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I was feeling frustrated. Why? Who knows? It was just a case of severe frustration giving me the heebie jeebies and making me want to run around looking for a kitten to kick. Not a dog. They might bite and I wanted to attack something defenceless. And I was horny. Not that that is anything new. A natural state of affairs for any man.

It was a nice day, so I decided I’d go out and run off all my frustrations and horniness, working up a good sweat. Accordingly I put on my running things and headed down to the local park.

I suppose I shouldn’t really call it a park. It was a nature reserve, and there were several square miles of it. Parts of it consisted of parkland, but not much. Ninety percent was natural vegetation with walking tracks and a couple of bike tracks. Pedestrians were supposed to keep off the bike tracks and any cyclist on a pedestrian path was liable to suffer injury when they were pushed into the nearest bush.

There were a number of jogging tracks. Three or four were in common usage, but there were another half dozen minor tracks that just meandered through the bush. It was all that meandering that made them unpopular with runners and joggers. They like long straight stretches with few bends. A path that seemed to switch direction every dozen yards didn’t make for a good run.

So here I am trotting down a path, just starting to work up a sweat. And there she was, jogging towards me, a sweet young thing with a tight top that totally failed to control her breasts. She had a terrible case of boob-bounce. I was watching them so hard I damn near jogged into a tree when she passed. I’ll just bet that her breasts would continue to bounce for a good five minutes after she stopped running.

On I went, my horniness index higher than when I started, thanks to that young woman. Jogging along and I overtake another sweet young thing. Why the hell are they all out jogging this morning? Why aren’t they at home, in bed, taking care of their man?

Overtaking a pretty little jogger is worse than just passing one going the other way. Going the other way you’re distracted for a few seconds by the pretty girl (and the boobs) but then you pass each other and you continue on your way, smiling. Overtaking means that you’re trotting up from behind and you’ll be behind her for a while. That means, in this particular case, that I was trotting along behind a teenager wearing tight shorts. Very tight and very short. And her bottom wobbled. There was a real lilt to the way her buttocks rolled around inside those shorts.

That natural sway of the woman’s bottom prevented me passing her. I just automatically slowed down to appreciate the view. Unsurprisingly, this did nothing to help my general state of frustration and horniness.

I gave up on the running. The path I was on forked and I headed down the little used path, slowing to a stroll and enjoying nature. All escort tesettürlü was calm and peaceful, just the calling of the birds breaking the quiet.

I was starting to relax while strolling down the path. I suppose I must have walked for a good five minutes, getting deeper and deeper into the reserve. (There was no chance of getting lost. They had little signs every time two tracks crossed, indicating the nearest exit.)

Then I heard feet slapping the ground and the next thing I knew a young woman was jogging up from behind. She was about twenty five and quite pretty. She pulled up level with me and was almost jogging on the spot as she started to chatter.

“You’re not going to keep fit just strolling along like that,” she said rather derisively. “You need to run.”

Why are these fitness fanatics always urging other people to run? I’ll run when I want to and casually stroll when I want to. Right now, casual strolling fitted my requirements.

“I’ve been running,” I pointed out. “I was trying to run off excess energy but it wasn’t working. Now I’m relaxing.”

“If you’re trying to work of excess energy maybe you should try a different type of exercise. Tai Chi, for instance.”

Yeah, right. I’m going to prance around doing formal Asian dance moves. I knew the type of exercise I wanted and Tai Chi wasn’t it.

“I suppose you also do Tai Chi as well as running?”

“It’s very healthy,” she said, nodding to indicate that she did do it. “It really helps your fitness.”

“I’ll pass. I must admit that there is another type of exercise I want. How about you drop your shorts and I’ll indulge?”

She went red and glared at me.

“I was only trying to be friendly,” she snapped. “There’s no need to be rude.”

She was about to jog off but I reached out and hooked a finger over her shorts, stopping her. She tried to pull away but I managed to flick open the button. I gave a little tug and her shorts slid down over her bottom. So did her panties, with just a little help.

“I wasn’t being rude,” I said. “I was making an offer. I think I really need some exercise.”

She was protesting and blushing and grabbing at her shorts. I was fending her arms off so she couldn’t get at them and also lifting her top. I managed to push that up over her bra and then pushed the bra up so her breasts popped out.

She was still wriggling and glaring at me, telling me to cease and desist or she’d scream.

I let her go and started undoing my own shorts. She promptly bent down to grab her shorts to pull them up.

“Stop it. Don’t do that,” I said, speaking firmly.

She looked at me, startled.

“What do you mean, don’t do it?” she asked, hands clutching her shorts.

“If you pull them up, how am I supposed to get my exercise?” I asked, pushing my own shorts and undies down. istanbul escort girls “You can see I’m badly in need of it.”

That was true. My general level of horniness would have guaranteed an erection without her body being on display. Seeing that it was, well. . .

“Do you seriously think that I’m going to let you have sex with me?”

“Well, yes,” I said.

I reached out and lightly stroked her from breast to pussy.

“Are you crazy? You can’t just pull down a woman’s pants and tell her you want to have sex with her”

“Why not?” I asked. “It seems quite reasonable to me. Now we both know where we stand.”

I took her arm and tugged her closer, slipping my arms around her to cup her bottom.

“But, but people just don’t do that sort of thing.”

“I do,” I said with a shrug. “Are you saying that you won’t?”

“Even if I wanted to, which I don’t, might I point out we’re in the middle of a nature reserve and people may come past at any moment.”

“And they might not. Lift your leg.” I lightly slapped her thigh.

“Why?”

“Facilitate entry,” I said calmly, lightly tapping her thing again.

She seemed to gulp, then lifted her leg. I caught it under the knee and lifted it higher. A slight adjustment and my erection was pressing firmly against her pussy, then it was slipping between her lips and sinking deeper.

I gave a sigh of relief and she made a strange sort of sound.

“My god, you’re really doing it. We’re in the middle of the path and you’re trying to fuck me. I don’t believe this.”

By this time I was sinking in nice and deep. I hooked her leg around my waist and closed my hands around her bottom again, holding her to me, finally pushing home that last little bit.

Seeing she was only standing on one leg her hands came up and clutched hold of my shirt, gripping it tightly. I started to rock, slowly moving in and out of her. It wasn’t all one sided. Her leg tightened around my waist and she was moving with me, pushing herself against me as I drove in.

I was just quietly enjoying the unexpected exercise, but not so my partner. She was becoming vocal as we got going.

“God, I can’t believe this is happening,” she insisted. “I don’t even know you. How can I let you do this? My god! What if someone comes? We’ll be arrested.”

She did carry on. She’d be squeaking and gasping and pumping eagerly against me, then she’d be fretting again, telling me all the reasons we shouldn’t be doing this. I just stayed shut and did my humble best to pleasure her and make up for her inner turmoil.

She got even more vocal when I suddenly pulled out.

“What are you doing?” she wailed. “I’m not ready. You can’t finish yet. It’s not fair. You started this.”

“Quiet, woman,” I snapped. “Just turn around and put your hands against that tree.”

She spun around, leaning escort özbek forward, bracing herself, head turned to see what I was doing. Good thing she was bracing herself because I moved up behind her and drove in fiercely. She gave a small shriek, her bottom bouncing up to meet me, and then I really started putting some effort into it.

Bending forward the way she was, her breasts were dangling and, being a true gentleman, I reached around her to provide the support they needed. I held them tightly while I took her, enjoying the feel of them and really enjoying the friction of her hot moist passage as my cock used it, plunging in and out with all the effort I could apply.

They say that jogging is a substitute for sex. They’re mad. All the jogging did was warm us both up for the main course. I banged on home, tensions rising in both of us. Soon it was just a matter of time as to which of us would finish.

I was hoping that she’d finish first, on the principle that if she did I could just bang in harder and finish anyway. If I finished first, she’d be right out of luck, as I wouldn’t be waiting around for her to catch up.

As it happened, she was lucky, coming rather loudly. I pushed forward that little bit more, encouraging her to really blow her cork and finishing with a bang myself.

It was funny. She’d been fretting that someone might come, and now that she was hugging the tree, unaware of what was around her, someone did come trotting up.

I’d just pulled loose, my cock standing half-erect and exhausted, when the pretty young thing with the bouncing boobs came jogging around the corner, boobs still doing their merry dance.

She came to an abrupt halt to see us. My partner leaning against the tree, everything on display, and me, while on display, at least tidying myself away. She stood there gaping, obviously wondering whether she should keep going or turn and bolt.

I strolled over to her, looking as harmless as possible. When within reach I just couldn’t resist lifting her top to admire those breasts of hers. Lovely they were.

“You really should wear a bra where jogging,” I told her. “There are some excellent sports bras you can get, even for someone with your endowments. Do you jog every day?”

She nodded dumbly.

“Well, maybe with a bit of luck we’ll bump into each other tomorrow. Now off you go.”

I pulled her top back down and gave her a friendly pat on the bottom and she took off like a racing deer, getting the hell away from the predator.

I considered my partner, still propped up against the tree. It would be rude to just depart and leave her like that, I decided. I wandered back to her and straightened her clothes. She started to come out of it while I was doing that and hastily finished the job herself.

She looked at me once she was tidy, seeming puzzled. Then she shook her head and looked away.

“I’m going to finish my run,” she said. “You do not need to keep me company.”

With that she was off and running. Beats me. Why would she think I wanted to keep her company? I was relaxed and ready to go back home. I really had to come to the reserve more often, I decided. It had a decidedly beneficial ambiance about it.

