İnşaatta holiganların tecavüzüne uğradım (Alıntı)
Merhaba değerli porno hikayeler okurları 18 yaşında geçti bu olay başımdan.Çok çocuksu, kendini bilmez, davranışlarıma ve konuşmam hiç dikkat etmezdim.Miyon tipli olduğum için genelde arkadaşlarım büyüde gel derlerdi.O gün arkadaşım Taner ile geceye kalmıştık.Okuldan sohbet edip gülüyorduk.Karşımızda eski bir yarı tamamlanmış inşaat bina vardı. Birileri konuşuyordu.İçeriye doğru yürüdük gizlice.Genç holiganlar vardı belli çok içmişlerdi birbirleriyle tartışıyorlardı.Tanerle biz gizlenmiştik.Taner gülerek saklandığımız yerden onlara küfür etti. Görünmediğimiz için çocuklar çevreye bakındılar.Taner aniden ayağa kalkıp koştu.Çocuklar onu tutmak için peşlerine düştü.Bense öyle yerimde kalmıştım.Kontrolümü kaybetmiştim.Önümde lamba yakılan bir inşaat odası vardı oraya doğru koştum.Kapısı vardı.İçeriye girdiğimde bir holigan da içki içiyordu. Arkamdan 2 çocuk da geldi. İçlerinden biri küfür edip beni yere itti.
Bira içen ise yere eğilip elleriyle yanaklarıma elledi çok da tatlı dedi.Ayağa kalkıp kapıya doğru koştupumda uzun saçlısı arkadan belime yapıştı sırıtarak ” nereye gidiyosun” dedi.Korkmuştum diğeri kemerini çözüyordu.Arkamdan sarılan çocukta bir eliyle pantolonunu çözüyordu.”Zafer abi tut çocuğu” diyordu.Ayağa kalkıp ellerimden tuttu. Uzun saçlı olana Alex diyorlardı. Arkamdan sarılmış beni duvara karşı sürükledi.Pantolonumu indirdi.Ben arkamdakileri görmüyor onların sesine tanık oluyordum.Korkuyordum.Arkama göz ucuyla baktığımda holiganın aletini sıvazlamasını gördüm. Alex ise popoma dil atıyordu.Zafer popomun iki tarafınıda ayırmıştı. Gülüyorlardı kuru kuru sikicez seni dediler. Alex sikini popoma dayadı girişte çok zorlanmıştım gözümden yaş aktı bağırdım ahhh diye. Canım çok acıyordu.
Duvara karşı olduğum için bir şey yapamıyordum.Zafer bu seferde ağzımı tuttu.Alex yavaşça giriyordu.diğer holigan bırak bana dedi.diz üstü yere çömeltip ağzımı yuvarlattı.Siki çok uzundu.İlk defa öyle büyük bir sik görmüştüm. Damarlıydı ve çok kalındı.Ağzıma girmiycekti sanki. Ağzıma sokuyordu.Başımı yukarı çekmiş ona bakmamı sağladı. Boğazıma kadar soktuğunda sulandı boğazım .Alex beni köpek pozisyonuna yatırıp popomu iyice araladı ve yarrağını ittirdi.İçime girip çıkıyordu.”hepsini alıcaksın yarrağımın ” dedi.
Hızlıydı epeyde hızlanmıştı. Zaferse memeuclarıma dokunuyordu.Kalçalarım çok ağrıyordu.Ağzımda bir tat vardı çocuk boşalmıştı ağzıma ama hayla sikiyordu.Sinirlenmişti boşaldığı için o yüzden burnumu tutup ağzımın içine tükürdü ve yine yarrağını soktu ama bu sefer boğulucaktım. Zafer yanaklarımdan sıkarak kemerini çözdü. Alex hayla kalçalarıma sokuyordu.Ağrıdan ölücektim. Ağzımı siken çocuk ayağıyla beni yere yatırttı.Zafer üzerime çıktı. Kalçalarımı tuttu, sıktı araladı. Deliğim yanıyordu.bir eliyle içime giriyor diğeriyle ağzımı kapıyordu.Kulağıma yanaştı ” Çatır çıtır sikicem seni aşkım” diyordu.VE bir hamlede kökledi. Ben müthiş bağırdım ileri doğru kıvrıldım ama siki çıkmıyordu popomdan hayla sikiyordu. Çıkarmak istiyordum elimle arkamda sikine elledim O ise ellerimden kavradı ve tüm kuvvetiyle bir kez daha yarrağını iteledi kalçama. Bağırdım Alex yere oturdu ağzıma sikini dayadı. Boşalıyordu.
Suyu aktığında ağzımı araladı ve ağzıma boşaldı.Zafer hızlanmıştı çatır çıtır sikiyordu ben daha çok ağrı çekiyordum bağırmak istiyordum ama ağzım alexin spermiyle doluydu.Yapış yapış olmuştu ağzım.Zafer de dayanamamıştı içime boşalmıştı.Üçüncü Yüz üstü çevirdi beni.ve ikinci kez gözlerime boşaldı.Ağzım spermle doluydu Alex ağzımı tutup öpüyordu beni diliyle ağzımın içindekileri yaladı.Diğerleri gidiyorlardı. Alex beni yarı kaldırıp ona sakso yaparsam beni serbest bırakacağını söyledi.Elimle kalın sikini tutup dudaklarımla yaladım temizledim sikini.Alttarafınıda yalattırdı.bir parmağıyla da deliğimin içini mıncırıyordu. Doymamıştı bana son kez boşalmak istiyordu.Ona masumca baktım oda son kez boşalıp odayı terketti. Giyinip evime gittim.O hafta sınıfta kimseyle konuşmamıştım.

Sarhoş Yengem

60 yaşındaki dayım daha çok karı kız meselelerinden dolayı eşinden boşanmış, bir süre sonra da bir oğlu olan ve eşi ölmüş 36 yaşındaki dul bir kadınla (Ayşe) evlenmişti. Ben de üniversite için Ankara’ya gelmiş ve yurtta kalmaya başlamıştım. Küçüklükten beri aramız iyi olan dayım sık sık beni evine çağırıyordu. Ben rahatsızlık vermemek için gitmemeye çalışsam da pek fazla kaçınamıyordum. Dayımın yeni eşi Ayşe abla samimi ve çok cana yakın bir kadındı ve hiç yabancılık çekmeden kendisine alıştım. İkinci sınıfın başından itibaren daha sık gitmeye ve onlarda kalmaya başladım. İkisi de çalıştıklarından bazen Ayşe ablanın ilkokula giden oğlunu okuldan alıp eve götürüyordum ve onlar gelene kadar çocukla ilgileniyor, derslerine yardım ediyordum ve o günlerin bazısında onlarda kalıyordum. Genelde yemeklerde içki içilir, onlar rakı bense bira içerdim. Bazen dayım erken yatar biz Ayşe ablayla içmeye devam eder havadan sudan konuşurduk. Bu içki sofralarında bazen tartıştıkları da oluyordu. Ben onlar tartışmaya başlayınca yatmaya giderdim çünkü bu tartışmaların ardından ateşli bir şekilde sevişeceklerini biliyordum artık. Dayım yaşına rağmen libidosu yüksek biriydi ve mekanizmasının hala sağlam çalıştığını biliyordum. Onlarda kaldığımda ben yatak odalarının bitişiğindeki odada kalıyordum. Dayım ve Ayşe abla seviştiklerinde bazen Ayşe ablanın derin iç çekişlerini, kesik çığlıklarını duyuyordum. Bir süre sonra Ayşe abla odadan seri adımlarla çıkıp yalpalayarak banyoya doğru koşturuyordu. Hatta bir gece yarı karanlıkta çıplak şekilde bacaklarının arasına sıkıştırdığı külotuyla koşarak gittiğini görmüştüm. Merakıma yenilip ben de bir süre sonra banyoya gittiğimde beyaz bir ıslaklığa bürünmüş ve sıcaklığı henüz üzerinde olan külotunu kirli çamaşırların en üstünde bulurdum.

Artık onlarda kaldığımda neredeyse sevişmedikleri gün olmuyordu. Dayım yaşına rağmen Ayşe ablayı inletebiliyordu zevkten. Ben cinsel olarak çok faal olsam da kız arkadaşım da olduğu için bunları olağan karşılıyordum. Ancak bir süre sonra Ayşe abla gözüme daha farklı görünmeye başladı. Hafif balık etli vücudu ve biraz büyük kalçaları ve buna rağmen küçük göğüsleriyle bana çok çekici ve seksi gelmeye başladı. Mastürbasyonlarımın kahramanı oluvermişti birden. Kız arkadaşımla sevişip geldikten sonra dahi onu düşleyerek mastürbasyon yapıyordum. Onlarda kaldığımda bir akşamın sabahında Ayşe ablanın iç çamaşırlarını keşfettim. Dantelli, beyaz, kırmızı ve siyah renkler ağırlıktaydı. Ben bazen bunlara bakarak bazen koklayarak mastürbasyon yapmaya ve bunların üzerine boşalmaya devam ettim. Bir süre sonra kirli çamaşırlarına merak saldım ve bunları koklayarak üzerlerine boşalıyordum. Temiz olanları kurutup tekrar yerine koyuyor, kirlileri öylece çamaşır sepetine atıyordum. Ayşe abla bende bir tutku haline gelmişti artık. Ancak kendisine hiçbir şey hissettirmiyordum ve aramızdaki ilişk**e değişiklik olmamıştı. Bana bazen dayımın kötü huylarından, kendisini sinir eden davranışlarından ve başka kadınlara muhtemel ilgisinden bahseder ve dert yanardı. Haklıydı da. Bir gün düzensiz bir şekilde eve geldiğimde kapıyı anahtar üzerinde olduğundan açamamıştım. Beş dakika sonra kapı açıldığında dayım telaşlı bir haldeydi. Evde başka bir kadının olduğunu anlamıştım ve bir şey unutmuş gibi yapıp geri dönmüştüm. Kadın olup olmadığını anlamak için biraz dışarıda beklediğimde önce bir kadın çıkmış, beş dakika sonra da dayım çıkmıştı evden. Daha sonra aracının anahtarını kaybeden dayım yedek anahtarını getirmemi istediğinde gittiğim yerde tesadüfen aynı kadını balkonda bize bakarken görmüştüm.

Dayım bazı günlerde şehir dışına çıktığında da onlarda kalıyordum. Böyle günlerde de birlikte yemek yer ve dayım olmadığı için o da benimle birlikte bira içerdi. Daha sonra da 7 yaşındaki oğluyla yatak odasında yatardı. Tüm bunları ben olumsuz yorumlayıp onunla bir macera yaşayamayacağıma yorardım ama kendisine de çok tutkun hale gelmiştim. Bazen kız arkadaşımla onların yatağında sevişirken Ayşe’yle seviştiğimi düşünüp daha azgın hale geliyordum. Yine dayımın olağan yokluklarından birinde ben Ayşe’nin oğluna ders çalıştırmış ve sonra da o sabah çıkardığı kirli külotuna boşalmıştım. Ayşe eve geldi yemek yedik ve ben tv’de bir film izlemeye başladım. Ayşe abla yemek ve bulaşık işlerini hallettikten sonra biraz işiyle ilgilendi ve uykusu gelen oğlunu dayım olmadığı için kendi yatak odalarına yatırdı. Sonra benden bira almamı istedi. Üçer tane bira alıp eve geldikten sonra fikir değiştirdiğini ve rakı içmek istediğini söyleyerek kendisine rakı koydu. Ben de bira içmeye başladım. Ve göz ucuyla kendisini süzüyordum ve yine kendisiyle deli gibi sevişme arzusu uyanmıştı bende. Bir süre sonra filmin heyecanına kapıldım ve arzu falan kalmadı. Film bittiğinde ben üç bira içmiştim Ayşe abla ise ikinci dubledeydi. Biranın da etkisiyle bende yine Ayşe Ablayla ilgili fanteziler uyandı. İşini bitirdikten sonra sohbet etmeye başladık. Bana yine dayımdan dert yanmaya başladı. Bu arada üçüncü dubleyi bitirmiş ve konuşurken ağzı yalpalamaya başlamıştı. Dördüncü rakıyı daha az koydu hızlı bir biçimde onu da içti. Rakının bittiğini görmüştüm. Ben isterse bira olduğunu, içebileceğini söyledim. Hayır diyerek konuşmaya devam etti ve konuşmanın bir yerinde dayımın bornozunun cebinde prezervatif bulduğunu, bu yüzden tartıştıklarını söyledi. Bu tür konular konuşulduğu için ben yadırgamadım ve başka şeye de yormadım ancak çok sertleşmiştim. Bu arada Ayşe abla dayımın kadınlar konusunda doyumsuz olduğunu ve tüm kadınlara asıldığından bahsetmeye başladı. Dayımı çözmüştü. İçk**en dolayı ağzı yamulmuş sözcükler anlaşılmıyordu; sarhoş olmuştu. Ancak zaten ben artık kendisini dinlemiyor, kendisiyle bu gece sevişip sevişemeyeceğimi düşünüyordum çünkü artık patlayacak hale gelmiştim. Nasıl oldu anlamadım ama birden elini tutarak kendisine bir şey göstereceğimi söyleyerek banyoya götürdüm. Sabah çıkardığı ve akşam üzerine boşaldığım ıslak külotu kirliden alarak kendisine gösterdim. Sarhoşluğuna rağmen bu çok şaşırmıştı. Kendisini çok arzuladığımı, bu arzumu da külotlarına boşalarak gidermeye çalıştığımı, beni sapık olarak görmemesini söyledim. Ayşe abla sallanmasına rağmen daha da çok şaşırmıştı. Birden yüzü asıldı ve anlatamayacağım bir hal aldı. Kendisinin eşi öldüğü için çocuğuyla ortada kaldığını, tek başına yapamayacağını, bu nedenle dayımla evlendiğini, kendisinin benim sandığı gibi bir kadın olmadığı anlamına gelen bir şeyler söylemeye çalıştı ve en son bunları konuşmamış kabul edeceğini belirtti. Bense acayip utanmıştım ve yaptığıma aklım almıyordu. Ellerini tutarak kendisine sarıldım ve özür diledim. Kendisine sadece tarif edilemez bir cinsel tutku duyduğumu ancak başka türlü değerlendirmediğimi ancak şu anda yaptığımdan utanç duyduğumu belirttim ve kendisine sarılmaya devam ettim. Ancak sarılma cinsel bir şey içermiyordu. Ayşe Abla ise bir şeyler söylemeye devam etti ama anlayamadım. Ellerini benden kurtulmak ister gibi belime götürdü ve beni ittirdi. Ancak gücü bittiğinden mi yoksa vazgeçtiğinden mi anlayamadım, ellerini serbest bıraktı. Ben sarılmış vaziyette sırtına baskı yaparken ellerim sırtında hafif hafif gezinmeye başladı. Ben konuşmuyordum ancak kesik kesik soluyordum ve penisim kemik gibi sertleşmişti. Bu arada Ayşe ablanın ağzından anlaşılmaz laflar çıkmaya devam ediyordu ve baktığımda gözlerini zor açıyordu. Anlaşılan iyice sarhoş olmuştu. Onun o halini görünce pişmanlık modundan çıkıp tekrar onu arzulamıştım. Kendisini yatıracağımı söyleyerek ve belinden tutarak yatak odasına götürdüm. Oğlu yatağın bir kenarında yatıyordu, Ayşe ablayı diğer kenara yatırarak biraz ittirdim ve kendisini izlemeye başladım.

