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Because you are one of our most important clients, I know that it is important to make sure you have a very good time at our year-end holiday party. During the cocktail hour, we have a couple of drinks and chat. My husband and your date are there – we’re all enjoying the evening. On a few different occasions, I notice you looking at me with a lingering glance…and you make it clear to me that you like what you see.

During the dinner, you are seated next to me – our dates on either side and several others around the rest of the table. We continue talking…flirting shamelessly…but all in the name of good customer relations. A couple of times during the meal, our fingers accidentally brush against each other as we reach for something at the same time – each time we touch, it sends delicious shivers through my body.

After dinner, the president gets up to give a year-end speech – the lights dim for his presentation. As soon as the lights go down, I can feel you hand move below the table. And then suddenly, I feel your hand on my thigh…resting at the hem of my dress. After just a second – I feel you slide your fingers under the edge of the fabric and pause again at the top of my thigh high stocking.

You shoot me a glance when you hear me breathe in quickly – clearly surprised by your brazen touch, but not at all unhappy about it. Your fingers begin to stroke the soft skin on my thighs… dropping to the inside of my thigh and moving higher. You can tell that my breathing has quickened and I shift slightly in my chair to part my thighs for you.

You fingers finally reach high enough so that the tips are brushing against my panties. You rub your fingers across the silky fabric – teasing my clit by pressing your fingers against it through my panties. I squirm – trying to not draw attention to what you are doing to me in the darkened room. You feel me rock my hips forward a little bit to press against your fingers. You can feel how damp my panties are already.

You quickly slide your fingers under my panties and slide one right into my pussy – I am so wet that there is no resistance. You feel me shudder a bit, trying to maintain control and you slide it in and out – finger fucking me right there in front of the whole company. Suddenly, the room begins to applaud something in the speech and your hand quickly leaves so that you can clap, too.

As the applause dies down, you look over at me and you can see that I’m flushed and a little bit breathless. I return your gaze and you raise the fingers that were just fingering me to your nose and you sniff… and then smile wickedly at me.

I can’t concentrate on anything going on in the room, but I do notice that bursa eskort your hand slides into the pocket of your jacket. You take out your coat check ticket and you lay it on the table in front of us and nod. The message is clear – meet you at the coat check. I lean over to my husband and whisper that I’m going to the ladies room. I make my way to the back of the ballroom – my heart pounding in my chest…my pussy throbbing lightly, knowing what is to come.

I walk like I’m going to the restroom, but then quickly turn in the direction of the coat check. Within a few seconds, you are striding out of the ballroom and walking quickly towards me. Without saying a word, you take me by the arm and pull me into the coat closet. The coat check clerk is nowhere to be found and as soon as we are inside the closet, you pull me to you roughly and plant a deep, hot, searing kiss on my lips. We kiss passionately – hands pulling each other closer, your hand on the back of my head, holding me in place while our tongues explore each other’s mouths.

My hands move down your body until I feel your hard cock through your pants. My hand wraps around your shaft and I slide my hand up and down – squeezing just a little to feel how big and how hard you are. You break our kiss and groan deeply…reaching for my tits and squeezing – pinching my hard nipples through my dress.

I close my eyes and moan as I feel the effects of your pinch on my tits all the way down in my clit. You reach under my dress and push my bra aside, so that my breasts spill out, exposed. You bend your head down to suck and lick each nipple – lightly biting and making them even harder as I continue to stroke your cock through your pants.

Then you raise your head and whisper roughly “Do you like my cock, you little slut?”

“Yes.” I whisper lustfully and my eyes drop to see you reach down to undo your pants.

You pull your cock out and say, “Suck my cock, you horny fucking slut.”

I immediately go down on my knees…my tits still spilling out of my dress…as I take your fat cock in my hand and rub the precum over the head. I lick my lips in anticipation as my hand slides down your shaft – rubbing in all of your precum.

“Suck it”, you say hoarsely, “Suck my fucking cock.”

Needing no more encouragement, I open my mouth and slide the head of your cock onto my lips, flicking the underside with my tongue as my lips close around your cock and I slowly suck you into my mouth. I continue to move my way slowly down your shaft as you look down and see my lips stretched around your shaft.

You moan as I take you all the way into my mouth, the head of your cock sliding down my throat. bursa escort bayan I hold there for a few seconds, sucking so you can feel it all the way up your cock. Then I slide my mouth back, licking my way back until the head is at my lips again. You have enough of the teasing and I feel your hand on my head, pushing it up and down your cock. All the time I’m sucking and licking, you keep telling me how sexy I look with your cock sliding in and out of my mouth, my tits hanging out of my slutty dress.

Eventually, you take your cock out of my mouth and ask me if I’m ready to get fucked. I wrap my arms around your neck and kiss you deeply so that you can see how I taste after sucking your cock.

As we break the kiss, I whisper “I need to feel you inside of me so bad – please, fuck me now.”

You reach behind you and pull forward the folding chair that the coat check clerk used to sit while waiting for people to retrieve their coats. You sit down – your pants around your ankles – your hard cock stiff, waiting for me to ride. I pull my dress over my head and then slide my panties down and off so I’m standing before you wearing only my bra, thigh highs and stilettos.

I straddle your hips, facing you, pushing my tits toward your mouth so that you can suck them while I fuck your cock. I lower myself until the head of your cock is right at the opening of my pussy. You have your cock in your hand guiding it toward me when you stop to tap the head against my swollen clit. The feel of your cock head rubbing against me makes me moan and push my hips – wordlessly telling you how much I want you to fuck my hot pussy.

You position the head of your cock at the opening of my pussy and then move your hand to my hip where you push me down hard so that your cock in buried in my cunt in one fast, hard movement. I cry out because it feels so fantastic to feel you all the way inside of my pussy. And then I begin to ride you…sliding up and down on your shaft, raising and lowering myself on your dick….my tits bouncing as I move.

You continue to hold my hips – pushing me hard – telling me how much you love to see my pussy stretched around your cock. We fuck for a few more minutes like this – our skin slapping against each other as I ride you hard. You pinching my nipples and fingering my clit as we fuck. Then I slow down my pace and tell you that I need to be fucked really hard like a cheap, slutty whore.

You stand up and we move – you don’t say a word, you just push on my back to let me know to bend over. I hold onto the chair for support as you run your hands over my ass, slapping it and making it hot and red, as I cry out with görükle escort a mix of pain and pleasure. You then rub your cock up and down my slit, getting it wet from my hot pussy juice that has been flowing.

Without a word or even a tease with your finger, you slide your cock into my tight little asshole. I arch my back and cry out – it hurts so exquisitely – that enticing mix of intense pleasure with just the right amount of pain. With my back arched, you reach out and grab me by the hair – pulling my head back further as you start sliding your cock in and out of my ass – faster, harder.

“Finger fuck your cunt, you horny slut” you tell me roughly as you fuck me hard.

You slam against my ass with your body…you watch my ass shake every time you slam your cock into me. I slide two fingers into my pussy and press my thumb against my clit as you fuck me. I can’t help but moan and cry out with the intense pleasure I’m getting from feeling your fat cock stretch my tight asshole. The whole time, you are telling me what a hot fucking ass I have, what a good little slut I am and how hard I make you.

Hearing all of these things and feeling you fuck me so thoroughly, it doesn’t take long before I feel my orgasm building…rushing like a freight train, I cry out as it washes over me and makes my pussy clamp down on my fingers.

“Oh fuck, yes…keep fucking my asshole.” I cry out as I cum hard and feel my pussy juice flowing out of my cunt.

Hearing my words and feeling me cum on your thick cock has the desired effect on you and you tell me that you are going to cum. You pull out of my ass and push me down on my knees again…you standing right in front of me with your hard cock in your hand.

As your hand moves up and down your shaft, my hand reaches underneath the tease your balls with my fingertips before I slide my long, slender middle finger into your hot, waiting asshole. You moan deeply as I slide my finger in and out of your ass and I lick my lips, waiting for your cum. You keep stroking, faster now….until you finally shoot your thick ropes of your cum shoot all over my tits. Your cum drips from my nipples onto my stomach and my thighs. You rub the sensitive head of your cock against my hard nipples – rubbing the cum into my skin. As you pull back a little, there is a line of cum from the tip of your cock to my tits. I smile up at you as I scoop some of your cum off my nipples and lick it hungrily from my fingers.

You tell me to get myself cleaned up and while I’m pulling myself together, you’re telling me what a hot little cumslut I am. As we begin to dress ourselves, I reach out to kiss you again and you can still taste your cum on my lips. And we smile at each other devilishly before we leave the coat check stand and walk, separately, back into the ballroom where my husband and your date are waiting – clueless to the hot fuck we just shared. And needless to say, we’ll be seeing more of your business at the bank next year.

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Lust, Like Thirst: 1 La Guitarra

These 3 stories are about sexuality and our desires for it. They explore bisexuality, homosexuality, and heterosexuality. They are not about judgments of sexual preference, but about our seeming insatiable desires regarding sex. If you have certain hangups, fine. These stories are not for masturbation. I would greatly appreciate your comments and votes. ]

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I am sitting in a Starbuck’s, trying to drink coffee from the cup shaking in my hands. I don’t remember being this nervous about anything.

[author, why am i such a dolt at the beginning of every story you put me in? can’t i for once, just once, be a strong character from the get-go?

development, michael. it’s called character development. you’re a main character and main characters always must change in a story. sometimes they get better. sometimes not. maybe you are starting strong and you’ll became more of a dolt! we’ll see.]

I had met Roberto online in a “bi-4-bi” chatroom. He was easy to talk to, had a great sense of humor. We enjoyed many of the same interests. We’re both in our early 50s. He’s married; I’m divorced, maybe looking. But mostly, we weren’t online to discuss cooking or Spanish music or life in the suburbs. We both really wanted to suck cock. We each had dreamed off and on about it much of our lives, fantasized about it, swapped pictures of men sucking men nine ways to Sunday

We exchanged photos of each other. He wasn’t the “hot shit” looker of my dreams, but he wasn’t bad. 5’11”, 180 pounds. In decent shape for our age. I’m sure I wasn’t the spicy chorizo he had imagined in his fantasies either! I’m an inch shorter and 15 pounds lighter. I am “muy blanco,” not a Latin lover he might prefer! I lift weights but am not a bodybuilder. Just enough for some tone. Most people who don’t know me think I’m in my mid-40s. Neither of us had wanted a “pick-up and suck” experience.

That must be him, I think. He said he’d wear a black leather jacket and jeans. Yeah, he looks like his picture, better looking in person. I look at his ass. A lot better looking in person. That’ll be a nice ass to hold onto, I think. I told him to look for a guy in black jeans and black western boots with chains. Long brownish-blond hair. Still got a little hippie in me! Got gassed by Daley’s pigs in Grant Park in 1968.

As he waits for his order, he looks around the cafe. I don’t know whether to wave or let him find me. I look at him, willing him to see me. He does, and nods his head in recognition. Shit! I can hardly breathe! Was I ever this nervous with a woman? Maybe. I watch as he approaches my table. He is not wearing underwear, his cock tucked down the left side of his levis.

“Hello, Michael,” he says quietly with a smile, sitting down.

“Buenos Dios, Roberto!” I clumsily say, trying to rolls my R’s. Nothing in our chats indicated he spoke Spanish regularly, though he has mentioned visiting relatives in Puerta Vallarta and eating pollo de mole at Las Cazuelas. He looked of mixed blood in his photo.

“Nice boots, Michael!” he says. “Muy caliente!” I’m sure I blush. He laughs. I lift my cup and my hand shakes so much half the coffee spills on my lap. He laughs again.

“If we were at my house, I’d lick you clean!” I feel a tingle in my crotch.

[he’s a nice guy. he’s trying to make you relax, michael. let the story unfold.

jesus, author, i’m 54 years old, never been sexual with a man, and you tell me to relax! you fucking try it!

i did. relax.]

We make small talk. No, the Cubs will not win a fucking thing, again. Yes, it’s been a sweltering summer-and my lawn crunches beneath my feet. His brown eyes sparkle. He tries to be light and I am sodden. If this is an interview, I am not going to get the job. I answer his questions in monosyllables. I look away from him. I am lukewarm and flat, a bottle of cerveza in the sun.

“Can we walk, Roberto? I need to walk these nerves off.” He understands. We take our coffee outside.

“Roberto, I’m sorry. I’m a much nicer person than I am showing you now,” I say as we walk.

“I know you are, Michael. From our chats. I am quaking too, inside. Look, I think we know what we want to about each other. We’re already friends, sort of. We both like to cook. We like blues and flamenco guitar. I still like soccer much more than you. I will change your mind! Now, we’ve met. Why don’t we just suck each other like we say we want to?”

I stop and look at him. So nice and simple. No courting. No notes or flowers or conversations filled with innuendo. No parry and thrust. I smile.

“I cannot wait! Really!” I say. I mean it. “Nice ass, Roberto. Very nice ass!” I think he also blushes, but he is darkened from the summer sun.

“Wear those boots, Gringo. You’re really sexy in them!” I never thought a man saying that would get me excited, but we part and I am half hard. A good sign.

His wife knows he thinks he is bi. She understands, bursa escort he said, knows something about lust herself. So far it is all just talk, hypothetical; he does not know how she will react when his desires become reality. Fuck, he says, neither does he. They have been married only a year. Her ex-husband, Bret, taught business at the University of Wisconsin. He was bisexual as well. She has told Roberto she would rather have him use their house than go to some motel or the back of a van. She is a wonderful woman, he has told me, a spiritual, sensual, beautiful woman. His bi desires do not relfect on his feelings toward her. They have a good sex life. He and I just crave cock.

I arrive at his house around 10 o’clock that night. His wife usually goes to bed around 9:30. As I walk up the front stairs, the door opens. He is waiting for me. We exchange quiet hellos and he asks me to follow him to the basement. There is the faint smell of poblanos and cumin from dinner. The basement is a very nice room with a fireplace, burgundy-leather sofa, pool table. A beautiful print of Bosch’s “The Ship of Fools” hangs on one wall. I see a weight machine in a corner and family photos on another wall. He has three daughters from his previous marriage, all grown. Two are married. He wants grandkids. I avoid looking at the pictures. That is his real life. I will never be part of it. I walk up to a Conde Hermanos flamenco guitar propped against a chair. I have heard that it reveals the voices of angels.

“Yours?” I ask.

“Si, though I am not too good. Not enough time to practice. I play for the family on holidays.”

Since this morning, I have settled down and simply just want him. I move to him and pull up on his t-shirt and he helps me pull it off. He is hairier than my fantasy, but as I rub his chest, he feels pleasantly furry. I bend to suck his nipples. His chest is firm, though not hard-there is just enough give for me to enjoy his breast. His nipples are hard and he moans as I suck and lick them. I have begun to have sex with a man. No turning back, now. Don’t want to.

In our chats, we agreed we didn’t really want any of that “faggy stuff”-kissing, hugging, necking. I drop to my knees and undo his pants, pull them down, and help him out of them. I stare at the outline of his cock in his red satin thong. I kiss it and lightly bite it. Fuck, this isn’t what I came here for! I pull his thong down hard and I am finally fucking face-to-face with what I have craved. I grab Roberto by the hips and I slurp him into my mouth. Oh, God, yes! He moans. I moan. Within seconds, I begin to feel the blood flow into him. I move my hands to that sweet ass and push him toward me, push his cock farther in, push his groin against my head. His hands are behind me, just holding me, forcing nothing. I suck his cock eagerly, perhaps a bit too fast.

We had both joked about how women neglect balls, so I move to his. They are giant cojones! I raise his cock and lift his balls with my tongue. They are incredibly heavy and hang low. I had told him I thought about wanting to suck on low-hanging balls. His email said I would not be disappointed. I suck each into my mouth and lick them, roll them around, feeling their gravity. I hope they are filled to the brim with cum. Roberto arches back and moans. He caresses my head. Then he lifts up under my shoulders, raising me. I do not want to. I want to suck him right here, now, and mouth-fuck his brains out!

“Bueno, Miguel! Great!” he chuckles a little. “Now, let me suck you.”

Roberto unbuttons my shirt and I become nervous again. My fantasies never involved a man doing me. They were always of me sucking. He lets my shirt drop to the floor and he draws me to him. Bare chest to chest. He is hot, his hard nipples heat mine. I reach behind him and press him to me. Both of us start breathing fast. I relax to him.

He sucks my nipples and I moan. I love watching him lick them and kiss them, suck them into his mouth. He moves up my chest, continuing to kiss and suck my skin. He reaches my neck and kisses me there, all over. I grind my hips into his and Roberto presses back. I feel his rock-cock twitch against me.

“Sit on the sofa, Miguel, por favor,” he says leading me there. When I am sitting, he kneels in front of me, lifts each leg, and removes my boots. He then reaches for my pants, unbuckles the silver concho, unzips me, and pulls them down. I arch back and wiggle my ass. I did not bother wearing underwear. He then helps me put my boots back on.

“You are so hot and sexy naked in these boots, Miguel! Grind them into my back as I suck you hard!” He puts his arms under my thighs and pulls me to the sofa’s edge. He blows on my cock and balls and licks at them.

“”You are a sexy suck-boy! I am going to make you feel like a sexy suck-boy!”

He sucks my semi-hard cock and bobs on it, licking its underside. Licking it dozens of times, coaxing blood to fill it. I dig my boots into his shoulders, bursa escort pulling him to me, and Roberto growls, sucks harder. He grasps my sack and pulls my balls into a tight mound, and sucks them, kisses them, blows on them. I dig deeper and harder into his back. I arch up, thrusting into him. He takes me easy and growls again. He tongues underneath my balls, follows my erection to its source. We had laughed online when we talked about our sizes. When I asked how big his erection is, he asked “Which one? The one a man measures or the one a man feels?”

I am close to cumming and do not want to and do want to and don’t want to. I not only love Roberto’s suck and want it to continue for much longer, but I want to finish him before I cum, because after I cum all sexual desire leaves me. I want to keep my sexual desire for Roberto so I can suck him with wanting, not from a feeling of reciprocation.