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As always everyone is over 18 and thanks to spikeandholly for editing this for me. This is the beginning to a new story line I’ve been playing around with and more will come soon. The story has both lesbian and anal themes, mixed with a tiny bit of reluctance. Also, thanks to Stacy (you know who you are) for the last bit of inspiration I needed. I hope everyone enjoys this story, leave comments and rate please.

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Logan lay in his bed anticipating future events. It was almost two am, but for him that did not matter. The time was not what captivated his thoughts, but more so how truly awake he felt. He would only be able to sleep for a few hours before feeling fully rested. As strange as that behavior may sound,nothing about him was ordinary. All his life he knew something about him was different , but he dared not tell anyone or seek guidance about these thoughts. Instead he pretended as if he was normal, like he was unable to lift an astronomical amount of weight, or run faster than a fired bullet, or even fly. He had no explanation for any of it and had no real history on who gave birth to him or where he was born. He had no way of finding out anything about his condition that would possibly be helpful. For all he knew he was the only one with this “condition”. He had grave fears that someone would discover his secret, and gave too much time to these fearful thoughts. His nightmare would be to be discovered and quickly become a military experiment or trapped in a lab being poked and prodded surrounded by doctors. Instead Logan kept everything about it quiet. Not telling his friends or any of the teachers.

Logan attended a small private college where students had on-campus dorms. The dorms were obviously split between buildings, separating the males from the females. This was a decision from the faculty many years ago. It was an attempt to curb unnecessary pregnancies and limit drama. While it helped, this did not stop the events completely. The students always found a way to cohort with each other, which brings Logan to his current task. One of the hotter girls in this school, Jessica, had a tendency to escape from her bed late at night and sneak into the girls showers to play with herself. She would choose a toy or two from her secret collection under her bed, then take a long, hot shower while pleasuring herself for hours. At least this was the rumor around campus

Logan was determined to find out if this was true by sneaking over to the girls building and artfully get himself into the girls showers. There he would watch first hand. While plotting his mischievous plan, he reminisced when he first heard about this rumor.

While drinking from a water fountain after class, he noticed a group of girls standing nearby in one of their social circles. They were engrossed in the daily gossip, unable to remove themselves or focus their attention on anything else for fear of missing a juicy little piece. Being so absorbed in the conversation, they were talking much louder than appropriate for a campus hall. It didn’t matter to him if they were whispering or shouting as he could pick up conversations from extremely long distances and had to tune out most of the sounds he heard. Luckily it was a effortless task. The girls kept using the article “her” and he quickly realized they were not talking about each other, yet one of their peers. After a few moments he learned of the juicy rumors. His thoughts quickly moved to Jessica, naked, in a hot steamy shower. Once he heard this rumor, his mind was made up. He would see himself to the show. A live show.

Logan shared his dorm room with a rather particular person. His roommate was quiet, shy and rarely spoke his mind. A perfect person to keep his mouth shut if the nights events went sour. He was confident enough in himself that everything would go his way. He carefully removed himself out of his bed. His feet planting firmly into the floor. He distributed his weight gingerly on the old creaky floor so as to to limit any sound. as He opened the door without hitch. He had put much forethought into this and oiled the hinges earlier in the day to ensure it remained quiet. After closing the door, he made his way down the hall toward the exit. He could have just hovered his way over since he was able to levitate himself off the floor and even propel himself forward with great speed, but he would not use that ability with the chance of someone seeing him. Not even a inch off the ground to limit any sound from being made.

He quietly made his way down the hall, staying on the thick carpet that was laid over the wood floor. The walls were built from a rich expensive wood that he could not recognize and the floors the same. The dimly lit hallway was lined with elaborate timber doors that lead into more rooms. Two people to a room and the dorm was 4 stories High. The bottom level was the kitchen, living room and a study room. Logan’s room was luckily on the second floor. It only took him a few moments to reach the stair case, descend down it and find himself at the escort fındıkzade door that leads outside. Outside was the courtyard and at the exact opposite end of the courtyard was the girls dorm. The courtyard was rectangle with the furthermost points being the dorms. Normally this wouldn’t be a bother, but there were night guards that stalked the grounds. Not many, but enough to be an annoyance.

He took out his black ski mask and placed it over his head. Wearing all black was a prudent step to remain undetected. He had on Vibram footwear, black turtleneck, black gym pants and black gloves. Pulling out his watch, he placed his fingers on one of the timers and peaked his head out one of the small windows of the door. A few nights ago he slipped up onto the roof of the boys dorm and made extensive notes on the guards patrol routine. They were creatures of habit, and all of there routes were timed. His watch would come in handy. He had it placed on his left wrist, but in an reversed fashion. He looked outside again and at his mark, he opened the door and went outside.

He had fifteen seconds to hug the wall to his immediate right and keep flat until he reached his first checkpoint. The courtyard had many rectangle stonewalls that centered a flower bed, benches and bushes. This would give him sufficient cover while breaking into the guards lines. The first checkpoint was one of the stonewalls. They were about three and a half feet tall which allowed him to crouch behind the wall and remain hidden. He pushed his side into the wall and crouched as low as possible. He looked at his watched and waited for two minutes to go by before rushing to the next checkpoint. Once there, he stayed near the bush and allowed the lone guard to walk by. It was very dark out which is why the guards had flashlights. However, it was simple enough to stay out of the light.

The courtyard was littered with greenery and classic marble stone. Carved statues laid on pedestals and were placed symmetrically in the courtyard. Almost all the decorations were placed in a coordinated fashion. The guard finally made enough ground where Logan was able to go past him and reach the halfway mark between the two dorms.

Once he arrived at checkpoint three he poked his head over the stonewall to look at the guards. They seemed bored and docile. Blindly walking their routes without really paying attention to anyone. The dean decided to hire them after some of college students vandalized a few of the building walls with graffiti. The guards did prevent any future occurrences, but it seemed a tad extreme.. It was just a little paint on a wall, and there were other methods to halt the disorder that would be much less costly.

The guard closest to his proximity was turning around a corner on the stone bricked walkway. Once the guard made the bend, he hurled himself over the wall, landing discretely in some grass. He crouched and shuffled right behind the guard,momentarily thinking of how easy it would be to take him down. The thought instantly left his mind as fast as it had come. He went past the guard to his last check point. A cursory glance at this watch told him he needed to wait two more minutes before he would be at the door to the girls dorm. This would lead to the most difficult part of the erotic, covert mission he had embarked upon. The girls dorm main door was locked from the inside. He had already purchased a lock picking kit and practiced on a few locks he purchased at a local hardware store. The problem he faced was he had only a few precious moments to pick the lock and get inside.

One of the guards walks by a main door every minute and a half. It strangely seemed that it was enough time to pick a silly lock and gain entrance, but it hardly was. At his mark he moved over to the door. It was extremely dark out thanks to the heavy clouds that lingered in the moist air. Soon the clouds would pour rain upon the ground, but hopefully he had enough time to watch the show and get back to his room without getting wet.

He pulled out the lock picking kit and slid the tension wrench into the lock, then he carefully glided the pick into the locking mechanism. He easily found the first pin in the back. With a few simple vibrations, the first pin rested on the edge of the shear line. It took him thirty seconds to get the first pin and he was sure he had four more to go. He didn’t even bother looking behind him to check the guards. He just focused on the next pin. Forty-five seconds later he was able to complete the lock and turn it. He pulled the wrench and pick out of the lock abruptly, making the slightest amount of noise. He opened the door quietly and was able to slip inside without any notice from the guards.

Once inside he took a moment to gather his bearings. His eyes adjusted to the limited light indoors. This was the first time he was in the girls dorm room. Boys were strictly forbidden. If the design was the same for the boys dorm the showers would be in the basement. escort istanbul There was a locker room down there as well with access to a gym for the girls. The locker room should have direct access to the showers and again if it was similar to the boys dorm, there would not be shower stalls, but a room with shower heads that the girls take turns in sharing. He was getting closer to his prize, but he was hoping the gossip he heard earlier was correct. According to the reports Jessica would get to the showers around three am.

It was a strange notion to think he had super-human abilities, yet he was still a warm blooded male with raging hormones and just wanted to see some ass. After locating the stairs he traveled down each step with delicacy. He knew not if any girls were up or if he would accidentally run into Jessica. He just had to keep moving forward to get his reward.

It didn’t take long to get to the locker room. But his worst fear was starting to come into reality. He could not hear anything in the showers. Was this trip all for nothing? He hoped not. Still he kept pushing forward until he heard the sound of a bag being dropped. He instantly froze in place and looked around. The locker room was fairly large and to the right of it was where the showers were located. It didn’t take long to get near the entrance of the showers, but the layout was proving to be difficult. To get into the shower room you walked though an arched doorway that was about six feet wide. Once in the shower room there was no real place to hide. It was a square room with a horizontal wall in the middle that carried more shower heads. The only place he would remain hidden was up against a row of lockers that faced the entrance. That limited his visibility to only the horizontal wall that had about five shower heads. So if Jessica decided to do her little show anywhere except that wall all of this would have been for nothing. He would not be able to watch her, only hear her. Too bad he wasn’t able to see through walls.

He stayed at the far right corner of the locker room waiting for Jessica to present herself. Then he saw her, she walked right by and into the shower room. From his position, Logan heard her turn on one of the lights in the shower room. The show was about to start and his mind raced. He tip toed carefully to the edge of the entrance and peaked around the corner. From there he could clearly see Jessica’s back and on the floor beside her was a gym bag. She bent down and opened the bag by pulling the zipper fly to the opposite end of the bag. She ruffled though the contents until she found her towel and placed it on a small wooden chair. The shower walls were bright white tiles with a colorful flower design painted on them. He guessed this made the shower room more feminine and welcoming.. The wooden chair was accompanied by another chair right next to it. Only the second chair had nothing on top if it. Interesting he thought to himself.