Kış olmasına rağmen evin içi sıcaktı. Üzerinde bir tişört ve altında eşofman altı vardı. Biraz izledikten sonra yatağın kenarına oturdum ve yüzü koyun halde sırtını okşamaya başladım, kalçalarına doğru indiğimde sırtı benden yana olacak şekilde yan döndü. Kalçalarını eşofmanın üzerinden okşamaya devam ettim. Çok sertleşmiştim ve boxerımın önü çok ıslaktı. Elimi tişörtünün altına sokup tenine dokununca ürperdim. Bu arada Ayşe abla anlaşılmaz şeyler mırıldanıyordu. Ama kendinde olup olmadığından emin değildim. Tepki gelmemesi üzerine yanına uzandım ve sikimi kalçalarına dayadım ve tişörtünü sıyırıp göğüslerini okşamaya geçtim. Oğlu bir ara uyanır gibi oldu, durdum ama derin uykusuna devam etti. Ben artık kendimden geçmiş şekilde Ayşe ablayı okşuyordum. Eşofmanını dizlerine kadar sıyırdığımda altında siyah bir normal külot gördüm. Biraz da külotun üzerinden okşadıktan sonra külotu da dizlerine indirdim. Düşlediğim muhteşem kalçaları ve kadınlığı önümdeydi. Ben okşarken Ayşe abla inliyordu ancak sarhoşluktan mı, zevkten mi anlamadım. Elimle kalçalarını okşadıktan sonra parmaklarımı amına değdirince ıslaklığı hissettim. Parmaklarıma baktığımda koyu beyaz sıvıyı gördüm ve yaladım, ekşi ama baştan çıkarıcı bir tattı. Ben de yan yatar halde pantolonumu sıyırıp sikimi çıkardım ve Ayşe ablanın amına sürtmeye başladım. Sikimin ucu ıslak ve bembeyaz olmuştu. Yavaş yavaş ittirerek amına girdim, buna inanamıyordum, uzun süredir düşlediğim amın içindeydim. Yasak olanın zevkiyle düşler birleşmişti işte. Yavaş yavaş, sarsmadan gidip geliyordum içinde. Boşalacağımı hissedince durup sonra tekrar devam ediyordum. Ayşe abla inliyor ve anlaşılmaz şeyler mırıldanıyordu. Bir ara dayımla sevişirken çıkardığı seslerin aynısını çıkardı. Bunu duyunca irade dışı hızlandım ve deli gibi içine boşalmaya başladım. Yaklaşık bir dakika kesik kesik içine aktım. Kan ter içinde kalmıştım. Sikim içinde küçülünce çıkardım. Döllerim Ayşe ablanın amından kalçalarına doğru akmaya başladı. Bir süre daha kendisini seyrettikten sonra taşan dölleri peçeteyle temizledim ve külotuyla eşofmanını çektim. Salona gittiğimde müthiş bir pişmanlığa kapılmıştım. Ancak bir süre sonra tek yanlı olmadığı konusunda kendimi ikna ettim ve uyudum. Ertesi sabah uyandığımda Ayşe abla işe gitmişti. Kirli çamaşır sepetine baktığımda gece giydiği külotu ıslak bir şekilde duruyordu. Acaba durumu anlamış mıydı? Ancak hiçbir tepki görmedim. Ben sınavları bahane ederek bir süre görünmedim. İlk karşılaşmamızda ise hiçbir şey olmamış gibi davranınca rahatladım. Sonraki iki seneyi de okuldan bir arkadaşla çıktığım evde geçirince böyle bir fırsat daha doğmadı.

liseden sınıf arkadsım ve onun guzel gotu

July 9, 2011, 1:42 am
merhab oncelıkle yazdıklarım tamamıyle gercek ve ysanmıs dır..ben 24 yasında sarısın yakısıklı sayılacak kadar tatlı bırıyım..lıseden kalma halen gorustugum arkadsım vaglar la cok samımıyız
sureklı bırlıkte vakıt gecırır sohbet ederdık. bı gun ban pasıf arkadası oldugunu ve bırlıkte oldugunu soledı ınanmadım ama bana bunu bı gun suprı z yaparak gosterdı..onu bı ara anlatacagım…:)

aradan baya zman gectı aılem evde yoktu onu cagımıstım bıraz alkol aldık sohbet falan edıp sakalsıodduk sonra yattık odamda tek yatk var o yzuden bırlıkte yattık…uyumusum bı sure sonra yaragımda bı el hıssttım yaragımı oksuyordu ben halen uaynmamıs gıbı yapmaya devam ettım daha da ılerletmeye basladı ılerı gerı yapıoyordu.sonra agzına ladı yalamaya basladı bende yenı uyanmıs gıbı ne yapıosun dedım cvp vermeden devam ettı… coook guzel yalıyor hepsını emıordu baya bı suer yaladıkdan sonra agzına bosaldım. ogece yalvardı ama guzel gorunu sıkmedım.ama bır hafta sonra dayanamayıp sabah kadar sıktım .. o gunde berı bos vakıtlerımızde bırlıkte oluyor.kendıme temiz pasif arkadaslar arıoruz..ılgılenlere duyurulur msjlarınızı beklıorum.anlatılmaz yasanır…:)

Ceren ve Lise Arkadaşları 3

Artık saniyeler geçmek bilmiyordu. Sevgili karımın yabancı iki erkekle bir otel odasında çırılçıplak olduğu, onlarla her türlü ahlaksızca konuşmaları yaptığı, belki benimle alay ettikleri, birinin önünde domalmış sevgili karımın diğerinin sikini ağzında gezdirdiği fikri karnımın kasılmasına, hem büyük bir haz ve hem de büyük bir suçluluk dalgasının vücudumu kaplamasına neden oluyordu. Acaba adamlar birbirlerinin spermlerini cerenin kadınlığından yalamışlar mıydı? Ya da sevgili karımı, “asla arkadan olmaz honey” diyerek her seferinde reddettiği arka kapı meselesini çakırkeyif halde lise arkadaşlarıyla tost olarak denemiş miydi? Acaba adamlar cereni domaltmış, kalçalarına şaplaklar atarak, biri bırakıp diğeri devam ederek, sıra ile kullanmışlar mıydı? biri diğerininkini eli ile tutup cerene yerleştir olabilir miydi? düşündükçe heyecanım artmış, arka arka yapmış olduğum mastürbasyonlar bile ateşimi düşürememişti.

bir saat kadar meraklar içinde bekledikten sonra mesaj attım “görüntü gidik, ne durumdasın?” yarım saat kadar sonra cevap geldi.

“çooook iyiyim :). beni merak etme, gece de bekleme ?. Çok öpüyorum seni, iyi çocuk olursan belki bir de sürpriz yaparım”

Tamam gece beklemiyim ama nasıl uyuyabilirim ki? Ara ara uzanıp telefona baktığım, kaydettiğim görüntüleri baştan, tekrar tekrar seyrettiğim zor ve uzun bir geceydi. Saat 3 gibi bir mesaj daha geldi cerenden

“?”

o kadar, başka bir şey yok. Biraz uzandım uyurum diye, kendimi kaybetmişim, telefonun sesiyle uyandım. Ceren karşı tarafta şakıyordu

“hala mı yataktasın koca bebekkk”

“ya evet sızmışım da saat daha doku” lafımı ağzıma tıkayıp

“tamam tamam, ben eve geliyorum ama karnım çoookkk açççç, bana kahvaltı hazırla lütfeeen”

“tamam bebeğim, özel bir isteğin var mı?

“pancake olsun, yumurtalı ekmek de olsun, meyve de olsun, avokado da ez, patatesli omlet de isterim”
“hepsini sen mi yiyeksin?”

“çok açımm çookk, yarım saate ordayımmm”

“tamamdır kocaman sofra hazırlıcam sana, kalanı da kedilere veririz artık”

Hemen fırladım, elim çabuktur, yumurtaklı ekmek, derken kahve, üstümde siyah boxer’ım ve mutfak önlüğüm var. komik bir kıyafet ama nasıl olsa gören yok. Cerenin aramasına da bakıp saati kontrol ediyorum, bu şapşal yarım saat dediğine göre en erken 40 dakikada gelir derken, 1 saati geçtikten sonra kapı çaldı. Sofraya gururla baktım, istediği her şey hazırdı.

Hiç çekinmeden ve kontrol de etmeden açtım. Önde pardesüsünü giymiş ceren ve arkada harun ile burak, kapının önünde duruyorlardı.

“merhabaaa biz geldiiiikkkk” ceren şakımaya devam ediyordu, içeri daldı. Sonra dönüp

“ay dikilmeyin çocuklar gelin içeri” umursamadan ama fısıldar gibi “konu komşu görecek şimdi”

Kısa bir tereddütün ardından harun ve burak içeri girdiler, ceren mutfağa yönelirken acil ihtiyaç belirttikleri için iki silahşörlere tuvalet ve banyoyu gösterip mutfağa girdim. Ceren pardesüsünü çıkarmış, mini eteği ve buruşmuş, lekelenmiş beyaz şeffaf gömleği ile yüzü mutfak kapısına dönük beni bekliyordu, kapıda beni görünce bir ayağını yanındaki sandalyenin üzerine koydu, kırmızı topuklularını çıkarmamıştı, eteğini bir eli ile yukarı sıyırdı, pembe külodu ortadaydı artık. Kekeleyerek

“duş, duş almadın mı yoksa” dedim

“yüzümü bile yıkamadım” diyerek külodunu yana sıyırdı.

“sabah senle telefonla görüştükten sonra bi daha spermle doldurdular”

“yaaaa”

“yaaaa, akan aktı ama bak hala var daha”

“evet” ceren’in ip gibi şekillndirilmiş tüylerinin altındaki amcığında sperm damlaları görülüyordu

“temizlemek ister misin?”

Titreyerek cerene doğru ilerledim ve önünde diz çökerek önce bacaklarına akmaya başlayan spremleri yalayıp temizledim, sonra da kadınlığına ulaşarak yalamaya derinlerdeki spermleri de emerek temizlemeye başladım. Cerenin kullanılmış, arka arkaya sikilmiş kadınlığının kokusu, iki erkeğin sperm kokuları ve kahvaltı masasındaki yiyeceklerin kokusu birbirine karışıyor, serin bahar sabahında açık pencereden gelen kuş sesleri cerenin hafif inlemelerine eşlik ediyordu. Sevgili sikilmiş ve kullanılmış karım eli ile başımı okşarken, arada fısıltıyla

“nasıl güzel mi tadı, çok güzel temizliyorsun tatlım. Pezevengim benim” diyordu.

Bir yerde ceren’in inlemeleri ve fısıltıları kesildi. O zaman mutfakta misafirlerimiz olduğunu anladım ama talimat gelmeden başımı kaldırmak istemedim. Şu anda ceren eminim kapıda dikilmiş iki adama baygın baygın bakıyordu ve belki de dili ile dudaklarını yalıyordu.

“çok teşekkür ederim tatlım, baya temizledin. Hadi artık çok açım, kahvaltı zamanı” dedi

Ayağa kalkıp lavaboya uzandım elimi yüzümü yıkayıp ağzımı çalkalarken belli belirsiz bir

“Gavat”” lafı geldi kulağıma. Tam kim dedi diye kafamı çevirecektim ki

“ne dedin sen?” ceren çok sert bir tonda burağa dönmüş bağırıyordu.

“ya ben öylesine” burak kıpkırmızı olmuş mutfağın ortasında duruyordu. Ceren aynı tonda ve hiç taviz vermeden

“eve gelirken biliyordunuz, yavşaklıktan hiç hoşlanmadığımı söyledim. Eşime küfür edilecekse ben ederim, senin gibi eğri sikliye de müsade etmem. Hem karısını sikeceksin, hem evine geleceksin, hem de küfür.” Burak kekeleyerek

“çok özür dilerim, gerçekten” dedi

“bana bak aslanım” ceren sandalyeye bacağını tekrar koydu ve bacak arasını tekrar göstererek “bu amcığı bir daha sikmek istiyor musun?”

“evet” dedi burak fısıltıyla

“duyamadım”

“evet, o amcığı bir daha ve çok defa daha sikmek istiyorum, ceren, gerçekten, hayatımda ilk defa erkek olduğumu hissettim dün gece. Sen banyoya gittiğinde harun da aynı şeyi söyledi.”

“güzel” dedi ceren yumuşamış bir ses tonu ile “çocuklar dün gece çok özeldi ve ben de devam etmek isterim, ama bi şartım var”

“nedir”
“kocamı çok aşağıladınız, bunu kabul edemem, gururunu tamir etmeniz lazım”

“ne istersen” harun çok kararlı “abi isterse siksin bizi”

güldü ceren

“yok göt sevmez o” durdu

“ama, ikiniz de arka arkaya diz çökün ve kocamın sikini emip bana hazırlayın bakalım”

Hiç müdahale etmedim, tepki göreceğini bilse böyle bir şey teklif etmezdi. Muhtemelen gecenin seyredemediğim kısmında bu ikisi birbirlerine de hallenmişti. Önce burak diz çöktü önümde ve boxer’ımı indirip yarı kalkık sikimi ağzına aldı, biraz emdi eli ile sıvazladı ve cerenin talimatıyla harun onun yerini aldı. Ceren ortamın mutlak hakimiydi, genelde femdom senaryolarından hoşlanmaz ama bu sefer tam bir sahibe edasıyla yönetiyordu bizi.

“tamam tatlım, şimdi beni al kucağına ve bu avareller de beslesin minik orospunu” ben sandalyeye, ceren de kucağıma oturup erkekliğimi içinde aldı ve kalçalarını hafif sallandırırken burak ve harun’un verdiği yiyecekleri yemeye başladı. Burak ve harun bir taraftan kendileri bir şeyer atıştırırken bir taraftan da masanın hakimi olan kadının isteklerini gözden kaçırmıyor, bir dediğini iki etmiyorlar, ceren kucağımda, arada kegel egzersizlerinden hatıra sıkıştırmalarını yapıp bana dönüp kikirdiyordu. Dün gece bu marifetini göstermediğine emindim, gösterse adamlar haftasonu otele kapatılardı bu kadını. “her şeyin bir zamanı var” ceren’in hayat mottosuydu, demek ki ileride gösterecek bu maharetini.

Kahvaltı bitip kendimizi salonda kanepelere atmıştık. Ceren elinde kahvesi bir sigara çıkardı. Burak atlayıp çakmağıyla yaktı sigarasını. Ceren çakmağı tutan eli hafif bir okşadı ve

“Dün gece de ilk bu sikti, atak çocuk” dedi.

“memnun kaldın umarım” dedim

“ay çok heyecanlanmışlar ilk seferinde hemen boşalıverdiler ama sonra iyidi”

“tost bile yaptık” atıldı harun

Ceren çekinerek baktı bana sonra dönüp yaramazlıkta yakalanmış çocuk gibi

“her şeyi de anlatmasana” diye elindeki yastıkla hafifçe vurdu harun’a.

“bence abi sana her detayı anlattırır biz gidince” burak işi biliyordu.

