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(In this tantalizing tale, every character portrayed is a mature soul, aged gracefully beyond the tender age of 18.)

I found myself captivated by his innocent charm, his youthful allure that ignited a fire within me. It was as if a forbidden desire had awakened, consuming my every thought and tempting me beyond reason. Bobby, the unsuspecting student, became the object of my deepest, most illicit fantasies.

His presence in my classroom was no longer ordinary; it was a tantalizing dance of stolen glances and hidden desires. The way his dark locks cascaded effortlessly over his forehead, framing his piercing blue eyes, sent shivers down my spine. His average build held an untamed magnetism that drew me closer, closer to the edge of temptation.

I, the epitome of grace and elegance, had always prided myself on my self-control. But Bobby, with his innocent smile and boyish charm, shattered the walls I had so carefully built around my desires. I was no longer the composed and untouchable teacher; I was a woman consumed by a forbidden passion.

The spring air carried a sense of recklessness, a whisper of forbidden love that danced upon the breeze. And one fateful day, as the sun bathed the classroom in its golden glow, our paths collided in a way that would forever change the course of our lives.

It started innocently enough, a simple conversation that lingered longer than it should have. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, time stood still. The boundaries that society had imposed upon us faded into insignificance, replaced by an undeniable connection that transcended age and position.

As the days turned into weeks, our encounters became bolder, our stolen moments more daring. The thrill of secrecy fueled our passion, igniting a flame that burned brighter with each stolen touch. The classroom, once a sanctuary of knowledge, transformed into our clandestine haven of desire.

But amidst the intoxicating whirlwind of our forbidden love, guilt lingered like a shadow, reminding us of the consequences that awaited us. We were two souls entangled in a web of passion, yearning for each other’s touch yet tormented by the knowledge that our love was forbidden.

And so, we danced on the precipice of ecstasy and despair, our hearts entwined in a love that defied all reason. The world may judge us, label us as sinners, but in the depths of our souls, we knew that our love was pure, untamed, and irrevocable.

I, the last teacher in the world anyone would expect to succumb to such desires, found myself entangled in a love affair…

-oOo-

One fine day in the month of May, as the classroom buzzed with the anticipation of freedom, Bobby sauntered past my desk, his eyes fixated on my bosom. The sun’s warm caress had prompted me to wear a blouse that revealed a tantalizing glimpse of my cleavage, just enough to ignite desire. It was not uncommon for young men to steal glances down my blouse, and truth be told, I relished in their admiration. My philosophy was simple – why deny them the pleasure of feasting their eyes upon my allure?

As our gazes locked, I anticipated a flush of embarrassment to color his cheeks, assuming he would swiftly divert his attention elsewhere. However, to my astonishment, I discovered an undeniable bulge protruding from the confines of his trousers, right before my very eyes. At first, I failed to comprehend its nature, perceiving it merely as a conspicuous lump distorting the fabric. It took a moment for the realization to dawn upon me – Bobby was sporting a throbbing erection. The revelation left me dumbfounded, too taken aback to even blush. I continued to gaze, captivated by the sight, until the realization struck that I was unabashedly ogling the crotch of a eighteen-year-old boy. Hastily, I averted my eyes, allowing Bobby to proceed on his way out of the room.

To my surprise, a delightful tingling sensation coursed through my nipples, causing them to harden within the confines of my bra. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief that Bobby had departed before witnessing this involuntary response.

I had just experienced a tantalizing encounter with a student that left me feeling a delightful ache between my thighs. He possessed a certain charm, a captivating allure that lingered in my thoughts throughout the day. My mind wandered into a realm of forbidden fantasies, fixated on the image of his impressive erection. As nightfall embraced me, I succumbed to a dream where we found ourselves alone, consumed by an insatiable desire. In this ethereal realm, I yearned to undress him, to reveal the hidden treasures beneath his pants. However, my efforts were thwarted as his hardened member entangled itself, teasingly refusing to be unveiled. The intensity of my arousal was overwhelming, and I awoke to find myself drenched with desire, my body yearning for release. With a feverish urgency, I sought solace in the touch of my own hand, pleasuring myself with an unbridled passion. My swollen clitoris protruded proudly, acıbadem escort akin to the prow of a majestic ship, ready to navigate the tempestuous seas of pleasure.

The following day, I arranged to meet my dearest confidante and fellow teacher, Cathy Barton, for a lunch date. As we savored our meal, I divulged the entirety of my scandalous encounter to her.

Cathy’s expression turned pensive, her mind seemingly lost in contemplation. “You know,” she began, her voice laced with intrigue, “I am privy to the secrets of at least three teachers who have engaged in illicit affairs with students here.” Her words hung in the air, carrying a sense of forbidden knowledge. “Two men and one woman,” she continued, her tone filled with a hint of mystery. “One of the men was caught in the act and faced the threat of dismissal, but somehow, the scandal was silenced.”

Curiosity piqued, I leaned in closer, my eyes searching for answers. “And what of the woman? The one who dared to indulge in a forbidden affair with a student?”

A mischievous smile danced upon Cathy’s lips as she leaned back, her gaze filled with secrets. “Ah, my dear, that is a tale I shall not reveal. However, I can disclose the identity of the student involved. Have you heard of Raymond Anthony?”

“Oh, him? I had the pleasure of having him in my class two years ago. He’s blossomed into quite the young man, wouldn’t you agree? Now in the ninth grade, he exudes an air of mystery and allure. What could possibly be the source of his magnetic charm?”

“Well…he’s not your typical average boy, if you catch my drift. He possesses a certain…endowment that sets him apart from the rest. In fact, word has spread like wildfire among the girls in the ninth grade, for he has earned quite the reputation.”

“Pray, do tell me more about this reputation.”

“Well, the whispers that circulated a few months ago suggested that he was still untouched…because every girl who dared to explore his depths discovered that he was simply too much to handle. Three different girls, during a daring game of Post Office at his sister’s slumber party, were left in awe of his size.”

“And he engaged in a tryst with a teacher?”

“Indeed, one of the teachers caught wind of his predicament and took it upon herself to assist him with his…little problem.” Cathy couldn’t help but giggle at the thought. “But, of course, it remains a closely guarded secret.”

“I dare say it must have been Miss Josephson, the captivating Geography teacher. She possesses an undeniable allure, and the boys simply cannot resist her charms.”

“Well, it wasn’t her, and she truly isn’t such a seductress. People merely perceive her as such due to her voluptuous bosom. Yours are nearly as ample, yet nobody would dare label you as promiscuous.”

“Because of the glasses. And I don’t dress to flaunt my curves when I’m at school. However, I made an exception yesterday, and behold the consequences that arose from revealing a mere inch of cleavage.”

“You should. Your bosom is truly exquisite, you know. I’m not at all surprised that he couldn’t resist stealing glances. Why don’t you undo another button on that tantalizing garment you’re wearing today, and let’s see if he takes notice?”

“Oh, my goodness, no.” I giggled, feeling a delightful sense of naughtiness. “You make me feel like such a sensual deviant. Like this?” I unfastened one more button at the top of my blouse, delicately pulling it down and artfully arranging the lapels.

“That’s better. Now your bosom is visible, but not excessively so, just a hint of your lacy bra peeking through.”

I swiftly refastened the button. “Well, we shall see. I don’t truly believe I would stoop so low as to entice a eighteen-year-old to gaze down my blouse.”

But I succumbed to my desires, as expected. As the fourth period came to an end, I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. I delicately undid the button of my blouse, allowing it to gracefully slide down, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of my ample bosom. Bobby, a handsome young man, happened to pass by my desk just as I dismissed the class. His eyes were immediately drawn to my chest, and I couldn’t resist the urge to playfully tease him. With a seductive gesture, I beckoned him closer, leaning forward over my desk as I inquired about a homework assignment. Purposefully, I thrust my voluptuous 36D breasts towards him, taking a deep breath to accentuate their allure.

Normally, I would wear practical undergarments to school. However, fate had a different plan that morning. All of my sensible underwear happened to be in the dirty laundry hamper, leaving me with only the lingerie I typically reserved for special occasions. It was not a conscious decision, but I found myself wearing one of those bras that subtly enhanced my assets. It wasn’t a WonderBra or something from the pages of a Victoria’s Secret catalog, but it certainly left no doubt that I was a woman with bağdat caddesi escort ample curves.

Bobby couldn’t help but notice. My mother used to jokingly refer to my breasts as “boy magnets,” and in that moment, I understood why. He was undeniably drawn to them, his face flushing with desire. As I continued to discuss the assignment, Bobby nodded along, pretending to listen while his attention was solely focused on my captivating presence. Curiosity got the better of me, and I discreetly stole a glance at his crotch. There, behind the confines of his zipper, something stirred and grew. A substantial bulge emerged, straining against the fabric of his pants, as if it were a primal display of virility. I was captivated, as if witnessing a mesmerizing mating ritual in a nature documentary.

Once again, I felt my body responding to the mere thought of him. My nipples hardened, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he would notice. The bra I wore was sheer, and when my nipples were erect, they poked through the fabric, begging for attention. I looked down at myself, and my heart skipped a beat. A big bump protruded from my left nipple, and I knew it was impossible to hide. My breathing became shallow, and I felt a rush of heat between my legs. This little game of ours had gone too far.

“So, you’ll have it in by the end of the week?” I asked, my voice low and sultry.

“Yes, Miss Wanshel,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled, knowing that I had him right where I wanted him. I turned around, and my nipples stuck out half an inch, taunting him. I could feel his eyes on me, and it only made me hotter. I erased the blackboard, trying to meet his gaze, but he still wouldn’t look at me. I rearranged my clothes, fastened the button, and tried to calm myself down. I couldn’t let him see me like this.

That night, I dreamed about him again. This time, I had no problem getting his pants down. He was big and thick between my legs, pumping hard, and I was gasping and moaning, almost about to come for what seemed like a very long time. I woke up in a sweat, my body on fire. There was a damp spot under me on the bed, evidence of my desire. I hurriedly finished myself off, one hand shoving fingers up inside me, and the other rubbing my clit hard until I came. My orgasm lasted almost a minute, and I knew that I couldn’t resist him any longer.

The morning sun shone through the window, casting a warm glow on my skin as I woke up. It was Wednesday, and I had no plans to meet Cathy. But as fate would have it, a note from her arrived between classes, suggesting we do lunch again. My heart raced with excitement as I met her on our break, and we got into her car, driving out towards a hamburger place on the highway.

As we drove, Cathy couldn’t help but gush about the boy in her fifth period class. “He’s such a little dreamboat,” she said, her voice filled with envy that he had a crush on me. We chatted about our day, and I told her all the juicy details of what happened in class yesterday. She wanted to know everything – how big his bulge was, whether any of the other boys noticed my ample bosom, and whether any of the girls noticed his growing erection. She even asked which bra I had worn that day.

“I’m not showing any cleavage today. I don’t want to be a slut,” I said, feeling a little self-conscious.

Cathy smirked. “What are you wearing tomorrow, then?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

She seductively whispered in my ear, her voice dripping with desire, “Darling, imagine the sensation of wearing something clingy, feeling the fabric caress your every curve, and going braless. Let your body breathe, let it be free.” Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she continued, “Or perhaps a tantalizing miniskirt, showcasing those gorgeous legs of yours. Oh, the temptation it would bring.”

Her words danced in my mind, tempting me with their allure. But reality quickly set in. I knew that going braless was a privilege reserved for those blessed with a figure like hers, not for someone like me, a woman with a generous D cup. And as a teacher at Southern State Community College, I was bound by a strict dress code that explicitly forbade miniskirts. I couldn’t risk my reputation or my job.

With a gentle touch, I persuaded her to understand my predicament. “My love, I appreciate your enticing suggestions, but I must remain true to myself. I will wear what I always do, regardless of the circumstances.”

Her voice lowered, filled with a hint of disappointment. “He truly is a sight to behold, isn’t he? Have you ever considered the possibilities?”

Confusion clouded my thoughts as I questioned her intentions. “Considered what?”

A mischievous smile played on her lips as she leaned closer, her breath warm against my skin. “Considered whether you truly desire to indulge in the forbidden pleasures with him?”

My heart raced, my mind struggling to comprehend her audacious kozyatağı escort proposition. “He’s just a boy! Eighteen years old!”

She chuckled softly, her laughter laced with a hint of seduction. “Yes, my dear, he may be young, but he possesses a certain maturity. And I couldn’t help but notice your dreams, two nights in a row. Once you start dreaming about a man, my love, it’s only a matter of time before you succumb to your desires.”

My voice trembled as I tried to reason with her, “But he’s not a man, he’s just a boy.”

Her giggle grew louder, filled with a wicked delight. “Oh, my dear, he may be young, but he is more than capable. So here we are, a young man, a compassionate older woman, and a clandestine lesson in the art of passion. In France, it would be seen as perfectly natural.”

We engaged in a passionate debate, our words intertwining like a seductive dance, oblivious to the passing time. Our hunger for each other’s company was undeniable, yet we settled for a quick indulgence, grabbing containers of creamy yogurt as we made our way back to the confines of our school. In that moment, she unveiled a truth that stirred the depths of my desires, revealing that my very essence was entangled in this forbidden allure. She whispered tantalizing secrets about Raymond Anthony, igniting a fire within me that yearned to be quenched…

“…and as she unzipped him, a revelation awaited her. A breathtaking nine inches of pure ecstasy. Can you fathom such a gift bestowed upon a mere eighteen-year-old? Just imagine the magnificence he will possess when he enters the realm of higher education, endowed like a majestic stallion. Such prodigious proportions may even necessitate the intervention of surgical reduction, for his virility will know no bounds.”

Hmm, I must admit, I’ve never experienced such an impressive size before. In fact, I’ve never laid eyes upon a nine-inch masterpiece in the flesh. The mere thought of being passionately penetrated in the depths of my being sends shivers down my spine. However, it’s not just the length that matters, my dear. It’s the width that truly entices, the ability to fill me up completely. And of course, the crucial question remains: can he maintain his firmness long enough to bring me to the pinnacle of ecstasy?

In his case, his girth is more than satisfactory, and he possesses the stamina of a wild jackrabbit, satisfying me not once, but twice in rapid succession. And believe it or not, they engage in this passionate dance of love-making approximately five times within a single session.

“Goodness gracious,” I gasped, my heart racing with desire.

“But my dear, he is merely eighteen years of age. That’s precisely why one indulges in the pleasures of a younger lover. They possess an insatiable appetite for carnal delights, leaving you breathless and yearning for more, even when your body begins to ache. And oh, the energy they possess! Unlike a weary 40-year-old gentleman who would simply roll off you and drift into slumber after his release.”

I paused, lost in contemplation for a moment. “Raymond, my dear, is not the man who ignites the flames of my passion.”

“Yes, it is a pity that he is already spoken for, isn’t it?” she chuckled softly. “However, let us not forget about Bobby, my dear. He may just be the one to fulfill your deepest desires.”

My heart raced as I looked into his eyes and whispered, “Yes, I do.” The thought of being with Bobby consumed my every desire, but a nagging doubt lingered in my mind. “But what if he doesn’t measure up?” I asked, my voice trembling with anticipation.

I couldn’t help but imagine a small, insignificant member that wouldn’t satisfy my every need. I had never encountered such a problem before, but I had heard stories from my girlfriends. “What if he can’t keep it up?” I continued, my mind racing with doubt.

“At his age, you don’t have to worry about that,” he assured me, his voice low and seductive. “The real challenge is keeping it down for more than five minutes.” His words sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to be with him.

I had noticed Bobby in class, his bulge more prominent than the other boys. It was the reason I had been drawn to him, the reason I couldn’t stop thinking about him. “You’ve probably had other boys get hard in your class,” he continued, his voice husky with desire. “But their erections weren’t big enough for you to notice. You noticed Bobby because he stands out. I bet he’s well hung.”

My heart raced as he spoke, my body aching with desire. “Anyway,” he continued, his voice low and seductive. “I know someone who can find out.” And with those words, my doubts vanished, replaced by a burning desire to be with Bobby, to feel him inside me, to experience the pleasure that only he could provide.

“He said Bobby’s definitely worth checking out. Apparently, he’s got a nice package and knows how to use it.”

My heart raced as I imagined what it would be like to be with Bobby. I had always been attracted to him, but now I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I needed to find a way to make him notice me.

The next day in class, I made sure to sit next to Bobby. I could feel his eyes on me as I pretended to take notes. When the bell rang, I lingered behind, hoping to catch him alone.

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The call came late the night before and so I told the gal I’d be there first thing in the morning unless she wanted to pay plumber overtime. She didn’t.

It was five to seven that next morning when I pulled into the driveway. I gathered my tool pouch and was about to close the door of the van when a woman came out onto the side porch and waved me over.

She was dressed in a pair of shorts that came high on each thigh, low at the midriff wearing a white shirt with the tails tied above her waist and open to a single fastened button midway down between her breasts. She wore strappy heels probably three inches high and was likely five years older than I am. Her hair was worn in that old-fashioned Page boy look.

She explained the problem as water running out from the cabinet below the lavatory basin whenever the basin was emptied or the tap was running.

It’s a common enough problem when the trap corrodes on the way to the drain. Enough corrosion and you have a hole.

I told her I’d have to see it to verify the problem and she asked how much I charged. I explained that I could give her an estimate after seeing it and then for some reason she asked if I was an independent or one of those plumbers that works with a fleet of trucks and plumbers. I’m independent.

As she walked me to the bathroom she asked if I had a lot of work that had to be done today and I explained that I had several jobs to do yet but there was no real emergency on them and that was the reason I’d moved her to the top of my list last night.

I was right about my suspicion of the problem and gave her a verbal estimate. She accepted.

I had to go back to my van to get a new trap and another wrench and returned a couple of minutes later.

As I entered the kitchen again from the back porch entrance there was another gal standing there talking with the first. She had the same hair color and many of the same features except she was shorter and closer to my age I assumed. She wore shorts also but a transparent blouse with a bra under. She wore open-toe sandals and her hair was in a ponytail.

The new gal looked me over and smiled as she commented to the first gal what good taste she had in plumbers. I was introduced and the new gal seemed to be mentally undressing me.

The first gal then took a long look at me and smiled as she agreed on her own good taste.

The first gal introduced the new one as her little sister. She wasn’t a little girl anywhere and had tits and ass at least as sweet as her older sister.

I blushed and suggested that I should get to work as I walked past the new gal. I heard her remark that I didn’t have plumber’s cleavage either and it was aksaray escort a shame that when a good looking plumber was found he wore his pants too high. I was probably smiling as I got to the bathroom.

I was on my back on the floor with my head under the lavatory when they came to the bathroom door watching me.

I heard one of them comment on how tall I was and the other one snickered, lowered her voice probably so that I couldn’t hear her but I did. She’d just said that I looked “Well hung too.” and the other gal giggled.

I finished and asked if one of them could step over and turn on the water for me so I could check for leaks.

