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After the masturbation sessions ended the pungent aroma of our vaginal fluids and semen filled the air in the room. It was like an aphrodisiac, which only heightened everyone’s desire for more sex.

So much so we all doubled up on the mattresses in the middle of the room. We were so close to one another you could easily touch or fondle the person(s) next to you.

Bob and I paired up, but with Debbie being the odd person out I asked if she would like to join me with Bob. No way was I going to allow her to be left out of the action, or to wait her turn. She was thrilled by the offer, especially since earlier she was stroking Bob’s cock prior to the masturbation sessions. While I wasn’t sure, I assumed she was attracted to his long 8 inch dick.

Bob and Walter had the longest cocks of the four men participating in the orgy. Both a good 8 inches when fully erect, although Bob’s is slightly larger in girth. Bill and David have more modest length dicks at 6 and 5 inches respectively. Although David wins hands down for having the fattest cock by a good half inch or more in diameter. His cock might be short, but what it lacks in length it makes up for in girth.

Debbie like me has pretty feet and since Bob has a foot fetish I figured he would love the opportunity to suck our toes. Which he didn’t hesitate to do after I suggested it. He took one foot each of ours in-hand and began sucking our toes together. For someone that loves pretty feet as much as Bob, he must have thought he died and went to Heaven.

For a while he continued to suck both our toes together before resorting to doing one foot at a time. And once again Bob sucked my big toe as though it was a small cock. No doubt in my mind he would be excellent at cock sucking if he so desired.

By the time he had his fill of slobbering over our feet and toes his cock was rip roaring hard. When Debbie saw it throbbing the way it was she couldn’t resist taking it in her mouth. And in spite of Debbie not being in the sword swallowing class of cock suckers she still took a good two thirds of his 8 inch dick in her mouth and partially down her throat. In spite of Debbie being a small woman, almost petite, she was no slouch when it came to engulfing Bob’s cock and it was a pleasure watching her suck dick with her mouth stretched around it. Not forgetting how good it must have felt for Bob being on the receiving end of such a tight lip lock.

Watching another woman suck cock is a big turn-on for me. Especially someone as attractive and talented as Debbie. So much so I was oozing a steady flow of pussy juice from watching. As much as I was enjoying the show I couldn’t resist the urge to dine on Debbie’s asshole and cunt. With both openly revealed because of her ass raised like it was while bent over sucking Bob’s cock was simply too inviting to ignore.

When we first met during our last foursome with David and Cindy I was curious how Debbie would taste, but didn’t get a chance. Mostly because Walter and David couldn’t keep their hands off of her at the time. Now I could, and wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity.

When she first felt my hot breath and tongue on her anus she let out a loud squeal in spite of having a mouth full of cock. The squeal was probably from a combination of being surprised and the pleasure of how my tongue felt licking her bumhole unexpectedly.

As I mentioned gaziantep escort bayan ilanları before, in spite of Debbie’s small stature she has a large anus. One that could never be described as a “rosebud”, but still has nicely defined anal ridges. An all but flawless anus for her age that is visually almost perfect. It’s also nearly hairless in spite of Debbie having a hairy pubic mound.

First I licked and lapped her anus in circles, then in an up & down motion. All while enjoying the feel of her prominent anal ridges with the tip of my tongue, after which I inserted deeply as I could in her bumhole. An easy task because of her relatively large anal orifice. After some serious tongue fucking of her anus I licked her perineum before moving down to her cunt. Once I did I gently sucked her labia before attacking her pussy with very long and broad tongue strokes. While I was, Debbie was frantically fingering her clit and moaning non-stop as she continued to suck Bob’s cock. Debbie most definitely could chew gum and walk at the same time.

It didn’t take long for Debbie to have Bob on the verge of cumming. Actually I’m surprised he lasted as long as he did since Debbie is that good at sucking cock…at least from my observation. While Bob initially was lying flat on his back with Debbie between his legs he suddenly raised partially upright and took Debbie’s head in both hands. When he did he pulled her down on his cock as far as her throat would allow before shooting one cum stream after another up into her throat.

In spite of him cumming a short time earlier it still seemed like a big cumload from the number of times he groaned and twitched. But Debbie took it all like a pro. She swallowed nearly every drop with only a small dribble or two of semen escaping from her mouth.

Once Debbie sucked Bob dry and his semi-limp dick slipped out of her mouth she focused her attention on rubbing her clit while I continued lapping her vagina and anal crevice. Then without warning she orgasmed. When she did a huge flow of pussy juice gushed out all over my face. Literally soaked me, but it tasted delicious as I lapped up what I could.

Debbie squealed and screamed as she orgasmed and shook so hard I thought she was having a fit. Then she went limp as a wet piece of spaghetti and literally collapsed face down on the mattress.

When she recovered from her orgasm she got on her knees and kissed me passionately while probing my mouth with her tongue.

She then broke away and said…”I can’t thank you enough Lacey, for the way you licked and lapped my pussy and asshole like you did. It felt simply incredible and I hope to get the chance to return the favor sometime soon.”

“Actually it was my pleasure Debbie.”…I replied. “I was wondering how good you would taste and so you’ll know, I wasn’t disappointed. And if you eat pussy as good as you suck cock I can’t wait for you to return the favor.”

At that point we both realized on each side of us some serious ass-fucking was taking place. Walter on the left was doing Cindy with his long cock while on the right David was slamming his short fat dick in & out of Rita’s ass.

Something I enjoy watching even more than another woman sucking cock is someone getting fucked in the ass. Especially if it’s by my husband gaziantep eskort bayan Walter since from my perspective he’s the best ass-fucker there is. For me it’s quite a treat to watch Walter slide his long 8 inch dick in & out of another woman’s asshole. Especially since after a good blow job I know there’s nothing Walter enjoys more than anal intercourse. Plus the fact I know how good his cock feels doing one’s bumhole. All part of the voyeur thing I mentioned in Pt. 1 of this series.

The four of them must have been fucking anally for a while as both Cindy and Rita would let out a loud moan each time Walter and David plowed their cocks deep into their asses on every forward thrust. Walter and David couldn’t have been more different when it comes to bum-fucking. Walter is more deliberate with long steady in & out and strokes while David bum-fucks like a jack hammer once he gets going. Having been on the receiving end of both I can attest to the fact the effect on you can be dramatically different. There was no doubt in my mind Cindy was getting the better ass-fucking of the two.

Suddenly Walter let out a loud groan and drove his cock deep as he could in Cindy’s bum. When he did he all but exploded in her rectum with multiple streams of hot cum. Shortly after David duplicated the same scenario in Rita’s ass by flooding it with his hot cumload.

As they did both Cindy and Rita orgasmed, but it was easy to tell Cindy’s was more pleasurable, and as a result more intense. While I might have been wrong, it almost seemed like Rita was glad it was over because of the way David pounded away in her ass. Her bum cheeks were probably sore from it. Despite that, she along with Cindy both let loose with a flood of pussy juice.

When Walter and David withdrew their slowly shrinking cocks they left Cindy and Rita with large anal gapes. Rita more so because of David’s much fatter cock. Of which ever so slowly both cumloads flowed out and down their pussies and onto the mattress.

At that point the only two still going at it were Bill and Lois, who were in a 69 position with Lois on top. The rest of us gathered around to watched as Lois expertly deep throated Bill’s cock. Near perfection the way she literally slithered up and down on his dick. On the downward head motion she would take Bill’s entire cock deep in her mouth. On the upward direction all but Bill’s cockhead would appear exposing his saliva soaked cock shaft. Apparently she’d been sucking his cock for a while as Bill’s pubic hair at the base of his cock was drenched with it.

When it comes to sucking cock Lois is definitely at the top of the class. Although Cindy and Rita can deep throat comfortably, no way can they take a cock so deeply and easily as Lois does. As for Debbie and I, taking anything longer than 6 inches in our mouths is challenging, and not something either of us can do routinely. Rarely can I take all of hubbie’s 8 inch dick in my mouth and throat. Just too long of a cock for me. But when I have managed to it’s only for a brief moment or two.

In the mean time Bill was going to town on Lois’s pussy and clit while fingering her asshole. Just as we were enjoying the show Bill started to hump Lois’s mouth. A sure sign he was about to cum. Shortly after he lifted his ass off the mattress at which time Lois took his gaziantep bayan escort cock nose deep and held it firmly in her mouth. As she did Bill ejaculated and shot one cum stream after another deep into her throat.

Very often when I suck Walter’s cock, as soon as he explodes in my mouth I orgasm. Doesn’t matter if he’s stimulating my pussy or clit at the time. The thrill of him cumming in my mouth has an effect on me that’s hard to describe. Same thing with Lois who gushed all over Bill’s face when she did. While Lois never lost a drop of Bill’s cumload she literally soaked Bill with hers.

We all gave Bill and Lois a big round of applause when they both cummed. As I’ve mentioned before, when it comes to sucking cock Lois is the best and a pleasure to watch as she does. A true cock sucking super star that would put Linda Lovelace to shame.

We all then retreated to the surrounding sofas and easy chairs to rest before a few of us cleaned up any semen and vaginal fluids off the mattresses as best we could.

Once we were done it was time for another round of drinks and some snacks, which Bill and Rita were kind enough to provide. While resting we realized it was getting late. When we did we strategized on what would be a good way to end an already fulfilling evening in many ways. After a long discussion we collectively agreed a great way to end the festivities would be to have separate cock sucking and pussy eating contests. I know, sounds like a nutty idea, but we wanted to end the evening in an entertaining way for everyone. Not that we hadn’t had fun up to that point.

First up would be the pussy eating contest. And to make things interesting we decided that one of us would get the pleasure of having her pussy eaten by one of us other girls. The intent was to see if a woman could induce another woman to orgasm faster than any of the men. I figured it was given, but you never know since from my experience three of the four were pretty darn good when it came to eating pussy. Unfortunately as a result, one of the men would be left out of the action, which Walter was kind enough to volunteer to be excluded.

As for the cock sucking contest, since there was five women and only four men, one of us ladies would obviously have to take a rain check. Since my husband Walter opted out of the pussy eating contest, I volunteered to forego participating in the cock sucking one. Which was perfectly fine with me since as I mentioned before I’m quite the voyeur and would enjoy watching the other ladies sucking cock all collectively.

To make things interesting and as a way to provide a little incentive for everyone, not that it was needed, Bill was kind enough to offer $150.00 dinners-for-two at a local Italian restaurant for the winner of each contest. So you’ll know, Bill has a small financial interest in the restaurant so it wasn’t an out-of-pocket expense for him. But it still was a generous gesture.

The winners being defined as the person that gets their partner to orgasm and ejaculate first. And to insure we could see who ejaculated first relative to the cocking sucking contest the men had to ejaculate on the face of who ever was sucking their cock. That way there would be no dispute about who cummed first if two should do so at the same moment since we could clearly see who let loose with their cumload first. Down to the nano second. To put it less delicately…the person who’s face got splattered first with a shot of cum was the winner.

Once all the ground rules were established we decided to have a drawing as a way to match-up competing couples. First we drew names to see who would do who as far as the pussy eating contest. Once that contest was over we would then draw names for the cock sucking one.

To be continued…

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Mike and Susan were twins. They were now eighteen years old and would be graduating from High School in the spring. Mike and Susan got along reasonable well and would tell each other secrets. Susan had become interested in boys during the early High School years. She and her girl friends often talked about boys and sex. The boys also discussed sex and speculated what it would be like to have sex with girls. Mike was rather shy when it came to girls, but had learned to masturbate.

The family lived on a mostly wooded country forty acres. Mike and Susan often roamed through the woods for privacy to share their thoughts. By the time they were in High School, Susan started to be very receptive to talk about sex with Mike, although a little shy.

One day while they were sitting in a secluded spot in the woods, they got around to talk about sex again. She said her girl friends were curious about sex and some of them had already lost their virginity. She told Mike she was a virgin and expected to stay that way, although she was very curious to experience sex. She especially liked a boy named Don at school. Mike told her he had seen Don’s cock and it was big. She commented she had never seen a man’s cock as yet.

Because they were talking about sex, Mike now had a hard one bulging in his pants. He noticed Susan glance down at his crotch as he was trying to hide his embarrassment. Then he thought, maybe she would like to see his.

During the past years, she had always avoided letting him see her naked and she acted as if she had no interest in seeing him naked. But now she was curious about sex. Mike put his hand down to his crotch as her eyes followed his hand. Maybe she wanted to see his.

He rolled onto his back to unzip his jeans, then released his cock from his shorts and let it pop out in front of her. She looked a little embarrassed, but stared at it. He then slowly moved his hand up and down a couple of times. He asked if she wanted to do it. She shrank back and said no, but continued to look. She said they had better get back to the house.

After that encounter, Mike noticed Susan glanced at his crotch now and then. One evening Mike was in her room just before going to bed. Mom and Dad were away for the evening. Mike and Susan were both dressed in pajamas. The subject of sex came up and as a result his hard one was pushing out his pajamas. He was not trying to hide it this time because he thought she might like to see it again now that they had some privacy at home.

Susan said, “My girl friends have been talking about boy’s cocks. Julie said she stripped nearly naked with her boyfriend and held his cock. She got her hand all gooey. How did that happen?”

Mike then let his hard cock out the front of his pajamas. He walked up to her where she was sitting on the side of the bed.

“Would you like to hold it and see how it feels?” She was hesitant, but put her hand around it.

“Now squeeze it a little and move your hand back and forth”

This was the first time a girl had held his cock and it really turned him on. It usually took Mike a while to cum when he masturbates. Suddenly, he started cumming. It surprised him that he had cum so quick and it shocked her as the first couple of spurts hit her face and neck. She turned loose and jumped back. Later she told him she didn’t know what to expect, but had no idea it would squirt out in long spurts. She went into the hall bathroom where Mike helped her clean up. He ask if he could see her pussy. She shyly said, “No”.

The next day while Mike and Susan were walking to school, he commented about her surprise at shooting on her. She said it was interesting and she now had something to tell her girl friends.

Mike asked her, “You told me Julie allowed her boyfriend to get nearly naked with her and her hand got gooey when she felt cock. I would like to have a chance to meet her in private, too. Do you think there is a chance for me?” She said she would ask Julie.

That evening when they were walking home from school, Susan said, “Julie likes you. I told her what happened in my bedroom last night. She was curious about how far you spurted. That didn’t happen with her boyfriend. I am supposed to call her after dinner to see if her parents will let her come to our house this evening to study.”