“Siz de keyif almışsınızdır umarım arkadaşlar” dedim, “ceren lisede de böyle rahat mıydı?”

“yok be abi” dedi burak “biz kapanır bu diye bekliyorduk çiçek gibi açılmış maşallah”

“cem açtı beni sağolsun” dedi ceren “hem de öyle güzel açtı ki” yanağıma ıslak bir öpücük kondurup saçlarımı karıştırırken.

“halk sana müteşekkir abi” burak ciddiydi.

“demek halk kocama müteşekkir” ceren ayağa kalkıp yürürken burağın yanağından bir makas aldı.

“ben duşa giriyorum”

Bir kaç dakika sessizce bakıştık salonda üç adam. Tam bir laf açayım da bu sıkıcı ortam bozulsun derken banyodan gelen su sesi ile irkildim. Sevgili minik orospum her zaman kullandığımız yatak odasındaki banyoyu değil de, büyük misafir banyosunu kullanıyordu ve kapıyı da açık bırakmıştı ki su sesi böyle duyulabiliyordu.

Ayağa kalktım, hiç bir şey söylemeden banyo kapısına yürüdüm, evet kapı ardına kadar açıktı ve ceren duşun tepeden musluğunu açmış vücudunu sabunluyordu. Beni görünce gülümsedi ve bir öpücük gönderdi.
Az sonra sessizce yanıma gelen iki erkeği farkettim. Şimdi sevgili kocası ve lise aşkları, banyo kapısında durmuş, duşun altında çırılçıplak sırtını, kollarını, memelerini, kalçalarını, bacakarasını sabunlayan cereni seyrediyorduk. Ceren kendisine odaklanmış üç çift gözün farkında, onlarla doğrudan göz göze gelmeden suyun altındaki dansını sürdürüyordu. Yumuşak hareketlerle lifi boynunda göğüslerinde kalçalarında dolaştırıyor, bazen bize sırtını dönüyor bazen yan duruyor, ama asla açık bir davet yapmıyor, adeta dansına katılmak için doğru zamanı keşfetmemizi bekliyordu.

Bu dans karşışında büyülenmiş üç kişi nasıl oldu bilinmez aynı anda soyunmaya başladık ve giysilerimizi banyo kapısında bırakarak, duşun altına cerenin yanına sokulduk. Sanki olacaklardan haberi yokmuş ve diğerlerinin farkında değilmiş gibi ceren önce bana sarıldı, sabunlu vücudu ateş gibiydi ve bu ılık duştan olamazdı.

“hoş geldin tatlım” dedi sonra boynuma doladığı kollarından birini aşağı sikime indirerek
“taşşş” soluğu kesilir gibiydi. Bu sarılmadan sıra ne zaman kendisine gelecek diye beklemekten sıkılan burak arkadan cerene sarıldı ve boynunu kulaklarını öpmeye başladı. Arkasından gelen bu sarılmayı beklemeyen ceren “ay” dedi ve geriye burağa yaslandı. Ben aramızda oluşan az da olsa boşluktan faydalanıp erkekliğimi cerenin amcığına sürtüyordum. Harun da gene bu boşluğu fırsat bilip cerenin dudaklarını, boynunu fırsat bulunca da memelerini hem öpüyor hem okşuyordu.

Şimdi ılık duşun altında ortamızda ve odağımızda sevgili ceren, ağır ağır hareket ediyorduk. Burak cereni kendine doğru çevirdi ve kucağına aldı, iyice tahrik olmuş ceren ayakta burağı içine almakta zorlanmamıştı, ama asıl sürprizi bana yaptı. Kafasını çevirdi ve arzuyla kalçalarını işaret edip,
“hadi” dedi.

Işte bu bir mucizeydi, sevgili karım burağın kucağındayken arka deliğine çağırıyordu beni. Ikimiz arasında tost olmuştu ve harun da öpülmedik yerini bırakmamıştı.

“yeter”

Üçümüz sanki bir tanrıçaya ibadet ediyormuş gibi duştan çıkan ceren’in başka bir tarafını aynı anda kuruladık. Sonra da hiç konuşmadan sağa sola kıvrılan kalçalarını takip ederek yatak odasına ulaştık. Hiç bir şey söylemeden yüzü perdesi sonuna kadar açık pencereye dönük olacak şekilde yatağın üzerine domaldı minik tanrıçamız. Önce harun, duşta dışarda kalmış sikini daldırdı cerenin artık iyice davetkar kadınlığına

“haruncum” dedi ceren “hemen tanıdım bak, en tatlı sik seninki” ben önüne geçip sikimi ağzına uzattım

Şimdi dışarda kalan burak kendini okşarken, sikim harun’un darbeleri ile sarsılan cerenin boğazına kadar giriyor, ceren kızarıyor kusacak gibi oluyor ama asla ağzından çıkarmıyordu.

Harun’un boşalacağını anladığımda benim de çok halim kalmamıştı ve ağzından çıkardığım sikimden çıkan spermlerimi cerenin sırtına ancak boşaltabildim.

“hadi buraakkk” ceren burağın vakit kaybetmesini hiç istemiyordu. Burak arkasına geçip yüklendiğinde harundan kalan spermlerin kayganlığına boşalıvermişti ve sanki ceren de onu bekliyordu. Hepimiz gevşemiştik ki, ceren hayalet görmüş gibi atladı, perdeyi kapattı, bize dönüp kahkahalarla

“umarım akşam porno sitelerine çıkmayız” dedi.

Continuing to watch herself in third person, Casi’s TV persona carefully scrunched up the stocking, she then lifted her right leg to slip the silk over her foot. Resting her foot on the bed she pulled on the stocking, keeping it taut as she drew it up her calf and over her knee. As she got to the larger area of her thigh, she ran her hands around and under to make sure that the seam was perfectly straight. Then putting her leg back to the floor, she fastened the front suspender clip, adjusting it to the correct length. Then twisting, clipped the rear suspender in place; her pendulous boobs receiving the close-up attention of the cameraman.

Casi had to agree with herself, that the impact was pretty good and she also had to admit that she looked pretty good too. Her slender, long legs looked toned and tanned, probably from her hours spent in the garden. Her thin waste had a slight hint of a four pack, as she breathed in. Her boobs she had always been proud of, large enough to create a stir when she was wearing revealing clothing, firm enough to go unsupported when she felt like it. But the one thing she had never seen from this angle before, was her pussy.

As the Casi on screen scrunched up the other stocking and then raised her left leg to put it on, Casi surprised herself by saying out loud, “Oh my God!” Then quickly covered her mouth with her hands. Both her eyes, and the camera lens had spotted a new target of interest and zooming in refocused their attention. Clearly and in HD close up, Casi saw her vulva for the first time.

Of course, there had been fumbling moments in her adolescence when she had investigated herself, but that had been many years ago, and although she knew what she felt like, seeing herself from this angle was a new experience; despite Alex’s penchant for making these erotic videos, or home porn as he called it. She paused the video and studied the almost completely hair free area that was her pussy. Aside from what her husband crudely called her ‘landing strip’ across her pubic bone, Casi preferred to shave the rest of her pubic area, believing it to be more hygienic and more pleasant to the touch. Alex seemed to agree with her too.

Looking closely at her labia however, was where the surprised outburst had arisen. She was shocked at how much her inner labia lips seem to be exposed from the outer. They looked engorged, red and with quite some evidence of wetness. Was she turned on by this dressing routine? Casi remembered the occasion as a romantic meal for Alex’s birthday, that she had set up, seven months ago, but could not remember whether she was turned on at that early stage of the evening?

The Casi on screen had finished with the other stocking and removed the swollen labia from view by putting on the small pair of complimentary, lacey panties. Turning to her bra, Casi put that across her shoulders, and leaning forwards, loaded both boobs into it, clipping it between them. This bra showed her two assets to perfection. Slipping on her knee-length dress she moved out of shot to obviously prepare hair and makeup. The video ended.

“Wow,” Casi said to the empty room, “I’ve married a voyeur and I didn’t know it, you dirty man! I shall have to pay you back for this!” However, looking down at herself, it was evident to Casi that the video had done its intended job. During the film, she had unconsciously slipped down the sofa, her bum was almost at the edge of the cushion. Her legs were apart slightly and she had already undone a few of the buttons on her dress, which had fallen either side of her tanned legs to reveal her small white thong. This small triangular piece of material barely covered her small patch of pubic hair; but that was just as it was intended to do. Casi couldn’t help but put a hand to her pubic area and instantly felt that her small panties were soaked. Oh yes, the film had done its job.

“You naughty boy, you are hard already!” Casi’s attention was Ataşehir Escort drawn back to her voice on the TV as the new DVD started playing. She watched as the Casi on TV knelt between Alex’s open legs, his tight boxers leaving nothing to her imagination. The Casi on screen, slipped her fingers into the waist band of his underpants, drawing them slowly down, relishing the moment before his cock came into sight, seeming to postpone the moment for as long as she could. “Is the camera filming?” She looked up at Alex.

“It is,” he said with a croak in his voice already, as suddenly his cocked sprang out from its cotton trap and slapped against his flat stomach.

“Ah there he is,” purred Casi, as her darkly painted red nailed fingers grasped the base with one hand and the head with the other. “Now then, what does daddy want me to do with you?” she said addressing Alex’s cock rather than him. “It would seem that he wants to film me playing with you and making you explode with all that delicious come!”

Casi lent forwards and put her brightly coloured lipstick covered lips around the slightly expose glans, then drawing back the skin between finger and thumb, she followed with her lips, sucking his hardness into her mouth. Her hair, which had been tied back to prevent intrusion, fell onto his thigh as she knelt up a little to engulf the mass of his cock to its base. Alex was always impressed when Casi deep-throated him, not just because of the achievement of getting his massive cock passed the gag reflex, but also when deep within her, she could somehow contract her throat sending rhythmic pulses along his shaft.

As Casi watched herself performing on the TV, she allowed her fingers to brush aside the wet material of her panties and to gently encircle the nub of her clitoris with her finger-tips. She watched the video intently as her lips withdrew from Alex’s huge shaft, leaving a trail of wetness along its length and a string of saliva which remained connected between his glans and her lips for as long as it could as she pulled away from it.

The magnificence of Alex’s cock would, she felt, always hold her captive. That something could at one point be soft, pliable and small in comparison and at the other turn into this raging beast of throbbing hard flesh, that demanded her absolute attention; as if Pan were blowing his pipes and she must follow his every movement; was intriguing to her. The glans on his penis were her favourite part. Highly glossed, plum-like in their construction, so, so smooth to the touch; indeed, a marvel of Mother Nature.

As Casi watched her lips slide back over the erection on the screen, two of her fingers slid along the very wet valley of her vagina and into her tight hole. Her attention not wavering from the screen as her other self, started the process of sucking and wanking the hard erection before her. She watched as occasionally the cock was accepted into her throat and then she would run her hands along his thighs and up over his hard stomach to the large pectoral muscles where she would play with his nipples as he fucked her mouth. She witnessed the hard sucking and knew she would be making her throat contract on every inward stroke. The watching Casi’s fingers mirrored each movement of Alex’s cock into her mouth with a deep thrust of her own fingers, the slurping of her wetness loud in the silence of the room.

It was evident that Alex was heating up fast. His breathing was already ragged and his stomach muscles contracted. As she watched Casi knew the signs, and also knew that his cock would right now be getting even harder in the throat of her counterpart. His penis would always start to pulse quicker as he tried desperately to hold onto his orgasm and prolong the pleasure.

Casi’s fingers were doing something similar to her too. The slurping sound her lubrication was making drove her on to greater heights, it was such a turn on that she got Acıbadem Escort this wet. She inserted a third finger for good measure and every now and then pulled them right out to run back over her expectantly waiting clit. Before she rammed them home again, her copious juices dribbled down between her cheeks as she ran her fourth finger probingly passed her anal sphincter and in to her anus.

“Umm,” she murmured to the room. “Look what that naughty man has done to me. Oooohhhhh, ummm, ohhh FUCK!” Her finger pulled out of her arse and now all four entered her vagina thrusting up to the knuckles. She drove her fingers in deep against her protesting vaginal walls as she felt every contraction of the sheath of her vagina. “Oh FUCK, OOOHHH FUCK!” She shouted as her orgasm hit her. Casi clamped her legs together hard and rode the orgasm to the end. “Oh, oh, OH THAT’S GOOD! YES, oh yeah I need that!” Her legs trembled in spasm before her as her fingers continued their delving searching for and finding her ‘G spot’. “Uh huh, uuuh huhh, ohhhwww, yess, oh yes.”

Casi looked over at the large patio doors, the curtain less glass showed nothing but the darkness outside and acted like a mirror throwing back the reflection of her with legs spread and one hand slipping in and out of her fanny. The other had worked its way into the top of her dress and was fondling one of her breasts. Suddenly she blushed. What if there was someone standing outside looking in at her right now? What if that someone had seen her whole masturbation routine?

Instead of causing a reaction of utter embarrassment however, the thought of an imaginary or maybe real voyeur looking at her right now only heightened her current sexual state. Casi smiled and opened her legs further so that her voyeur could see more. Of course, it also allowed for her own visual pleasure. She was getting turned on again! It was evident that the previous orgasm had not fully satisfied her, but then that was often the case with masturbation.

The Casi on the screen had undone several of the buttons on her summer dress one handed, revealing her tremendous cleavage in the process. As she was doing this, her other hand was occupied slowly running up and down Alex’s huge shaft. With each reveal of his glans, she would lean forward and blow upon it, then before her upward stroke began, she would plant a kiss upon it. Alex had calmed down a bit as his breathing was a little less laboured, but it was evident that he eagerly awaited the next part of Casi’s sexual attention.

A dribble of pre-come ran down his shaft but didn’t make it too far before being lapped up by Casi’s tongue as she looked up at him smiling. “So, is my baby ready to give me what I want then?” Casi’s TV persona asked. “I think he is, isn’t he?” She leant forward and sucked the head into her mouth instantly bringing Alex to the point where he could not hold on, then she teasingly pulled off him again. “Ummm,” she said, “yes I can see my little Hercules is ready, but he is going to have to wait just a bit longer.”

Casi watched her image on the TV as she looked down at her chest and dribbled some saliva directly into her cleavage. Then kneeling up she pulled Alex’s shaft down towards her and pushed the head towards her lubricated breasts and into the valley between them pushing up towards him so that his cock was caught between her breasts and held there by her bra. Her TV persona then slowly drove it in deeper by raising herself up along his body, then pulling back down again; all the while, staring intently at him. “Is that nice?” She heard herself ask Alex, her smile one of wickedness.

“Uh huh,” was about all he could manage at this stage. Casi rocked back and forth giving Alex a ‘titty fuck’ all the while, planting kisses on his stomach and chest. Then she pulled back off him saying, “I think the girls want to say a proper hello.” She popped the front fastener to her bra and İstanbul Escort both breasts tumbled out. The nipples on them were at full erection and stood out like acorns.

Casi moaned as she watched herself raise again, grasping Alex’s cock and this time she pushed it up between her breasts from beneath, clasping them both around his shaft as she lowered herself onto him. Her fingers and thumbs grasped a nipple each and squeezed on them hard. As the tip of Alex’s cock broke free from the top of her cleavage, Casi lent forward and licked the top before sucking it into mouth and then pulling off again. After two such thrusts, Alex could no-longer stand it. “I can’t hold on any longer, I’m going to come!”

