leaking out the edges of my mouth.

Golden streams began flowing down my chin working their way to my chest Gaziantep Merveşehir Escort and points beyond. When her bladder was emptied in me and on me I stood up and we had a wonderfully passionate pissy kiss as our tongues danced merrily together. Then Laura spun around and ground her rear against my crotch hungrily.

Wasting no time I pulled back and aimed right for her nasty cunt. Laura held onto the wall as I pounded her cunt without mercy. Thrust after hard thrust my prick darted in and out of her sweetness. Just then the alarm clock went off for the second time. Fearing that she would call a halt to things in mid-fuck I started ramming her even harder.

However, she didn’t put a stop to things but only became more aggressive as she used the muscles of her twat to squeeze me even harder trying to milk out my cum. Meanwhile her hips were rising up to meet my thrusts. It didn’t take long for me to fill her honey pot with my own deposit as I felt her juices surround my pecker.

As my cock slid out of her pussy my menstruating lover turned on the water. We spent the next twelve minutes helping each other scrub all of the remnants of our kinky love making from our bodies. We played a little but when the alarm went off yet again Laura jumped out of the bathtub and reached for her towel and threw me one.

Neither of us could afford to be late for work so we hurriedly dressed and went to the kitchen. Once there she tossed me a couple of doughnuts and we each grabbed a can of soda and sucked them down. Walking up to me she purred, “If you come back tonight I’ll let you have more fun with my fucking bloody pussy; I’ll even give you some Strawberry shortcake you kinky bastard.”

OF course, I readily agreed to come back and we kissed gently once more before we each got in our own cars and headed to work. It was a long day. I was anxiously awaiting quitting time as I knew Laura’s delights were waiting for me. I lusted for her Cherry Pie but, what did she mean by offering me strawberry shortcake? My prick stayed hard all day just thinking about the night ahead and the wonders of her bloody cunt.

Just after lunch Laura called me and suggested that we each stop for fast food on the way over to her place so we would have more time to play around. It sounded like a great plan to me. Finally it was time to leave. I raced for the door and sped out of there right into the first drive through I came to. I didn’t even really taste the food but it was gone before I parked the car at her place. I ran to the door like a fool as she wasn’t even there.

Straightening my hair I looked down the street waiting for her. An eternity of a minute passed before Laura swung her car in and parked it. Meeting her I gave her a big bear hug and a soft kiss before letting her unlock the door, saying, “Hi there sexy lady.”

“Hi there yourself; you know what, my tits are swollen, and my pussy lips are puffy, I am gushing blood like a bitch in heat, and haven’t changed my tampon all fucking day. So, get your fucking ass inside and hug my cunt and see what you think now of hot bloody twats. Don’t give me any fucking small talk it is time to put up or shut up.”

Laura ran inside and took a position in front of the easy chair as I followed closely behind her slamming the door on my way. Greeted by the brilliant red of her panties I smashed my face into her crotch as she pulled her dress off over her head. The gyrating movement of her hips was driving me nuts and my nostrils were filled with the smells of her bloody pussy. I began to pull down her undies when she stopped me.

“Oh God, Laura, I want your hot bloody twat in my mouth right now. Your nasty hole smells fucking wonderful, Oh fuck let me lick up your mother fucking cunt; your stench is driving me nuts,” I begged just as I inhaled deeply. Whipping around she shoved her big ass in my face.

“You talk as if we are dogs. So, sniff my ass like the stud you are, sniff your bitch’s bloody hot cunt.” Sniffing for all I could I ran my hands all over her panties. As I did this she took off her bra and tossed it aside while still grinding my face.

“Laura, this is fucking nasty, but please come on let me rip these god damn panties off that sexy ass?” No man had ever sounded more desperate than I did at that moment. Feeling sympathy for me Laura fell down into my lap and put her arms around my neck. Snuggling up to me she gave me a sultry kiss before speaking again.

“Ok my sexy bastard I tell you what I came home for lunch and got a surprise ready for you. Stay here and take off EVERY shred of clothes and come straight back to my room. Now, don’t just throw your clothes off take them off just like you do when you don’t have my steamy HOT bloody cunt waiting for your hungry mouth.” Sliding off of my lap Laura went to the kitchen and buzzed back to her room carrying a bag.

Hurriedly I discarded my clothing thinking about the contents of the bag. Removing my briefs my cock bounced hitting me in the stomach. I was excited and thought I had gotten undressed too fast so I stood there for a minute or so just waiting. Deciding not to worry about the bag I sauntered, as casually as I could, to her room.

When I got there the towels were replaced by a sheet of plastic covered by a thin piece of cotton material. She was laying on the bed tweaking her nipples with the bag laying beside her. Excitedly I blurted out, “My God you look so fucking sexy, Laura.”

“Well, come here and take off my panties and drag out my tampon. Then, have a seat in the chair while I show you the surprise. Oh, you can suck the tampon if you wish.” As I put my knee on the bed the plastic crackled. Roughly I ripped down her panties as she lifted her hips for me. The moment the panties were off of her feet she spread her legs wide showing off her wonders. Wanting to get on with whatever she had in mind I quickly found the string of the tampon and gave a tug. It slid out smoothly and easily.

Walking over to the chair she had pointed to I had a seat and lifted her tampon to my nose and then took it into my mouth. After I started sucking her flow from her dirty feminine protection Laura pulled an empty tampon applicator from the bag. Then, she pulled out a baggie with a few pieces of pre-cut pound cake in it. Taking one of the smaller pieces she put it in the applicator.

Using the applicator as usual she stuck it into her vagina and pushed in the piece of pound cake. Next she took a long sliver of the heavy cake and laid it deep between her cunt lips so that it ran from just above her clit to her anal opening. This was followed by her pulling out a can of whipping cream and thoroughly covering her entire cunt with a layer of cream and topping it with three Strawberries.

My eyes must have been bulging out of their sockets as I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. If I ever were to cum without my prick being touched this would have been the time. I decided to wait to see if she were done decorating her cunt or if she was going to pull anything else out of her bag of tricks.

“Well, how do you like the Strawberry Shortcake I made especially for you?” She smiled broadly as she pushed the bag aside. Putting the wet tampon down I stood up and admired her work closely. All the while my cock was throbbing out of control at the vision before me.

“Oh shit, it is fucking unbelievable, Laura; you are one hot little bitch.”

“Well, then dig in; come on and eat your dessert. Be sure to lick the ‘plate’ clean,” Laura cooed very sensually. It was the best Strawberry Shortcake I have ever seen in my entire life. Climbing quickly between her long sensual legs I wrapped my arms around her meaty thighs. I couldn’t wait to eat through the entire treat she had prepared for me on the way to the natural strawberry juice her cunt was producing.

Flicking my tongue out I scooped up a mouthful of whipping cream. Working quickly I pulled each of the strawberries into my gluttonous mouth then proceeded to eat up all the cream from around her twat working my way to the cake. The closer I got more and more of her bloody juices were being intermingled with the cream. Laura was seductively rubbing her legs all over my body as I finally reached the first piece of pound cake.

As the layers of the dessert came away the sexy aroma of her vagina began once again filling my nostrils. Biting into the piece of cake, after dislodging it from between her pussy lips, I found that it had absorbed a lot of Laura’s bloody flow. I scarfed it right down and then instantly returned to her cunt to retrieve the last piece. Looking at Laura’s love tunnel I could see the end of the piece of cake she had shoved in and it was apparent that Laura had produced so many juices that the piece of cake had expanded slightly.

First I tried pulling it out with my teeth but ended up just biting off a small but wonderful piece of totally saturated menstrual cake. Then I surrounded her hole with my mouth I sucked as hard as I could and the sweet dessert came out maybe a half an inch which I quickly bit off. I repeated the sucking of biting of the dessert until I retrieved every crumb of the nasty blood filled cake.

Her cunt, now empty of the food, seemed to be juicier than ever with her bloody menstrual flow. I buried my head as deep as I could get into her twat licking eagerly. My lover’s moaning was getting louder as her hips began moving as a result of my attention. I sucked her clit hard into my mouth working it between my lips as I moved one hand to her asshole and jabbed a finger deep inside of her rectum.

Soon I was rewarded with a massive flow of Laura’s sweet cum flooding my face which I quickly licked up. Laura’s hands were fully entangled in my hair. She was Cumming so hard that I thought she might crush my head between her thighs. As my tongue flicked over her little nub Laura groaned in ecstasy, “Oh fucking shit, fantastic, Get up here and fuck me. I need your cock to fill me up, right now.”

Without hesitation my cock was sliding into her pussy; ramming into her with a fury previously unmatched. In the midst of ramming my member home Laura suddenly gave me a hard shove rolling me onto my back and quickly remounting my stiff cock. She rode my cock masterfully stroking up and down as she threw her head back in pure lust.

Reaching up I grabbed her bouncing boobs and almost viciously mauled and squeezed them as her fingertip diddled her clit. Harder and faster she moved up and down my flagpole grunting with every stroke. My balls were boiling as her muscles contracted around my cock. I just couldn’t help it any longer and shot a huge load of cum into her hot hole as she let out a small yelp.

To my utter surprise she wasn’t done yet as she kept riding my pecker wilder. Even more surprising was that I was staying rigid in her cunt. She came twice more before my cock shriveled up and slid out of her. Climbing off of me she came up and locked lips and whispered, “How was that for a different dessert?”

“Lady, that was one sweet and delicious dish you served me,” I whispered back. We snuggled arm in arm for awhile before starting back up again. We spent that second night in lust again doing everything we could think of. She is the only woman that I know of who is as horny as I am.

Laura has never shoved pound cake back up her pussy since that night deciding that crumbs or little hunks might get caught up there. But, that hasn’t stopped her from serving me more kinky dishes like wieners, bananas, or grapes. As of this writing it has been three months of great sex especially during her menstrual cycle. I still don’t know if we are otherwise compatible because we are having too much fun in the bedroom. Finally, I have found a girl who loves having her Red Hot Cherry Pie eaten and fucked as much as I like doing the eating and fucking!

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: anne lying, beautiful brunette, brad david, brown curly hair, jen suzie

Lulls

Nisan 12, 2024 admin No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

(Inspired by AA’s WYW.)

*

PROLOGUE

“Unh!”

With a final cry of carnal bliss, he came inside his newest conquest. A pretty blonde thing, with a face that was innocent and angelic. Definitely young-looking, maybe not even legal. But what the hell.

He plopped on top of the boy to recover. He was breathing pretty hard into the boy’s ear, but most of his partners said that was sexy anyway. When he’d regained enough strength, he pulled out unmercifully from the boy. There was blood, as he expected, since his conquest had been a virgin. Nice.

“You know where the door is, right?” he said rather callously, as he started walking toward the bathroom. “Just show yourself out.”

This was his routine. This was his method. And he did it unapologetically. Fuck the living daylights out of his conquests, then leave. Just like that. Never engage in affectionate acts like ‘cuddling’, lest they start to think that what transpired between them was more than just a one night stand, or worse, the beginning of a relationship. He shivered at the thought.

He heard a hurried shuffling and the muffled sounds of clothing against frenzied limbs as he emptied his bladder in the toilet. He stepped into the shower, and just as he turned the water on, he heard a distant click from his apartment door.

ONE | Creep and Consequence

Azrael closed the book he was reading with a sated sigh. God, that was a good chapter. He checked his watch. It was already one in the morning. He looked around for his best friend, Mat. He should have texted by now. Azrael guessed it meant his friend wasn’t getting lucky that night. He decided he’d give him a few more minutes before he calls it a night, whether Mat joins him or not.