I remove my legs from his back and sit up. He looks surprised, wonders if he did something wrong. I hold his head and then I kiss him lightly on the forehead.

“I am too close too fast, Roberto. If you want to finish me, then do. But I would like to take your load first.”

“Si. I remember what you have said. I want to finish you, but I can wait. I will finish you later, Miguel. I will have your cum in me tonight!”

I stand and Roberto lays stretched on the sofa, his bronzed skin almost melting into the leather. He looks handsome and masculine, his cock laying to one side. I take a mental picture of this-I want to remember how we two virgins looked, never to look quite this way again. Then I lower myself to my knees, suck his right tit, and quickly work to his groin. I suck his cock into me and I groan. It is hot. I suck until he is steel-hard, letting him thrust up into me. He turns on his side. I lick the shaft, following each bulging vein as it criss-crosses him, firming him into rigid heated flesh. Cupping his balls in one hand, I hold his cock with the other. I impale my head on it, go fucking crazy bobbing on it. Sucking hard, not sucking at all, letting his silky skin tingle my lips. His moans tell me my suck is good. I lie flat on my back and pull him off the sofa, suck him into me again. Now, the curve of his cock matches my throat and I take him in completely. He senses the fit, and begins to fuck my face, his heavy balls gently pressed to my nose. I hold his hips as he glides in and out of my mouth. I reach around to grab his tight ass and feel his muscles tense and relax as he fucks my throat. He is fucking me faster and faster and I sense he will cum soon.

“I want you, Roberto, me on my knees. You standing. I want you to grab my head and fuck me!” He laughs and stands as I kneel before him. “Si, I know, ‘fuck my face’!” He grabs my head. I reach and clasp his ass and pull him to me. He plunges in and I become a suck machine, letting him pump me with his cock. I am so hot and I can barely breathe. His ass becomes a heated machine. My cheeks are sunken from my hard suck. My lips burn, and I release more spit to help his glide.

Then, there’s the one thrust-the one I know that just sent the signal to his brain. He holds my head tightly and firmly. He does not announce it. I lick his glans. He spurts. Three or four hit my throat, hot jizz pulsing into me. I do not swallow. I am surprised I do not choke or gag. More cum gushes onto my tongue. He is salty. His groan is from deep within, and long. More cum gushes out as I suck. More, a little more, a little more, a little more, altogether, a lot…and he is done. Another groan as he releases me. I milk him and lick the drops that emerge. He pulls out of me. Then, I swallow Roberto’s seed and feel I have never tasted or felt anything so wonderful as it slides down my throat.

“Yes!” I quietly say, in a quivering voice, relieved, pleased, happy.

“Que?” he asks.

“All these weeks of fucking talking about it and you came in my mouth and down my throat so nice and easy.” I stand. “You taste better than anyone could write about!”

[you should have let me do this about ten years ago, author, this bisexuality. i would’ve been a much more versatile character in your stories!

you couldn’t have done this ten years ago, michael, because i hadn’t done it ten years ago! are you getting the picture? michael, sometimes you whine so, even when my life for you is good! especially when my life for you is good!]

“Now it is my turn!” he says. He pushes me down on the couch and sucks me as before, spreading my legs wide, with my boots digging into his back. I dig them into him and he leans forward. I know how to make Roberto growl now! He sucks me wildly and eagerly, never stopping except to work on my balls. My mind is still caught up in his cumming that I can barely feel what he is doing. I look down and see this hot guy sucking me, bobbing his head over and over, rubbing his tongue under my cock, and I feel a crescendo of cum building inside. bursa eskort I use my legs to pull him forward, my heels in his shoulder blades helping him pump his head on me. He grabs under my ass and massges it with his strong hands, uses it to pump his face with me. He holds me down his throat and I exhale loudly. I cum…and cum…and cum. I feel like I’m peeing cum. It’s leaving me not in spurts but in a continuous flow. I see stars. I picture my cock shooting my cum into his mouth, him swallowing, tasting me, enjoying me.

We remain in our positions, quiet. He rises and stands in front of me.

“Michael,” he gasps to say, then stops. “Miguel….” He still cannot find words. “Muy…muy bien!” he says with a light laugh and puts his hand on top of my head. He sort of stumbles and falls down next to me. “Your cock is el grande, Miguel! Mucho cum! I thought I might drown!”

We catch our breaths.

“Want a Dos Equis, Miguel? Cerveza Fria?”

“Oh, God, yes. Si! That would be great!”

We walk to the fridge and he pops the caps off two bottles. “Come with me,” he says and I follow into another, smaller room. There is a hot tub. I remove my boots and we get in. The water feels like hot silk.

“To your sexy, hot yanqui bod!” Roberto clinks his bottle to mine. “To your big burrito!” I say, and we laugh and chug the beer down, all the way, without stopping. It is so cold, so bubbly, so good. We belch, and laugh.

We just sit there, our elbows on the edge. I replay the thousand sensations-the nervousness, the wanting, the skin upon skin, mouth to cock, cock to mouth, the creamy saltiness of him, hot water, cold beer.

I move in front of Roberto and kneel between his legs. “I want you to fuck me, Roberto. I want your hot cock in me, fucking me, grinding into me, shooting more cum into me. Will you? When you are ready?”

He does not answer. We did not talk much about fucking, only sucking. He cups his hands to my ass and moves one finger to my hole. He begins inserting it and I push my ass down against it. He pushes deeper and I squirm on it. “Fuck me, please, Roberto. I am selfish. I am ready to have you there.”

He still does not answer. Maybe I am stepping over the line, this first time. Maybe the sucking is enough, is supposed to be enough. I move across the tub, opposite him. It is a physical distance, but there is a greater mental distance. Finally, he wades over to me.

“Miguel. Si, I will fuck you, if that is what you want. It’s just that….” He pauses. “It’s just I do not want to be fucked back.”

I’m relieved. I tell him that is fine. I want to be fucked. I do not need to fuck back. Then he says, “I have not told you this. I did not want this to be part of our discussions before. You and I wanted to suck cock. That was our desire. We have done that, taken and swallowed each other’s seed.” Again he pauses to look for the words. “Today, I told Elena, my wife, that I had found a man to have sex with. I told her all about you, that you were handsome-for a gringo!” he laughs. “She said….”

I’m a little slow here, my mind hearing the words and trying to catch up to what they mean.

“Si, she would like to join us. I told her I wanted just you and me at first, but maybe…later in the evening…I would bring it up. It is your decision.”

I’m a bit stunned. This had never been part of my fantasy.

[author, couldn’t this just be a guy story? you know, two guys have sex and a good time, watch a little baseball or porn movie, shoot pool naked?

you were in a guy story, michael. don’t you remember ‘jacks of all trades’ about the male-bonding weekend? i think then you asked me where the fuck the broads were?]

“She is very pretty, Miguel,” Roberto adds. “I still stop and look at her beauty. But that is not where she is most beautiful!”

“And what does she want? To approve me? Stamp me with a seal? Is this fucking meet-the-wife night?” I yell, far too edgy. “I’m sorry, Roberto. Really sorry. I just wasn’t expecting anything like this! Why bring a woman into this?”

“It is hard to describe, Miguel. There is another dimension within her that I still cannot explain, even after a year with her. She is my mentor as well as my wife. I want to share her with you. It is, shall we say, a gift to you. She has asked me to bring her to you.” He is so sincere and tender. “She really does want to meet you!”

“Okay, Roberto.” Sometimes, letting things happen is best.

[you are learning now, michael. see, you aren’t the dolt you thought you were! still time, though!]

He towels off, puts on a robe, and goes upstairs. I walk over to the photos on the wall-the ones that were not supposed to become part of my life. There is one older picture in which all three daughters and what I guess is the mother stand before a Christmas tree. But that was twenty years ago. What is the new wife?

I feel uncomfortable standing naked in Roberto’s basement while he fetches his wife for a three-way or two-way or whatever is on their minds. I decide to return to the tub. I wade in, let the warmth overwhelm me, and lean back against the wall, closing my eyes. I hear Bach’s Chaconne in my memory. Andres Segovia. I drift off into my own world.

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“Bend over, pull up your skirt.”

After 25 years of marriage it’s hard to figure out the erotic. Even if you still like each other.

When Sharon and I started dating everything seemed to be on the table. Pretty much anything I asked, she tried.

I loved getting her totally naked, just looking at her.

“Why do you like this so much? I don’t know what you want me to do.”

“I’m a guy, I like naked. And I particularly like you naked.” She’d shrug and stand there –not with a particularly sexy stance– while I jerked off, with a somewhat bemused look. That was OK with me. I loved her slightly droopy big breasts, her wide, round derriere, and her thick patch of bush between her legs. Perfect, live, sexy wanking fodder. Yes, eventually she’d lie down next to me and I’d make her come to before we did the old PIV.

Leaning her over the couch arm, I’ll tug down her pants, feeling and licking her ass. She’d bleat a little, or maybe moan a half hearted, reluctant “no” while trying to cover up, but in the end I’d get a dab in.

Once, on a weekend away, we stopped for lunch at a diner. Afterwards, before we drove out of the parking lot, I said we ought to fuck.

“Here?! Where? We can’t exactly get naked in the back of the car.”

“You’re wearing a skirt. Slide onto my lap.”

“No! No way,” she cried. “People will see!”

“They will not, your skirt will cover us up. Now get over here and let me get empty this hard on inside of you.”

Like I say, ultimately back then Sharon was game. She hesitantly scrambled over, facing the windshield and getting tangled up in the steering wheel. I reached up her loose dress, moved her panties aside and slipped it in and started feeling her up. She was slow, unsure at first, but boy was her cooch tight. And wet. Super wet. Let me tell you, she came as hard as she ever came, and all these years later, she’ll still blurt out every once in a while “Remember that time we did it in the car?” That usually meant that she was ready to romp that minute. Not that I could ever get her to do it in the car again.

The really surprising thing to me was that she didn’t seem to mind that I was into porn, unlike every other woman I’d dated.

“We all have our dark sides Ronnie.” I’m not sure what she thought was dark about my jerking it to naked women fucking their hearts out, but to each her own.

So I’d messenger over a book of dirty illustrations from the middle ages or something (softer than I got off too, but just right for her delicate, feminist sensibilties), and that night we’d have a wonderful array of sexing in every position she could think of, and then some. Sharon didn’t like my admiration of naked photography so much over the years, but her initial openness was a good signal to me about who we could be together.

During our enduring marriage, we’d already tried most of the things that turn us both on and we’d already settled the issues of what didn’t really work for one or the other of us. We risked the rejection of telling each other (some of) our fantasies and come hard to the ones that had been accepted. We fucked like bunnies before kids, and now that they’re out of the house and have all the privacy in the world we’re a little too tired and depleted to be the acrobats you used to be.

But, we still love each other and totally want the joys of sexy coupling. What to do?

In my case, I was determined to move past the past. No doubt I was more randy than my wife, who was always struggling to get past the inhibitions instilled by a trying childhood. She could be good, giving and game whenever I asked for something, but I was just as sensitive when she felt she couldn’t comply with a kinky request. Maybe too sensitive to her hesitations. But I was committed to restarting our libidos.

During our last talk about our stilted sex life Sharon and I agreed something had to be done. We wanted the same things –to be loved, coveted, aroused, and fucked– and new we’d have to work on a plan. We tentatively agreed we needed to schedule things–that sounded oh so not sexy, but it worked out well in the end– and Sharon came to terms that she would be more open to some new things, even if she had to drink a little wine occasionally to get there. And so it began.

What did I want? You mean, besides everything? Well almost. Most of my requests were run of the mill kinks. I would have liked it if she had a Escort Pendik crazy request here and there, but I was resigned to that not happening and that I’d have to be the first mover. OK, but how was she going to react after being so vanilla all these years? I decided it was up to me to make sure she didn’t have a chance to back out. It was that simple.

At first, we took it easy. She loved her skin being rubbed so a back massage often became a prelude to the main event. For our “dates” I tried to mix it up. Sometimes, we’d make out in the living room and lose our clothes on the way to bed. Or, I’d insist that she get naked for me and start rubbing her pussy while I watched. She was super shy about it, but slowly she got comfortable coming in front of me rather than beside me.

All good, our engines were getting back up to speed. It was time for the next level.

“Why do you want me to do that?”

I’d just asked Sharon to bend over.

“I like your ass, I want to see it.”

“You know too well that it’s big and fat. And my granny pants make it look even bigger.”

“Do it Sharon, turn around hike up your skirt.” She played along. “Nice. Now, down with your pants. Slowly. Bend over. ”

“Ronnie! It’s embarrassing,” she said.

“You have such a nice crack, you don’t need to be ashamed of it. I want to see it.” She started to wrench them down.

“See, it’s a beautiful crack.”

“Don’t say that!” She started pulling them up. “Stop it!”

“You stop! I’m going to look at your ass as long as I want, and then I’m going to fuck your furry pussy -hard!– from behind.”

“Don’t. That’s dirty.”

“Your hairy, fuzzy pussy? That’s dirty? Not to me. It’s sexy.”

“You’re terrible.”

“Stand still missy. Let me luxuriate in your terrible, naked buns.”

Sharon froze, with half her rear end uncovered, her tail sticking out as lasciviously as an uptight woman could. But I think I spotted her cheeks starting to quiver just a little bit.

“Do you know I can smell your sex from here?” A low moan told me she could sniff it too. “You like that, don’t you? I can smell how much… You love that I’m going to plow into you when you can’t see me? That my dick is hard just looking at your trembling ass?” I moved toward her and loudly unzipped my pants, exposing my erection. “Spread your ass for me baby.”

“Oh God. Please Ronnie. Just stick it in and fuck me. I’ll like that, I’ll spread my cunt lips wide open and you can fuck me really deep.”

My inhaling of her sex scent was loud enough that she quitely moaned “stop” again. But she opened even more and pushed that ass back against me.

“Please, fuck me. Deeper. Ohhhh.” She was really shoving back, almost losing balance. “You can look at my crack all you want if you’ll just fuck my smelly pussy even harder. I like your hard dick in my cunt so much. Harder!” Her pussy was seeping. “I can feel you cock up to my throat, oh God, it feels so big. Make me cum Ronnie! Shoot your sticky cum up inside me!! Fuck my fucking fucked cunt!!”

Her whole body started quaking, almost uncontrollably. Her cries were ear splitting, she came and came and came again, and when I was done our juices were running down her legs. She was smiling as she rubbed them into her skin.

I told you we both wanted it.

…

Over the weeks we kept up our sex dates with increasing enthusiasm from both of us. Sometimes it was just a leisurely lay, but thanks to Sharon’s ability to orgasm over and over again, we could ramp things up to a progressively wetter and louder finish, with both our screams echoing everywhere at once, soaking our sheets through and through.

But, I wanted more.

Sharon was a bit more dubious (that pesky childhood), even though she recognized the benefits. Now that we’d settled into a groove –or maybe I’d settled into *her* groove, as it were (ouch!)– I became resolute about going further.

After a few weeks Sharon had started getting used to my “bend over, show me your tush” routine. Maybe she was even getting to like it? When our sexy time came, without asking she’d put herself in position and lift her skirts or push down her sexy, high waisted Mom jeans. One time, I figured I’d try and up the ante.

“What are you waiting for?” Her underpants were down around her knees, her butt was starting to shake, and her sex fragrances were wafting up. “Aren’t you hard yet?” She was impatient to get to the next round.

“Put your hands on your cheeks.” She did. “Open them, slowly, let me look in there.”

“Please don’t.” She let go. “I don’t want you to look.”

“Sharon!” I walked over to her.

“Ronnie! Can’t you just put it in? You don’t have to look at my butt hole to do that.” But she slowly opened up. “Stop!! What are you doing?! Don’t!”

I was gently running my finger up and down over her starfish.

“Why are you doing that? It feels funny. Please don’t touch me there!” She was getting all worked up.

Now I was lightly licking it. She almost jumped out of the way. “Cut it out!”

I grabbed onto her hips and held her tightly. “I’m going to hold on and keep licking until you calm down.” I reached around and touched her clit. “Your cunt is sopping. You like it more than you’re saying.”

“I do not! I don’t care how wet I am, I do not like your near my back door, you know that. I want you to st… Ow! Get out of there, I don’t like that! You know I don’t like that!!”

Like a lot of people, Sharon had a thing –not a good thing– about asses. I’d tried, but never gotten her to poke around mine. And it was always clear she didn’t want me anywhere near her asshole.

“Out, not in,” she’d say.

Now, the wet tip of my finger was rubbing around her ass, at the same time I put two others up front.

“But you like this, don’t you?” A nice whimper came out. “You like me massaging your pussy like this.” Her groan came from deep in her throat. “You’re leaking buckets. Doesn’t it feel good to have my fingers filling you up? All over?”

Neither of us could tell if she was shaking her head no or nodding it yes while I went deeper in both places.

“I’m going to keep rubbing you inside, verrrrryyyy sloooowwly,” I was moving in and out of both her holes, “verrrrryyyy sloooowwly, until you can’t stand it anymore and your whole body starts…”

All of a sudden her whole body slowly convulsed, her sounds were almost out of hearing range.

“Eeeeeeeiiiiiiiii. OHHHHHH, ohhhhh ohmygodRonnie! OhhhhhhHHHHH!!”

Soon we were both naked and and pounding each other like there was no tomorrow. I shot so hard I thought it was going to come out her mouth, her ears, and her ass.

“I don’t know what happened, I came so much today,” she whispered when we were coming down from our fuck fest. “I never, ever wanted you near my ass but when you started licking it…” she trailed off.

“You tasted so good.”

“I don’t want to hear that, knock it off,” she whined. “It felt nice… No. No no no no.” She didn’t know what to do.

“You were so tight back there. You almost broke off my finger.”

“I did not! No.”

“You liked me in your ass, I could feel it squeezing and squeezing when you came.”