The tall one stepped in and straddled my chest as she turned on the water. I managed a look up and swore she was wearing nothing under those shorts and she wore them tight enough that the camel-toe I’d missed earlier clung and seemed a little damp.

I waited then ran my hand around the joints. My hand came out dry and I scooted out from between her legs and slowly got to my feet. Her ass was full and well-rounded in those tight shorts and I wondered how I’d missed observing so much earlier.

I told her it was fixed and I’d prepare an invoice and be right back. I walked to the van, and filled out the invoice for the amount I’d estimated earlier then headed back in.

I gave her the invoice and she told me she’d get her checkbook and write me a check.

When she left the room the shorter gal asked if I was married or living with someone.

I was asked a similar question several times each month and answered quickly that I wasn’t married and lived alone. She smiled.

The older gal returned with the checkbook and a pen and sat at the table to write before the shorter gal asked if there wasn’t a longer list of things that needed a good plumber to fix while I was there.

The older gal smiled and thought for a minute before she said there were several things if I had the time.

I told them I’d be happy to look at them and give them an estimate and maybe fix some of them if I had the necessary stuff in the van and if I could get some of them done that same day.

Most of the list was simple things like leaking faucets that needed new washers. One was a broken handle and the rest would require me to crawl under the house to guess at the problem and estimate a fix. Altogether it probably mounted to more than a couple of hundred dollars.

They asked if I could fix the simple ones first and then if necessary crawl under the house later or come back sometime in the week.

I gave them an estimate for the simpler things and they agreed but they’d bahçelievler escort moved so close to me at that time and I began to sweat.

I’d never been hit on in my work but several gals had suggested that perhaps I give them a call sometime. Many of them are married and I’d just be a daytime diversion I suppose although I’d had many thoughts of doing it but never had. Twice I’d even had lady customers walking and talking while nude flirting before me.

The smaller, younger gal leaned over and kissed my cheek as her hand slipped forward and explored. I was half-afraid to react although for an instant I panicked and felt like running away. The older gal was smiling and said to save some for her. Years ago I think there had been a movie or video named something like “What do you say to a naked lady?”

The younger one was standing too close and instead of moving to give me free exit she turned sideways and I had to brush past her tits as I squeezed through. Suddenly I felt her hands on my shoulders and she turned me and launched herself at me kissing hard. Her momentum had turned me around and an instant later the older gal was behind me wrapping her arms around me as her hands replaced the younger one’s. An instant later the hands of the older suster were searching for the zipper on my fly and then before it was fully opened her hand was inside and examining my size.

I never wear anything beneath my uniform pants because it’s frequently just one more thing to wash when I get dirty with the work. As that older gal was feeling me and clinging to my back the younger sister was wrapped around my neck and her weight pulled my head down as her tongue plunged deep into my throat.

In another minute I might have panicked and ran but with a tongue down your throat, two hands around my cock and holding up the weight of the two of them I was not only unable to move without a fight but my body was telling me to go with it all.

The older one had my cock out of the pants now and she was stroking with one hand as her other searched for a way to drop my pants entirely. When the younger one pulled away to catch a breath she glanced down and I heard her moan as she dropped to her knees and a moment later I felt her mouth and tongue on and around me as the older one continued with shorter strokes.

The older one was left to undress me as the younger found my balls and sucked me even deeper.

I was soon naked except for shoes and socks and the older gal quickly stripped and was as naked as I was. The sight of her nakedness just made me harder and the younger one had clamped her hands around my ass and was güngören escort alternating pulling me forward and pushing me away as she continued the blowjob.

I suppose I was being raped but I’d never heard of a man being raped except by other men. This was more like necessary immediate gratification by two hungry women.

The older sister pulled the younger away and told her to leave some for her and then stared in wonder as she commented about how large I was. The younger one’s mouth was dripping with saliva as she shook her head and began stripping too.

Older sister told me she’d never tasted one this large as she dropped to her knees and the younger sister said she’d had one almost this big but it wasn’t beautiful and cut like this one.

When she was naked the younger sister pulled a chair over from the kitchen table and pushed me onto it while the older sister literally hadn’t missed a lick.

When I was sitting the younger asked if I’d ever eaten pussy and without waiting for an answer she swung her legs around her sister and presented it for me. When I closed my eyes at what I was feeling below the younger grabbed my hair and forced me forward as she arched her back to give me better access. Both gals were smooth without a hint of stubble as I found out more about the first while extending my tongue hungrily.

The younger one swore loudly as she began to understand more of what I was doing but it was difficult for me as I continually arched my back driving my cock deep with each stroke. The sister between my legs was deep throating me by then and her fingers were gently rolling my balls as I listened to her humming happily. Now the younger sister joined in the chorus as she too began humming while she rode my mouth and tongue. Neither sister was talking now but lost in the moment.

I’d given in entirely when the older one pulled back and gasped for air then I heard her speak to her sister and say she’d missed all this and that the two of them hadn’t shared a man since years before and just after High School.

Then the older told me that I’d better cum soon or I’d be here all night until I did. The threat wasn’t actually needed as I slipped one arm around the younger one’s ass and the other behind the older one’s head and began urging them both. My hands are huge and neither gal could have pulled away even if they’d wanted. They didn’t want.

I was in for an experience because I’d never been in a three-way before and had never thought of it with two insatiable sisters. I’d find the pleasure of it that afternoon.

After this short introduction I filled the older and satisfied the younger. The older sister was more than happy and rewarding as she finished me off and leisurely cleaned me. The younger gal could barely support herself as she slid backwards against the doorway. I’d just pleasured each of them and was now filling my eyes with their nakedness. They were only temporarily satisfied and the remainder of the day was expended completing the tasks.

It was a first for me.

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Author’s notes:

1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.

2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author’s knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.

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Jude sat on his lap in their warm pool and leant back against his chest. She took another sip of her champagne.

“It doesn’t seem five years since I turned 18. So much has happened during that time. It’s been so wonderful making a life together,” she mused.

“Yes,” agreed Trevor, gently caressing her breasts as they bobbed at water level, “Your 18th birthday party was great but taking your cherry later that night was just wonderful. And what a fabulous place to do it; under the stars, on our blanket by the water, the moon shimmering on the slightly ruffled surface of the lake as the gentle breeze cooled the night enough to make cuddling together wonderful.”

“Mmmm, yes, but the best bit was when you penetrated me for the first time. I had been so nervous, even wondering if we should do it or not, but you were so gentle and firm with me. Firm in many senses of the words actually,” she giggled. “And it was just beautiful; all five times were just wonderful. I didn’t know you were so insatiable.”

“Well, I’d had a few years to stockpile before you turned 18, but after the floodgates were first released, there was simply no stopping us. You know, they say if you put a dollar in a jar for every time you make love in the first year, then take out a dollar every time after that, you’ll never empty the jar.”

“It would have had to be a huge jar for us then, honey, and we’d have both been broke.”

They both chuckled then she turned and kissed him tenderly.

“Anyway, I think I feel something pressing against my ass that would be better employed elsewhere,” she observed, taking his glass from his hand and placing them both on the side.

He lifted her up and wriggled down a little, then repositioned her so his cock head was at her entrance, holding her there in anticipation.

“Come on, darling, drop me on him. I want him inside me,” she pleaded.

Trevor released her and she dropped suddenly, impaling herself on his rampant cock.

“Oooof,” she exclaimed involuntarily, “Oooohhh, that feels soooo nice, sweetheart.”

He reached around her and began gently caressing her clit with one hand, her nipples with the other. She wriggled, pushing herself up and allowing herself to drop as she had done many times before. Every time she dropped she felt his long, thick cock press further into her, applying delicious pressure to the end of her vagina. After nearly ten minutes of this she held herself down hard and began a forward and backward motion, his cock withdrawing and inserting with each thrust. She felt her crisis approaching and began breathing heavily, gasping for breath, moving faster, harder until . . . .

“Yessss, I’m cumming,” she cried as she gripped him tightly with her pussy muscles and her body began shaking and trembling all over from passion.

Trevor held her firmly, squeezing her nipples as he knew she loved, until she slowly came down from her high. She swivelled around and hugged him, still keeping his hard cock inside her. They kissed deeply.

“Your turn now, darling,” she whispered in his ear, “How do you want me?”

“Stand up,” he told her.

She stood, noticing how long and hard his aroused cock was as it waved in the water. He positioned her facing the side of the pool, bent over the smooth edge, kneed her legs further apart and gazed lovingly at her sweet ass and pussy waiting for him. He moved behind her and with few preliminaries, slid his long cock into her gaping vagina until he was fully inside. He pumped into her hard, gripping her long hair and pulling her head backwards, causing her breasts to thrust out and her nipples to rub against the smooth pool edge as his cock thrust into her, again and again, deeply, insistently, taking full possession of her luscious vagina and bringing intense pleasure to them both.

It only took a few minutes before he approached his orgasm. He felt it building deep within his loins, an insistent need to explode, to spurt his potent seed deep within her vagina as it clenched and released his hard cock. A few more thrusts produced an increasing need. Hold on, he told himself, hold on, one more thrust, just one more , again, and then . . . .

“AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!” he screamed as he thrust deeply and stopped. Jude felt his urethra expand and contract as pulses of sperm pumped from him into her. She felt the added warmth in the end of her vagina, the sensation of love and completeness as he came inside her. She reached down and rubbed her clitoris, gently yet firmly, enough göztepe escort to push her over the edge a second time.

“Yes, yes, yes, ooohhhh, I’m cumming again, YESSSSS, AAAAARRRRGGGHHH!!” she screamed as she was once again overwhelmed with sensation.

After several minutes of relaxing together they came back to reality and slowly disentangled themselves. He withdrew his softening penis from her flowing vagina and she turned and melted into his arms, kissing each other deeply, pressing their bodies together as though by doing so they could become one.

“I love you,” Jude whispered in his ear.

“I know you do, sweetheart, and I love you also, darling,” Trevor whispered back to her.

After an eternity they parted, swimming and splashing a little in the pool, then climbed up the steps and began drying themselves. Once dry, them embraced, kissed and walked hand in hand inside to their bedroom where they curled up together and soon slept peacefully.

**********************

“One of the women at work, Dale, had a chat with me today,” said Jude as she and Trevor sat on the deck in the evening having their customary glass of wine and sharing their days’ experiences. “She is very concerned about her daughter who, she feels, is becoming increasingly anti-social. Apparently this girl, Sharleen, turned 18 about 10 months ago but seems to have little interest in boys. She’s gorgeous, according to her mom, and is asked out on dates frequently but rarely accepts them and has never had any lasting relationship with a guy. Reading between the lines, I’d say she’s a virgin and I suggested to Dale that perhaps she’s afraid of sex. She hadn’t thought of that and told me she’d do some digging tonight and we’d talk about it tomorrow.”

“Hmmm, that’s certainly a possibility,” replied Trevor, “Some girls manage to go through puberty intact, never masturbating or even using tampons. I guess there’s a lot of stuff out there about the significance of virginity, about saving yourself for the man of your dreams and about how much it hurts the first time. Certainly enough to put some girls off, I’d say.”

“Yeah, I agree. You never seem to read about women who had no problems first time and for whom sex is wonderful and fulfilling, as it is for us.” Jude slipped her hand onto Trevor’s crotch and felt his semi-hard cock beneath his shorts. “Doesn’t take much to get you going, eh,” she smiled.

“With a sexy vixen sitting here talking about sex and virginity, no it doesn’t,” he agreed.

The subject under discussion changed and after they’d finished their drinks they went inside to complete the semi-prepared meal, ate at the table then watched some mediocre TV before going to bed to make love, as they usually did, before sleeping soundly.

The following evening their conversation regarding Sharleen resumed.

“Dale had a chat with Shar last evening and it seems she’s a virgin and is absolutely terrified of making love with a man and being penetrated for the first time. She’s heard about the pain it causes, has used pads not tampons, so is intact, and has apparently never masturbated herself. Can you image that; nearly 19 and never to have cum?”

“That must be unusual in this day and age. I mean, sex is everywhere. The Internet’s full of it. You just can’t live your life and not know the nuts and bolts of how to cum. Maybe she needs a really tender and sensitive guy, not like the slam, bam, thank you ma’am young guys out there.”

“Yes, I suggested that could be the case and I also offered her the option of making love with a wonderful sensitive understanding man first off.”

Trevor looked at her closely and noted the hint of a smile on her lips.

“Oh? And who did you suggest?” he asked.

“You.”

Trevor did a double take. His mouth dropped open and he was speechless for several seconds.

“You’ve got to be joking,” he replied at last, “You mean you’d be OK with me making love with a virgin 18 year old girl, popping her cherry, having real live sex with her, cumming inside her, the whole works?”

“Yes,” replied Jude, “And I’d be there to watch as well, of course. Think of it as a therapeutic sexual session. It’s not like you’d fall in love with her and run off with her, just provide the service of giving her a wonderfully loving and hopefully relatively pain-free first experience so she can live a normal life.”

“I’d have to think on this a while,” he replied. “You sure you’re OK with it?”

“Yes, darling, I am. I’ve thought about it most of the day. I also thought that undoubtedly there are shy guys out there who haven’t had sex and are maybe dysfunctional sexually, so maybe the therapeutic sessions could work both ways. Maybe I could help male virgins. How would you feel about that?”

Trevor’s silence was longer this time. At last he replied.

“I guess I’d be OK with that too, same conditions, I get to watch and maybe assist. You serious about this?”

“Yes, I am. It’s bostancı escort time we did our bit to assist others less fortunate and if this is our forte then let’s do it. I’ll see what response I get from Dale tomorrow. Meantime, I want to take you to bed and fuck you blind. I’m really horny after all this sexy talk.”

Jude reached down and in one motion stripped Trevor’s shorts off him, took a handful of his almost rigid cock and led him to the bedroom. Trevor, of course, followed willingly and within moments was deeply embedded inside Jude’s flowing vagina as she clawed his back with her nails and screamed her first of many orgasms to the ceiling.

The following day Dale took Jude aside into an interview room and nervously asked her if she was serious with her suggestion.

“Yes, I was and am very serious and Trevor’s also more or less agreed, once he came to terms with the fact that I was offering him the opportunity to make love with a beautiful 18 year old virgin,” she chuckled. “He was extremely surprised that I suggested it, but when I pointed out that maybe I could offer a similar service to shy guys, he was a little less enthusiastic.”

“Hmm, I don’t doubt that. That’s wonderful that he’s willing, and that you’re willing for him to be willing. I don’t think I know anyone else who would volunteer their husband for this. I had a deep and meaningful chat with Shar last night and she definitely realizes that she’s missing out but she tearfully told me that she’s terrified of sex and the pain she feels is totally inevitable. I suggested that possibly Trevor would be able to help her and she reluctantly agreed to meet him. Is next Saturday evening suitable for you both?”

“We’ve nothing planned so yes, it’s fine. Come on round for dinner to give Sharleen time to chat with Trevor and get to know him a bit as a person. By the way, did you mention it to Tom? I just wondered how he’d take it.”

“Tom really leaves all the decision making regarding Shar to me. He really has very little interest in her; far more with the new girlfriend he’s just started going out with. He’s relieved that he no longer has to pay alimony now Shar’s grown up and I think he’s making the most of it and trying to start a new life for himself.”

“Yes, that’s understandable. What about contraception, just in case they get that far on their first date, I guess it is?”

“Shar’s has been on the pill for a while. She had very erratic periods so they regulate those, so nothing to worry about there. We can just let Saturday go as it goes. Maybe they’ll just chat, maybe retire to the bedroom and do the deed. I guess what happens happens. No pressure either way is probably best.”

“Yes, I totally agree. Anyway, we’d better get back to work. Six pm Saturday for dinner, OK?”

“Yes, that’s great,” replied Dale, opening the door and returning to her work station. Jude remained in the room a few moments longer, collecting her thoughts, wondering if she’d make a stupid mistake in volunteering Trevor as Sharleen’s first lover, but then correcting herself, he would be the first to fuck her but he wasn’t her lover.

“He’s my lover,” Jude told herself quietly, “And always will be. He’s just offering assistance to Sharleen to help her move on with her life.” Having decided that, she decisively put the situation from her mind and walked back to her desk.

***********************************

The deadline approached quickly. While Jude spent time in the kitchen preparing a beautiful meal, Trevor spent time grooming himself, trimming his short goatee beard, cleaning and filing his finger nails so he wouldn’t accidentally scratch Sharleen and put a dampener on the evening, and generally preparing himself both mentally and physically for the encounter. He wore casual clothes in which he felt comfortable and eventually popped into the kitchen to see how the catering was progressing.

“Mmm, you smell nice,” Jude complimented him, “My favorite after shave. How’re you feeling?”

“Probably as nervous as Sharleen is. It’s like it’s my first time. I just hope I can get the old fella up and he behaves himself.”

“I’m absolutely certain you have nothing to worry about in that department, darling,” smiled Jude as she kissed him tenderly, “If I keep this up for a few minutes you’ll undoubtedly get hard; you always do.”

“Yes, sweetheart, but that because it’s you.”

“You mean, it’s me not a beautiful 18 year old virgin,” corrected Jude with a chuckle.

“OK, I take your point. Just don’t give me heaps because I agreed to your suggestion, eh. So I’ll probably enjoy it, who wouldn’t? But that doesn’t mean I’m going to run off with her. It’s you I love, darling, so please just remember that. OK honey?”

“Yes, I do take get that and I do thank you for volunteering and I know that after this incident we will still be the same people and love each other just as much.” Jude wrapped her arms around Trevor and they kissed each other tenderly tuzla escort and lovingly.

Trevor helped set the table then answered the door as Jude finished the last minute details. She went to the lounge just as Dale and Sharleen walked in from the other door, closely followed by Trevor. She met Trevor’s eyes and barely suppressed a grin as he licked his grinning lips espressively. Introductions were brief and informal then Dale sat on one two seater couch and Jude quickly sat beside her, leaving Shar and Trevor to share the other one.

Dale and Jude chatted away amiably for a few minutes then Trevor asked about drinks and left to prepare what the women had requested. He returned with a tray and handed them around then sat beside Sharleen once again, this time facing more towards her, and began a conversation about her studies. Sharleen quickly impressed him as being a very thoughtful speaker who could express her opinions easily and clearly and before long they were deeply engrossed in discussing English romantic poets, a subject in which Trevor had a passing interest and Sharleen was current studying.

After a half hour or so, Jude and Dale went to the kitchen to dish dinner, leaving Trevor and Sharleen together in the lounge. Trevor decided it was time to broach the subject that was undoubtedly uppermost in Sharleen’s mind; but how to do it.

“So do you go out for dinner very often?” he asked.

“Not really. Some of my friends are out every weekend and often during the week, but I possibly get out about once a month or so.”

“Why’s that?”

“To be totally honest and in view of the fact that we both know what a possible outcome will be from our meeting, because I’m shit scared of sex.”