“How about a dance, cutie?” a guy asked as he sidled up next to the bar stool where Azrael sat. His words were slurred and his eyes seemed hazy. Azrael wasn’t surprised, considering the amount of alcohol he reeked.

“Uh, no thanks,” Azrael said, smiling nervously.

“Whatsa matter, sweetcheeks, I’m not good enough for ya?” drunky drunk guy said, spittle raining from his foul-breathed mouth while a large hand slithered up his thigh.

Azrael held on to the guy’s wrist, preventing the rogue hand from snaking its way further up. He looked around frantically for someone, anyone he might know. God, where the hell was Mat!? He was beginning to get scared. This was exactly why he didn’t do the club scene! He started thinking of excuses to get away from this guy. But nothing came to him. He always had the best timing.

“Um, well, uh…”

God, Gaziantep Escortlar he’s stammering now. If only Joe, the bartender on duty whom he’s acquainted with, wasn’t so busy. Maybe he was one of those intuitive people who can sense danger in the air. He could look his way, and maybe Azrael could signal for some help with his eyes. Ugh, that was never gonna happen. This was real life, not some comic book hero movie. He shut his eyes tight, hoping Mat would come to his aid before something bad happens. He was his only chance now.

“Hey baby, sorry I’m late.”

As if in answer to his prayers, a pair of strong arms snaked around Azrael’s waist, and he felt the warmth of a hard body press behind him. The most tender of kisses was planted at the nape of his neck, and Azrael shivered from the sudden intimacy. He didn’t complain, though. The sweet gesture might make the performance more convincing. He whirled around to face his pseudo-lover, his face forced into what he hoped seemed like a loving smile.

“Where were y–“

Azrael trailed off, his fake smile fading into nothingness. Standing before him was a gorgeous man whose face and body rivaled that of any top male model. But it wasn’t his best friend Mat.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I got held up at work,” the gorgeous guy said with a warm smile, scratching his head for good measure. He gave Azrael a wink at the look of alarm on his face, as if urging him to play along. Gorgeous went ahead and entwined his fingers with Azrael’s, his thumb tracing lazy circles on his palm. Then he looked at the drunk guy. “Who’s your friend?”

It seemed to have worked. The drunk guy snorted, shook his head, raised his arms in defeat, then went away muttering incoherently to himself.

The gorgeous guy beamed at Azrael, and was a little surprised at the intensity of the stare that met him. Whatevere he was expecting, it wasn’t that look. Azrael untangled their clasped hands, and immediately looked away.

“Why’d you do that?” Azrael asked with a tinge of derision in his voice.

“Uh, you’re welcome,” the guy retorted, the warmth in his smile had now been replaced with amused bewilderment.

“Thank you. Now why’d you do it?”

The guy looked at Azrael. He was starting to get annoyed with his attitude. What was up with that, anyway? He did the guy a favor, and this is the thanks he gets? So much for playing good samaritan.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you needed help, what with the look of panic that was etched so painstakingly on your face,” he said sarcastically. “Silly me, I thought the guy was harassing you. I didn’t know you actually wanted to be with that creep. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have bothered.”

“Hey, I’m not saying I’m not grateful,” Azrael said, training his lapis lazuli eyes on the guy’s pale gold ones keenly. He had to force himself not to be distracted by the beautifully strange color of the guy’s eyes. It seemed so easy to get lost in them. “I am. And I thank you for coming to my rescue. But I alslo need to know why you did it.”

Now the guy really was annoyed.

“Like I said, I thought you could use the help. You didn’t look like the type who hooked up with his kind.”

There was a pause. They just looked at each other, daring the other to make a move. It was almost as if Azrael was trying, and trying hard, to get a glimpse of the guy’s soul. Or at least that’s what it felt like to the guy. And he thought it was pretty significant, too, because he did something he normally never does.

“I’m Warren,” the guy said, extending his hand and putting on one of his smiles.

It’s one of those perfect smiles, Azrael thought. The ones that could charm the pants right off a person. He shuddered at the thought and forced himself to look away.

He doesn’t remember. Figures.

Azrael never took the guy’s extended hand. He whirled around on his stool and picked up his book from the bar. He gave a curt nod to the bartender, Joe, left some tip on the bowl in front of him even when he didn’t order anything, and sauntered off towards the club’s egress.

“What, no kiss goodbye, babe?” the guy called after him, and loudly too. Enough so that it made some people turn around and stare at the cause of the sudden kerfuffle. “Hey, at least tell me your name. Hey!”

But Azrael didn’t look back.

+ + +

Outside, Azrael leaned against the brick wall, and heaved a great sigh. He closed his eyes, willing the tears, the tears that surprisingly came and threatened to fall and further humiliate him, away.

Of course he would’t remember. Why the hell would he remember?

He was different tonight, though. He wasn’t slick or smooth. There were no player moves, no suave words. He wasn’t like his usual cocky, self-assured, son-of-a-bitch self. He wasn’t even drunk, which meant he was sober the entire time. That hasn’t happened in months. What happened back there was all so very gallant and charming and sweet. It was all very peculiar and atypical and curious. And for the first time in a long while, he seemed almost… normal. Azrael laughed at the irony. He couldn’t help it.

Azrael jumped as a ring from his then vibrating phone jolted him from his reverie. He took it out of his pocket. It was Mat. He took a couple of deep, calming breaths before he pressed the answer button.

“Hey Mat,” Azrael said in an excessively cheerful tone. “Any luck?”

“Nah. Maybe not tonight,” Mat replied, sounding a little tipsy but otherwise non-deterred. Azrael was glad. Dejected Mat is whiny, although he would never tell that to his friend’s face.

“Sorry, man. Tough luck,” Azrael encouraged his friend. “But hey, there’s always tomorrow. Not a lot of nice tail in there tonight anyway.”

“Yeah… I think I’m ready to head home.”

“Okay,” Azrael said serenely. “I’m right outside the door.”

“Heh, I thought you might be,” Mat snorted. There was a pause. It was as if he was going to say something, but decided against it. “I’ll be right out.”

Mat came out about a minute later. He smiled when he saw Azrael leaning adorably on the wall, a leg propped up behind him. He seemed deep in thought and was oblivious to the many interested stares he got from the few people still out, passing him by. His friend had no idea how cute he was sometimes. Azrael is stunning in his own right. He could be a model if he was any taller. And he’s told him so several times, but Azrael just scoffed at him each time. What Azrael doesn’t realize is that the modesty just adds to his charm. He doesn’t understand how someone so… great, could be so alone. It’s why he brings Azrael to these places in the first place, despite his unwavering protests. Only, instead of mingling, Azrael just sits in the most well-lit corner of the room and reads. Reads! In a bar! While others around him drank and danced and committed gratuitous acts of inebriation. ‘Hey, I’m a bibliophile. What did you expect?’ Azrael would simply say to him, with a casual shrug and an evocative smile. If only he was gay or at least bisexual, or if only Azrael had been a girl, he would so tap that!

Mat loved his best friend to bits. Their bond was stronger than brothers, and he wouldn’t trade him for the world. And with the shitloads of stuff they’ve been through growing up, Azrael’s even more grave than Mat’s, he wants Azrael to have every happiness. He believes Azrael deserved nothing less, for time and circumstance had proven to him who his true friends are, and Azrael’s loyalty never faltered. Best friends forever, and all that crap, Azrael had said.

Mat laughed and shook his head, amused despite their predicament. He slugged an arm across Azrael’s shoulders, and smiled at his friend, who smiled back just as eagerly. Best friends forever, and all that crap, he thought. They walked a little ways away before managing to hail a cab, and the two rode home in companionable silence.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: anniversary present, cock close, dawn stepped, phil steve, topless woman

Lexi’s Shitty Ride Home

Nisan 12, 2024 admin No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

Lexi had been holding it in all day, waiting for a chance to hit the bathroom. Her waitressing shift was almost over, but it had been a long day. She had a full section of tables all night and only the most difficult customers, so on top of having to take the biggest dump of her life she was majorly losing her patience. There was not a single moment she could have taken to hit the toilet. Thank God she was about to be cut.

When her manager did cut her Lexi was so relieved, she finally had a chance to go. She went straight for the girls bathroom but was stopped by the one thing she wasn’t expecting. The maintenance man.

“Sorry missy but you’ll have to wait til ya get home to do yer business, it’s a real mess in there,” he said.

“Oh God no,” she thought to herself.

“It’s ok, no biggy,” she replied sweetly, doing her best to conceal her discomfort. She’d just go when she got home rather than everyone knowing she totally blew up the men’s bathroom.

This was bad. She still had to finish all her side work before she could leave. She was going to be cutting it close.

So Lexi got started banging out all the little things she had to get done. Fill the condiments, check. Fill the ice bin, check and so on. By the time she got to rolling silverware she was clenching her cheeks with all her might. Occasionally she would loosen up a little to silently let out some gas. That relieved a little of the pressure but she knew if she kept it up she’d be pressing her luck.

Eventually she finished everything she had to do. Now all she had to do was make it home. She rushed to her car and got in. She strained to keep it all in as she bent to get in her seat.

She started it up and got moving, but as soon as she hit the road she knew this wasn’t going to end well. Bumper to bumper traffic as far as the eye can see. As she slowly made her way home her discomfort grew. The pressure in her abdomen was killing her but she was almost there.

She got through the traffic now she was fifteen minutes away. Just fifteen minutes and she’d be home in her own bathroom free to dump this monster load into her own toilet. She was speeding at this point, desperate to make it. She was letting out some more wet little farts when suddenly she hit a huge pothole that bounced her in her seat.

Pffrt!

A loud fart blurted from her ass as she plopped back down in her seat. She felt a hot little squirt of shit spread between her cheeks.

This was the point of no return for Lexi because once she started shitting there was no stopping it. She tried so hard to hold on but she couldn’t stop the farts from escaping her asshole.

Her stomach churned as she let it go. A long juicy fart filled the car with the stench of her shit.

BLORTCH!

Lexi leaned back in her seat as a hot mound of soft shit blossomed between her butt cheeks.

Her asshole erupted like Gaziantep Onkoloji Escort a volcano as she drove. A wave of arousal washed over her while her excrement flowed into her tight leggings. She breathed heavily as her monstrous load of poop filled her panties, slowly making its way toward her pussy.

It just felt so damn good to her. Better than anything she had felt before. It was so dirty and wrong but she couldn’t deny the immense pleasure she was getting from it.

Lexi’s stomach tensed.

“Might as well get it all out now,” she thought as she pushed out another gigantic load of creamy diarrhea into her pants. Her molten river of shit oozed its way up engulfing her dripping wet pussy in warmth.

She moaned in unexpected pleasure while doing her best to stay in control of the car. Her bladder emptied as she grinded her vagina into the mushy pile filling her panties until she came.

Shlick shlick shlick shlick

Lexi orgasmed over and over as she slid back and forth. The sound, the smell, the feel, all these things aroused her so intensely by the time she pulled in the driveway she was sweaty and out of breath from her dirty little experience.

Waddling to the door she readied her keys. Suddenly the door swung open to her surprise. Her girlfriend Dana stood there shocked at the mess Lexi had made of herself.

“Oh my God! What happened baby?!”

Lexi fell into her arms and cried a little telling Dana all about her ordeal, minus a couple of minor details.

“You poor thing, let’s go in the bathroom and get you cleaned up.”