Mike was excited to think Julie would hold his cock. Maybe she would let him feel her pussy. Susan won’t let him touch hers. Julie called Susan to say she could come over after dinner.

When Julie arrived, they told Mom and Dad they were studying for a test. The three went up to Susan’s room and shut the door. They talked about sex and Julie again told about holding her boyfriend’s cock and getting her hand all gooey. By that time, Mike had a raging hard on. He stood up, unzipped his jeans and let it stick straight out. Both girls looked at it and giggled. Susan stayed sitting on the bed while Julie moved up to take it in her hand.

Julie said, “That feels just like my boyfriend’s cock. gaziantep olgun escort bayan When will it spurt?”

Mike told Susan to get a towel so it would not mess up the floor. Susan warned Julie to not be directly in front of him. Mike told Julie to move her hand back and forth. He could feel he was about ready to cum. His knees got weak as it started spurting, several long spurts with some of it hitting the towel. Julie held on to continue moving her hand back and forth. Both girls giggled in delight as they watched Mike cum. He picked up the towel to clean himself, then zipped back up and everyone sat on the bed.

Mike looked at Julie, “My shy sister won’t let me look at or feel her pussy, maybe you will let me see yours.”

Julie smiled, “I don’t see anything wrong with that, I’ll let you see mine.”

Julie then sat on the bed to take off her jeans. Mike watched as her panties came into view. Then she slipped her panties down her legs and stepped out of them.

“I have never done this in the light for my boyfriend as yet. You are the first boy to see me like this.”

Mike suggested she lie down on her back on the bed, then spread her legs for a better view. When she reclined as suggested, she put her fingers on her pussy. She spread her pussy lips for Mike to see, then inserted a finger.

His cock nearly burst through his jeans. He took it out and stood near Julie. Susan put her hand on his cock and moved it back and forth causing him to shoot several long spurts over on the bed and on to Julie’s body. Susan said they should get dressed just in case Mom or Dad knocked on the door.

Julie’s visit that night was a learning experience for Mike. He had never seen a girl’s pussy lips being spread and a finger inserted. The next day, Susan commented it was a new experience for her, too.

As the last few weeks went by before graduation, Susan and Mike often found time to be alone. Mom and Dad went out now and then leaving then alone in the house. Also, they went to the wooded area of the farm for privacy. They would talk about sex and she would jack him off.

One day when they were in the woods, Mike said, “You see my cock all the time. It’s not fair because you won’t let me see or touch your pussy. Let me play with you.” His sister agreed.

They sat in the usual grassy spot for her to take off her jeans and panties. She spread her legs the same way Julie had, then he touched her pussy lips. The boys had told him he should kiss a girl’s nipples. He moved his hand up under his sister’s blouse to feel her breasts. He took his buddies’ suggestion and kissed her nipples. She started breathing irregular.

He asked her, “Is there something wrong?

She responded, “No, nothing is wrong. Do it some more. Suck on them.”

At school, Mike had always wanted to kiss a girl, but never had the courage. He thought about kissing his sister on the lips right now, but she was his sister and never had any desire to kiss her in the past. He decided to continue kissing and sucking her nipples.

The Senior Prom was at hand. Mike dressed, then went to pick up his date. Susan was thrilled to have a date with Don for the prom. The prom was very successful and everyone had a good time. It was well after midnight when both Mike and Susan were home preparing for bed. Their mother got out of bed to welcome them home, then she went back to bed.

The house was very quite, but Mike couldn’t sleep. He got up to notice a light shining underneath his sister’s bedroom door. He lightly knock on her door. She invited him in to sit on the bed with her. They mostly whispered so that they would not wake their parents. Their parents master bedroom was downstairs while Mike and Susan had the two bedrooms upstairs. It was not likely their parents would hear them.

Mike said, “Sis, you had a date with Don tonight. Did you feel his big cock?”

“Yes, his cock is bigger than yours. He wanted to feel my pussy. I did let him feel between my legs, but I had my panties on. We kissed a lot. He wanted to do more, but I resisted. I finally jacked him off, then he brought me home.”

“We had some more sexy kisses before he walked me to the door. Don had me so sexily excited by the time he brought me home that it is difficult for me to settle down and go to sleep. I’m glad you knocked on my door.”

“My boyfriends kiss me on the mouth, but you have never kissed me. Kisses can sure be good to make us feel sexy.”

Mike had never thought about kissing his sister, but agreed. He moved his hands up under her pajama top to feel her breasts. He kissed her nipples, then moved up to her mouth. He gave her a brother sister type kiss.

She said, “No, that isn’t the way to do it. We have to part our lips and touch tongues..”

After sharing a few sexy kisses, Mike’s cock was very hard. “Sis, I agree with you. I like to kiss you like this.”

They stripped off their pajamas and hugged. gaziantep oral yapan escort bayan He continued to kiss her lips and nipples. She reached for his hard cock. Mike thought she was going to jack him off as usual.

Susan said, “Julie was telling me about the sexy thing she and her boyfriend are doing. She takes his hard cock in her mouth.”

Mike had heard about that and saw some pictures on the internet. He said, “Go ahead and do it.”

She took the head of Mike’s cock in her mouth. He knew he was going to cum fast because it felt so good. When he started cumming, she raised her head off his cock letting him shoot in the air, but some of it hit her face. She didn’t seem to mind. Mike played with her pussy.

Susan then whispered, “Something else Julie told me. Her boyfriend licks her pussy. He lies on the bottom while she is turned around and lies on top of him. He called it a six nine position.”

Mike had heard of a six nine position but never knew what it meant. He laid on his back so Susan could position herself on top of him. The light was still on and now he could see Susan’s pussy and ass at very close range. He started licking her pussy. She told him to suck on the little button, too. Mike shot another load in her mouth, but this time she kept her mouth on his cock. He continued to lick his sister’s pussy and suck on the little button. It wasn’t long before he heard Susan gasp and groan and he wondered what was the matter. Mike asked her if she was alright, but she didn’t answer right away.

When they sat up she said she wanted to explain. “I just had an orgasm, the first one I’ve had with you. When I am by myself, I play with the little button I asked you to kiss, then I have an orgasm. That little button is called a clit.”

Up until that time, Mike didn’t know girls had orgasms. He didn’t know about their little button and never heard of a clit before. She was teaching him a lot about girls. He would tell his buddies at school about a girls clit and their orgasms. But, he didn’t want to tell them he learned it from his sister.

Mike asked her, “What do you do when you are out with a boyfriend?”

“We just have tongue touching kisses, nothing else. I won’t let anyone touch my pussy except you. You are my brother and we are learning together. I know some of my girl friends are allowing their boyfriends to put their cocks in them, but I’m afraid of getting a baby. If you would get some condoms, we might try it. Both of us can then learn.”

Mike had always thought in the back of his mind that he wanted to fuck his sister or another girl, but was satisfied by letting Susan jack him off.

It was easy to get condoms. Mike was in the men’s room at the shopping center, and after inserting coins, had a supply of condoms.

It wasn’t but a few days later that Mike and Susan were alone in the house. He retrieved the condoms from their hiding place and went to Susan’s room. He showed them to her. Mike unwrapped one, took his cock out and Susan watched him roll it on. One of her girl friends had showed her one in the package, but this was the first time she had seen one on a cock.

They quickly shed their clothes and laid on the bed. They kissed several times, then laid in a six nine position to get really sexed up. Mike then turned around to move up on top of her as she laid on her back. They continued kissing while she moved one hand down to aim his cock. She was juicy but the condom was dry.

At that time, they had not heard of KY jelly. Mike continued to work back and forth going a little deeper each time. Finally, his balls were resting on his sister’s ass. This was a first time for Susan to have a cock in her and Mike’s first time, too. They were learning together.

She started bucking underneath him as he pulled back to ram forward. They both gasp and cried out as they shared their first orgasms in this manner. They laid still for awhile in the afterglow while kissing some more. He thought, sometime ago, he didn’t even want to kiss his sister, now he enjoyed their kisses and much much more.

Both Susan and Mike were going to attend the local community college in the fall. They had all summer to do odd jobs and have fun.

Susan had arranged to obtain birth control pills. As the days went by, they had learned to have sex in different positions. Mike had not dated very much because he was getting all the sex he wanted from his sister. Susan dated some, but played the field.

Susan told her brother she allowed her date to feel her breasts through her blouse while they kissed. Her date would get all sexed up and want her to get in the back seat. She refused, but would jack him off sometimes while parked in the driveway before he walked her to the door. Then she would come upstairs and get in bed with Mike if her parents were sound asleep downstairs. Mike would satisfy her sexual needs.

A family catastrophe occurred that gaziantep otele gelen escort bayan summer before college started.. Dad was killed in an auto accident. After the funeral was over, Mike asked Mom if there was enough money to survive. She assured him that dad had plenty of life insurance and the company provided a good widow’s pension. There was sufficient money for Mike and Susan to attend college.

Mike’s mom noticed that he was rarely dating. She didn’t know he was getting all the sex he wanted with his sister at home. She wanted to talk to him one afternoon. She invited him into her bedroom and shut the door so that Susan would not hear the conversation.

She said, “Son, I’ve noticed you don’t go out with the girls. I know your Dad did not talk to you about the birds and bees, so guess it is my job. Maybe you are just too shy around girls and need to learn what to do.”

Mike thought, if she only knew that he and Susan have sex in many different positions, but he couldn’t tell her that. He’ll just let her think she is teaching him.

“Son, when you date a girl, you should be a gentleman and treat her like a lady. She will like you for that and respond to your kisses with affection. However, some girls will be willing to have sex with you, but be careful. There are diseases out there and she might get pregnant. That’s what I want to teach you about. Always use a condom. Now they may be a little dry, but the girl should be able to lubricated herself.”

Mike looked quizzically at his Mom and just about laughed at her explanation.

She continued, “I assume you have never seen or felt between a girls legs before, so you will need to know a little about what to do. If you do have sex, you should know about a girls vagina.”

She tried to explain about a girls pussy and her clit. She used her hands to try showing Mike how pussy lips looked and where the hole is. She became flustered in her explanation and said, “Wait a minute and I’ll show you.”

She unzipped her jeans, moved them down over her hips and sat on the edge of the bed. She told Mike to pull them down her legs and off. Then she moved her panties down and kicked them off her feet.

She said, “I know when you were little, you and Susan took showers with me and Dad. We wanted it that way so that you and Susan would grow up to know what girls and boys looked like. I don’t mind showing you right now what is between a girls legs. Look, then take your hands and feel.”

She laid back on the bed and spread her legs. Mike put his hand at Mom’s crotch to slowly feel her pussy and ass. It felt about the same as Susan’s pussy and ass, although her butt was bigger.

She continued, “Feel the little button or clit at the upper part of my vagina.”

Mike felt and rubbed it a little bit. With his experience with Susan, he was rubbing it just right to make Mom feel good. She started getting a little flushed and guided his hand to assist in massaging her clit. Evidently, she realized she was enjoying her son too much and abruptly took his hand away.

She said, “You learn fast. But wait, let me show you more. Now if you’ll look closely, you will see a tiny hole, that is where I urinate.”

I looked at her finger where she was pointing. Susan had never shown me this, so I was learning something new. I now had a question, “It looks so small, can you really pee out of that little hole?”

“Yes, it is easy. I need to pee right now so come into the bathroom and I’ll show you.” She sat on the commode and spread her legs to give Mike a view.

“Now watch.” She spread her pussy lips to give him a good view. He saw a small stream shoot out of her hole. It continued for quite a while before it dribbled to a stop. He noticed Mom was watching for his reaction as if she was enjoying herself. After she wiped herself, they went back to the bedroom to sit on the side of the bed again.

She laid back on the bed and spread her legs. “Let’s continue and I’ll show you some more. Now if you’ll put your finger back again and move it down to the lower part of my slit, you’ll find a hole. That is where you enter your cock in a girl. Go ahead and put a finger in me.”

She was wet enough for his finger to slid all the way in. “You can put two or three fingers in me.” He then shoved another finger all the way in.

“Move your fingers back and forth. Girls like their clit rubbed at the same time, so use your other hand to rub my clit.”

Mom was getting carried away with her explanation. She started groaning and moaning like Susan does when she is getting ready for an orgasm. Mom’s body started sexual spasms. It seemed as if her whole body shuddered and shook as she had an orgasm. Mom didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes as Mike continued to play with her pussy.

She finally sat up and said, “I didn’t really expect to go this far explaining about the birds and bees. Now let me show you how to roll a condom on your cock. Take it out.”

She was sitting on the side of the bed while Mike was still standing in front of her. It was already very hard because he had just watched Mom have an orgasm. She looked at it, “This is a nice big one for the girl you marry.”

She took a condom out of the night stand and showed him the best way to roll it on. Now Mike was standing in front of his Mom and had on a condom. What will she tell him to do next? She seemed to be flustered as to what to do.

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Why would anyone buy a plastic frog sprinkler brand new, much less put it in a yard sale? I set the thing back in the box and stood up. No one had come out of the house yet and judging by the things laid out for sale, I wondered if it was a sale at all. I looked back at the street, then at the house. No one had stopped here yet but me. There were just a few tables.

“Oh! Hello.”

I turned to see a stunning blonde house wife come out of the garage carrying two plastic bags.

“Hello.” I smiled warmly, trying be nonchalant. This was one of those moments where you feel that little jab in your guts and your cock stirs in your shorts like a hibernating bear. To run into a woman like this outside of an aerobics class was a rarity. And at a yard sale, of all places. She was decked out in white and blue sports wear. A white top with blue piping that matched her dark blue running shorts, with a simple sweater, and white socks and tennis shoes. In fact, she looked like she was ready to play tennis, her hair pinned back and framing a stunning face. She had the smallish breasts of an athlete, and I had to resist drinking in those curvy legs that her shorts complimented so well. Immediately my mind willed her to twirl in a circle so I could take it all in, but she did the next best thing and turned her back to me to empty the bags into some boxes on one of the tables.

Now that was a treat. Thank you.

Her running shorts were snugged up the crack of her ass and her legs were beautifully defined without a mark on them, the sweep of them drawing your eyes down to her calves. This is what passed for a house wife around here? I need to move.

I looked away before she finished, and indeed she turned back to me, wrapping her sweater around herself without zipping it, and crossing her arms. It was just a touch chilly, being a bit early in the day still.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“Umm.” I looked back at the street. “Am I wrong, or is this a yard sale?”