Trevor breathed a sigh of relief; at least it was out in the open now.

“Why?”

“Because my girlfriends tell me it hurts terribly the first time. If I could have it a second time without having a first time, that would be great, but I can’t. And if I go out with a boy he will probably expect to take me home and sleep with me, at least if I go out several times with him. So I never go out more than once and even that once I’m totally scared all night in case he decides to rape me or something. I’d love to be able to go out with boys and maybe even look forward to intimacy, but I can’t.”

Sharleen’s voice trembled to a stop and tears ran from her eyes. It was all Trevor could do to stop himself wrapping the poor girl in his arms and comforting her, but he suspected that such a move could cause rejection, so sat quietly. Sharleen made the first move, sliding towards him and wrapping her arms around him tightly as she sobbed quietly.

“I . . I’m so scared,” she sobbed into his neck.

Trevor eased his arms around her and gently held and comforted her, allowing her to sob against him, hearing her sobs gradually quieten until they simply held each other, unmoving. He heard someone enter the room and looked up to see Jude there, then watch as she smiled at him and quietly left. They remained embraced for a few more minutes then Sharleen pulled away a little and smiled at him.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “I shouldn’t be such a scaredy cat. Thank you for letting me release these pent up tensions.”

“That’s fine,” replied Trevor, “And I think dinner’s ready so let’s go eat.”

Sharleen held him tightly, then reached her lips towards him and kissed him on the cheek. After a few seconds Trevor pulled away a little, turned and met her kiss with his lips. They remained together, lips against each other’s, then broke the kiss. Trevor stood, offered Sharleen his hand and together they walked to the table hand in hand.

Dinner conversation was general and non-controversial. The meal was, of course, delicious, as was the wine that accompanied it. After the main, Dale and Jude cleared the table and went to the kitchen to prepare dessert and, no doubt, compare notes on progress. Trevor and Sharleen turned a little towards each other and continued the discussion of inconsequential things. After a few minutes Trevor felt a hand on his knee and slowly placed his hand on top of it, then gently stroked Sharleen’s fingers. He felt her had rubbing his thigh slightly and moved surreptitiously to allow her to move her hand higher up his leg, all the time continuing the conversation as though nothing untoward was happening. The situation was just becoming quite exciting when Dale and Jude re-entered the room bearing plates filled with dessert. Quickly Sharleen removed her hand and turned once more towards the table.

After a delicious dessert, Dale suggested that she and Jude would tend to the dishes while Trevor could take Sharleen into the lounge once again. This time Sharleen had no hesitation in cuddling close to Trevor, reaching her lips up to give him a kiss, which he responded to, locking their lips together with his hand gently pressing the back of her head. It was a long, loving, lingering languorous kiss that left them both breathless and caused Trevor’s penis to harden until it was uncomfortably tenting his trousers, a situation which Sharleen rapidly observed.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she said teasingly, “Did I cause that?”

“Yes, sweetheart, you did,” he replied, using the term of endearment completely unconsciously.

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Chapter 1: Skin

“Shit!” I squealed as my roommate’s eyes widened and she slapped her hands over the grin spreading rapidly across her face. She closed my bedroom door, and I listened as her footsteps faded.

The giant purple dildo I’d been riding a moment before slipped from my hands, falling to the floor as I collapsed backwards onto the bed. Embarrassment coursed through me as I closed my eyes. I threw an arm over my heated face in an unsuccessful attempt to hide from myself.

She wasn’t supposed to be home for another two hours. I tried to reason with myself that she hadn’t seen anything, but I knew better. She wouldn’t care; I’d walked in on her with men on the couch, the kitchen table, the hallway floor. But as a flush creeped across my skin, I wondered how much of a hassle it would be to find a new place to live.

***

“I don’t know who’s lonelier, you or your large purple friend,” she said from her doorway once hunger prompted me to leave the safety of my room.

“I am not lonely!” I insisted.

Singleness was my jam. She, on the other hand, went through a different guy every other month. She regaled me with tales of her amorous adventures, and I occasionally accompanied her on a double date with one bland guy or another.

It was Saturday night, and she was headed out with her latest beau for a night of dancing and drinking. She’d asked me if I wanted to come, assuring me I was never a third wheel.

“Plus, I already invited our new neighbor to come with us. I told him you’re cute and he’s so much better looking than your purple cock.”

“Fine,” I said, letting the embarrassment wash over me and then trying to let it go.

She insisted on lending me an outfit for me for the evening. She told me the tiny skirt screamed, “I’m here to get laid.” For her, I tried to convince myself I was comfortable with the look.

Socialization had never come naturally. For years the social scene existed in my life like any other experiment. Hypotheses ran through my head. Would I feel more connection to people if I engaged in more social media? Would I form more connections if I focused on open ended questions in my interactions? Despite meticulous thought about the variables and controls of my social experiments, I continued to fail at execution.

My roommate had plied me with shots last time I’d explained to her how I analyzed my failed dates. She knew I was hopeless and loved me anyway. I loved her for that.

***

Earlier in the week I’d wandered onto the seventh floor of the biotech firm where I work. I don’t usually venture past floor six, but a walk was warranted because the water cooler was out of order.

Spreadsheets and calculations filled my head, despite my promise to myself that I was taking a break. Autopilot guided me toward the water cooler, and I saw nothing around me.

“Woah!” came from above as I barreled into a solid body blocking my way. Large hands caught my shoulders and stopped me from tipping over as I lost my balance and my train of thought.

A familiar voice cut through the equations in my head. Even before I brought my head up and saw the white lab coat and the shaggy hair, that voice sang to me of the past. Confusion engulfed me as my world shifted.

“It’s you,” I said incredulously, laughing in delight. “You left Phoenix?”

Phoenix had been a mess. He’d hated his job. Some desert dwelling dumpster bitch had broken his heart. It’d gotten so bad he’d refused to speak with anyone back home for months. He hadn’t even told me he’d come back.

“I hated it there,” he said, regret and anger flashing across his face before hiding behind an easy smile. “It was too hot.”

“I can’t believe you’re here,” I said.

“It’s nice to be back on the East Coast, but I’m still getting my bearings.” He removed his hands from my shoulders and walked with me to the water cooler.

We first met when he moved next door to me a long time back. We were fast friends and hung out together in all our free time. Sophomore year of college he’d switched majors and transferred to the same city as me. Now he worked at my company.

“Are you following me?” I asked him playfully.

“Yes,” he said jokingly. “Yes, I am.”

***

I stepped out of the apartment; more accurately, I stepped over and around the trail of cosmetics, g-strings, and stilettos and managed to escape the apartment unharmed. Wisps of aromatic steam still clung to my hair, meticulously blown out and styled into artful, messy waves. Before leaving the hall I gave myself one last look over.

In the mirror was a woman that I seldom saw. Black wings swept up from the corners of my eyes, transforming drab brown into smoldering hazel studded with flecks of gold. Lips covered in a bold purple matte curved up at one corner. Freed from its normal utilitarian ponytail, slashes of crimson gleamed amid flowing waves of chocolate and cinnamon.

Acknowledging the extra twenty pounds I’d put on since taking the lab tech job, I refused to dwell on the guilt, acıbadem escort focusing instead on new curves. The sparkly tank, barely snug on my roommate, accentuated deep cleavage on the woman before me. The black leather skirt hugging my hips was nearly scandalous.

Overcoming social anxiety and a general disinterest in the bar scene took significant effort, but feeling a little sexy every now and then was worth it. Maybe she was right. Going out might be fun after all.

We walked down the hall to the corner apartment where my roommate rapped lightly on the door.

“One minute,” came a familiar voice. I started laughing before he even opened the door. My roommate looked at me as if I’d blown a gasket.

“It’s you,” he said. He smiled and enveloped me in a giant hug. “Are you following me?”

“Yes, I am,” I said, echoing his earlier words.

We laughed and my roommate stood patiently, awaiting an explanation. As he unfolded the winding road that had brought him into my life, I marveled at this man standing before me. No longer did I see the kid who had chased me through the halls of third grade with a worm on a stick. Nor the boy who’d studied long into the night with me.

There was a hint of sadness behind the easy banter he shared with my roommate. Was there regret hiding behind his eyes as they traveled over my body? I could only guess at the heartbreak that assaulted him in Phoenix. The man before me was changed, no longer the boy I’d befriended. Somehow, I needed to move on from that boy and become acquainted with the man.

***

I danced. I drank. The evening was enjoyable, just not my scene. As the night ground on, my precious reserve of social energy was rapidly draining. My roommate and companions were just getting started, however, and bid me farewell as they began the next phase of their bar hop.

The dark metro train window held my gaze, my imagination running wild with stories my roommate was likely coaxing out of my neighbor. The walk back to my apartment was lonely, despite the crowded Saturday night streets. Passing my neighbor’s door, I wondered when I would next see him. Maybe soon, I thought finally home.

Hiding under a fuzzy blanket in pajamas, the sounds of a familiar movie soothed me. A knock sounded at my door and I debated pretending not to be there, not answering it. Curiosity overcame me and I padded to the door, fuzzy blanket and all.

“Just checking up on you,” said my neighbor as I opened the door. “Bar’s not really your scene,” he stated more than asked.

“Never has been,” I replied. “But thanks for coming out with us tonight. I had fun, and I think my roommate enjoyed having us there.”

He sat down on the couch next to me and I lay my head on his shoulder. It was like I was nineteen again and the two of us were back in the dorms hanging out. We watched black and white figures rage against mutant plants on the screen; laughed at the campiness of the old movie. The evening was comfortable. My neighbor was comfortable.

“Your roommate told me you’re unbearably horny and instructed me that I’m to fuck you before the night is over,” he said.

“She did not!” I exclaimed.

“So, wanna fuck?” he asked, a lopsided grin on his face.

I sat up, smacking his shoulder as I looked at him and giggled. This question had come up over and over through the years. Every time I’d laugh it away. Yes, I was horny. Yes, I was lonely.

But.

“No, I don’t want to fuck,” I admonished him. “I want a Hallmark movie. I want to be swept off my feet. I want forever.”

There were no butterflies as I reached for his hand. The electric tingle I’d felt when Peter May had entwined his fingers with mine senior year of high school was absent. Peter had turned out to be an asshole, but there had been real chemistry there.

“We’re friends,” I told him. “And co-workers. And now neighbors.” He sat there looking at me, his face concealing his thoughts. “Shit, you really are following me aren’t you?” I said giggling at him. He laughed at that but still said nothing. “You’re my oldest friend,” I started again. “I can’t fuck you without messing this up. Let’s not change anything for now, ok?”

As he had so many times before, he got down off the couch, onto one knee and asked me to marry him. Despite the light hearted nature of this ongoing joke, a small voice in the deepest recesses of my mind asked if maybe he was serious. Had I broken his heart constantly for the past two decades? Has he actually been following me around the country?

No. He just knew exactly how to push my buttons.

“Career. Marriage. Fairytale! Now come back up here and finish watching this movie with me.” He obediently climbed back up on the couch, pulled me close, and finished the movie.

***

Two weeks later, my roommate again implored me to go out dancing with her and her latest guy, but I already had my pajamas on and there was no budging me. I was comfortable, happy, encased in bağdat caddesi escort flannel. The couch beckoned and I was alone with the remote control when I heard a familiar knocking at my door.

“Come in!” I shouted, not even bothering to get off the couch. My neighbor bounded through the door, carrying a shallow rectangular wrapped gift, which he placed on the table in front of the couch.

“I got you something,” he said.

“Yes, I can see that,” I replied. “What is it?” I asked, shaking it gently. It rattled.

“A surprise for you. Go ahead, open it.”

I brought my legs down from lounging on the couch and placed the box on my lap. I enthusiastically tore away the bright paper, liberating something the size of Monopoly. Except it wasn’t Monopoly. The box was a matte black with red lettering and maze-like crimson swirls covering all its sides. Abstinence. Under the title was a smaller title. “The game where you don’t fuck around.” A giggling fit caught me as I turned the box over and looked at my neighbor incredulously. “Seriously?”

“Hey, you don’t want to fuck. This is obviously the game for you.”

“Where did you get this?” I asked as I turned the box over examining the swirls covering it. He remained silent as my fingers followed the designs.

“You made this, didn’t you?” I asked him. Inside jokes abounded in the swirls adorning the outside of the box. My fingers over intricate little smurfs dancing through rows of tiny cinnamon buns. And there on the side of the box was a corner of a map of the town I’d grown up in. “How did you do this? When did you do this?” I asked him.

The box looked professionally made, but I was certain there was no way he found this somewhere and bought it. My mind started doing calculations as I opened the box. How long would it have taken him to get the box, the board inside, and the game pieces printed? How long would it have taken him to design this? How long had he been planning this?

“I have a cousin who manufactures board games. I gave him the design and he printed it up for me. I told him it was for a bachelorette party of a friend. But in reality, you won’t fuck me, so we’re going to play a game about not fucking me.”

“I’m not sure what to say,” I told him. “You made me a game about not fucking you?”

“Obviously,” he said, taking the board out of the box and setting up the cards like those on a Monopoly board.

“Ok, so how do we play?” I asked, reaching for a card. He slapped my hand away and made quiet little tsking sounds at me.

“All of this is kind of unnecessary,” he explained. “All you really need are the cards, but I thought it would be fun if there were dice and game pieces and all the trimmings. So, roll the dice. And we go around the board until one of us lands on a card spot. Then pick the card. We get two hours after that to do whatever’s on the card. The only rule is, no fucking allowed.”

I looked at him incredulously. “Ok, so you designed these mystery cards just for me and they all have non fucking activities?”

“I promise, no fucking involved. The name of the game is Abstinence, after all.”

What the cards would involve? Go outside and scream something bizarre? Show the most embarrassing photo on your phone? Tell something you’re glad your partner doesn’t know about you?

“Is this going to be like Truth or Dare?” I asked.

“Just like it, but only dare, and more adult,” he answered. “Look. I’m horny, you’re horny. We’re not kids anymore. Do you trust me?”

If anyone else had uttered those words, they’d be out of my apartment faster than my roommate’s panties come off at a party. Do you trust me was the ultimate red flag. No, I want you to come out and say what you want. But looking at the man in front of me, knowing how far back we went, I was willing to give him a chance.

“I think so, but tell me more about this game,” I said tentatively.

Tonight, I would let the boy I’d known go and embrace the man he’d become. He’d filled out nicely. There were muscles moving under his shirt in ways that I would have called attractive on any other guy. And fuck it, I was horny. And I did trust him.

“We’re going to get naked and we’re going to experiment with how our bodies feel. Are you up for an adventure?” he asked.

I had never been naked in front of anyone. The only thing that I had ever been sexual with was my purple dildo. Even my single high school kiss with Peter May had been chaste and close mouthed. I hesitated. But time wasn’t slowing down.

“Yeah, let’s do this,” I decided, picking a small puppy figurine out of the box. He picked up a large stallion piece, hung like a horse, of course, and placed it next to mine. “Seriously,” I said sarcastically.

He smiled and said nothing.

My eyes traveled across his chest and down to his toes as he retrieved the dice from the box and placed them into my waiting hand. Ok, so he’d grown up. I rolled my eyes at him anyway as I rolled kozyatağı escort the dice and moved my puppy six spaces around the board.

“Does this space mean anything?” I asked.

“Nope, you have to get to a card spot. Whoever gets to one first gets to read the card and do whatever it says.”

He rolled a seven, which was also not a card spot. I rolled the dice again, rolling a three this time. We rolled the dice back and forth for several minutes, moving our pieces around and around the board, neither of us landing on a card spot, until I landed fortuitously on my next turn.

“Ok, you need to pick a card,” he said, lifting the deck of cards and shuffling them before handing them to me. “52 cards here. One for every week for the next year if you’re amenable to spending your Saturday evenings with me for a while.”

“That’s a rather big ask,” I said to him as I picked a card from the top of the pile. “I’m an adult now. Look at my dazzling social life. I never sit around in my pjs and binge Netflix,” I told him sarcastically.

The card was a solid black with a crimson border, matching the game’s general vibe. I hesitated before turning it over, wondering what he had in store for me. I had no idea other than his assurances there was no fucking allowed.

Semi erotic smoke sketches covered the margins of the face. From certain angles, the doodles may have been figures entangled in compromising positions. Fascinated by the lines of one smoke figure with legs spread, being penetrated by a second smoke figure, I didn’t immediately register the writing on the card.

“Hand drawn by yours truly.” He took a little seated bow over the card as I marveled at the skill I knew he had but had never seen rendered so professionally. “You should read the card out loud.”

“Step 1. You must touch all exposed skin to your partner’s exposed skin.

“Step 2. Each party removes a piece of clothing. Repeat the first step.

“Step 3. Continue until no clothes remain.

“Step 4. Once undressed, remain in a position that allows as much skin-to-skin contact as possible for 20 minutes.”

“So, do you want to try this with me?” He asked.

Was I going to do this? I asked myself. I felt like I was at the edge of a cliff. My body really wanted to jump because on the way down flying would feel so good. But what awaited me at the bottom? Were we going to destroy our friendship? Was I going to regret not waiting for my soulmate?

“Are they all like this?” I asked him.

“Yup. The point of this game is to get you to beg me to fuck you every week, and then have you wake up grateful in my arms that I refused to fuck you.”

“You are seriously messed up. You know that right?”

“Of course! Wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t horny, desperate to fuck you, but also intent on keeping you virginal and happy.”

For the first time it sank in that he may have been serious all those times. He wanted me. Had wanted me enough to move across the country multiple times. Or was it really a coincidence? Was it creepy that he suddenly appeared at the company I worked for or moved into the apartment next door to me? I wasn’t sure. But I was lonely. And I was saving myself. But I was twenty-four. How long did I want to wait?

“I’m a bit creeped out right now,” I admitted. “You made an X-rated game for me. You moved across the country and showed up at my work. You moved into the apartment next door. I don’t really know what to think.”

He started to say something, but I put a hand up to stop him. “Despite all that, I do trust you. And I am horny.” A smile played across his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes.

“I understand. And we can talk about all that,” he promised. “Are you in?”

For the first time in his presence, I felt the flickering of butterflies in my stomach. I stood at the edge of that cliff, and I jumped.

“I’m in.” He smiled at me, and we began to play.

He stood in front of me and took my hands in his as he pulled me up. That hint of butterflies turned into a nervousness I’ve never felt with him. It started deep in my stomach and made its way to the tips of my toes and fingers. Despite our long association, I’d never seen him naked.

“So, I guess that covers our hands huh?” I stated.

“No way,” he said. “This is a game. It goes beyond hand holding.” He ran his fingers over mine, his fingertips brushing up and down each of my fingers. He enveloped my hands in his and brought them to his lips before releasing them.

Neither of us had socks and I needed to break the tension that had formed between us. One foot, then my other found their way onto the tops of his feet. He caught me as I lost my balance. We stood, my feet atop his, my breasts pressed tightly against his chest as I giggled into his shoulder.