“Please don’t. I’m… I don’t know, it’s humiliating.”

“But you came so many times.”

“It’s because I like your cock fucking me, like I always do.”

“It’s because you liked my finger up your bum, it turned you on. Maybe next time…”

“Out, not in,” she said, but without much conviction.

“Sure, whatever you say.” Until the next time.

…

And so it went with our dates. More sex, better sex, better loving. More fun all in all. I had a few more places I wanted to go, but I was getting more confident we’d get there in time.

Even Sharon was getting into things more and starting to ask me for things that would turn her on. She particularly liked it when I licked her nipples, so much that she could have a rockin’ orgasm just from that tonguing. Which eventually led to…

“Ronnie?” Sharon was riding me slowly, dragging herself up and down over my cock, working both of us up, her breasts dangling in my face (“why do they have to be so big, like udders?”). She bent down and murmured in my ear.

“Ronnie? You know how you like it when I shake my tits in your face?” I mumbled yes. “I like that so much, I love turning you on with my tits.”

“Ronnie?” she started again, a little nervously. “Can you please take both my nipples, um, in your mouth, and when I start to shake them, just bite down? Gently? Really gently. But, bite both my nips when I’m shaking them?”

I would love it. I did, and she did. She started shaking them, I bit down –tenderly, like she asked– and the more she shook, the tighter I held, and as she jiggled her boobs her whole body started spasming uncontrollably.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God! Fuck fuck fuckfuck, I’m coming Ronnie!! I’m coming from my tits, I’m coming from my nipples, I love you chewing on my tits, I’m coming I’m coming!!”

Her orgasm took over her whole body and her pussy started squirting all over the both of us.

“Oh my God!” she said after she came down. “You almost bit my nipples off!”

“I’m so sorry baby.” The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her.

“Oh my God no! It was amazing,” she said as she was rubbing her juices all over the both of us. “Here, bite them –gently, now– again.”

…

“Ronnie?” A few weeks later, Sharon was looking at me tentatively. “Ronnie, I did something bad.”

What was she talking about?

“I, uh, I spent too much money on this new dress.” She spun around like we were in a Doris Day movie or something.

“That’s OK baby. Whatever. You look great in it.”

“Really? I knew you’d like it. It’s big, with easy access.” She winked at me. “No really, it was too much. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Sharon, baby, it’s all right.”

“No, you have to help me.”

Did it need to be unzipped or something?

“You need to help me stop doing such bad things.” She paused, kind of looking down at the floor. “I need to be punished.”

What was she talking about?

“Please.”

“Please what Sharon? So you won’t buy another dress for a while. This one looks really pretty.”

She turned around, stuck her butt out, and raised the flouncy skirt to her waist, and bent over a little. “Take my underpants down, please.”

That was a first, but of course, I complied. As far as I’m concerned, any Sharon ass was good Sharon ass.

“I want you to teach me a lesson so I’ll never be bad again.” I was completely confused. “Spank me, spank my ass.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Make my bare ass really feel it, make it sting. I was bad. Isn’t that what happens to a bad girl?” she whined. “Spank me!”

Sharon had been liking our ass play more and more. Her pussy gushed when I fingered her back there, she liked me rubbing it, squeezing it, opening it wide when she was on top. Even her clothes –like this dress– were flaunting it more. And gone were the granny pants, now she wore those high waisted, stretchy things that really exposed her globes, no matter what she was wearing. They made her ass look totally brazen. A real change from “it’s too fat, it’s too big, don’t look at it.” Though she still played like it mortified her that it jiggled when she walked and I whistled. But this was a whole other level.

“Come on baby. Please Ronnie?” Sharon had never been a beggar before. “I’m getting wet just waiting for it. It’ll make me fuck you really good, I promise. Please spank my ass!” She stuck it out for me again.

So I did. I whacked her across her cheeks.

“Ow. Do it again. Oww! Again! Owww! Do it again!”

She was really getting into it. And was I getting hard from it? What was going on?

“I like it when you smack my poor little heinie. Punish my big behind some more! Make it hard for me to sit down! Owww! Again!” She was really liking this. “Touch my cunt, finger fuck my pussy Ronnie. See how wet it is? See what happens when I’m bad?”

She was right, she was totally gushing.

“Fuck me now. Fuck me with my new, expensive dress on. I’m all bent over for you the way you like it, aren’t I? I’m showing you my big old tushie the way you always want it.”

I was so hard it hurt. My penis slid in like… yeah, it slid in like it was melted butter in there.

“Your cock feels so good! Slap my ass again, fuck me, spank me, make me howl!! Ooooooowwwwyyeeeessssss!!”

I kept walloping her rear while I was crashing into her backside, and before you know it I was coming, she was coming for what must have been the fifth time. Her rear end was almost purple and she was laughing, crying, screeching.

“Oh Ronnie, you made my ass feel so good. I was so bad.”

“Maybe next time I can fuck you there.” I figured I’d try.

“I like you smacking it, I don’t want you fucking it.”

“Come on, you’ll love it.”

“You can fuck my pussy, bite my tits. You can stare at my ass all you want, and hit it till I shout. But you will not, you cannot, bugger my asshole, no matter how much you cry.”

“I know you’ll give in eventually.”

“Out. Not in.”

Yeah, that’s what she says now.

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Pam and Ben had worked together for several years, there was occasional flirtyness between them, but nothing serious had ever happened. One Thursday afternoon, Pam suggested going out for a drink after work, this surprised Ben, Pam had never agreed to stop after work any time Ben had suggested it.

After finishing half their drinks, Pam started telling Ben about how frustrated she was with her boyfriend. They had been together for many years, and had two, nearly grown children together. Pam told Ben she had moved out, she found out her guy was fooling around with someone else.

After a second drink, Pam opened up even more, and started discussing her sex life, or rather lack thereof, even before she left her boyfriend. She told Ben: “All he ever wanted was a quick hump, once he was done, he’d just roll over and go to sleep.”

Ben replied, “He never took the time to pleasure you? No warming you up or anything?”

“No”, Pam said, ” just a quick one for him, pump it out and done.”

Ben thought for a moment, “Has he ever pleasured you orally?”

“Never.”

Has anyone ever pleasured you orally?”

Pam looked down, embarrassed, “No, nobody ever has.”

Ben put a hand over Pam’s hand, and gave it a little squeeze, “I would be delighted to do that for you, anytime, with no reciprocation required.”

Pam looked quickly up at Ben, “What do you mean, no strings attached?”

Ben smiled, “I didn’t say no strings, I said no reciprocation was required, you don’t have to do anything for me, I’ll pleasure you, then cover you up with the blanket, and go home.”

Pam laughed, “Of course there has be a catch, what strings are attached to this so-called offer?”

Ben answered, “Three things: One, you can’t tell anyone about it, two, do not shave your pubic hair, and three, I’m going to strip you butt naked first.”

Pam shivered, “I’ll be too cold to enjoy anything if I’m naked.”

“You can cover up to keep warm, I’ll be fine under the blanket.”

Curious, Pam asked, “Why would you do this if Escort Pendik you don’t want me to do anything for you?”

“Simple, Ben replied, “first off, I like you, secondly, it’s something I love to do, and third, my payment will be just seeing you naked.”

“Can I think about it?”

“I hope you do think about it, often.”

After their second drink, both went home. The next day, Pam came up to Ben at lunchtime, and told him, “I thought about it last night,” she blushed a bit, “thinking about it made me so horny I had to, umm…”

“Pleasure yourself?” Ben finished the sentence for Pam.

“Yes, twice. I think I’m ready, how do we do this?”

“Ben laughed, “I don’t think you need a lesson, just a plan. How about next Friday after work?”

Pam looked at Ben, took a long calming breath, and replied, “OK, follow me home after work next Friday.”

Ben was quite exited, he had been attracted to Pam since they started working together, she was always friendly, and smelled really nice. Ben had generally found that if a woman smelled nice, her pussy also smelled and tasted nice, and if there was one thing Ben liked, it was a sweet pussy.

Friday finally came, Ben made sure he shaved closely that morning, no sense in being scratchy. When Pam arrived at work Friday morning, Ben noted she was dressed extra nicely. After the normal “good mornings”, Ben stepped close to Pam, she smelled extra good this morning.

“You smell fabulous today,” he told her, then softly added, “I’m looking forward to tonight.”

“So am I.”

After work, they met in the parking lot, Pam had parked right next to Ben that morning, he followed her to her new apartment, and parked several houses away. After walking back to her door, they went inside.

“Would you like a drink? “Pam asked Ben.

“No, I want to have a clear head for this, but you can have one if you like.”

“No, let’s just start, I’m nervous enough, already.”

Pam led the way to her bedroom, and pulled the covers down. She turned to Ben, “What now?”

Ben smiled, “Just relax, follow my lead, and let me do what I love best.”

Ben positioned Pam close to the bed, facing her away from it. He began to unbutton her blouse, then he pulled it out of her slacks, and slid it off her shoulders. Tossing it over a chair, he touched her chin with his forefinger, leaned in, and began to kiss her neck, nibbling back until he could gently flick her earlobe. Pam took a deep breath, and let out a long sigh. Ben reached behind Pam and unhooked her bra, then slid the straps down her shoulders, releasing Pam’s full breasts. When the cool room air touched them, Pam’s nipples clenched hard from the sudden chill. Ben leaned forward, and took a nipple gently in his mouth, he suckled on it a bit, then switched to the other one. After a moment Pam let out a little moan of pleasure.

Ben held Pam’s waist, and kneeled lower, kissing his way down Pam’s soft tummy, until he reached her slacks. He gently lifted her left foot, then the right, removing Pam’s sandals. Reaching up, he unfastened her slacks, hooked his fingers in the top, and slid her slacks and panties down to the floor in one smooth motion. Ben then lifted each of Pam’s feet, to free her slacks, and tossed them over the chair with the rest of her clothes. He stood back, and admired Pam’s luscious body, hard nippled breasts that trembled slightly, soft tummy, and a full, thick tangle of pubic hair. Ben pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. He pushed Pam back, then set her gently on the bed. Laying her down, he positioned Pam across the bed, and started to slide his head and shoulders between Pam’s legs. She resisted at first, then relaxed, and let her thighs part. As they did, Ben was rewarded with a view of Pam’s pussy, opening like the petals of a pink flower. As her petals opened, the sweet aroma of a woman’s pussy filled Ben’s nostrils, and he slid his torso fully between Pam’s parted legs, wrapping his hands around her upper thighs to hold himself in position. He took one more deep breath of her sweet scent, before lowering his face, and taking the first taste.

Pam jumped a bit at the first touch of Ben’s tongue, then as he gently caressed her bud, she sighed, and relaxed completely. Ben very slowly licked Pam’s succulent pussy, gradually working her from calm to very aroused. As Pam’s level of arousal grew, her pussy began to drip her sweet juices, and Ben eagerly licked up each succulent drop. All too soon, Pam arched up, moaned, and began to orgasm; as she did, she rocked her hips up slightly, and clamped her thighs tightly on Ben’s head, holding her pussy in direct contact with Ben’s mouth. As the powerful contractions coursed through her body, her pussy pulsed, driving large gouts of her juices into Ben’s mouth. Ben strived to suck on Pam’s pussy in time with her contractions, trying to extract every drop of her succulent juices.

As the waves of Pam’s first orgasm subsided, she held her hips up, keeping her love bud away from Ben’s questing tongue. After about a minute, she let her hips rock down a bit, inviting Ben to apply more stimulation. The first few flicks made Pam jump, as if bolts of lightning were shooting through her body, then she let her thighs relax again, allowing Ben to continue applying his magic tongue to her throbbing clit. Gradually, her excitement mounted again, until she rocked her hips up, pressing Ben’s face to her pulsing pussy, squeezing fresh waves of sweet juices into his eager mouth. Over and over, Ben licked Pam’s hard bud, and Pam released her pent up desires in a flood of succulent juices. They both lost count after a half dozen orgasms. Finally, after a particularly large orgasm, Pam put her hand on Ben’s head, and pushed him gently away.

“Please, no more, I can’t take anymore.” begged Pam.

Ben eased himself out from between Pam’s legs, picked up the covers, and covered Pam over, up to her chin. He gently smoothed the blankets around Pam, and watched her drift gently off to sleep. Ben put his shirt back on, buttoned it up, turned off the light and closed the door. For his entire ride home, Ben could taste the lingering flavor of Pam’s sweet pussy. He would be delighted to pleasure her again, anytime.

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“Are you sure I’m not going to fall off the back?”

Jerry had convinced Jenna to go out for a ride on his motorcycle. She’d thought about it for years, but had never tried riding. Being out there on the bike, with nothing more to protect her than her jeans, Jerry’s spare jacket, and his spare helmet was rather intimidating.

“You’ll be fine. I’ve been riding these for almost forty years and haven’t had an accident since I was fifteen. If you want, you can hold onto the bar behind you.” Jerry replied.

“No, I’d much rather clutch on to you. If I’m holding you so tight that you can’t breathe, you’ll have to slow down,” Jenna said.

Jerry simply chuckled and helped Jenna get on the bike behind him with a big grin on his face. His wife had refused to ride with him for years, saying it was too scary being on the road with him. He had forgotten how good it felt to have a cute girl wrap her legs and arms around him from behind. He liked how the raised back seat made up for their six inch height difference, so that they were head to head as they set out.

Jenna was clutching on to Jerry as they went down his driveway and on to the streets. The familiar roads of his neighborhood seemed completely new. The cars driving by felt too close – she could feel the drafts as cars passed. Jenna felt her heart racing as she pushed her body hard against Jerry’s. She kept instinctively trying to snuggle against his head, but instead would bump helmets, shaking her up a bit. At first, Jerry took it easy, keeping the bike just above the flow of traffic and only doing a little lane sharing. He placed his gloved hand over Jenna’s clutched ones from time to time to try and comfort her a bit.

Jenna melted each time her lover’s hand covered hers. There was something just so warm and sweet about the gesture. She slowly relaxed, holding on to Jerry a bit less tightly and snuggling against him in a more comfortable position. She began to concentrate on the ride and realized that she loved the feeling. The wind brushing past her body, the feeling of Jerry’s strong back against her chest, his warm thighs pushed against the bike by hers… “I could do this more often,” she thought to herself.

Gradually they left the city behind and started climbing into the canyons. The roads began to twist and Jerry signaled that Jenna should follow his lead on the curves, leaning from side to side into them. Jenna felt the flow of the curves naturally and enjoyed feeling the swaying weight of Jerry and the bike between her legs. The vibrations of the bike, strong against her pelvis, were beginning to get to her. She felt sweat trickling down her back, but also a rising wetness between her legs.

After about half an hour, Jerry and Jenna had left the world behind. They were deep in the canyons. Jerry turned onto a smaller road that hadn’t been paved in awhile. He would slow down for the larger potholes, which caused them to bounce hard against the steel frame of the motorcycle. The smaller ones he would just bursa eskort bayan speed over, creating a gentle bump that ground Jenna’s pelvis into both Jerry and the bike. Jenna couldn’t believe what a turn-on this was! Jerry eventually pulled over in what appeared to be a small turnout and got off the bike.

“I thought you could use a break, given that this is your first time,” he said, with a small glint in his eye. He pulled a couple water bottles from the pack on top of gas tank and handed one to her.

“I have to admit, my legs are a little sore and it’s hot in that gear!” Jenna said, gratefully taking the water bottle and drinking deeply. She felt a bit like a sailor as she climbed off the bike. Her legs were slightly bowed and her inner thighs trembling. However, the pain was pushed aside by her rising need to kiss Jerry. She fumbled, trying to figure out how to get off the helmet and extricate herself from the bulky jacket.

Jerry saw her predicament and quickly came to her aid, his hands along her neck and chest as he helped her out of his borrowed gear. Jerry had already taken off his own helmet and gloves and fastened them to the bike. Once freed, Jenna helped him unzip his jacket, trailing her fingernails down his chest and the sweaty, hot tank top he wore. Jerry placed both jackets under his arm. Jenna looked up at Jerry and kissed him, deeply.

When their tantalizing kiss ended, Jerry looked at her, a bit surprised. “I thought you were sore?”

“My thighs are a little sore, but come on; I’ve spent the past half hour with a hot guy and giant vibrating metal machine between my legs.” Jenna replied, a sultry smile on her lips.

“I’m glad you feel that way, actually. Riding gets me turned on, too. I’ve got an idea,” he said, gently grabbing her arm and pulling her into what looked like scrub brush.

“Jerry, I don’t want to get all scratched up, where are we going?” Jenna complained, starting to twist her arm away.

“Baby, we’re not going through the bushes,” Jerry replied, letting go of Jenna’s arm and placing his hand on the small of her back instead, “we’re going over there.”

Jenna looked and just to the left of the bushes was a small path, possibly a game trail. She let him lead her into the woods and down into what appeared to be a small crevice in the canyon. After less than five minutes, it opened up into a clearing that seemed out of a fairy tale. It was cooler here, shaded by the canyon walls and a couple small trees, and covered in thick grass.

Jenna turned to Jerry, her mouth agape. “How on earth did you find this place?”

“Amazing, huh? I used to go riding and hiking a lot with my first wife. She hates me too much to ever come here, so I think of it as my private spot.” Jerry smiled at her, laying their jackets down over a relatively flat part of the clearing.

“Do you ever take Jackie here?” Jenna asked, wondering if she was intruding on the private trysting place of Jerry and his current wife.

“Nope, never. I’ve come here from time to time by myself to have a quiet place to think, and occasionally to fantasize,” Jerry said as he cocked an eyebrow at her, “but bursa merkez escort you’re the first woman I’ve taken here in, oh, it must be thirty years. Now come here.” And with that, Jerry took Jenna firmly into his arms and kissed her, pressing her against his chest while savoring the clean taste of the water in her mouth, before strongly licking and nibbling along her neck, removing the traces of sweat from their journey.