Jessica had only turned on one light in the bathroom. . The light bulbs were positioned in a way that it created a spotlight on the wall where she was standing. This ensures that it would be burdensome on her eyes to look into the locker room where Logan was. He congratulated himself silently on his ideal planning and position and was confident that he could sit along the lockers and not be seen if she looked his way.. This theory worked well in practice as he moved over to the lockers and settled in for the show as Jessica turned around and let her bathrobe fall to the ground.

Logan’s attentiveness was instantly peaked. She was not completely naked yet instead had laced booty shorts that hugged her ass and a laced bra that pushed her boobs together. It was an amazing sight to behold. Jessica was medium in height, had wavy dark brown hair that flowed evenly down, just below her shoulders. She had dimples in her checks that highlighted her brown eyes and dark eye lashes. She also owned a very cute smile which was exposed as she unclasped her bra that was holding her breasts firmly together. The blue bra fell lightly on the floor which allowed her full breasts to fall to their natural perky position. She had a slim frame that made her breasts appear larger than they are.. When looking at her front her nipples were bright and pert. The areola around her nipple was just slightly darker than her skin color. It was obvious that when she tanned, she tanned completely nude.

Her chest cropped down to her stomach with a very cute belly button. Her hips were wide, but not overly wide and lead down to her legs that were unmistakably a huge asset to her already sexy body. She turned around so her back was to him and shifted her hips to the left as she slowly began to pull her panties down to her knees. She hesitated a little and turned her head ever so slightly, seeming to want to look behind her. She continued to look ahead and didn’t,pull her panties off, bending over as she did. Her legs were touching as this happened and her beautiful ass was in full view. escort aksaray She didn’t have a large ass, but it was full and shapely. Her butt had a tear drop shape that was very appealing. Her checks were spread apart once she pulled the panties under her toes. This allowed Logan to peer directly into Jessica’s pussy and her little rosebud. As quickly as he was able to gaze into her womanhood the sight was gone. She has stood back up and walked to one of the shower heads. The dial that allowed the water to start flowing was all digital. All she needed to do was pick a temperature and water would start shooting out. She would also be able to changed the spray settings if she so desired.

The water began to run out of the head and falling onto her naked body. It was very sexy to see water break off her body and steam begin to rise from the heat. He could barely contain himself and his thoughts started going to naughty places. She had her hair up and a messy bun to avoid getting it wet. Again her back was to the lockers where Logan was as which showed off her beautiful curves. The water slammed onto her chest, down her stomach, ran into her pelvis and cascaded onto her inner thighs. Just as he wondered when and if she was going to play with herself, her hands begun massaging her breasts. It was distinctively apparent through her motions that she was trying to slowly up work herself up. That and the hot water started to do the job in spades. She let go a small moan, that made Logan’s cock flex. Her hands went from her breasts down her side and over her ass. She bent over slightly and spread her cheeks apart. It was like she was doing it for him, but she had no idea he was there. At least he didn’t think so. Her right hand left her ass to be firmly placed on the shower wall. She braced herself as he other hand moved over her hip and into her mound.

From there it was hard to see, but he figured she was separating her pussy lips to lightly rub her clit. She moaned once more and arched her back. The events were elevating quickly as he could clearly see her stick two fingers inside of herself. He was about twenty feet away from Jessica in a straight line, but luckily he had enhanced vision. If he focused on a certain spot his eyes would enlarge the image like an optical zoom. He focused directly on her sweet pussy was able to make it out in better detail. From this angle her could see she did not have large pussy lips, but they were clearly visible unlike other pussies where you see just the slit. If she bent over even more, her clit would be noticeable too. And since her legs were together her rosebud was still still playing shy. She then turned around, placed her back against the wall and her hand quickly found her pussy. Her clit was very bold and very enlarged. It was burning red and Jessica’s fingers started to stroke it with more intensity. Another moan escaped her pretty mouth only this time more audible than any of the other ones. Almost like she was tired of trying to hold back and just wanted to express her passion. She looked down at her pussy as one hand squeezed her breast so tightly the cleavage protruded from the gaps in her fingers and the other hand massaged her clit with a technique that was clearly well practiced.

Logan looked up at her eyes at this point to see them going from being open and aware, to half closed and tired, but mostly in an absolutely pleasurable state. Her eye lids would flicker, and her facial muscles twitch. She would smile at one moment and make the “O” face right after and alter between the two. Soon her legs begun to shake and she slowly drifted down until her ass hit the floor. Her back was still leaning up against the wall, but she slouched a little to allow easier access for her hands. Suddenly her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she screamed.

“Unnngghhhh”

It was clear she was having an orgasm, and a very nice one at that. The best part was that he was starting right at it. It wasn’t until this moment he realized his cock was enlarged and wanted to escape the enclosed space it felt trapped in. He decided not to risk it and pull it out in case he needed to make a fast escape. He silently cursed as the show was making him extremely hard.

As soon as her orgasm subsided she was composing herself and lifting herself up off the ground. Logan braced himself as if it was the moment to leave, but Jessica walked over to her bag and pulled out two long cock shaped toys. She then grabbed a chair and placed it right in the path of the shower. Water splashed on the chair and she turned the chair so she could sit on it backwards. She hung her pelvis slightly off the edge. Her face was toward the shower and he wondered what was going through her head at this moment. Her ass was pointed straight at him and he could not anticipate what was going to happen next. She first took the purple vibrator and pushed it deep into her pussy. There was no hesitation and plenty of her juices to slide it in without restriction. The vibrator went all the way in and only the last inch or so poked out of her wet hole. She had great control over her kegel muscles. The second toy was a a tad larger and more flexible. She scraped some of the lingering juices from her pussy and did her best to smooth them over her ass. She widened her legs and flexed her rosebud as to warn it for the upcoming assault.

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I have known her a long, long time. From the first time I saw her, I had a huge crush on her. That gradually grew into a full blown fantasy.

She was a few years older than me. She was tall and thin, with sexy long, tanned legs and a small luscious ass. Her breasts were very small, but they fit her perfectly. She kept her hair long and it varied from light brown to dark blonde.

I thought that she was so beautiful and I wanted her so bad. We were friends and dated other people throughout the years, but we always stayed in touch with each other.

We flirted with each other, but it was mostly innocent. We would talk about sex now and then and even had phone sex once, but for a long time, it never went past that.

I knew it was more when I would see her and feel my cock stirring in my pants. At times, she would have my cock fully erect without even knowing it.

What started as an innocent crush, had grown into my fantasy.

The first time we ever fooled around was great. We had gone out as friends to shoot pool at a local billiard bar. We shot pool and drank lots of beer. If the evening would have ended with that, it would have been fun.

She looked great. She wore a button up shirt and jeans. Her long legs looked great in the jeans and they were tight enough to show her beautiful little ass.

We walked out to the parking lot, it was cold, and we jumped into my car to warm up. We talked for a while and before I knew it, we were kissing. She was a great kisser. Our tongues explored each other. My hands began groping her, running through her long hair, rubbing her ass. I felt her tiny breasts as we kissed harder. I slowly unbuttoned her shirt and opened it to expose her bra clad breasts. I kissed down her neck and over the tops of her breasts. I could feel my cock beginning to awaken in my own jeans.

We kissed more passionately as I slid her bra down and felt her small breast with my fingers, teasing her small nipple, making it erect. I rubbed it between my fingers as her breathing grew harder. I kissed down her neck again and licked her hard nipple with tongue. I sucked it gently, flicking it with my tongue. She sighed deeply.

I stopped for a second to take a look at her. Here I was with my dream girl, the girl I had had a crush on for years. She was so beautiful, so hot. It was incredible to see her getting so hot from what I was doing to her!

By this time, my cock was straining against my jeans. We continued

to kiss hard while I teased her breasts with my hands. I could not control myself anymore. I wanted her so bad. My hand traveled down her flat stomach to her jeans. She did not stop me as I unbuttoned her jeans. She kissed me harder.

My hand dove under her panties and over the small mound of her tiny bush. I softly stroked her pussy, feeling that she was already getting wet. She sighed deeply again as my fingers found her clit and stroked it softly. She responded by grabbing my now hard cock through my jeans. She began stroking it through my jeans. My fingers increased the tempo on her clit, I could feel her getting wetter and wetter.

She unbuttoned my jeans and reached in and grabbed my hard cock. I was so excited. I wanted her so escort türbanlı much I couldn’t stand it! I wanted to pull off her pants and lean her back and go down on her wet pussy. I wanted to taste her so bad. But she would not move. I hoped then that maybe she would pull my cock out and suck it, but that did not happen either.

We continued kissing passionately, stroking each other, getting each other hotter and hotter. It was wonderful, but my lust wanted more of her.

“Let’s go get a hotel room.” I said.

“I can’t.” she said, breathing heavily. “My boyfriend may come over.”

Lost in the moment, I had forgotten all about her having a boyfriend. I hope that she had too, but apparently not all together.

“I need to go.” she said sadly.

I wanted to tell her no, but I didn’t. We dressed ourselves and kissed each other goodbye.

I went home that night and replayed everything over in my mind. I ended up jerking off my hard cock and shooting a huge load of cum as I fantasized about her.

Our relationship drifted back to being friends again. We never talked about that night. I still lusted after her each time I saw her in short shorts or a revealing shirt. I would fantasize about her and rub my cock raw, jerking off to thoughts of her.

I would be with other women and fantasize about them being her. I would dream that it was her sucking on my cock and fire off a huge load of cum, much to the surprise of the girl I was actually with! She was still my ultimate dream girl.

One night I had been out drinking with my buddies. I was feeling pretty good and gave her a call. To my surprise, she told me to come over.