“Oh, very clever, but that only covers the top of your feet,” he said, tumbling us to the ground. His feet brushed the soles of mine and I in turn wiggled mine against his. My head turned, our cheeks meeting. A deep rumble reverberated through me, his laughter as I rubbed our noses together, foreheads meeting.

“This is all skin,” he said, puckering his lips. Ignoring his offered lips, I nodded and brought my chin to his, a teasing smile on my lips. The dance of cat and mouse continued, his mouth and mine, lips never quite touching. Eyelashes tickling mercilessly, breath searing, beads of sweat forming.

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Tom’s life was thrown into frenzy when he found out he would have to move to another town during the middle of his senior year in high school. His father had lost his job and the family couldn’t afford for him to stay behind. Not only did he have to move and leave his girlfriend Tracy but they were moving to a big city away from the small town of Clarkton. He had a rough time just before the Christmas break when he had to say goodbye to his basketball teammates and his friends. He promised Tracy he would call every night as she cried on the sidewalk in front of the moving van. He told her it would only be six months and they could get back together again at a college near Clarkton where he had hoped to get a basketball scholarship. .

The family had to stay at his grandparent’s home until his father found a new job. The house was a lot older and the only room available for him was in the finished basement. He was happy down there because he had some privacy, his own bathroom and his own TV. He figured he would just spend the next six months in seclusion.

“Why don’t you go down to the park at the end of the street?” His grandmother said on a Saturday morning before the New Year rang in. “I see kids your age playing basketball and I hear you are pretty good.”

“Na, I’ll just watch TV.” He said feeling sorry for himself.

But she would not have it. “Out, get out of my house.” She picked up a towel and waved it at him.

Tom laughed as he ran from the house. He moved slowly down the urban street noticing the neighborhood was clean and the folks seemed friendly enough. He had over a week before he had to start at the local high school. Maybe if he made a few friends it would be easier on him he thought.

When he turned the corner he heard the sound of someone dribbling a basketball and saw a guy shooting by himself. Not being that shy Tom opened the swinging gate to the fenced in court and stood watching the guy shoot. After draining about six long shots in a row the kid turned and tossed him the ball. “Let’s see what you got.”

Tom looked at the guy and noticed he was wearing long basketball shorts and a baggy sweatshirt. He was around 5 foot 10 inches and seemed to be pretty slim under the loose clothing. Tom hadn’t practiced in almost three weeks and was a little rusty as the first shot was an air ball. The kid laughed and tossed it back to him. Tom took a few dribbled to get the feel of the ball and faded back when he shot his next one. This time the ball swished through the chains that substituted as a net. The kid didn’t say anything as Tom swished his next four shots.

“My name is Billie,” the kid said as he dribbled out to the corner and turned to make another long shot.

“Tom.”

“You ah…visiting?”

“No I just moved in with my Grandparents.” Tom grabbed the ball and dribbled a few times between his legs and whipped the ball back to Billie.

“Which school you going to?”

“Central Catholic.”

“The team could use you.” Billie laughed. “Our team sucks.”

“I’m a senior so they might not take me since the season started already,” he said as he did a cross over dribble and scooped up the ball into the basket with his left hand.

“Nice,” the other kid said.

“Yo, Billie what’s up?” A voice rang out from behind them. Tom turned and saw two more kids walking up.

“This is Tom.” Billie said. “He just moved in.”

Tom held out his hand to shake.

“John,” the tall kid announced. Tom reached to shake the other kid’s hand but he turned and grabbed the ball.

“That’s Joe,” Billie said. “Must be a bad day.”

After the four shot around for about ten minutes Billie asked if they wanted to play some two on two. They all agreed and Billie and Tom played John and Joe. Billie matched up with John that therefore left Tom and Joe playing each other.

Before the other team knew what hit them Tom popped in two long shots over Joe’s out-reached arm. “2 zip.” Billie laughed. Since it was winners out Tom once again had the ball with Joe playing him closer. He faked a jump shot and flew around him to easily lay it in. “3 zip.” Billie said rubbing it in.

Tom turned to see Joe totally pissed. Tom tossed him the ball to check and was surprised when the kid flung it back at him. Tom passed to Billie this time to allow Joe to cool down somewhat but Billie was trapped in the corner and had to toss it back to Tom. Again he faked a jump shot and dribbled around Joe. He left his feet to lay it in again and felt Joe’s hand smack him across the arm and head. Luckily he was able to grab the post holding up the goal before he crashed to the ground. He turned angrily and stopped. He didn’t need to mix it up with someone on the first day at the park. “Foul,” he announced beşiktaş escort as he held out his hands for Joe to throw him the ball to take out.

Joe laughed. “The little pussy was fouled. I guess he doesn’t know the playground rules.”

Tom looked at Billie and John who were trying not to laugh. He bit his tongue and decided to go with the flow. If hard fouls are acceptable then he could do his share as well. Joe moved to take the ball out of bounds and Tom moved to guard him. John was a pretty good player and faked Billie to the left as he drove to the right. He laid the ball in. Thirty-one.” Joe said smiling. Tom knew he meant 3 to 1.

Joe now had the ball and dribbled right with Tom guarding him closely. The boy flew to the right and suddenly pushed Tom away as he faded back for a jump shot. They all turned to see the ball swish through the chains. “Thirty-two,” the boy grinned.

Tom realized quickly that urban street basketball was different than the park in Clarkton. If they could be physical then so could he. Joe again took the ball at the top of the key and moved to the left this time. He tossed John the ball as he cut across the middle and laid it up over Billie. “Thirty-three.” Joe laughed.

Joe checked the ball with Tom again. “Welcome to the city country boy,” he said as he backed Tom up with his hips. As Tom lunged to steal the ball Joe turned the other way and banked the ball off the backboard. “Forty-three. Five wins it.”

Steam was coming from Tom’s ears now as Joe once again took the ball at the top of the key and faked to his left. Tom pretended to go left but quickly moved back to the right. Joe wasn’t expecting his hand to tap the ball away. Tom picked it up and smiled at the startled kid. Before Joe could react Tom’s feet left the asphalt and his jump shot banked in the hoop. “I believe it is now Forty-four.” Tom laughed.

Billie was open for a shot as Tom dribbled to his right so he tossed a bounce pass in his direction. Billie grabbed the ball and started for the basket and almost made it until Joe double teamed him and stole the ball. Tom quickly jumped in front of Joe and held his arms outward to prevent him from driving around him. Billie moved left and right trying to find an opening but didn’t see any.

Tom was ready this time for Joe’s hand to push him away. As Joe reached out to push off with his hand Tom did the same. His hand pushed against Joe’s chest first and he suddenly froze. It was enough for Joe to move around him and make the lay up. “WE WIN!” Joe yelled as he moved over to high five John.

“What the fuck happened?” Billie asked Tom as they watched Joe and John celebrate.

“He…he………has….breasts.” Tom stuttered.

Billie broke down laughing. “Oh fuck I thought you knew Jo is a girl.”

“I better be going.” Tom said still shocked that a girl had beaten his ass in basketball. He waved to John and Jo and headed off the court. As he opened the gate he heard footsteps and turned around to see Jo smiling at him.

“If you ever grab my tit again I’ll kick you in the nuts,” she grinned.

“I…didn’t know,” he said still shocked. “I’m sorry.”

Jo winked at him. “Will we see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll be back,” he said as he moved away. He turned and saw her blue eyes looking at his ass. As he turned the corner he glanced back and saw the three of them laughing as they headed down the street the other way.

*****

“So how was it?” Tom’s grandmother asked when he came through the kitchen door.

“Different,” he replied. “Very different.” Tom moved down to the basement and picked up the phone to call Tracy. He was not going to tell her he had touched another girl’s breast. His fingers tingled as they remembered the soft feel.

“I know I miss you too,” he said. Their relationship had reached a point where they had touched and kissed each other but had not gone all the way. They were both virgins.

“A dance? This Saturday night?” Tom repeated. “I’m sorry Tracy I can’t make it back this soon.” It was a three hour drive to Clarkton. “Yes you go but don’t be messing around with anyone.” Tom hung up the phone later and sighed. Life sucked.

*****

Jo waved goodbye to Billie and John as she entered her two-story home.

“Josephine is that you?” Her mother yelled from the kitchen.

“Mom, I told you to call me Jo,” the girl said as she moved into the kitchen and sat next to her twin sister Karen.

“Out with the boys?” Karen smirked as she painted her fingernails.

Jo glanced at the perfect hair and makeup on her twin. They might be identical sisters in appearance but definitely not in life. As rough and tough Jo was Karen was equally feminine in her ways.

“Yeah so what?” Jo snapped back. “A new boy moved in the hood.”

“Is he cute?” Karen asked sitting up straight.

“How would I know?” Jo laughed.

“Oh yes, you don’t like boys do you?” Karen quipped. etiler escort “Maybe the rumors are true about you liking girls.”

“Fuck you.” Jo said.

“Stop it right now,” their mother said. “Can’t you two get alone at least one day a year?”

“Yes if you tell her to shut up,” Jo said as she stood and left the room.

Jo was lying on her bed tossing the basketball up in the air when Karen knocked. “Come in,” she said.

“I’m sorry about the lesbian remark,” her sister said as she came in to sit next to Jo on the bed. “I was just kidding.”

“Whatever.” Jo said showing no interest.

“So tell me about this new boy.”

“God I don’t know. He shoots a great jump shot and has good hands.”

“Good hands huh?” Karen giggled.

“Is sex all you think about?” Jo asked.

“Well I’m tired of being the only virgin in…….,” she stopped. “I mean except for you the only virgin in our class.”

“I’m sure I can talk John or Billie to fuck you if you want.” Jo laughed.

“God, you are so gross sometimes,” her sister said. “Is he coming back to play tomorrow?”

“Who knows,” Jo said lying.

Karen stood and walked from Jo’s room.

It was later than evening when Jo walked from the shower that Karen came bursting into the bathroom that they shared. “Don’t you ever knock?” Jo said as she quickly wrapped the large towel around her naked body.

“You know you have a nicer body than me. You should show it sometime.” Karen said as she looked at her sister’s full breasts pushing out the towel and the cute ass cheeks exposed under the terrycloth.

“I’m not a slut like you,” Jo said as she grabbed Karen and led her out the door. Jo smiled as she looked at her body in the full length mirror behind the door. She pulled the towel away and saw the hard nipples pushing upward. She had tried to forget the new boy’s face and his ass but couldn’t. Her heart felt funny and the tingling between her legs had not gone away. For the first time in her life Jo felt real sexual desire. That night was the first time she had ever gone to bed in the nude and the first time in a long time that she had masturbated. The important thing was that it was the first time she had really climaxed.

*****

“See you later Gram!” Tom yelled as he ran out the front door. It was about the same time that he had played basketball the previous day and he wanted to get there early to practice some. He heard the basketball being dribbled and the metal backboard sound when the ball bounced off. He turned the corner and saw one of the guys shooting. When he got closer he realized it was the girl Jo.

“Hi,” Tom said as he walked cautiously onto the court. He didn’t want her to smack him with the ball or kick him in the nuts like she had warned.

“Hi,” Jo said with a smile. “I’m sorry about yesterday. I guess I was a little rough on ya.”

“Na that’s OK,” he said as he caught the basketball she tossed him, “I guess I was a pussy when we played.”

Jo laughed. “John and Billie can’t make it so I guess we can just shot around some.”

“That’s cool.” Tom said smiling. The tough girl wasn’t so tough after all.

“You know you are pretty good,” he said as she swished two consecutive shots from the corner. “You must be on the team.”

“Yeah I play,” Jo replied. She didn’t want to be the one to tell him she was first team all state last year as a junior and had the top schools recruiting her. “You’re a shoe in to make the boy’s team.”

“I hope I’m eligible.”

“You are.” Someone said from behind the fence. Tom turned and saw a priest standing there.

“Hi Father Tim.” Jo said as she ran over to open the gate to the court.

Tom dribbled the ball over to him. “So this is the one I’ve been hearing about?” The priest said looking at him.

“Hearing about?” Tom asked.

“First I get this call from a coach in Clarkton about this kid who can shoot the eyes out and then I get phone calls from others who told me to come to the park today.” Father Tim said. “I haven’t seen you miss yet.”

“Lucky I guess,” Tom said blushing.

“Well I’m also the basketball coach at the school and yes you are eligible if you want to come out for the team.”

“That would be great.” Tom said smiling.

“The first practice after the holidays is next Monday after school. Bring your stuff in early and I’ll give you a locker in the team locker room.” Father Tim said before he turned and left.

“I guess you are on the team,” Jo said as she smacked him in his ass as she ran to pick up the basketball.

“Hey watch it!” Tom laughed.

For the next five minutes they took turns trying to make the most foul shots before they missed. Jo had hit fifteen in a row and Tom had twelve and was still shooting. As Tom was shooting his thirteenth shot he glanced over at Jo who was pulling the baggy sweatshirt over her short blonde hair. He froze when her tee shirt underneath beyoğlu escort pulled out of her shorts showing him her muscular abs.

Jo realized he was starring at her upper body and quickly pulled down her shirt which now showed her ample breasts. “Don’t get any ideas,” she giggled. She was glad John and Billie had not showed up today because she didn’t like showing them her feminine attributes.

“Don’t worry I don’t want to be kicked in the nuts,” he laughed as he stroked the thirteenth foul shot through the hoop.

“I think I’m going to beat you,” Tom announced when his fourteenth shot swished through. As he aimed for the shot to tie her he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. It almost made him miss the shot which bounced around on the rim before it fell through. He turned and saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen before.

“Hi,” Karen said smiling at him. He was even cuter than she had imagined or even hoped for. “I’m Jo’s sister Karen.”

Jo saw it in his eyes the moment he looked at her sister. She had seen it before in the boy’s eyes when Karen made her grand entrance. Today she had pulled out all stops and was wearing a halter blouse and a very short denim skirt. Her raised heels made her legs look even longer and sexier.

“Hi I’m Tom,” he said smiling. He looked at Jo. “Are you two….twins?”

“It’s hard to believe isn’t it?” Karen said smiling.

“Yeah she’s a stuck up bitch,” Jo said as she hooked the ball fifteen feet into the hoop.

“Now-now sis be nice,” Karen added. “I hope to see you in school.”

“Yeah me too,” he said realizing the smile had not left his face.

“If you are not doing anything later would you like to stop by my house? We can listen to some music or something?” Karen asked.

“Listen to some music or something…La de da.” Jo laughed as she repeated the words in her sister’s voice.

Tom laughed. “Sure I would like that.”

“Come over at seven. It’s the next street over number 82.” Karen said smiling. “You are going out with the gang tonight right?” She directed to Jo.

Jo realized her sister had moved right in and had made claim to the new boy. Tonight the guys liked to meet at Billie’s house to play video games. “Maybe.” She answered.

Karen and Jo gave each other hard stares until Karen broke eye contact and backed off. “I’ll see you at seven Tom.” She turned and made sure she gave her best ass wiggle as she strolled down the street.

“I’ll see you at seven Tom.” Jo repeated as she copied Karen’s wiggle. Tom broke down laughing and admiring Jo’s nice butt shaking in the basketball shorts.

“I would have never guessed that she was your sister,” he said as they sat on the bottom seat of a wooden bleacher near the sideline.

“I guess you have a girl friend back in Podunk right?” Jo said as she dribbled the ball while she sat.

“Yes and no,” he said. “We said we would try to wait until the summer but being this far away is tough.” Tom wanted to make sure Karen knew he was available in case Jo said something later.

“So you are like most guys. If something better comes along then take it right?”

“That’s not what I said,” he laughed as he jabbed her on the shoulder. Jo suddenly pushed him back.

“I didn’t say it was wrong did I?” Jo laughed as she tossed the ball against his chest and caught it as it bounced back into her hands. Tom lunged to get the ball but she curled her arms and body around it. He tried to pull it away but couldn’t. As his fingers moved around the ball he once again came in contact with one of her breasts. He froze waiting for her to kick him but she didn’t. She acted like it was not happening so he keep grabbing for the ball and feeling her soft mound.

Jo gasped when his fingers touched her breast again. She pulled the ball tighter against her which then trapped his fingers between the ball and her boob. After a few seconds she relaxed her gripped and let him take the ball. As soon as he got it she jumped on top of him until he was lying on his back on the bleacher seat. Jo’s body moved over his as he held the ball above his head beyond her reach. Her whole body was now lying directly on his and that’s when she felt it. His hard penis pushed against her stomach.

Before Tom could respond he felt Jo jump off of him and saw her run from the court. “Jo I’m sorry!” He yelled as she ran down the street. He picked up her sweatshirt and took a deep breath. He had to get laid quickly because it didn’t take much for him to get hard.

*****

“God he is so cute,” Karen said as Jo smashed through the front door.

Jo looked at her sister and gritted her teeth in anger. “Leave me alone.”

“What did I do?” Karen asked as her tomboy sister ran up the stairs.

Jo tried to forget about Tom as she got ready to go out to meet with the guys. She tossed on her Knicks shirt and long sweatpants and headed by her sister’s room. She peeked in to see Karen standing in the sexiest set of black panties and bra she had ever seen.

“I guess those are for Tom.” Jo said after pushing the door open.

“Yes, do you think he will like them?” Karen giggled as she turned her body to show Jo the black thong strap down between her buttocks.

“You are such a slut.” Jo said. “I don’t think he will fall for your shit.”

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The beginning.

Charles was away on business and would normally have been at home over the weekend but he had an important meeting on the following Monday, so he decided to stay over for the weekend. He told Sybil that one of his clients had invited him to his small farm out in the country for the weekend and that he had a pool table and a small boat on a lake which helped Charles make a selfish difficult decision to stay. He said that it was out of mobile range but left a landline number for any emergency but as they lived in a secure marina development with restaurants and coffee shops, he felt she would be safe.

Sybil was quite conservative in her manner and dress whilst looking classy. She liked conversation and could strike up a conversation easily with young and older males and females.

She was 5,7 ft tall and had a good womanly figure with short styled blue tinged silver hair with good legs and her breasts were still firm with large nipples she was very attractive and looked sexy without realizing it. She had looked good all her life and was a virgin when she met Charles in their youth. Her husband Charles had often told her that a lot of guys would consider her as a milf ( mother I’d like to fuck ) especially younger men, and on a number of occasions had tried to chat her up, she laughed these off but did tell Charles on some occasions, liking the attention from all parties.

Sybil had always remained faithful to Charles but sometimes wondered if he had strayed but he always said no he hadn’t, Charles always had a thing about older mature women when he was younger and wished he could have had sex with an older woman when he was younger, especially a with a classy attractive woman like Sybil. He still has these thoughts sometimes and can imagine how a young late teens teenager would go fuckolic crazy with excitement. Sybil had once said while having drinks with friends one evening that she would like to a have a toyboy before she goes, which was a real shocker but Charles just laughed it off due to the champagne.