Jerry pulled Jenna down onto the jackets and continued kissing her. Their hands roamed along each other, quickly removing clothing until they lay naked and sweaty in the dappled shade. Her lust brought on from the bike’s vibrations was starting to overwhelm her ability to think clearly. She needed to cum, and soon.

“Jenna, can I go down on you? I want to taste every inch of you.” Jerry said, looking down at her.

“I’m kinda sweaty…” Jenna replied, thinking it might be a turnoff. Her husband, Matt, hated the taste of pussy so passionately that, even though she knew Jerry had tasted her before, she still wasn’t convinced he could actually enjoy it.

“Perfect.” Jerry replied, as if he hadn’t heard her, and dipped his head between her legs. Jenna felt his mustache and goatee briefly brush up against her thighs, then, suddenly, felt the soft bristles push against her clit. She squirmed at the new sensation.

“You okay?” Jerry looked up, his facial hair already glistening with her juices.

“Oh, yeah. I just wasn’t expecting that feeling. Matt’s clean shaven and,” Jenna paused, realizing she needed to stop talking so Jerry would continue, “it feels amazing. Beyond amazing. Brush up against me again?”

Jerry smiled. He let his facial hair brush against her clit, more gently this time, before slowly licking her pussy from bottom to top. He licked every inch, savoring the sweet taste of her. He moved along her labia, taking time to relish every inch. When he reached her clit, he circled it with his tongue. Jenna shuddered slightly, enjoying the sensations. Jerry licked and pushed with his tongue for a moment, teasing her, before opening his mouth and sucking her clitoris between his lips. At the same time, he inserted two fingers into her waiting pussy.

Jenna moaned. Her cry echoed off the canyon walls and back to them, turning both of them on even more. She continued to moan as Jerry sucked hard on her clit. At the same time, he thrust his fingers deeply in and out of her, curving and turning them as he went. When he felt she was ready, he added a third finger, increasing her pleasure. He pushed against her cervix with each thrust, making her moan loudly. With his other hand, he grabbed on to her ass and began tracing circles around her tight little anus.

Jenna couldn’t take it any longer. She began to cum, moaning loudly, enjoying the sounds of her moans projected back to her. Her juices flowed freely, rushing over his fingers and along her asshole. Jerry continued his ministrations until she finally pushed him off, needing space to breath before she passed out from the pleasure.

After a few moments, Jerry rolled back towards Jenna and laid his head bursa sınırsız escort bayan against her belly. “You like being in my private place?” he quietly asked as he lazily traced circles along her breasts.

“I wish we could live here. I could fuck you here all day.” Jenna replied, moving her hands to rub through Jerry’s hair.

“Unfortunately, at some point, we have to go back before Jackie wonders why our motorcycle ride is taking so long.” Jerry replied. He moved from tracing circles on her breasts to squeezing them, then pulling on her nipples.

Jenna tugged on Jerry’s hair so that he lifted his head and moved up her body. He took advantage of the time to lick along her belly and between her breasts. When he reached her face, she kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. Jerry pushed on her hip, convincing her to turn over. She happily did so, getting on all fours on the grass, her curvy ass high in the air.

Jerry grabbed on to her hips and thrust himself into her. She ground against him, wanting his dick as deep into her as possible. Her pussy was sensitive after being fingered and each nerve sparked in pleasure. Her nipples kept brushing along the grass, stimulating her even more. It only took a few of Jerry’s thrusts before she began to cum again, moaning his name.

Jerry slowed a bit as Jenna’s pussy clenched around his penis, enjoying the tight, wet feel. He leaned forward, grabbed on to her large nipples, and began pulling on them. She instantly came again. He moved to her ass, kneading and pressing against it as he pounded into her. He couldn’t hold out much longer and began to press into her with full, deep strokes.

“Jenna, oh Jenna, baby, I need this,” Jerry moaned as he arched into her. His deep thrusts were moving faster and faster. Jenna ground herself into him, hard, pressing back as he pressed forward. They moved in unison, her breasts now pushed hard against the grass, not caring how loud they were in their sunlit clearing.

Finally, with a loud cry, Jerry came into Jenna. His penis pulsed over and over, unleashing his need for this beautiful girl. At last, his orgasm coming to an end, Jerry collapsed on top of Jenna and then pulled her onto her side so he could spoon against her as his penis slowly shrank.

Jerry and Jenna rolled on to their backs, letting the warm sun dry them. They held hands, taking time to catch their breath before getting up and getting back in their gear.

Jenna could feel the throbbing in her thighs now as she walked back to the bike. “Jerry, is there a quicker way home? I’m really feeling it now.”

“Of course,” Jerry replied, not telling her that there was always a faster way on the motorcycle. Once off the little road, Jerry gunned the accelerator. They made quick work of the canyons.

Once on the freeway, he brought the bike up over 100 mph for a bit before slowing again. He made it a bit a game. He’d speed up until he could feel Jenna tense behind him and squeeze tightly against his chest. He’d then slow until she relaxed. Over and over, tensing and relaxing, until they made it to the off ramp for his house.

“That wasn’t what I meant by a faster route!” Jenna shouted as they waited for the signal to change.

“Yeah, but you liked it!” Jerry countered back. He was right. She had liked it. The changing speed caused her to flex and stretch her muscles, making them ache less. She drove home completely satisfied and aching for their next encounter.

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Day 3 Continued

I made my way back to the “Play Room”. I was way too spent to join back in the fun, but I wanted to find Sara. I was just reaching for the door handle when it swung open and there was girlfriend; sweaty and disheveled and a trickle of cum was leaking from her pussy and down her leg. She smiled when we came face to face.

“I need a shower.” She announced.

“I just had one.”

“Well maybe you could do me a favor?”

“Sure. What do you need?”

“Well, that massage you had earlier sounds great. Do you think you could see if they have any masseuses free for me?”

I grinned at the suggestion.

“Only if I can stay and watch.”

Sara returned the grin. She knew I loved to watch, especially when she was with other women. There were many nights where the two of us invite over a female guest and I would just sit back and stroke my cock while I watched the two lovely ladies pleasure one another. Sara turned to have her shower and I headed for the “Body Works” section to arrange the massage.

As I walked through the door I came face to face with Suzy, the spa employee who had given me such a great time only an hour earlier. She was with the slim redheaded girl who had also taken part in my massage. The greeted me with bright smiles.

“Good timing.” I declared. “I was hoping to run into you. Sara is taking a shower now but when she’s done we were hoping she could get a massage like the one I had.”

A disappointed look came over her and she shook her head.

“I’m sorry, Gary. I have an appointment.” I tried not to look too sad myself. I would have liked watching Sara and Suzy licking and sucking each other. The redhead, Val was her name, piped up.

“I have a few minutes before my next appointment. I can see if there are some free girls.”

“I’d appreciate that.” Val and Suzy left the room and I stole a peek at their pretty asses as they left.

For the next couple minutes I waited until the door opened and Val returned with two women in tow. The first one I thought for a moment was Kate, the other masseuse that had massaged me with Suzy and Val. She had Kate’s lush curves and heavy breasts with the pierced nipples and the long brown hair, but unlike Kate this woman had a neatly manicured but still thick bush. The two women could have been sisters. That was a thought. What it would be like for two sexy sisters to work in this place. The mere thought of the possibility made my dick twitch.

The second was a light skinned black woman with almond shaped green-gold eyes overtopped by sultry curving eyebrows and she had a swimmer’s physique; lean and toned. She was shaved bare save for a thin black strip pointing down to her clit and her head hair was thick and voluminous. I’m sure many a man (and woman) had buried their faces in those dark curls.

“Gary, this is Lily,” she said, motioning to the pierced brunette, “and Natasha.” motioning to the light brown beauty.

“I almost wish I could forget that I’m getting this massage for my girlfriend Sara and not me. The four of us laughed.

“Well,” Val announced, “I have to get to my next appointment. Enjoy.”

Just as she left Sara arrived through the opposite door, her skin still glowing from the heat of the shower.

“Perfect timing.” I said. “Sara this is Lily and Natasha.” The two sexy nude masseuses strode forward and gave Sara a good look at their sumptuous bodies.

“Shall we head for the massage room?” asked Natasha after the pleasantries escort bayan bursa were out of the way.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Natasha and Lily each took one of Sara’s hands and I followed close on their heels as they led her to a massage room identical to the one I had been in just a while ago.

“Is it alright if Gary watches?”

“Absolutely.” Lily said.

Sara took her place, face down on the massage table while I sat back in a chair in the corner. I had a perfect view of all of the action.

The two masseuses began by taking opposite ends. Lily stood by Sara’s head and Natasha by her feet and together they slowly worked their way to the middle. They took their time, spending several minutes on each body part, their hands slick with warm fragrant massage oil. Lily worked each muscle in her neck and shoulders while Natasha spent almost five minutes on each foot. Then it was upper back and calves, then ribs and thighs, then lower back and buttocks. Sara was so quiet I almost thought she was asleep.

Then they asked her to roll over onto her back. When she was comfortable they began again, working from the center outward. Stomach and hips, breasts and thighs, arms and calves, shoulders and feet. By the time they finished their circuit Sara was purring like a kitten. Natasha then gently pushed Sara’s knees apart and at once the soothing massage turned to an erotic one.

Natasha slipped an oiled finger into Sara’s warm vagina and lowered her face to within an inch of her wet slit. Natasha’s pink tongue slid like a snake from between her lips and began tracing light circles around Sara’s clit, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure. Her finger made a slow in and out motion in time with her licking. Meanwhile Lily had pressed one of her full breasts to Sara’s lips and my girlfriend was contentedly nursing the large pink nipple while Lily’s hand kneaded Sara’s soft breast flesh.

By now my cock was at full mast and I couldn’t resist stroking it any longer. I looked to a small table to my left and saw several candles and small bottles of massage oils sitting atop it. I took one and poured a bit into my hand. When I put it back Lily and I locked eyes and she gave me a sly wink. I began stroking myself to the show going on in front of me.

Natasha’s licking and fingering grew quicker and Sara began to squirm at her orgasm drew nearer, but before she went past the point of no return, both masseuses pulled back and Lily asked Sara to roll over onto her stomach again. Ash she did, Natasha pulled a triangular pillow from under the table and put it under Sara’s hips so that her ass stuck up into the air.

Four pairs of delicate, oily hands began working Sara’s most sensitive places. Natasha used two fingers of one hand to thrust in and out of Sara’s pussy while she stroked her clit with the other. Lily pulled apart Sara’s ass cheeks and began tracing smooth circles around her crinkled anus with a fingertip. Occasionally one or the other would apply a little more oil until every inch of her was slick with it.

The circles Lily drew around Sara’s asshole grew smaller and smaller until her fingertip was pressed right up against her puckered orifice. Slow, deliberate pressure combined with the lubricating massage oil caused the sphincter muscle to give way easily and Lily’s finger ever so slowly made its way into Sara’s waiting rectum. The new penetration drew another throaty groan from Sara.

The two masseuses synchronized their bursa sinirsiz eskort thrusts into Sara’s writhing body. Anus and pussy alike were glowing with pleasurable friction as fingers stimulated every sweet, sensitive nerve. As they went they twisted their fingers every which way so that not one inch of her delicate insides were missed. After a few minutes of this they removed their fingers as one and then replaced them with two, stretching her asshole and vagina even further. The two were soon replaced by three and with each additional finger her pleasure heightened.

When both women slid a fourth finger into Sara’s ass and pussy at the same time a low moan escaped from deep within her. Whether it was a moan of pleasure or pain I could not tell, but I imagined it was some of both. The activities from the night before with Jessie taught me that the pain of being stretched beyond your limits was just the price you paid for new levels of pleasure. Sara was paying that price now.

“How many do you have in?” Sara asked between her moans.

“Four.” Natasha replied. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you ever been fisted before?” Lily asked.

That sent a jolt through me. The thought of these two gorgeous women sliding their whole, oiled up hands into Sara almost made me cum right there. Sara had some impressively large sex toys. I had watched her slide all kinds of dildos and vibrators in her holes, but the hands of the two masseuses were more than a little larger than any of them.

“No, I haven’t.”

“Do you want to try?”

Sara hesitated a moment and then answered in a whisper.

“Yeah.”

Lily and Natasha smiled at one another and leaned into each other for a long, luscious French kiss. Their tongues danced together while their fingers stretched Sara’s abused holes wider and wider. Soon their hands were in all the way past the knuckles and only their thumbs remained. After a few more minutes of plunging their hands in and out, Lily and Natasha gave each other a look and nodded. They pulled their fingers all the way out and for a second I could see her holes gaping open. Before the stretched muscles could begin to contract they added their thumbs and began to push.

The first knuckles disappeared inside Sara, then the second. As the third came closer both women slowed down. Sara’s moans grew louder and higher. The ratio of pleasure to pain was beginning to tip and the masseuses knew their business. It was all about patience now. If they went slow and steady and didn’t rush, Sara’s tight holes would open enough for their whole hands to slip inside.

Several minutes rolled by as Natasha and Lily listened to Sara’s body, her moans, knowing when to push further and when to stop. Sara sucked in a breath as Natasha’s last knuckle on her thumb slipped inside the sleeve of tight muscle. That was the widest part of her hand and the rest began slipping in more easily until she was in Sara’s pussy up to her wrist.

“Holy shit.” Sara panted. Sweat had beaded over her skin and was rolling off the slick oil that had covered every inch of her. Lily smiled and giggled. About two minutes later Lily’s own hand began to slip past the ring of flesh that marked the doorway into her rectum. Sara let out one last long moan as the second hand slipped inside. She had never had one hand inside her before and now she had two.

Natasha bent down to lick Sara’s clit and the masseuses began fucking their hands escort bayan in and out of her a couple inches at a time. The sight of it was all I could take. Pleasure washed over me and hot cum squirted out of me, coating my hand and stomach. When it was over I took a towel from the table next to me and cleaned myself up.

When I looked back to the three women in the middle of the room I could see that their sucking and fucking had picked up speed. Lily and Natasha’s hands were pumping more quickly now and Natasha’s tongue had Sara dripping with pussy juice. The sounds erupting from Sara’s throat were half moan and half scream. I knew it wouldn’t be long before she was cumming.

Less than a minute later her whole body began shuddering and her breaths came in ragged gasps as Sara was gripped by an earth shaking orgasm. I knew my girl’s body. Her orgasms came in a lot of different forms. Sometimes they would be like little lightning bolts that struck her again and again coming and going suddenly. Other times they were like waves that swelled slowly and receded languidly. This was the rarest of climaxes for her. This was the kind of orgasm that made her forget all time and space and turned the whole world into one continuous sensation of pleasure so intense it left her as weak as a kitten when it was all over.

Sara’s face went a color so red it was almost purple and her eyes shut tight. Her jaw locked tight and her breaths came in ragged gasps as her body began to shudder and convulse. Her toes flexed and straightened as a wheezing noise began to rise up, becoming louder and deeper until it was a full throated cry of ecstasy. For the next thirty or forty seconds I watched as she writhed in sexual delight, a pleasure so intense it was all she could do not to pass out. A chill ran up my spine just watching her like that.

Natasha and Lily held her there, on the point of perfect orgasmic bliss for as long as she could take it before Sara finally collapsed, limp and panting. Once more the beautiful masseuses smiled and kissed one another before easing their hands out of Sara’s well worked holes. For several seconds the loosened muscles and stretched flesh of her anus and vagina let her orifices hang obscenely open. Then slowly the muscles began to contract and her ass and pussy closed.

Lily slid a hand under Sara’s stomach and delicately lifted her up while Natasha slid the triangular pillow out from under her hips. Then they both turned her over on her back and let their hands glide slowly over her sweaty, oily skin.

“How do you feel?” asked Natasha.

“That was incredible.” Sara declared in a breathless whisper. “I don’t think I’ll be able to move for a while.” Lily smiled.

“That’s ok. Take a few minutes.”

“We’ll just leave you two alone. Is that alright?” Natasha asked. Sara nodded.

“Thank you.” Sara said, her breathing beginning to slow.

“No,” said Natasha.

“Thank you.” Lily finished.

Each masseuse planted a small sweet kiss on my lover’s lips before turning to the door, stopping only to give me a smile and a wink before leaving Sara and I alone.

After a few minutes she was finally able to stand on shaky legs. Together we made our way to the shower room, taking it slow. As I washed myself and then Sara, who was still too weak and sore to do anything but stand under the warm spray, I watched an Asian woman having her pussy eaten by a bald, tattooed guy with a weightlifter’s build while her ass was being eaten by a blonde hottie with massive double D’s.

Once we were clean I suggested that the two of us head back to our room for a nap. Even though she was clearly more worn out than I was I still could have used some rest after all that fucking. Hand in hand we left the spa and walked out into the mid afternoon sun.

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This story is a work of fiction based on true events.

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I don’t know how it started. I was just chatting for a while, then we were fucking. I mean, how did it get to this? It was all a blur, yet it was good, but how did it happen? All I wanted to do was chat, not get my ass fucked. But…

Maybe I should start at the beginning.

I was bored that night and decided to chat online for a while. I had just joined this gay chat site without really thinking much of it. I was still exploring my sexuality, and I thought chatting with other gays would help. The chatroom was quiet, as usual, so I checked out the profiles of the people in the room.

Then a private chat window opened. Curious, I said “hi.” The person said “hi” back. We chatted for a while, then he asked me point-blank: “Wanna hook up?” And something in me said: “Yes!” We exchanged stats: I’m 6-feet tall, slim and hadn’t had sex in a few years. He was about 6-and-a-half-feet tall, athletic build and knew how to have a good time. In a while, I told him how to get to my place and he said he’d be there in half an hour.

Those were the most nervous 30 minutes of my life. I still wasn’t sure why I had agreed to hook up. I was feeling a bit horny, but I didn’t think I wanted sex. Anyway, the date had been set and all I had to do was make up my room.

He arrived promptly and I ushered him in. He was pretty much how he had described himself, except that he was a bit on the pudgy side. That was fine with me. We made small talk about the weather, then he asked me, “So what do you want to do?”