” Thanks, I’m so embarrassed but kinda glad you’re home,” Lexi said as Dana let her to the bathroom.

“Yeah I wasn’t feeling too hot at work today so I dipped out early. I’ve been super nauseous all day.”

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to help me, this is so gross.”

“Nonsense, you’re a wreck! Now let’s get those leggings off you.”

Dana carefully peeled off Lexi’s soiled leggings and tossed them aside. Her panties were literally filled to the brim with the biggest load of shit she had ever seen. The smell stung her nostrils.

URP!

Dana burped, choking down a little bit of puke that came up.

“Are you alright?” Lexi asked.

“I’m fine I’m fine,” Dana said with a laugh.

“It’s just a bit… much. I mean when was the last time you pooped?!” She exclaimed as they both started cracking up.

When they were done laughing Lexi looked at Dana innocently.

“Can I tell you something? It’s kinda weird and I don’t want you to freak out.”

“Come on, you know you can tell me anything. What could possibly be so bad?”

“Well when I had my little accident it felt sorta… good? Like… really good.”

Dana looked surprised.

“That’s… um… different,” she replied timidly.

“It felt good?”

“Yeah! Like really really good! Like I’ve never cum so hard in my life good!”

Dana put her arms around Lexi.

“That’s so dirtyyyy,” Dana teased as she ran her hands down Lexi’s back until she was palming the massive load in her panties.

“I guess I never thought about it too much but pooping does feel really good. It must feel so naughty doing it in your pants like that,” Dana pondered.

“Touching your poopy bottom like this feels so weird. Like I should be grossed out but because I love you and find you so irresistible it’s okay somehow. It just feels really bad… like when we were kids and we knew we were doing something we knew was wrong… you know, bad in a good way. In a fun way.”

“Yeah exactly! I’m telling you it was such a rush just letting loose like that!”

Dana pulled her close and kissed her deeply as she mushed her fingers into Lexi’s humongous bulge.

She let out a surprised whimper as they kissed.

Then Dana started pulling away.

“I’m sorry, the smell is just getting to me a little. I think I might be sick.”

“It’s okay,” Lexi said pulling her closer. “I want you to puke all over me.”

“You what? I’m warning you I ate a lot today.”

“Just do it,” Lexi said rubbing her tits.

She reached down into her panties, scooped a handful of shit, and smeared it on her chest. The stench wafted into Dana’s nostrils making her gag.

Urrp

“Oh God.”

“Yes!” Lexi said pulling them chest to chest as they kneeled on the cold tile floor of the bathroom.

Hurp!

Dana retched.

“Come on baby! Cover me in your HOT CHUNKY PUKE!”

Dana’s cheeks puffed up as her mouth filled with puke, she tried to swallow it back down but couldn’t. A torrential waterfall of meaty vomit burst from her cheeks streaming down Lexi’s bare chest.

“Oh geez, there’s so much coming u-“

HURRRFFFF!

Another wave of puke shot up her throat before she could finish.

Diarrhea rocketed from Dana’s ass as she retched. Hot liquid shit poured from the sides of her panties plopping onto the tile floor of the bathroom.

“Mmmm your puke feels so good,” Lexi said as she ran her hands over her slimy body.

“It felt really good to get that out,” Dana replied.

They started kissing again, dancing their tongue around each other while they embraced. The taste of Dana’s ejected stomach contents stung Lexi’s tongue as they made out.

Dana’s hand made its way down the front of Lexi’s crap filled panties. Her fingers sank into the warm shit until she could feel her pussy beneath the mess.

Lexi squirmed with pleasure as Dana rubbed her clit until she was nice and wet then slid a finger in her tight little hole.

Her pussy gushed as she fingered her. Between excited breathes Lexi told her to go into the drawer under the sink. She pulled a long hot pink dildo from the drawer while continuing to finger Lexi’s sloppy shit covered pussy.

“Stick it in my mouth baby, I want you to throat fuck me til I’m sick!” Lexi exclaimed.

The long neon cock flopped around awkwardly as Lexi followed it around with her mouth open and tongue out trying to catch the tip of it.

Once her lips caught it she slurped it down vigorously plunging it deep into her throat over and over.

“Mmph-mmph-mmph!”

She throated the dildo deeper and deeper gagging and burping as it hit the back of her throat until her stomach lurched.

She pulled the long slimy dildo from her throat with a tidal wave of puke right behind it. She tilted her head back and projectile vomited straight up in the air letting her stomach contents erupt from her mouth like a geyser. A thick stew of chunks flowed down her body as she rode Dana’s fingers.

When she was done barfing all over herself she pounced on Dana, pinning her down and kissing her deeply. She kept kissing her all down her body until she got down to her dirty pussy.

Lexi peeled off Dana’s shitty panties and started licking her filthy cunt and asshole until she squealed.

“You eat my pussy so fucking good, yeah lick my shitty asshole. Open your dirty little mouth!”

Lexi wrapped her lips around Dana’s butthole just as a thick stream of rotten smelling diarrhea came shooting out into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed up as her entire mouth filled with shit and the rest covered her whole face.

Lexi gulped down her mouthful of liquid diarrhea.

“Mmmm, that was tastyyyyy,” she joked.

“Now it’s your turn.”

She kneeled over Dana and sat her big panty bulge right on her face getting into 69 position. She went down and started eating Dana’s pussy some more while she pulled Lexi’s panties to the side and did the same.

Dana licked and licked amidst all she shit filling her panties. Eventually she took them off her and smeared the rest of the shit all over herself.

They squirmed and licked and moaned and groaned covered in shit orgasming over and over as they ate each other out. They went all out licking their shit covered tits and fucking each other with their big floppy dildo for hours. They got in every position they could from doggy style kneeling on the toilet to legs spread on the bathroom counter. They smeared gobs of crap around their pussy lips while they took the length of the long pink cock and dumped assloads of smelly shit on each other after taking it in the ass. They did it all.

Lexi and Dana fucked shit and puked everywhere until they were satisfied. Neither of them knew what came over them that night but they knew it was the start of a whole new lifestyle for them. They got in the shower to rinse the shit of their naked bodies with the hand held shower head. They giggled and scrubbed each other clean while pushing the hunks and chunks of poop down the shower drain with their toes. The girls had experienced a level of pleasure neither of them thought possible that evening and they wanted more.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: daughters friend, dawn cried, gave smack, king men, lipstick femme

Daddy’s Lil Cheerleader

Nisan 12, 2024 admin No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

It is 10 AM and I just woke up as I fumble to turn off my alarm clock. I can feel the warm weather from outside through the open windows so I throw my pajama bottoms on my naked body and make my way to the bathroom in my bedroom.

After taking a leak I take a look at myself in the mirror. I am in good shape for a man my age, I’m about 6’1 & 224 pounds. In my younger years I was on the track team in High School and in College and I continue to run and lift weights to keep myself healthy.

I can hear music playing from daughter Liz’s room as I begin to leave the bathroom and head down the stairs to the kitchen. Usually the music is never that loud because my wife Donna hates it at that level but Donna is on a business trip in Boston.

I’m about to head outside to get the papers until I notice that they are on the kitchen table. My son Max must have grabbed them before he started his morning run so I sit down and pour myself a bowl of cereal and flip through the paper.

I look at the date on the paper and see that my 52nd birthday is tomorrow. Donna is not going to be home from her business trip for another 3 days. I’m really looking forward to her return because its been over a month since my wife and I had sex last because of our busy schedules.

As I stand up & walk over to the fridge to get some OJ I hear the music stop and I hear Liz making her way down the stairs. I close the refrigerator door and see Liz standing at the base of the stairs in her cheerleader outfit.

“Morning Daddy!” Liz says as she walks over and kisses me on the cheek and walks past me into the kitchen. I eye her over head to toe from behind as Liz walks by and can’t stop thinking how hot she looks as I reply “Good Morning Beautiful.”

I can’t stop from looking over Liz’s tight petite 18 year old body. Liz is about 5’7 and 115 pounds with 34C tits and an ass you could bounce quarters off of. I snapped out of staring at Liz’s awesome body and asked “Why are you in your cheerleader outfit?”

“I have practice at 12. We have to get our routine down before the game next week” Liz had responded with a smile that showed off her perfect pearly white teeth.

“Well you certainly look drop dead gorgeous dear” I stated as I combed my hand through her blonde shoulder blade length hair.

“You like it?” Liz asked seductively as she spun around modeling her body in the outfit as she giggled. I was ogling her long tan legs & hour glass figure as she spun around in the kitchen.

“I love it baby!” I responded as I began to notice my dick was beginning to get to its full erect glory and was poking through my pajama bottoms right in broad daylight as I stood there in front of my daughter.

I tried to cover up my erection by trying to slyly grab the paper & cover it over my hard on but to no such luck. I hear my daughter giggle even more as I look up into Liz’s face to see thats she’s not stupid.

“I know you like it, I can tell judging by your little friend there standing at attention” Liz said as she giggled while staring at my growing member.

I was about turn around and walk out of the kitchen in an embarrassed state. Then I felt Liz grab my arm and say “No, No, No Daddy. Don’t worry about it, I actually kinda wanna see your cock.”

She turned me around and grabbed my cock with her right hand as her left hand eased my pajama bottoms off as she kneeled down. My prick sprang to attention to my full rock hard 9 inches and almost hit Liz in the face as she was caught off guard by my member.

“Oh Daddy!, it’s sooooo BIG!” Liz cooed as she was going over my one eyed monster in slow motions with her soft gentle hands.

“Well Thank You Very Much my little cutie, but I really don’t think this is right” I said in an embarrassed state as Liz slowly began giving me a slow hand job with her talented hands.

“Oh Daddy!, Don’t be such a prude! Just relax and let me take care of you!” Liz said as she took it a step further as she stuck my stiff member into her eager mouth.

My head is bent back in pleasure as I run my fingers through Liz’s hair as I put my hands on top of her head as Liz gives me a fantastic blow job.

My conscience starts coming into play as I am torn between my morals and pleasure as I look down to see my incredibly sexy daughter in her cheerleader outfit slobbing on my knob.

As I am staring down at Liz she looks up at me and locks onto my eyes while she continues sucking me off and reads the pleasure on my face. She takes my cock out of her mouth as she giggles and gives me a devilish smile as she gently licks some pre cum off the tip of my dick.

My hands cup the bottom of Liz’s head as I look her in the eyes and gently motion to stand her up and begin to lock lips with our open mouths. I am even more aroused now as I realize the taboo of swapping tongues with my daughter who just sucked my cock.

As we are openly swapping saliva in the kitchen I slip my hands underneath Liz’s team sweater and start caressing her breasts Gaziantep Düztepe Escort through her bra. Liz returns my caress by lifting her skirt up a bit and grinds her panty covered slit against my rock hard moist exposed dick.

I break our lip lock and start licking and sucking her neck and in the heat of passion I toss my morals a side and exclaim “Let’s go into the living room and get a bit more comfortable!”

The true cheerleader excitement in Liz comes out as she jumps up and down at the notion as she claps and cheers “OOOHHH Good Idea Daddy!!!!” Liz now grabs my cock and led me into the living room and sits me down on the leather sofa.

Liz slowly begins to dance in front of me as I sit on the couch stroking my rod as I watch her move her hips back and forth seductively. She then begins to peel off her team sweater to reveal her black satin bra clinging to her nice sized tits. Liz puts her arms behind her back and unclasps her bra as it fell to the floor.