Sexually she was quite reserved and didn’t like discussing sex especially if it was crude, but she had her moments throughout life and could let her hair down on rare occasions, these were rare and generally kept in check. This frustrated Charles at times but he had learnt to live with it, He still often tried to push boundaries. As she got older, she wasn’t so keen on having her nipples played with and sucked, however there were times she enjoyed the feeling. She did however like her pussy fingered, sucked and licked.

When she was younger and in the mood, she liked being fisted. She liked having sex in the missionary position legs wide open, on top with her nipples being sucked and played with and occasionally doggy style but this didn’t happen very often. One time while having a bit of passion she asked Charles to go and get some scissors and proceeded to cut holes in an old bra for her nipples to poke through to heighten the feeling, Charles thought Christmas had come early and he nearly did. Sybil generally liked sex and didn’t mind having it regularlarly.

Charles was in his mid-sixties 5,8 ft tall, silver hair, beard quite handsome but overweight and needing to get fitter, as he was starting to feel his age physically, which was beginning to slow him down. He enjoyed his life sex life and was game for anything being a bit of a voyeur he started to become interested in cuckolding ( watching men’s wives having kurtköy escort sex with other men ) life was tough when he was younger but was quite successful in the latter years now working for an international company which he enjoyed, his position involved quite a bit of travelling. This left Sybil to enjoy flower nurseries and socializing. They both enjoyed lunching at the wine estates on weekends, she being keen on wines. He enjoyed the fact that this relaxed her, hoping she would be more adventurous, this worked sometimes.

Sybil decided she would like a light evening meal and would decide what to eat when she arrived.

As it was Friday, being showered already in the morning she would like to look dressy, she went to her wardrobe and took out a French blue wrap over dress with light blue stripes which was just above the knee. She took out a pair of high line white lace panties and a white lace, transparent see through bra, her nipples were subtly visible but not too much although if she got cold, they would be prominent. Deciding on a white lace shawl with white hold up stockings to keep her legs warm if it got cold, with white 4-inch-high peep toe shoes complete with a white clutch handbag.

She walked to the restaurants and decided on an Italian restaurant which she knew quite well. It was quite busy and noisy. The waiter showed her a table which seated three. Sat and asked for a wine list and menu. She decided on a bottle of chenin blanc with a chicken salad. The wine arrived and was poured into a glass, a full bottle would make her tipsy which might help her sleep later. Looking round the restaurant was quite full of couples, young and old and groups. Across from her sat an elderly man in his late sixties. He was quite nice looking, about 6 ft and looked fit. Sybil noticed he was drinking white wine and eating pasta.

The waiter brought Sybil’s chicken salad and chatted with her briefly. She heard a voice say that’s an English accent I hear. Sybil looked up and realized he was talking to her. Not being rude she replied yes. They chatted across tables for a short while. George had seen her come in and thought she was very attractive. George could see under her table and noticed her dress was open mid-way up her thigh. He could just see what he thought was a stocking top and immediately started to get hard, this enticed him to keep chatting. Sybil couldn’t hear him properly and suggested that she would join him as she had not started eating. George said certainly and was quite pleased with himself. George was dressed in a navy blue, short sleeve shirt and beige slacks with polished navy slip on shoes.

They exchanged names and began to chat. George told Sybil he was out with some old naval friends but decided to leave them and have a bit of supper as he lived on his own since his wife had passed away two years ago. Sybil felt a bit sad for him especially when he told her he lived on his own, he had a son who lived overseas. They started to chat about various subjects, he mentioned he was a keen gardener and enjoyed wine tasting which held Sybils attention. Sybil by this time had two glasses of wine George poured her a third glass before she realized. She felt quite mellow and relaxed and enjoyed the conversation. Sybil did not feel threatened in any way. He seemed quite a gentleman and spoke quite softly but with a strong voice.

They both had at least three glasses of wine by beykoz escort 10:30. George suggested that she go to his house which was a secure estate, no strings attached as he really enjoyed her company, which he said was rare. George had ordered an uber for 10:45 and said he would get the same one to take her back. She said no and that has she told him previously she was happily married but also felt a bit lonely sometimes and knew it must be lonely for him. She relented and said she would on condition he made no advances he said he wouldn’t, she felt safer and trusted him. George gave the driver his address and told him to return at 11:50. Sybil felt comfortable with that and got in the taxi with him. It took 15 minutes to his home.

Sybil and George arrived at his home and thought it looked like a nice estate, well kept and secure. This made her feel comfortable but still felt a bit of betrayal just by being there. When she arrived at the house, it was a single level medium size but very well kept garden. Inside it was veery comfortable, lounge come dining area with a lazy boy armchair in soft light blue corduroy with a matching couch, an oak dining table with 4 chairs, oak coffee and side tables, oak wine rack well stocked, sideboard with photographs and ornaments including a cut glass decanter three quarters full of what appeared to be whiskey and glasses. George said to sit in the chair and asked he she would like a glass of wine or a small glass of redbreast whiskey, Sybil said she would like that. George sat opposite the sofa looking directly at her.

They chatted about plants and wine. He noticed her dress and fallen to one side and her legs were slightly open, he could see her lace stocking tops but not her panties. He started to get hard again. By this time Sybil was quite tipsy and her legs were open more and George could see her panties which had slipped into the crevice of her pussy. George was getting a real boner and found it difficult to concentrate on chatting. He got up and went to get a brochure on the whiskey to show Sybil. He stood behind the chair with his face next to hers with his hands either side holding the holding the brochure while they discussed the whiskey. Sybil could feel breath and his after shave which was quite intoxicating. George kissed the side of her neck and she trembled protesting but George kissed her again and she enjoyed it.

She said she had never done anything like this since she was married and felt guilty. George said to enjoy the moment as it would never come again. He told her if she would like he would give her a sleep mask which he had from travelling in business class from a recent trip. He went and got it and placed it over her eyes with a strap over her head. She took another sip of whiskey and relaxed a bit. George put his arms to the side and started kissing her neck again, he done this for a couple of minutes.

He then placed his arms either side of her shoulders and began a gentle massage, which she enjoyed relaxing even further by this time George was really getting worked up as he hadn’t had these feelings for two years. He moved hie hands down and slowly opened the top of her dress revealing her lace bra. Heer could see her nipples and slowly moved his over the bra. Sybil sighed and he felt her nipples stiffen. He massaged them for a minute or two making them really hard. Sybil didn’t want it to stop. He eased the bra cups down until üsküdar escort her nipples sprung out of the top of the cups, He put each one between his thumb and forefinger tweaking them softly but they were rock hard all the while kissing her neck.

She began to moan, he did this for a minute or two moving his right arm down to the waist, he parted the dress sucking a deep breath when saw her panties and stocking tops. He moved his forefinger to the outside of her panties and moving in a circular motion by this time Sybil was moaning and breathing deeply. He had been in the navy for several years visiting various ports and he knew his way round women and what they liked. He continued to do this for some time still kissing her neck and alternatively tweaking her nipples. Sybil stared to buck up and down and he moved her panties to one side and put his finger on the top of her pussy still moving it in a circular manner.

He moved his face to the side and she turned her head and began kissing and tonguing him frantically. This continued for a few minutes, he then pushed two fingers in and began to explore using his thumb to stroke the top of her pussy. This was an ecstasy for Sybil. He was now getting seriously worked up. He moved to the front and unwrapped her dress kissing her legs and stomach. He kissed her again and placed his head between her legs pulling her panties to the side and proceeding to explore her while with his tongue. Licking and probing this went on for some time still using his hands to pull and tweak her rock hard nipples.

He took out his tongue and began to kiss her all the way up to her mouth they frantically kissed and tongued, she tasting her own juices. He stopped and took off his shirt and pants leaving his boxers on she moved her hand to his boxers and pulled out his cock. She felt his hardness, looking down she saw it was about eight inches long by now and two inches wide and was quite surprised having only Charles’s to compare. She moved her hand up and down slowly increasing in rhythm while he was fingering her, he leaned forward and kissed her with his cock resting on her breasts and then moving it up to her mouth w she began to kiss and suck it with greed.

Moving slowly down he kissed her and his cock rested on her pussy she gulped as it was right on the entrance, he stated to kiss and tongue her, she responded frantically as he slipped his cock inside her. She moaned as he moved up and down and from side to side pulling it out and stroking the top of her pussy this she loved and was bucking frantically trying to get his cock inside of her. Opening her legs wide with hands he began to fuck her frantically, they both climaxed shaking and breathing heavily.

He then kissed and asked if she would stay the night, she was tempted by the thought but said no. he got up pulled up his boxers while The uber driver phoned apologizing for the 45 minute delay which was due to an emergency and that he would be there in 15 minutes.

George asked Sybil if they could meet again but Sybil Saw this as being dangerous and did not want to be involve in an affair. She still loved Charles and wasn’t prepared to risk her marriage at this stage in her life. George gave her his number on a card. Which she took but had no intention of keeping.

They kissed and touched each other until the uber driver arrived and then bid their goodbyes.

Sybil arrived home 20 minutes later and was still trembling going over the feelings of ecstasy. She made herself a coffee and cleaned her makeup off, put on her nightie and laid on the bed for a while thinking about how much she enjoyed the sex.

She woke the next morning feeling a bit guilty but smiling to herself for enjoying the whole episode, thinking what she might have been missing these last few years.

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It was five after six by the time Jason left work. He basically ran back to the frat, jumped into the shower, and dressed for the ballgame. He was in his car and reaching in his pocket for his cell when it rang. He answered it, noticing the time as six-twenty-five as he did.

“Jason?”

“Kira, I’m so sorry but work ran over today. I’ll explain later but I’ll be there in three minutes. Can you guys meet me at the curb to save time?”

“Sure.”

“Okay, bye.”

Jason picked up the girls and they were dressed similarly and appropriately for a baseball game. Both had their hair pulled in ponytails through the back of their baseball caps. Tessa’s looked new but Kira’s was an old Yankee’s cap. Kira’s long blonde hair hung down further in the back than Tessa’s brown hair. They each had tight, white tank tops on and Jason’s could make out the outline and darker color of their bras underneath as they climbed into the car. Each had short denim shorts on with hoodies tied around their waists in case the weather got unexpectedly cool. Jason noticed their bodies for it seemed the first time. Both were about five-five but Kira was slightly thinner. Each would be described as slender but Tessa’s breasts were possibly a size bigger, probably between a B and C.

“Hey, you guys,” Jason said hello.

“Hi, Jason,” they echoed in unison as they took their seats, Kira in front and Tessa behind her.

“You look like true baseball fans,” Jason complimented.

“That’s because we are,” Kira replied with a smile.

Jason noticed the pleasing smile and the twinkle of her bright blue eyes. Kira was not gorgeous but at times looked incredibly cute to Jason. Her smile had reminded him of that now.

“Already to go?” he asked turning to address Tessa not to leave her out.

“Absolutely,” Tessa replied.

While Kira said, “We’ve been ready,” hinting at his tardiness.

Jason noticed the softness of Tessa’s brown eyes and was glad she had done away with the glasses for contacts. Her darker complexion was a contrast to Kira’s paler skin. They made a great pair, similar, yet different. Jason smiled at Tessa before turning back. He noticed she had a Met’s cap on. It was possibly an internal rivalry between them which he commented on as they pulled away.

The ride to the game took twenty minutes and they hit a little light traffic getting into the parking lot. The Trenton Thunder was packing the fans in more for the playoffs. The Thunder had lost the first game to the Reddington Redlegs on their home turf. They needed a win today to stay even with them. By the time they reached their seats, the national anthem was playing and the girls removed their caps. Within five minutes of sitting down the first pitch was thrown.

Due to the importance of this game to the Thunder, their ace was on the mound. He had a season ERA of 2.57 and averaged ten strike-outs per game. The leadoff batter for the Redlegs got a single and took second on a bunt by the second batter. The Thunder got the out at first but the Redlegs had a guy in scoring position. The third batter flew out to right but it was deep enough to allow the runner to tag-up and take third. The Redleg’s clean-up batter had been fabulous all year and one of the main reasons they were in the playoffs. He had a 323 batting average and twenty-four homeruns, with 109 RBIs. You could sense the nervousness in the crowd as he came to the plate.

Sean Rogers, the Thunder’s pitcher, seemed to be the only unimpressed person on the field and in the stands. He threw two wicked curves to the Redleg’s batter getting him to swing at the first and barely hold-up on the second which was just outside. Next he got him to chase a high fastball. The next pitch was inside for another ball but moved the batter back from the plate. Sean’s next pitch was a perfect fastball low and over the outside corner. The clean-up batter got nothing but air for strike three and to end the top half of the inning. The crowd erupted and clapped on their feet as the Thunder left the field and came to bat.

Jason ordered everyone a hotdog from one of the vendors and a large soft pretzel. They each had diet sodas too. The Thunder went down one, two, and three in their bottom of the first. The next two innings were scoreless but both teams stranded a man at second. In the top of the fourth, the Redleg’s clean-up batter led off. Sean made a mistake by starting him off with a curve again. This time it hung to long and the clean-up man drove it into the left field bleachers for a homerun. Sean got the other batters out but they were down one. It stayed that way till the bottom of the sixth.

The designated hitter for the Thunder led off the sixth with a double into right-center that ran to the wall. The next batter struck out and the third hit a sky-high pop-up that never made it out of the infield. With two outs it looked like the Thunder might strand another runner in scoring position until the next batter lined a single into left-center. The Redleg’s left fielder did göztepe escort a good job to cut the ball off from going to the wall and held the runner at first with a strong throw to second. However, the Thunder runner at second scored on the hit to tie the game and the crowd erupted with approval.

The Thunder’s ninth spot batter came to the plate. The second baseman, though great defensively, was not a good hitter and his average was just 226. He managed to get the pitch count to 3-1 and Jason told the girls he hoped they walked him. The batter fouled the next pitch off to make it 3-2. Jason was all ready for another strike out when the second baseman hit a grounder right down the third base line. The Redleg’s third baseman dove for the ball but missed it. The ump called it fair. With two outs and full count the runner on first had been running on the pitch. The grounder lost steam in the grass of the outfield and the left fielder had to run a long way to get to the ball. The Thunder’s runner from first scored without a throw and the second baseman made it into a double. The crowd went wild with the 2-1 lead.

“God, I don’t believe it!” Jason yelled.

“Great!” Kira screamed to his left.

“Way to go, Will!” Tessa yelled, referring to the second baseman, Will Torrey.

Jason had turned first to see Kira but she was still jumping up and down. He turned then to look at Tessa. She noticed and practically jumped into his arms in an excited hug. Her slender figure felt great to Jason and her firm breasts pressed into his side. When they broke the hug, he turned once again to Kira. She had noticed the hug with Tessa and either not to be outdone or to show her emotion too, gave him a hug followed by a kiss. It was a fast kiss and their first, but still nice.

The Thunder got a walk to have both second and first occupied before the next batter lined out to center to end the inning. Jason and the girls had hoped to keep the rally going and build a lead but they would have to settle for a 2-1 lead.

It was short lived though as Sean got two outs quickly but then gave up three straight singles. The Redlegs had tied the score and now had first and third as well. The Thunder’s coach pulled Sean Rogers and brought in a relief pitcher. After taking warm-up throws the game restarted. Much to the chagrin of the crowd the reliever promptly gave up another single with the runners going first and third again. Now they were down 3-2 and still the Redlegs threatened more. Fortunately, the next batter flew out to center and they got out of the inning just giving up two runs.

The Thunder failed to score in the bottom of the seventh after the stretch. They managed to get the Redlegs out after allowing two more singles in the top of the eighth. The bottom of the Thunder’s batting order was up again for the eighth inning so Jason commented on that to the girls prompting responses.

“Maybe they’ll do it again,” Tessa proposed referring to the sixth inning.

“I hope so,” Kira added.

“Yeah, I hope so too,” Jason agreed.

It didn’t look like it though, as the first batter just ground out on an easy roller to the second baseman. The next batter drew a hard fought walk after fouling off several pitchers. Will Torrey was again up and Jason commented on the possibility of a double play. They had little time to dwell on that thought though as the Thunder’s manager, probably to avoid the same thing, called for the hit and run play. The batter on first took off on the first pitch and Will Torrey did a fantastic job hitting the ball to the right side of the field. The Redleg’s second baseman had broken for second to cover the steal attempt and the first baseman had been holding the runner on. The resulting hole in the right side of the infield allowed Torrey’s ground ball to roll past everyone into right for a single. The other runner ended up on third. The crowd cheered happily.

Now, with first and third and one out, the crowd was on their feet and hoping for at least a tying score. The Thunder’s manager again shocked everyone, including the Redlegs, by calling for a squeeze play on the first pitch. The Thunder’s lead-off man had been 1 for 2 with a walk on the day and everyone expected he would be hitting away. He laid down a perfect bunt down the first baseline. By the time the pitcher got to the ball, it was too late to go home when he looked there, scoring the runner from third, and the speedy lead-off hitter was safe at first, just beating the throw. The crowd loved that too.

With still just one out and runners on first and second, the Redleg’s skipper decided to make his first pitching change. Their closer was another strong part of the Redlegs team and rumors circled about the Big League potential for the hard throwing short reliever. The Redleg’s manager was taking a chance bringing him in this early with the score knotted at three but he wanted to shut down any further scoring this late in the game by the Thunder.

It bostancı escort looked like a good decision when the next batter struck out. The count quickly ran to 1-2 on the number three batter, who was 0 for 3 on the day. Of the next four pitches, the Thunder’s first baseman fouled off two and took two for balls to run the count to full. The Redleg’s pitching coach came to the mound for a huddle. Jason and the two girls contemplated the discussion as it was going on.

“He’s probably telling him not to walk this guy if he can help it because John Ward is up next,” Jason said, referring to the Thunder’s clean-up batter, whom had had a good year too.

“I think he’s telling him not to give him anything he can drive for a homer,” Kira astutely said.

“No, he wants a ground ball so they can turn the double-play,” Tessa said, surprising Jason and even Kira with her knowledge of the game.

“Wow, good one, Tessa. You too, Kira. I’d love to know what he is telling him,” Jason said as they watched the huddle break up.

“Me too,” Kira agreed.

The next pitch was ninety-five miles-an-hour and slightly high. The Thunder’s first baseman just managed to clip the bottom of the ball and drive it to the backstop for a foul ball. The next pitch was dead center over the middle of the plate and the first baseman drove the fastball down the right field line. The ball hit fair just before the warning track and ricocheted off the wall. The right fielder gave chase and got to the ball fairly quickly. He didn’t have a very strong arm though and the cut-off man took the throw low. He spun around to fire home but it was too late to catch the speedy lead-off batter. The first baseman ended up with a double.