She laughed, stopping close to me and looking out at the neighborhood.

“It will be in a few hours. I didn’t expect someone so early.”

She uncrossed her arms, putting her hands on her hips, and looked around at the meager pickings.

“That’s why I’m not really set up yet.”

You know, a woman putting her hands on her hips is an erotic thing. It must harken back to earlier times, because it sends a subconscious signal to a man that this woman is openly presenting herself. The motion draws attention to her waist, and put her breasts on display, to say nothing of her flat tummy. Look at this, it says. Cocking your hip doesn’t help, either. That says to a man, what do you think? Plus, her sweater fell back open to once again show the curves of her high, tight tits and for a moment I squeezed my eyes shut behind my sunglasses, willing myself not to pop a boner right in front of her.

“I understand. I’m sorry, I can come back later.”

She made a dismissive gesture and smiled brightly, sparing me glance.

“Don’t be silly! You’re here now, you can look around if you like.”

I already was.

“I’m going to keep unpacking out here, but I know my husband has some tools in the back of the garage.” She hooked a cute little thumb in the air. “Probably more your speed?”

“Oh. Is he home?”

“No, he and my son left like, two minutes ago to go put up signs. That’s why I was surprised to see you. We’re kinda out of the way back here and people get the streets mixed up.”

“Just lucky I guess.” I smiled and she smiled back.

“Would you…help me move that table?”

I have to admit, I was a little crestfallen. An offer to give her a hand has two outcomes. She’s being inviting, or she’s being all business. In this case, it was business, and I got that vibe she intended to stay busy out here while I went and looked at those tools.

“Thanks!” she said, and turned away again. I didn’t want to walk away from her, but I strolled off, looking over what things there were and seeing nothing better than what my eyes had feasted on already. I sighed a little now. There really wasn’t much else to see. Kid clothes and toys, knick-knacks and assorted extra stuff that every house had. That meant I would have to leave all the sooner. I stuck my hands in my pockets and walked into the cool, dry garage.

I was looking for some tools, though. I didn’t expect much, and for a moment I didn’t notice anything else as I checked out this nice drill which was piled up with other brick a brack on a card table in the back. To my surprise, I realized the card table next to this one held more than just a pile of baby clothes.

I lowered the drill in one hand and without thinking reached over and picked up a black lace pair of panties. The kind with a little cotton triangle for the crotch and the rest all delicate lace. I held them in a stupor, my thumb caressing that soft little bit of fabric that would so demurely try to cover the pussy while the rest of the panties escort gaziantep bayan haberleri just enhanced everything around it. Lace panties. One of the world’s greatest inventions.

I swallowed, my mouth a little dry and turned more fully to the table full of clothes. Was is it really possible? A woman like this was selling her panties? I could see from here there were all kinds of them mixed in among the other things. No way! How the Hell could I justify that? Buying panties? Walking over there to the sale table where her change box and lemonade sat and saying I’ll take these? Imagine that conversation.

Excuse me? Oh, your panties? Well, they come in handy out in the tool shed. How? Well, I jerk off about you and cum in them because you’re hot and it’s even better to imagine your pussy was right here. Where? This little spot right here. How many time was the crotch of these panties nestled up against your pussy all day? Say, do you mind if I stand here with them in my mouth and think about licking your slit? I’ll take this drill, too, and that pack of pencils.

I shook my head out of my daydream, reluctant to set them down, but before I could, she was suddenly in the garage and coming towards me.

“Did you find anything you like?” she asked, and in that moment, she caught sight of me holding her underwear.

“Oh my God!” she gasped, coming to a dead stop.

The blood soared to my face and I hefted the drill in one hand as if to explain myself.

“Um, yeah, I was just looking at this and saw…well…I mean…it’s just that…” I literally stammered at her.

To my surprise, when she flung her hands up to her face, it wasn’t from shock, it was from laughter. She came up to the card table then, her eyes sparkling, and laughed even harder as she started picking through the pile of scattered clothes.

“My son! He must have brought the clean laundry out here when he was helping me. He’s only five. I suppose he thought everything in the house was for sale!” she laughed some more, looking at me to see if I appreciated the humor in the situation. I noticed she appeared not to be all that bothered by me still holding her panties, nor did she make any attempt to take them from me. I laughed a little, despite myself, my mouth still dry.

“You’re blushing!” she laughed again. “I am so sorry! I’ll have to get a basket and take these back inside.”

“Are they for sale?” I asked quickly before she could gather them off the table.

She gave me a scolding little look and actually reached over to give my arm a playful slap.

“Oh, don’t be silly!”

I had to stop her from gathering up her underwear and taking them in the house. I had to do something, even though I had no idea what. It just seemed like there was an opportunity here, although I wasn’t quite sure what it was.

“I’m serious.” I said, and when she looked at me again, she could tell I was. It was written all over my face. This was that make or break moment. Before she could speak again, I rushed ahead.

“I’d take them. Every single pair.” I swallowed.

She paused just for the slightest moment, and even though I was taking a chance, I was hoping maybe now she could see the bulge in the front of my shorts. She wasn’t angry. She actually seemed to be mulling it over.

“Are you serious?” she finally said. “My underwear?” she laughed a little at the end, trying to make light of what was being said, but I wasn’t the only one suddenly blushing a little.

“Oh, yes. Considering where they have been.” I said in a husky voice, my thumb subconsciously caressing that little cotton triangle of the pair I still held. “How could I resist?”

She looked a little uncomfortable, and even glanced over her shoulder. Turning back, she took in how I was still holding her panties, my fingers caressing the fabric softly where her pussy would have been. She was visualizing it herself, or I was a fool. She glanced past that, to my obvious bulge. A little subdued, she then looked back down at the pile of clothes and picked through it halfheartedly, keeping her eyes down. The energy around us took a marked turn.

“Why?” she said in a low voice, not so perky now, and even little shaken. Her voice had changed it’s tone. “Why do you want them?”

“I just told you. I think it would be incredibly erotic.” I sighed, looking down and admiring the pair I held.

She was sifting through the pile and for a minute we studied her obviously extensive collection of sexy panties. She wasn’t just going through them idly. She was sorting them out, but arranging them in a way I could see the individual styles. All of them hinting at what they must look like on her. My cock strained at the crotch of my shorts. I ached. We looked at each other, but she quickly looked back down. Risking everything, I took the pair I held in my hand and raised them to my face, pressing them softly to my nose and breathing escort gaziantep hikayeleri in. She bit her lip, just watching me with wide, bright eyes.

“Why is that erotic? What would you do with them?” she asked quietly. I set the drill down and ran a hand back through my hair, lowering her underwear from my face.

“I would…I would masturbate with them. A lot. the idea…it’s intoxicating.”

She gave me a teasing smile.

“You’re not one of those perverts who would wear them, are you?”

I laughed a little.

“No, but seeing as how you are the sexiest woman I have ever laid eyes on, I’m the kind of pervert that would make love to them. Every single pair. Feeling almost drunk with where they have been. The touch, the scent, the taste…” I trailed off and holding those lace panties with both hands now, smelled them again. All I could smell was the fresh scent of the laundry room, but we both knew better.

She looked down again, smoothing out a few small tank tops. She kept watching me me, fondling the one pair of her underwear, and also looking down at the bulge in my shorts.

“My bras, too?” she asked.

“Bras too.” I replied. “…it’s…it’s the intimacy. They’ve touched your body. Touched you.” I swallowed hard again. “…it would even be better to buy what you have on right now.”

She blushed a little harder and wouldn’t look at me, fussing with the clothes and making little piles.

“You really are horny for it, aren’t you?” she said mildly, with a small smile.

“I can’t help it. You’re too stunning. For that matter, can you blame me for wanting to jerk off about you the moment I leave here?”

She looked back and me and took a deep breath.

“No.” she said simply, even though I could tell she was excited for being told how hot she was and listening to me stand here and go on about it.

“Show me what you would do. Do it quick.” she said in a whisper, glancing over her shoulder again. We were partially hidden by some clothes on hangers and tucked in the back of the garage here, so it was easy for me to step around a little and out of sight of the street. Still holding her panties, I just reached down and worked my throbbing hard cock out of my shorts, exposing myself to her as she stood there watching.

I was light headed and my hands were shaking as I put my hand around my dick, wrapping her black panties around my length.

“Like this.” I panted, and started stroking myself in front of her. This was risky in the extreme. She could have screamed and ran inside and called the cops and all manner of things. Instead she stood there, her eyes glued to my cock and the naughtiness we were up to.

“You look real good.” she said.

“It’s for you. All for you.” I moaned a little, amazed at my own boldness as I my hand s[ed up, jerking my cock across the card table from her, with her panties. She pressed her thighs into the edge of the table, balancing herself on her manicured fingers, and watched my little show.

“You must think me some kind of a slut for letting you do this.” Another glance over her shoulder.

“I think…I think you’re amazing!” I was into it now, gasping a bit and breathing hard. My fist hummed, the friction of the fabric heating me faster than I would have liked. She kept right on watching, just biting one nail and looking over her shoulder from time to time. She turned back, reaching one hand up and brushing her open sweater aside, to close it around her left breast.

“I’m so wet watching this.” she sighed, hunching her shoulders into the pleasure she was feeling from her own hand. She was pressing her thighs together and gripping her breast hard, her other nipple stretching into an incredible hard point through her tank top. Feeling this, she grabbed her other breast with her free hand as well, and we stood there like that together, watching each other, me stroking my cock with her panties, and her fondling her perky tits with both hands and playing with her nipples with two fingers through the fabric.

“Your pussy is perfect. I know it is.” I groaned.

“Won’t it hurt doing it like this?” she inclined her head a little at my hand, her eyes heavy and her face flushing a little. She was tweaking and rolling her nipples the whole time, and she was even pirouetting her one foot back and forth on the toe of her shoe, staring at my engorged dick wrapped up in her underwear. We were running away the moment and didn’t even care.

“I…I don’t care.” I announced, going hard at myself. You could even hear the scuff of the fabric, in time with our heavy breathing.

“Am I really that hot?” she sighed. All I could do was nod. Then she reached across the table to touch me. The table itself wasn’t very sturdy, and she couldn’t exactly fit me in her fist like this, but she was touching my cock, right on my tip, and that was all that mattered. Her warm fingers were sending lightning through escort gaziantep bayan ilanları my body as she dragged her pretty nails up and down and around my cock, so I just groaned and let her work me as best she could. I held myself still for her, with her panties still wrapped around my shaft in my fist.

She played with me and played with her breasts, and as I looked up at her, and she at me, with her free hand, she pulled her white tank top to the side, showing me her bare tit. She had perfect, erect little nipples surrounded by a slightly darker, cream colored areola that didn’t dominate her breast, but demurely enhanced the perky athletic appeal of them.

“I want to eat your pussy.” I groaned at her, shuddering with electricity from where I stood.

“We can’t. I can’t.” she said, her fingernails still grazing and playing with my cock head.

She had put her one foot back down flat, with her legs straight, and she was actually grinding the corner of the card table into her crotch, her cheeks flushed and breathing hard herself, locked in place, teasing my tip, her breast exposed. I was humping my hips at her now. She had more or less made a little cone with her fingertips and it was in this way I thrust my cock into her hand as she held it there for me. I wanted her fist, but this was surprisingly hot, too. My tip was striking her palm and I could feel how I left wet streaks of precum across her fingers.

“What would to do to my pussy?” she asked suddenly.

“I want to lick it. I want to taste it. Everything.” I breathed out, gently daring to take hold of her wrist. I had to steady myself. I didn’t dare let go of the card table. My legs felt like jelly. “I would sit you on my face and just lick your for hours.”

“And my ass?” she teased.

“Everything. Anything!” I repeated.

“Oh God, that’s so naughty.” her voice had a little catch to it. She was all but leaning on the corner of this shaky little table now with me steadying myself with it, and so did we hold each other upright as we grew hotter and hotter, masturbating ourselves in front of each other.

“Yes, your sweet ass.” I groaned, panting a little and my heart hammering.

“I love how you want to lick it. So hot. You want to eat my ass.” she declared, purring, licking her lips. “Just think of that. My naughty little asshole.”

I started to spurt directly into her hand, without warning. Taken by surprise, I gasped and looked down, amazed at how erotic those perfect fingers looked as she held them closed around the end of my spasming dick. I looked up at her, shuddering, spasming, with my cum already running through her fingers and dripping onto the table. Together, we watched me finish my orgasm, her creamy fingertips just grazing the edges of my steaming tip a I spasmed one last time towards her. I pulled back slightly, a little dazed, and she slowly straightened up with a shiver, sliding her tank top back into place and covering herself, lifting her crotch off the corner of the table.

With that ever present look over her shoulder, she then picked up another pair of panties, this time pink, and wiped off her hand. Then she wiped off the table. It was an awkward moment and we looked at each other rather embarrassed.

“Sorry.” I said.

“Don’t be.” she smiled.

I thought maybe now this is where things went bad, but her face betrayed nothing but a glowing excitement that was slowly cooling down. I felt myself relax as we came back down to Earth and tucked myself back into my shorts.

“That was fucking amazing.” I gulped and she smiled again, glancing at me with a mischievous little grin. I ran my free hand over my face and took a deep breath.

“I just want you to know it has to end here, all right?” she said, her smile fading. Her face held no argument and I just nodded in agreement.

“I’ve never been more sorry to leave a yard sale, though.” I said and she laughed.

“Well, let’s see if we can do something about that.”

– – – – – – – – – – – – –

I walked down the driveway on quivering legs, all thoughts of the rest of the day forgotten and more than a little stunned. Behind me, she made small talk as I walked off, standing at the end of the garage as if nothing had happened. Probably for the benefit of any neighbors lurking around. In my bag, I now had what must be over a dozen pairs of panties that at one time had been wrapped around this incredible woman’s body. Snugged up to her pussy and ass. All day, in any way. Too bad they were all clean.

As for the pair I had stroked with and the pink pair she had used to wipe up my cum, she stood there again with her hands on her hips, holding them both in one fist. Later, when I would jerk off about her again and again, I would wonder if she did anything naughty with them. Did it excite her? Having my cum in hand? Did she dare lick it a little from the crotch of her own underwear? I like to think she did. If her earlier dirty talk had been any indicator, she had a wild side. A kinky one for sure. Don’t they all? All sunshine and giggles during the day, and wild fuck bunnies at night. I didn’t even know her name.