I am astonished by how beautiful Liz’s breasts are as I stated “Your tits are so perky and perfect” as I slowly jerked off while watching Liz’s striptease. The thought occurs to me that Liz must sunbathe in the nude because her skin so perfectly tan.

Liz smiles and responds by dropping her skirt to reveal this sexy matching black thong that makes her ass look even better if that was even humanly possible. My meat feels like it grew a few inches as Liz turns her back to me bends over in front of me to pick up her skirt leaving me with a bird’s eye view of her amazing ass.

With my right hand going to town on my cock, I slap Liz’s butt with my left hand and grab a good handful of her full supple ass. Liz lets out a deep moan, turns her head and looks me straight in the eye. Liz is so turned on I can see it in her eyes, she smiles and drops to her knees on the floor in front of me.

Before I know it Liz is between my legs with her face buried in my crotch as I sit here on the couch. Liz is taking her time and is teasing my cock with her mouth. She circles up and down and around my cock with her talented tongue. Liz is working her saliva on my throbbing dick and getting it even slicker.

Liz begins focusing on my balls as she takes each one separately into her hot mouth and sucks on them as she alternates between the two of them. Liz then releases her mouth from my balls and grabs them with her hands as she begins fondling them and gently scratching them with her long nails.

Liz then takes my rod and sticks it between her beautiful breasts and starts titty fucking my cock. Liz licks my dick as it goes up and down between her fantastically soft rack.

I look down at Liz and in the heat of passion scream out “Stop teasing me already and suck my cock!” Upon my request she obliges and soon engulfed my prick. Liz is a pro, she takes her time and eases her hot mouth up and down my dick slowly while running her tongue in circles around my shaft.

Here I am with my only daughter deep throating me as I am grabbing her by the hair slowly forcing as much of my prick into her mouth and throat as possible, needless to say I feel like I am in heaven.

The pleasure I am experiencing from the taboo of receiving a world class blow job from my daughter is too much as I blurt out “I wanna fuck your brains out baby!”

Liz stops sucking my dick, looks up at me and releases her mouth from being buried in my crotch as she stands up and replies “You Better!” Liz proceeds to drops down her thong to around her knees to reveal that she is perfectly shaved bald.

I break away from my view of Liz’s bald snatch and look up at her and smile and coyly say “Just like your mother!” Liz winks at me as her hands can’t help but play with her pussy as lightly teases her twat. I look down to see that the thong is still around her kneecaps is soaking wet and her inner thighs are also engorged with her honey pot run off.

I am so turned on by seeing how horny Liz is that I grab her ass from behind with both hands and pull her forward into my lap. Liz doesn’t miss a beat as she props herself up on my lap and grabs my throbbing pole and eases it into her gash.

“OOOOOOOO, Fuck Daddy, Your so Big! OOOOO make this last, I don’t want you giving in so early” Liz says, as she slides her pussy gently down my dick and lets out a loud moan that I’m sure the neighbors could have heard if not the freaking whole neighborhood could have.

Liz’s pussy is tight, she isn’t a virgin thats for sure, but she is definitely the tightest pussy I have fucked since my Big Man on Campus college days.

“You Got it Baby!” I replied as I proceeded to lick my fingers on my left hand and slip my fingers one at a time in Liz’s butt hole.

“OOOO, that’s right Daddy!, Now your getting Dirty, the way I like it” Liz groans as I slap and grab her ass with my busy hands. Liz begins bouncing up and down on my cock in a quicker pace and starts building some momentum and then switches it up by pacing herself and slowing down and starts grinding back and forth on my dick.

As Liz is gyrating on my cock we lock lips and begin passionately french kissing. Our tongues are dancing with each others as Liz’s right hand starts caressing my washboard six pack abs.

I feel like I am going to blow my load as I hear the sound of Liz’s ass clapping from bouncing up and down rigorously on my prick. Liz stops bouncing on my dick and starts trying to take in my cock as deep as possible into her slit. She puts her arms around the back of my neck as she tosses her sweat matted hair back and looks me seductively in the eyes and states “Fuck Me Doggy Style Daddy!”

I don’t hesitate as I lift Liz off my throbbing meat and stand her on her feet as I give her directions to get on the living room carpet floor on all fours. I get on my knees and come up from behind her and ease my dick into her hot gash.

I start slowly fucking Liz as my right hand drifts down to fondle her clit as my left hand is spanking Liz’s ass lightly. While I am doing this Liz has her elbows on the ground to keep her balance as she pinches her nipples with her ass arched up in the air.

Liz turns her head to look at me and says in sheer ecstasy “Fuck me faster and harder Daddy!” as her eyes rolled into the back of her head & bit her lower lip.

Hearing that turns me on so much as I pick up the pace and make faster and fuller thrusts. I remove my hand from Liz’s clit and put both of my hands on her hips to pull her body harder on my cock and so I could spank her ass with both hands.

Soon enough Liz’s butt is turning a decent color red from my spankings as I can hear the sound of my balls slapping against her body in tandem with Liz’s moans. I feel like I am going to explode inside of Liz at the rate we were going.

All of a sudden we hear “What the Fuck!?!?!?!?!?!?!” as we both stop and look up to see my son Max standing at the foot of the living room with a look of astonishment on his face. “So I see I’m not the only one your fucking Liz!” Max says in a state of disbelief.

“Get over here in stick your shaft in my mouth!” Liz commands. Max doesn’t miss a beat as he drops his running shorts to the floor and tears off his sweaty tank top. Max walks over with his semi flaccid prick in hand and kneels down with his cock in front of Liz’s face and shoves it in her mouth.

I continue to fuck Liz from behind as she continues to go to town on Max’s cock. Every once in a while I throw in a harder deeper thrust that pushes Liz forward which causes my son’s dick to go further down Liz’s throat.

I keep spitting and lubing up my fingers and playing with Liz’s asshole as I look over to see Max with Liz’s hair bunched up in his hands as she blows him. Max has a face of bliss on his face as he would occasionally look down and then roll his head back in satisfaction.

We fucked like this for another five minutes give or take. Liz’s asshole was expanded and gapping by now by all of my fingering. Max releases his shaft from Liz’s mouth and states out loud “I wanna fuck you Liz!”

When I hear this I pull out of Liz and looked down to see my cock and Liz’s snatch glistening with her juices of excitement. Liz turns to me asks “You don’t mind do you Daddy?” in a very sexy innocent tone.

“I don’t mind at all. I’m actually gonna sit in my favorite recliner and watch you two” I exclaim as I stand up and slowly rub my dick as I was walk backwards and plop myself down in the chair.

“OOOOO, your kinky Daddy, I like that!” Liz says as she stays on all fours rubbing her pussy while she watches me get comfortable.

“Yea, we should have started having the same kind of fun way before this” Max proclaims as he lays down on the floor awaiting Liz to mount him.

As Max says this I notice the size of his cock, he is FUCKING HUGE!. Max’s dick has to be at least 12 inches long and it has to be at least as thick as my wrist. It’s not that I feel intimidated by his larger size, I am proud more then anything. This really turns me on for some reason as I continue to wank it.

Liz gets up and stands over Max facing me as she poises herself and begins to squat down. Liz hovers over Max’s cock as she takes her right hand guides it to her box and begins to ease down onto the shaft.

Liz is wearing a grimace on her face as she impales herself on my son’s prick. Seeing my daughter’s cunt get split by that monster cock is utterly amazing. I keep edging my orgasms while I’m masturbating so that I won’t cum.

By now Max and Liz have found a rhythm and really have started going at it. Liz keeps on bucking up and down on Max’s schlong while her ass and Max’s balls make this erotic clapping noise as they slap against each other in their passionate fucking.

I can’t stop but be fixated on Liz’s perky tits as they jump up and down with her movements. She must sunbathe in the nude because she has no tan lines & her nipples are brown from tanning.

Max then extracts his cock as Liz takes his queue and repositions herself as Max soon takes his beast and positions it at the opening of her butt hole. Liz takes the initiative and sits her ass down on his cock.

This sent an electric charge through Liz as her face of pleasure soon went to that of pain as she eases herself down on my son’s dick. Liz keeps moaning out loud as that face of pain comes back and forth between a face of pleasure as she slowly picked up the pace.

I can’t even imagine how Liz is able to fit that prick inside her butt hole. It makes me think she must have done anal a few times. By now Max is getting most of his meat up Liz’s asshole as the eyes in her head seem to be popping out of their sockets.

After a few more minutes of fucking like that Liz gets out her sitting position and in the process removes Max’s member out of her ass. She then gets on her knees to the side of Max’s bodying still laying on the ground and in my full view Liz inhales his cock with her mouth.

I am so turned on from seeing my daughter being an Ass to Mouth slut that I blurt out “Do you like the taste of your own ass?” as I continue jerking off to their hot show.

Liz responds in a muffled “Mmm hmmmm” which I can only assume means yes as she gorges on that schlong. After Liz sucks all of her ass juices off of Max’s cock I’m getting to a point where I can’t watch anymore. My dick is throbbing and its bright red from me beating it.

Max gets up from the floor and picks up Liz and cradles her in the air. Max sticks his cock in Liz’s slit as her legs wrap around his waist and her arms are interlock around Max’s neck. Max is really drilling her in mid air as the sound of his balls slapping against her ass echo through the room.

At this point I can’t take it anymore & I yell out “Max!, Bring that Cock Queen over her and plop her ass on my dick. We’re gonna Double Penetrate this beauty!”

Max walks over the few feet over to the recliner with Liz still wrapped around him. Liz turns her head and looks at me and then down at my cock as her asshole is at the tip of my cock.

My son places her down as my dick has no problem entering her ass probably due to the fact that Max had already stretched that shit out just a moment ago.

Liz lets out a big moan and screams “OOOOOO Fuck!” as she releases her hands from Max’s neck and places them on the arms of the recliner.

My cock is rooted deep to the base of my balls in Liz’s ass as Max thrusts his dick in her pussy. There can’t be more than a half inch of skin between Liz’s orifices as we can feel our cocks rubbing against each other inside of Liz.

Max buries his cock deep inside Liz’s snatch as she takes the initiative and puts her hands around his neck again in order to gain leverage and begins bouncing up and down on my dick.

Soon enough all three of us found a rhythm as Liz kept bobbing up and down on my cock and Max continued thrusting into Liz’s box. We were really hitting a fast pace as we were fucking the bejesus out of Liz’s holes.

“OOOOOO Fuck Yea!, You guys are the best Father and Brother ever!” Liz moans as we continued to really go to town on her.

Hearing that sent us into overdrive as the tandem of our cocks assault Liz’s orifices. The thing that sent me over the edge though was the feeling of me and my sons cocks grinding against each other inside of Liz and our balls slapping against each other.

I soon felt my balls tightening and I knew I was gearing up to blow my load. I yelled out “I’M CUMMMMMINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!” as I grab Liz’s ass cheeks and pull her down and plant her on my cock.

I cum like a buckshot into Liz’s ass. I feel like I unloaded gallons upon gallons of cum as I kept shooting my load into my only daughter.

Max kept fucking Liz’s box as her pussy locked on to his dick as she was still planted on my rigid cock. I noticed that Max was getting closer and closer to his orgasm as I felt his thrusts getting longer and deeper.

All of a sudden Max pulled out of Liz’s snatch which sent Liz back on to me and my still erect dick and forced us to lean back into a recline position in the chair. Max adjusted to this and put his leg on the arm of the chair and hovered his cock in front of Liz’s face as he jerks off his cock in anticipation of blowing his load.