She met me at the front door in a robe and led me to her bedroom. We fell into the bed together and I quickly parted her robe, finding her naked beneath it. We kissed and I sucked at her small breasts. My hand reached down and stroked her pussy, getting her wet in seconds. She looked so wonderful naked.

After a few minutes, she was soaking wet. She pulled my hard cock free from my jeans. The head of my cock was covered in pre-cum and she used it to lubricate my cock as she began stroking my hardness.

I wanted to go down on her and taste her sweet pussy, but she would not let me. We continued to stroke each other, much to my growing frustration.

I told her that I wanted her to cum, but she said that she would not be able to with me using just my fingers. I told her that I wanted to be inside her, but she told me that she did not think that was a good idea.

I went home again that night and jerked my cock into a huge eruption of thick ropes of cum, dreaming that I was fucking her sweet, little, hot pussy.

I called her the next day to see how things were between us. I was surprised when she told me to come over. When I got over to her house, she was just about to get into the shower. She told me to relax, so I hung out in her bedroom, while she took a shower in the room next door.

I heard her get out of the shower and towel off. She walked into her bedroom wrapped in a towel. She stood there and we talked for a few seconds and then she dropped her towel.

She escorts istanbul was marvelous. Her long sexy legs led up to a neatly trimmed bush. Her small breasts stood out on her chest and her face was beaming with beauty.

I stood and went to her, taking each other in our arms, we kissed and groped each other. She helped me pull off my clothes and we were naked together, kissing and holding each other. I became erect in minutes and she led me to the bed.

She pushed me back on the bed and then laid on top of me. We kissed more passionately, our bodies pressed together. My hard cock was pressed against the softness of her bush.

She spread her legs and let my cock slip down and touch her hot wetness. I could feel the heat coming off of her pussy. She pushed her hips back and I felt myself slid into her. She was so hot and wet. Her tight pussy enveloped my hardness. It felt like heaven. She still lay on top of me, not straddling or riding me, just lying on top of me, kissing still.

She moved back and forth, letting my cock penetrate deeper and deeper into her. I could feel her hard nipples against my chest. Her freshly washed hair dangled down in my face, smelling flowery and fresh.

She was moving faster and faster. Her hot little pussy felt so good. I knew I was not going to last long, but she would not slow down. She continued to rock back and forth on me.

I felt my cock getting ready to explode. I pulled out of her and erupted all over her and the bed. I was so humiliated that I had only lasted a few minutes. I had wanted it to last forever.

She collapsed on top of me and we held each other for several minutes in silence, just enjoying the feel of each other. Finally, she pulled herself up. She went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up and brought me a towel.

It had been short, but wonderful. She was so beautiful and had felt so good. She never said a word about my premature eruption, much to my relief. I knew that I could have fucked her better than that. I hoped that there would be another chance for me.

Several months later, we had met for drinks. We had gone up to the corner bar, near my house. We finished our drinks and left, back to my house. I wasn’t sure where things would go, but I quickly found out.

We were soon naked on my bed. She looked wonderful naked. Some guys might have thought her to be too skinny or her tits too small, but to me, she was a goddess. It did not take much foreplay before I was rock hard.

I wanted to go down on her and taste her pussy and tease her with my tongue, but she would not let me. Instead, she rolled me on my back and straddled me. She gently grabbed my hard cock and slid me inside of her.

She was wonderful. Her pussy was so hot, wet, and tight. It felt as if she were clutching at my hard cock with her pussy. I grew even harder inside of her. She started slowly, grinding her hips up and down. I met her with soft thrusts up into her. I would lean up and kiss her or take her small nipples in my mouth. Our breathing grew heavier as we enjoyed the feel of each other.

I slid my hands to her hips and pulled her down on me as I thrust up into her. Her pussy was so tight escort olgun around my hard cock, it felt so good. The alcohol from earlier was keeping me from coming too soon. To my relief, this time it was lasting a long time. She was moaning softly now, her pace increasing. We were kissing harder now as she got hotter.

I could not believe that finally, my beautiful dream girl was actually here, riding me, enjoying it as much as I did. She looked so beautiful, naked and ecstatic. I was still rock hard, thrusting up into her hot pussy.

My hands slowly slid to her tiny ass. Without thinking about it, my fingers were soon teasing her backside. She moaned again. Slowly I slid a finger just inside of her ass and slowly wiggled it back and forth as I thrust my cock harder into her.

She was going much faster now, moaning much more loudly now. My finger and my blood engorged cock penetrating faster into the liquid heat of her pussy and her ass. I was thrusting up off of the bed, hard into her. She responded back just as hard. I was so hard, it actually hurt a little, but I ignored that because her pussy felt so good.

“Please, don’t cum inside of me.” She said breathlessly.

In the rush of things, we had not even considered a condom. Now I was glad that we had not used one, this felt too good to have passed up.

“Okay.” I replied.

Just as fast, her body contracted and she moaned loudly. I could tell that she was coming. I thrust up into her harder, as her body shivered in an orgasm. Her head was back, as if she were looking up to the ceiling, as she moaned loudly with pleasure.

We continued on and soon she had another orgasm. She looked so beautiful, lost in the passion of her orgasm. Seeing her cum, made me even hotter! We were going so fast now, so hard. It felt so great. She was on fire and we were both sweating some now.

We had a great rhythm going, meeting each other’s thrust with our own. Her eyes were closed, but she had a look of immense enjoyment on her beautiful face. I leaned up and took her nipple in my mouth and she sighed loudly. I felt myself getting close to exploding.

I told her that I was going to cum and pulled myself out of her hot pussy, and my cock ended up in between her tiny ass cheeks, jutting up toward the ceiling. My cock exploded like a volcano when I came. I felt a huge load of molten cum shooting out of me. She leaned down and kissed me hard as I finished coming. I don’t ever remember coming so hard. We laid together for a short time and then she said that she needed to go.

We would remain friends for many more years to come. She never mentioned our times together, but I hope that she thought they were as hot as I did. Sometimes I would see her looking especially hot, maybe in a bikini at the beach or a sexy outfit. I would think back to that night and how good it felt being inside her hot little pussy.

I usually ended up jerking off again, but now it was so much better. I knew how great her pussy felt, how her long legs wrapped around me felt, how she looked riding my cock, and how she looked when she came. I would fantasize how it would be to cum in that hot little pussy or shooting hot strands of cum on her small tits. I would dream about bursting in her mouth as she gave me a blowjob or how she would taste as I ate her pussy. I would even reward the girl I was screwing at that time with particularly large loads of cum as I fantasized about her as we had sex.

So despite all the years, she still remains my fantasy girl!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Giggling, she says, “Not yet.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am?! You started it.” I pant back

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

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

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

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

“Don’t..stop…I’m going to cum!”

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

“I’M CUMMMMMMMMMMMMMING!” we scream together

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

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

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

“Well, we always have tomorrow.” she states

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

Until next time…

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Mrs. LaFave was a history teacher at my school. At 29, she was the youngest teacher at my school, and was well liked by everyone. Especially the guys. She was extremely beautiful, with long, straight brown hair and a very petite body. I had thought about her many times while masturbating. In fact, she was my number two jackoff fantasy, second only to one girl, which I will explain in a few moments. I had started writing seriously a year before, in eleventh grade, and a lot of my stories were history-based, including a series based during the Norman conquest of England. I had told her about them, and she was interested in reading them, so I would drop off a couple to her, and she’d read them. Once finished, she’d tell me what she liked or didn’t like, where I’d made historical mistakes (I liked having accuracy in my stories), or things that just seemed stupid. During this time, I was going through the usual high school troubles. Paramount among these troubles (at least for me) was a girl I’d been head over heels for for quite some time. However, as is usually the case with a guy like me (the quiet, shy, scared of women kind), she either didn’t know I existed or simply didn’t give a shit. One day while talking to Mrs. LaFave about my latest story, I was particularly distraught. I had actually talked to the girl the night before, and the usual “Let’s be friends” talk had occurred. Mrs. LaFave asked me what was wrong.

“It’s just some personal stuff,” I replied.

“Something’s pretty wrong,” she said. “I can tell. And I’m worried. I think you should talk to someone.” Apparently, I gave off the air that I was about to escort güngören put the .303 my uncle had given me under my chin. I quickly realized she was thinking this.

“No!” I said upon realization. “No, it’s not what you think. I mean, I had thought about that…but…no. It’s not for me.” A look of relief came upon her face. I sighed. “Ok. Here it is. There’s this girl. You know her. Laura Rodgers, in your first period.” She nodded. “Well, she and I have known each other for a while. At least ten years. I’ve had a huge crush on her for most of that time. I didn’t tell her about it until recently, though. She’s been kinda off and on about whether we will go out, and since I’m a pansy I just let it keep going on. Well, last night, I had the ‘let’s be friends’ speech. I’m still kinda messed up about it.”

“Oh. Well, there’s plenty of girls out there, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. It just seems that none of them are even remotely interested in me. I’m not some conceited jackoff who beats on his girlfriend and cheats on her, so they aren’t interested.”

“That’s not what a woman wants,” she said.

“Well, based upon everything I’ve seen, it is.”

“Then you’re not looking at the right girls.” Neither of us said anything for a little while. I was standing next to her desk. She suddenly stood and moved towards me. Before I could say anything, her face was just in front of mine, and getting closer. I felt her lips meet mine. I kissed her for a few seconds, not quite realizing what was happening. When I did finally realize, I backed away, quickly.