I reached my car, and sure enough, some old man came tottering out of his house, headed for his mail box and newspaper. I sighed, deciding then and there that somehow I had to come back here at a better time and find out.

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Érection matinale. Morning glory. Tumescence pénienne nocturne. Il doit bien y avoir un mot latin pour le phénomène… Tu te lèves parce que tu as mal, parce que tu ne peux te coucher sur le ventre, mais surtout parce que, si tu tardes, tu vas éclater : il faut sauter du lit et courir à la toilette.

Au fait, où est la toilette?

D’abord, je ne reconnais pas la chambre où je me trouve. Peu à peu les choses se replacent dans ma tête : je suis seul dans un motel perdu quelque part dans le bout de Rivière-du-Loup, aux abords de l’autoroute.

J’ouvre le rideau rouge : journée grise. Au-delà du stationnement, l’autoroute balayée par un vent à écorner les bœufs. Plus loin, le fleuve Saint-Laurent rendu gris par le temps maussade.

Hier, je me suis décidé à arrêter là un peu contre mon gré : le soir tombait, la pluie et les rafales s’étaient mises de la partie. J’étais fourbu après une longue journée de travail à Matane, et pourtant j’avais pris la route. Plus tard, la réalité météo avait eu raison de mon désir.

Églantine m’a vertement fait comprendre sa déception lorsque je l’ai appelée à Québec de la chambre du motel. J’ai plaidé la prudence : nous ne nous verrions que le lendemain, et je ne serais pas dans un cercueil…

– Ça ne nous laissera pas beaucoup de temps ensemble, m’a-t-elle dit de sa petite voix, dépitée. Tu ne restes pas souvent avec moi une nuit entière. Et ce soir, c’était idéal. Des fois, je me demande si tu ne le fais pas exprès…

– Je suis aussi triste que toi de ne pas pouvoir me coller à mon petit oiseau d’amour. Demain, nous serons ensemble; ce sera bref, mais intense!

Je me suis mis à lui décrire comment et dans quelles positions acrobatiques nous ferions l’amour le lendemain. Cela faisait bien un mois que je n’étais pas passé par Québec : que de rattrapage à faire!

Après moult embrassades et promesses, j’ai raccroché, puis aussitôt ai appelé à Montréal :

– Comment va ma petite Kalia d’amour? ai-je roucoulé quand ma femme a répondu.

Je lui téléphone chaque soir quand je suis sur la route. Souvent, je pars deux, trois, quatre jours de suite, et ceci, presque chaque semaine. De quoi essuyer bien des reproches : pourquoi je n’acceptais pas une promotion qui ferait que je resterais à Montréal, sans avoir à partir constamment? À mon âge (35 ans, ce n’est pas tant que ça!), je méritais bien une position plus importante. Et je serais plus à la maison. J’étais presque un étranger pour notre fils. Qui restait donc à la maison, seule avec toutes les responsabilités? Nous ne faisions plus assez l’amour, etc.

Oui, c’est vrai. Mon job me demande beaucoup de déplacements, ce qui s’avère bien éreintant. Cependant, un autre poste exigerait que je sacrifie les petites libertés secrètes que le voyage me permet : une virée avec les copains ou les clients, des rencontres féminines de passage et, surtout depuis quelques mois, ma délicieuse maîtresse à Québec. Encore quelques mois, et oui, je m’assagirais, j’abandonnerais la belle Églantine, ma perle noire, mais pas maintenant!

Mais là, je parle à Kalia : il me faut rester concentré.

– Tu m’écoutes, ou quoi, Jeannot? Ça fait deux fois que je te dis que je suis entrée dans ma phase d’ovulation. Pour ne pas manquer notre coup, avant que tu repartes encore sur la route, il va falloir le faire, notre bébé…

Kalia et moi voulons une fille. L’horloge biologique est en marche. Depuis que nous avons arrêté ce plan, Kalia veut faire l’amour à répétition, à chaque occasion possible et imaginable. Vous savez, quand elle tient à quelque chose, elle se transforme en bulldog. Et au lit, ces derniers temps, elle est devenue insatiable. Pas de fantaisies cependant : quelques embrassades, on se caresse un peu. Une pipe ou autres variations érotiques? OK, mais pas longues et il faut finir dans mon ventre. Après ça, on recommence le plus vite possible. Tic-tac, fait l’horloge…

– Kalia, je dois m’arrêter à Québec pour voir un agent du ministère des Transports. Mais je serai là pour le souper.

Ça, c’était hier avant que je tombe dans le lit comme une masse.

Avec tout ça en tête, je suis encore sur le bol de toilette de mon motel anonyme du Bas Saint-Laurent. Il me faut prendre la route, foncer à Québec.

Je me lève, perds l’équilibre. Ah vraiment! je ne suis pas encore réveillé. Vite, il me faut un stimulant.

Je suis en train de rêver d’un bon spécial deux-œufs-toasts-et-café-à-volonté quand on a frappe à la porte. Bizarre! Qui peut bien…?

J’ouvre et une jeune femme se tient devant la porte. Il me semble la connaître. Mignonne : une blondinette de taille moyenne, vêtue d’un imperméable sur un pull marin rayé et un jean noir, le nez pointu, les cheveux courts, un anneau planté sur la lèvre.

– Oui? lui dis-je, car elle me fixe de ses yeux bleu pâle un peu las sans rien dire. Derrière elle, la pluie tombe à grosses gouttes sur le stationnement, le ciel est gris, de rares autos passent bruyamment sur l’asphalte mouillé de l’autoroute.

– escort gaziantep kızıl bayan ‘Scusez, m’sieur…

Ce sont ces mots qui font que je la replace soudain dans mon souvenir : hier soir, au restaurant voisin du motel, elle était assise au comptoir. Je me cherchais une place entre les rangées de tables et elle m’a interpellé avec la même voix lente et nasillarde:

– ‘Scusez, m’sieur… Moi pis ma copine, on cherche un lift vers Gaspé pour demain matin. Vous pouvez nous prendre?

Il y avait un je-ne-sais-quoi d’impatience dans son regard d’acier. Elle avait jeté un coup d’œil à une autre fille à ses côtés, qui ne s’est même pas détournée de sa tasse de café.

– Désolé, Mademoiselle, je vais vers Montréal. Dans la direction opposée. Si je peux faire autre chose pour vous…

Et je les ai laissées là.

Je reconnais le sourire figé. On lui donnerait vingt ans, pas plus. Elle paraît plus jolie qu’hier : la lumière met en valeur son teint de pêche. Elle se dandine nerveusement, hésite. C’est moi qui parle finalement :

– Je te l’ai déjà dit hier soir. Je suis navré, mais je ne vais pas vers la Gaspésie…

Elle se décide et m’interrompt :

– Pouvez-vous nous donner un peu d’argent?

– Pardon?

– On manque de quoi prendre le bus. On n’a plus rien à manger. Notre tente a pris l’eau. Il a plu toute la nuit à l’intérieur. Le pouce, ça ne marche pas depuis deux jours. On voudrait aller jusqu’à Rimouski, au moins… Nous sommes prêtes à faire quelque chose en retour…

À ce moment, j’aperçois sa copine qui se tient discrètement de côté.

Je suis bouche bée. « Prêtes à faire quelque chose en retour », est-ce que ça veut dire ce que je crois que ça veut dire? Et sa copine que je découvre est d’une beauté à couper le souffle : mochement habillée d’une chemise de chasse défraîchie et d’un pantalon d’armée informe, oui, mais assez grande. Avec ça, des cheveux foncés, une peau claire constellée de taches de rousseur et des yeux noirs qui vous transpercent avec une douceur infinie. L’autre reprend :

– Je m’appelle Ariane et voici Claire. Est-ce qu’on peut entrer?

Obnubilé, je cède le passage. Elles exhalent un parfum sauvage en passant sous mon nez.

– Moi, c’est Jean…

Leurs cheveux et leurs vêtements dégouttent tristement. Je leur apporte deux serviettes

Ariane me jette :

– Si vous nous donnez cent piasses, vous pouvez choisir.

Je les regarde, l’une et l’autre. Ariane me fixe ardemment. Claire garde ses yeux rivés sur la moquette et cligne des yeux nerveusement. Je me sens rougir. Incertain de la suite.

– Deux cents, pour nous deux…

À cet instant, je sens en moi un irrépressible souffle de chaleur.

Sans répondre, je leur offre de prendre une douche après que j’ai moi-même fait ma toilette. Elles n’ont pas bougé lorsque je leur cède la chambre de bain. Elles s’y enferment longuement. J’enfile un tee-shirt et un boxer, puis m’occupe à faire ma valise.

La porte de la toilette s’entrouvre, Ariane passe la tête:

– Et puis? Qu’est-ce que vous avez décidé?

Je tends une liasse de dollars que je dépose sur la table de chevet.

– Il y en a trois cents.

Elles émergent de la toilette, auréolées de vapeur, enroulées l’une et l’autre dans les serviettes blanches marquées du nom du motel. Elles s’approchent à petits pas timides. La gracile Claire se cache derrière une Ariane à la peau délicieusement moite. Elles s’immobilisent à deux pas de moi.

Ariane a l’air grave. Sans me quitter des yeux, elle laisse tomber la serviette. J’admire l’ambre pâle de ses seins ronds et fermes, les hanches amples, les jambes courtes et musclées. Le tatouage d’une ancre à l’intérieur de la cuisse. Elle prend la main que je lui tends, s’assoit et je l’embrasse. Ce morceau de métal au coin de sa bouche, quel désagrément! Sur sa langue, un goût de sel, mais je reconnais aussi la menthe de mon dentifrice : elle a dû utiliser ma brosse à dents. Cette pensée achève de m’exciter.

Je me tourne vers Claire qui n’a pas bougé et lui demande gentiment de s’approcher. Tandis que je défais sa serviette, comme on ouvre un cadeau d’anniversaire, je découvre une silhouette délicate. Je caresse le marbre blanc de sa poitrine menue tandis que Ariane plonge la main sous mon boxer et se met à me caresser la verge. J’embrasse les seins de Claire, alors que l’autre demoiselle m’enfile tant bien que mal l’un des condoms que j’avais développés et laissés bien en vue sur la table de chevet. Mon attention quitte Claire parce qu’Ariane gobe mon gland, puis insère toute la tige jusqu’au fond de sa gorge. Je me sens emporté par un ouragan de sensations. Je glisse mes mains le long du dos de Claire. Ses fesses à la fois tendres et fermes sont un chef-d’œuvre!

Ariane me ramone goulûment. Elle monte et descend comme une houle. Ça va trop vite. De la main, je soulève son menton et l’embrasse, une façon de la féliciter de escort köle bayan gaziantep ses efforts.

Car c’est Claire, que je veux posséder sans attendre. Je la renverse sur le lit : elle a la peau délicieuse et satinée. Je me fraie un chemin entre ses deux genoux qui obtempèrent après une courte résistance, s’ouvrant sur une petite forêt de poils noirs. Impossible de la pénétrer: elle n’est pas prête. Ariane n’a pas perdu de temps depuis que j’ai quitté sa bouche. D’une main, elle me masse les testicules, de l’autre caresse mon anus: je gémis de plaisir.

L’ivresse du moment m’a encore distrait de Claire : je me penche alors sur son ventre. Ma langue caresse la vulve, s’immisce entre les lèvres offertes. Elle a un goût âcre et sucré rappelant la sève d’épinette. Je la dévore avec ardeur. Claire frémit et pousse une plainte indistincte. La belle n’est donc pas muette. Elle a même une voix étonnamment grave.

Pendant ce temps, l’entreprenante Ariane, postée entre mes cuisses, s’est mise à me lécher les testicules. Elle en prend une dans sa bouche, puis l’autre. Ce ne sera pas bien long que je les viderai. Je sens une marée irrépressible monter en moi.

La belle Claire geint d’une voix granuleuse que j’adore. M’échappant d’Ariane, j’approche l’orée de son sexe, puis je me plante en Claire d’un coup sec : son sentier est chaud et étroit. Ravissement. Je vais et je viens en elle avec une énergie que je n’ai pas eue depuis des lunes.

Ariane s’est étendue sur moi, les seins plaqués sur mon dos, ses cuisses chaudes enserrant mes fesses, mais je ne sens pas son poids, tellement je suis transporté de désir.

Claire atteint l’orgasme, et c’en est fait de moi: je viens au creux de son ventre dans un cri de douleur et de jouissance. Je la défonce avec des coups de boutoir qui lui tire des plaintes brèves. Ariane m’étrangle presque en s’agrippant à moi avec son bras libre. Les projections de mon sperme s’espacent et s’éteignent.

Nous restons en sandwich un long moment, haletant, mêlant nos sueurs.

Curieusement, je ne débande pas et je ne me sens pas repu, ce qui est étonnant dans les circonstances.

Nous nous séparons difficilement en roulant de côté. Nous reprenons notre souffle sans un mot. Ariane me tourne le dos. Claire lui fait face.

C’est déjà fini. Dommage. La route m’attend. Églantine aussi. Et Kalia au bout de la route.

Je regarde le plafond. Un grand miroir couvre toute la surface au-dessus du lit. Nous sommes trois et je trouve ça diablement excitant.

Mon pénis saille plus que jamais vers le ciel du lit. Le condom est disparu je ne sais où. Je sens les filles sur le point de se lever, s’habiller et partir.

J’enfile prestement un autre condom sur mon priapisme et, comme Ariane vient pour se redresser, je l’empoigne par derrière. Elle lance un cri. Je ne perds pas de temps à demander de permission : je la tiens fermement, cherche son vagin et la transperce de mon harpon.

– Nous n’avons pas fini, les filles. J’ai payé pour les deux, et même un peu plus. Claire, approche, ordonné-je. Et embrasse ta copine.

Je ne reconnais pas ma propre voix. Je sonne franchement autoritaire. Claire cligne des yeux. Ariane chuchote, un trémolo dans la voix :

– Fais ce qu’il dit. On part tout de suite après.

Tout contre moi, les deux filles sont enlacées et, après quelques encouragements, s’embrassent à pleine bouche. Elles y mettent finalement une belle conviction qui trahit une longue habitude. Je regarde la scène au plafond et je me sens de plus en plus d’énergie.

– Claire, tu vas caresser ta copine entre ses cuisses.