I have a birds eye view over Liz’s shoulder as I am only inches away from Max’s dick in my daughter’s face. All of a sudden my son blew his massive load all over Liz’s gorgeous face.

Max was blowing a load like Peter North as he kept cumming all over her face and tits for what seemed like forever. Max finished shooting the remainder of his load and backed away from the recliner with his cock in hand and plopped himself on the couch.

Liz and I were projected up in the recliner from Max’s departure from the chair. Liz who was still sitting on my semi-erect cock twirled around on my cock to face me. Her face and chest is plastered in Max’s man gravy.

“That was so much fun Daddy, I love You!” Liz says as her lips meet mine as we open mouth kiss. I am getting Max’s spooge all over my face but I didn’t mind because I am so horny.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: bill brought, catholic uniform, next cabin, tears cheek, tera looked

Librarian Finds Long Overdue Love Ch. 09

Nisan 12, 2024 admin No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Handjob

Single, middle-aged and bespectacled Angelina Lione may look the part of the prim, proper and sexually repressed, buttoned-up librarian, but she’s most definitely NOT your father’s librarian – at least not in private. Blessed with a ravenous and unquenchable sexual appetite, Angelina navigates the Dewey Decimal System as deftly as she negotiates about her lovers’ hearts, minds and bodies. Her orgasms, in fact, are so intense that she oftentimes faints during the throes of passion.

High fashion and high maintenance, Angelina always models the latest designer threads – accentuated by one of her dozen pairs of high-heeled dress boots. Her sophisticated look even extends to smoking accessories. The haughty diva wouldn’t dream of smoking a cigarette if it wasn’t filtered through her long, black holder. More of a cigarette holder sucker and stroker than a smoker, however, Angelina seductively works the black shaft with her mouth, tongue and fingers as if it was a penis proxy; the effect that playing with the long, stiff holder has on would-be lovers is like snake charming. Under the sexy siren’s magic spell, they’re entirely at her mercy; powerless to resist the temptation to pleasure her – as if they really would.

Romantic suitor Tom Bailey has been in love with Angelina since he was a 13-year-old student of hers, drawn to the librarian’s sexy boots and seductive smoking. Over the past 9 years, his feelings – like his fetishes – for the femme fatale have only grown stronger. But in order to win Angelina’s hand, he’ll have to fight off the advances of Harry Seymour, his former principal, and the man who she once carried on a torrid affair with.

It’s youth, vitality and inexperience vs. age, knowledge and history. At stake is the love and lust of the feral Angelina, a woman whose libido knows no bounds.

————————————————————–

The message on Tom and his roommates’ answering machine was brief and to the point:

“Thomas, darling, if you’re free around noon, why don’t you drop by my house.”

For the lovestruck young man, who’d been awake most of the night worrying about how his girlfriend’s dinner date with her former flame was going – and who’d been out for a walk in a futile attempt to burn off his nervous energy when she called at 9:00 a.m. the next morning – Angelina’s short message, played back when he returned to the apartment some 90 minutes later, was just the news he wanted to hear.

After a hot shower and a quick bowl of cereal eaten over the kitchen sink, Tom climbed in his red 1982 Volkswagen Scirocco and motored northwest on the New Jersey Parkway toward Angelina’s house. About 40 minutes later – at 11:58 a.m. – he pulled into his girlfriend’s driveway and parked behind an old brown Cadillac.

So anxious was he to see Angelina, that as Tom walked briskly up the walkway to her house, he neglected to consider the possibility that the Caddie may belong to Harry, her former lover.

Ringing the doorbell, Tom felt as anxious and excited as he had two weeks prior when he summonded up the courage to show up at his old middle school and break the Gaziantep Grup Escort ice with Angelina, his grade school crush.

“Angelina, oh, man, it’s good to see you!” Tom blurted out seconds later after his girlfriend opened the door, practically bear hugging the woman off the floor in excitement.

“Thomas, yes, it’s good to see you, too,” Angelina answered in a decidely more restrained tone.

“I just want to take you upstairs and make love to you for hours.”

“Well, darling, that sounds delightful, but let’s have a talk first, ok?”

Angelina slipped from her boyfriend’s embrace and retreated to the living room.

“Yeah, sure, I want to hear all about last night,” Tom said, as he followed her into the room. “I wish I’d seen Principal Seymour’s face when you told him once and for all…”

Entering the living room, Tom saw Harry sitting on the sofa and froze in his tracks, unable to finish his sentence.

“I believe you two know each other,” Angelina said, by way of an introduction.

“Hello, young man,” Harry said, rising from the sofa and offering Tom his hand. “How many years has it been since you graduated from 8th grade? Three.”

Too stunned by the sight of his former principal in his girlfriend’s house, Tom could offer no glib comeback to the insult to his youth, just a weak hand to shake.

“Thomas, please sit,” Angelina said, motioning her boyfriend to the loveseat next to the sofa.

Tom sat gingerly on the furniture, while Angelina did likewise on the matching gray chair across from the men. Crossing her brown, knee-high, high-healed booted legs zipped over a tan pair of tight pants, she pulled the sleeves of her auburn turtleneck halfway up her elbows, and reached down to the coffee table in front of her. Pressing the button that opened her mahogony cigarette case, she extraced a Virginia Slim and proceeded to tenderly screw it into the long black cigarette holder resting next to it. Quickly, Tom dug in his pocket for the bic lighter he bought recently, while Harry scrambled to the table to grab Angelina’s gold cigarette lighter. Igniting their respective flames, the men held them both out toward the woman, their fires intersecting to form one big blaze. Angelina gave a sly smile at their obvious attempt to compete for her affections, placed the black shaft of the holder in her mouth and met their lights in the middle.

“Thank you both for coming over today,” Angelina said, after taking a puff and moving her mouth to the right to enjoy a long exhale away from her guests, that seemed to relax her. “Thomas, I’m sure you’re wondering what Harry’s doing here.”

“You had sex with him last night, didn’t you?!” Tom blurted out, accusatorily, finally finding his voice, while he was losing his cool. “I knew it. I just knew it.”

Rookie mistaaaake, Harry thought, trying to hide his pleasure from watching the young man become emotionally unglued.

“Thomas, that’s really none of your business,” Angelina scolded him, in her best teacher’s voice. “What Harry and I may or may not have done last night, is a private affair between he and I. Now, please, I was hoping we could conduct a civil, adult conversation, OK?”

I will say that we enjoyed a very intimate breakthrough in our friendship.”

“Friendship?! Tom exclaimed, still unable to control his outbursts. “Twenty-four hours ago, you were going to tell him to shove off, because we’re a romantic couple. Now, you’re his friend?! And I think this most definitely IS my business. You’re my girlfriend, remember?”

“That’s what makes this meeting so conflicting for me.”

The sexy librarian paused to collect her thoughts, the smoke from the cigarette holder she held between the fingers of her red-nail polished righthand wafted lazily behind her and out the open window into the crisp autumn air.

“Thomas, these past two weeks have been some of the most fun I’ve ever had,” she finally continued. “We’ve become so close. The completely uninhibited times we’ve shared have reminded me what my single life used to be like. You’ve made me feel beautiful and desirable again. I feel ten years younger. I still can’t believe that a handsome young man like you actually wants me. That’s such an incredible turn-on.

“You have to believe me, I really did go to dinner last night with the intention of dismissing Harry from my life forever, but then out of the blue he proved his love for me – something I’d always doubted.

“Thomas, what we have is a fortnite of mainly a physical relationship. Harry and I have a six year romantic history together. I can’t turn my back on that. And now that his wife has passed, he and I have the chance to finally be in the real relationship I always wanted us to be in, where there’s no third wheel.”

“Except for me,” Tom interrupted. “I’m obviously the third wheel, right?”

“No, not at all. That’s not what I meant. I was referring to his wife. Listen, I’ve thought all morning about this, and I’ve reached a decision.”

Anticipating bad news, Tom’s heart felt like it was about to burst through his chest.

Angelina paused, slipped her cigarette holder between her parted red lips, took a soft pull and blew out another long, cleansing exhale.

“The decision I’ve reached… is that I can’t make a decision,” Angelina said. “You both have so many pros – and even cons – that I can’t possibly choose one over the other, at this time. So, if the two of you are amenable, I’d like to date both of you for awhile. I need more time to figure out who I want to be with for the long term.”

Silence now filled the sunlit room. Tom sensed that Angelina had already discussed this “arrangement” with Harry before he arrived – probably in bed after they’d had sex. The thought of his girlfriend making love to another man sickened and disgusted him.

“Angelina,” Tom said, rising to his feet and fighting to keep his composure. “Thanks for the offer, but I told you once before that I could never share you with another man. I’m sorry, but I won’t be participating in this little ‘fuck-off’challenge of yours.”

“Thomas, please. That’s an inaccurate and uncouth way to phrase this,” Angelina objected.

“But you said we would be a couple.”

“You’re not making this easier, my dear. I know you weren’t expecting competition for my affections. Frankly, neither was I, but sometimes life takes unexpected turns.”

On the verge of tears, the proud young man turned and walked out of the house. Speeding away in his car, Tom began to lament the end of his brief but intense and passionate relationship with the woman he’d been obsessed with for eight years. In just two weeks they’d made love over three-dozen times, but it never got stale or old to him. Sex with Angelina was unreal – somehow even better than the fantasy sex life he’d enjoyed with her through the years. She seemed to live in her fashion boots and worked a cigarette holder in her mouth in a most suggestive manner, feeding his raging fetishes. On Angelina, those seemingly benign inanimate objects came alive to him and never failed to arouse him. Now, thinking about the sex he’d just thrown away, suddenly brought on an overwhelming sense of dread and despair.

Spotting a gas station up ahead on the highway, Tom flipped his right blinker. Moments later he pulled into the station. Hopping out of the car, he ran to the outdoor telephone booth, dropped a quarter into the slot and feverishly pressed the numbers on the keypad.

“Hello!” he called out, two rings later when he heard the voice on the other end of the phone. “I acted impulsively; I didn’t think this through. I’m good with your terms.”

“Thomas, Darling,” Angelina said pretentiously. “I’m so glad you called. I knew you’d come to your senses. But Harry and I were just on our way out to lunch, can we talk later?”

“Sure, I’ll call you tonight.”

“Oh, we’re going to dinner, too. Why don’t you call me tomorrow and we’ll see when you can fit on my social calendar. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Ciao, my darling.”

Angelina hung up the phone. Slow to react, Tom only followed suit a few seconds later when he heard the dialtone.

What did I just do? he thought, trudging back to his car in shame. Do I really have a future with this woman? What’s gonna happen when she meets my friends? The moment she takes her cigarette holder out and asks for a light, they’re gonna crack up. It’ll be embarrasing. They’ll never let me hear the end of it. And I don’t even want to think about how my folks would react if they ever met her. My mom’s the same age as Angelina. They’ll freak at the age difference.

And then there’s Angelina’s family. Rocco scares the crap out of me.

And what about long-term compatibility. She seems to be getting phonier and more stuck-up by the day. I’m not even sure I like her, let alone love her. She can be such a bitch sometimes. Still, when she acts like that it somehow makes me want her even more. I just CAN’T quit her! I think I’m addicted to the sex. Geez, what’s wrong with me? Guess I’m no different than any of the other saps she’s juggled, who were willing to put up with her attitude and the humiliation of having competition, so they could keep fucking her.