“Are you my dear?” The video Casi taunted, “Well this I need to see!” Pulling Alex’s cock from between her breasts, she slowly sucked the plum shaped glans into her mouth and pumped it up and down until she felt it stiffen further in her hand, then she drew down the foreskin fully exposing the glans of his penis.

Casi knew what happened next on the video, she already had four fingers inserted inside her vagina, and had released her breasts a while ago. Her free hand grasping hold of one of her rounded orbs and punishing the nipple. She groaned again as she looked back at the screen to watch her husband’s orgasm. In the video Casi was moving in for a further kiss when Alex erupted with an “Uuugghh.” Catching her out and making her jump a little with the unexpected force of the ejaculation, as it hit her just under the nose and exploded outwards across her face.

Rivulets of sticky, hot glutinous come dribbled into Casi’s mouth. She continued to wank Alex furiously with one hand, whilst the other cupped his balls. Her index finger slipping into his anal sphincter. As the second ejaculation fired off, it caught the screen Casi on the side of the cheek and neck, ricocheting into her hair then falling down across her back. The masturbating Casi, wiped her drenched fingers across the same places on her body and fed her fingers urgently into her mouth, tasting her juices as if they were his. She could almost feel the warm come run down her back and mingle with her bra and dress.

As Casi’s second orgasm approach she watched the video as her counterpart’s hands worked feverously, urging Alex on as she heard herself say, “Yes baby, give your come to mummy, give me it all, drown me in it. I love your come on my face and tits!” Casi could see that Alex was captivated by the view of her jiggling breasts. As she looked on another shot of his come hit her on the chin and fell immediately to her breasts the more fluid parts of his semen running down into her cleavage, whilst leaving a pendulous glob dangling from her chin.

Another shot of ejaculate hit her above her left eye, immediately dribbling down her face and making her close that eye just as another hit her in the cheek and ear. A further two shots with reduced volume and force fell across her breasts, the last merely dribbling down his shaft. Both were panting with the effort of that explosive orgasm, both were so completely turned on they were making quite the mess of themselves.

“Oh my God!” Casi feigned scolding him. “What a mess you have made, look at the state of me!” Alex’s come had pretty much covered Casi’s face, and tried valiantly to cover her breasts too. She wasted no time in scooping up the semen and feeding it hungrily into her mouth, until she was left with a few bits in her hair, down her back and across an eyebrow, “Well, I hope your camera caught all of that? I know I did.” She laughed at her own joke, before leaning in to suck his cock into her mouth again.

Casi had seen this video a number of times now, she knew that Alex came eight times, and unconsciously counted them as they burst from his cock. With each spurt, she rammed her fingers deeply into herself bringing on another orgasm by the time Alex got to his eighth shot. “Oh yes,” she whimpered, “Oh yes, oh I wish that come was all over me now!” She had by now fully smothered her exposed breasts with her own juices and continued to rub her hand across her face and neck as if emulating the Casi on TV. “Yes, I can almost taste him now.”

I called Tina and asked if she could get away for a night sometime this week.

There was silence from the other end of the phone line as she pondered. “I think I could make Friday night,” she said, “I must be back home by Saturday lunchtime though, what do you have in mind?”

“That’s perfect Tina,” I said, “I just want you to myself for a night of love, I thought we could go to a hotel somewhere, not too far away, we don’t want to drive far.”

So it was sorted, I booked a hotel only thirty minutes drive away, and early Friday evening we signed in at the reception. We hadn’t taken much gear with us, A change of clothes, and underwear each and our toothbrushes and that was about it.

We went up to our room and as soon as the door closed behind us, I pulled her into me, I crushed her to my chest and told her how much I had missed her.

“Me too,” she whispered.

I told her I had booked a table in the restaurant for eight o’clock, so we had two hours to ourselves till then. Tina had her arms round my neck, leaning back slightly as she looked at me and with her lower body pressed into my groin.

“What shall we do with those two hours?” she enquired amidst a giggle.

“Well,” I said, “I am sure the hotel will have a selection of board games we can hire, we can easily pass two hours playing that, OR, we can watch Gardeners World, on the TV, OR…” and I kissed her neck and squeezed her breast, “We can make wild passionate love, which would you prefer?”

“Go on then,” Tina laughed playfully, “lets make love, then I can get a good nights sleep later, when you are too tired to do it again.”

“No chance of that my darling, you will get no sleep tonight, I have not lashed out on this sumptuous hotel room for you to go to sleep,” and we laughed again. I put my lips to hers, and our tongues flicked together, open mouthed we kissed again, this time our tongues clinging together.

Slowly between kisses we undressed each other, Tina’s top, my shirt, her jeans, my jeans, her bra… Tina’s gorgeous breasts came tumbling out, I caught my breath, I marvelled wondrously at them, so round and soft and so perfect for the rest of her body, I bent my head and kissed each nipple, and licked around each one, we fell backwards onto the bed, with me on top, and for some minutes we kissed and caressed each others bodies.

After satisfying myself with her eyes and nose and cheeks and lips, I kissed the top of her chest, I moved my hand to the sides of her breasts, and just stroked her there, I kissed underneath her breasts and the top of her stomach. We still wore our pants, I turned her over so that she lay on her stomach, I knelt either side of her body and massaged her shoulders, then down to her bum cheeks, round, fleshy and soft.

I kissed her buttocks, and pulled the rear strip of her thong out of the crack of her perfect arse, I allowed my gaze to drift downwards as I pulled the strap until I could see the lovely peach shape of her beautiful pussy, so smooth and succulent, I eased her thong off.

Tina lay with her arms in front of her and with her head resting on them. I pushed her legs apart and ran my fingers along her pussy slit, pushing my fingers into her already wet hole,

I asked Tina to raise her bum up, as she did so I took my boxers off and held my now hard erect cock in readiness, her pussy was in direct line with my cock, and I guided it to her entrance, pushing forward as I did so, my cock slid into her tight cunt.

Tina pushed back on all fours, she squealed and moaned as my shaft filled her sex.

“Oh yes, push it in harder she called to me, I began to fuck her with long slow strokes, gradually increasing my pace, faster and harder, I banged against her bum cheeks, reaching under her body to feel her nipples and squeeze her tits, then I held her hips and pulled and pushed her soft body harder and faster into mine.

Tina whimpered then shouted loudly, the bed shook and the room seemed to rattle, she cried out and raised and shook her body aggressively, I hung on to her knowing she had cum, I felt round her pussy and the cum dripped from her.

Resuming my thrusts, my thick cock stretched her hole, more thrusts and my eyes screwed up, my face tingled and my motion froze for a second before I ejaculated my entire balls full of cum deep into her welcoming pussy.

Tina fell forward onto her face and I lay on top of her, resting on her spongy buttocks, it felt so comfortable, we didn’t speak for ages, then I whispered in her ear, “Shall we Maltepe Escort play that board game?”

It was time we got down to the restaurant for dinner, we showered together then dressed and went downstairs, the dining room was quite full but our table was ready for us and we settled down to enjoy our meal.

It was a good atmosphere in the restaurant and we chatted to the waiter, he told us that later that night a singer would be performing in the lounge, I asked who and he said it was Donny Gaul, the Irish folk singer, we laughed out loud at his name, knowing full well that it was just for his act.

“Shall we go and listen,” I asked Tina.

“I would like to,” she said, “we will be in the bar anyway so we may as well listen to him.

So after finishing our meal and thanking the waiter, we made our way to the lounge. Irish folk singing would not generally be the choice of either of us, but this guy was good and he really entertained the big crowd there to see him.

At eleven o’clock he finished his act and said his goodbyes to the audience, coming off stage he had to pass our table, so I called to him, “Hey man you were great.”

He stopped and said, “Well thank you very much, glad you enjoyed it.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” I asked.

“Sure,” he replied and sat down with us.

I told him I was Mark and introduced him to Tina, he took her hand and looked at her appreciatively. I called the waiter over and ordered more drinks and we began chatting to Donny, he told us he was staying at the hotel and would be appearing again the next night, we asked if he was in any hurry to go anywhere and he said he wasn’t, and would probably just go to bed.

One drink led to another, and another, and I noticed that Tina had changed her drink again to Vodka and orange. I knew from experience that she always became randy and sex obsessed when she drank that, and I wondered if she had designs on some fun with Donny. We were getting on well together and the lounge began to empty as it got late and guests went off to their beds. Tina nudged my leg and flashed her eyes at me, letting me know she was interested in prolonging our friendship with Donny

“It looks like they are closing up,” I said, “Come up to our room Donny, we can have another drink up there.”

Donny looked quizzically at us. Tina excused herself and went off to the loo, and while she was gone, I asked Donny a question.

“Do you fancy some fun and games tonight Donny?”

” What do you mean by fun and games,” he asked, half knowing what I meant, but wanting confirmation.

Well Tina has an eye for you and we like variety in our sex lives.”

His face brightened up, “lead the way,” he said enthusiastically.

Tina returned and on the way upstairs, she held my hand and smiled, while giving me a knowing look, she knew what I had in mind and was giving me her approval.

“Which room are you in?” asked Donny, “I just have to pop along to my room, I will be back in 5 minutes.”

“OK,” I said, telling him our room number, and he dashed off along one of the other corridors.

Tina looked a little concerned, “He hasn’t run off has he,” she asked.

“I think he will be back alright, he wanted something from his room,” I reassured her.

Once in the room Tina went straight to the bathroom, I sat and waited for Donny. True to his word he was back in the five minutes, he had a bag with him and he dropped it just inside the door.

“Are you OK with this?” I asked him.

“Oh yeah, I’m all ready for action,” he said with a big grin.

“Fine,” I said, “Lets see what happens when Tina comes back.

A few minutes passed by, then Tina emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a big fluffy bath towel, Donny stared, and I grinned my approval. I met her in the middle of the room, gave her a kiss you and said with imitation pomp, “Good evening Miss Tina, may I present our guest for the night, Mr Donny Gaul.”

She replied in equally haughty tones, “Pleased to meet you Mr Gaul, would you like to fuck me?”

There was nothing self deprecating in Donny’s reply, I have just the weapon to make you very happy,” and he promptly unzipped his jeans and lobbed his cock out for Tina’s eyes to feast on. Donny was very well equipped, long and thick and very much to her liking,

“That will make your eyes water Tina,” I said.

“My eyes are already watering,” she said, “but with lust,” and she closed her hand tightly round Donny’s cock, not being able to make her fingers Anadolu Yakası Escort meet.

I discarded my clothes and stood behind Tina, pressing my body into her back, I kissed her neck knowing it is one of her erogenous zones and reached round to remove her towel,

Donny’s eyes opened wide with admiration when he saw Tina naked, “COR!” he exclaimed, in a non too sophisticated way, I looked over her shoulder at him, “Come and get it Donny,” I invited him.

I thought he would rip all the buttons off his shirt, the way he tore it off, jeans, pants and socks followed in very quick time and for a second Tina feasted her eyes on his nude form.

His cock was certainly something to be proud off, and Tina, having been fed on big, and very big penis’s, was most impressed. Donny stepped forward, and while my two hands enclosed her naked breasts, and my own hard long cock pressed into the crack of her bum, he dropped to his knees and kissed her pussy lips. He licked up and down each smooth lip and used his fingers to part them and insert his tongue into her slick vagina.

I jerked my hips forward causing her to push her pussy flat against his face. Slowly I eased her down onto the carpet, and she lay on her back, Donny hardly noticed, without missing a single lick, he resumed his new position, on his knees, his face between Tina’s legs and his tongue inches inside her love hole, I knelt by her side and sucked the nipples standing long and erect at the summit of her tits.

Donny gorged himself on Tina’s cunt, I could hear him sucking and slurping as he drew her juices from inside her. With me stimulating her nipples and squeezing her tits, and Donny biting and licking her clit, her body was ready to explode.

Donny suddenly stopped and stood up. “Right,” he said “Time for something else,” and he bent down and picked Tina bodily up from the floor, carried her to the bed and dropped her full length on it. “Stay there,” he rapped, and he went to the other side of the room to pick up his bag, he opened it up and pulled out ropes with shackles on the ends.

He threw two of the ropes to me and said, “Tie one to her wrists and one to her ankles.” I did as he said and he did the same to the other side. Tina smiled and said nothing, considering it to be part of the game. When we were finished Donny stood on one side and me on the other, Tina was staked out on the bed, her arms above her head, tied to the bed posts and her legs spreadeagled out and tied to the bottom bed posts.

She was completely helpless and totally at our mercy to do whatever we liked with her body. I looked at Donny and asked, “Do you always carry this stuff around with you?”

” It comes in handy sometimes,” he said, and he brushed his fingers lightly over Tina’s pussy lips, “Come on,” he urged, jolting me out of my reverie, “have your fill of her.

I don’t have to tie Tina up to get my fill of her, but nevertheless, resumed my play with her nipples, I kept my eye on Donny, and he was tickling and teasing her, making her body tremble and shake, he concentrated mainly on her lower stomach, inner thighs and defenceless pussy. I kissed her and she kissed me back, seemingly enjoying what was happening to her body. When I looked up again Donny was about to insert two fingers inside her and he pushed in and out of her sex quite aggressively, he had a sort of leer on his face and I thought to myself he was more than just turned on.

He increased his fingers in Tina to three and was unconcerned that he was hurting her.

She strained at the bonds holding her but there was no escape, he pulled his fingers out of her pussy and licked them, I could see they were swimming with her juices, he climbed up onto the bed, knelt between her legs, and placed his long thick cock at her pussy entrance.

He looked at Tina, “Are you ready for this?” he asked, “You won’t have been fucked like this many times before.”

Tina tried to smile as he pushed his cock inside her, she had no control at all, she could only lie with her legs wide apart and feel him sliding into her. His big penis stretched Tina’s pussy lips wide, she had no need to grip his cock, as it went in it clung to her tight hole.

Tina yelled and shouted at the discomfort his cock was causing her, until his balls were banging against her arse.

Donny fucked Tina good, his young rock hard prick cannoned in and out of her soft yielding pussy, I watched his arse bouncing up and down, while his full length filled her love hole, İstanbul Escort It was some exhibition, I watched Tina’s reaction, her face taught and lined, her eyes screwed up and her mouth opened to release her tensions.

Donny came in a torrent, his buttocks tightened and his whole body stiffened, he fired into her rapidly, emptying his balls of his cum, fluids from them both spread over her belly.

I stroked Tina’s perspiration covered face, and she opened her eyes. Donny got off her body.

“Oh WOW,” he exclaimed, “That was some shag, your turn Mark, get in there while its still hot.”

“What I have just seen happen is enough for now,” I said, I didn’t think Tina was ready for any more just yet.

“Alright, on to phase two then, Undo those ropes.”

He seemed to have assumed charge and doing all the ordering, but I did what he told me, Tina sighed with relief to have the ropes off, but she smiled and said she was enjoying what was happening.

Then Donny said, “OK Tina babe, turn over onto your stomach.”

Tina flipped herself over and supported her chin on her hand, I sat on top of the bed my legs apart in front of her head, and with my cock touching her lips, she opened her mouth and I slipped it in, Donny meanwhile had gone back to his bag, and this time he came back with a short whip.