Je me suis mis en mouvement dans une Ariane abondamment mouillée. Je sens les doigts de Claire me frôler tandis qu’ils tâtonnent à la recherche du clitoris de sa compagne. Je profite des premiers soupirs d’Ariane pour changer de trou et éperonne ses reins. Elle hurle, de douleur d’abord, mais bientôt de bonheur.

Quelques instants encore et je fais mettre Ariane à plat sur Claire. J’embrasse celle-ci tout en allant et venant entre les fesses de sa copine.

Cette dernière saisit et enserre mes génitoires, comme pour en extraire la substantifique moelle au plus vite. Cela déclenche en moi un tsunami : rarement décharger n’a été aussi intense qu’à cet instant où je sodomisais une jeune femme un matin de mai dans un motel situé entre le fleuve et la forêt, tout en farfouillant de ma langue la bouche d’une deuxième.

Quand ma conscience émerge de sa prostration, les deux filles ont disparu, emportant toutes leurs affaires et, je le saurai plus tard, les 120 dollars qui restaient dans mon portefeuille. Un pourboire bien mérité.

C’est donc avec ma carte de crédit que je règle la chambre et le déjeuner. Il est temps que je file: déjà 10h30. En roulant à tombeau ouvert, j’ai encore une chance d’être à l’heure pour mon rendez-vous avec Églantine.

Églantine rit tout le temps. De sa voix haut perchée, elle aime se moquer gaziantep kumral escort bayan gentiment de moi. Un vrai rayon de soleil. D’origine haïtienne, elle a vécu presque toute sa vie dans la banlieue de Québec, ce qui à une certaine époque était un phénomène rare. Elle est divorcée, ses enfants sont grands et ont quitté le nid. Elle est libre et fière de l’être.

– Tu m’étonnes, mon beau Jean : pour une fois, tu es à l’heure! Qu’est-ce que tu as fait ce matin pour être sur le piton comme ça?

Nous sommes sur la terrasse de son appartement cossu de Cap Rouge qui a une vue imprenable sur le fleuve. Le soleil a finalement percé les nuages. Il tombe dru sur nos têtes. L’air est saturé de chants d’oiseaux qui se font la cour.

Elle porte une longue robe de coton qui pèche par une transparence provocante. Je fais mine de ne rien voir de la ligne de ses seins pointus et de ses cuisses amples. Moi aussi, je sais jouer.

Elle m’offre un repas simple et copieux que je dévore, tandis qu’elle étend ses longues jambes sur le transat. Elle me couve du regard.

Je la vois, et plus rien d’autre n’existe. Elle ne serait plus là, et je l’oublierais presque instantanément. C’est comme ça entre nous.

– Ce saumon fumé que tu m’apportes en cadeau, c’est pour te faire pardonner tous tes péchés? me nargue-t-elle avec son sourire le plus enjoué.

Décidément, si elle a quelques années de plus que moi, son cœur est bien plus jeune que le mien.

– Eh bien! tu ne parles pas beaucoup. Mais tu as une de ces faims! Ça augure bien pour la suite : tu vas avoir une belle énergie, hein? Ne bouge pas : je vais chercher le dessert.

Je redoute un peu ce moment, après mon aventure de ce matin. La vigueur sera-t-elle au rendez-vous? Si je flanche, je ne pourrai tout de même pas lui en expliquer les raisons… Je me mets à mâcher avec plus de lenteur, malgré mon appétit de jeune homme : il me faut gagner du temps.

J’entends s’élever un air de guitare dans la salle de séjour, la radio sans doute, puis ses pas s’approcher derrière moi. Elle dépose le plateau sur une petite table et déclare:

– Alors, si tu dois partir tôt, tu vas tout de suite te mettre à l’ouvrage!

Elle se penche sur moi au-dessus de moi et elle dépose ses mains d’ébène sur ma poitrine, les remonte et caresse mon visage et mes cheveux. Comme c’est bon!

– Mon gars, tu n’as pas la même odeur que d’habitude : tu sens le bois ou quelque chose de même.

Je me retourne pour l’embrasser, lui prends le visage entre les mains. Mais… elle est nue! Nue sur la terrasse, se donnant à voir des balcons d’en face. N’importe qui pourrait la voir et l’admirer. Ça doit d’ailleurs bien arriver à l’occasion. Mais la jalousie s’envole aussitôt de mon esprit : ce qu’elle fait pendant que je n’y suis pas n’existe pas. Vice-versa.

Ses magnifiques seins se balancent sous mes yeux, généreux, avec des aréoles très foncées.

Le désir me vient, il part de mes entrailles comme un vent chaud et s’élève. Je vois qu’elle est excitée par mon regard brûlant. Elle a un sourire fendu jusqu’aux oreilles.

– Ils sont beaux, hein? Tu sais, ils sont à toi. Tu n’as qu’à les cueillir. Viens!

Nous n’avons pas le temps de nous rendre à la chambre. On va s’effondrer sur le canapé du salon qui fait face au paysage. On ne descend même pas les stores. Qu’ils regardent, on s’en fout.

Nous nous embrassons langoureusement. Elle aime explorer ma bouche avec sa langue en prenant bien son temps. Ses mains fouillent ma poitrine. Les miennes ont plus de chance : elles y trouvent des seins chauds que je tète avec enthousiasme.

Elle en profite pour laisser sa main m’explorer le bas-ventre, ce qui me ramène toutes mes craintes. Si je ne suis pas au garde-à-vous, je sais que je devrai prendre la porte aussi sec.

Mais non! elle a trouvé un perchoir bien solide et se met à me caresser à travers le pantalon.

Nous avons notre cérémonial que nous entamons. Elle se couche de tout son long et me laisse dès lors l’initiative. Je caresse son corps est long et vigoureux sans me presser.

Elle a tout prévu : sur le guéridon, un drap et un flacon d’huile. Elle se lève, le temps que j’étende le drap. Elle reprend sa place à plat ventre. Je réchauffe un peu d’huile entre les paumes et lui fais un massage tout en lenteur: dos, cou, épaules. Je passe aux bras, aux jambes, avec une attention spéciale à la plante des pieds. J’avais oublié les fesses. Son abandon est total, elle est ma poupée de chiffons grandeur nature.

D’un geste, je la fais se retourner. Elle m’offre ses seins triomphants que mes mains explorent, je passe au ventre rebondi, puis entre les cuisses que je masse en passant de plus en plus près de son nid d’amour. Je lui caresse l’entrejambe, insère deux doigts d’une main tandis que de l’autre je frotte délicatement son clitoris.

– Enfin… soupire-t-elle.

Soupirs, orgasmes. Elle vient, elle revient, comme les vagues de l’océan.

-Tout de suite… en moi.

Notre peau est glissante d’huile. Je suis sur elle et entre mon javelot profondément dans son vagin brûlant. Elle me broie de désir jusqu’à ce que j’explose en elle.

Longtemps, nous ne bougeons plus.

Elle me renverse et me prodigue à son tour un massage auquel mon corps et mon âme capitulent.

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“We’re starting our tenth year of teaching. Is that crazy or what?” Freddy said.

“More ‘crazy’ than ‘or what,” his friend and colleague, Dan, replied. “Just think. Only 30 more to go until until full retirement, right?”

“Gee, thanks. I had no idea this was one of those ‘until death do us part’ kind of things.”

His friend laughed then said, “It’s actually a pretty sweet gig. We only work 180 days a year, get ten weeks off in the summer and a week or two for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and spring break. What’s not to like?”

“Yeah, no argument there. And we are surrounded by all kinds of hot pieces of ass, you know what I’m sayin’?”

He made a disgusting motion with his hips, and when his friend-since-college didn’t even smile, he said, “Come on, man. There are some freakin’ babes in high school, Danny Boy. Are you tellin’ me you’ve never once—not even one time—thought about, you know, hittin’ that?”

“Freddy? You’re a pig and getting worse every day.”

“Dude, I’m serious, so be honest. You’ve never, ever thought, ‘Hmmm. If I could get away with it, I’d’…”

He’d tried singing the Bow Chicka Bow Bow song and Dan finally laughed.

“Stick to teaching history, okay. Your improv sucks.”

“Okay, fine, but you still haven’t answered my question. Have you ever once thought…”

“No. Never. Not even once, okay?” Dan said getting rather annoyed.

“Not even Jami Anderson? Come on, man! She was so hot she could have spontaneously combusted at any moment just standing there. Not even her?”

“No, Freddy. Not even her. She was a beautiful girl, but she’s not my type. For that matter, no high school girl is my type and let me assure you, they’re not yours, either. Got it?”

Freddy was Frederick J. Thomas, Daniel Snyder’s onetime roommate as undergrads at the University of Washington where they’d both majored in secondary education.

“Not your type. Yeah, sure. Okay. So…do you even have a type? I mean, you no-shit have all kinds of hot female students crushing on you every year while their moms and other teachers are constantly hitting on you, too. Some of us would be happy to have just one out of three, and here you are with unlimited options yet I almost never see you going out. What’s up with that?”

Dan laughed then said, “It’s not even close to constantly, my friend.”

Freddy snorted then said, “Yeah, I guess that’s true. I mean, I have to admit I’ve never seen a woman hitting on you when you’re sleeping or…droppin’ a deuce.”

Freddy paused then before Dan could chide him for being crass again then said, “Hell, I’d be happy to have anyone crushing on me. Student, mom…Ms. Emerson.”

Dan smiled at the mention of Sarah Emerson, who was by far the best-looking female on staff. In fact, she was in a league of her own. Then again, people often said the same thing about Dan Snyder, and more than a few people thought they’d make the perfect couple and produce beautiful, perfect little babies. There was just one problem. Dan wasn’t attracted to her in spite of her beauty.

Freddy finished his thought by saying, “Dude, do you know how long it’s been since I got any puss…”

This time he stopped talking and sang it and did the hip thing. “Bow Chicka Bow Bow?”

“Freddy, Freddy, Freddy. What am I gonna do with you?” Dan said as she just shook his head.

Freddy started to answer so Dan cut him off.

“Don’t say, ‘Help me get laid, bro,’ again—please. Tell you what. Let’s go get you some beer so I don’t have to listen to your nonsense anymore, okay?”

“Yeah! Now you’re talkin’, my man! First round’s on you!”

“Just remember, some of us have to teach school tomorrow and go to school so don’t expect me to get hammered with you.”

“I don’t get it, man. A master’s cost a ton of money and it’s worth what? Two grand a year before taxes? You might break even before you retire,” Freddy said in his typical cynical way.

“I like math. What can I say? And yeah, I’ll more than break even in the long run. In fact, I’ll be graduating just before Christmas so put that on your calendar.”

“Yes! Another excuse to drink!” Freddy proclaimed.

Dan grabbed his keys knowing he’d have maybe two glasses of draught beer while his friend would have—two pitchers—or more.

Before he let he go of the question in favor of beer, Freddy asked the same thing one more time on their way to their favorite watering hole.

“Seriously, man, what is your type? You rarely date and you never hook up. If I looked like you, I be gettin’ laid seven days a week and twice on Sunday.”

“No, you’d be in jail for a very long time,” Dan said only half joking.

“You know what, Danster? If I didn’t know better I’d think you were a little light in the loafers. You know what I’m sayin’?”

Dan did know. In fact, he knew all too well. He’d been called ‘faggot’ and ‘boy toy’ along with many other pejorative things, many times over the years. He was absolutely, 100% straight, but took no offense at being called gay because Ankara travesti he knew people didn’t choose their orientation any more than they chose to be right or left handed. It just happened.

He fully understood the reasons why some thought he really was ‘light in the loafers.’ He took great pride in the way he looked, and dressed in what many called a ‘preppy’ kind of way. His thick, dark hair was always neatly trimmed and nicely styled. He was habitually smooth-shaven, and wore very dressy, button-down shirts and/or sweaters which were always carefully paired with the right pants, belt, shoes and socks. He even got his nails professionally done once a month or so. So, yeah. The criticism was based on a crude stereotype, but if the loafers fit…

Beyond that, he really was incredibly handsome, and Freddy was right. Every year Mr. Snyder had a new crop of groupies who batted their eyes at him while many openly flirted. He was religiously friendly with all of them, but every girl understood that Mr. Daniel Snyder drew a no-kidding ‘line in the sand’ when it came to anything beyond friendliness. He was never mean or rude, but he made sure whoever tried crossing that line got firmly set back behind it.

Lastly, he was highly respected as one of the best teachers in the entire school. He taught one trigonometry class to sophomores as well as freshman geometry, but calculus and especially AP calculus, was his specialty.

He had this uncanny ability to explain complex topics in easy, understandable ways and he would use multiple approaches to explain something until everyone got it. In those rare cases where an individual student just couldn’t get it, he would tutor them after school for as long as it took. Seeing the light finally come on was one of the things he most enjoyed about teaching.

At 32, he really didn’t date too often, and that was just fine with him, because he really did have a type—both physically and intellectually. If the woman didn’t fit his type in both areas, he wasn’t interested no matter how beautiful she might be. To wit, one Sarah Emerson. In those rare cases where he saw someone who met his external requirements, he immediately showed an interest in her in order to see if she was his type intellectually.

Physically, thin was in. A woman almost couldn’t be too thin. Very small breasts were a must, and soft, full, bee-stung lips were hugely important, as well. Beautiful, open eyes, high cheekbones, and long, soft, silky hair were equally necessary, but all that was for naught unless she also dressed in way that, as with him, said, “I take great pride in my appearance.”

If that was perceived as overly picky or even snobbish there was nothing he could do about it. He liked what he liked and after nearly two decades of liking the same thing, it seemed hugely unlikely that would ever change.

The intellectual side of his ideal woman included intelligence, which was very important, but it was much more than that. She also had to have a certain kind of ‘unstated sophistication’ about her but she couldn’t be pretentious. He looked for those things plus maturity, politeness, sweetness, and if she was maybe a bit on the shy side that was a huge plus. Confidence was fine but arrogance or being loudly-opinionated were deal breakers.

Dan was a logical, linear thinker so he knew that putting those kinds of limitations on ‘the playing field’ severely reduced the odds of ever finding a wife. Then again, he intended to marry once and for life and firmly believed that it was more than worth the wait to find the ideal woman.

So yes, he had a type, but he wasn’t about to get into it with Freddy. Not now, not ever.

“How about we talk about you, Frederico,” Dan said turning it back around on you. “I know your type is someone with breasts and a vagina, but don’t you want to meet someone and settle down?”