And now I’m going to get sloppy seconds behind an old man. Knowing how horny she always is, who knows how many times they’ll do it, before I get to take her out again. But I don’t care. I’ll settle for sloppy twenty-seconds, just to have another chance to make love to that woman.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: kenny hands, kid gloves, masturbation with feet, olga, role-playing couple

Love Changes Everything Pt. 03: At Last

Nisan 12, 2024 admin No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ass

All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always encouraged and carefully reviewed. All characters within the story that need to be are 18 years of age or older. Hope you enjoy!

This is the third and final part of a three-part story about Freya and the beginning of her sophomore year at college. It involves her family and some of the men she meets, the difficult decisions involved with that, and the results of those decisions. Part two will be published in about ten days and part three ten days after that. Feel free to leave comments. I use them to help with future stories.

*****

Freya was to meet Grig again on Saturday, at one o’clock. She had been through two physics classes, watching him, listening to him, and, more than anything, wanting him again. Each time she looked at him, or their eyes met, it was a jolt to each. As much as she enjoyed the feeling, she wasn’t sure she could endure it for another ten weeks.

In mid-morning, Athena had taken her arm and led her away from the others.

“Freya, guess what?

“You’ve been chosen queen of—”

“Freya, don’t be silly,” Athena interrupted. She had a big smile on her face. “Jeremy asked me to be his girlfriend.”

“And w-what did you say?”

“I said, yes. I know he’s always liked me and since I had that motorcycle ride, he thinks I’m pretty cool.”

“Did you tell him it’s a Ducati?”

“Yeah, but he didn’t know what that was.” Athena laughed, and Freya joined her.

So, Freya thought, her little sister, not quite so little now, was joining the boy-girl thing. She hoped her experience would not be fraught with roadblocks, as hers had become.

It was time for day two with Grig, and Freya was tingling from the moment she slid out of her bed in the morning. She had already told her mother that she would be going to the library to get ahead on her some research that she’d need for later in the semester. She quickly realized that ten weeks of providing excuses would be stressing her creativity.

She spent the morning helping Jessica clean the house. She had made a promise to herself that she would do whatever it might take to improve her relationship with her mother. She asked a few questions about cleaners and where they should be used. Jessica seemed to enjoy Freya’s interest, not realizing that it had a two-fold purpose. There was the improvement of the relationship, but also the practical side since she hoped she would need the knowledge when she and Grig were … married? She could use that word in her thoughts, if not aloud. There was another word, too, one that needed to come before “marriage.” All in good time.

Those thoughts were priming her for the afternoon with Grig. Those, and a few others that made her tremble when they thrust themselves into her mind. But she savored those thoughts and her body’s reaction to them.

After lunch, she stashed her bottle of Calvin Klein’s Escape in her backpack, remembering what he had said to her on Wednesday. It had been a long two days, made even more difficult by her having to sit in physics class, watching, when all she wanted was to be in his arms. The soothing sound of his voice as he taught helped her make it through those tempting times.

She hugged her mother and received a warm smile in return, feeling a little guilty that the new closeness she was seeking would be accompanied by the lies she’d be telling her. Harder would be lying to her father or brother, but it would be necessary, and she would do it without hesitation. One day, when it was finally known, she’d apologize.

She drove eagerly to Lot C, cruised until she saw Grig’s car and parked. As she was walking toward his car, she noticed two people walking toward her. Passing his car, she watched over her shoulder till they were finally out of sight, then backtracked and jumped into the back seat of the Acura. Something was different—the windows. Grig had covered them with a dark film that blocked the view of anyone on the outside. She was sure her heart was about to burst.

Ignoring the risk, she leaned over the front seat and kissed him.

The trip to his house went quickly, each sharing how their two days apart had been. In the garage, as the door closed, Freya was amazed at how different she felt this time. There was the anticipation, but none of the anxiety she had felt on Wednesday. She wanted to be in his arms, to repeat what they had shared then, but she was also anxious to learn more about him, to understand who he was and to become a part of his life as well.

There were no preliminaries as their hunger for each other was evident in the way their eyes met, those gray-blue eyes that had so enthralled her from the very first day she’d seen them locked with hers—no words necessary sarıyer escort nor spoken. Freya went quickly to the bathroom when they were upstairs and used the bottle of Escape liberally, remembering those endearing words he had spoken. Back in the bedroom, she found the covers turned back and a naked Grig lying there, waiting.

She was quickly undressed and settled into his arms, contentment filling her with its warmth, matched by the warmth of his body against her. He gently kissed her forehead.

“Aroma of Freya is wonderful,” he said. He nuzzled her neck, low purring sounds coming from deep within him.

“Freya, physics people like numbers. We live by them. I am no different. We have ten weeks, but not quite. Sixty-eight days are left to the end of semester. That much time until we can be … normal.”

She pressed against him, kissing his neck, then caressing it with her tongue. “This is my new normal,” she said, moving her head so their lips could meet.

He responded, his lips hard against hers, tongue probing, then caressing and dancing with hers. She felt his hand slide along her side, then grasp her breast, his thumb rolling around her nipple that hardened to his touch. She moaned as she felt his lips on her breast, his tongue teasing that hard nipple, his lips toying with it, pulling it, stretching it, feeling it grow even more.

He moved to her other breast, the same treatment repeated on it, her body responding to each touch of his tongue, each squeeze of his hand, each murmur as he teased and toyed with her.

His lips and tongue left a trail of dampness as they danced from her breast to her stomach and then her belly, pausing to savor her navel, and finally to that place where she ached for them to stop and stay. His tongue flicked, and her body responded to each touch, twisting, begging for more. It was almost more than she could endure, a new feeling that she couldn’t have imagined only a few days ago.

He kissed his way back up her body, tormenting her with each touch of his lips. Wanting him with an intensity driven higher by his every look and feel, she rolled to her back, her legs spreading, her arms reaching for him. She saw his arm go under the pillow, emerge with that little packet. He tore it open, rolled sideways, and then was quickly above her once more, pressing against her, parting her and entering to her gasping acceptance.

They were still for long moments, each lost in the feel of the other, anticipating more but enjoying just being where they were. She pressed her hips upward against him, eyes closed, and wanting more. She felt his hands on her cheeks, turning her face toward his. She opened her eyes to see his, just inches from her. His body began to move, slowly at first, his eyes locked with hers, his nose flaring with each breath, and then gradually faster. Freya countered each thrust with her own, her body responding to his being inside of her. That feeling was beginning to mount, the one she had only found last Wednesday. It was possessing her as he possessed her. Suddenly it was there, a loud moan escaping her as she spasmed in time with his thrusting, hearing his groan as they orgasmed in unison, eyes still locked.

For minutes, they lay there together, still joined, gasping for breath. Freya would have been content to stay that way forever. Grig rolled over, pulling her on top of him once more. She kissed him gently.

“Freya, if this were only Christmas time, ten weeks over, and you were here and could stay here, and we could share this bed for more than what we’ve just done.” As always, when he looked at her that way, she felt she might just dissolve away.

“It will be here, Grig, before we know it. I love our time together and am getting used to it, even if it’s only the second day. There’s sadness though that I c-can’t help when I think we have to part and go back to acting. This is my new reality — the other is acting, trying to be something we aren’t any l-longer.”

“Thinking sad thoughts brings back the stutter. We won’t do that anymore, okay?”

“Okay. I don’t like being sad.” She kissed him again.

“Good. That is settled. Now I will fix you a good Russian meal.”

A dreamy look settled onto Freya’s face.

“Will I get to go to Russia someday?”

“I don’t know why anyone would want to go to Russia, but, perhaps,” he answered, no smile on his face.

Freya bit her lower lip. There were things hidden within this man that she needed to uncover and understand. There was plenty of time.

*****

On Monday morning, Freya got a text that didn’t surprise her. It was from Jarrod and he wanted to meet her for lunch. She had anticipated this day and the meeting with a certain amount of dread, as what she was going to tell him was probably not what he was wanting to hear. He obviously had his sights on her, had been setting things up, and was just waiting for the right time — today was probably going to be it. She fully expected him to ask her for a date and she would have to refuse and find a plausible reason istanbul escort for the refusal.

She couldn’t tell him there was another guy in her life. He might question and search for answers, even though it would be none of his business — she was allowed to have a private life. And that part of her life was undoubtedly private. She’d just have to wing it a little, see what struck her and what he might say. She was already seeing the problems that secret liaisons could create.

She didn’t know him well at all, as only the two lunches, and that few minutes over coffee, hadn’t given her much insight into what kind of person he was like. He had overlooked her unbidden anger at that first lunch and seemed willing to forgive and forget. Still, she had given him no hint that she wasn’t interested in at least having a date with him, maybe get to know him a little. If she did that, it would be easier to send him on his way. But with what had already happened with Grig, she wasn’t about to do that. She’d just have to live with the consequences, whatever they might turn out to be.

When she got to the Burgermeister Room, Jarrod was already there. He waved at her, a big smile on his face. That certainly didn’t help and she wondered if the look on her face might give him a clue as to her feelings. She tried to smile but wasn’t sure it was too convincing.

“Hey,” he said when she was at the table. He gestured for her to sit down. “Who’s buying today, since I forgot my dice?”

“Why don’t we ju-just split it?” she suggested.

“You sure? I’ll be happy to buy.”

“Splitting is good since we both bought once.” She wished she could add, “and it’s the last time we’ll be doing this.”

“Same order?”

“Sure, that’s fine.”

“I’ll go pick it up,” he said, as she handed him a five-dollar bill. She could have gone to order and bring it back, but she didn’t feel like arguing. There might be some of that happening before too long.

In a few minutes, he was back, and they ate and talked, Jarrod doing most of the talking with her responding only sporadically.

When the food was gone he looked at her, a quizzical look on his face. “Are you feeling okay?” he asked, looking concerned.

“Just a long weekend and I’m t-tired,” she responded, waiting for the words she dreaded hearing.

“Listen, this is the third time we’ve had lunch, plus that time with your friend at Starbucks. I think it’s time we had an actual date. So, how about Saturday night? That gives you a while to get ready.” He chuckled as he said that.

She took a deep breath and saw his expression change as she did. She was sure he had expected a quick “yes” from her.

“I’m sorry, Jarrod. I just d-don’t think this will w-work out. It’s not you, it’s m-me.” She was satisfied that was vague enough and put the blame on herself.

“Won’t work out? There’s nothing to work out yet. Let’s go out Saturday, and then we can see if it will work out.” He still had a reasonably large and friendly smile.

“No, Jarrod. D-don’t make this h-harder than it has to b-be. I just, well, I d-don’t want to.”

As she watched, the look on his face changed. His eyes narrowed, his mouth tightened, his expression darkened and he leaned across the table toward her. She quickly remembered seeing the look once before, when the fry had been knocked out of his hand.

“You fucking little cock-tease. Lead me on like this, then nothing. You’re a redheaded bitch, Freya. I hope the next guy you meet knocks you up and then dumps you. Better yet . . .” His voice trailed off as he stood up and moved around the table. Freya flinched when he was beside her. He bent over, close to her ear. “You fucking whore,” he hissed. “I hope you choke on those fries. Someday you’ll pay.”

Freya had closed her eyes and cringed when he started speaking into her ear. She cautiously opened them, turning her head slowly to be sure he was gone. She looked around quickly to see if anyone had noticed what had happened. She was trembling. She’d been expecting a protest, but not one like this. He had used words and called her things that were beyond her imagination. She knew people talked like that but she had never heard it before – particularly directed at her. She was thankful that what had happened with Grig had happened when it did. Otherwise, she might have decided to try Jarrod as a boyfriend. The results could have been even beyond what she’d experienced today.