“What’s that for?” I asked him, now a little alarmed.

“This is for Tina’s plump arse cheeks,” he announced cheerfully, “she will love this.”

I had administered a few hard smacks to Tina’s bottom once or twice during our more aggressive sex sessions, but I thought she would jump off the bed to protect her tender bum skin when she saw the whip, but instead her face broke out in smiles and she completely ignored my cock dangling in front of her face, instead she raised her bum up a short way and waited for the first slap, “Go on Donny, show me what you can do with that thing.”

“Owowowowo,” she yelled as it landed, I jumped down and ran round to the bottom of the bed to look at her rear. A red mark was already showing from the first hit, then the second one landed, “Aaaaaaa,” she again shouted, but got further up on to her knees and bent fully forward so that her cheeks were taught and inviting.

Three times in quick succession, the whip smacked her soft skin, and each time she cried out in pain, but called for more.

“Three more should do it,” claimed Donny, and this time he lashed her arse even harder,

“Aaaaahhhhhh owowowow,” she cried in anguish and pounded the bed with her fists, but as I watched I saw her cum squirting out of her pussy.

“There she blows,” shouted Donny excitedly, “It never fails. Get on the bed Mark and fuck her pussy, I’m having her arsehole”.

Tina was writhing about the bed in both pain and passion, her arse cheeks throbbed with pain but her pussy tingled with stimulated nerve ends, She desperately wanted to feel a cock inside her and practically pulled me on to the bed, she sat astride me and wriggled herself onto my stiff cock, until all of it was inside her, I pulled her forward so that her face was touching mine, and her pained rear facing Donny.

Donny drove his cock into her bum hole, not gently but forcefully, she screamed out as his cock travelled swiftly along her anal canal, I even felt his cock pass mine, separated only by a thin membrane of flesh, Tina gripped my shoulders hard for support, I raised my hips as high as I could to push far into her pussy, but it was from her bum hole that all the feeling was coming to her, I heard Donny grunting and groaning and I saw he was working hard, none of us could last, Tina had been cumming almost non stop for the last fifteen minutes, and now both Donny and I, within seconds of each other poured out our hot sticky cum, mine into her pussy hole and his into her arsehole.

Tina fell full length onto my body in a faint, I soothed and comforted her as best as I could. Donny pulled his cock from her hole and stood by the bedside.

” Well folks,” he said, “I sure did enjoy that, thanks for inviting me, If you are here tomorrow night, come down and see the show. If not here’s my card and if you see me appearing anywhere come and say hello, I will always find time for you two, especially you Tina, and he leaned down and kissed her cheek, gathered up his things, called and waved his goodbyes, and left our room.

We stayed huddled together for several minutes, not saying much, but both of us reliving the amazing sex we had been involved in, Tina much more than me, she whispered to me that it had been fantastic, but her arse was sore.

I roused myself, “Come on darling, I’ll take you into the shower.”

Ten minutes later we emerged feeling a little more refreshed but desperately tired, we climbed into bed and in each others arms, we slept.

Kenna jumped as the doorbell rang. Was she really ready for this? She squared her shoulders and checked herself in the mirror one last time. Perfect… short tight jean skirt, tiny black tank top, bed rumpled hair. She took a deep breath and pulled the door open. She could do this, this wasn’t that hard. Take it one moment at a time. As their eyes locked it was as if they had never been apart. There stood Billy in his old ripped up jeans and t-shirt. Looking like he had stepped out of the pages of an Anne Rice novel with his long black hair and seductive eyes. She heard someone clearing their throat and the trance was broken. Looking down she saw a plain girl, standing to the side and slightly behind Billy. Her eyes ran up and down, taking inventory. The girl was short… maybe five two, and chubby. She wasn’t ugly really, just uninspired. Her face was round, her eyes were brown… dark kind of curly hair pulled back. She was wearing jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, and Kenna was amazed that anyone would dress so fully for a California summer. The girl was shifting back and forth from one foot to the other, obviously uncomfortable. Kenna bit the inside of her cheek and thought to herself “Here goes nothing “

She motioned for the two of them to enter the apartment and take a seat on the couch. With a confident smile that she didn’t really feel she asked “Would either of you like something to drink?” Billy shook his head and the girl just looked at the floor.

“Hey babes,” Billie said as he relaxed back into the couch, “This is Anadolu Yakası Escort Lindy.” Kenna smiled and said everything that was polite but she could tell that the girl wasn’t comfortable. Hell, who could blame her. I mean here she is meeting the girl who he was prepared to spend the rest of his life with and they’ve been together for like three months.

As things progressed they just got more awkward. The girl was obviously pissed, and her passive aggressive bullshit was starting to give Kenna headache. Couldn’t this girl just come out and say it already. It was obvious that she didn’t fit. Billy and Kenna knew each other too well. They shard private jokes, they could speak to each other without voicing a word. Of course Lindy didn’t fit. I mean what is three months compared to three years? Even the radio was conspiring against her, playing all of their old songs. Lindy finally spoke up, shocking the hell out of Kenna. “She speaks Who knew?” Kenna snickered to herself.

Looking so painfully uncomfortable that putting her out of her misery almost seemed justified Lindy whispered “I feel like the third wheel on a date.” Kenna and Billy both tried to make her more comfortable. Billy let go of Kenna’s hand and put his arm around Lindy, and Kenna attempted to be nice by telling her that it was only old friendship and that it just took time to get to know people this well. By the time three hours had passed Lindy had to leave for work and she did not look at all happy about leaving Billy alone with Kenna. She offered Kurtköy Escort to call in sick, but Billy assured her that Kenna would take care of him. Kenna shook her head at his choice of words but didn’t say anything.

After Lindy had left for work Kenna suggesting driving around and looking at some of their old haunts. They drove around talking for hours and ended up at an office building. The building was never locked and they had started out using the bathrooms at night when they were out with their friends and didn’t want to drive too far. After discovering that the place was never locked and always empty at night they had started using the bathrooms for something more ummm… involved. As it turned out Kenna needed to get rid of the 44 oz Dr. Pepper she had drank, and so they snuck into the building and up to the third floor.

Kenna wasn’t looking for anything else… she honestly just had to pee… but the memories were all around her. Being there with Billy made it seem as if they had never broken up, as if they had never been apart. Their connection was as strong as ever. When they reached the bathrooms they didn’t speak. They just looked at each other, and as the bathroom door closed behind them their lips locked. Clothes were thrown everywhere as their tongues dueled. It felt so good, so right, to be there with him… to be holding him…. kissing him. In that moment nothing and noone else existed. They were alone in the world, touching and tasting each other. He pushed her down onto the floor and as he came down Pendik Escort on top of her she wrapped her legs around him. Her arms went up over her head, hands flat against the wall to brace her body. Their eyes locked as he slid into her and groaned. She threw her head back and began to pump her hips. The entire room went out of focus. They were the only two people on earth, the only thing that mattered was how good she felt. She reached out with her tongue to lick the sweat off of his neck, and her entire body arched off of the floor. She exploded, tightening around him in spasms. She heard him moan once, twice… and then he went still inside of her.

Kenna opened her eyes to see Billy holding his body about an inch above hers. He slowly slid out of her as he sat up and pulled her up with him. Their eyes locked for a moment, and in that moment she knew. This was it… this was all they had for now. She wasn’t going back. He wouldn’t leave. Their lives were separate now. Kenna stood all the way up and began to get dressed. She laughed when she saw the mess he had made of her hair and did her best to straiten it with her fingers. He groaned when he felt the wet spot on his jeans. This had happened, they couldn’t take it back. Kenna didn’t honestly know if she wanted to take it back. Now, well now it was time for damage control. They made their way down to the parking lot and leaned up against the car. Kenna lit up a smoke and Billy joined her. As they stood there in silence a familiar car drove by. “SHIT!” Billy whispered. “Did you see that?”

“Yeah,” Kenna said back, “just relax… she probably didn’t notice us and even if she did… well it isn’t as if we are still naked.” They both heard the screech of brakes. Kenna rolled her eyes and got ready to face the dragon.

“Oh for goodness sake, she’s just an old friend, ok?” Emily climbed off Jack’s lap, fat lips sneering at his flagging member. She pulled up her underwear.

“And yet you refer to her as your ‘first love’, and boast about your… antics , even while I’m inside you?”

Em glared and his stomach wrenched. He wanted the big seductive eyes back. Her wetness chilled on him. She clawed her new, boyish hairdo in frustration. “Years ago at college! Look, you want me to cancel France? Is that what it’s going to take to get you hard again?”

“You talk about this bloody trip too much.”

“What? You think I want to get back together with Beatrice? Now? Right there in her husband’s villa? I see how you look at her. You perve on the thought of us together.”

“Oh yes. That’s what’s got me so hard right now. The thought of watching my wife finally, for once in her life, enjoying oral. With her ex.”

That’s when Em slapped him.

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They travelled separately to Provence, as Jack had a conference in France, the reason why Beatrice had suggested they all meet up in the first place. He took as long as he could getting there.

His wife’s confession about her past had been hard to take, but he could accept it as that. The past. However, now it was all out in the open, why did she have to dwell on it? Did she really think he enjoyed hearing the explicit details of the things she did with her lesbian lover? “Beatrice fingered me in church… She loved to lick me from behind… often we were both wet to the knees…”

Meanwhile, she was so reticent with him. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. This weekend would be the ultimate test.

The villa was enormous and beautiful, dappled by cool leafy sunlight and set in its own grounds. Not only was Beatrice a sexual threat, but her husband, the much-feted Parisian artist Le Génie, could afford all this, too? Jack’s manhood shrivelled.

Then Beatrice answered the door.

Beatrice. The bright, happy – irrepressibly flirtatious – artist’s model-turned-muse with her sexy accent and carefree curves and cheeky pout. She threw her arms around him, and for a moment, he was lost in the flowery dampness of her long, dark, just-washed hair.

She reached up and kissed him, French style, once on each cheek. He hugged her, English style, as if she was his maiden aunt. The woman was wildly voluptuous compared to his elfin wife. He had to admit, Emily had impeccable taste in women.

“Bonjour, lovely boy!” She sung and grabbed his hand, hauling him inside. “Le Génie has gone to pick up Emmy in the car. The airport taxis are a rip off. “

She dressed like a gypsy next to the tailored city fashions that Em favoured, her bare feet slap-slapping on cool, smooth flagstones as she led him through the house, turning all the usual polite questions into the bubbliest of conversation. She all but pushed him into their guesthouse, next to a long pool.

“Here you are, all yours, have a swim if you like, but please come and drink wine with me, oui?”

The water looked enticing after his long journey – and Jack wasted no time in getting into his swimming shorts – but then became possessed of a sudden awkwardness about revealing himself to Beat, who sat waiting outside. He loitered by the pool-house door, unsure if he should change back into his clothes. Was this proper? To be half dressed, alone, with his wife’s ex?

“Hurry up!” Beatrice bellowed quite suddenly, as if reading his mind, “Let me see this fabulous physique Emmy gloats over so!”

Bereft of any choice, Jack stepped out to wolf-whistles and dived into the pool. The shock of freezing water took his breath away as he crawled across to where Beatrice sat with a bottle, dangling her feet in the water, dark peasant skirt up around her brown knees. She giggled as he gasped to a stop. “The pool is fed straight from the mountains,” she said, “I forgot to say. Sorry. Drink this.” Beatrice shoved a large glass of red wine at him and gulped at hers. “Let them find us in-flagrante delicto, non?”

Jack smirked. “I don’t believe that means what you think it does, Beatrice.”

She sipped, and sparkled at him. Jack was suddenly thankful for the cold water. He glugged wine. “Where is my wife, and your perfect man, then hmm?” He said, feeling her eyes drilling into his chest.

Beatrice sighed. “Oui, they are taking far too long. But Le Génie is not so perfect. I am cross with him.” She pulled a goose-bumped foot out of the pool and cupped toes in her hands.

Jack squirmed; he did not want to be drawn into taking sides in a lovers tiff. He held his Maltepe Escort tongue. Beatrice growled anyway. “He is so selfish, you know?”

He gestured to the pool and house. “He seems to be providing you with a good life, to me.”

“No.” She pressed her lips to a raised knee as if to shut herself up, then blurted. “I mean as a lover. You two are so lucky to enjoy licking each other so. With him it is like-” she mimicked him, grimacing and sticking out her tongue. “Sorry. You are English I know, you don’t talk of such things.”

Jack downed his wine and dunked his head in the water. Beatrice roared with laughter and refilled his glass. The sun, the wine, this beautiful, candid, woman. He felt dizzy already and left the glass alone. But…

“Em said that?”

“What?”

“That we… she and I enjoy…” He rolled his hand. Beat peered down at him almost in triumph.

“What, this is not true?”

“No. It’s great. Just, well. Never mind.”

Beatrice smiled and patted his arm. Her hand hot and soft. “You forget how well I know your lovely wife, Jack. She is also a little like Le Génie, non? Why do you think we split up, her and me. I know she enjoys receiving a lot more than… giving.”

Hot, lapping, silence consumed them.

Beatrice clasped her hands between her knees and flipped her legs in the water. “What is taking our lovers so long!” she gasped, cheeks pink.

Probably the wine, Jack deduced. It was certainly getting to him. Then, as if to prove the point, he blustered, “Probably in a field somewhere tearing each other’s clothes off.”

Beatrice sniggered. “Oui, enjoying a lovely soixante-neuf on the grass. Laughing and licking and climaxing…”

“Yes! That’s it, the bastards.” Jack laughed too loudly. His heart hammering fit to burst, unlocking every brain cell and releasing all sense. He slapped Beat’s knee. “Come on then, our turn! Get your knickers off girl!”

His attempt at bawdy humour barked out over the water and away into the icy mountains. Beatrice arched her great dark eyebrows and her smile trembled, then disappeared. She blinked slowly. A long terrible moment eked itself out. Jack closed his eyes in shame, waiting for the gentle rejection.

“Monsieur, I would certainly remove my underwear, if…” Her voice was a husky whisper, “… if I was wearing any.”

Such a quiet bombshell. Jack cleared his throat and Beatrice chuckled. She stroked one foot with the other. They both watched her legs.

“I suppose,” Jack felt a warm stirring in his shorts, “It’s just too hot for undergarments.”

“Maybe.” Beatrice shrugged. “But when one is to entertain a beautiful man, it is just exciting to be secretly naked, non?”

Her dark eyes seemed to fill the sky. He pulled himself out of the water and splashed onto the poolside. She made no secret of staring into his lap. He leant back, letting the water run off his skin and his shorts squirm beneath her gaze, secretly glad that the heat of the wine and the conversation seemed to mitigate any cold-shrinkage down there. This was ok. Flirtation. No harm in it.

“No. You’re teasing me.” He said, trying not to blare another nervous laugh.

Beatrice stood and swirled her skirt with contrived flamboyance as she pivoted and strode away, revealing in an irresistible glimpse of clefts that she definitely was not teasing.

Jack rose and followed, possessed by the notion that they were beyond flirtation now, and then mesmerised by the wobbling swing of her hips as she climbed the stairs. In her bedroom, she reclined in the corner of a window seat, sat carelessly with her skirt gathered between rudely splayed knees.