For a brief moment, his normally-gregarious friend got serious.

“Yeah, of course I would. But I’m the Oscar to your Felix,” he said using The Odd Couple analogy. “I’m…slovenly. Unsophisticated. Undisciplined. I’m a video game junky. I like beer—a lot. And let’s face it. I look a lot more like Jack Klugman than Brad Pitt.”

“Brad Pitt’s in his 50’s, my friend,” Dan said trying to help his friend out.

“Yeah. No shit. And yet he still looks better than me.”

Freddy rarely got down, but Dan knew he was right. He’d be a hard sell to any decent woman who didn’t bring a whole lot of her own baggage with her. It was very likely Freddy would never get married or if he did, the relationship would be highly dysfunctional. He hated to think that way, but it was hard to imagine Fred Thomas ever snagging a nice-looking, normal kind of woman.

Four hours and four pitchers later, Dan helped his friend stagger out to the car.

“You’re a good man, Danny Boy,” Freddy said, his speech heavily slurred. “Hell, if I was a chick, I’d be in love with you, too.”

“Uh-huh. Let’s get you home, good buddy. Tomorrow is our first day Konya travesti back. Thank God it’s a planning day without students,” Dan said as he helped Freddy fall into the back seat.

In spite of a horrendous hangover, Freddy slogged through day one, and by the day after Labor Day, the first day of school and three working days later, both teachers were ready for their students.

The first day was always devoted to administrative details. Lockers had to be assigned, books had to be issued, class rules, grades, homework, and other expectations had to be discussed, and teachers needed time to learn new names and faces. Having taught math there for ten years, Dan knew most of the students from the previous years, but there were always a few new faces, and Dan genuinely enjoyed getting to know them and hearing their stories about where they’d grown up, gone to school, etc.

As always, there were numerous young co-eds saying, “Hi, Mr. Snyder!” much too enthusiastically. Their male counterparts all noticed and inevitably, one or two would have to say something.

“Yo, Meghan. You better roll that tongue of yours up before you trip on it!”

The comment would be followed by raucous laughter from the other boys, a snide comment from the girl, and even snider comments from other girls who hoped to win their teacher’s favor.

“Eeew! Give it a rest already, Meghan! Mr. Snyder is like WAY out of your league, bitch!”

That girl would then look adoringly at her handsome teacher for any sign of his favor. None ever came, and his corrections were always gentle and kind which included something along the lines of, “Please find a more appropriate way to address your classmates.”

He scanned his class rosters one more time after the final bell and noted he had students missing from each of his five classes. In most cases, their friends let Mr. Snyder know when the absent student would be back from an extended vacation or the like. That left just two students unaccounted for, and in both cases he wasn’t familiar with the names. Connor Lane didn’t show for his 1st-period trigonometry class nor had Kimber Clymer for his 5th-period AP Calculus class. In order to be placed in an AP class, an administrator or guidance counselor would have to have reviewed her records so, in spite of his very strong desire to avoid her, Dan gave the senior-class guidance counsellor, Tammi Simmons, a call.

“Daniel! What a pleasant surprise. How may I help you on this first day of class? I…do make house calls, you know.”

She’d shamelessly flirted with him since being hired during the last two months of the previous school year, and she wasn’t slowing down.

“Kimber Clymer didn’t show up today. Did you by any chance place her in my 5th-period class and if so, do you have idea where she might be?”

“I did and yes I do,” she told him. “Bright girl. Straight-A student and AP classes in math and science the past two years at her previous school in California. She’s finishing up a paid internship with a pharmaceutical company in downtown Seattle and should be here tomorrow.”

Without being asked, Tammi offered some personal observations.

“She struck me as being rather atypical for an 18-year old, but not in a bad way. I can’t really put my finger on it but she seemed…I don’t know…more like a peer than a student, if that makes any sense. Nice kid. Very tiny, too. Not short just…I don’t know…whippet thin but also pretty in an emaciated kind of way. You’ll see.”

She finally took a breath then asked, “Can I do anything else, anything at all, for my favorite teacher today or…tonight?”

Dan chuckled and told her thanks and ‘no thanks’ in the kindest possible way. She let him know if he changed his mind he could drop by her place, unannounced, anytime with emphasis on the ‘any’ part as she reminded him yet again where she lived.

He hung up the phone just in time to see Freddy show up, who closed the door then said excitedly, “Dude, I have the hottest chick ever in my 3rd-period class!”

Dan raised an eyebrow but didn’t take the bait.

“She is freakin’ smokin’ and sat right up front wearing this really short skirt and tight…”

“Freddy?” Dan said giving him the eye.

“Okay, okay. But you gotta check her out, Danny Boy. Jesus, this girl is hot!”

“Jesus isn’t into girls, my man. At least not as far as I’ve ever been told,” he said with a smile.

“Buzz kill,” Freddy said quietly.

They talked about their first day for a few minutes then got ready to leave but were in no hurry as there was no sense even trying to go home until the busses cleared out.

Dan didn’t give his conversation with Tammi a second thought until the following day just before the start of fifth period. Several girls were talking rather animatedly about ‘the new girl’ so Dan casually eavesdropped as his students filed into the classroom.

“Have you seen this bitch?” one of them said to the other two.

“No, but I’ve heard she dresses like some kind İzmir travesti of…secretary or something,” the second one replied.

“Yeah! She dresses like she’s thirty or something. I mean, come on, right? Who wants to look like they’re old, anywayz?”

Dan knew better than to get involved, but that comment amused him so he said, “God forbid someone might look like they’re thirty. Talk about ancient!”

All three of them immediately went into apology mode once they realized their thirty-something hottie/teacher was listening. The near-swooning over Mr. Snyder who’d spoken to them began just as quickly.

“No! Thirty isn’t like old old, My. Snyder. Sometimes a guy who’s like thirty can be like…really hot!”

The other two chimed in with equally vacuous responses like, “Yeah! Totally!”

One of them said, “We didn’t mean you, Mr. Snyder. It’s just not cool for someone our age to want to look like…”

“Someone my age?” he said with a smile.

“No! I mean like…” the first girl said trying to get out of the hole she finally realized she’d just dug.

“It’s okay, ladies. I get it. But high school is the place where everyone is trying to figure out who they are. That’s why we have jocks and nerds and goths and…”

He kind of nodded at himself then said, “And…preppies. Right?”

The three of them were red-faced but still smiling adoringly.

“She’s probably doing the same thing so maybe cut her a little slack?” he suggested as nicely as possible.

They all nodded just as the bell rang and Dan noted there was still no Kimber Clymer. He finished taking attendance on his desktop and submitted it using the school’s app just as there was a knock on his door.

He glanced over and saw Tammi Simmons smiling at him as he reluctantly stood up to open the door which had to remain locked during class since Columbine.

“Ms. Simmons. What a pleasant surprise,” he said dryly as he let her in.

He turned away and didn’t see the other person with her but knew something was up when one of his female students made a face and another said loudly enough to be heard, “Oh..my…God. You’ve got to be kidding.”

Dan turned around and when he saw the younger girl with Tammi, he did a double take that was so obvious he felt a bit embarrassed.

“Mr. Snyder? This is Kimber Clymer, the um…unique student we were discussing when you called me after school yesterday.”

The way Ms. Simmons was smiling was so over the top the same girl said, “Geez. Give it a rest, woman.”

Tammi shot her a snide look then continued talking.

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted…this is your missing AP student. Kimber, this is Mr. Snyder, our best math teacher.”

The same girl said, “Oh my freakin’ God! Someone needs to get real! Like she’s got a shot with Mr. Hottie Pants.”

The class erupted in laughter but Dan hadn’t taken his eyes off of the new student yet. He was trying not to stare, but it was a losing battle. It was as if the universe had read his mind and ginned up the physical personification of every single thing he fantasized about in a woman and hand-delivered her to his classroom here on earth.

She was undoubtedly a size zero with the most lithe-but-beautiful body he’d ever seen. She was tall for a girl and he guessed her to be at least 5’8″ but in the four-inch heels she was wearing, she was nearly as tall as he was. She was holding a white binder across her chest but it was obvious she was no bigger than an A cup—if that.

Her smile was angelic, revealing a set of perfectly straight, very white teeth set behind two very soft, puffy lips coated in shiny lip gloss. Just above was a nose he found to be equally as perfect as her smile and flanked by very high cheekbones and the most gorgeous blue, almond-shaped eyes he’d could ever remember seeing.

She wore her very dark hair parted to one side and fell to just below her shoulders in a cascade of silky smoothness. He couldn’t be sure, but it seemed that the only other makeup she wore was some mascara which gave body to her naturally-long, full eyelashes and made her gorgeous eyes absolutely pop.

Lastly, she was wearing a floral-print dress that fell to just above her knees along with a matching shrug that gave a very sophisticated, model-like appearance. Or perhaps that of a well-paid executive assistant at a successful law firm.

“Mr. Snyder?” Dan heard as he realized Tammi was calling his name for the third time.

“Yes. Ms. Simmons. Right.”

He’d nearly fully recovered and broke his stare before looking back and saying, “Ms. Clymer? It’s a pleasure to meet you. Feel free to take any open seat. This is a small class so you have plenty of options.”

The girl who’d been making the snide remarks put her feet on the open seat next to her as Kimber approached.

“The coffee pot’s in back, bitch. You might want to sit next to it so you can perform your duties when asked.”

Kimber smiled politely but didn’t respond. She took an open seat two rows further back then sat down, opened the white binder, and removed a pencil.

Dan noticed she was smiling at him and that he was still staring. He again quickly broke eye contact then thanked Ms. Simmons for personally bringing Kimber to his room.

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This is about a visit to my daughter in Northern California. She works as a pharmacists assistant at a big box store. Me? I’m from a small rural town in Wisconsin, 52 years old and work at an insurance agency. I have lived in the same area virtually all my life. I think the best way to tell this story is to let it unfold as it flows from my memory.

… … …

I see Marlain, white pharmacists jacket folded over her arm, head out the door to work. My eyes couldn’t help but notice the tight black slacks accentuating her back side.

‘To think I had a butt like that once. NEVER would have worn tight pants like that though!’

I glanced at Jay. His eyes are glued to the spot on the door where Marlain’s butt has disappeared. He glances up to see me studying him. He smiles and takes another bite of my apple pie.

“It’s all about the sex isn’t it?”, I ask. It is more of a comment rather than a question.

Jay swallows the last of the pie while looking directly at me, “Not completely. But, yes. We are good friends …with benefits I guess. Neither of us is into personal entanglements right now.”

Jay, in his mid 30’s, has some kind of job at a Silicon Valley electronics company and I know he’s divorced. I also realize my daughter, a single mother with two small children, is not about to get herself emotionally involved. She’s a damaged girl who has not had an easy time and it pains me to think about it.

“It’s a very, very different world now days from what I knew. Seems to work for you guys though. Marlian is happier than I’ve seen her in a while.”

“How about you?” Jay asked. “You got any action going back in Wisconsin?”

“Hmmfph!” I said, raising to cover a sudden blush. I cleared our pie plates and turned to put them into the dishwasher. “Not much action for a frumpy old lady where I live in Wisconsin.”

I could feel him looking at me… or my butt I guess. I stood back up, quickly.

Jay was holding out his coffee cup, a wise ass smirk on his face.

As I filled his cup he asked, “So you don’t like sex? Or you do but it’s all solo at the moment.”

I felt the color rise again as I sat. I didn’t have the slightest idea of what to say.

Jay filled the long silence, “I went through a long dry spell a while ago myself.”

O.K. these California people are forward! … A ‘nothing is sacred’ kind of people,..

“No, I like sex….” I finally answered, “Or used to. I seem to be getting by.”

Surprised by what came out of my mouth I added, “Why do you ask?”

‘What’s up with me’, I wonder. ‘ It’s just silly. Me getting all flustered.’

Jay is sitting across the table, his eyes shut. A moment later they open and look directly at me, his eyes deep with some intangible expression.

“I bet it would be good. I was just imaj…”

“Oh, come on!” I nervously interrupted. “Guys your age only want the 20 year olds not someone like me with sagging everything.”

Good god what in hell was going to come out of his mouth next! What off the wall, perverted thing was he thinking.

“Nothing I can see that appears to sag.” Jay slowly replied. “In fact I was trying to imagine how GOOD it would feel … to be inside you.”

I sat with my mouth half open. My face now crimson. This gaziantep evi olan escort bayan is no normal hot flash I was experiencing. After what seemed minutes I finally said, “What nonsense! You expect me to lift my dress, … just like that?”

“No, not at all. I was just…. well it felt to me like it could be one of those times. You know, … sometimes paths cross. Unique circumstances create a moment. They should be grasped and experienced..”

His look and demeanor is so sincere. I study his face a few moments.

“You feel it too.” “I know you do, …admit it.” he adds.

Feeling lost in an ‘let it all hang out’ world I didn’t understand, I groped for balance. Finally I managed, “So if I admit there’s something in the air here between us. I just can’t see how what you propose would happen.”

HOWEVER! Another part of me was thinking the previously unthinkable, mmmm what WOULD if feel like for him to be in me. I was wearing a cotton dress, half slip, bra and panties. I would be easy to …. Oh my god.

“You’re on your way back to Wisconsin tomorrow. It’s likely we’ll never meet again…. and we didn’t plan any of this. I just figured there might be something going on here we could …. well, grab.”

I know I’m way out here in California… This is just too wild….. But still … For Once I don’t want to miss out!

The devil on my shoulder replies, “O.K. So Jay you want a quickie. I’m way out of my depth here. I must be insane or interested somehow ….. I guess … or I’d have shut you up a long time ago!”

Feeling scared, excited, flushed and out of breath I continued, “O.K. If you are serious, …no kissing on the mouth! You just do it! … After all you are doing this stuff with my daughter too. If it’s some perversion of you wanting to do us both, just don’t tell me. As far as ‘how it feels being inside me’, I hope you aren’t in for a disappointment.”

What a dumb thing to say! That will surely stop this cold. Stupid! Stupid!

Wordlessly Jay stood, reaching a hand to me. I take it allowing him to pull me up to him. Into his arms. Oh god how exciting!. He kisses my ear and neck gently while running his hands down my hips, feeling and pressing my butt. His manhood thick and hard. Amazingly I find myself moving my crotch back and forth a little, settling it tight to his bulge.

Jay stands back, unbuttoning my dress. There are a lot of buttons, so I helped him thinking, ‘Can this really be happening to me. Am I really doing this?’