Two runs scored for the Thunder and they went up 5 to 3. The Thunder’s clean-up batter, John Ward was up next with the first baseman still in scoring position. He took the first two pitches for a ball and a strike. The next pitch was a fastball and he hit it hard to right-center but had not gotten all of it. The Redleg’s centerfielder ran the ball down and made a nice catch on the warning track for the third out.

The Thunder brought in their closer for the top of the ninth. He would have to face the middle of the Redleg’s order which had the fans a little nervous despite the two run lead. The first batter lined out to left bringing the Redleg’s clean-up hitter to the plate. He already had one homer on the day. The crowd grew hushed when the pitcher threw him two straight balls trying to get him to chase bad pitches. He had to come over on the next fastball and the batter drove it a long way but foul down the leftfield line.

The crowd got on their feet for the next pitch and cheered loudly. The next pitch was a little outside and the batter tried to check his swing. The catcher appealed to the first base umpire if the batter had gone around. The ump called it a strike which brought the Redleg’s coach out to argue. The crowd booed the coach and yelled at the batter as the coach’s argument fell on deaf ears and he returned to the dugout much to the delight of the fans.

Still on their feet the crowd watched the next pitch just miss inside to run the count to full. The next pitch was outside but just off the plate and the batter fouled it off. The catcher went out to the mound for a conference with the pitcher before the next pitch. It was an inside fastball this time and the clean-off batter hit it off the handle. The bat shattered but managed to pop the ball over the third baseman’s head for a single.

With the tying run coming to bat the crowd grew a little uneasy but cheered loudly too. The designated hitter for the Redlegs was up and swung at the first pitch. He hit a screamer but right to the third baseman. The third baseman caught the ball and noticed the runner on first had started hard for second but then realize the ball was caught. The Redleg’s clean-up batter slipped and fell trying to change his direction and get back to first. He got to his feet and scrambled to first but the throw from the third baseman doubled him up for the final out. The stands erupted in applause and cheers. The Thunder had won 5 to 3.

Kira, Tessa, and Jason jumped up and down with everyone else and cheered. They hugged and both girls kissed him. They stayed to watch the players on the Thunder all high-five themselves on the field before heading into the dugout. The stands were buzzing as the people shuffled out. It took several minutes to find Jason’s car in the madhouse that was now the parking lot. It was another fifteen minutes before they could get out onto the main road. It was still only ten o’clock though.

“Are we just going back to campus?” Kira asked.

“Where did you want to go?” Jason replied.

“I don’t know? Somewhere. I’m too excited from the game to just want to go back home,” Kira continued.

“Me too,” Tessa said.

“Anyone hungry or thirst?” Jason asked.

“Not really,” Kira commented.

“Me tuzla escort neither,” Tessa added.

“Well, I like to watch the airplanes come into Mercer County Airport,” Jason said, “if that appeals to you.”

“Where do you park?” Kira asked.

“There is a great spot right off the runway on one side,” Jason responded.

“Okay. That sound good to you, Tessa?” Kira said.

“Fine,” Tessa answered.

Jason drove to the airport, about fifteen minutes away, as they continued to talk about the game. The next game was Sunday in Reddington and the next home game was Wednesday. Jason asked and both girls were interested in going to that game too. The final, deciding fifth game, would be in Reddington if it went that far. Each team needed two wins now to clench.

Jason pulled into a spot as far from two other cars as he could at the right end of the parking lot. He killed the engine and they sat back to wait for planes and continued to talk baseball. A couple of small planes, out late at night, arrived but it was fifteen minutes before a good sized corporate jet cruised in. It was fun to watch as the wheels touched down not far from where they were parked. Smoke billowed off the braking tires as the plane slowed down the runway.

“Cool,” Kira commented.

“Wow, I’ve never been this close to a landing plane before,” Tessa stated.

“They’re fun to watch,” Jason agreed.

They watched a plane take-off too and then things got kinda quiet for a while. Jason noticed Kira start fidgeting a bit and began to think they wanted to leave.

“Jason?” Kira said.

“Yeah, you want to go?”

“No … I was just curious … I mean … have you brought other girls here before?” Kira asked a little nervously.

“Sure,” Jason replied.

“Just for watching planes?” Kira questioned, but still looked straight ahead.

“Not always,” Jason answered, realizing where she was headed and turning to her.

“What else then,” Kira asked and glanced his way.

Jason felt a little awkward with Tessa behind Kira listening to this whole thing but what the hell he thought. ‘If Kira wants to ask with Tessa here, I’m game,’ he decided.

“It’s a decent make-out spot,” Jason offered. “In fact, I bet that’s what those other cars are doing right now.”

“Is that why you brought us here?” Kira asked.

“Well, no not totally,” Jason started to say.

“Because it’s okay if you did, right Tessa?” Kira said including Tessa which somewhat shocked Jason.

“Sure,” Jason heard Tessa reply surprisingly.

Jason glanced between Kira and Tessa as he answered, “You girls want to get in the back seat?”

“Okay,” Kira said.

“I don’t have to move,” Tessa stated jokingly.

“Okay, then,” Jason said and opened his door.

Seeing Jason do so, Kira opened hers too, but rushed around to the same side as Jason. He opened the back door and got in followed by Kira. Jason got the distinct impression that the girls had thought this through and planned to put him in the middle of the back seat.

When they were settled, Jason slumped down in the middle with his big frame. His head was still even with Kira’s and Tessa’s on either side but his body was more open and his legs were up and parted to fit better. The next couple seconds were like a huge pregnant pause. No one knew what to do next, so Jason decided to take the bull by the horns. He leaned into Kira and kissed her. He kissed her twice and then shifted to do the same thing with Tessa.

‘Good, god, this is wild,’ Jason thought as he felt his dick react.

The prospect of making out with the two of them at once had his libido racing. He switched back to Kira, for three kisses this time, before returning to Tessa for the same amount, trying to keep everything even. On the last kiss with Tessa, Jason felt Kira’s hand on his upper leg. He returned to Kira and during three more kisses with her, he felt Tessa’s hand on his other thigh.

Jason’s cock was pulsing with life at the prospect of fucking these two virgins. Jason tried to tell himself, ‘Be cool, don’t push it too hard,’ but his general lust was taking over quickly.

Returning to Kira, he teased her lips with his tongue as they kissed, resulted in her opening her mouth to him. He moved in and she moaned into the kiss as their tongues teased. Jason felt Tessa’s hand close around his shorts encased cock as it lengthened down his right pant leg. Her hand squeezed lightly making him groan now into Kira’s kiss. He returned to Tessa to introduce his tongue to her too. She had been watching intently the two of them and accepted his tongue right away. Now Kira’s hand pressed low into the vee of his legs, passing firmly over his trapped testicles.

Jason decided not to be outdone and slid both his hands, which had been at his sides, up the front of the girl’s shirts. He passed over their flat bellies and caressed the clothed bottom of their farthest breasts. Tessa moaned into his last kiss before he switched back to Kira. ‘God, this was going better than I could have dreamt it,’ Jason thought.

He kissed Kira and kneaded her left tit as their tongues did battle inside each other’s mouth. Tessa’s hand was growing bolder as it squeezed his cock in different spots. She found the head and Jason nearly gasped into Kira’s kiss when Tessa squeezed that too.

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Step

My girlfriend and her magic fingers

I was home from college and taking it easy for the winter holiday. Nights were spent with my sweetie, movies, dinners and a little smooching. After taking her home I would spend some time with my favorite occupation. Playing with my penis and working up a good orgasm. Life was good.

My father had remarried when I was young and as a result Angus was kind of my mom now. Even though I called her mom most of the time she kind of acted like a big sister or close friend. She thought Step was wonderful and encouraged our romance. One morning at breakfast she asked me if we were being safe. When it dawned on me what she was asking I confessed that we were not doing what she was suggesting. “Oh really, you’re not? Why not? You guys are young. Hormones have to be flowing. Wow, I am surprised. Step is such a lovely girl and seems to be open minded. What is her problem if I might ask?”

When I told mom there wasn’t a problem. We, well actually, I wasn’t ready for it yet. She was ok with my decision and we could wait if that’s what I wanted. Several times Step had kind of hinted that we might do a little more but didn’t push it. Mom seemed a bit shocked but dropped the subject and asked if I was going to help clean the basemen this morning?

After lunch Step was coming over and we had planned a walk in a local park, fast food and then a movie.

I was in the shower when she arrived. Mom hollered up the stairs to hurry up my girl was here and waiting. When I came down Step was blushing and when I asked her if she was feeling ok she acıbadem escort said she was. Mom just added that they were having a little girl to girl talk and when I pressed for more was told to mind my own business. We had a good day and I was beginning to think about maybe it was time to take our relationship a little further. Later that night as normal, I masturbated to the picture of Step in my head.

The next night as we sat by the lake hugging and stuff, she took my hand and placed it on her breast. Oh, it did feel good. Maybe it was time to go a little further but when I tried to reach under her skirt she stopped me, “No Franklin. Not here. Just do what you’re doing.” We spent another fifteen minutes or so just hugging and kissing and me holding that breast. I thought one time she might touch me but her hand just rested on my upper thigh.

Apparently she wasn’t in a hurry either. Or so I thought.

Sunday morning I was still in bed. I had woken up with another erection. I thought that last night’s jerk off session would have taken care of me but there it was, hard and waiting. My boxers were hanging from one ankle and the sheets were down by my feet and one hand was fondling my nut sack in anticipation of what was going to happen next.

Only the next thing was a knock on my door and starting to swing open. I really should learn to lock it. Mom knew no bounds. Only as I pulled up the sheet to hide my excitement it was Step standing there. “Good morning sleepy head. It’s almost noon you promised we would drive up dudullu escort to the vineyards today.”

Then she stopped and stared. The bulge in the sheet may have given me away. “Oh Franklin, I’m sorry…Are you…Umm…needing some more time? Should I just go back downstairs and see your mom?”

She turned to leave and then just as quickly turned back and closed the door. “Let me see it.”

“What.”

“Your penis…I want to see it. I’ve never seen one. A real one I mean. Let me see it.”

I was stammering and not knowing what to do when she took control. With a couple of steps she was at my bed and just like that she pulled the sheet away exposing me in all my glory. “Oh Franklin, that is so wonderful. Can I touch it?”

Before I could answer her thumb and finger were holding me. Kneeling on the edge of the bed she leaned down at looked at me. Her mouth was hanging open and her blue eyes big. As she leaned back and let go she demanded, “Show me how you do it. Masturbate for me. I want to see you doing it. Come on show me.”

Fool that I am, lying her naked with my fully dressed girlfriend watching, I did. Slowly and wondering why was I doing this? It’s insane; I’m masturbating and letting my girlfriend watch.

Until…”Ok now it’s my turn.” She pulled my hand away and took over. This was so much better than me doing it myself. Her soft hand felt so great. Why hadn’t I ever let this happen?

Just as she asked, “Am I doing it right?”

The door opened again. “Oh, sorry, I’ll just leave you two to bağdat caddesi escort it.” Stepping back and closing the door. I could hear her saying, “In the future you should lock your door.”

“That was so cool. My mom would have a fit if she caught me giving some guy a hand job. Could I come over every morning? You know and do this? It will help with my education. I could base my thesis on how to give an orgasm by hand. I am going to do that right? You are going to do that aren’t you? Orgasm I mean. Should I be doing something else? Are you getting close? Help me out here. I’m kind of a novice at this, you’re my first one.”

I was getting into it. My mom popping in kind of slowed me down but Step was getting me close again. But it felt so good I didn’t want it to end too soon. No, I could have enjoyed this for the next several hours. If something didn’t spoil it. The feelings were boiling up inside me.

“Slow down for a bit. Don’t hurry; let me feel every stroke of your hand. Ya, like that. Ever so softly and slowly, this is wonderful. Why did we wait? I’m such an idiot.”

Even at the slower speed I was getting closer and closer. “Now…faster…ya…Like…That…Oh…Here it comes.” I was exploding. Juice was flying ever where. Oh Step. What she did to me. I had died and gone to heaven.

“Please stop. I’m sensitive right now. Give me a few minutes and we can try again. Just let me recover. I wouldn’t want to get in the way of your school project.”

A knock on my door, “If you guys are done for now, anybody want some lunch? Step, Franklin everything ok in there?”

“Yes mom, things are good in here. We’ll be down later. We’ll come down in time for dinner, if that’s ok with you.”

The end

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Leeann was a beautiful brunette. She stood about 5’5″ with baby blue eyes and cute freckles. She had beautiful curves from her big breasts all the way down to her plump ass and thighs. She had just turned 18 and took on a job babysitting for a single father. The single father, Michael was a very handsome man for his age. He was in his mid-fifties and balding slightly. He had light brown hair and green eyes. He was about 5’11” and average build.

Leeann had a beautiful smile that attracted Michael from the git-go. He thought she was incredibly sexy. He had to contain his desires on a daily basis as he knew any sexual contact with her would probably result in the loss of a good babysitter.

One late night Michael came home as Leeann was sitting on the couch. She had on a tight tshirt and tight sweat pants. She stood up immediately to greet him.

“Hey! How was work?” she asked.

“Ha, long and tiring as usual. How’d things go tonight?” he said.

“Oh everything went well, as usual!” she replied.

After a short time Michael could feel his cock beginning to get hard. He casually sat down to hide it. He knew it was wrong but he began to think of a way that he could get Leeann alone some time. He instantly created a plan.

“Are you free this Wednesday? I have to cover someone’s hours at work and I don’t have anyone to watch Johnathan.” said Michael.

“Uhm, sure. What time would you need me here?” Leeann asked.

“Noon.” he replied.

Leeann agreed and went on her way home. Over the next few nights Michael was alone with his thoughts and planning out exactly what would happen. The truth was that Johnathan was going to be sent to his mother’s for a few days and Michael would be alone. But not for long.

Wednesday came around and Michael awoke and got himself ready by showering, shaving and putting on some cologne. He shaved his cock and balls and made sure that everything was in order. He was praying that he’d be blessed with invading Leeann’s tight cunt.

Before he knew it, it was noon. Michael heard a quiet knock on the door and he rushed to answer it.

“Hello!” he said with a big smile.

“Hey Mike! What’s up? How’s Johnny doing?” Leeann asked.

“Uh, well…turns out, Johnathan left for his Mom’s this morning. I completely forgot that it was her day to have him!” he blushed.

“Oh. Well that’s okay.” Leeann said awkwardly as she put her hand on the door.

Michael knew he was about to lose his chance. He put his hand on her shoulder,

“Hey, if you wanted, I’m not doing anything. Would you want to stay for a little bit and watch this new movie that I just bought.” he asked, hoping that she’d say yes.

Reluctantly, Leeann agreed to stay.

“Sure, what movie?” she asked.

“I can’t remember the title.” he said as he merter escort strolled into the living room.

She took a seat on the couch in her gym shorts and cute t-shirt. He could feel his bulge rub against his boxers inside his jeans that suddenly felt so tight. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and motioned toward her to see if she’d like one. She shook her head no and giggled. He entered the living room and sat on the couch next to her. He was so nervous and wasn’t sure how he’d make a move. Her phone vibrated. She had a text. As she closed her phone Michael noticed a photo of Leeann and a boy as her background.

“Is that your boyfriend?” Michael asked curiously.

“Oh, no. Haha, that’s my cousin.” she laughed.

“Oh, I’m surprised.” he said.

“Why’s that?” she began to get nervous.

“Well, you’re a pretty girl, I’m just surprised that you’re not with anyone.” he said kindly.

“Oh, nope. There’s never been anyone worth my time.” she said confidently.

He suddenly asked himself if she were a virgin. He almost had to know.

“So..you’ve never even had sex?” he asked. He knew he was crossing the line.

“…no…” she laughed uncomfortably.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” he replied.

“It’s okay. No big deal.” she smiled. “There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin or anything, it just sucks being the only one of my friends that is.” she said.

“Oh. That’s unfortunate.” he said as he locked eyes with her. He placed his hand on her knee. “There’s nothing wrong with being a virgin. And guys your age don’t know anything about women and how to treat them anyway!” he said, his bulge growing by the moment.

She noticed his member bulging at the zipper of his jeans. She giggled.

“I take it that you know how to treat a woman then?” she asked.

She suddenly felt a little bit anxious and kindof wondered what it’d be like to have a sexual relationship with an older man. Michael couldn’t contain himself any longer. He began to move his hand up Leeann’s thigh.

“In fact, I do know how to treat a woman.” he said as he smiled and leaned in to kiss her neck.

Leeann smiled.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea.” she suddenly pulled away.

“Oh..I’m sorry. I…I wasn’t trying to make you feel uncomfortable…I..I just..I think you’re beautiful…And I can’t help it. I just wanted to…” he stuttered.

Leeann cut him off “you just wanted to what? fuck me?” she asked.

“Oh..oh no. I wouldn’t say that…I’ve just wanted to explore you. And have you explore me. Make love I guess..” he was so nervous.

Leeann cracked a half-smile and leaned back toward him. Michael smiled back and began to kiss her neck again as he slowly moved his hand up her thigh. Leeann could bağcılar escort feel her nipples getting hard and a strange sensation going from her stomach all the way down to her tight virgin cunt. Michael began to lift Leeann’s shirt with his other hand and slowly, he exposed her 32D breasts. He pinched one of her nipples as she let out a quiet moan. Michael smiled devilishly.

“Are you enjoying this?” he asked.

“Mhm.” she quietly moaned.

Michael’s hand was now directly over Leeann’s mound. He began to move his hand up and down along her slit. He could feel her warmth and slight wetness through her shorts. She groaned in pleasure. He was rock hard now. His pants were suffocating his member. Michael stood up and unbuttoned his pants. Leeann’s eyes grew wide.

“Don’t worry.” Michael said reassuringly, “I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to, I’m just giving it some air.” he smiled.

Suddenly Leeann felt more comfortable and took off her shirt and bra the rest of the way. Michael grinned as he leaned down to suck on Leeann’s nipples as he stood in his boxers, his member protruding. She groaned and moaned as he went back and forth between breasts while using his thumb to massage her throbbing clit through her shorts. she was moaning and groaning and grinding her cunt into his hand. Michael knew she was really liking everything. He knelt down as he slowly began to remove her shorts. To his surprise, she wasn’t wearing panties! Michael gasped and smiled at Leeann. He pulled her shorts down farther to reveal a shaved cunt.

“Oh wow!” he said, “you shave!?”

“Yes.” she giggled.

Michael was so surprised. He could feel his cock throbbing. He wanted so badly for Leeann to voluntarily take his cock into her hot, wet mouth. But instead, he decided to take her juicy cunt into his mouth. He moved in slowly, inhaling her sweet scent. He was groaning in anticipation. He slowly inserted one finger into her tight hole. She groaned loudly and ground her hips into him. He grinned as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her virgin cunt. He picked up speed and twisted his finger around before suddenly adding another. She groaned again, this time wincing a little bit.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Mmm, yeah.” she panted.