“Wait…” bayan escort I said. “This is wrong.” I looked at her for a moment, and that was it. I went back to her and continued kissing her. We kissed passionately for a few minutes. Soon, I had her on her back behind her desk. I felt her reach her hand down to my crotch. I reached into her shirt and began to fondle her breasts. They were small, no larger than a small B-cup. I loved small breasts, and somehow, this got me even harder. I opened her shirt and exposed the light blue cups of her bra. I undid her bra (thankfully it was one of those front opening ones) and began to suck on her nipples. She moaned and began to undo my belt. I helped her, and soon, I was clad only in my underwear and my t-shirt. She pulled the t-shirt up and over my head. She slipped her hand into my underwear and began to stroke my hardon. I reached down and pulled on her pants, trying to get them down. She wriggled out of them, and I slipped my hand into her panties. Her pussy was smooth, except for a small patch of hair just above her lips. I slid my fingers between her lips and started to finger her. She moved her hips against my hand and squeezed my cock harder. She slid my underwear down, to expose my cock. I soon slid her panties down and got between her legs. I looked up at her. “I’ve never done this before,” I told her.

“It’s ok. I’ll guide you through it.” With that, she buried my face into her pussy. I began licking. She shuddered when I first touched my tongue to her. It tasted great, like nothing I’d ever had before. She was extremely wet, and escort güneşli I probed into her with my tongue, lapping it up. Soon she started to whine a little, and she started to grind her hips against my face. I fought for air as I continued licking. Soon she came, and I felt her juices running onto my face.

After she stopped convulsing, she moved my head away. “That was great. You’re sure you’ve never done this before?”

“No, I never have.”

“You’re a natural.”

“Thank you,” I said, blushing. She gently pushed me onto my back.

“Now it’s your turn.” She slowly started to kiss down to my crotch. Soon I felt her warm breath just above my cock. Then…

“Oh…” I moaned as she took me into her warm, wet mouth. This was the most amazing feeling. She took me all the way into her throat, then slid me all the way out, again. She did this several times, then started to kiss and lick along the shaft, down to my balls. She sucked on my balls for a little while, then went back up to my cock. She slipped me into her mouth again. I knew I wasn’t going to last very long. Not with how incredible this felt. She seemed to sense this, because she soon started to suck even harder and faster. This was it. “Oh, God…” I started to tense. “Mrs. LaFave…I’m gonna…”

I began shooting my cum into her mouth. She continued to suck throughout the whole orgasm, swallowing every drop of my cum. Soon, I stopped spurting, and she licked me clean. She then came up to face level. “How was that?”

“It was incredible.”

“Now do you believe me?”

“What?” I asked, unsure what she meant.

“There are plenty of other girls out there.”

“Oh. That. Yeah, I guess so.”

“Good,” she said, getting up and getting dressed. “You’re gonna have to last longer next time.”

“What do you mean?”

“Getting eaten out is great, but I want you in me next time. Understand?”

More to come…

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After a long, exhausting flight from LaGuardia to L.A., all I wanted to do was hit the shower and the bed in my hotel room and sleep til I got my wake-up call. I unlocked room 1247 of the Starlight Luxury Suites. Despite the cheesy name, the room was actually big and cozy with a king sized bed I always brought with a maroon velvet bedspread with me, after hearing scary rumors about the scarcity of clean blankets in hotel beds. I dreaded giving my sales presentation to a roomful of button-downs at the corporate headquarters. Every week I’d promise myself I’d give notice after I paid my next credit card balance, but then it was another bill or a broken arm from a skiing trip. Six months later, I was still wrapped in a corporate culture I despised.

I didn’t feel like unpacking. It was already ten thirty, my flight had been two hours late. I plopped onto the bed, exhausted and fell asleep in my business suit. I awakened to the sound of the doorknob being turned oh god I thought the maids clean this late at night. I had forgotten to put the “Do Not Disturb” sign up. I jumped out of bed and yanked the door open.

A gorgeous but somewhat bemused man stood in the hallway, holding a large duffel bag.”I’m sorry. Is Is this room 1247? Hmmm, they must have made a mistake at the desk.” The man said, in an indetermined accent that couldn’t decide if it was British or California surfer dude. I was instantly attracted to him.

“Wait, my key says 1247, too. Let me call the desk and see what’s going on.” I was so tired it took me a minute for it to the sink in that the man standing next to me in this hotel room emitted more testosterone than my employer’s entire board of directors combined.

With black hair a little past his ears, brown eyes, and lips that were a bit too prominent for his rugged looks. His face showed a bit of wear and tear. Nothing major, but just enough to be intriguing, show that he had lived a life. He was dressed causally, in jeans and a windbreaker with some sort of logo for a soccer team. When the desk clerk answered I wanted to say never mind, but decorum won out. I had to go through the motions.

The desk clerk was nice about the whole thing, but I couldn’t escort arnavutköy wait to get off the phone and talk to the beautiful stranger who stood before me “He says that it was a mix-up with booking and they copied the wrong keys. The hotels full up so they cant offer us another room til tomorrow they offer a voucher for the Ramada Inn down the street…or they could send up another bed and we could share a room for the night.” I said

“That would be fine. I’d just as soon we could share for the night. ” he answered.

I didn’t wanna say it but I forced myself to ask housekeeping to send up another bed.

“Is that all right?”

“That’s no problem. I’ll set up shop in the next room. There’s enough space. My name’s Michael, by the way.”

“Hi. I’m Jenny.” I said, and we shook hands.

I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. Oh please, God, I thought, don’t let any rooms open up unexpectedly. I usually slept in the nude but that was out of the question with this stranger in the room. I threw on a plain white T-shirt that I used for workouts.

When I came out, the twin bed had been set up.

“I’m going to change and then I’ll be out of your way.”

I peeked into the bathroom before he closed the door all the way. He took his shirt off. His body wasn’t perfectly sculpted but he was built like a man – strong, slightly muscular arms, a tattoos on his biceps. I dreaded falling asleep masturbating over the stranger in the next room – how pathetic. But it was too risky to come on to him he was after all, a stranger. When he walked out of the bathroom I trying to read the biography of Charles Bukowski, the writer.

“I thought I was the only person on earth who had that book.” Michael said.

I have a first edition of “Post Office.” I said. He sat down on the bed and we talked about writers we enjoyed. He was so easy to talk to, so funny, I let my guard down.

“You can take your T-shirt off. Don’t be uncomfortable on my account.”

“I think I’ll do that.” He slipped his shirt off. I watched him, savoring the moment like a teen-ager in the backseat of a car.

“This isn’t the hotel bedspread. You brought it with you.”

“I istanbul escort kızları like the way it feels. The velvet – it’s not like the scratchy old rags they put on the beds here. I usually.. umm.. sleep in the nude.”

“Don’t be uncomfortable on my account.” Michael breathed. “You can take your T-shirt off if you want. I don’t mind.”

His sweet breath in my ear was too much. “I’m going to stop being a lady if you keep talking like that. You’re going to make me do something I’ll regret.”

“I promise you won’t regret it.”

“Its up to you. We can do as much or as little as you like and stop when you want to stop.”

I kissed him, his chest so firm and manly, so different from my usual businessmen boyfriends. Michael pulled my T-shirt off, then guided my head up to his mouth. As we kissed, I scooted up and slipped my panties and guided him down to my pussy. He tempted me with a trail of little sweet kisses before eating me expertly with his tongue. I felt his cock growing hard against my leg. “Do you like that, love; he smiled lifting his head and looking at me, strong chin shiny with my pussy juice. I giggled, and kissed him. Taste that you taste that. That’s you. That’s what you taste like a sweet peach…” I kissed his chin and licked my lips. “Please do something for me,” I whispered. “Yes, love,” he ran his fingers through my dark blonde hair, still wet from the shower.

“Fuck me, I need your cock in me. Let me see it first…I licked a bit of precum off him. He tasted so good. His taste, his smell, evoked feelings in me that could prove more dangerous than any drug. I read somewhere once that a feminine woman can get hooked on a hormone produced during when she orgasms by a studly man. I knew it was dangerously true, but I’d gladly suffer the consequences, I’d gladly go through withdrawal from this man’s scent and body. I sucked him ravenously, digging my hands into his back and squeezing him hard.

“Get on top, baby, you wanna ride, I can tell,”

I laughed. All my hidden lusts were emerging, and I was lucky to unleash them on such a willing, active victim. Unashamed, I straddled him.

“There, that fits in so nice and easy.” He moaned. His escort bahçeşehir cock filled me up, almost to the point of hurting. It had been so long since I had been driven to the edge of desire, since I had felt like a totally sexual being. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Michael noticed this and laughed. “You better than any porno star, baby,” I stared at his body, at the sweat pouring down his chest, at the look of pleasure on his face, and finally at the cum that poured out of his cock – a gorgeous release.

We kissed and cuddled, with moans substituting for words. He slipped his arms around my waist and held me close as though he’d afraid I’d escape. I fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.

Slowly the sun filtered through the thin white slits of the window blinds. I opened my eyes. The bed still smelled like sex. Melancholy set in – it was seven am and he’d be gone. Slowly I prepared myself for the inevitable. And turned over. And there he was stretching in bed he even looked beautiful in the morning.

He kissed my neck. “C’mere, let’s start the day off right.”

Before I could express my delight, his arms enveloped me and he pressed his body so hard against mine, cuddling me squeezing me greedily sliding his hands over my breasts and down to my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his. He fingered my already wet pussy. I gently felt for his erect cock and helped him inside. I lost myself in the absolute pleasure of his cock entering me and growing larger and harder in my pussy. I made sure that he got on top this time, and I watched him fuck me in the mirror. It was a beautiful picture I would always remember.

The specter of attending to reality lapsed completely I didn’t know I was in a hotel room, or even in Los Angeles or even on planet earth. I knew I was with the most beautiful, sensual man I had ever known. He was obeying my every command, licking and kissing my long-neglected pussy. That’s all I knew and more than I could have ever dreamed.