“I don’t really know,” I said. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this.”

With that, he hugged me and started kissing me on the lips. I went along with it and opened my mouth to let his hungry tongue in. Our hands roamed all over each other’s bodies, from our backs to our butts. Pretty soon, we had undressed each other. He pulled me closer, grinding our bodies together. I felt his erect dick press against me, as did mine against him. We kissed and necked for a while, then broke off and admired each other.

We sat down on the bed in such a position escort bursa that his dick was right in my face. Without a word, I bent down and sucked the head. He moaned and I acknowledged by taking his whole dick into my mouth. It filled me completely, making me suck on it more. But my dick needed some action too, so I moved my bum closer to him. He knew what to do too. 10 minutes after he had arrived, we were sucking on each other.

Then he pulled me up onto his face. I wasn’t sure what to expect next. Suddenly, I felt his whole face against my butt, then something wet attacking my ass. He was rimming me! And it was the greatest feeling! He licked and sucked me so tightly, I thought there was a vacuum pump down there. I moaned loudly and he just licked me further.

Then he stopped as suddenly as he had started. “I wanna fuck you,” he said simply.

“How do you want it?” I asked.

“Stand against the bed and bend over.”

That was a position I’d never done before but I was game for it. I got into position while he lubed himself up and slipped a condom on. (We had both insisted over chat about safe sex.) I felt a cold glop on my ass, which was the lube, then something pressing against me. I didn’t need to be a psychic to know that it was his dick.

But it hurt. Like I said, it’d been a few years since I last had sex, so I wasn’t really ready. I groaned in pain as sharp pangs swept from my ass to the bottom of my spine. “Wait, wait,” I moaned. He got the idea and just rested there. After a while, he pushed in again, spreading my ass wider. The pain was still there, but I wanted his dick more. I gritted my teeth and felt him slowly enter me.

Soon he was in me, but the pain was still there and my legs were almost buckling. “This isn’t good for me,” I said. “I think you’re too tall for me.”

“That’s fine,” he said in an understanding manner. “Why don’t you lie down?”

I did and turned my head around to see what he had in mind. He spread my legs apart, then bent over me with his dick aimed at my ass. Once again, he entered me, but the pain was less now. That was good for me, bursa merkez eskort I didn’t want the whole experience to be just one great pain episode. Soon, he was moving in and out of me slowly, letting me get used to his dick. I moaned with each thrust, enjoying the sensation.

“I’m gonna fuck you for a long time,” he said into my ear. I muttered something, focusing only on his dick working my ass. By this time, my ass was used to his huge dick and the pain was mostly gone.

He continued fucking me for a while, then he pushed my legs together. “I like your tight ass,” he said. “I like fucking your tight, tight ass.”

“I’m glad you like it,” I said, feeling even more of his dick in me. I moaned and groaned under him and he fucked me even more.

Then I felt something strange. “I feel like I gotta shit,” I said.

He chuckled. “That’ll happen.” And he moved even harder.

“No, really, I feel like if I don’t get to a toilet, I’m gonna poop on my bed.”

“What’s your favorite position?”

“Lying on my back with my legs in the air.”

“Let’s do it.”

He pulled out and I turned around. He was smiling gleefully at me. “I can’t get enough of your tight ass.”

I smiled and raised my legs. He placed them on top of his shoulders, then moved his dick back into my waiting ass. I groaned as he entered me. It wasn’t painful now, instead, it felt like he was filling not just my ass but my whole abdomen. My hands moved all over his chest as he fucked me. His hands grasped my legs and plunged harder into me.

“How long are you gonna fuck me?” I asked.

“A long, long time.”

“You’re gonna fuck me raw.”

“That’s the idea.” And to emphasize his point, he fucked me harder.

I groaned louder, but it was softer than the sound of the bed banging against the wall. I was glad no one else was at home, otherwise it would’ve been weird. He continued pounding my ass, relishing in it all.

“You like being dominated, don’t you?” he said.

“I like to be told what to do,” I said in between groans. “Just nothing too rough.”

He bursa sınırsız escort fucked me a while, then asked, “Have you ever been fucked on your side?”

“No.”

“Wanna try it?”

“Sure!”

Once again, he pulled out, though with a pop this time, and let me roll to my side. I raised my leg, giving him full access to my ass. He entered me quickly and proceeded fucking me again. “Oh, your tight ass is soooo good,” he moaned into my ear.

“And your dick is feels really good in me,” I replied.

Then he pushed my legs together, making my tight ass even tighter for him. His movements increased pace and strength. My ass was really getting pounded by him, but the thing was, I really enjoyed it, so I just let him continue doing it. Besides, the pain was gone already, all I felt was his dick moving in my ass.

I don’t know how much time passed before he said, “I need you flat on your front again.” I complied readily, and this time I knew better, so I kept my legs closed together. He entered me, moving side to side, then in and out. There was a slight sharp pain again, something about the position, but I groaned through it.

Then he moved faster and faster. I knew what that meant. “Are you cumming?” I asked.

He didn’t reply. He just continued fucking me, pushing harder and further into me. Then he rammed me hard once, twice, three times. I knew what that meant too. He had just cummed. I didn’t feel his cum enter me because of the condom, but I felt his dick fill me even more.

Then he slowed down and rested on me. He moved his dick slowly in me, like he was massaging me. It felt really good to have that soft, slow feeling.

“Hmm, that was really nice,” I said.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said. “I know I loved your tight ass.”

He continued massaging my ass for a while, then slowly pulled out. I rolled around to see him get up.

“Well, that was really fun,” he said, “but I gotta go.”

“I know.”

He cleaned himself in the adjoining bathroom, then got dressed. I got up and walked him to the front door.

“If you ever need your ass fucked again,” he said.

We kissed, then he went out.

I walked back to my room, my limp dick hanging between my legs. I just realized that I didn’t have a chance to cum. That was fine, I guess, since my ass felt really good.

Then I saw a card on my bedside desk. It was his namecard. I smiled.

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Jennie was a brat; an eighteen year old well developed brat, but a brat nonetheless. She didn’t really mean to be a brat, but she really disliked being told what to do. She especially disliked being told what to do by her mother’s boyfriend. He really was a nice guy who had inherited her as a dependent by virtue of being with her mother. He just had different ideas on raising kids, especially a teen daughter, than her mother did.

As far as Jennie could tell, her mother’s idea of raising kids was to just let them do whatever they wanted to do so long as it didn’t interfere with her doing whatever she wanted to do, which was to go to bingo a lot and avoid making any decisions. Mike’s ideas on raising kids seemed to include a lot of curfews, rules and disapproving of the friends Jennie chose to hang out with. Jennie knew he meant well but she had a wild streak in her that probably came from her mother. So overall, although she liked him most of the time, she didn’t like him much when he laid on the discipline.

His discipline usually involved sending her to her room and not allowing her to go out, although once he completely lost his temper, threw her over his knee and gave her three quick slaps across her bum. Although she was wearing jeans at the time, it stung like the dickens and once, after smoking some pot she and her friends managed to buy, she had imagined Mike spanking her in her school uniform skirt. In her fantasy her skirt had ridden up until her white panties were exposed and her bum had jiggled and wiggled as he spanked her. In her fantasy Mike hadn’t stopped at three spanks either. He had given her ten or more good solid smacks and when he was done he had rubbed her bum gently with his open palm over her panties. He had rubbed her as he explained to her in gentle tones how he hated having to punish her like this and how he never wanted to do it again.

Jennie had shaken herself out of that fantasy completely taken aback at the vividness of it. What surprised her most was how wet she was from the fantasy. Her panties were completely soaked and she thanked God that she was wearing jeans that night; otherwise her friends might have caught the aroma of her wet pussy emanating from beneath her skirt. Jennie thought she could smell it herself, but being high, she wasn’t really sure. Luckily her friends never noticed it; at least they never said anything about it.

One thing that had changed after having that fantasy was that, although she had grown used to wearing a pair of athletic shorts over her panties and under her uniform skirt, she had begun wearing just the panties under her skirt, the way most of her friends did. In fact, the next time she went shopping for underwear, her selections had been more brief than anything she had worn before that time. She reconciled the change in style as part of growing up. Gone were the conservative white cotton panties; now she frequently wore smaller French-cut panties and even a thong or two from time to time, although she did wear the white cotton panties on occasion.

The school uniform certainly flattered Jennie. She was about five foot four and had been blessed with a petite frame. Her breasts were small, a 34 B-cup but were topped with small bright red nipples that reminded her of strawberries when they were hard.

Jennie never liked her own body very much. She wasn’t as thin as her friend Cathy. Cathy weighed just over 90 lbs and could fit into clothes that Jennie could only dream of. Cathy’s body was as slim as slim could get. Her figure reminded Jennie of many of the singers and actors she saw on TV all the time. They were all so thin and she often dreamed she could be as thin as they were.

When Jennie looked at her own tits, she told herself that her friend Melanie had much bigger tits. Melanie’s chest at 36C was massive compared to just about every other girl in their school. She was even bigger than some of the teachers. Melanie’s figure too was much more curvy than Jennie’s. Jennie had watched Melanie from behind once while she was walking away and was amazed at the wiggle she produced. Jennie had tried to catch glimpses of herself walking from behind at times but that was virtually impossible. She was much too shy about it to ask any of her friends whether she wiggled when she walked or not. She reasoned then that her wiggle couldn’t possibly be as good as Melanie’s.

The only section of her own body that Jennie thought was better than any of her friends’ was her bum. Round and firm, she thought it looked good regardless of which panties she wore or whether she was wearing jeans or a skirt. She frequently admired it in the mirror after a shower, though sometimes when she did, thoughts of Mike’s hand slapping her there drifted into her mind. Each time that happened she would push those thoughts out of her head with a force of will. She also told herself those thoughts made her angry.

That’s what she told herself, even though her pussy usually became wet when she thought about that incident; especially the part where he rubbed his bursa escort bayan hand gently over her white cotton panties. Sometimes she remembered him rubbing over her panties as part of what had really happened and had to mentally correct herself each time.

When she got high it was virtually impossible to separate the events in her fantasy from the events of the actual spanking. Her mental state would drift wildly from intense anger at Mike to an indescribable sense of pleasure as she imagined his hand sliding gently over her bum. For this reason, when she knew she and her friends were going to get high, she always wore jeans, just to make sure that her excitement would not become apparent to any of her friends.

Mike didn’t think too much about Jennie, although he had noticed when she brought home the French-cut panties from the store. He couldn’t help but notice because she had showed them to her mother when she got home. Jennie had been extremely pleased with her purchase but her mother just grunted something unintelligible when Jennie showed her the new lingerie. Mike had seen the incident from the other room and felt sorry for Jennie upon seeing Debbie’s unemotional response.

He had moved in with Debbie against his own better judgment five years ago just after he had turned thirty and he had mostly regretted it ever since. Debbie was not a very good girlfriend. She nagged most of the time and she slept on the couch three or more nights a week, so it was pretty obvious what her thoughts on sex with Mike were. Recently she had taken to going to bingo; a lot! She went at least four or five times a week. When she did go, she would stay all night. The first session was at 7:30. The next was at 10:00. The final session started at 1 am and didn’t finish until after 3. Consequently Mike stayed home alone a lot.

Mike didn’t mind being alone. He certainly enjoyed it more than he enjoyed being with Debbie. In some ways, he enjoyed being with Jennie more so than with Debbie. Even though Jennie was a brat, she was a nice girl with an infectious laugh and a big smile that made most people smile back; at least when she wasn’t being a brat.

This night, Mike was alone and watching TV, Debbie had gone out about five minutes after he had gotten home and Jennie had not been home when he got there. It was Friday night and finally after 11:00 he felt like getting a little high. Neither Debbie nor Jennie knew about his stash in the back of the freezer, which was just the way he liked it. Knowing Debbie as he did, he thought she would forbid him from smoking pot in the house, not because she didn’t want Jennie to see it, but just because it would be just one more joy in life that she could deny him.

He had just finished packing a small amount of pot into his pipe and was holding a lighter to it when Jennie walked in the door. As was her habit, she was moving single-mindedly toward her bedroom through the kitchen. She moved very quickly and there was very little time between her opening the front door until she was breezing through the kitchen doorway. This time she glanced quickly at Mike sitting at the table as she passed by, fully intent on spending as little time talking to him as possible. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared at him with wide eyes as he inhaled on the pipe.

Mike, knowing she had caught him in the act, didn’t bother trying to hide what he was doing or pretending it was something other than what it was.

‘Hey.’ he said with a nod.

Jennie’s mouth opened in shock and she put her hand over it as her eyes grew wider.

‘How’s it going?’ Mike said casually.

‘Oh my God!’ she said in an awed tone.

Mike frowned and sighed heavily. ‘It’s not the end of the world you know. It’s just pot.’

‘Oh my God!’ she repeated.

‘Oh get over it would you!’ Mike said with a laugh. ‘So it’s pot. Did you think you and your friends were the only ones who’d ever done this?’

Again Jennie was shocked. She had been so careful to make sure that her parents knew nothing about her pot smoking.

‘What do you mean?’ she said, trying herself to be casual.

Mike laughed again and put the pipe on the table in front of him.

‘Come on,’ he said. ‘Did you really think I didn’t know about it?’

Jennie blushed and tried to protest her innocence one more time. Mike’s laugh irritated her and she ground her teeth in frustration.

‘Come on,’ he said, still laughing. ‘Forget about it and have a seat.’

Thinking she was in trouble, she sat at the table with a grunt and crossed her arms over her chest. At the same time she put her lip out, pouting furiously. She was in no mood for one of Mike’s lectures and she was determined to act the brat to the limit.

‘Oh stop pouting!’ he said with a grin. ‘If you don’t stop pouting, I won’t give you any of this.’ he said, pointing at the pipe full of weed in front of him.

For the third time in as many minutes, Jennie was shocked. Her petulant expression morphed instantly into wide-eyed gorukle escort surprise.

‘What!’ she asked in disbelief.

‘That’s better,’ he said. ‘At least it’s better than pouting. Now do you think you can close your mouth and make your eyes a little smaller than dinner plates?’

Jennie immediately closed her mouth, not realizing that it had been opened at all. She looked at Mike in confusion and then at the pipe he had now picked up and put to his lips. She watched as he lit the pipe and then inhaled deeply. He closed his eyes and held his breath for a moment and then exhaled with a happy expression on his face. He sat back absorbing the feeling and then opened his eyes and grinned at her once more. He held the pipe out to her and she took it in her hand feeling uncertain.

‘Okay, your turn,’ he said. ‘Just don’t tell your mother for God’s sake! If you tell her she’ll make both our lives a living hell, not that it’s that far off now.’

She opened her mouth in shock once more and then laughed. She had often suspected that Mike wasn’t very happy with her mother. Now she knew he wasn’t and the knowledge made her feel like they had shared something important.

‘Okay,’ she said. ‘I promise not to tell her.’

She put the pipe to her lips and sucked on it but got almost no smoke out of it. She looked at it in confusion and sucked even harder; still she got no smoke from it. Again she looked at it, puzzled. She and her friends had always rolled their pot into joints and she had never used a pipe before.

Mike held the lighter to the bowl of the pipe and lit it.

‘Try it now,’ he said. ‘You have to light it with almost every haul.’

She nodded slightly and inhaled sharply. Almost immediately her face turned red and her eyes watered as she gasped. She coughed heavily and her throat felt like it had been set on fire. Mike patted her on the back lightly and got some water from the sink. He rubbed her back gently and held the water out to her. She took it and gulped almost half the glass down to soothe her throat.

‘Oh my God!’ she gasped. ‘How can you do that? That’s awful!’

She continued to cough and hack and Mike refilled her water glass three times before her throat stopped burning.

Mike continued to rub her back and she finally stopped sputtering. She smiled at him, grateful that he hadn’t laughed at her, although he was grinning at her inexperience with smoking from a pipe. His hand was big and comforting as it passed over her back and she had an odd sense of camaraderie with him at this moment.

‘Feeling better?’ he asked.

She nodded and smiled again and picked up the pipe from the table.

‘Can I try this again?’ she asked.

He smiled and held the lighter to the bowl of the pipe once more.

‘Now this time breathe in slowly,’ he said. ‘If you take it in slowly, you can tell how hot the smoke is and inhale only as much of it as your throat can handle.’

She took it in, her throat still burning slightly, but was able to take a good deal of the smoke into her lungs. She handed the pipe back to Mike and he took his turn. Together they finished off all the pot in the bowl and then sat back contentedly. They were both staring into space and grinning and then Mike stood up.

‘Okay, I’m going to change into my pajamas.’ He said. ‘And I suggest you do the same young lady. Smoking from a bowl is much more potent than smoking from a joint and you probably won’t feel much like changing clothes before bed if you put it off too long.’

Jennie grinned stupidly and giggled.

‘Stop telling me what to do!’ she said. ‘I’m eighteen now and you can’t tell me what to do anymore.’

Mike shrugged and smiled.

‘Suit yourself,’ he said. ‘You’ll hate yourself in the morning though when you wake up in your nice clothes.’

Jennie looked down at her clothes and realized she was wearing her brand new silk blouse. Also she was wearing her new jeans for the very first time and they were perfect just the way they were. Mike was absolutely right that she wouldn’t want to sleep in these clothes and she muttered angrily to herself.

‘Okay fine!’ she snapped at him.

Mike grinned again and wandered away to change.

By the time he came back down stairs Jennie was sitting on the couch watching TV. He smiled to himself when he saw that she had indeed changed. She was now wearing an oversized T-shirt that was pulled half-way down her thighs. He vaguely wondered to himself whether she was wearing the white cotton panties she had grown up with or if it was one of the sexier French-cut panties she had bought recently.

He sat down on the opposite end of the couch from her and asked her what she was watching.

‘I don’t know,’ she said, ‘some movie.’