When the dress dropped to the floor Jay leads me to the sofa, turns me to face him and hooking both thumbs inside the half slip AND my panties, slides them to my knees. They dropped to my feet where I kick them aside. My hands reflexively crossed to cover my belly, then my crotch. Jay gently grasps my wrists and puts my hands on his shoulders. His hands then guided me to sit on the edge of the couch.

He kneels before me, left hand gliding down my thigh, over, inside and slowly up to press a knuckle against me. ‘Oh, oh. I’m wet. It’s embarrassing. Too late now.’

“Marvelous!” Jay murmurs. Somehow during all of this my bra came undone. I didn’t feel him do it. His right hand cups my breast and raises the gaziantep fetiş escort bayan nipple to his lips while his knuckle slides slowly up and down between my legs.

My brain is shut off. My body hungers for the marvelous things happening to it.

Jay presses my hard nipple firmly between his lips while straightening his fingers, inserts one carefully inside me. Suddenly he moves from my breast to bend down, using his elbows to spread my legs wider.

“Oh my god. WHAT ARE… No don’t do that! It’s nas…tt…yyy.”

I am overwhelmed with sensations I never suspect exist… except maybe in novels. I have pleasured myself many times, but nothing I did came close to this! Pushing me to lay back, Jay slides his tongue from his finger up to the hard lump, which causes me to jerk and moan out loud.

In a short few moments I’m on the edge of the grandest organism of my life when, to my great disappointment, Jay raise up from between my legs. I watch as he rips down his pants, releasing his member.

Sliding the purple mushroom up and down between my legs he tells me, “I want to feel you BEFORE you go off.” and he presses hard against me.

It has been a long time since a man entered me. Though I am wet and slippery, and he presses hard against the right place, it doesn’t go in. Jay grasps himself more firmly and presses harder. Oh god it hurt … but he gets in and pauses. The pain subsides immediately. I’m glad I didn’t cry out. I wanted him to entered me.

Breathing hard Jay asks, “Are you O.K.?”

“No.” I lied. “I just… It’s been a long….”

Ignoring me Jay mumbles, “I can’t believe how snug it is. Absolutely Wizard!” while sliding himself smoothly deeper.

“Ooohhh, Aaagggh, O.K. Yes!” was all I could manage.

I am full. Over full. The length of him pressing into me. He pushes until I feel his coarse hair pressing my hard button, causing another groan from me. Pressing extra hard he hits something deep inside that momentarily hurts. I guess I jerked because he withdraws a little.

“No, keep it in. …You wanted it in there! It… it… Don’t stop now!”

It DOES feel good. An amazing, thrilling fullness. I can feel heat emanating from his thick member. While the end of him hits deep enough to hurt again I don’t react this time. He holds himself tight in me, crotch to crotch. I move slowly, grinding our wiry hair against my hypersensitive lump.

We press tight against each other like this for a minute or so, enjoying the carnal intimacy. I feel Jay’s hard thickness twitching within me. Suddenly, he pulls back, not quite withdrawing, causing a chill to go up my spine. Letting go of my hips he slides his arms over, between and under my thighs, lifting and spreading me wantonly wide.

Grasping my hips and buttocks from underneath he pulls me to slide off the edge of the couch causing me to slide down on his member in a smooth, swift motion. The mushroom head of him hit hard deep inside. Much deeper than before. The expected pain was…. bearable…. acceptable.

With me now completely filled and impaled on him he grasps both my breasts.

“I’m going to cum.” his voice is unsteady with excitement. “Oh god it’s going to cum now. bayan gaziantep escort Just like this. Don’t move. I’m cuming!”

Jay’s penis seemed to swell. I feel it rippling and gush after gush of warm fluid flood deep inside me. Jay keeps saying “Oh god, oh god.” over and over again. He pulls his arms from under my legs and grasps my hips again. I could feel him tremble. My crotch is full of him to the very root. His member the only thing holding me from falling to the floor.

To my surprise I feel a clutch in my belly that reaches down like a fist to grasp my crotch. Growing in excitement, not able to breathe, I writhe on his big hard penis, going off in a huge earthshaking organism.

When we regained our breath Jay lifts me back up on the couch, slowly, slowly withdrawing his long member, the plum makes a sucking sound as it drops out. He turns me on my back and easily reenters. Jay lays on me with his legs over mine. He is still thick, but not large as before. It feels good. Him inside me.

He kisses me on the eyes, the cheek and neck while slowly moving in and out while lengthening the strokes. He is getting hard again. I am a little sore where he rubs my opening, but that is offset by the excitement his member creates on my crotch as he lifts and pushes himself between my closed legs.

Jay’s movements began to get more aggressive. I open my knees and he falls between my thighs. He reaches under my arms and grabs my shoulders, raises up on his elbows thrusting hard and fast. I’m pressed tight between his hands on my shoulders and the pumping sausage.

It am not comfortable, but there isn’t much I can do and he is obviously enjoying himself, so I’ll let him go on.

“Oh fuck me baby.” “Fuck me baby.” “God.” “Oh Yes, fuck me.” Jay groans.

I hate that word! I can’t help myself, I freeze. Stiff.

Jay stops. “What? What?” he grunts.

“Don’t say that! Stop now, I don’t like it anymore!”

“Sorry babe!” is my answer. Jay furiously pounds in me again. “It’s too late for that! I got another load coming and you’re getting it.”

I try to strain against him, but something in me gives up, so I let out a big breath and sink under his increasingly furious thrusts. It doesn’t hurt anymore so either I’m numb or getting used to him in me. I’m well lubricated, that was for sure. I can hear and feel his fluids working out of me, probably staining the couch.

He seemed to be going on and on. However I am O.K. In fact I am doing better than just O.K. I’m beginning to hum inside. Yes, definitely! I must be working up to another organism! Impossible!

“Ggnnaaah! I’m cuming, I’m cuming.” Jay hollers raising up, arms and legs straight, toes extended so only his thick, hard maleness plunges in and out of me.

Suddenly he pulls too far back and slips out. Shoving forward the mushroom end slams hard against my crotch. I gasp in pain and grab his hips to hold back but he blindly thrust forward again, entering me and slamming full in. His pelvis slams mine and it is like an electric shock hitting my abused organs. Incongruously I become excited. Writhing in opposition to Jay’s pounding I find myself fighting back and screaming “Yes! Yes! Do it! Me too! Oh god, me too! I’m cuming again!”

… …. …

I think I’ll end here. As can figure out, I am back home. Since returning I have found that my Church choir director makes a great occasional ‘friend with benefits’.

Oh, yes! There is a wheelchair bound Vet who comes into town for therapy at the clinic where I help out. He has become a very ‘beneficial’ friend too! And oh my … what a grand benefit he possesses. You CAN’T imagine all the fun such friends can get into.

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Here is a second chapter for the story of sinning with Cyn, as always it is a complete fiction in an artificially simple world combining unreal innocence and debauchery.

No relationship to any real persons living or dead is intended.

We start now with the last few lines of Chapter one . . .

*

Cyn headed to the bedroom door.

“Its also high time I looked in on your brother. I think it is time for him to learn a few things about becoming a man that only a woman can teach.

At least he knows how to shave.

Maybe I’ll get him to teach you to shave — or will I tell Daddy to do it?”

Cyn closed the door on a shocked face and headed down to the basement where Devlin was working out after coming home from college. That was his job. Cyn wanted him to be strong and manly as he grew up so she supervised and coached his efforts on the weight lifting equipment.

Cyn was wearing her own exercise costume when she entered the weight room area. Her baggy basketball shorts and loose top were all she was wearing this time. She had discarded her damp panties when she cleaned up after bringing Hazel to her first orgasm, and she decided to take off her snug sports bra as well when she changed to the shortly nylon top and short basketball shorts.

“There you are Dev. Are you working out the sets I scheduled for you?”

“Pretty well, Mom, I just have these arm curls to finish before the dumbbell work. You said you wanted to check some things before I went to the new weight.”

Cyn leaned against the door jamb and watched her adopted son curl the weights one handed with his elbow resting on the small shelf beside the window.

He was thin and wiry, with his muscles standing out in profile as he strained with the weights. Cyn liked to look at his naturally bare and hairless chest as he worked. She liked smooth men over hairy ones. Bill had to wax almost daily to come to her standards of hairlessness. She also liked that Dev had nice dark prominent nipples for a boy.

“Twenty four, twenty five. OK Dev, stow those weights and come over here, I want to check your progress.”

Dev usually enjoyed this progress check when he was feeling he had done a good workout. He liked to have a physique that pleased Mom and Daddy, especially Daddy he often confessed to himself. This was the first time in a long while that Mom had wanted to do a check out before he ended.

Dev presented himself in front of Mom in the way she had taught him, feet exactly two and a half feet apart, erect with his hands clenched together, raised above his head.

Cyn took out her little cloth seamstress tape from the tiny desk in the corner. She began to measure Devlin and mark the results on her chart.

Stepping close to him she passed the tape around his chest, nipple high. Her breasts touched his chest lingeringly as she passed the tape behind him, fumbling a bit as the tape changed hands. Cyn liked the heat and slight odor of maleness coming from her son. She slid her nipples along his skin a bit before stepping back.

Cyn wondered what Dev would think, feeling her softness instead of the usual firm press of her confined breasts. Her nipples began to elongate as she thought of what she would be doing to Dev pretty soon. She marked the result carefully before measuring his waist.

Looking down, she could see a slight protruding of genetalia. She liked that in a man.

Cyn next measured Dev’s biceps and fore arms before walking around behind him to appraise the looks of his back.

She slapped his buttocks as the signal to demonstrate his flexibility and Dev promptly bent forward to touch the floor with his palms straight down between his feet.

“Hold that pose, Dev; I am going to measure your upper thighs.”

Cyn knelt down and passed her tape around one of the thighs straight and straining before her. The wide spread pose allowed her an almost perfect view up the loose shorts at Dev’s manhood, packed tightly into his athletic supporter. She was pleased to note no hair at all in the inner thighs and upper legs. Her breath blew slightly on to his skin as she laid her cheek on one buttock to reach around and measure the other upper thigh.

“Stay like that while I write this down.”

Dev wondered what his Mom wanted gaziantep özbek escort bayan now.

A few seconds he felt a small hand enter the leg of his shorts and cup the pouch holding his ‘jewels’ as the guys in sports called them.

“Mom, what are you doing?”

“Just checking if you have the right kind of athletic supporter for the next series of heavier weights. Stand up and lower those shorts to half mast.”

Cyn sat back on her heels and waited for Dev to comply.

“Mom do I have to?”

Cyn slapped his right buttock smartly.

“Do as I say.”

“Mommm!”

Cyn slapped the other cheek.

“Do I get out the paddle, young man?”

Dev stood reluctantly and lowered his shorts to his knees.

“Spread those knees young man, and hold those pants with them.”

Dev was intensely aware of his Mom right behind him as his knees reluctantly spread farther apart to hold the shorts up from the floor. He knew the straps of his jock did not even cover his anus. He felt her fingers slip under the straps and lift, stretching them away from his butt. She let them snap back.

“The tension seems about right. Does this feel a bit snug; is there room for all of you?

Dev felt the fingers sliding all over the pouch feeling the outline of his balls. The hand cupped him, lifting a bit.

“What about support? Do you feel dangly or firm?”

Cyn slid her hand around his package, noticing the elongation in the part farthest from her. She traced its outline lightly.

Dev began to feel even more embarrassed as his cock began to get stiffer and thicker.

“Is your hair control up to date, young man?”

Cyn wormed her finger under the join of straps at the rear of the pouch and peered in at the balls revealed, packed together at the rear. Is your Daddy doing a good job? Stand up!”

Cyn slapped the bare buttocks for emphasis as she walked around to look at his front.

“Reach up and clench, young man.”

Cyn looked over the bare torso now completely revealed. Her nipples were stiff and she could feel them pressing on the slick inside surface of her nylon top. She stood to one side of the young Devlin and allowed her nipple to drag over his rib cage as she cupped his jock strap.

“We don’t want a hernia here, do we?”

Cyn watched the elongation under the pouch straining its way to the top, trying to slip up under the waist band. She fingered it briefly and cupped the pouch lightly.

“Devlin, I think your supporter is ok. I want to supervise you wearing it as you do the next bit of workout. Let those shorts drop.

Cyn stood back and watched her son drop his shorts and turn away, heading for the barbells, while simultaneously trying to conceal his obvious stiffie from his mom.

Cyn watched her son do the required number of reps with the new weight, satisfied at his hormonal reaction as well as the full development of his genetalia. She would do a more complete examination later with Bill, but right now she wanted to see if he was susceptible to sight arousal as well.

“Devlin I want you to do the bench work now. Do some reps with the bar at this new weight. I’ll spot you.”

As Dev settled on the bench with his head at the end and the bar bell across the supports, his mom came and stood near his head. He was intensely aware of his semi erection still filling out his pouch. Suddenly he noticed he could see up the front of Mom’s top. She had no bra!

Dev could see the tight nipples hanging down from his Mom’s titties. Her teats ready to suck.

“Oh God,” he groaned inwardly. He felt his boner squirming forward again. He just knew his tip would show under the waist band this time.

Then things got even worse as he raised the barbell and his mom took the final step forward to put her hands on the bar too.

Devlin saw straight up under his Mom’s shorts at her spread open crotch. She wasn’t wearing any panties! He could see her entire open wide vulva. There it was right up there a foot from his face, open to his view.

He licked his lips and almost lost the concentration to keep lifting the bar.

“One,” said his Mom.

Dev lowered the bar. His cock strained at the band at his waist. porno videolar

“Come on, now Dev, two.”

Dev strained the new weight up again and looked again under his Mom’s pant leg.

He saw a very slightly open long slit. It ran from the tight brown opening at her rear all the way to the front. The inner edges were slightly pink and glistening. Smooth and completely hairless, it had a powerful looking mound in front.

As Dev put the weight back down on the forked rest, the worst happened. The waist band of his jockstrap lost the struggle to contain and his cock head popped up.

“Oh God, I’m sunk.” he thought.

Dev felt his mom’s hands wrap around his, keeping them on the bar.

Cyn stayed there with her legs wide spread showing Dev the space between her legs as she looked down his torso at the little mouse popping out of his jock. She liked the delicious feel of being innocently exposed to her son and she especially liked his obvious reaction.