There isn’t much I remember about the rest of the day – I know that we showered and dressed separately, agreeing that we’d never leave the hotel room if we got ready together.

As I walked through the lobby to the taxi stand, trying hard to hide the wicked smile with a neutral expression, the concierge greeted me. “Good morning, Miss Reily, I’m sorry about the inconvenience last night. We will have a new room ready for you this evening.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, Freddie”, I said glancing at the man’s name tag,” You can take your time it was no problem. No problem at all.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

‘Have a feel!’ the young man suggested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Johnnie looked even more surprised.

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

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

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

‘Well, you didn’t. Only me!’

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

‘I am surprised. Are you suggesting …?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Thanks to Angel Love for editing assistance with this story.

This is a story about a teacher I had in high school that was pretty hot. It is not a true story, even though I wish it was. She was about 5’7″ tall, with long brown hair and a nice set of tits that I stared at some times in class. She had a nice pair of legs that I would love to just caress. She is not very thin but not very chubby. She mostly dressed conservative but sometimes a little bit adventurous. She frequently wore long skirts that were slit up the leg. I would stare at her legs when they came out of the dress. Sometimes I would ask her for help and she would bend over and her breasts were right there. I felt like staring at them and just grabbing them and ripping her shirt off and tittie fucking them.

I am nothing special myself. I am 5’9″ tall and about 180 lbs. I’m not solid muscle but not fat and I have about a 6 inch dick, probably not that big but what can I do. One day she asked me to come and stay after school because she wanted to talk with me. Everyone said I was in trouble and typical high school stuff but I really didn’t think so. I really didn’t know what it was for. When I got there she was standing right at the door and when I got escort bayrampaşa in she locked it behind me. When I asked why she locked the door she said that it was because what we were going to talk about was personal.

She sat at her desk and pulled a chair up for me. I sat down a little wary. She had taken her sweater off that she was wearing during the day revealing a shirt that was really tight across her tits. She caught me looking and just smiled. She started talking about my grades and how I have been doing so well. Then she caught me looking at her tits again. I just couldn’t stop because they were just so beautiful.

She finally said here and raised her shirt and flashed me. She really had the greatest tits I had ever seen. She said, “Are you happy?”

I replied, “Ummmmm yeah, I really enjoyed that!”

She said a little sadly, “I don’t know why. I am so ugly.”

“No you are not! I think you are really hot!”

She blinked, “No I am not.”

“Yes you are!” I said unrelenting and pointing at the bulge in my pants. “Just look what you did to me!!”

She smiled a little shyly.

“God I think you are so gorgeous. I’ve eskort been so fascinated with you all year. You have such wonderful long legs and those, well those tits!! I exclaimed, a little surprised at myself.

Taking off her shirt she jiggled them saying, “You like these?”

“Oh my God, yesssss!” I hissed, as I reached out and grabbed them.

She responded by moaning and purring.

“I’d love to see more!” I begged.

She slowly unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She had no panties on and was completely shaved which I loved. Her lips stuck out of her pussy which was very hot.

“Come here,” she commanded.

I got up and walked over to her. She grabbed me and kissed me hard.

“I ummmmm I’m a virgin Ma’am,” I stammered.

I think she almost came from hearing that! She cooed, “It would my pleasure to take your virginity.”

She took me in her arms and kissed me lightly, but then I took her face in my hands and kissed her passionately. I eventually opened my mouth and frenched her. She started purring. I started to caress her tits but she grabbed my hands and really made me grab them. She started moaning.

She stopped the kissing and then escort gaziosmanpaşa whispered sexually, “Baby, I want you to eat me out.”

I started kissing down her body to her pussy. It was so beautiful and I told her this and she thanked me. I started licking the lips and she started to moan. I used my fingers to spread her lips and found her clit and started sucking it. She started moaning louder and she started to buckle at the knees so she sat in her chair. She came after a little more sucking saying that she came so quick because she was so turned on from when I was staring.

“My cock is really straining in my pants,” I groaned.

“Ohhhh I can take care of that baby,” she smiled. “Sit down here,” she ordered, pointing at the chair I had just eaten here pussy in.

She opened my pants and took out my cock and I almost thought she had a heart attack. I started apologizing for the size, but she said no it was very big for her. She told me I was 2 inches bigger than her husband and 2 inches thicker. She started stroking me a little and I got really hard. I grew an extra inch.

She took me in her mouth and started bobbing up and down on my dick and I couldn’t hold out long and I came so much some of it seeped out of her mouth.

Swallowing it all, she giggled, “Mmmmmmm that was yummy baby. I’d love to continue this some other time……”

If you have any comments good or bad about this story please tell me I would like to get better at this since this is my first time. Thank you for reading.

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Kim McCall wrapped her arms around her legs and hugged them, her knees pulled up under her chin. “I can’t believe it,” she said. “I can’t believe that we only have two days left.”

The porch swing creaked as Kim’s roommate, best friend and lover Pam Maguire sat down beside her. The taller girl stretched out her legs. Kim enjoyed the sight as Pam flexed those legs. Always shapely from all the running her athlete friend did, the coastal sun had tanned them to a golden brown.

“Its been fun though, hasn’t it?” Pam smiled at her, reaching over to tousle the short black hair that even the bright South Carolina sun had failed to lighten.

“It has,” Kim leaned against her friend, resting her head on the brunette’s shoulder. “And we’ll have more fun. The bonfire on the beach tonight. Cooking out on the fire. Singing.”

Pam slid an arm around the shorter girl. “And maybe slipping off by ourselves into the night. Skinny dipping in the ocean and then drying off on a towel spread out where the sand dunes hide us.”

Kim’s eyes twinkled. “Why, whatever would give you the idea of doing anything like that?”

“You would, you sexy girl.” Pam’s fingers brushed over the side of Kim’s breast and the two roommates shared a look that promised each other that night would be memorable. As indeed it would turn out to be, although not quite in the way they had imagined.

They spent the day cleaning the house, top to bottom. The entire group was determined to leave the place spotless, indeed, cleaner and in better condition than they had found it. Brian turned out to be a fair carpenter, having learned from his dad, and repaired loose shingles and a sticking door while the other guys cut the grass, hauled off the garbage and assisted the girls as they scrubbed the house. At least twice Pam and Kim misplaced one of the couples that had formed over the days spent here. Once they discovered the whereabouts of a missing pair but judging from the sounds coming from behind the closed doors Stan and Laurie were in no need of being found. In fact, the roommates took advantage of the time alone to do some kissing and touching of their own.

As the shadows began to lengthen the group headed down to the fire pit. A fire was kindled and hamburgers and hotdogs were cooked on an old metal grill the girls had done their best to clean. There was much laughter when an occasional errant item fell into the fire. But there was plenty for everyone, including several wandering beachcombers who stopped by and were invited to stay.

For a while after supper they built the fire high and danced around it, watching the leaping flames through their shadows across the sand. Eventually the wine they all shared began to take it effect and they settled down onto blankets spread around the fire. The flames slowly dies, turning into coals. The sound of the surf seemed to blend with their singing as Brian again hauled out his guitar and the songs of the era floated down the beach and into the night.

Pam and Kim were snuggled on one blanket, together as they usually were. Pam was sitting up with her legs folded and Kim was laying back into her lap. One or two of the people who had been enticed by the smell of supper had looked a bit sideways at the two girls who had started the evening by holding hands before progressing to their present position.

The roommates thought it was funny. Neither was a lesbian. They had discovered their mutual attraction to each other one night over a year and a half ago but they thoroughly enjoyed the company of both guys and other females. They cared for each other but neither expected anything would continue past the end of their college years except for a deep friendship they both swore would never end. So sometimes they overdid their public affection but it was just for fun. When one passing couple had pointedly stared at their intertwined fingers Pam had leaned over and kissed Kim deeply. They could barely smother their giggling when the other couple bolted without finishing their free supper.

Not that they weren’t planning on spending some time together tonight doing some serious and happy exploration of each other’s bodies. The pair settled back into the flickering shadows and fingers began to wander. Kim’s hands slid up and down firm runner’s thighs and the other girl brushed black hair away from a neck that seemed just perfect for nibbling. Then two hearty voices called “Hello” and the pair looked up to see two familiar figures enter the ring of light.

“Dennis! George!” The girls’ words tripped over each other as they rose to greet the two new arrivals. Dennis stood there with escort başakşehir a shy look on his face while George moved hesitantly towards Kim, who was greeting him with a warm smile. The duo crossed to the young men they had met and spent a memorable night with at a Chess Club tournament in the State Capital back during the winter. Pam had occasionally dated Dennis, who had blossomed into a much more self-confident guy. Similarly, George and Pam had gone out several times. Neither girl had shared the specifics of exactly what went on during those dates, but they had each always returned with smiles on their faces.

Hugs were exchanged and friendly kisses. After a search for another blanket the foursome returned to the circle around the fire, joining the other already paired couples.

“So what are you all doing here?” inquired Pam. “Not that we’re not happy to see you but it is a surprise.” She and Dennis settled down on one blanket. George and Kim had already occupied the other one. Pam noted with a hidden grin that George’s arms were already wrapped around the young Canadian cheerleader. There was more there than either one of them was admitting.

“Actually Kim had mentioned this trip to us back when you all were first planning it. Neither of us could come as we’re both working for the summer but she DID say to drop by if we had the chance.”

“Well,” Smiled Pam. “I’m glad you all had the chance.” She gave Kim an amused look. “Of course you could have mentioned it to me.”

“I did,” Kim’s eyes twinkled. “But you were studying so hard that evening that you might not have been paying attention.”