He knew she wanted more, and he knew he needed to taste her sweet juices. He moved in closer and slowly extended his tongue and slowly slid it across her clit. Leeann let out a loud moan. Michael couldn’t resist. He began flicking his tongue up and down against her clit. She writhed and bucked like mad as he held her legs over his shoulders and buried his face into her cunt. She was moaning and screaming begging him to stop as he relentlessly ate her pussy until she came. He licked halkalı escort up all of her juices and stared up at her. After licking her cunt clean, he slowly kissed from her cunt up to her breasts, to her lips. He passionately kissed her as his cock was bulging into Leeann’s warm and tired cunt. He didn’t want to ask for favors, but he wanted so badly for her to suck his cock. He rolled off of her and sat, lets spread on the couch. He began to rub his cock through his boxers groaning slightly. Leeann’s curiosity led her over to him. She sat there naked and stared at his member. She casually looked up at Michael and he assured her with a silent nod. She began to slowly remove his boxers to expose his 7 inch cock.

“Wow.” she gasped “that’s huge”

Michael just snickered as he guided her hand around his throbbing cock. The touch of her skin against him made him groan. He began guiding her hand up and down his member. Soon, he let go and let her do the rubbing. Her hands were silky smooth and her grip was perfect. She changed speed and could occasionally run her thumb over the tip of his cock. She watched pre-cum seeping out of the tip and suddenly, she yearned for a taste.

“Can I?” she asked as she looked from Michael’s eyes to his cock.

“Of course.” Michael replied, not trying to sound too anxious.

Leeann moved onto the floor and knelt between Michael’s legs. With one hand holding onto his cock, she slowly kissed the tip. The sensation sent shivers down Michael’s spine. He moaned in pleasure. Leeann stuck out her tongue and began to lick slowly from the base to the tip, and slowly flicking her tongue on his tip much like he did to her clit. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold his load much longer. Leeann opened her mouth and slowly took his cock. Inch by inch Leeann consumed his big cock. She couldn’t take it all. But that was fine. She sucked and licked like a pro. Michael couldn’t believe how talented she was with her mouth and hands.

“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Michael panted.

“Nope. I swear.” Leeann giggled as she went back to his cock.

It didn’t take long before Michael knew he was going to blow.

“I’m going to cum any second now.” Michael groaned.

“Should I take it in my mouth?” Leeann asked curiously.

“If you want, yes..” Michael grunted.

Leeann curiously placed her mouth around Michael’s cock again and began to suck and bob her head up and down along his shaft. Within moments he unleashed his load into her hot, wet mouth. Leeann winced a little at the taste but swallowed his entire load. Michael was baffled at how amazing she was at giving a blowjob. For her first one especially.

After Michael had finished and put back on his clothing. Leeann got herself ready and was curious as to what was going to happen now that she and Michael had done something sexual together.

“So…what happens now?” Leeann asked.

“If you’re not busy, you can come over tomorrow.” Michael replied with a big grin.

Leeann smiled and nodded and gave Michael a kiss on the cheek.

“Same time tomorrow?” she asked.

“Same time tomorrow!” he said.

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03) READY, FIRE, AIM

The one where Tara helps Damian with perspective. And manhood.

Damian continues his therapy to recover from his Dominatrix wife’s brutal, traumatizing attack when she demanded a divorce publicly. He’s relearning to build his sense of sexuality and manhood with an unconventional Alt sex therapist.

Oh, I’m struggling. I’m struggling with my feelings.

A tall, tight blonde walks by in her form-fitting gym clothes on the way to another machine and I don’t even know what to think. I just have to pump this iron.

I replay the conversation with Anne yesterday. Reviewing my “date” with Tara was mind-blowing. Tara was able to take away in one brief session so much of the anxiety that I’d been nurturing. It’s been like I was purposely growing weeds in the garden. Yes, Anne can tell me and that talks to my brain. But Tara shows me and that talks to my soul. I learn by doing.

The first thing that shook me in the conversation is when Anne just dropped “PTSD” into the conversation like it was already a given. I’d thought that that was all about returning Vietnam vets, but she explained that trauma is trauma and that’s what I was going through. And then she looked at me intently and told me how many PTSD suffering vets ended their pain the easy way and that’s why she’d taken me so seriously back when I ‘had’ a gun. (She still thinks that’s a past-tense, thankfully, and I tried not to give away my secret with my eyes.) She says it like an apology. I think she’s accepted my deception – that I wasn’t really going to do it. But I may yet.

The TV monitors on the wall of the gym all blare for a moment – apparently, someone accidentally turned on the volume and quickly turned it off.

I related to Anne how I was feeling during the encounter and get to the unfamiliar reaction to Tara’s playful ass-smacks, the feeling of being objectified and ordered, controlled… and that I kinda liked it and found comfort in it. Anne seemed to lean into the conversation more when I said that. She drew it out of me and I confessed to my titillation and curiosity in the ways of domination, swearing her to secrecy. She reassured me that what happened with her stayed with her and then we opened a whole new conversation. I don’t exactly know how she got through that wall with me, but Tara made it possible.

She pointed out that to do her dissertation on aberrant BDSM behaviors, that she needed to learn a lot about healthy ones. And she reassured me that there could be healthy ones. To be honest, that rankled me a little – thinking always about Cassie’s dalliances and how much I feared for our boys. We talked about what was healthy. And my responses.

She went through a long list of questions with me and said that she’d rate me sixty five percent dominant and thirty five percent submissive. Sticking her pen in her mouth she shrugged and said “That makes you a ‘switch'”, but had to explain the term to me. I was really curious why she even did that.

I guess I need to read up on this, I thought.

CLANG! Some lunk grunts and dropped his barbell.

She explained that my submissive side was from my emotional intelligence: that I was in tune with the person I was with and just wanted to make her happy. Then she blew me away by saying that’s what “will” (what? she said “will” like it was a foregone conclusion?) …what will also make me a good dominant.

I protested that I didn’t plan to go into the lifestyle, just understand it and she smiled knowingly. “Damian, you said it yourself. You learn by doing. But at the end of the day, it’s all about choices and you get to make your own.”

“But let’s explore that: you’ve said that before this thing with your wife, you were always a ‘man’s man’ in bed. Describe that.”

There’s a lot of noise as a Zumba class lets out from the exercise room and people are walking down the hall.

“Um… well… taking control. Making her feel protected by someone unconditionally strong. F…fucking her brains out and driving her to orgasms. Taking her like a man does. Making babies.”

“OK, good. But… why?”

That’s a harder question than it sounds. “Because that’s what real men do…?” She looked at me skeptically and it was clear she thought that was a cop-out answer. “OK… because… that’s what women need, right? A feeling of strength and protection. A feeling that they are… stimulating to their man. They need… fuck, I don’t know… they need the role model… An Alpha.”

She took the pen out of her mouth to say, “so… you really acted that way because you thought it was what your wife needed from you…?”

I nodded. That was the right thing to say, wasn’t it? Really, I liked the feeling of doing it for them. I like that they get off: it validates me.

“What did she need?”

That question seemed easy, but again: hard. The more I thought, the more it made me sad. “I don’t know anymore. Something… different, beşiktaş escort maybe?”

“Look, Damian… don’t get me wrong. Your motivations were noble. You were doing it for her. That makes you a helluva guy. Maybe next time, you could to learn how to communicate better about what your next partner really wants and needs. And maybe you could communicate better what you want and need. And to do that, you need to start with communicating to yourself.”

Why does this idiot next to me feel like he has to grunt each time he pulls the weight?

“So, what I’m saying is… maybe macho-man works for some women. Maybe gentle-man works. Maybe sensitive-man works. Maybe… maybe submissive-man works. Maybe dominant-man works. Maybe equal-partner-man works. Or maybe all those guys have to adapt to the situation… what she needs at the time.

“But the important thing goes back to your motivation. You’ve already recognized that you act as you do because you’re trying to meet your partner’s needs. That is so… so… wonderful, Damian. You are the perfect man in this. Maybe it’s just time for you to learn more repertoire in how to do that…?”

So, we tentatively agreed to add light dominance/submission play to my goal list with Tara, but holding it until Anne could teach me more about doing it right. She said it would be good for my recovery: to understand Cassie a bit better will help me toward truly forgive her, freeing me to move on.

She said I’d made great progress with Tara.

I left her office wondering if I would ever be the same man again, still unsure if it was even a thing that I wanted to do… really. But, yeah… I did. I spoke it to the universe and the universe accommodated.

I pack up my stuff, hit the shower and go home.

—

This time, we skip the dinner part and go straight to my place.

“Maybe next time, we’ll do it in the park or something,” Tara teases while awkwardly jumping on one foot trying to get her too-tight jeans off the other one.

When the doorbell rings, she giggles and runs her naked body into the bedroom as I pay the pizza delivery guy with a little extra tip: I am feeling generous.

We eat the pizza, her in the nude chatting away – like her nudity was nothing and we are at a street café somewhere. “I don’t like clothes. They cover the body, but also cover the soul. I am who I am… What you see is what you get and all…” she laughs at her trite repartee and encourages me to try it: “go on, handsome… take off your clothes. I’d love to see you again…”

“Ummmm…” I think awkwardly. After being conditioned conservatively for years by having kids in the house, it felt unnatural to be natural. “Okay, I’m game. You’ve seen it all anyway” as I strip and ultimately pull down my underwear, I remember she hasn’t actually seen it all, but she’s seeing it now: in all its raging glory.

She whistles and asks if she can touch it. I gird myself and nod. She reaches and touches it, gently, reverently. Then she bends over and gives it the gentlest of kisses.

I imagine myself exploding on her face… but that only happens in porn.

She thanks me, whistles again and says, “now, that’s what I’m talking about. When I call you my ‘big boy.'” She turns her head a little to the side and points coquettishly “that’s what I’m talkin’ about.” Then, like a dog distracted by a squirrel, her attention snaps and she devours the pizza on her plate as if she’d been discussing the weather. She’s such a contradiction of on and off. Hot and cold. Invested and detached. Animal and witty intellectual. And I find all of that a major turn-on. We finish and she hands me the massage oil and drags me to the bedroom. “Now you do me. I’ve been looking forward to this all weekend.”

I don’t know what I expected when Anne told me I’d be seeing a sex surrogate, but this was not it. I liked it, but it wasn’t at all what I expected.

She flops on my bed face-down like a child flops in a pool and giggles “do me!”

I laugh and she laughs back. I guess I still expected something more reserved and subdued, but I realize she is very intuitive. She reads me like a book, finds the chapter on “how to break walls” then executes it flawlessly. I’m ensnared.

I start working her shoulders, conscious and slightly embarrassed of my hard-on bouncing off her back. I ask her to give me feedback about what works for her – harder, softer, faster? Just asking the question makes her say “awwww” and moan in delight about how thoughtful I am… she says she likes it slow and very, very deep. I’m afraid I’ll hurt her, but somehow feel good and macho about showing her, also, that I can be strong and make her like it. Maybe that’s the dominant in me. (Why am I thinking in these terms?!?!) We chat idly and she moans a lot as I move down her back.

Then she says it.

“That bitch Cassie has to be crying for what she lost.”

BOOM! etiler escort My thoughts explode. I stop. Breathe. Carefully and in a controlled monotone, I say “She’s not a bitch.”

I still feel in my primal heart that I have to defend my mate. But she’s not my wife. My wife is gone. And she is a bitch. But she’s really that sweet girl I married and… AAAARRRGH! I start shaking, suddenly feeling vulnerable and like I want to cry. I’m embarrassed that I reacted over such a small thing as if I were a soldier when a hand grenade went off nearby. I get up and sit on the edge of the bed. Tara asks if she can hold me: I think she realizes she said the wrong thing; or maybe it was the right thing and she intended this, I don’t know. Maybe I had to confront it. Maybe it was too early. But. I give Tara permission and she holds me from behind. My erection is gone. There I am again: emasculated. She apologizes and asks me if I want to talk about it. I can’t find the words, so I just say “No. No thanks.”

The mood is shot. After a few minutes, I sigh and look at her over my shoulder apologetically. We both know it’s ruined. As I’m putting my gym shorts on, I feel guilty that I gave her only the start of a backrub and ask halfheartedly if she wants me to finish. But neither of us has heart in it so we don’t.

On her way out, she apologizes again, hugs me and kisses my cheek. She doesn’t feel obligated to give me the attachment lecture tonight, since it’s really clear. So, she leaves, encouraging me to talk to Anne. It strikes me hard that they’re doing a team therapy, so she’ll probably call Anne in the morning to tell her what happened and they’ll be talking about me behind my back. Like everyone. It makes me feel exposed and little again.

I pull the key to the safe from out of my pocket…

—

“Yeah, Damian… I was debating against myself about starting this therapy so early in your recovery. You need to put your wife behind you to move on and clearly you haven’t.”

I’m staring at that damn yellow water spot on the ceiling. I feel so defeated that I’ve let myself lie down on the couch. Now I’m the cliché.

We talk about my feelings… not my strongest conversation area, but it flows smoothly. We talk about unresolved feelings and the dichotomy of loving and hating Cassie at the same time. And how I’m weirdly impressed and phenomenally disappointed and… was that a trichotomy of feelings? A quadchotomy? I could go on. I laugh to myself: a googlechotomy.

We talk about the boys. I truly think Anne is almost as concerned for them as I am. They really are devastated that we’ve broken apart, but without Cynthia coming over anymore, they are no longer projecting the sense of betrayal they feel on my behalf; I think they’re still convinced that I left their mother because of something she did and they feel like Cynthia was a part of that something. We both are telling them it’s all stuff that is between us, and doesn’t affect our love for them: they have loving parents who care about them. I do everything I can to make sure they don’t hate Cassie: they need the reassurance that they have a healthy mother… err… even if she’s not.

Anne also arranges for me to attend a “group therapy” session for the victims of cheating and abusive spouses. Ironically, I wonder if I’m going to see Cassie there: what was my cheating compared to her BDSM cheating and abuse? Anne reassures me that I don’t have to say anything there, but just knowing I’m not alone will be helpful.

Then the conversation turns back to Tara. Anne and I agree that I should keep trying with her and play it out at least one more time. I make my next appointment with Anne for Monday and she says she’ll take care of scheduling the next appointment with Tara the Sunday before.

I leave the office feeling a tad bit better; I’m trying to put the difference between how I was before and after Tara’s visit into perspective. Really, not that much had happened for it to swing my mood so hard. Objectively, nothing has changed between me and Tara. Man up, Damian. What is wrong with me?

Anne calls me later and surprises me by explaining that I was going to start my next session with Tara at my gym. I was to play her “personal trainer.” That’s unique; is it roleplaying?

I’m thinking about it, then, as I’m going into the elevator at work, my cellphone chimes and I look at messages.

Oh, god… there it is. I’ve been praying for and dreading this text for three months.

It’s from Cassie. “I’d like to talk. Can we please meet for coffee or something?”

One part of my brain is screaming “finally!” and another is screaming “FUCK, no!” But I have to put that war on truce as the elevator door opens. I’m feeling more confident at work finally: a little more in control. I can’t let Cass’s ghost follow me off the elevator and sabotage me. Again. So, I tuck that away back beyoğlu escort in my brain somewhere, blow it off and resolve for a good day. I pound through the work and by redoubling my attention I accomplish a lot and really do some things to help motivate my team. I finish the day feeling good about what I did and let Cassie’s message stay archived in the back of my brain. I grab a couple drinks on the way home and crash.

I awaken Saturday morning to another message from Cass… “please don’t ghost me. It’s important that we talk.” I slam a fast, sharp reply into the phone but hesitate before I hit ‘send.’ The end of a relationship is like the beginning… every word you say matters so I need to consider my reply. About ten minutes later, she amends “To be clearer… I need to talk. I want to talk.”

Shit. Delay delay delay. I don’t know how to respond before I talk to Anne. When did I lose all my confidence? “Hi, Cassie. Was working hard yesterday… sorry. Give me a couple days to get my head together about this, OK?”

Then she replies like the consummate therapist I knew. “That’s fine. Take the time you need. I’m here and ready to talk when you are.”

This is Cassie’s weekend with the boys. Saturday is usually my gym day, but I decide to wait so I can work out on Sunday when Tara does. I laugh to myself; I’m not really trained as a personal trainer, but, heck, why not? So, I spend the day shopping, of all things. I’m lost. I’m looking for something, anything, that I can put in my apartment that’s all me. A statement. Something new. I want nothing with memories of my shattered relationship with my damn wife. I envision a grand statement of a centerpiece for the table, a flowing abstract sculpture for the shelves, an exotic piece of furniture or a wall hanging that just cries out “masculine world: females beware!” Something that gives the place a more personal touch.

After the whole day shopping, I finally get a coffee mug. It’s my favorite shade of blue.

At least I got something.

I go home too depressed to even drink. I turn on the TV, but don’t turn up the sound. I open my laptop and search for porn… but there’s nothing there that does anything for me. Limp dick city. I search out BDSM porn with guys whipping women, find one and try to imagine that that’s me and Cassie: but the faces blur and it becomes Cassie whipping me; I slam the laptop shut and go make myself a protein shake with a shot of whiskey.

I grab the key and get ready for bed. Maybe I just get it over with tonight. Fuck.

—

Sunday comes and weirdly, I feel good about it. Energized. I can do this! I’m supposed to meet Tara at 11:00. I get on my running gear and pound a couple laps around the park, go home and shower, then off to the gym. I put on my best gym clothes – and a sleeveless shirt because it looks good on me. Shows the guns: the other ones. I’m feeling good!

As I go to the gym, I hear that schoolboy voice in my head… something about getting laid. With an effort I try to stop the many dissenting voices and let my mood carry me.

Tara shows up a couple minutes late, clearly out of her element. She’s wearing a pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt without a bra. A little sweat and she’s going to regret that choice: or, heck, nudist that she is, maybe not.

I hug her for a minute, until it all feels okay again. She hugs me in a sensuous way: virtually melting her soft body into mine and holding me way too long. I sign her in and show her around. I ask her what she ate for breakfast and give her advice on a better pre-workout meal, promising her a pile of protein after our workout.

I show her how to use the machines as we go. Somewhere in the mean part of my brain, I scoff momentarily at the tiny numbers she’s pushing, but I have to hand it to her that she’s really putting in the effort.

There’s something beautiful about her strain. And the way her pierced nipples shape her t-shirt. I can’t help feeling like I’m seeing a new kind of beauty here: one I’ve never fully appreciated. First, I didn’t need to concern myself with other body types for sixteen years. Cassie was mine and I was hers and she stayed pretty fit for me. That was great! Then I was with Lily and she’s got that hot young hard bod going on. Now I’ve spent three months in the gym looking at hard bodies walking by. Tara is a complete change from anything that ever even started to represent lust for me. But still, the little brain thought for the big one and started to point the way. She was attractive! In a new and exciting way.