She tilted her lips up at him as he stood beside her, but this was not what he wanted. She pressed the palm of her hand to the stiffness in his shorts, and he flexed against it, then gripped her skirt and pulled it up as if tearing aside the last shred of their conscience.

She watched him take in her mound and swung her knees wider. He settled between them and pushed his mouth to her flushed folds, so much fuller than Em’s, and lapped his tongue into a shocking slickness. After months without the marshmallow resilience of a woman in his mouth, jack’s head spun. He groaned and his manhood bucked in his shorts.

Beatrice pulled her legs up and back and muttered in staccato french, moaning and gasping as he devoured her sex, relishing its salty heat and the eager grind of her hips at his mouth. When she cried out and locked her hands behind his head, and then her feet too, he found himself humming as loudly as Beatrice. It had Anadolu Yakası Escort been so long since he had pleased a woman this much, this way, that his eyes moistened at the bliss of it.

She arched and howled “Oui! OUI!” And Jack laughed, licked, and gulped at the illicitly satisfying pulse of her juices as she ground out a deep, writhing climax on his tongue.

She shuddered and swore as he eased off his licking, kissing her lightly and enjoying her post orgasmic slinkiness. She took his head in both hands and peered down at him.

She stooped and kissed him, her tongue flipping in his mouth. “You like to eat me?” She said, biting a drop of her own moisture from her lips. Jack nodded, wiping his hand across his.

“Prove it.” Beatrice nodded at his trunks. He stood and presented his hips to her, his cock ridiculously stuck out the top, harder than he had ever been.

“Oh, Oui…” Beatrice pulled the shorts down and took hold of his member, her hot hand delicious on his chilled skin. “What a delightful brute! That is too hard, it will burst, non?” She pressed a kiss to it and sighed, her breath rolled down his shaft along with a teased-out drop of pre-cum. She swung her tongue around him, chuckling as his knees trembled.

“I’m not finished,” he said and pushed her back. She beamed and lifted her hips and he impaled her effortlessly and deeply in one slow stroke. Her jaw dropped and her sex fluttered as she engulfed him, chewing her hips at his strokes.

“Merde.” She breathed, “This will not take—”

The crunch of tyres on gravel below, just outside the open window, jolted Jack to a halt.

“No!” Beatrice wrapped her legs around his hips as he pulled away in panic.”I am too close!” She wriggled her hips at him to speed up. He pushed firmly and quickly.

The car stopped and a brake cranked. From their position, they could see through the passenger window, into Emily’s lap. With a twist of guilt he recognised the grey silk chinoise dress Em would wear to please him.

Beatrice huffed and puffed her whispering encouragement, grinning down at the cuckolds. “Oui, oui… don’t stop. Oh… how… delicious…”

Jack was torn between the picture of unequivocal, blushed, pleasure spread before him and the torturing glimpse of his wife and Le Génie, outside. He pushed as hard and fast as he could into the clamouring woman, desperate for her to orgasm so they could compose themselves before they were caught. At the same time he was shocked at the strength of his ardour, that the urge to please Beatrice was more compelling than even the terror of being discovered.

Beatrice seemed unconcerned, worse, she seemed to be enjoying the moment, her cries mounting in volume. He pushed his hand over her mouth but this seemed to drive her even wilder.

Then everything went strange, as -in the car – a man’s hand leant over Emily’s lap and pulled up her skirt. Emily didn’t stop him. She remained with the silk around the crease of her thighs, revealing her stocking tops and panties. Her wedding lingerie, in fact.

Beatrice whimpered and shuddered. “They can’t… see us!” she said, eyes wide and riveted, also, to the oddness playing out below.

Emily leant back and pulled the skirt higher, sliding her hips to the edge of the seat and opening her knees a little. Displaying herself.

“Oh Oui!” Beatrice rammed her hips hard at Jack’s thrusts.

Emily tugged down the waist of her underwear and exposed her nakedness to the driver. She had done something to her mound. Gone was her honey tuft of hair. What kind of nightmare was this? Jack wanted to climax, and howl in pain. He swallowed at a hard lump in his throat even as Beatrice swallowed his hardness between her legs. The man patted his wife’s smooth bald folds like a puppy’s head. What kind of reaction was that?

Beatrice rolled her eyes and locked rigid. Jack rammed and hauled her orgasm out of her, holding up her feet, grinding his teeth as Emily fixed her clothing and got out of the car. Alerted by Beatrice’s cries of pleasure, she peered up at them.

Beatrice stirred her hips and wound down her orgasm whilst waving feverishly to Emily. “We are in flagrante delicto!” she squealed. Jack set his jaw. Emily frowned, smoothed the front of her skirt, and charged into the house. The car pulled away.

Beatrice’s eager sex, combined with the sight of his wife’s own infidelity had balled him up inside. So, even though Beatrice had climaxed and was crimson and floppy beneath him; even though his wife’s footfalls trotted up the stairs toward them, he could not stop İstanbul Escort pushing his aching manhood relentlessly in and out of that slavering hole. He would confront Emily like this, fucking her best friend. Her first love’s juices stringing off his fucking balls.

Emily charged into the room, screaming.

“Yay!” she shrieked and grabbed Jack’s face, covering it in kisses, her tongue plunging into his mouth. She smacked her lips. “Salty!” she said, and slapped his bare arse. “I hope that means what I think it does. Darling Cherie!” She spun and launched herself onto Beatrice’s face next. “Clever girl! I didn’t think you could do it!”

She pulled away and regarded the pair, hands clasped and joggling on the spot, eyes flicking over them as if they were a fairground ride and she was working out where to get on.

Beatrice, it seemed, had devolved to pure animal. It was all she could do to rock her hips at him, her hand squeezing Em’s bottom. “Jack is about to give me my third orgasm, darling Emmy, can I have him one more minute?” she purred.

“Yummy, I’ll watch.” Emily unhooked her shoulder straps and let her dress slide to the floor. ” Your hubbie didn’t agree with my choice of lingerie, Beatie.”

“Darling… oh… my husband is gay. Unless you had a cock in there… ah… he will not care… oh…”

Em smiled and wriggled off her panties. “He liked my Hollywood wax, though.” She posed, twirling the silk underwear around her finger. Jack gawped at his wife as if for the first time, resplendent in bra, stockings, and absolutely nothing else. Other than a look of perfect joy. Even her newly revealed intimate lips seemed happy, poking out a cheeky pink tongue; she chuckled and kissed him again.

“Come on, don’t slow down, can’t you see she’s close? I hope you didn’t mind our little subterfuge?”

Beatrice groaned, Jack gripped her hips and shoved hard into her gaping slot. “I’ll cope, I think,” he said. Em was already climbing onto the window seat with them, standing astride her friend with her naked rump toward him.

“There is a rental fee for my hubby,” Em said, pushing her hips at Beatrice’s face. It was the last straw for the woman’s resolve. Jack glimpsed a wet tongue slide up into his wife and then Beatrice shuddered into another rigid, though muffled, orgasm.

Em watched Jack over her shoulder with huge hooded eyes as her Beatrice screeched a climax into her sex and Jack slid hard and fast between her best friend’s thighs. Em grasped her bottom and dug her nails into it. “Oh God yes,” she muttered and shivered, stirring her hips on Beatrice’s face.

The roller coaster ride of an afternoon had left Jack unsure whether he would orgasm any second or never again. He decided to just go with it while he had it, and slid out of Beatrice. He stood on the seat and slid straight up into his wife.

Emily laughed with a wild abandon Jack had never heard from her before. Her friend cackled, licking them both eagerly as he impaled Em deeply from behind.

“There it is!” Beatrice said, “At last! The Laugh!”

The Laugh? This extreme pleasure was that common – for them – it had a name. Why didn’t he know this? A dark flash of doubt had Jack faltering; a doubt consumed by his wife’s tight, shockingly liquid hollow, the slender writhe of her hips and the flared plumping of her bottom. Everything underscored by Beatrice, licking Em’s juices from his balls.

Jack decided to stop worrying. He increased his speed until Em’s buttocks slapped on his front and Beatrice licked and sucked everything that came into range.

Em emitted a long, low moan. It had been so long since he’d heard this noise; he had quite forgotten what it meant. Beatrice didn’t miss the cue and sat to attention. When it hit him, that his wife was about to climax, every lock sprung inside him. He moaned too.

“Yes,” Em muttered into his ear, her head lolling back in the crook of his neck. “Cum with me.”

“Oui, oui! hmmf!” Beatrice pressed her lips to Em’s bud and with a juddering howl Emily was sucked, and fucked, into orgasm. Jack locked too, tried to control his thrusts as long as he could, then plunged wildly as he erupted into his wife.

Beatrice laughed all the way through their blissful twitching, lapping them through it and refusing to stop when they finally calmed down. She sparkled up at them, running her tongue along his glossy length as Jack withdrew. He shivered and Em laughed and hopped in hysterics as Beatrice probed a cheeky tongue inside her.

“So, darling Jack, tell me,” Em said, climbing off them both. “Still think I was looking forward to this trip too much?”

But Jack was lost, Beatrice taking his idly pumping member into her mouth and drawing on it with a blissful hum. Em stroked her friend’s hair, watching. Her lip curled. “Oh, and by the way, both of you?” she said. “I will never do… that.”

OK, OK, I’ll admit it. I’m the person everyone loves to hate. I’m a telemarketer.

It’s not like I set out for a career in annoying people. But I really needed a job to help pay for my tuition and, well, the money was too good to pass up. So I was willing to put up with the abuse just to make some cash. Unfortunately, I guess I’m not much of a salesperson, because at the end of my second week on the job I still had exactly zero sales. As I strode into work on Friday morning, I’m sure Mr. Hersh was well aware of that fact, too. He gave me a dirty look as I walked past and settled into my cubicle. I knew I had to make a sale, and make it fast, or my days as a telemarketer were numbered.

I slipped my headset on and logged onto the computer to start the day’s calls. The first half-hour was pretty much the same — hang-ups, cursing, name-calling — until about my thirtieth call.

“Hello, Mr. Stevens? This is Amy from SaveAmerica and I–“

“Ah, just the person I wanted to talk too! Hang on a sec’.”

I had never been put on hold by a prospect, but it was a refreshing change from the usual hang-ups. I peeked over my shoulder at Mr. Hersh, who was still eyeballing me.

“OK, who did you say you were?”

“This is Amy from SaveAmerica and I–“

“You have a sexy voice, Amy.”

I had to admit that he had a rather pleasant baritone, too. “Well, thank you sir. But I’m calling to talk about how we can save–“

“Are you wearing a bra?”

I was shocked, to say the least. “Pardon me?”

“A bra. Are you wearing one?”

I was sure that nothing in our handbook covered this type of conversation. But I needed a sale desperately, and if this is what it took… “Um, yes. But I’d really like to talk to you about the long-distance rates you’re–“

“What color?”

“What?”

“Your bra. What color is it?”

“I…I…I’m not sure,” I answered honestly. I woke up a little late and in my rush to get dressed I just grabbed whatever was on top of my underwear drawer.

“Well, take a peek. I’ll wait.”

This was getting a little weird. I eyed Mr. Hersh, who thankfully had his back toward me while talking with a co-worker. I lifted both hands to the collar of my t-shirt and took a quick peek while pretending to make a minor clothing adjustment.

“White.”

“Nice. Kartal Escort Innocent.”

“Yes. Now about your long-distance rates–“

“Panties?”

“What?”

“Are you wearing panties?”

“Of course I am!” I whispered into the headset. “Now Mr. Stevens, I am not calling to talk about my underwear! I want to show you how to save money on your long-distance charges.”

“Well, you’re the one who initiated this phone call. You barged into my house and interrupted me. So I will set the tone of this conversation until you either sign me up or hang up on me.”

He opened the door just a crack. He expressed a willingness to listen to my sales pitch, and then maybe even give me a sale! So I kept at it. “Alright, but I’m really not comfortable talking about–“

“What color?”

“What?”

“Your panties. What color are they?”

“I got dressed so fast this morning, I honestly don’t remember.”

“Take a peek.”

“Mr. Stevens,” I hissed. “I’m in a room full of people. I can’t drop my pants to check on the color of my underwear.”

“Sure you can. Or maybe I’ll just hang up.”

“Oohh,” I grumbled as I scoped out the room. No one was paying any particular attention to me, so I casually laid my hand in my lap and slowly undid the zipper on my jeans.

“White! They’re white too!” I quickly zipped back up.

“Ah, a matching set. How sexy.”

“Now, Mr. Stevens, how much do your long-distance bills run in a typical–“

“You sound like have big tits.”

“Mr. Stevens!” I hissed again. “That’s highly offensive, and certainly not an appropriate way to–“

“Do you want the sale or not?”

I did. “Um…big? Actually, no, they’re kinda small. Now, your long-distance bills–“

“How small?”

I was getting aggravated. “What do you mean?”

“Your bra size.”

“34-B,” I spat at him.

“Ah, that’s perfect. Personally, I don’t care for girls with huge tits. More than a mouthful is a waste!”

“Mr. Stevens! Please! Now, about your long-distance bills–“

“I’m taking my shirt off.”

“Fine. Are you paying too much–“

“And my pants.”

“Your pants?” I lowered my voice again. “Mr. Stevens, you can’t get naked while I’m talking to you!”

“Who says I can’t? Tuzla Escort There go my shorts. Wow, look at that!”

“What?”

“My dick. It’s hard!”

At this point, I realized that I was getting a little turned on by my prospect. He sounded nice, intelligent. His voice was very sexy. And here he was telling me that his– Well, maybe it was time to turn the tables. “How big?”

“What?”

“Your cock,” I whispered, glancing around to make sure no one was close enough to overhear. “How big is it?”

“Well, I’ve never put a tape measure to it,” he laughed, “but my girlfriend says it’s the biggest she’s ever seen. And she’s seen a LOT of dicks! She says it’s at least eight inches.”

“Oh my. Did you say EIGHT inches? Ahem. Uh, your long-distance bill?”

“Yeah, go ahead and do your sales pitch. I’m gonna lay here in bed and stroke my cock.”

“You are? Oh my God… Uh, OK…um, SaveAmerica can save you hundreds of dollars on your annual phone bill.” I could hear his breaths getting deeper.

“I’ll bet you shave your pussy.”

“A little trim now and then. But with your OK right now we can sign you up for our program–“

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Yes. And we’ll start saving you money right away.”

“Do you fuck him?”

Oh God. “Yes.”

“How often?”

“Well, he lives on campus, so I only see him on weekends.” I could see Mr. Hersh glaring at me again. “Now, can we sign you up–“

“So when was the last time?”

“Sunday.”

“Sunday? And today’s Friday. I’ll bet you’re horny.”

“Yes.”

“Amy, I’m laying in bed stroking my cock right now. If you join in, maybe you’ll have a sale.”

‘Maybe I’ll have a sale’. Just the words I needed to hear. But more than anything right now I needed to cum. His words had me incredibly turned on, and the fact that this conversation was taking place with my coworkers blissfully unaware just a few feet away had my pussy soaking wet. “Um…right here?”

“Sure. Just pretend you’re itchy.”

Looking around again to make sure there were no watchful eyes, I slid my left hand down to my crotch. I started to slowly rub my pussy while staring into the computer monitor.

“Do you suck his cock?”

“Yes.”

“Does he cum in your mouth?”

“Yes.” Anadolu Yakası Escort I worked a finger down to my clit, rubbing it through the seam on my jeans.