Pam’s eyes twinkled in return. The brunette Theatre Arts major didn’t do much studying in the room as most of her courses were hands-on type ones. “Studying” referred to activities the two girls did when they were sharing the same bed.

“I must have been distracted. Anyway,” Pam leaned back against Dennis, “I’m glad you all made it.”

Pam WAS glad that Dennis and George had made it. She truly liked the shy chess player who had come more and more out of his shell since the two of them had spent a night together back during the winter. He was a very nice guy and she enjoyed his company. He didn’t act all possessive, he was interesting and intelligent and if she had been thinking about settling down any time soon he would be high on the list of prospective husbands.

The enlarged group sang a few more songs then settled down to quietly watch the fire subside into glowing coals. Conversation died away to nothing more than soft murmurs. Couples began to drift away from the fire. David Woods, the leader of the group and his girlfriend Beth had volunteered to stay till the fire was completely out so no one needed to worry about leaving.

That included Pam and Dennis and Kim and George. The first pair scooped up their blanket and disappeared into the dunes. The latter two smiled at each other and rose themselves, George folding the blanket and tucking it under one arm. Taking their time, they strolled down the beach. Almost surprising both of them, Kim impulsively reached out and took George’s hand. Fingers laced and he gave her hand a squeeze.

They walked along the shore for a while, enjoying the night air. They chatted quietly, not wanting to disturb the calm around them broken only by the incoming waves. After an indeterminate amount of time they reversed course and retraced their route until they could see the dull glow of the dying fire.

Kim shivered a bit in the breeze.

“Cold?” George started to unfold the blanket. She stopped him with a hand on his arm.

“A little, but I can think of a better use for that blanket and a better way to warm up.” Standing on her toes she kissed the taller young man. He wrapped one arm around her and returned her kiss. In fact, he wrapped his arms, blanket and all, around her and lifted her from her feet before carrying her into the solitude of the dunes.

There was one moment when the spell tried to break. George’s foot caught a trailing edge of the blanket and the couple nearly toppled to the sand. He caught himself though. Lowering Kim, he snapped the blanket open and drew her against him. They kissed again and slid down to lay against each other. The kisses were gentle at first, as were the exploring fingers. The passion flared between them that they had felt at their first meeting and then they were all over each other.

It took only moments for the pair to rid themselves of their clothing. George rolled onto his back and pulled Kim on top of him. His mouth istanbul escort bayanları fastened onto one firm small breast. One hand cupped the free breast while the other danced down her back and ran over her tight ass.

For her part, the cheerleader reached down and between them. She hand found his hard shaft and encircled it. She slid her hand gently up and down, urging him to thicken even more than he already was. Rearing up, she ignored the muffled protests as George lost his grip on her breasts. She straddled the young man under her and guided his cock between her labia and into her opening. She settled down, allowing him to slowly slide up inside her already wet pussy.

“Mmmmmm,” Kim moaned softly.

“Mmmmmm, indeed,” replied George. His hands settled on her hips and his eyes fastened onto her breasts, where her hands rested now in place of his. He watched as she began to run her fingers over her smooth little orbs, paying particular attention to the hard pink nipples. He watched as her eyes closed briefly and those same fingers began to pull and roll the nubbins.

Kim leaned back slightly, pulling her nipples as she began to bounce a little on George’s cock. Just a little at first, her movements became a bit faster but stayed steady, increasing how far she slid up and down on the shaft inside of her. She tried to keep her rises and falls in time with the strumming of her fingers on the hard points of her breasts. George simply held her, allowing her to set the pace.

From her position on top of George, Kim’s ears caught a low but familiar moan from not far away. Tearing her eyes for a moment from the man she was aside, the black-haired coed looked to her right. All she could see in the moonlight was a familiar pair of feet and a bit of two shapely calves. Since those feet were waving in the air with the toes pointed towards the sky, Kim easily deduced that Dennis was probably on top of her roommate and that Pam was having a very good time herself. Then George caught her by her hips and began to bounce her up and down on his cock and Kim forgot all about whatever Pam might be doing.

Pam was doing just fine. When she and Dennis slipped off they had walked hand in hand through ankle deep water, saying nothing, just enjoying the night sounds and the surf splashing around them. When they had walked their fill they turned toward the sand dunes. Finding a tidy spot out of the evening breeze they spread the blanket Dennis had carried. He sat down and she snuggled beside him on her knees with her legs under her.

Dennis gently ran his fingers over Pam’s face before he leaned forward and kissed her. She opened her mouth to him and those gentle fingers slid down her sides, catching the hem of her short and pulling it up and over her head. They kissed again and the chess player took the runner’s pointed breasts into his hands, cupping them and stroking the nipples, as she had taught him the first time they had made love. Their tongues explored each other’s mouths again.

Pam’s hands fumbled at the young man’s waist and he rose to his own knees, allowing her freer access to his shorts. He returned the gesture, unfastening her cut-off jeans and pushing them off her trim hips. She got his belt open and his shorts unzipped about the same time. He caught her up in his arms and stretched her out on the blanket. Pam lifted her hips and Dennis slid her shorts and panties down her long slender legs.

“You are so beautiful. And,” Dennis leaned over, lifted Pam’s leg and ran his tongue along the smooth skin, “You have the sexiest legs I’ve ever seen.” His licks became kisses and then Pam was quivering as her chess master’s mouth fastened itself onto her pussy. She spread her legs wide and drew them up, planting her feet on the blanket. His tongue slid inside her and his hands crept up her flat tummy.

“Oh Dennis,” breathed Pam happily as the young man’s hands covered her breasts. His fingers gently explored them, his fingertips tapping the nipples back into the smooth firmness. His tongue danced in and out of the young athlete’s pussy, now burrowing into her, now parting her wet curls and lapping up and down her open slit. He paused and kissed the inside of each thigh, licked there and then replanted his mouth onto her pussy.

Pam was trembling. Dennis had not only learned well what she had taught him, he had obviously been practicing. His lips and fingers worked as a team and the brunette girl could feel her body responding and already building towards an orgasm. She briefly debated with herself on letting herself go just as things were but decided escort eyüp she wanted Dennis’ body against her. Reaching down, she caught his arms and tugged.

To her surprise, the young man simply paused, looked up at her and grinned before he returned his attention to her wet and quivering pussy. He was teasing her clit now, rolling it around with his tongue. Pam shook all over. She covered Dennis’ hands with her’s, holding them firmly on her breasts as she muffled a cry of pleasure. Dennis must have sensed she was approaching her threshold, for at exactly the right moment he pinched her nipples and squeezed her clit with his lips. Pam couldn’t have held back, assuming she had the slightest desire to do so, and came in a rush and a loud “Yessssss.”

“That’s better,” Dennis slid up the young athlete’s body, covering her with himself. “NOW we can do what I think you wanted a few minutes ago.”

Pam smothered a grin. She yawned and let her eyes close half-way. “Well, that was then. I don’t know about now. I’m feeling sleepy now after that lovely tongue lashing you gave me. Perhaps I need a nap.”

Dennis’ mouth fell open. Then he spotted the mischief dancing in Pam’s eyes. Giving a mock growl he caught her in his arms. Already dripping between her legs, his cock had no trouble slipping up into her. He braced his arms and began to thrust in and out of her. She rolled her hips up to meet him, her legs pointed towards the night sky.

Kim had forgotten all about Pam’s legs, Pam, Dennis, the campfire, the ocean and the rest of the world. Her world narrowed down to her and George. George had a firm grip on her hips now and was using his arms to help her ride up and down on his straining cock. The young coed was twisting her nipples and arching her back as her legs worked wildly to bounce herself up and down on George. Each time she dropped down on him while he thrust up seemed to reach just a little bit deeper inside the coed. She could feel his head impacting against her soft spot.

The black-haired cheerleader let out a strangled whoop. Unable to resist, she abandoned her right nipple and waved her arm over her head.

“Ride ’em cowgirl!” she gasped.

George laughed under her. The young man shifted position, sitting up with Kim still firmly impaled on his cock. His mouth closed on her breast and his hands gripped her ass. She felt him shudder under her. Gripping lips tugged her nipple and strong fingers dug into her ass cheeks, holding her right down onto him. Kim cried out, making no effort to be quiet now as George flooded her pussy while her own juices flowed over his cock and between them. George fell back and Kim went willingly with him.

The tiny part of her mind that remained detached grinned as she heard a familiar answering yell from another sand dune. Pam was coming too. Good for her and good for Dennis. She snuggled down against George.

The morning sun found the two girls back in their room. It had got a little chilly during the night, too cool to stay on the beach without additional coverings. And as it turned out, the two boys had only time to make a flying visit. Both had summer jobs and had to get back. The foursome had fixed an early breakfast from the little bit of remaining food in the kitchen. Then Pam kissed Dennis and Kim kissed George and the two girls had stumbled upstairs and into their warm bed after they watched the guys drive away. Pam opened one eye well after day break as her friend stirred.

“Good morning, sleepy head.”

Kim stretched like the little cat Pam often thought she was. “Good morning to you too.”

“Did you have a good time last time?”

“Very good indeed.” Pam looked thoughtful. “George really is a lovely guy.” Before Pam could pursue that line of thought, the cheerleader grinned at her. “And Dennis? How is he and how were the two of you?”

“He’s getting even better,” confessed Pam. She giggled. “I think he’s been practicing and not by himself. He certainly hasn’t unlearned any of the things I taught him. He knows how to treat a woman properly. As does George I bet or you wouldn’t be so interested in him.”

“Who says I’m interested in him?” Kim attempted to act nonchalant. Since the dark-haired sweet Canadian girl was as transparent as clear glass, her act failed miserably.