Mike shrugged and turned his attention to the TV too, although he couldn’t get his mind off of Jennie’s panties. For some inexplicable reason, he just had to know which panties they were. He knew it was the pot at work. It had a way bursa merkez escort bayan of affecting you. If there was something minor on your mind, the pot had a way of making it into an obsession. Questions that you could normally shove aside as irrelevant became matters of the utmost importance; the irony being that once you found out the answer, you frequently dismissed it as irrelevant a few minutes later and then promptly forgot about it.

For her part, Jennie had gone to her room and removed her blouse, carefully hanging it in the closet. She then removed her jeans and hung those up with equal care. She then removed her bra and pulled her oversized T-shirt on. She stood in front of her full-length mirror and held the shirt up over her tummy to study the thong she had worn under her new jeans. She wondered whether she should leave the thong on and turned in the mirror to study the reflection of her bum. Although she liked the way the thong accented her bum with the cheeks completely exposed, her mind wandered to the spanking that Mike had given her just two years before. Once again she thought of his big gentle hand rubbing over her white cotton panties, just as he had rubbed her back when she choked on the pot a few minutes before. For reasons she couldn’t explain, she removed the thong and drew a pair of white cotton panties from her drawer and pulled them on. They were clean and smelled fresh. The feeling of warmth and comfort they provided was almost surreal. She imagined Mike’s big hand rubbing across her bum and she felt the goose pimples creep over her entire body. She shook off the feeling and then, wearing just the T-shirt and the white cotton panties she went to the living room and turned on the TV.

As they watched TV, both their minds wandering erratically, they kept sneaking glances at each other. Mike kept looking at her legs wondering if she might shift her position so he could at least get a glimpse of her panties; then he could settle the question in his mind once and for all. Jennie kept taking furtive glances at Mike’s hands, imagining them rubbing across her bum. The more she thought about it the more jumpy she became, unconsciously moving her bum back and forth into the couch. When the tension became unbearable, she shifted her position, much to Mike’s delight, bringing her knees toward her chest and turning slightly away from him so she could lean against the arm of the couch.

Mike was now staring at her bum intently, trying unsuccessfully to see beneath her T-shirt. Although her new position had pulled her shirt up toward her bum, it had not risen high enough for him to glimpse her panties. As he stared he suddenly realized that he had a hard-on. It was well hidden beneath his bath robe and his pajama bottoms but it was definitely there. He came to the conclusion that, between the pot and thinking too much about Jennie’s panties, his cock, his recently neglected cock, had responded with an erection that wasn’t going to go away until it was dealt with. He decided then and there that he was going to have to jerk off in bed later on, because he certainly wasn’t going to be able to sleep like this no matter how high he was.

On a whim he stood up and began walking toward the kitchen. He stopped suddenly and turned toward Jennie.

‘Do you want some more pot?’ he asked.

She looked up, not understanding the question at first, and then grinned widely.

‘Yeah!’ she said happily. ‘Good idea!’

Mike smiled and got the pipe and the baggie of weed. He returned to the couch and packed a small amount lightly into the bowl. He lit it up and then lay back with his lungs full of smoke. Jennie took the pipe from his hand and then she too laid back. They exhaled the smoke slowly and grinned at each other. After the pipe was done Mike returned the pipe and baggie to their hiding places and then slouched on the couch beside Jennie.

‘You know what?’ he asked in a serious voice.

‘What?’ she replied with an equally serious tone

‘I need to know something,’ he said.

‘What?’ she said. The pot was having its effect on her too. Being as high as she was, she wanted nothing more than to help.

‘I need to know which panties you’re wearing,’ he said. ‘It’s been bugging me since I sat down. Is it the plain cotton ones or the French ones?’

Jennie grinned and grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt. She picked it up as far as her tummy to show him her white cotton panties, feeling absurdly happy that she could answer his question.

Mike looked at the panties and nodded sagely. He studied them for a moment and then sat back.

‘You know,’ he said. ‘I think those white cotton panties suit you; much more so than those French-cut panties you got.’

Jennie, surprised at what he said creased her eyebrows and thought for a moment.

‘Really?’ she asked. ‘I thought boys liked the other ones better.’

Mike frowned slightly and pursed his lips as he thought. The pot was making both of them much more stupid than they normally would be.

‘Well,’ he began, ‘that’s true I guess. But I’ve always been different. You know some men really go crazy for lingerie; myself, I prefer a woman to be naked. So maybe more men prefer those French-cut panties you’ve been wearing lately. Personally I think the plain white cotton panties are… more friendly.’

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Authors Note

Hi guys here’s the latest, I’m not sure whether I overstretched myself but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Its a bit wordy but there is sex in there somewhere LOL.

This story contains elements of BDSM and fetish pony play, there is no bestiality of any kind.

Nicola King sat in the beer garden of the Dog and Fox nursing a gin and tonic. It was early Friday evening and she had arranged to meet her best friend, Sara Hamilton-Finch, for a quick drink after work. In fact best friend had become somewhat of an understatement recently.

Sara and Nicola had first met at veterinary college, Nicola the bookworm with a lower middle class upbringing in Manchester and Sara the effortlessly intelligent socialite from darkest Surrey. On the face of it not a match made in heaven but they had hit it off immediately and been best friends ever since they met that first day as they both searched for the lecture hall on that first morning.

When they had both finished their studies Sara had returned to her family estate to act as resident vet and Nicola had taken a position in a small family run practice in Cheshire. She remembered only to well the first few weeks in her new position, a ceaseless stream of sick cats and dogs, not exactly the glamorous start she had been hoping for. Certainly not what she had in mind when she had embarked on her training.

Ever since her childhood Nicola had dreamt of being involved in the exciting world of horse racing, as a ten-year-old girl she had driven her parents crazy, talking of nothing other than my little pony and the horse of the year show. They had never been able to afford for Nicola to have a pony of her own so she had had to content herself with magazines and toys, knowing one day she would get what she really wanted, to care for horses, real horses and get paid for it. Unlike most childhood fantasies however Nicola had pursued hers into adult life. She had studied hard for her O and A levels and going on to earn a scholarship place at a prestigious veterinary college.

It was during her second month in family pet hell that Nicola had received a call from Sara, who was positively breathless with excitement. Sara’s dad had a friend who ran a large animals practice, specialising in show horses, he needed a new vet quickly and Sara had put Nicola forward for the job. The only hitch was she needed to get to the interview for 9 O’clock the following morning.

Nicola had moved heaven and earth to make it in time and had gone on to get the job as well. She owed Sara a big favour. Not only had she changed her life with a new career doing exactly what she wanted, but the girl had also sorted her out with a small house on her Father’s estate to boot. Best friend was definitely an understatement. The only thing the seemingly omnipotent Sara had not been able to sort out had been her love life. Nicola knew it was only a matter of time though, Sara knew everyone worth knowing and was constantly arranging parties and get togethers for her friends and associates.

Nicola was snapped out of her reverie by her name being shouted out across the garden in a plummy Surrey accent, Sara Hamilton-Finch had arrived.

“Nick! Another G & T OK?”

Nicola nodded her approval as Sara made her presence known. She was suddenly aware of an increase in interest in her from the surrounding tables as various people adjusted their view of the quiet brunette sitting in the corner. Nicola was a tall girl with long legs and a firm, although not overly large bust, her long chestnut hair was swept back in a pony tail. She was considered pretty, but not overly so, normal looking but attractive none the less, she certainly seemed to have gained a number of admirers now her allegiance with Sara had been publicly revealed. She found herself blushing slightly as a table of men nearby turned to look at her, Nicola averted her eyes immediately, suddenly shy.

About half an hour later Sara finally arrived at the table clutching two G & T’s to her ample chest, barely covered as it was by her skimpy crop top. Unlike Nicola, Sara had never been shy about revealing what she thought of as her best assets. Sara’s tits had been famous across the campus not just for their size and gravity defying abilities but for their tendency to be exposed in public whenever Sara had had one to many. No matter how humiliating or embarrassing the event was however Sara always managed to come up smelling of roses, much to Nicola’s annoyance. Nicola eyed her best friend, she was as tall as her, but with long blonde hair, again in a fashionable pony tail. She had inherited her Mothers muscular thighs, along with her breasts, a hang over from years in the saddle, as Sara cheerfully told anyone who cared to ask. She was popular, funny and above all else loyal, Nicola couldn’t have asked for a better friend.

The two old friends exchanged Kisses and sat down to chew the fat as they often did after a hard weeks work.

“So Nick how goes it at the bursa eskort practice, getting to play with your precious horses?”

Nicola ignored her friend. Sara had been around horses all her life and found Nicola’s fascination a source of constant amusement.

“Actually you’ll be pleased to hear that I have been asked to attend Fontshall Manor house tomorrow to look at a couple of Mares over there”

She stuck her tongue out at her friend, to make the point. The manor was well known locally as a centre for excellence in all things equestrian. Nicola wanted her friend to know that she was capable of getting by on her own merits. She was also secretly thrilled to have been asked to go along, apparently Lady Fontshall had asked for her specifically.

“Oh darling well done, Lady F is real picky about who touches her livestock. She’s a friend of the family so say hi to her from me.”

Nicola rolled her eyes, Sara knew absolutely everyone, it should of come as no suprise to her that Sara and the richest woman in the county were old acquintances.

“Seriously Nicky well done, that’s a real feather in your cap, she knows absolutely everyone on the circuit, don’t fuck it up for gods sake”

“Don’t worry Ill try not too. I’m seeing her first thing in the morning at her yard, I’m nervous as hell. What’s she like Sara? I really want her to like me, tell me all, go on be a sweetheart”

Sara took a sip of her drink and took a moment to decide what she should tell her friend. She couldn’t tell her she had recommended her to Lady Fontshall, poor Nicola would throw a fit about that. She also knew she couldn’t tell her the real reason for her appointment, not yet anyway. She decided to err on the side of caution.

“Well she’s drop dead gorgeous for a start and very bossy, likes things to be perfect for all her animals, loves them all dearly. The most important thing is to be yourself she can’t stand fakes, don’t worry darling you’ll be fine”

A slightly odd look passed over Sara’s face for a second, Nicola noticed it but put it down to the Gin and satisfied she knew all she needed to about Lady Fontshall steered the conversation onto other matters….like stable boys she fancied.

Nicola ducked out of the pub at about 9.30 and headed home, leaving Sara at the centre of a crowd of admiring men, all desperate to snatch a date with the blond. Once safely ensconced in her little cosy house she poured herself a glass of Shiraz and fired her laptop up. Quick check of e-mail before bed, she thought to herself, then off to bed.

As she logged in to her Hotmail account only to be greeted with the usual accumulation of spam mail. Advertisement’s for penis enlargement and credit consolidation. There was however one piece of mail that caught her eye, she didn’t recognise the address but it was a large file so she decided to open it anyway. There wasn’t any text, just two pictures, slowly being downloaded onto the screen.

As more and more of the pictures were revealed Nicola took an increased interest due to their obviously equestrian nature. The first thing to come into view was an older women dressed in full hunt clothing, even down to the top hat and bright red jacket, she was seated on a leather Chesterfield sofa. She looked extremely rich and powerful, her back ramrod straight and her blonde hair done up in a bun barely visible beneath the hat. As the picture completed it revealed a younger girl, about Nicola’s age and extremely pretty sitting at her feet with her head in the older woman’s lap. The girl was wearing a normal summer dress and shoes. The older woman was combing the girl’s very long hair with a brush that reminded Nicola of the ones she so frequently came across in horse yards. The younger girl had a look of thinly disguised contentment on her face as the older woman, who had a similar look about her, groomed her.

Both women were fully clothed and there was no element of nudity in the picture. It seemed in invoke a sense of caring and nurturing. Both women seemed to be happy with their positions, even if one of them was being openly submissive to the other.

The second picture was in the same vein, another older woman, a different one this time, but again fully attired in hunt colours. She was leaning nonchalantly against a post and rail fence that surrounded a large sand filled training ring. Leaning over the top post of the ring was another young girl, about 18 years old this time and wearing jodhpurs and a t-shirt. The older woman was holding her hand up to the girls mouth and looked to be feeding her a sugar lump, which the younger girl seemed only to pleased to accept without the use of her hands, which seemed to be behind her back, almost as if she was restrained.

Nicola wasn’t sure what to make of the pictures, she had of course come across porn over the net before and considered herself broad minded, but this stuff wasn’t the usual cocks and cunt’s stuff it was far more darkly erotic than bursa escort bayan that. The thrill was far more of an implied nature.

Nicola thought of all the times she had watched as horses were trained, how many times had she seen sugar lumps offered as rewards? She caught herself wondering what the young girl had done to earn such a reward. Her mind was suddenly awash with images of whips, reins and mouth bits. She was aware of a dampness developing in her panties, her nipples were tingling and she couldn’t resist giving one a gentle tug through her dressing gown as she imagined herself being petted by an older woman.

God Nicola King you need to get laid, look at you getting turned on by a couple of pervy pictures, shame on you. Despite her protestations however she couldn’t resist slipping a hand inside her panties, teasing the slick folds of flesh as she groaned, eyes shut, pushing her fingers deep inside her sopping cunt now as she approached her orgasm. Nicola couldn’t help wishing that she was owned, a piece of property to be looked after and cared for by a loving owner, she wanted to be used for other peoples pleasure, a sex slave something to be toyed with and then put away for another time. The fantasy of submission was unleashing a flood of wetness between her outstretched thighs now as she arched her back her orgasm ripping through her, eyelids fluttering as she struggled to keep her grip on reality. She slumped down in her chair exhausted but satisfied, a huge grin plastered over her sweaty face, she hadn’t some like that for years. Exhausted she regained her breath and decided it was time to go to bed, she had an early start in the morning and wanted to look her best. She deleted the pictures deciding that someone from college had sent them from a ghost mail account for a laugh. She retired to her room still feeling aroused but determined to get a good night’s sleep.

Nicola took her gown off leaving her standing in her bra and soaked panties and got into bed. She tossed and turned for ages, trying to rationalise why she had got so flustered from looking at the pictures. Nicola sighed contentedly as she toyed with her throbbing clit, her mind replaying the events of earlier on as her other hand roughly tugged at her swollen nipple. She hadn’t been this turned on for ages, usually a nice hard come sorted her right out but tonight one wasn’t going to be enough for her as her questing fingers once again slipped between her moistened thighs. As she played with herself her mind wandered back to the pictures, the look of calm and acceptance on the younger girls faces was somehow tranquil and at the same time arousing and slightly sinister.

Nicola was slowly realising that the turn on for her was the look of contentment on both of the young girls faces, as though they had accepted their positions as pets, pets who were being taken care of, loved by caring owners. All pressure of being a human had been removed, they were entirely the responsibility of their owners. Nicola decided, in a moment of pre-orgasmic clarity, that deleting the pictures from her mail account was a big mistake. She reluctantly stopped her toying and made her way back to her laptop, switching it on quickly and almost frantically connecting to the net hoping against hope that Hotmail hadn’t cleared her trash box in the last two hours.

She was in luck and quickly restored the mail to her inbox. While I’m here I might as well take one last look at them, she thought. Nicola steeled herself and opened the pictures up so they again became real, rather than some half-remembered image in her mind. Once again the pictures worked their magic inside her head, previously unknown feelings were welling inside her, tumblers in her mind clicked into place opening new pathways in her brain. She found herself wanting to be owned, cared for, loved and nurtured, just as she had treated her My little Pony dolls all those years ago. She wanted the same things now, why hadn’t she realised this earlier? All those relationship’s where she had conformed to the stereotypical intelligent strong woman, when all she wanted was to be owned, not a little bit but completely.

Nicola was so close to coming now, eyelids fluttering as she played scenarios of her submission in her head, her mind creating images where she was the pony being trained in a ring for some faceless Mistress. Being made to trot in a circle, knees lifting high in the air as she prances for her owner, so eager to please, desperate for some recognition, a sign that she was a good pony. At last her orgasm consumes her, head lolling as it crashes over her, beads of sweat pricking the skin on her breasts, arms and face. As she slowly regains composure she comes down to earth with a bump, switches off her PC and scuttles to bed, a little scared at the feelings that have been roused inside her. As soon as she is finished at the manor tomorrow she decides to have a meaningful chat with Sara about getting görükle escort her a boyfriend, some good hard fucking should sort her right out.

The next morning dawns bright and crisp, a perfect summer’s morning. Nicola runs around frantically trying to get ready for her appointment, all thoughts of the previous evenings revelations gone from her mind now as she concentrates on what might be the second major leg up of her career in as many months. What to wear, only one chance to make a first impression, how many times has her father told her that? A pair of close fitting trousers and a polo shirt should do it. Not to prissy not too untidy, just the trick.

Nicola got into her battered old land rover and made her way to Fontshall Manor, diving down the leafy lanes at the heart of Surrey, breathing in the smell of wild flowers and manure that permeates the air. Glad to be in a job she loves, working with animals she loves too. The thought of horses returns her mind to the pictures, Nicola feels as though her appetite has been wetted, she wants to see more, understand more about how this bizarre form of submission came about. Once again the bookworm in her is taking over. Realistically she knows she will never get involved with anything like that so she might as well read about it instead. To her shame she can feel her thighs getting sticky again as the thought of submitting herself to another woman overtakes her. It crosses her mind that she should be submitting to a man if anyone at all, she is straight after all! Somehow that wouldn’t seem right to her though. What do men know about horses? How to care for them and love them, nothing she decides, for the sake of her fantasies it will be a woman who owned her. She has always considered herself straight, but also appreciates the female form, how many times has she wished her breasts were as full and shapely as Sara’s? She resolves to investigate the matter further later on this evening over a nice glass of wine in the privacy of her own bedroom, with nothing for company but her trusty dildo and laptop.

As the front wheels of her Land Rover crunch on the gravel drive leading to the manor Nicola shakes her head and tries to get a grip on herself. Be professional, be professional, do a good job here and who knows what might happen. The driveway stretches on into the distance and she can make out the manor house through the Lebanese cedar trees. The building is enormous, a rambling collection of oak timbered buildings all connected to form an imposing country estate. The stables themselves are down a short driveway into which Nicola turns She swings into the courtyard of the stable block and is waved at by a suited 21 year old woman. Nicola immediately notices her incredibly long hair swept back into a ponytail. Once again her mind is putting images in her head that she would rather weren’t there.