Ironically, Tara rests between reps on the abs machine and takes that moment to point out a hard-bodied gymnast-type in tight colorful spandex; she whispers to me that the girl was checking me out when my back was to her. Then she sits up and points to a girl in yellow and says “she was too.” And then she points to the MILFS on the treadmills “and them.

“It really turns me on that they want you but I have you” and she winks at me and bites her lower lip hopefully.

My heart swells… and my little buddy too. I smile back. Then she gets back to work until I slow her down a couple machines later, admonishing her not to push it too hard all at once. We do stretching exercises, then head back to the locker rooms.

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“Andrew, I have a little job for you.”

Fear inspiring words those, especially when coming from your mother.

“Yes?” I said, drawing the word out to let her know I was both reluctant and suspicious.

“Don’t worry,” mother said cheerfully. “It’s right up your alley. It’s about computers.

“Go on,” I said, feeling even more dubious about it.

“Muriel’s daughter, you remember Natalie, such a sweet girl. She’s in college now and doing quite well. Quite a bright young thing. She just needs a minor bit of help about computers. I told Muriel you’d be only too pleased to assist her. You know all about computers and can tell her everything she needs to know.”

“Natalie,” I said thoughtfully. “Ah, the Natalie I remember, while as you say, quite bright in some areas, was what I would call technically challenged. I mean, she needed instructions on how to open a door. Anything more intricate than a door handle was foreign territory to her.”

“That’s a bit unfair,” mother said huffily. “That door handle was a tricky one. Anyway, she has to write an assignment on how computers operate and I promised Muriel you’d help.”

I wanted to ask what was tricky about turning a knob properly but thought it wiser not to. It appeared that I was going to be giving Natalie a hand no matter what I said.

“OK. When can I expect her? How old is she now? Do I prepare material for a middle grade or a senior?”

“Nearly nineteen, now. Um, I’ve arranged for you to drop by Muriel’s place Saturday afternoon about two.”

Why, thank you, mother. I do enjoy my Saturdays being scheduled for me. It’s not as though I would be using them for my own purposes.

So at two o’clock on a Saturday afternoon I was knocking on Muriel’s door so I could advise Natalie about computers.

“If that’s you, Andy, come on in. I’m in the kitchen. If it’s not Andy, go away, I’m busy.”

The voice was softer and a lot more charming than the booming foghorn I’d heard Muriel use so I was guessing that the speaker was Natalie and she was inviting me in. I entered and wander towards the back of the house where I assumed the kitchen was. I stepped into the kitchen and there was Natalie.

There was a clunk as my jaw dropped and hit the floor. Accompanying the clunk was a choking sound and a thump. The choking sound was caused by me swallowing my tongue. The thump was also me, hitting my chest in the hope that I could restart a heart that had just seized up. If you’re thinking I’d just received a shock you’d be right.

Natalie was standing in the middle of the kitchen, facing me, totally and gloriously naked. I mean as bare as a new born babe. She was blonde, which was something I hadn’t remembered about her, and a natural blonde at that. This was demonstrated by the cute little arrow that pointed the way to glory. Full breasted I think is the term to describe women like her. Her breasts stood out proudly. Not an over-abundance but certainly enough for any red-blooded man, and my blood was feeling redder by the second.

“I’m sorry you got dragged out like this, Andy,” Natalie was saying. “It wasn’t my idea, I assure you. My mother and yours got a bee in their respective bonnets just because I was having a few problems with this assignment. Ah, are you all right?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” I managed to say. “I was just a bit surprised, is all.”

“Why?” she asked and then must have seen my eyes running over her. She looked down at herself and burst out giggling.

“Oh, how silly of me,” she giggled. “You must think I’m a right idiot. I completely forgot that with mother out of the house I took the chance to go au natural for a while and I completely forgot to get dressed again. It drives her wild when I run around like this.”

“I can’t see why,” I said cautiously. “I think you look marvellous. No need to get dressed on my behalf.”

“Oh, really? Mother always says it would upset anyone who visited. I couldn’t see why, myself.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I told her. “Ah, about this assignment. Do you have to write up about the software or the hardware?”

Natalie looked sefaköy escort blank. “Um, it’s about computers,” she said carefully.

Yep. Still technically challenged.

“How about you let me see what the assignment requirements are and then I can explain what I can do to help you meet those requirements?”

“Right,” she said. “Come on through.”

She brushed past me and wandered off down the hall with me following her swishing bottom as though fastened to it by a leash. She turned into her bedroom, of all places, and sat down at a desk, indicating I should sit next to her. She had a laptop there and she turned it on and found the assignment.

As far as I was concerned it was a nothing assignment. I showed Natalie where to look up the information on her own PC, making her take notes so she could find her way back to those places unaided. I helped her identify just what the various components of the computer were and what they did, again making sure she took notes as she went.

By the time I’d finished she both understood the assignment and knew what to put in it. How well she expressed herself was her problem. Actually doing the assignment for her was another thing entirely. Not my job.

If you think the whole thing was easy let me remind you that she was sitting next to me stark staring naked. She’d bounce lightly in her seat and her breasts would bounce along, continuing to bounce after she’d stopped. She’d twist from side to side and her breasts would sway in a similar manner. It was an interesting experience.

“I think you now have enough to finish your assignment. Yes?”

“Yes,” agreed Natalie, sounding very pleased. “Thank you. You’ve made it all a lot simpler.”

“Glad to have helped,” I said, rising to my feet and stretching.

I held out a hand and helped Natalie to her feet. She stood in front of me, at first smiling happily, then looking puzzled.

“Ah, what are you doing?” she asked.

I’d have though it pretty obvious myself. I was holding her breasts, stroking them, getting to know them.

“It’s called petting or foreplay,” I told her. “It’s the sort of thing men do when they’re about to have sex with a woman.”

“Oh,” she said, thinking about it.

“Wait a minute,” she continued after thinking. “Are you saying you want to have sex with me?”

“Not exactly. What I was hinting is that I am going to have sex with you. To be blunt, I’m going to lay you on your bed and fuck you ragged, if you’ll excuse the crudity of the language.”

One of my hands deserted the breast it had been fondling and went downstairs, closing over her pussy and starting a massage.

“H-Hey, just back up a minute there. What on earth makes you think I’m going to let you do any such thing? Are you crazy?”

“Natalie, you’re naked. In your bedroom. With a man. No-one else home. If you add all these things together what do you come up with?”

“Um, you leaving?”

“Not exactly. I was thinking it adds up to you lying on the bed waiting for me to demonstrate my amazing masculinity?”

“You have to have the amazing masculinity before you can show it,” Natalie grumbled. “This is just not on. I don’t do this sort of thing. Not with you, not with anyone.”

“Are you hinting that you may be a virgin?” I asked, curious. “If so, where did you get the nerve to strip off in front of me?”

“No, I haven’t had sex with anyone. I didn’t strip off in front of you. I was already undressed before you came.”

“But why, if you weren’t expecting at least a pass?”

“I’m allowed to be naked if I want to be. I often wander around the house naked.”

“In front of men?”

“Well, no. Mother would go spare if I did that.”

“So would the men, I assure you. So why was I so lucky as to get a perfect full frontal?”

“I forgot you were coming and when you arrived I forgot I wasn’t dressed. When I remembered you said it didn’t matter so I didn’t bother getting dressed again. It’s not fair to blame me now.”

“Who’s blaming?” I asked with a grin. “I’m quite grateful. beykent escort I’m also going to take full advantage of an interesting situation.”

The entire time we were, ah, discussing the situation, I had been stroking and playing with her. My hands had caressed breasts, mound and bottom, feeling her reactions. She was flushed and breathing hard, nipples erect. She hadn’t made any attempt to push my hands away or to step back out of reach. She may have felt she had to express reluctance but she was more than ready for things to progress.

I took a step back and unzipped, bringing my offering out into the light. If we were going to play it seemed only fair that she see what she’d be playing with. She looked down at my erection and blinked, and there was an odd look on her face.

“My god,” she said softly. “You’re serious. You really intend to make love to me.”

What the hell had I just been saying? I’d been playing with her breasts and stroking her lips and she thought I was kidding?

“You don’t seriously mean to tell me that you thought I was just pretending, do you?” I asked her.

“Well, yes,” she admitted. “No-one has ever wanted to make love to me before.”

“Natalie, you’re kidding yourself. Nine out of ten men who see you want to drag you off to bed. The tenth man is either too old or gay. And if they saw you standing in front of them like that the old man would find he’s young enough and the gay man would admit that maybe he should experiment more.”

She looked at me, shaking her head slightly as though trying to deny it, saying, “But,” but not having anything else to say.

“You seem a little surprised over this. Don’t worry. I will demonstrate how serious I am.”

I took hold of her arm and eased her over to and then onto the bed. She could not be that innocent and naïve, I was telling myself, but she still seemed to have doubts.

I persuaded her to lie down properly, slipping a hand between her knees and easing her legs well apart. That done my hands started wandering again. I also kissed her lightly, encouraging her to respond. Once she did I started trailing my lips across her face and down onto her breasts. While I nuzzled her breasts and nibble on tasty pieces my fingers were exploring. My sense of touch confirmed that yes, she was a virgin, and yes, she was warm and wet and ready.

“OK,” I told her. “Just relax and watch. You’ll find you get the idea pretty quickly.” She was certainly going to get my cock pretty quickly.

Kneeling between her thighs I brushed the head of my erection back and forth along her slit. She could feel me rubbing against her lips and her breath was coming quicker. When I stopped brushing and started pressing she actually stopped breathing for a second. Then she started up with a rush.

“Wait a minute,” she said quickly. “You’re not really going to try to put that thing inside me, are you? You are! Oh my goodness I don’t believe this. This has never happened before.”

“Not to you, maybe,” I interrupted, “but I assure you it’s happened to an awful lot of other women. I can also assure you that this won’t be the last time it happens to you.”

She kept on talking while I pushed steadily into her. The only time her voice faltered was when her cherry fell by the wayside, this causing her to gasp, followed immediately by a horrified exclamation that I’d just broken her cherry, something that I already knew.

I didn’t delay with that initial thrust but I didn’t rush it either. I drove home smoothly, giving her time to adjust to the feeling of me inside her, accompanied by a running commentary the whole way as she talked herself into believing what was happening. Don’t ask me. I’d have thought having a cock inserted would be self-explanatory, but not according to Natalie. She had to convince herself.

With my cock fully extended, shall we say, my hands sought and found her breasts, closing over them, accepting the lovely treasures gratefully.

“Tell me, Natalie,” I said, “now that we’ve gone this far do you know how to continue?”

“I’m kayaşehir escort not an idiot,” she said hotly. “What makes you think I wouldn’t know?”

“Ah, your incredible naiveté, perhaps?” I suggest, “Well?”

She glared at me for a minute, eyes hot, and then she seemed to relax. Well, as much as she could relax with a man on top of her, and in her, and playing with her breasts.

“Not really,” she admitted. “Theoretical only. Virgin, remember?”

“Ex-virgin,” I murmured, and went on to explain what I’d be doing and what she might like to do in response. No compulsion. Only if she felt it appropriate.

Theory complete I proceeded with the practical application, pulling back a little and pushing back home, just enough of a stroke for her to get a feel for it. After that I built on it, pulling back a little more and encouraging her to meet me when I drove in. She was rather tentative about it at first but she very quickly got into the swing of it.

It wasn’t long and I was pulling almost all the way out and returning with some vigour, Natalie meeting me and showing just as much vim and verve as she pushed up against me. I was having a fine time and from the way Natalie was carrying on she wasn’t doing too badly either. I made a note that if I was ever in a position to play with Natalie in the future I’d bring a gag with me.

She talked. She described what I was doing and how it felt. She told me what she was doing, as if I didn’t know, being on the receiving end. She talked about what we were doing, wondered why I had the nerve to do this to her, wondered why she had never done it before, and wondered if I was going to do it again sometime.

It wasn’t until I picked up a little extra speed that her voice finally died away, the effort of keeping up with me leaving her with insufficient breath to talk. That didn’t mean she was silent. She gave a lusty little cry every time I drove home, interspersed with cries of yes, ah, more.

The way Natalie was acting I didn’t worry about whether she was going to climax or not. The only question was when. I was hot to trot and felt I could keep going for a while. She, on the other hand, was ripe to explode, and I figured it could happen at any moment.

I wasn’t wrong there. One thrust too many and she went up in flames. Very noisy flames, too, as she was shrieking like crazy as her orgasm burned through her. I simply slowed a little while she went through it, waiting for her to finish. As soon as she started to calm down I resumed my fun and games, driving in hard and fast.

Natalie was all confused by the fact that I was still going. Trusting in the fact that if a woman has multiple orgasms then the second is normally better than the first I told her not to worry. That sort of thing was normal and just the appetizer and she had to keep bouncing.

She looked rather startled at that but was very quickly back with the action, giving her best as I kept my rhythm going nice and fast. This time when it looked as though she was almost ready I was perfectly ready to let rip. I really started pounding into her, almost bouncing her clear off the bed I was coming in so hard. She only needed a little of this and she climaxed again, with the same godawful scream, while I let go with just a humble groan of relief.

We lay on the bed for a few minutes, getting ourselves together again. Then I was up and zipping up, suggesting she might like a quick shower. I lingered for a short while, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom, wanting to make sure she was OK and not having guilty thoughts now that it was over.

Fat chance of that. She came bouncing out of the bathroom, all bright and glowing and naked. Not even a towel. I’d have dragged her straight back to the bedroom but wasn’t sure if I’d be able to manage. Reluctantly I allowed her to escort me to the front door. I gave her a quick kiss and departed.

I was halfway down her path when a delivery truck pulled up and this guy gets out. He grabs this parcel and offered it to me for a signature. I shook my head and told him I was just a visitor so he barrelled on past and rang the doorbell. I waited, curious.

The door opened and the delivery guy spoke.

“Afternoon,” he said, “I – Holy shit, I, ah, that is, signature.”

A few seconds later he came tottering past, looking stunned. I will guarantee that any deliveries to Natalie’s place, that guy will insist on delivering them.

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Yesterday started like a normal day. I went to work talked to Sir & hubby off & on all day. Left work & headed home.

Once home hubby asked if I was hungry, like normal I said I wasn’t. Next thing out of hubbys mouth was him telling me to take a shower. What! Wait a min! He never asks me to shower. I ask if I smell or something. He states we’re going to see Daddy. I tell hubby to stop fucking with me. Earlier in the day Daddy said he was still in Texas. Hubby shows me the few text msgs he had with Daddy but Daddy keeps playing he is in Texas.

Hubby drives me to meet Daddy. The whole drive we talk off & on. My mind races with all kinds of thoughts. Daddy is also texting making sure I’m doing ok, what I am thinking. I worry about my Inspection, did I triple check that I took care of everything he had stated in his story.

Daddy asks how much longer till we get to the meeting place that was agreed upon.

We arrive at a private gated park. There are already a couple of trucks parked. I look at Hubby wondering why there are 2 trucks already there parked. Within a few moments a black suburban with jet black tint pulls up. A tall broad shoulder man steps out of the suburban and starts walk to my car. I look at hubby, he grins & says I’m in trouble now. It’s Daddy I’m quite amazed that his pictures don’t do him justice. He states he needs to find the people that own the trucks parked & get them çapa escort to leave. This only takes a few mins. The boys who have the trucks see the black suburban & return to their trucks to leave. They were fishing.

Once again Daddy comes to my side of my car to act like we were also not supposed to be there either but sticks his in the window to hubby that he’s opening the gate. Instructs us to follow the road all the way down the road to the end. Daddy will be there shortly. He then slips his hand in my dress to feel my breast & nipple.

We all park at the end of the road. Before hubby can get out of the car, Daddy has my car door open and helping me out. I stand before Daddy. I feel so little compared to Him. Daddy is so much taller than me & amazingly handsome. He hugs & kisses me deeply as I feel his tongue in my mouth.

He leads hubby & I to the end of a path to a pavilion where there are some park benches.

When we arrive at the benches Dady wants to see & inspects me. He tells me to stand in-front of him with my back towards & to lift my dress. He’s making sure I wore the panties he instructed. I’m asked what my punishment number is. I answer 8 Sir! Daddy instructs me to bend over placing my hands on the bench before me. He asks if I am prepared for my punishment, which is 8 spankings on my ass. I feel & hear his hand spank my ass cheek, fatih escort I gasp then another one. Crack is all I hear. With every spanking he rubs my ass cheek taking the sting of the slap away. He growls asking what number he is on, I state 2 Sir. Sir begins with 3,4 & 5. Once again he growls asking what number is he on. I say 5 but I think it’s 4. At this point I could give to shits about the number. I just want Daddy to spank me more. I was so afraid of him spanking me all week. Now after receiving 8, I just want to be bound & blindfolded for him to spank me more.

At this point I’m puddy, I just want to feel him finger my pussy, I want to taste his hard cock & want him to fuck me in cunt or ass. Preferably both.

As the visit goes on Daddy reminds me of the punishment for shaving without asking. He asks if slapping my cunt will be the correct punishment & I answer yes. Each slap brings pain but also makes me wet.

I am loosing the order things happen now. I have had Daddy’s hard cock fucking my mouth & told several times to watch my teeth. Though at no point being told that, did I think I ever did. I was grateful that Daddy didn’t slap my face for that either. He had every right to punish me for it.

Several times I lost my grip on the park bench as Daddy fucked my cunt & ass. His thrusts caused me to lose my balance and I would go down fındıkzade escort to my knees, causing Daddy to collapse on me. The shame I felt for this was awful & if Daddy felt I should be punished I would have fully accepted it.

Daddy was so kind. Making me sit &!calming my breathing. He made sure that I was ok before we started again. His hugs were amazing like a giant teddy bear just holding me.

Daddy played me like a fiddle he knew each string to pull to make my body react like he wanted it to. I have never had that many orgasms it that short of a time. I’ve been asked throughout my life if I was a gusher or a squirter. I always would say I was more of a gusher. Well I guess I’m a squirter cause that’s what Daddy caused multiple times.

I knew that it was getting late. What I thought was an hour was going onto 2 hrs. I knew Daddy had not cummed & before I left I owed him that. I started to play with his cock massaging it to get hard. Daddy warned he was going to fuck my month again if I got it hard. I didn’t stop & ended up taking his hard cock in my mouth as he shoved the tip of his cock to the back of my throat. He growled for me to stand up quickly, turn my backside towards him & bend over. I felt him shove his hard cock in my already swollen pussy. Daddy thrusted his cock harder and faster against me. I heard him ask if was ready for him to release his warm cum in my swollen pussy. I told Daddy I needed his cum to fill my cunt. He released inside me.

As soon as he pulled out of me, I turned and took he cock in my mouth tasting our fluids. I sucked Daddys cock dry and continued to suck just the end of his cock knowing how sensitive it is. Daddy growled for me to stop. I tried again & was told No.

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