With him gone, her trembling eventually subsided and she was able to finish her burger and fries. Then, it was off for a fretful hour of study before physics class. This was her third physics class since Wednesday night, and she hoped she could get used to them. Already, just sitting there watching and listening to him, with her mind doing its remembering and vivid picturing, she had discovered her body was having the expected reaction to the pictures in her mind. She was either going to have to learn to deal with that or start wearing a pad in her underwear. Even her black pants and her ragged jeans mecidiyeköy escort couldn’t hide the telltale signs. Those reactions were perfect when they were together, but not so nice at other times.

The studying was a little erratic as Jarrod’s words kept running through her brain, despite her efforts to ignore them. She hoped she’d never see him again but knew that, if she did, he’d feel more of her anger than the brief little he’d seen that first lunch they’d shared. She had to swallow back the bile that rose into her throat as she replayed the scene with Jerrod. She wished now that she had responded to him somehow, perhaps repeating what he’d said so that everyone could have heard it. But that might have enraged him more and he might have struck her or done something else physical. Best to have left it alone she decided.

“Hey, there you are. I haven’t seen you for a few days. Everything okay?”

Amber sat down beside her, smiling that inquisitive smile she always seemed to have around Freya.

“Yeah, g-good,” she replied.

“Don’t get carried away with your enthusiasm.”

She decided she’d share with Amber. “Just left Jarrod a few minutes ago. It w-wasn’t very pleasant.” She hoped her stomach would stay settled if she shared this with Amber.

“You don’t look pleased about that.”

“He asked me for a date, and I refused …and he g-got a little nasty. Very nasty. He called me a cock-tease and a whore.” She took a deep breath.

“Holy shit. That’s scary as hell. Why did you say no? I thought you were kind of interested in him.”

Grrr, she thought. Why couldn’t Amber just leave things alone? Now she had to create something to tell her. Still, her curiosity was fairly normal.

“I don’t know. I g-guess I just thought about it and decided he wasn’t someone I w-wanted to go out with.”

Amber was silent for a moment that Freya thought dragged on way too long. She lowered her eyes and leaned toward her.

“Freya, what aren’t you telling me?” Her tone was very accusatory. When Freya didn’t answer right away, she continued. “Is it the motorcycle guy?”

“Amber, stop.”

“If it’s not him, the only one left is Dr. Lebedev. Freya?”

She had decided she wasn’t going to tell Amber and wasn’t ready to change that decision.

“Amber, in a f-few minutes I will be going to the physics building where I will sit for an h-hour and ogle Professor Lebedev. It’s something I enjoy d-doing. You met him. You said he was k-kind of delicious. He is, and I look forward to s-seeing him.” She smiled at Amber, realizing that she had not actually lied in what she’d said, but she hadn’t said it all either.

“Well, he is delicious … for an older guy.”

“I guess he is older. I d-don’t think about that I guess when I’m in th-the class watching him.” That was an accurate statement, and she didn’t think about that when she was in bed with him either. She felt herself tingle when she thought that.

“I’m not sure you’re telling me the whole truth, Freya, but whatever.”

“How are you and Austin doing? I haven’t s-seen him for a while.” She was anxious to change direction.

A grin enveloped Amber’s face. “Just fine. We’ll have to get together sometime, all three of us.”

“Are you pregnant yet?”

“Freya, my god. What kind of a question is that?” Amber’s face had taken on a stern, but almost guilty look, her cheeks reddening enough to be easily seen.

“You ask me questions, and I should be able t-to ask too. Plus, there’s something about your look that makes m-me want to ask that question again.”

Amber quickly looked from side to side, then whispered. “I am a week late, but that’s happened before. I’m not too worried though. We’ve always been careful.”

Despite Freya not yet having a chance to be late, Amber’s saying that jarred her just a little as she realized she had become susceptible to that possibility. “Safe sex” had a new and vital meaning with Grig in her life.

“You g-guys be careful.” She loved Amber and, even though they teased a lot, she didn’t want anything that would complicate her life.

“We are, Freya.” A sheepish grin appeared on Amber’s face. “Sometimes it’s not easy though.” She giggled. “You’ll find out one of these days. At least I hope so.”

“I don’t know, Amber,” she replied. “It may n-never happen.” She said that, hoping to deflect Amber’s repeated questions about Grig.

Amber grinned devilishly. “Keep going to those special meetings with your professor and who knows?”

Obviously, it hadn’t worked.

“He is fascinating. I’ll keep doing m-my best.”

She knew that one day, she’d share what was happening with Amber. She wanted to share it with everyone. What had Grig said? Saturday was sixty days. So now it was down to fifty-eight—still a considerable number.

“I better g-get to class,” she said. She gathered her books, waved at Amber, and headed for one more day of looking at Grig, listening to him and wanting him even more. They’d been together twice now and, despite her thinking that might make seeing him a little easier, it hadn’t at all. It seemed to intensify her desire for him and she was almost afraid to be too close to him before or after class, afraid she might give away what was happening. It was a struggle, but one she was cherishing.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: lesbian fisting, replied mark, royal navy, shiwer, slut breeding

Losing My Religion

Nisan 12, 2024 admin No Comments

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

Any time of change in one’s life can be scary as well as exciting. Ron Matthews thought of this has he sat in his assigned chair on the football field, preparing to walk across the stage and receive his high school diploma. His father had always told him not to be afraid of the future but to embrace it. Still, it was going to be difficult going from an eighteen year old high school senior and all-star basketball player at Northville High School to an unknown freshman at Mid-State University. He tried to push these worries out of his mind though and just concentrate on getting across the stage without tripping or dropping his diploma or doing something else embarrassing.

As they had done for their two older sons, Ron’s parents held an open house and invited friends, relatives and neighbors to come help celebrate his accomplishment. Ron knew the rules. The guest of honor had to remain at home until 9:00pm. He really didn’t mind since most of his friends were having their own celebrations and wouldn’t be available for any kind of partying on their own until much later that night. When Ron got home from commencement exercises, he hurried inside to change into shorts and a T-shirt as he refused to spend the rest of the warm May afternoon in a shirt and tie.

As he was rushing out through the kitchen to the back yard, he nearly mowed down his neighbor, Melissa Roberts. This would have been bad enough, in and of itself but the fact that she was carrying a large bowl of his favorite potato salad would have compounded the accident into a disaster. Fortunately, he was able to stop short and managed to grab her shoulders firmly enough to keep her on her feet as well.

“Sorry, Melissa, I should’ve been paying more attention.”

He gave her a sheepish grin and turned to walk out the door, holding it open for her to pass through as well. As she walked by him, she gave him a playful swat on the bottom, and admonished him to be more careful in the future.

“Yeah, and slow down. This is a party, not a fire drill.”

Ron admitted later that the party was pretty cool. His parents grilled what seemed like a cow’s worth of hamburgers and hot dogs and had plenty of other food to go with it. He enjoyed seeing his cousins and his older brothers were even being nice to him, which was a marked change from their normal sibling rivalry.

Later in the evening as most of the guests were sitting around the back yard enjoying their drinks and some quiet conversations, Melissa quietly took Ron aside to give him his graduation present. He looked at the festively gift-wrapped box in shock, as he wasn’t really expecting her to give him anything.

“Well, open it!” she encouraged.

What he found inside made him grin broadly. Since he hadn’t expected anything from her the contents of the box were especially exciting. His mother walked by and looked at it with a puzzled expression. She couldn’t understand why he’d be so overjoyed to receive a maple bath brush with boar’s hair bristles. Melissa smoothly interjected that when he’d stayed with her earlier in the year, she had extolled the virtues of the bath brush for getting hard to reach areas which was important to a young athlete like him who sweated a lot as it would help prevent body acne. His mom commented that she never realized her son was that interested in personal hygiene but let it go at that. Ron and Melissa shared a conspiratorial wink and then Ron noticed there was a small envelope attached to the brush. He opened it and found a gift card for a local store and when he saw the amount on it, his eyes popped wide.

“Oh wow, Melissa, no, this is way too much.”

She smiled wistfully and put reached up to put a hand on his cheek.

“You know, since I never had the chance to have kids of my own, I’ve always considered all of you neighborhood rugrats to be my surrogate children, but Ron, you’ve always held a very special place in my heart. If I’d ever had a son, I would have wanted him to be just like you.”

Unsure of just what to say, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. Mindful of the lipstick she was wearing, she kissed his cheek tenderly, trying not to leave an imprint on him. To her surprise, he kissed her as well; a soft, gentle kiss just under her jaw near her ear that sent a tingle running through her body. She sternly chided herself to keep her libido under control; that the placement of his kiss was simply awkward due to their height differences.

“Thank you, Melissa,” he said as he pulled back but still held on to her. “I can’t say that I’d necessarily want you as a mom, but you’d be a hell of a big sister.”

She pulled back as well, looking up into his face to answer with a mischievous smile. “I think I like just being your friend.”

At that moment, Ron’s older brother, Steven, walked by… or rather staggered by as he’d been drinking heavily. Seeing Ron and Melissa in each other’s arms, he clapped his youngest brother on the back.

“Hey, bro, good choice. Always best to lose your virginity taksim escort to an older woman. They got the experience to break you in right.”

Ron let go of Melissa and his face turned beet red. He wished that he were in a less well-lit environment so that she couldn’t see his embarrassment but not wanting his brother to know, he simply acted annoyed.

“Yeah, well, when it happens to you, come tell me about it but for now just go find some place far away to sober up.”

Steven was too far gone to truly understand the insult he’d just been handed and only registered his brother’s annoyance with him. However, he did wander off mumbling about how he was just trying to help.

Ron’s face was still slightly pink as he turned back to Melissa and he tried to think of some way to divert her attention from his brother’s taunt but it seemed he’d used up his quota of glib remarks. She, however, misinterpreted his reaction and tried to ease his discomfort.

“Wow, he is really three sheets to the wind. You might want to keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn’t try to drive anywhere tonight. The ER is going to be busy enough with seniors who are partying irresponsibly. They don’t need another patient.”

“Yeah,” he said absentmindedly. “I’ll make sure my parents are clued in.”

She looked off into the distance as memories of years gone by came back to her. “When I worked at the hospital, I always hated graduation night. Teenagers think they’re immortal anyway and the day they get that diploma, it just gets worse.”

She pulled her attention back to the present and looked up at Ron intently. “You’re not planning on doing anything stupid tonight are you?” she nearly demanded.

A few moments ago, his thoughts about what might happen later in the evening could definitely classify as ‘stupid’ but not in the way that he knew she was thinking.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to go out and get drunk or anything like that.”

“Swear it!” she demanded.

He placed one hand on her forehead, a gesture that they’d shared for years when making solemn vows to each other. “I swear on your head.”

They shared a conspiratorial smile in memory of all the promises they’d made to each other over the years, sealing each deal with the same ritual.

“Thank you, Ron. I’ll sleep better tonight knowing you’re not out among the crazy people.”

“I won’t do anything you have to worry about.”

“Good,” she stood on tiptoe and kissed his cheek again, this time very quickly before stepping away. “I should go. I promised your folks I’d help with the clean up.”

“Thanks again for the presents. Melissa.”

“Use them wisely,” she added as she turned to go into the house.

“Maybe I could come over some time this summer and you could teach me how,” he called after her.