“Hi you must be Miss Nicola King, I am Suzanne Roach, personal assistant to Lady Fontshall. Welcome to Fontshall Manor”

Nicola accepts the outstretched hand and shakes, it as she does so she takes a moment to drink in the vision of corporate efficiency that stands in front of her. Suzanne Roach is wearing a pressed charcoal suit jacket, tapered to accentuate her slim waist and firm high breasts. Her skirt is slit up the side exposing a hint of finely toned thighs encased in black stockings. Nicola immediately decides that Suzanne couldn’t be dressed more inappropriately for a horse yard if she tried.

“Please follow me Miss King, her Ladyship is out breaking a horse in and won’t be back for a minute or two. Why don’t I show you round the stable block”

“That would be great, how many horses does her Ladyship keep here?”

“About five at the moment with a further ten out on shows at any one time”

“Wow fifteen horses and stabling for thirty, how come the place is so empty?”

“Her Ladyship makes use of all the stabling facilities at the manor year round”

Sniffed Suzanne.

That struck Nicola as odd, what the hell do all the other stalls have in them? Her train of thought was suddenly interrupted when Suzanne’s pager goes off.

“Please do excuse me her Ladyship is returning, please wait in the tack room and she will be along shortly”

With a swish of her skirt and a click of her heels Suzanne turned and made her way to the front of the yard leaving Nicola to watch her tight ass sway off into the distance.

Nicola made her way to the tack room and stepped inside, catching her breath, the room is enormous and the walls are covered with all manner of horse tack, bridles, saddles, bits of all shapes and sizes line every available blank piece of space. The smell of leather is overwhelming. She wandered idly around touching the buckles and clasps, stroking them almost, as once again she walks the thin line between erotic imagery and the real world. Her mind wanders, hand drifting to her already hard nipples, a familiar throb building between her thighs, she knows that the heat will build until the tell tale sighs of wetness develop. In her mind she can see herself, naked and glistening with sweat, being fitted with a bridle and bit by a stable girl or being sponged down after a hard session in the dressage ring, her thighs shaking from the exertion.

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AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first submission. This story resembles how I would have liked to lose my virginity, alas; it did not turn out this way. Any kind of feedback would be wonderful, so please let me know what you thought about it!

I paced up and down my dorm room, examining the flyer in my hand. A local punk venue was having a concert tonight, and I debated whether or not I should go. Since I had nothing else to do, I grabbed my car keys and started out the door.

I got in my car and drove to the venue that was premiering a new local band tonight. I talked to my friend Luke earlier (who happened to be the lead singer), and he told me about the show. Apparently they were pretty good, practicing every night for the past three months. I was a little excited as I pulled into a parking space just outside the venue.

I arrived early, because I wanted to hang out with Luke before the show. The door was locked and I had to knock several times before I got an answer. The door opened swiftly and Luke greeted me with a nice sucker punch to the side of the head. Never a man to back down from a fight, I tackled him down to the ground and started to pummel his sides. After a minute of brawling, we got up and he gave me a bear hug.

“I haven’t seen you in forever man!” Luke said, with a delighted smile on his face. “How is college treating you these days?”

“It’s alright, but it gets kinda boring sometimes”, I said. He threw his arm around me and led me inside, “let me show you around man.”

It was a nice venue, with a raised stage and pretty fancy backlights. The thing about Punk Rock, you never even really needed a stage. I had spent years attending shows in peoples basements, abandoned buildings, even a closed library. Having an actual stage was a luxury, and I was going to cherish it.

I headed towards the bathroom, and relieved myself in a urinal. I washed my hands and glanced at myself in the mirror. I’m not a bad looking guy, but I would look quite strange to any normal person. I’m pretty tall, about 6’2, with hazel eyes and short brown hair, which I had spiked up. I have a decent build, I’m not buff, but I’m tone. I wore a leather jacket, with metal studs lining the collar. I had very tight fitting pants on, that showed the curves of my legs very distinctly.

I walked out onto the stage and took a look at some of the sound equipment. Luke and his band are very good musicians, but not very good at setting up the equipment. I fiddled with the knobs on an amp, occasionally plucking the string of a bass guitar to make sure it sounded right.

“Hey, you wanna help me move a half-stack man!?” Luke called to me from down the hall. I finished my work on stage and followed his voice, which led me to a storage room.

Luke was standing on a ladder, trying to remove a very large amp from the top of a large shelf. This struck me as odd, “who the hell would put the half-stack all the way up there!” He shrugged, “I don’t know man, but help me get it down will ya?”

I nodded and held out my hands to receive one end of the amp, and braced myself for the heavy weight. He slowly removed it from the shelf, and lowered it into my…BAM!!!

* * * * * *

I awoke in the back of a van, with blurry vision and a throbbing headache. There was a damp rag under my head, which I removed and examined. It was soaked with blood, and I sighed as I realized what had probably happened to me.

There was music on through the vans stereo system. It was a loud, fast, and angry punk rock band called Black Flag. I enjoyed the song, having heard it a couple of times before, and began to sing along a little.

As I started to sing, the back door of the van opened and there stood the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

She was probably about 5’6, with a very thin build. Her hot pink hair was spiked up in all directions, and still did nothing to distract me from her piercing green eyes. She wore a very short shirt that exposed her mid-section and extremely tight leopard skin pants.

She looked at me and breathed a sigh of relief, “I guess you’re not dead then, bursa escort but damn you took a hard blow.” Her soft voice played with my senses, and filled them with wonder.

I tried to sit up, but she quickly pushed me back down to the floor. “Don’t get up yet, you should rest for a little while longer.” I laid back down gently, and looked straight into her eyes. She was so beautiful, I wanted to grab her and make love to her right in the van, but my injury and my common sense prevented me from doing so.

After a long silence, I spoke up. “I assume Luke dropped the amp on me?” She nodded her head, “yeah, you’ve been unconscious for almost five hours now.” I almost jumped in surprise, “five hours, so I guess the show is long over huh?”

She nodded her head, “it ended almost an hour ago, and all of the people are already gone, but I volunteered to stay and watch you.”

This puzzled me, “why didn’t you guys take me to the hospital?” She laughed, “I’m a med student, and I know how to handle a simple concussion. It actually wasn’t really even that bad, Luke caught the thing slightly before it fell completely on you, so it didn’t crush you.”

She pulled out a cigarette and lit it, her cool breath mixing with the smoke as she exhaled. “You’ll be okay, but it’s probably gonna hurt like hell for a couple of weeks.” I nodded and took out my own cigarette.

We sat in silence, enjoying the harsh music and smoking. After a few minutes, she gave me a concerned look, “Luke took your car home for you, I guess he thought you would be going to the hospital.” I groaned and put out my cigarette. She took a long drag off of hers and then threw it to the ground.

“So can you take me home,” I asked. She nodded and then pointed to the passenger seat. I climbed up to it and buckled myself in. She started the van and pulled out of parking lot. When we were on the road, she asked me for my name.

“My name is Jack, what’s yours?”

“Stephanie, but most people just call me slut.”

I chuckled, “I guess you have a pretty open lifestyle then huh?” She shook her head, “no, I’m actually a virgin, but everyone loves irony, so they call me slut.” She seemed embarrassed, and her cheeks turned a rosy red. I almost creamed my pants, this sexy lady, a virgin? I mean, I was too, but she was so beautiful.

I gave her a playful punch to the shoulder, “don’t be embarrassed, I’m a virgin too.” She breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly changed the subject. “So where do you live anyway?” She asked. “I live in a little house off of Franklin Road,” I told her.

She almost froze in her seat, then turned to me and said, “I only have half a gallon of gas left, we would never make it.” I groaned and laid my head back in disappointment.

Then, in almost a whisper, she said, “you could stay with me for the night.” I turned to her in surprise, but she did not look back at me, as if she was too embarrassed to look me in the eye. I smiled, “I would love too.”

She cracked a smile of her own, and with that my cock was roused from its slumber. I didn’t want to create an awkward situation, so I adjusted myself as discreetly as possible. She giggled, and I froze, thinking I was caught. But she didn’t seem to notice, and I calmed down.

We were silent the rest of the drive, which was only another ten minutes. She pulled into an apartment complex and parked the van. I got out and followed her up to her place. She wrangled with the keys for a minute, then opened the door and welcomed me in.

Her apartment was nice, and very spacious, but that’s not what I was looking at. Her curvy figure was complimented by her attire, and when she walked her ass seemed to sway, begging for my attention. I was a decent man however, and did nothing but nervously take a seat on her couch.

“Do you want something to drink?” She called from the kitchen.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.” I called back.

“Wine it is then.” She said, emerging from the kitchen with a wine bottle and two glasses. I had never tasted wine before, but after my first sip I found I enjoyed it.

We bursa escort started talking about Punk Rock, as that was a common interest between us, and the time just slipped away. I felt like I had known her my whole life. We shared the same favorite bands, and both wanted to be novelists. I enjoyed talking to her, and before I knew it, two hours had slipped away from us.

Eventually, the conversation led to sex. “I’ve had the chance, but I always wanted to wait for the right moment, I really wanted to enjoy it the first time.” I told her. She nodded in agreement, “that’s exactly how I feel.” I started to get nervous and looked down at my wineglass, almost afraid to look her in the eyes.

I felt her hand slide down and grasp mine, and a bolt of electricity went through my body. I looked at her, and saw what seemed to be a mix of anticipation, and maybe lust? Her eyes pierced me as she sized up the situation. “Ya know Jack, I feel really comfortable around you. I know I’ve only known you for a few hours, but I felt as if I’ve known you my whole life,” she said.

I nodded, “I feel the same way about you, it’s almost as if, I was meant to meet you tonight.”

And with that, I perked up the courage and kissed her full on the lips. She seemed elated, and happily kissed me back. Her lips were moist, and I felt like I was in heaven. She pushed me back on the couch, and straddled me. She bent down and passionately kissed me, her tongue slipping into my mouth. I led my tongue to match hers, and we french kissed for almost ten minutes.

She suddenly sat up and removed her shirt, her C cup breasts barely contained by her bra. I reached around her back and un-snapped it, sending the bra to the floor and my cock to the ceiling. Her breasts were large for her small frame, but did not sag a bit. I cupped one in my hand caressed it softly, drawing a heavy breath from her.

I kissed it, and then licked in circles around her nipple. She gave a slight moan, and started to rub my cock through my pants. I started to suck on her nipple, while dragging my fingertips across the other. She purred at my touch, and then kissed me again. Our tongues met once more and we made out for another few minutes.

She took my shirt off and threw it to the floor, dragging her fingertips across my chest. Her fingers felt electric to the touch, sending chills down my spine. My cock grew to its full erection and made an obvious tent in my pants.

She unzipped me and dragged my pants down to my ankles, and I worked to get them off of my feet. The only thing separating her from my cock was my boxer shorts, which were soon also pulled off and thrown to the floor. My cock stood at the ready, its full six and a half inches standing erect. She grasped it with her hand and slowly pumped up and down.

My breathing grew shallow as she jerked me off, and when she brushed her fingertips across my balls I had to fight the urge to cum. She worked her hand up and down my shaft, causing chills from my head to my feet.

She made me sit up and then got on her knees in front of me, and I licked my lips in anticipation. A small bead of pre-cum was resting on the top of my cock, and she used her finger to wipe it off.

She licked my balls, slowly sucking one in her mouth, and then the other. I moaned slightly, enjoying the sensations. She dragged her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip, and then engulfed the first few inches into her mouth. I almost blew my load right there, but fought back the urge and let her continue.

She bobbed her head up and down, and sucked lightly. Her tongue was working the sensitive underside, and I gasped in pleasure. Her hand toyed with my balls as she sucked me off, almost sending me to the roof with pleasure.

She went down very far, and it caused her to gag a little. But she was determined, and on the third try sucked the whole length of my shaft down her throat, inch by inch. I lightly stroked her hair, and moaned as she sucked me.

After a few minutes, I felt an orgasm building, and tried to pull her off, not wanting to be bursa eskort rude and cum in her mouth.

“Stephanie, I…I’m gonna to cum.”

She did not stop her attack however, but was renewed. She continued bobbing her head up and down, and then sucked my entire length down her throat. That did it for me, and I started to cum with a fury.

The first jet of sperm flew down her throat, and she quickly swallowed. This was followed by four more cum spurts, which she happily swallowed. After another minute of teasing my now deflating cock, she sat up and kissed me.

I tasted myself in her mouth, but this just turned me on even more. We kissed furiously, tongues fighting each other.

After another minute of kissing I began to stroke her through her pants, causing her to sigh. She quickly took her pants off, and slid her cotton panties to the floor. I had my breath taken at the site of her beautiful sex.

She was completely shaven, and her pussy lips bulged with excitement. I took a finger and ran it down her slit, then inserted a finger into her. She gasped, and laid down onto the couch, legs spread, enjoying the attention.

I worked one finger in and out of her, with the other rubbing her now swollen clit. After a few minutes I inserted another finger, causing her to moan loudly.

I ran my tongue up and down her thighs, teasing her. She stroked my hair, and gently tried to push my head down into her. I chuckled at this, and ran my tongue just barely over her clit. She gasped loudly, and angled herself to better receive this treatment.

I continued to move my two fingers in and out of her, while running my tongue in circles on her clit. Her moans grew in noise and intensity, and soon she was nearly screaming in pleasure.

She suddenly grasped the edges of the couch, and screamed very loudly as the orgasm took her, sending her into a wild spree of animalistic grunts and yells. I continued my work, and after awhile I sat up and kissed her.

She didn’t seem to care I had just eaten her, but instead shoved her tongue in my mouth. We kissed very passionately for almost fifteen minutes, and then she led me into her bedroom. I threw her down on the bed and kissed her some more.

She started to stroke my cock and soon brought it back to life. I laid down on top of her and spread her legs. I angled my dick and placed it at the entrance of her pussy.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

She nodded, and urged me to continue. I shook my head, “what about a condom?”

“Its alright, I’m on birth control. So please Jack, please fuck me.” She said. Her dirty talk drove me wild, and we kissed for another minute.

I placed the first couple of inches into her, and we both moaned audibly. I encountered a barrier that I figured to be her hymen. I kissed her once more, very passionately, and then thrust forward, burying myself into her.

She bit her lip and fought a scream of pain, but it soon resided, and I continued. I started out slow, softly retreating out of her and then slowly easing myself back in, letting her get used to my size.

I increased my pace, and was soon fucking her very fast, her moans driving me wild and encouraging me. She angled upward and wrapped her legs around me, which caused me to go even deeper into her pussy. We were both soon grunting like animals, and I enjoyed the tightness of her.

Her pussy seemed to grip me, and that sent me wild. I fucked her hard and fast, both of us screaming in pleasure.

She suddenly arched her back and let out a scream, and shuddered violently as her second orgasm overtook her. That was all it took to set me off, and I soon moaned loudly as my own orgasm shook me to the core.

I thrust once more, and sent ribbons of cum deep into her pussy. Our orgasms shook us to the core, and we both collapsed onto the bed.

She kissed me, and I happily returned it. We kissed for another few minutes, and then she got up to go turn off the light.

She climbed back into bed and snuggled against me. I soon drifted off into sleep, with my punk rock princess held tight in my arms.

THE END

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Brunette

My buddies had talked me into going to that club, but I wasn’t in the mood for the crowds and noise. We sat at the bar, checking out the women, but the place was mostly couples. The few singles seemed standoffish.

At the end of the bar was an older couple, in their fifties, arguing. Who knew about what, but it was ugly. He grabbed at her wrist, and she pushed him away. The bartender had to intervene, and they wound up leaving.

My head pounded and I gave up, told my friends I’d catch them later, and walked to my car. I passed an SUV with the lights on. It was the couple from inside. The woman came bolting out, screaming, “Help! Help me Please!”

Her blouse was torn, showing her bra and her face was streaked with tears. Our eyes met and she whispered, “Please, get me out of here, Please!”

The guy was crawling out behind her, angrier than before, and looking fairly drunk. He saw me and slowed a bit.

She cowered behind me, and I asked him, “Is there a problem?”

“Mind your own business, Ass Hole!”

“This just became my business when you called me Ass Hole,” I said, glaring.

He tried to grab at her past me, and I slammed him into the fender with a fore arm to the throat. His hand came up at me and I kneed him in the groin, doubling him over.

I turned to her but she was gone, looking back as she climbed in a cab. He was still doubled over, and I bent and said, “Relax, catch bursa otele gelen escort your breath, then go home and sleep it off. And be careful how you treat people.”

He was still slumped by the SUV as I drove off.

A week went by and I was at my usual hangout, tossing back a few brews when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to face the woman from the club. “Remember me?” she asked.

“I sure do! Where’s your boyfriend?”

She laughed. “He was a blind date, believe it or not. That’s why I never go on those things.”

“So, what brings you here, coincidence?”

“Not exactly. The next night I went back to the club and one of your friends was there again, Nick? He said this was your regular place.”

“Nick should have told me.”

“Sorry, I just wanted to apologize for running out on you, and maybe buy you a drink to thank you.”

“That’s not really necessary…”

“Bartender…?”

Her name was Sharon, divorced 2 years, just starting to date again. An old friend had set up the date, and the friend’s husband had told the date he was lucky she didn’t press charges and should be thankful he got off so easily.

“He showed up half-drunk, then all he wanted was to go to a motel! I told him that wasn’t happening. I’m no prude but at least wait for me to give you a sign, right!”

We were on our fourth by then. “Absolutely! bursa eve gelen eskort The nerve!”

“John, don’t make fun of me!” she laughed.

“Me? Never! Oh, wait, was that a sign?”

She smirked. “You’ll know it when I give it.”