‘Oh, must just be my imagination I guess,” replied Pam.

The two girls rolled out of bed. Kim grabbed a towel, peeked out the door and then headed for the shower, dressed only in the long t-shirt she slept in. Pam watched approvingly at the sight of her roommate’s tight cheerleader butt peeking out from that t-shirt.

A smile tugged at the corners of the brunette’s mouth. Maybe this wasn’t the way she and Kim thought the night before would end, but it had been a lot of fun. And, she glanced at her roommate, who returned her look with twinkling eyes, there still was tonight for that midnight swim and a shared blanket in the sand dunes.

(To Be Concluded)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You escort istanbul mean like sex,” I said

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shall I make a list?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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1

Amy stared at the square black envelope, placed conspicuously on the driver’s seat of her sport utility vehicle. After a quick scan of the faculty parking lot, the twenty-five year old plucked the envelope from its resting place and climbed into the truck, her tailored skirt sliding up her bare legs as she did so. Her heart beating insistently, Amy pulled the slip of paper from the black enclosure.

“Oh, Franklin,” she sighed, reading the familiar script. “What shall I do with you?” Amy glanced at the clock on the dashboard, flicked open her cellular phone, and dialed her husband.

“Daniel, sweetheart?” Amy ran glistening, dark red lipstick across her pursed lips.

“Oh, hi, darling,” Daniel replied, distracted. “I actually meant to call you — I’ll be late tonight.”

She felt a puff of relief. “Oh no, not again, sweetie. It doesn’t seem fair.”

“Well, unless you want your new Range Rover repossessed, I’ve got to stay.”

Amy heard the clicking of keys from his computer. Only the flimsiest of alibis would be required, and so that was what she offered.

“Well, as it turns out, I won’t be home until nine anyway. Holly and I are going to hit the stores to pick up materials for next week’s lesson.”

“O.k., I shouldn’t be much later than that,” he answered, and Amy again heard the chattering of his keyboard. “I’ll call otherwise.”

Liberated, Amy brought her vehicle’s large engine to life, and roared out of the Murray P. Sloan High School parking lot.

2

Unlike many of the abandoned buildings surrounding it, the Lehigh Hotel had at least received something in return for the honor it surrendered long ago. It may not have been prosperity, but it was enough to allow the hotel’s continued operation, which was more than could be said of the fire-blackened movie theatre joined to its north wall, or the gutted department store attached to the south. Compared to these failed structures, the Lehigh’s shabby maroon awnings, faded sign, and intact windows appeared welcoming.

Amy glided past the leering hotel manager, and self-consciously tugged the collar of her blouse together, which although modestly cut, was pulled tight over her full breasts. She hated this ritual inspection by the manager, a fat, balding man whose name she remembered as Lewis. Furthermore, no matter when she was summoned to the hotel, he was there, either reclining on the ripped leather chair behind the desk, or flipping through a magazine, occasionally pornographic.

Feeling the slight blush imposed by escort çapa the manager fading from her cheeks, Amy tapped on the battered door of room 17.

“This afternoon’s entertainment is here,” she announced to Franklin as he swung open the creaking door. Falling into his arms, she detected a trace of the cologne she had recently purchased for him as a birthday gift.

“Mmm, you smell nice, baby,” Amy said softly, craning her neck to look up at him. “And you look nice, too,” she added, stepping back from him and appreciating the way his broad, muscled chest stretched taut his black t-shirt.

“Nice-looking for an old man, right?”

“Forty-seven is not old,” she corrected him, watching him grimace. “You certainly don’t act it.”

“Oh, thanks, that makes me feel a whole lot better,” he laughed, and Amy lightly pulled him by the hand into the dim room. It was illuminated only by the glow of candles, and a sliver of sunlight peeking through a crack in the drawn curtains.

“Four weeks is too long, honey,” he murmured, sliding his hand along the gentle curve of her bottom, still encased in her tight white skirt.

Jokingly, Amy slapped his hand away. “Aren’t you at least going to buy me a drink, sailor?” She reached for the two glasses of champagne already waiting on the end table. Handing him one of the flutes as he sat down on the edge of the bed, Amy took a sip of the lightly bubbling wine. Its chill was delightful, contrasting with the sticky heat of this late-summer day, for which the room’s small, rattling air conditioner was no match.

“Oh my god, this is so good.” She took another, more generous, mouthful. “Tell me this wasn’t expensive, Franklin.”

“Well, I’ve saved up – as you know, we haven’t spent much on hotel bills,” he answered, waving at the cramped, spare room.

She smiled, wondering just how much they had spent on the Lehigh’s consistently miserable rooms during the last seven years. Despite Franklin’s regular pleas to frequent plusher hotels, Amy insisted on their meetings always taking place here. The Lehigh Hotel’s unfortunate location in a desolate corner of the city, a highway and a world away from Amy’s suburban home, was among the reasons. Although she always felt nervous threading her way through the hostile neighborhood ringing the hotel, it was that neighborhood which protected her secret, at least by anyone she knew.

“Oh, I love this song!” Amy gave a quick twist to the volume control of the radio Franklin had brought escort bayan istanbul along, and the suggestive rhythm of a dance track poured out of its speakers. After taking another gulp of champagne, Amy set her glass down, lifted her arms above her head, and began swaying her hips to the music. Franklin leaned back on his elbows, watching Amy’s golden hair cascade down her shoulders as she freed it from its ponytail.

Moving to the pulsing beat of the song, Amy fixed her clear, blue eyes on Franklin, and slowly undid each button on her blouse. As she moved toward him, Amy allowed the open shirt to fall from her, and then lazily slid the thin straps of her white lace brassiere from her shoulders. Franklin reached for her, but Amy twirled away from him, leaving him staring at her back.

“Now, there’s not a bit of patience in you, Mr. Franklin Wainwright, is there?” she scolded him playfully, peering at him over her bare shoulder.

“It is not impatience, my dear,” he replied, amused, “but a profound weakness for you, and I’d like to think of that as a virtue, not a vice.”

“Oh, my mistake,” she laughed, taking a few more steps away from him, and letting the brassiere drop to the carpet. Her large breasts swaying freely, she felt a bit of relief from the room’s warmth as she continued to rhythmically weave through the maze of cheap furniture. As she encountered the wall across from the bed, she stopped and reached behind her, her fingers locating the zipper of her skirt. Her hips undulating to the beat of the music, Amy forced the metal tab of the zipper down. Looking back at Franklin, she gradually wriggled out of the garment’s clinging fabric, leaving her body adorned only by the delicate strip of a white thong, and her heeled sandals.

“You are magnificent, Amy. You don’t know how I’ve missed you.”

“Why, thank you.” Spurred by his compliment, Amy turned and sauntered toward him, permitting him ample time to take in the gentle curves of her body in the flickering, amber candlelight. “Please tell me, darling,” she inquired, climbing on the bed to straddle him where he sat, “what is it that you missed so much?”

His dark, brown eyes twinkled. “Everything, my dear. Although,” he continued, inhaling deeply as he brushed his lips across her neck, “there are some things that I missed more than others.”

“Oh, is that so?” Amy ran her fingers through his thick, flowing hair, gently guiding him to her breasts.

Franklin brought his mouth to her nipple, and lightly escort etiler flicked it with the tip of his tongue. “Exquisite,” he whispered, looking up at her as he began to suck insistently on the hardening nub. His hand reached up to cradle her other breast, his thumb and index finger occasionally pinching its engorged nipple.

Amy let her head fall back, enchanted by the sensations washing over her. There was the calming fog of the champagne, peeling each of the day’s concerns from her. The scent of jasmine being released from the candles sprinkled across the room. And the soothing repetition of the music’s beat. Even the heat of the room, it seemed, had opened the pores of her skin, magnifying the intensity of each of her lover’s kisses, nibbles, and caresses.

Dreamily, Amy slid her hand down to tug at the zipper of his pants.

“Mmm, how’s my big boy?” she asked softly, reaching in and wrapping her fingers around the familiar width of his penis. Pleased that he was already hard, she gingerly extracted the thick shaft, and sank to her knees.

“He’s desperately hungry for you, dear Amy,” Franklin rasped, slowly leaning back on the bed.

“No,” she replied, pausing to moisten her lips, “I’m the one who’s hungry, darling.”

Amy grasped his erection by the base to steady it, and swiftly pushed all she could into her mouth. She delighted in Franklin’s gasp as she began to roughly pump the oversized member in and out of her soft lips. Although Amy tried to slow down — she had meant to tease him, torture him — she couldn’t stop herself. Franklin seemed to sense it, and with his hand, gathered up her flailing hair into a makeshift ponytail and used it to force her head up and down his length.

After only a few moments, Amy heard his breathing change to a jagged series of quick huffs, and felt his large body shift. Pulling him from her mouth with a noisy slurp, Amy looked up at him.

“Let me have it, darling. Do it in my mouth.”

Amy glanced down at the swollen penis aggressively pulsing in her hand, admiring it. Impatiently, Franklin grabbed the back of her head, and plowed the wedge deep into her mouth. After only a few, short strokes, the muscles in his 225-pound frame tensed, and soon Amy felt spurt after spurt of his warm, syrupy liquid sprinkling her tongue. She began sucking, her lips hugging his skin, while her hand vigorously milked the twitching shaft. Amy held on tightly, not wanting the slippery, thrusting cock to escape her mouth until she had subdued it.

After a moment, when Amy was convinced that she had coaxed the last of his ejaculate from him, she stood up, and slowly ran her tongue across her glistening lips.

“There’s more where that came from, isn’t there, baby?” she asked sweetly, sliding her panties down her tanned legs and onto the floor.

-Continued in Part Two-

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