“I’ll bet you like that.”

“Yes.”

“Does he reciprocate? Does he lick your pussy?’

I started to gingerly rock my hips toward the base of my palm. “Yes.”

“And do you like that?”

“Yes!” Making sure no one was watching, I increased the pressure on my clit.

“Is he good? Does he make you cum?”

“Umm,” I said, my voice now trembling. “Sometimes…”

“Sometimes! Amy, you should let ME lick your pussy! I GUARANTEE you’ll cum — more than once.”

I was now rocking furiously in my chair, using both of my hands to rub my pussy. He had me close to cumming!

“Amy, baby. I’m gonna explode and second now. I’m ready to shoot my load all over the bedsheets!

“Ooooh,” I squeaked.

“Your boyfriend…does he fuck you in the ass?”

“Oh GOD!” I screamed. I swear the whole room turned to look at me. I sat motionless for several moments until all heads had turned away. Once I was sure that I was no longer the object of my co-workers’ attention, I resumed rocking my hips and rubbing my pussy. I lowered my voice before speaking again. “In the ass? No. I’ve always wanted to but he’s a little squeamish about it.”

“I would fuck you in the ass, Amy.”

“Mmmmm.”

“I’d set you up on all fours, and lube up your little hole.”

“Uh huh…” I caught my voice rising again.

“Slip in a finger.”

“Yeah?” I could barely control myself.

“Swing one hand around to caress your stiff nipples…”

“Yes…”

“Use my other hand to finger your sweet, wet pussy…”

“Oh, please? Finger my pussy! Squeeze my titties!”

“Then plunge my big cock right up your ass!”

“Oh yes!” I whimpered. Through the headset, I could hear my prospect grunting and groaning.

“I’m cumming, Amy! Oh yeah! Hot cum shooting out of my dick! Straight up! Almost to the ceiling!”

This sent me over the edge. “Fuck me! In the ass! With your big, fat cock!” I was rocking uncontrollably, my hands furiously rubbing my pussy as I shuddered to a delicious climax.

I sat quietly for a few moments, basking in the warm, post-orgasmic glow. I had almost forgotten about my prospect.

“That was nice, Amy. Thanks for calling. But I’m not ready to switch my long-distance carrier right now.”

CLICK.

The bastard! He hung up on me! And didn’t give me the sale! Oh well, at least I got a good orgasm out of it. And, I do have his phone number…

Paul had been impatiently waiting and fantasizing about tonight. He and Alison had met a week ago, hitting it off immediately. Their conversation had been so free flowing and exciting. They hadn’t broached the subject of sex yet but after two dates and a goodnight kiss that had left him speechless, he was definitely anticipating the experience.

Alison was busy getting ready for their date, picking out the clothes she knew would have the desired effect on Paul’s libido. She had been thinking about jumping his bones from the first date, but was playing it cautious to make sure he was actually somebody she wanted to have a relationship with. She had made her decision and was now putting her plan of seduction into action.

The door bell rang and interrupted her train of thought. Was it Paul already? Crap, she was fluctuating between throwing her dress on or putting on a robe to answer the door. She could already feel the lust building. The bell rang a second time. Throwing all pretense to the wind, she dashed from the bedroom to the front door, pulling it open, grabbing his arm, and pulling him into the room with a powerful tug. The door slammed shut seemingly of its own accord, her low backward kick was so well placed. She looked into his eyes and saw them change from stark surprise, to animal need.

He entwined his hand in the back of her hair and pulled her lips to his; not brutally but not gently either. Their lips parted and they felt the melding of their saliva into an erotica lubricant. Their tongues met Bostancı Escort and danced to the increasing beat of their hearts. She pulled at his belt and unbuckled it with deft ease, taking hold of the top of his pants. They moved together and were both breathing hard and fast. She managed to get his pants down and stuck her hand inside his underwear, putting her hand around his hardened shaft. It throbbed in her hand as more and more blood engorged it. He shivered and let out a guttural moan as the sensation of her hand around his cock lit every nerve fiber in his being.

He pulled her bra up over her breasts and pulled down her panties. Paul cupped each ample and well formed breast. With his thumbs he stroked her erect nipples, sending charges of electric fire down to her loins. She could feel the heat and pulsating tingle of her vagina as every nerve fiber became supercharged. One hand went to her mound and he stroked it with two fingers. She arched up into his hand and he felt his fingers slide over her wet lips. She made a low purring sound and began stroking his cock slowly.

They were both pulling at his clothes to get them off in the fastest way possible. He picked her up and she clamped her legs around him, pressing her quivering cunt against his pulsating penis. He walked her into the bedroom and sat at the end of it, laying back with her on top of him. Again they kissed; their tongues exploring the recesses beyond their lips. She dry humped him savagely, lubricating his member with Ümraniye Escort the juices of her enflamed pussy. She slid her mound down his leg as she lowered her body enough to suck on his nipples. He arched upward and tensed from the sensations. “Oh my god”, he exclaimed, “I’ve never had that before”.

“Have you been living in a convent?” she quipped, as she moved to the other nipple. They both chuckled, not losing any of their sexual fervor. Satisfied by another arch of his pelvis, she turned herself around, pointing her twat in his face and taking in a mouthful of his penis. He grabbed the sides of her hips and directed her wet cooter to his lips. He rubbed the outside of her vaginal area with his lips, using a light touch. He felt the shock waves go through her and vibrate her teeth, which were pressed lightly around his cock. After a few strokes, she stopped and brought her head up, watching the throbbing of his ample dick.

He was using his tongue to go up and down her slit while making circle motions with is oral love muscle. Her head rocked back and she thrust her steaming oyster into his face and began moving her pelvis in time with his tongues meanderings. The tension was rapidly growing within her, needing to be released. She moved faster against his face, getting him wet from forehead to chin. She was gratified to find that he could still breath and lick pussy at the same time; his tongue keeping perfect time and changing pressure; to match her rising tempest. Momentarily she stopped Anadolu Yakası Escort as the spring within tightened to its maximum, and then began bucking wildly as the coil released and she rode the waves of orgasm as they diminished to a floating sensation of contentment. She looked down at his still pumped piston. Alison moved around and pulled his penis into her freshly erupted volcano.

As he felt his cock slide between her pussy lips and embed itself deeply in her love canal, he bit his lip to keep from getting too aroused too quickly. She sat atop him motionless, letting him get used to being inside her. Seeing him settle in, she moved up and down slowly, gauging the level of his ardor. They both settled into a rhythm; moving up, down, then around and around in a synchronized motion. Both engines of lust were in perfect tune, with each other; rising higher and higher in pitch, springs tightening and trigger cocking.

They were riding the edge together. The muscles in the walls of her vagina were contracting with each stroke and she could feel every vein pulsing in his penis as it seemingly took on more blood, to magnify its already admirable size. He knew they were both about to reach the peak. He reached around and lubricated his middle finger with her juices, rubbing her clitoris which was extended and engorged. As the coil tightened and trigger hit maximum pull, he stuck his wet finger in her ass and was greeted with a savage scream of pleasure as she gushed forth in unison with the pumping release of his juices, to mingle with hers. After squeezing all the pleasure out of their orgasm they could, she lay on top of him. He put his arms around her, saying, “I don’t know what got into you today, but I really like it”.

She smiled and returned, “I’ve been reading all day”.

My name is Christina and I’m roughly 4ft 6 inches tall weighing at nearly 90 pounds. I’m an Asian with typical Asian features like pearly black eyes and jet black hair. They’re really long, until the middle of my back now. I think I’ve got ample chests with 36C tits. My extremely sensitive nipples are in a shade of brown that really stand out like pencil tips. You can easily arouse me by touching them. I don’t really know about this but my boyfriend, Michael, tells me that my lips are full and slightly pout. His words really and he describes them as “begging to be kissed”. I wouldn’t know much about that having only his lips that I have ever kissed. I maintain an exercise routine that includes swimming and jogging. Plus I sometimes visit the gym for some extra push. I also like ball games like soccer, basketball, tennis, volleyball, etc. You could say that I’m quite active but in fact it really keeps me in shape.

I’ve been quite reserved for the better part of my life right until recently when I’ve took a big step forward to opening up myself. From the baggy, floor length clothes to the more daring, skimpy, sexy clothes. It’s been a real change for me and I’m really enjoying it.

This happened some time after got me cherry “eaten” by Michael. Oh, for those of you who don’t know, Michael is my boyfriend who’s 5ft 6, 132 pounds and has a really athletic body. He’s also an Asian with the typical black eyes and matching hair. We were in Michael’s room studying after school, well, sort of studying. We’ve now formed a routine where we go his place after school and after refreshing ourselves in his well stocked kitchen, we head up to his room where he turns on the air-conditioning and prepares the setting of the room while I dress up in the washroom. I would try on different clothing or different combinations, getting inspirations from the net, magazines or asking Michael.

This particular day, I was wearing a baby blue tank top that was cut right under my tits, the bottom of my globes were teasingly in view whenever I stretched or reached for something. The neckline was a low V cut that showed quite a lot of cleavage as well. For the bottom, since it was a hot day and we were indoors, I was wearing a matching color bikini bottoms that were held together on the sides with strings. Although it wasn’t a thong bikini but I assure you enough skin was showing. Once I stepped out of the washroom Michael was still selecting which CD to play. So I took my homework and plopped myself into his extremely comfortable recliner armchair. The material is smooth and soft. The chair like sucks you into it, and you feel so wonderful you wouldn’t want to budge at all.

So after 5 more minutes he finally settled with a Kenny G album. Hmm… relaxing, mood setting music, he’s definitely improving. So he turns around and at the sight of my super sexy attire, drops the remote he’s holding and stares dumbly at me mouth wide open. I took a look at his hilarious expression, chuckled and continued reading. He spent a whole 5 minutes taking in the wonderful scene in front of him. I could feel his piercing eyes on every inch of my body. I was curled up in the armchair and my legs folded under me. Still I could feel his eyes on my tits squeeze together by my arms, trailing on my long, slim legs to the toes and trying to peak down south that was currently hiding from his view. I was starting to get aroused and warm up already with his hot stares and I could feel my bikini bottom starting to get wet. Even the smell of arousal was pungent in the room within a few minutes. There was sexual tension in the air.

“Whatcha reading there?” he asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

“Oh! Just today’s homework Ms. Chin asked us to go home and work on it” I replied.

“You’re sure working on it. Mind if I join you?” He was pacing slowly towards me.

“Sure…” I moved a bit to accommodate him in the chair. The armchair was quite a big one that a person could sleep curled up in it. And it’s definitely fit enough for two people, two people who didn’t mind being in intimate contact that is.

Michael sat beside me, arms encircling me while his head placed on my shoulder Bostancı Escort reading over it. We both started reading the article our teacher gave us, for a while that is. I started feeling him nibble on my shoulder, then higher on my neck and finally, on my ears. His fingers, however, were tracing circles on my bare arms, drifting lower and lower onto my abdomen. At this point my mind was a blur and I couldn’t read a single word in front of me. Although the book was merely inches away from me, it couldn’t have seems farther. I closed my eyes and focused on the intense pleasure his touches were giving me.

“Mmm… yes Michael… Yes! That’s feels soooo good…” I trailed off into a pleasureable moan.

He got encouraged by that compliment and started stroking the undersides of my tits. Softly and sensually he stroked me, while nibbling my neck. By now I had thrown my head back and was moaning out loud. His fingers then traced downwards to my thighs and started tracing circles there. Slowly he moved inwards to my inner thigh and I was sure he could feel the heat emitting from my pussy. It was too much for me to bear, as my skin is very sensitive to touch, that it brought me to my first orgasm that day.

“Argghh!!!! Yes! Yes! Yes!!! Hah… hah… yeessss…. That was wonderful Michael!” I was panting and sweating profusely, And this was merely foreplay! I couldn’t wait to fuck him mindless.

He just beamed at me and plated a wet kiss on me. At once I grabbed his head and started kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Our tongues swirled around each other and our smooching sounds were echoing around the room, infused with Kenny G’s saxophone. His tongue worked magic by flicking sensitive points in my mouth and he also nibbled my lips. My hands were unconsciously stroking his 7 inch cock. His hands were now inside my tank top caressing my tits. After a while he pulled away from me, just as I was about to free his cock from its “imprisonment”.

“What’s wrong Michael? Don’t you want me?” I was truly puzzled.

“No, it’s not that. You wanna go out for a dip in the pool?” he asked. “Its brand new, just installed a few days ago.”

So that’s what the noise was a few days ago and the workers. I was still very aroused and couldn’t really think straight about the whole deal when he pulled me up and dragged me out of the room. It was then that I realized I didn’t bring my swimsuits and I was only wearing a sheer tank top that would be quite “visible” with the aid of water and not to mention of bikini bottoms. Being in this state inside his room was one thing, being in the open was quite the opposite. So, I started protesting.

“But… but Michael, I don’t have a swimsuit.”

”It’s okay baby, you’re fine the way you are, I’m not going to put on mine anyway.” He answered.

At that time he was just wearing a plain t-shirt and shorts. Well guys could swim in anything but it was quite the contrary for me. I don’t want to show the whole world my assets. So I protested again as we heading down the stairs,

“But Michael, people will see us. I mean, they’re gonna see me, semi-naked!”

“Well, there’s a fence surrounding the pool that’s gonna give us some privacy but there still might be some guys who are persistent enough to climb trees or something to get a good look at your sexy body.” Then he stopped and whispered softly, “Exciting isn’t it?”

At that time I didn’t find the prospect of somebody else seeing me the least bit exciting, terrifying in fact. I started wriggling away and trying to break free but he held his grip firmly on my arm and led me out to the backyard where the new pool was installed. His parents were out of town so we practically had the whole house to ourselves. Or I guess they would’ve been shocked to see me in my attire even if it’s still dry, except for my pussy that is. After dragging me out into the open, he locked the glass door leading back into the house and kept the key in the pocket of his pants. Then he motioned me towards the pool.

The pool is around 10ft times 8ft. It has a shallow and deep end. The pool was 10 ft from the porch that we were standing and I could see some Ümraniye Escort deck chairs and a table was set up under a big umbrella. Out here I was having a hard time of keeping my hands covered over my tits or my bottom. This was a whole new deal for me and I was blushing a deep red color. I was embarrassed, scared, horrified…and somewhere deep inside, aroused and excited. From out of no where Michael conjured up two bottles of Vodka Lime, he offered one to me. I was so nervous that I didn’t even think about the bottle’s contents and downed it in one gulp.

I am no drinker and immediately I could feel the fire burning down my throat into my stomach, then the effects of the alcohol kicking in to my system. I started feeling warm and more relaxed in the open environment. The booze also gave me heightened senses and I started to anticipate dipping in that cool, clear blue, pristine water of the pool in front of me. Handing back the empty bottle to Michael I strode in confident strides, with an extra wriggle in my ass towards the waters edge. Then stopping there and motioning Michael who was again dumbfounded by my sudden actions to come and join me.

“Come on Michael, the water looks inviting don’t you think? I’m feeling warm and I think a dip is what I need now… Come on… Please…” I was really putting on my sexiest tone and bending down to exhibit some cleavage.