“When, not if? That’s good! Just kidding!” I was enjoying her. She was funny and honest, reminded me of Aunt Val who never married, even though she had lots of offers. I always wondered about Val, sexually.

Sharon was built like her, too. Bushy red hair, brown eyes, round cheeks, five foot six, with a curvy body, not fat, but definitely curvy.

She joked. “Oh, John! The sight of you, leaping in to save me! So in control! So Manly!”

“Yeah, that’s cause you popped out with one tit showing! I wanted to see the other!”

“John!” admonishing me with a smile, “You’re so fresh! … so you’re a breast man?”

I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Breasts, ass, legs, you name it. And eyes, you got great eyes!”

She leaned back a bit, batted her eyelashes and said, “Oh, thank you, Sir! You are everso nice!” then she kissed me, a quick peck.

I licked my lip, looking at her. “Be careful what you start…”

“As long as I start it, there’s nothing to be careful about,” she replied, her lips still half-parted, so I leaned in and gave her a real kiss and she kissed back, then whispered, bayan escort bursa “This isn’t the place.”

“I agree. I’m a mile away.”

“Okay”

In five minutes we were inside my apartment, locked together in a passionate kiss. I had no problem with the 20 year age difference, and neither did she? Her hand was between my legs massaging my erection, while I hefted her breast to my mouth. Her nipples were hard and sensitive, based on her reaction.

I led her into the den, with us pawing at each other. There, I got her top off and tossed it aside as she expertly opened my slacks, digging in and coming out with my six incher. “Hmmm,” she hummed, dropping to the couch and taking my cock in her hungry mouth.

I pulled my shirt over my head and stepped out of my pants as she worked on me. Looking down, she even looked like Aunt Val, which made it more exciting. I had to pull her up to keep from cumming too soon.

As we kissed again, I tugged at her slacks, dragging them and the panties down, exposing her hairy bush. I laid her back on the couch and she spread for me. I knelt between her legs and she grabbed my shaft and guided it into her. She bucked wildly, until she got used to the feel, then she began moving, swaying, saying how good it felt.

My horniness took over and I picked up the pace, ramming into her as she sank into the couch, moaning. I was approaching my climax when she seemed to peak, too.

I let out a deep groan as she screamed in my ear, and we both let loose. I spasmed again and again, and she squirmed and sobbed. We laid there a long time, kissing and petting.

She slowly dressed and called a cab, and we kissed goodnight at the door with a promise of calling, but we never did. I guess I had gotten my just reward.

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A Love Story

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Everyone in the story is over 18 years of age.

This is a slow developing story, so don’t expect sex in the first paragraph! Actually, I wrote this as a love story, so there isn’t much sex in the story at all.

Chapter 1

This is the story of one really happy family, well eventually happy family. My name is Patricia and I am a lesbian. I am what some women refer to as a “Gold Star Lesbian”. Meaning I have never had sex with a man. In fact, other than my deceased father, I have never even kissed a man. Even then it was only a chaste kiss on the cheeks. Sure, when I was a very little girl, I kissed my Daddy on the lips, but that came to an end the older I got. The one thing that never did change was that until the day my mother passed away, I continued to kiss her on the lips.

Early on in my life, I realized that I really enjoyed kissing girls. I thought I was very weird because none of the girls that I knew ever talked about kissing girls except the random insult thrown at girls acting different than was expected of them. So “dyke comments” and peer pressure were the deciding factors in hiding my desires from my friends and family. And now as an 18 year old “never been kissed” virgin lesbian, I was graduating from high school.

As I mentioned earlier, my parents have both passed away. But that did not happen until just a few months ago, shortly after graduation. My mother had suffered with a long term illness, and lost her battle one month to the day after I graduated. Of course my Dad was devastated. Mom was the love of his life, in fact he would always refer to Mom as the center of his entire universe. With a love like that, it was really no surprise when he told me one day that he loved me more than anything else, but he really wanted to go where Mom was. The following day, I came home and he had done just that. He had gone to wherever Mom was. Doctor did a complete examination and determined the cause to be “natural cause of death”. I on the other hand, knew that Dad had died of a broken heart.

I was the only child so it was up to me to handle everything. For a young lady trying to get ready to go to college and all the preparation that entails, the last thing I needed was the added stress of burying Dad and all the legal hassles involved with that. I was the prime example of what many call “a basket case”. I was so emotionally wound that I came very close to just forgetting about college.

Something had to give, and that was the easiest headache to dispose of. I made the decision to put college on hold for a while, if not permanently. I finally took care of all the legalities involved with my Dad’s passing, with the exception of the reading of his will. Unknown to me dad, had made sure that “his little girl” (as I got older I absolutely HATED hearing him call me that Although now I would give anything to hear it just one more time.) was well taken care of. So much so, that I could live a very long and leisurely life, and never have to work, or continue my education.

That being said, I had way to much respect for my dad and I knew that I would honor his desire to see me continue my education. After the dust settled, I began to try to revive my slowly eroding dreams of attending college. As I did not want to put too much stress back in my life to soon, I decided to just take care of the basic requirements needed for a Bachelor’s Degree. I could decide on a major later on. I was lucky in that, even though it was getting late into the summer, I was still able to get accepted to the local community college about 20 miles from my house. That allowed me to live in my old house and attend courses. You’ll notice that I called it “my house” as opposed to “my home”. There was just too much missing to call it a home.

And so it began. I was a college freshman living alone in the house I grew up in. Add to that, my “status” as not only a lesbian, but again, a “never been kissed” virgin. So it was right back in the fire for me. Stress levels were rising on an almost daily basis. I was not a “party girl”, so I rarely went out to bars and even if I did, I avoided putting myself in a position that required interaction with another human being, much less if that human being turned out to be a cute girl. What was I supposed to do? Walk up to her and say “Hi, I’m a lesbian and a virgin! Do you want to do me?”.

While I am sure that I could have gotten a positive reply to that scenario, it was not the way I wanted to start out in a relationship. And that is the problem. I wanted a relationship! I wanted what my Mom and Dad had. I just wanted it to be Mom and Mom for me.

Chapter 2

There I stood, on the sidewalk looking at the entrance to Fulton Community College. I walked towards the big glass double doors, wondering if I had made the right decision escort bayan and what the future held for me. I am 19 and alone in the world, but if I wanted to been seen as an adult I had to act like one. I took a deep breath and walked thru the glass doors and was immediately run over by the most beautiful young woman I have ever seen in my life. She was frantic, apologizing repeatedly while trying to figure out where she was supposed to be going. The poor girl was almost in tears. Her longtime boyfriend broke up with her since she was going to college two hundred miles from him. Doing that, obviously meant that she did not love him

I grabbed her, holding her tight while she sobbed. She composed herself, apologized for what had to be the twentieth time. I felt so sorry for her, but at the same time, I had a difficult time trying to hide my giggling. Unfortunately, that only upset her even more. Finally getting her to calm down, I found that we were headed for the same classroom, and that her name was Sandra.

That was the beginning of “us”, even if we did not realize it at the time. We became fast friends and wound up spending almost all our free time together. The sad part about that is that neither one of us dated, and it seemed that neither one of us noticed. We both failed to realize that it was always Patricia and Sandra wherever we went. There were never any male friends or in hindsight no female friends either. Sure there would be a group of us that would go out to eat or occasionally to a club, but any other time it was just “us”.

Then it happened! It was a Saturday morning, obviously no school today, and I realized that it was halfway thru November. Next week Sandra would be going home for Thanksgiving, and would be gone for five days. Other than the fact that I lived in my house and she had a room in the dorm, we were never really apart from one another for more than a couple of hours a day. For five days, I would be alone and on the holiday no less. I WAS MISERABLE, thinking about that. ALONE!!!! But wait, why did Sandra going home to see her family bother me so much. It was only five days, and I knew she would be coming back.

As I sat in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee, I began to reflect on the time that had passed since Sandra had knocked me for loop as I entered thru those glass doors that first day. I thought about her almost in tears, how I had hugged her and comforted her that first day. It turned out that Sandra had never been away from home and she was feeling as alone as I actually was! I thought about her face, so very innocent, so beautiful. Her body, while not overly endowed was to me, spectacular. The way she made me laugh. The way she worried over me when I wasn’t feeling good. I also realized that she was always taking care of me. Always wanting to know if I needed anything. The way she always had a shoulder for me to lean on if I was having a bad day.

I took another sip of coffee staring off into space. Seeing Sandra in my mind’s eye. Another sip of coffee, seeing Sandra, the beautiful woman she is. Another sip of coffee, seeing Sandra, the woman I loved! Wait, what????? Where did that come from? Sandra, the woman I loved? LOVED? The cup shattered to pieces on the floor, as I realized that yes, it was Sandra, the woman I loved. And then there was absolute, completely encompassing PANIC! I could never admit that. I could never tell Sandra that I loved her. She was straight and I was so afraid of not only screwing up our friendship, but losing her from my life forever. I couldn’t face the chance of losing her.

So after cleaning up the mess I made by destroying my favorite coffee cup, I decided that I would have to keep this revelation a closely guarded secret. I couldn’t lose her, so I would suffer in silence. I know, how melodramatic could I possibly be? Right? Suffer in silence? But I did know that this was a topic that I could never open up for discussion with her. This would be the only secret I had kept from her, even though we had agreed to always be open and honest with each other. Her friendship was not worth the risk. I would keep my love for her to myself, so that I could keep her in my life.

Chapter 3

That is how it was for the next week and a half. I kept my feelings bottled up inside me. But like I said, it was worth it, actually SHE was worth it. Wednesday afternoon, I took her to the bus station to catch her bus home. If everything went as planned, Sandra would be safe at home by midnight tonight. Surrounded by her family and friends back home. I would be spending Thanksgiving at the house and probably have a Thanksgiving dinner at the diner near the college.

It really isn’t as pathetic as it sounds. I did enjoy my dinner and I have been to the diner enough times that the folks working there knew me by name. But I did miss what I called “my only REAL friend”, and was looking forward to Sunday afternoon when Sandra would return. altıparmak escort bayan We talked every day, and used up a good bit of data as we sent countless texts and selfies to each other. I just kept reminding myself that it would soon be Sunday afternoon.

Sunday morning, I got a really strange text from Sandra. Her text was “Headed to the bus station. Will soon be home, where I belong!” and followed by several little red hearts, which was completely out of character for her. Not sure what to make of that, I replied that I would be waiting for her at the station and have a safe trip. And with that, I was once again sitting in my kitchen drinking a cup of coffee day dreaming of Sandra and wondering exactly what it would be like to have her as a girlfriend. I even began to wonder if I should risk out friendship and admit my love for her. Once again, chickened out and decided to keep my love a closely guarded secret. Little did I know that when the bus driver set those air brakes and Sandra came off the bus that my life would change forever.

I sat there in my car and watched as the bus pulled in and parked. I heard the air brakes set and the door opened. Getting out of the car, I began looking for Sandra. One by one, all the passengers came off the bus, but no sign of Sandra. That was strange, as she had once told me that she always tried to sit in the front of the bus so she could get off quicker and not get stuck behind slow people and kids. The flow of people getting off the bus had slowed to a trickle and no sign of Sandra. I leaned in the car to grab my phone so I could check my messages to see if she missed the bus. No messages, so I turned to stand up and call her, but never had the chance to enter the first digit of her number. As I stood and turned, I was tackled and for the second time, Sandra had knocked me on my butt. And like last time, there were tears. Unlike last time, Sandra was not in panic mode, well maybe a little but for an entirely different reason. When I landed on my butt, Sandra had gone down with me. Combine that with how tightly she was holding on to me, I was having a hard time breathing and figuring out what was going on.

We were both on the ground with Sandra more or less laying on me. She was hugging me and the tears turned to full on crying. She held on tightly as if she were afraid she was going to lose me, and through the tears, she said “Patricia, I love you with all my heart and soul. It might mean losing you but I can’t hold it in any longer”. And with that Sandra kissed me. Not a peck on the lips, but a soul searching, we are one, kinda kiss. Talk about the shock of a lifetime! Remember me, Patricia, the never been kissed virgin??? Well, the never been kissed part went completely out the window as I returned the kiss with every bit of passion that I could muster.

Sandra finally let me get off the ground as we continued to kiss each other. It finally dawn on Sandra, that I was as much involved in the kissing as she was. While we were locked together in a passionate kiss, her eyes flew open with a look somewhere between shock and surprise, as she realized that I wasn’t upset or trying to push her away. I was as tightly wrapped around her as she was around me. She pulled back from the kiss and said “please take me home”.

We collected her bags, jumped in the car, and off we went. Me driving in what could be best described as “a shell shocked” manner trying to figure out what kind of drugs Sandra is using? Sandra sitting there in stunned silence, I’m guessing trying to figure out how to process my response to her overzealous “I love You” attack! I am sure that she expected me to become completely unglued, and leave her sitting on the side of the road. While I am sure she was ecstatic about my response, it left her with no plan of action. She was probably prepared to plead her case, trying to save our friendship. But now, she realized that wasn’t the case, that I was at least somewhat interested and might even share her feelings.

As I drove along, she suddenly realized that I had driven past her apartment causing Sandra to remind me where she lived and she wanted to get home. She needed to shower and take care of her “personal” items. She felt dirty and grungy after her long bus ride. I told her not to worry, she could shower and freshen up at my house. I told her that obviously we had several things to discuss. That last statement, obviously caused her to become more than slightly nervous and apprehensive about where that conversation would lead.

We got to my house, unloaded her bags, and I sent Sandra off to get cleaned up and relaxed. While she was in the shower, I started her laundry, a pot of coffee, and tried desperately to figure out what I wanted to say during our upcoming discussion. I knew I had fallen in love with her, but really had no idea when that happened. She had , according to her, fallen in love with nilüfer eskort me, which surprised me because we had never done anything except the usual hug and kiss on the cheek. So, I decided to wait and see what she had to say, and hope I didn’t screw it up by saying something stupid.

I heard the bathroom door open, and Sandra walked out wrapped in a towel, with a second towel wrapped around her head. I sat on the sofa with two cups of coffee, waiting for Sandra to join me. She came and sat very close to me, close enough that our knees were touching and sipped her coffee. Suddenly the words just flooded out of her mouth. It took ten minutes, but I finally got her to shut up. I did that by leaning over and kissing her, and not a peck on the lips. I kissed Sandra like it was the last kiss I would ever get. That ended all thoughts about a discussion.

I took Sandra’s hand and led her to the bedroom, and pulled her up on the bed with me. I gently pushed her backwards so that she was on her back looking up at me. I could see the look of confusion in her eyes. I leaned over for another kiss as I started pulling her towel of her body. I had seen her naked many times since we met, but this, this time I was looking at her in a completely different light. I wanted her to look in my eyes and see the love that I wanted to share with her. To see that I felt the same as her, but had been too afraid to say anything.

After more kissing, I decided to take the risk, and I cupped both her breast gently massaging her nipples. I couldn’t wait any longer, covering her left nipple with my mouth attempting and massaging her right nipple with my hand. I was in heaven! I don’t know how many times I had fantasized about this, about pleasing her, about… Wait, I don’t know what to do?? Until Sandra tackled me at the bus station, I had never even had a real kiss, and now I was going to try and please her? Sandra, sensed that something was wrong asking me why I stopped. I had tears in my eyes, when I told her that I had idea what I was supposed to be doing. I was a virgin, until she kissed me, I had never been kissed. It all came pouring out. I’m a lesbian, I am in love with her, I have never been kissed, on and on and on I rambled. Finally, she pushed her finger to my lips, told me to “shut up” and put my lips to some good use.

I smiled and returned to pleasuring her nipples with hands, tongue, and lips. I lost all control, I was kissing, fondling, touching, rubbing, kissing, fondling every inch of her I could get to. I didn’t know it could feel like this and she wasn’t doing anything to me, I was doing all the work. I left her breasts, kissing my way down across her stomach and focused on her belly button. I kissed and licked her belly causing her to bust out laughing, which kinda hurt my feelings! She hurriedly explained that her stomach was extremely ticklish and that I had done nothing wrong. In fact to this point I had done everything right, and she encouraged me to continue with my exploration of her body.

I spent some more times nibbling on her stomach and belly button, while I slid my hand down to her pussy. She was SOAKED! I couldn’t wait any longer. I buried my face and tongue in Sandra’s pussy. I was addicted and there was no way I was ever going to give this up. I licked her pussy, shoving my tongue as deep into her as I could reach. I sucked her clit into my mouth and pushed two fingers into her pussy. I lapped at her juices as if they were what gave me life. I knew that I would spend as much time as I could with my mouth and tongue lapping up her tangy juice. With my tongue buried in her pussy, my thumb stroking her clit, I looked up across her torso to her face. I was startled because her face looked like she was in pain. Her faced was scrunched up, eyes clinched tight, a look of real pain!

Suddenly her eyes flew open, as she yelled, “don’t you dare stop!”. Keep going, lick my pussy, EAT ME BITCH!!!. I happily obliged her, and dove back into her pussy as if my life depended on it. Licking her clit, two fingers in her pussy, and one finger just brushing over her asshole. She reached down with both hands and literally tried to pull my head inside her pussy. Sandra started convulsing, screaming and cussing. Using words I have never heard her use before. Sandra finally tensed up to the point that she was a rigid as a statue for what seemed like forever, but in fact was only a couple of minutes. The breath that she was holding rushed out of body followed by a long groan as she collapsed on the bed. I slid up to hold her and gently kissed her lips and nose. Her eyes opened for a split second, closed and she drifted off to sleep.

I finally got around to taking my clothes off, pulled the covers up over us and drifted off to sleep with her wrapped in my arms. That night I dreamed of things that I would have never thought possible. I dreamed of marriage, I dreamed of kids, I dreamed of Sandra as my wife. Then I woke up in a cold sweat, what was she dreaming of? Did she think of me like that? Now I was worried, but god, she was so beautiful laying there asleep. She said she loved me, she is naked in my bed after a night that I spent trying desperately to please her, but god she is beautiful laying there asleep.

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