She merely smiled as she looked back over her shoulder at him while she walked away. Ron drank in the sight of her until the she walked out of the illumination provided by the landscape lighting. The skirt of her cotton sundress moved gently in the evening breeze and he stared at her hips as the fabric emphasized their movement. He looked in the opened box at the brush she’d given him and wondered what it would be like to use it on her. Though she’d always been the one to administer the spankings to him, he wondered if she’d like to have the tables turned on her.

That night, as he tossed and turned in bed trying to sleep, he found his thoughts fixated on the events of the day. Graduating high school was actually at the bottom of the list. Granted it was nice to see his diploma with his Honors Seal on it because it was tangible evidence of all the hard work he put in through the years. Mostly his thoughts revolved around his brother’s taunt. He knew he never should have said anything to Steven about still being a virgin. Not that he was ashamed of the fact that he hadn’t yet done the deed and it certainly wasn’t for lack of opportunity. He had that wonderful combination of brains and good looks that made him a magnet for young women everywhere.

He remembered talking to Melissa about it when the pressure seemed to be tremendously high. She told him she couldn’t, in good conscience, tell him to wait until marriage since she hadn’t but she did say that she felt sex was something that should be saved for someone you truly loved. Then she added that most sixteen-year-olds weren’t mature enough to really experience the kind of love and respect that such an act required. ‘You can have sex a lot of times over the course of your life,’ she’d said, ‘but you can only do it for the first time once. Call me old fashioned, but I think that your first time partner should be someone extremely special.’ Two years later he still thought it was good advice.

This night, he thought more about it. Though it really hadn’t bothered him that he’d graduated a virgin (in fact, it was an accomplishment that he felt few of his classmates could claim), it did make him consider just who in his life was special enough istanbul escort to share that moment with. Oh he’d had several girlfriends over the years but since he knew he’d be going to college and making an even wider circle of friends, he avoided getting too closely attached to any one of them. As Steven’s words spun round in his brain again he thought more about Melissa. If there was anyone, outside of his family, who was more special to him than she was, he couldn’t think of who it would be.

Ever since she’d jacked him off during a particularly wicked spanking last fall, he’d looked at her in a different light. Even though she’d been very matter of fact when she’d done it, it had still made him have an incredibly hard orgasm, harder and longer than any he had while just masturbating and fantasizing about her. There was something about her touch. Steven was right. She had the touch of an experienced woman and he was beginning to get hard just thinking about it.

A sound outside his window interrupted his ruminations. He listened carefully and identified it as someone getting into a car. The engine roared to life and then idled for a few minutes. Ron couldn’t think who would be parked on the street so late at night so he went to the window to investigate. In the dim light, it was difficult to see but seconds later the car pulled away from the curb at a safe speed so he didn’t think any more about it. What caught his eye, however, was that as the car left its parking spot, Melissa’s porch light went out and seconds later the light in her bedroom turned on.

As he glanced at the clock, he thought it was awfully late for someone to be leaving Melissa’s house, then realized that his mind had made wild supposition. More likely she had just gotten up to see what the noise was about as well. Even though he knew he should get back to bed, he stayed at the window and watched her house, imagining how she would look right now. When he stayed with her in the fall, there were few constraints between them so he knew exactly what she looked like when she went to bed and when she got up. He knew that she favored satiny nightgowns that fell to mid-thigh. He knew that she had a nightly ritual of washing her face, brushing her teeth and applying, as she called them, her various fountain-of-youth potions. In the morning, she would twist her long, wavy auburn hair and secure it to the back of her head with a large clip until she took her shower.

He could almost visualize her now and as that mental picture made his young cock twitch again, he had to admit that there was nothing he wanted more than to hold her tightly and fuck her hard and deep. He sighed as he acknowledged what a pipedream it was. Melissa wouldn’t even look twice at him. He was too young and too familiar. Besides, despite giving her a kiss that should have given her some idea of how he felt, she said he was like a son to her and that she’d be happy just being friends. On the other hand, she wasn’t the one who pulled away from their embrace when Steven came along and he had noticed her looking at him at various times through the night as they were cleaning up after the party. There was a softness in her gaze that he’d never seen before.

“No guts, no glory.”

Ron spun away from the window to see who was speaking to him but found he was still alone in his room. Where had the voice come from? The last time he’d heard those words was just seconds before executing a very bold play on the basketball court which had won the game and sent the team further on in the tournament. He supposed it didn’t take a rocket scientist to determine why the phrase was coming back to him now. One more look through the window confirmed that Melissa’s bedroom light was still on. While he supposed she could have fallen asleep like that, something told him it was likely that she was still up. Before he could chicken out, he picked up the cordless phone from the nightstand by his bed and dialed Melissa’s number.

The night had been an emotional roller coaster for Melissa. She tactfully declined the invitation to attend the graduation ceremony because she knew she’d be as weepy as Ron’s mother, if not more so. When she told Ron that he was special in her heart, she felt like it was such an understatement. From the moment she laid eyes on the brown haired toddler, she was besotted. When she and Roger had talked about starting a family, she told him that she was afraid that she’d have a son who couldn’t live up to Ron’s young reputation. He chuckled at her and told her that he had faith in their parenting abilities and that their children would turn out just fine.

She volunteered to stay at the Matthews’ house and get things ready for the party while Ron’s family was at the ceremony and doing so gave her time to wander around Ron’s room. She smiled and idly ran her fingers over the various basketball tournament trophies he’d won. How empty the neighborhood would be once he went to college. She made a mental note to talk to the guys at the fire station about çapa escort getting help with her yard work this fall as well as snow removal. Ever since Roger died, his fellow firefighters were always there for her to help with any need she had. Over the past several years, though, Ron had been the one to mow her lawn and keep her driveway and walk shoveled. She smiled at the thought of her graduation gift to him. For six years she had tried to pay him for his labors and he always declined saying he did it out of friendship. So instead she set aside his “wages” and when the time came, she used them to purchase a giftcard at a large discount store and attach it to a maple bathbrush. It was identical to the one she used and hoped it would be a fond reminder of the times they’d spent together.

Once everything was ready for the party, she had a few moments to sit down and think. She recalled the two spankings she gave him when he stayed with her in October. The first time was a real eye-opener for her. Though she’d seen Ron grow up before her eyes, she hadn’t thought about all the ramifications of ‘growing up’ until it was presented to her very blatantly. Without thinking about it, she’d taken down his pants to spank his bare butt and there she found a penis that was very large and thick even though it wasn’t erect. She was so angry and disappointed in Ron that she didn’t really think about it until two weeks later when she had to paddle him again.

The second time she couldn’t ignore it. She was shocked that he’d be aroused at the thought of a spanking, especially one as severe as he had to know he was going to get but she hoped she covered her surprise well. As if that weren’t enough he was still erect even after some time in the corner and at that point she had to wonder if his excitement was caused by the spanking or if he was harboring some sort of feelings for her. She knew that the feeling of him squirming over her lap had made her rather excited but that wasn’t a painful situation for her like it was for him.

In retrospect, giving him the hand-job probably wasn’t the best idea but she couldn’t help herself. She was by no means celibate but the thought of even touching such a long hard, cock was absolutely irresistible. She tried to cover her desire with a humiliating lecture but as she looked back on it, she realized that he probably hadn’t heard a word of it. He was busy enjoying the sensations as much as she was.

Melissa let out a soft sigh as she heard the noise of Ron’s car coming into the driveway. Until now she managed to stifle the memory of those wonderful four weeks of him living under her roof. He didn’t realize just how much pleasure she got from having a companion to talk to and share meals with nor did he know how much she treasured the moments when he would really open up to her about things that bothered him. Of course, the quick glimpses of his naked body as he would run across the hall from the bathroom to the guestroom after a shower were just icing on the cake.

Now he had graduated and in a few short months would be moving away. She had to get used to the idea that she would be seeing less and less of him, which is the way it should be. A noise from the street caught her attention. The party must certainly be over by now, she thought, but curiosity led her to the living room to turn on the porch light and look out the bay window. She saw someone get into a car parked in front of the Matthews’ home and heard the engine roar to life. She watched for a few moments until the car pulled away from the curb and once her curiosity was satisfied she turned off the porch light and returned to the bedroom.

She flipped on the lamp when she got back into bed. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep easily, she picked up a book from the nightstand and started reading. Just as she began to get wrapped up in the story of mystery and intrigue her phone rang; startling her so badly that she nearly jumped out of the bed. She did fumble with the phone for a moment before she could answer.

“Hello?”

“Melissa, it’s Ron.”

“Ron? What’s wrong? Where are you? Are you in trouble?”

Melissa’s mind usually ran to worst case scenarios and assumed that the situation must be dire if he was calling her in the middle of the night.

“I’m fine. I’m at home and I’m not in trouble.”

The news didn’t stop Melissa’s heart from racing.

“Then what’s up?”

“Well, uh, I was having trouble sleeping and I saw your lights were on and I was hoping I’d be able to come over and talk to you.”

Melissa checked the clock by the bed. Granted, she didn’t have to be up at a particular time to go to a job but still it was the dead of night.

“I don’t suppose this could wait until the daylight hours,” she suggested.

While he knew that technically it could wait, he feared that if he delayed, he would chicken out.

“If you don’t mind, I’d really rather do this now.”

Melissa stifled a yawn. She supposed in the grand scheme of things, she had come to rely on him more than the reverse so it wouldn’t hurt to give in to his request. She also knew that as he got older, he made few requests of her and assumed that whatever was on his mind must be pretty important if he wanted to talk about it at 2:00am.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Categories: Uncategorized Tags: Etiketler: david gina, first time girl - girl sex, hey missy, sir hand, worn-out engine

istanbul travesti istanbul travesti istanbul travesti ankara travesti Moda Melanj kuşadası escort bayan çankaya escort mecidiyeköy escort beylikdüzü escort istanbul escort ankara escort bayan Hacklink Hacklink panel Hacklink panel bursa escort ankara escort Ankara escort bayan Ankara Escort Ankara Escort Rus Escort Eryaman Escort Etlik Escort Sincan Escort Çankaya Escort hurilerim.com Escort Antalya Escort Alanya Escort Antalya Merkez Escort Antalya Otele Gelen Escort Antalya Rus Escort Belek Escort Fethiye Escort Kemer Escort Kepez Escort Konyaaltı Escort beylikdüzü escort antalya rus escort escort keçiören escort etlik escort çankaya escort mamasiki.com bucur.net hayvanca.net lazimlik.net cidden.net Escort bayan Escort bayan escortsme.com anadoluyakasikadin.com kadikoykadin.com atasehirkadin.com umraniyekadin.com bostancikadin.com maltepekadin.com pendikkadin.com kurtkoykadin.com kartalkadin.com istanbulspor.net şişli escort istanbul escort mecidiyeköy escort beşiktaş escort taksim escort fındıkzade escort çapa escort fatih escort topkapı escort escort şişli escort bayan bayrampaşa escort merter escort escort mecidiyeköy bursa escort warez forum Bonus veren siteler Bonus veren siteler ankara travesti By Casino bursa escort görükle escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort ankara escort kayseri escort kuşadası escort kocaeli escort konya escort kütahya escort manisa escort mardin escort mersin escort muğla escort nevşehir escort rize escort sakarya escort samsun escort şanlıurfa escort sivas escort tekirdağ escort trabzon escort tunceli escort uşak escort van escort yalova escort çorlu escort gebze escort gümüşhane escort izmir escort kilis escort kırklareli escort karabük escort karaman escort kars escort kıbrıs escort kırşehir escort malatya escort niğde escort ordu escort osmaniye escort sinop escort tokat escort yozgat escort zonguldak escort