At once he came over and we both jumped into the pool together. The water felt so good, it was a hot day and plus the vodka I had I was feeling really hot then. When I stood up the water was only at my waist as we were at the shallow end, I realize my tank top was now hugging my figure like a body suit and my dark nipples were showing through the material.

Then I realize Michael had taken off his shirt as I could see his washboard abs and muscular chest and arms approaching me. The drops of water dripping on his body plus the rays of the sun suddenly made me more aware of the feeling tingling within my crotch more than anything. I didn’t care if some children were spying through hole in the fence, or the mailman decided to drop by, I was oblivious to the outside world. Then something rang a bell in me, something Michael said when we were coming out. Wouldn’t it be more exciting if there was the risk of somebody actually seeing us? I know that answer now, definitely.

I went over to meet his embrace and we started kissing in the pool. Hungry, lustful kisses with our tongues entwined with each other and our hands roamed each others body. It was then that I felt that he was actually naked under the water, he had shed all his clothing and jumped in, as my hands were caressing his bare naked ass. Then I felt his finger pulling on the knots typing my bikini bottom on. I started to panic a bit but he was such a good kisser and the water and the sun felt so good. Plus I thought that since we were underwater, we should be harder to see. So I let him tug on both of the knots, releasing them and on my first step to skinny dipping.

Now I could feel his 7 inch erection massaging on my pussy lips, causing my head to swirl around the pool. If I was aroused before, I was in euphoria now. I was high, dizzy, aroused, excited, horny…. The combination of the warmth of the sun, the coolness of the water and the freedom of being in the outdoor plus the intimate touches I was having brought me to my second orgasm.

“Ooh! Mike! Michael! I’m sooo dizzy… I’m cumming again! Yes! Yes! Yes!” I moaned while holding onto him for my dear life.

Taking advantage of my vulnerability, Michael grab hold of my tank top and yank it over my head. I was shocked for a moment when I was stark naked in the outdoors. Then I grinned and started splashing water at Michael, he immediately retaliated by splashing back. We were having so much fun, splashing and laughing naked in a warm afternoon in the pool.

Conceiving defeat Michael dived underneath and came up behind me, embracing me. I turned around and he immediately assaulted my lips but kissing me deeply and sensually. His hand roamed around my body, cupping my bare naked ass in the water and teasing my pussy lips. Then his Kartal Escort mouth moved downwards and he used his tongue to trace circles around my nipple, causing waves of electricity rippling through my body. I was already in heaven but he was teasing me by avoiding any contact with the most sensitive part of my body—my nipples. He would repeat this with both of my tits until I was panting and moaning with my head spinning again. Then finally, and suddenly, he sucked one of my nipples in his mouth while pinching the other. That was my third orgasm of the day.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Suck it! Pinch harder! I like it! Fuck me right out here in the open! I don’t care who sees us! Just fuck me now!” My reservations and all those years of teachings were thrown out of the window by Michael’s expert teasing.

He needn’t a second invitation and at once plunged his cock deep into my pussy. We weren’t up to slow strokes or gentle movements then, it was pure animal lust and we were fucking like there was no tomorrow. He held me in his arms with my legs wrapped around him. Our mouths never left each other but moans escape us.

“Mmm… argghhhh…. Yeess…. Fuck me! Fuck me! Its so fucking hard! I want it Michael!”

We kept like this for a while and then he pulled me off and led me to the side of the pool where he turned me around and fucked me from behind. I grabbed on to the edge of the pool while he pumped me while grabbing handfuls of my tits.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Michael! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! God! I wish… mmm… there was someone… mmm… here to see us like this… I’m in heaven! Yes! Hmm… mmm…”

After that, Michael led me back up to one of the deck chairs where he had laid a towel on it. He lay on the towel and beckoned me to ride him. I needn’t a second invitation as well and immediately knelt on top of him, and the slowly lowered myself onto his manhood. That was the only slow action I did as I quickly hastened the pace and ride him fast and furious.

“Oh! Yes! Yes! Its soooo full Michael! My pussy is fully stretched by your hard cock! Yes! Fuck! It feels sooo good!”

Then from the corner of my eye I could see a figure standing behind the fence spying through the holes of the fence. I suddenly felt scared and panic though I never let my strokes fell short. I was still riding Michael but my heart was focused on the voyeur spying on my most intimate moment. But then I felt a sudden urge of excitement as I also saw some hand movements behind the fence. I then realized that I was on the verge of bringing two guys off at the same moment. I felt excited, free and sexy. As if I was the sex symbol that everyone was dreaming about. And from that moment on I knew I was going to put on a show for that guy.

So I dismounted Michael, much to his disappointment only to bend down onto his dick and started to slowly lap up the mixture juices on his cock. After it was clean, I started kissing all over it before taking in the head of his cock.

After teasing him with that, I hold the base of his cock and slowly stroking him. My other hand softly caressing the most sensitive part of a man, between the scrotum and the anus, causing Michael to shiver and moan. I then started kissing and licking his balls while continuously stroking him. After a few more strokes and making sure his balls were covered with my saliva, I took his entire manhood into my mouth and sucked him furiously. He couldn’t have endured much more of my assault as I felt his balls tightened. So I immediately pulled his dick out and just in time to let it spray wave after wave of cum all over my face and tits.

At that very same moment, I thought I could hear a faint moan coming from the direction of the voyeur. I smiled devilishly at my accomplishments. I wondered if Michael knew about the voyeur but he was panting and sweating, exhausted after that wonderful sexual experience. I scooped up the sum on my tits and sucked it clean. It was rather pleasant tasting to I continued to “clean” myself.

A few minutes passed by and Michael regained his legs as well as his composure and led me back into the house to the bathroom for to clean up. I turn from the corner of my eye I saw my voyeur quietly leaving. I could only grin at my accomplishments this afternoon. At the same time I knew Michael had introduced me to a new world and I’m fully transformed into someone else. I smiled mischievously while starting to plan for our next adventure.

Author’s Note: Here’s a quickie for the Holidays. Merry Christmas!

Carol got up from the couch and slowly walked to the door of the tiny, one-room rental cabin and flicked off the light. The fireplace and three candles bounced soft light off the dark log walls. A tabletop Christmas tree shimmered, along with the wreaths hanging above the fire.

Her eyes adjusted and the young man on the couch came into focus. He was watching her, following her with his childlike eyes.

She remembered his words. He had described how he used to get home from high school and go into his bedroom. He would lock the door and pull off his pants. Lying on the bed, he would picture her in his mind standing in front of the class. Except it would be just him and her.

The boy explained how he would pull his cock from under his boxers and hold it as he imagined her beginning to undress. He was eighteen then and she was thirty.

Now, five years later, they were alone in a secluded cabin the week before Christmas. Dreams were about to come true.

Carol stood next to the queen size bed in the corner of the cabin. It was about the same distance she would have been from Jeff in her English class.

A brief flash of light followed a loud crack in the fireplace. Their eyes never left each other.

Carol grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it up. She had to force herself to slow down in the excitement of the moment. As much as she wanted to feel the young man’s body next to hers, she also knew her “show” was an important part of her present to him.

The sweater was lifted higher and Carol’s blonde hair fell back into place. The teacher stood with her arms at her side. Then she dropped the sweater.

Jeff stared at the beautiful, full, firm breasts. Firelight glistened off Carol’s skin. The breasts seemed to move in the dancing shadows of the faint light.

But, Carol didn’t move. She anticipated the acting out of the man’s fantasy in complete detail. It was what he said he wanted.

He pulled down the zipper on his jeans and opened the button at the waist. Jeff’s hand moved to his lap and a few seconds later a hard, thick cock appeared. Then all but the tip disappeared inside his hand as he rested his head on the back of the couch.

Carol was relieved to see the rigidity of the cock. She wanted so badly to please him…to make it the way he had so honestly described the afternoons in his bedroom.

The teacher opened her own jeans and pushed them down. They fell off her slender hips and slid to her ankles, revealing a pair of black satin panties. She leaned over and stepped out of the jeans, making sure her breasts were well within his view.

Jeff stroked his cock in long, even movements. He watched his former teacher run her fingers over her nipples, then down her stomach and inside the front of her panties. He took his hand away Bayan Eskort from his cock to let her see it…and to keep from cumming.

Carol saw the erect cock in the dim light and moaned at the feel of her finger on her clit. Her cunt soaked the finger in juices when she inserted it a moment later.

Finally, she pulled off her panties and stood naked in front of the student. In all the days and nights he spent in his bedroom thinking about Carol, Jeff never imagined anything as nice as what stood across from him now. His dreams never included the holiday decorations and candles that filled his current surroundings.

Carol was an opened present he would never forget.

The woman turned and lowered herself onto the small bed. She rolled onto her side and pulled her knees up toward her chest, then straightened one of the legs back out.

Jeff stared at every inch of the body laid out before him; the curve of the ass, the way her breasts hung freely, her long legs. Without realizing it, his cock was back in his hand.

Carol tapped the bed beside her with her hand. The signal needed no interpretation.

In the time it took Jeff to rise from the couch and walk to her, Carol thought about his phone call to her…his invitation to meet…their dinner…their subsequent phone calls and meetings. It took one month for them to learn about each other. Really learn about each other.

Now they lay together on a bed in a cabin at Christmastime. Little presents sat in open boxes by the fireplace. A nearby wine bottle reflected light as it sat on a table.

Carol embraced her former student as their bodies stretched to full length. Legs intertwined as their kiss became more passionate. Jeff rolled on top of Carol and his hard cock could be felt by both of them as it pressed against their skin.

For a brief moment excitement overwhelmed the couple. They thrashed about on the bed, their mouths smothering each other with wild kisses and licks. Jeff thrust his cock onto Carol’s body, not caring what it hit.

Simultaneously, they relaxed to the point where they gained pleasure from each other’s touches. Jeff’s head moved towards the teacher’s breasts.

“Oh, yes, Jeff. Lick me, please. Lick my nipples,” Carol urged the young man.

His tongue touched her skin a few inches below the right nipple and slowly moved up. As soon as his tongue contacted her nipple, Jeff wrapped his lips around it.

The nipple was soft. He bit it lightly with his lips and heard Carol moan. Then he flicked his tongue over it and felt it grow.

Jeff’s mouth opened and took in as much of her breast as it could. He used his hand to push it up, then began an assault on the nipple. The more the woman squirmed and moaned, the more he sucked on the breast.

Soon, he was alternating from one breast to the other. Jeff’s cock rubbed against the inside Anadolu Yakası Escort of Carol’s thighs as he lay on top of her; the woman’s body demanding that it be allowed to release the pent up lust that had grown during the day.

“Now, Jeff. I want you to fuck me,” Carol whispered between moans.

All the days and nights and years of desire flashed in Jeff’s mind. He had told himself that, when the time came, he would take her slowly and lovingly. It was going to be difficult.

They kissed while Jeff positioned his throbbing cock between the teacher’s legs, which she eagerly opened. Moisture collected around the entrance to her pussy and was transferred to the tip of Jeff’s cock when it rested there.

Jeff fumbled for a second trying to place his cock where he wanted it.

“Let me,” Carol said in a reassuring tone.

Her hand quickly guided his cock to her pussy and she didn’t release it until she felt the tip enter her. Carol was so wet and Jeff was so hard that the length of his cock was in her almost before he knew what happened.

He took a moment to look down on the beautiful woman below him. Her breasts rose from her chest just the way he had pictured them when he was alone in his room after school. The teacher’s hair lay on the pillow like he imagined.

But there was no way he could have imagined how good it felt to have his cock deep inside her cunt.

Carol slowly wrapped her legs around the young man’s body, pulling him closer. Jeff touched the back of her thighs and pushed himself forward until he could go no further. Holding her by the legs, Jeff began making love to his teacher.

Carol was surprised…pleasantly…to feel Jeff leisurely sliding his cock in and out of her. He was gentle and loving. In her present state of arousal, she wouldn’t have complained if he fucked her. But, he didn’t. And she loved him for it.

She watched his eyes and his hair and, of course, his cock. He was a beautiful man, just as she had thought those days in her classroom when she imagined herself with the best looking of her students. Never did she dream she would be with one, in this wonderfully romantic setting.

Carol put her hands on Jeff’s ass and pulled him towards her, holding him in place. She felt his long, hard cock deep inside her as it pulsated. Jeff took the opportunity during the lull to find her breasts with his mouth. He licked and sucked on Carol’s nipples and the surrounding skin. Soon, they were thrashing their bodies against each other again.

“I want you to cum,” Jeff said softly. “I want to be in you when you cum.”

Carol nodded. She’d never talked much during sex and this setting, with the candles and decorations, didn’t call for it. She would just do what he asked.

But, she had a favorite position and wanted to be in it when she came. So she unwrapped her legs Pendik Escort from around Jeff and said, “Let me get on top, please.”

Jeff pulled out and Carol rolled on top of him. In a matter of seconds, she was guiding his rigid cock back inside her cunt.

Jeff now looked up at Carol, with her hair flowing down and her breasts keeping pace with their movements. Her small waist made Carol’s hips look even sexier from Jeff’s new angle. And her pussy…he couldn’t take his eyes off her pussy as it rode his cock up and down in the dim light. He could see her clit and feel the moisture coming from her cunt.

Carol put one hand on her clit and the other on a breast. As she kneaded the breast and squeezed her nipple, Carol rubbed her clit in short, quick strokes. Then, as her orgasm neared, she slowed to long swipes with her finger.

Jeff just watched.

“Yes. Yes. I’m gonna cum,” Carol said.

“C’mon, babe. I want to feel you cum.”

Carol moaned and grunted as she frantically rubbed her clit.

“Oh, yes,” she said loudly, followed by a long, continuous groan. The teacher’s body shook on top of Jeff’s cock. She leaned forward and pounded her pussy onto the man’s shaft, never removing her hand from her clit.

A second orgasm began when she held a nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed it tightly.

“Fuck me harder,” Carol urged Jeff, who was already lifting his ass off the bed each time he drilled his cock into her.

When the teacher’s orgasms began to fade, Jeff was nearing his limit on being able to withhold his own orgasm. Knowing that he had satisfied the woman riding his cock he was ready to cum.

His mind went back once again to his bedroom…and his dreams.

“I want to cum on your tits,” he said.

Carol looked at him with a knowing smile. “I would love that.”

She lifted herself off of him and put her hand around his wet cock. Carol leaned until the cock’s tip hit one of her nipples. She slowly moved her body so that both breasts made contact. Then she applied more pressure with her hand and forced the cock up against her chest.

With the palm of her hand, Carol pressed the cock flat against one breast, then the other, in a rolling motion. Jeff knew he wouldn’t last long.

Carol once again wrapped her fingers around the cock and pumped it furiously. Jeff’s eyes were tightly closed and his face contorted due to the oncoming orgasm.

He felt his balls start the flow of cum through his cock. After one last look at his teacher’s breasts, he threw his head back on the pillow and came.

A long stream of cum poured onto the top of Carol’s breast. She moved the cock and received the second shot on the opposite breast. After that, it was a matter of spreading Jeff’s cum with the shaft of the cock, using her palm to stroke him harder.

Carol’s hand slid easily up and down the shaft at the end of Jeff’s orgasm. Cum hung from her nipples and flowed into the gap between her breasts.

Lightly, she kissed the tip of the cock and licked it clean. A second later they were back in each other’s arms.

Carol whispered, “Ready for the next lesson?”