“Young man! You keep these hands here on the bar while I take a look at that athletic supporter of yours. It seems to be at least one size too small.”

Dev rested there trying furiously to make his boner go away but the more he thought of it, the worse it got. He suddenly liked the idea of a woman, even his mother, looking at his erect cock even if it was hidden under some cloth. His cock strained fuller trying to slip farther out of its confinement when his Mom knelt beside him and looked it over.

He felt her warm breath on his belly as she leaned over to look at his tip. Her breasts dangled low under her top and he could see them swinging slightly as she hovered over his waist.

“Lift your legs,” she said briskly.

Dev raised his legs to feel his Mom swiftly strip the waist band up and off then lift the jock free from his balls and letting his cock pop free.

In all her time as a woman this was the first time Cyn had been able to look thoroughly at a naked, non threatening male.

Growing up she had known she was a bull dyke and had never really looked at either boys or men. Bill never saw her naked and she was not interested in even looking at Bill as a sexual feature in her life. She did other personal, much less intimate things to Bill.

She knelt at his side and looked him over. She took her tape and laid it along the penis, wondering how it stayed so stiff rising in the air, pointing at Dev’s chin. She went to her notebook and wrote the measurement down.

“Nice size Dev, I have dildoes that size, Mel used to prefer one like that. She liked long and slim.”

Cyn ran a finger up the straining cock from balls to tip. “I am glad we decided not to have a boy circumcised at birth. Your tip looks almost like a big clit I played with once.”

Cyn heard Devin groan as she ran her finger lightly around the tip.

She poised her fingers around the tip and pressed the loose skin down, revealing the complete head.

“Arlene was her name and she loved it when I did this to her.”

Cyn looked up at Dev’s face as he stared mesmerized at the fingers pushing the loose skin back from the head of his cock. She pulled the skin back up, pinching it closed over his cock head.

“Does this feel good, baby boy?”

She stripped the skin firmly back down, revealing the red cock head as she spoke.

“This used to drive Arlene wild.”

Cyn ran her finger around the rim of the sensitive, now almost purple mushroom shaped cock head.

She watched as a single tiny globe of clear fluid sprouted at the tiny opening at the tip of Dev’s cock. She touched her finger to it and spread the juice all over his tip so it glistened.

Devin gasped.

Cyn took her finger tip and sniffed it.

“This feels and smells just like an excited woman, Dev.”

She ran her finger tip around the slick cock head again then stroked her finger around Dev’s nostrils.

“This is what you smell like. This is what you taste like.”

With the last statement, Cyn ran her finger along Dev’s lips.

She looked back at the glistening cock head and swatted the side of the cock. She smiled as it bobbed and swayed to the side before coming back to a quivering stand in the middle.

“Maybe I will gaziantep rus escort bayan use this little thing as a punishment if you are naughty. A few slaps to the side should straighten you right up.”

Cyn snickered.

“Oops. Straighten up. I made a joke about your privates.”

Cyn smiled at Dev, “Let me make it feel better, my big baby boy.”

Cyn caressed it softly again.

“Mom please,” gasped Devin, “My balls are starting to ache.”

Cyn stopped smoothing her hand over Dev’s cock and looked down between his legs at his now bloated balls. She cuddled them up from their space between his legs in her palm.

“Nice looking balls, Dev. I see your sack is hanging loose. No hair either. I like that too.”

Cyn felt around in the loose sack and outlined the balls under the loose skin.

Does your Daddy help you with the shaving, Dev?”

Dev gasped again.

“Yes, every second day. He gets me to do his cock and balls too. An exchange, he said.”

“When he shaves you do you have a nice big erection like this?”

Dev shook his head.

“Usually I am sorta limp and half hard. Daddy strokes me the same as you do but maybe you know how better. But Daddy gets hard like this when I have to shave him. He pulls my penis around with the tip skin when he shaves me.”

“What else does he do?”

“He likes me to pull his penis straight down between his legs and milk him while he kneels on the bed. He says that all farm boys learn that way of clearing out the surplus semen. He says he will do that for me when my erections get strong enough.”

Cyn seized Dev’s cock head by the loose foreskin and began to tug it around in circles. “Does your Daddy handle your cock like this?”

“Y-yes.”

“But now you are stiff. I think I should clear out your surplus semen. Do you want that, my baby boy?”

Dev lay there with his hands on the cold steel barbell and thought about the strange turn of events.

He loved the touch of a woman on his equipment much more than the feel of his Daddy, Bill.

“Yes please, Mom.” He said.

“Kneel up young man, knees wide on this bench and place your hands on the floor.”

Cyn clapped her hands as the flustered young man stood hastily with his boner pointing straight out so it rubbed slightly across her cheek. Cyn liked the incidental caress from Devin’s cock as she sniffed his arousal.

Cyn ordered Dev’s knees wider until she could easily get both hands deep between his legs. She reached through and grabbed the loose skin at the tip in a vice like grip, tugging it straight back until Dev’s balls were hanging over each side in their loose sack.

“Does your Daddy like you to do this to him?”

“Oh yes, Mom, how did you know?”

Cyn ran her finger around the still slick cock head. She transferred the slickness to Dev’s brown pucker.

“Does he touch you here too?”

“Yyes, Mom. He says he will show me how to use it later when I am fully developed.”

Cyn pressed her finger gently through the tight sphincter.

“It feels a bit like this to start. Done right I hear it feels wonderful.”

Devin cocked his hips a bit to align with the probing finger but it went away.

He felt the lightest warm breath on his wide spread rump.

“Does my little baby boy need some release? Do you want me to clear out the nasty stale semen for you?”

“Please, please soon Mom.”

Dev hung his head straight down and spread wider as a firm hand gripped his cock and began to strip the skin back and forth over the sensitive ridge of his cock head.

His Mom pointed his cock straight down and gripped it harder in her tiny fingers. It was almost painful when she jerked the skin suddenly off the sensitive head and rammed it down his shaft. Her knuckles bumped on his balls with every stroke and it was not long before the sensations built to an intolerable level.

Dev squeezed his eyes closed and gasped as he began to strobe jet after jet of semen from his cock.

Cyn cooed, “That’s right my big boy. You empty those balls. ”

She kept right on stripping the ropes of white from the cock as it jumped in her hand. She milked him thoroughly on to the towel spread between his knees as her other hand smoothed the skin of his tight butt.

When he was completely drained, she folded the towel over the puddle of semen. She gave his raised ass a tender kiss. She smoothed her hand lingeringly down to cup the hanging balls. She shook them gently.

“There there, baby boy, all empty now. Go take your shower and meet me in your bedroom in a half hour. Be properly dressed for track and field.”

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Dan and Tina were neighbors living in the same apartment building. Even though they had lived on the same floor for the past year they had never really had the chance to get to know each other.

Tina was the kind of woman you wouldn’t necessarily notice in a crowd. She was short and round with a cuddly disposition. She had golden honey blonde hair and wore round gold rimmed glasses. She was always smiling. For the lucky suitors who took the time to get to know Tina they found a very appealing person with a very bubbly personality.

One such person was Dan – He was a former New Englander creeping up on his fifth decade of life. Tall and somewhat lumbering he sometimes reminded strangers of their favorite uncle. He had sandy brown hair with streaks of gray, warm hazel eyes and boyish dimples that came to life with each jolly smile. Dan was kind and generous. He always took the time to help his fellow tenants and lent a hand whenever an occasion would arise.

Such an occasion was how he had finally met Tina. Dan was in his favorite blue recliner watching football on a Sunday afternoon. He had just cracked open a cold beer and a bag of chips when he noticed Tina struggling to stretch her short arms around the box of her new TV. He was wondering how she was going to manage to drag it to her second floor apartment all by herself. He quickly slipped on his shoes, grabbed his jacket and raced down to the parking lot to offer his assistance.

Tina greeted him with a warm smile and a sigh of relief as she graciously accepted his offer and ran ahead of him to open the doors as he hauled the awkward box up to her apartment. By the time Dan had finished installing her TV, TIVO and stereo system their first date had been arranged. Tina would prepare a meal for them to share during next Sunday’s Eagles – Dallas game. She mused that if things went well she might be sharing more than a meal.

As it would happen, Dan was having the same thoughts. Sunday could not come soon enough for him because Tina had suddenly become the focal point of his daily ruminations. The week had finally ended and Dan found himself relaxing in Tina’s cozy living room. They had just shared a toast at the beginning of the game clanging their chilled beers together as they snacked on tortilla chips with homemade salsa. Tina had prepared a Mexican feast .She had barbecued steak burritos warming in the oven, spicy Mexican rice, corn cakes and three cheese enchiladas. For dessert She had prepared her favorite Italian cookies with sprinkles that her grandmother used to make for her when she was young.

The game and the weather both turned out to be abysmal, if you were a Dallas fan needing to drive anywhere. By the end of the Dallas trouncing 16 inches of snow had fallen with drifts covering many of the cars in the parking lot. Being from Maine Dan looked at the snow as an opportunity rather then an inconvenience. They had plenty of good food prepared lots of cold drinks and a nice cozy fire, which offset the fact that they had just lost their electricity. One drink led to many and before Tina knew it she had accepted her role as Dallas’s constantly sacked quarterback. In their version of the game every sack resulted escort gaziantep bayan numaraları in an article of clothing being removed or some silly task being performed.

With Tina having very little clothing left to lose and suddenly feeling a bit shy after happily being sacked and rolling on the floor with Dan numerous times, she suggested they run out for a little tryst in the snow. Since they figured they wouldn’t be out long, they dressed rather light and headed out into the glistening snow. The cold air stung their cheeks and Dan immediately sacked Tina. After several minutes of laughing and rolling like teenagers in the snowy landscape they were both wet enough to highlight their body’s features.

Dan’s wet jeans were bulging from the excitement he wasn’t able to hide after rolling against Tina’s rubenesque figure. She looked so sexy with the curls springing up in her wet snow filled hair outlining her beautiful face. Water droplets were sliding down her glasses, her cheeks were rosy-red and her fully erect nipples were glaring boldly at him through her soaking wet shirt. He wandered if she was just cold or had their bodies rubbing together in the frigid air aroused her as much as it had him.

After about a half an hour of rolling in the snow they’re whole bodies were soaked. Their noses were bright red and their hands and feet had begun to feel numb. They both agreed they were ready to head in for some dry clothes and a warm fire. Darkness had begun to fall. So Tina, teeth chattering, quickly lit a few candles as soon as they got in the apartment.

Tina and Dan were both shivering from head to toe and couldn’t wait any longer to remove their cold, wet clothing. They both raced to the fire and began rubbing their hands together for warmth. They both began peeling off their clothing and laying it in front of the fire to dry.

Dan was undressing so quickly before he knew it he was down to his boxers which were tightly outlining his very swollen manhood. He looked up and caught a glimpse of Tina’s beautifully curved body. Her skin was all bright pink from the cold and she was wearing nothing but her black satin bra and matching panties. Both of which were glued to her body outlining every delectable inch they were trying to hide.

Tina looked up and caught Dan staring at her. She suddenly felt her face flush and her hard nipples began to tingle sending waves of electricity through her body. Tina knew Dan must be at least fifteen years older then her. She was shocked at how hairy his chest was all the way down to the top of his boxers and was amazed at the package anxious to escape from behind it’s damp covering.

The gentle look she saw in Dan’s eyes made her feel so comfortable. On impulse she leaned over and placed her cold hands on his hairy nipples, stood on her tip toes and gently pressed her soft pink lips against his. She felt a rush through her body as his mustache gently tickled her nose. She tenderly rubbed her thumbs in circles over his hard nipples and then gently began nibbling on them.

Dan was fully erect and had pre cum dripping in his already wet boxers. He reached up and wrapped escort gaziantep pornoları his long arms around her warm, plump body and pulled her tight against his chest as he began hungrily tasting her lips and sliding his tongue deep inside of her mouth and rolling his tongue with hers. He traced his fingers along the back of her neck. The fire crackled romantically in the background as the shadows of their now entwined bodies danced on the wall.

Dan took a free hand and finally removed his boxers. As they fell to the floor his thick throbbing cock sprung out against Tina’s soft body. She felt a rush as his sticky liquid slid across her belly.

Still hungrily devouring her sweet full lips he reached around and unhooked her bra. He could feel his heart racing and his hands shook with excitement. He slowly slid her bra straps off of her shoulders and watched her voluptuous breasts fall as her bra hit the floor. He let out a moan and immediately brought his hands up to feel her soft flesh. He kneaded her delicate tissue in his now very warm hands. Outlining her light pinkish brown areolas with his thumbs and teasing her as her lightly brushed against her throbbing nipples.

Tina looked up at Dan and their hazel eyes locked. The flicker of light from the fire danced on her glasses. The only sounds were their deep heavy breathing, their hearts thumping and the crackle of burning wood. Dan grabbed a tan afghan off of the couch and spread it in front of the fire. He dropped to his knees and gently pulled Tina down towards him. Her curvaceous body had him yearning to explore every inch.

He carefully guided her to the floor as the shadows from the candles danced on the walls. He tenderly kissed her lips and began sliding down her neck leaving a trail of soft kisses across her shoulders and then down her arms. He gently sucked on the tip of each and every finger.

Tina’s body was aching for Dan to bring his kisses down to her now soaking wet, swollen flower petals. She was slowly rubbing her hands all over his hairy body as he satisfied his curiosity and explored every inch of her. Dan worked his way back to her full breasts and began flicking his tongue teasingly on her tender nipples, back and forth from one to the other and rolling the opposite between his thumb and fingers. She couldn’t believe she was already having her first orgasm.

Dan felt Tina’s body tense as she let out a purr and immediately began sliding his hands over her soft belly down around her curvy hips as he kissed her naval. He slowly traced his hands up and down the inside of her thighs teasing as he slid his fingers across lightly hairy bush. He could feel her wetness and had to explore it for himself. He put his hands between her legs and spread them wide open. Tina instantly lifted her ass up in the air putting her dripping cunt right under his tongue.

Dan excitedly dove right in flicking his tongue on her clit. His swollen cock throbbed harder as he got his first taste of her sweet juice. He quickly ran his tongue up and down from her clit to her ass slurping up every warm drop. Tina gasped and squirmed as she felt his tongue slide into escort gaziantep portalı her tight ass. She had never had that experience before and wanted more.

Dan slid three fingers deep inside of her tight pussy and started searching for her sweet spot. She moaned excitedly as he found the perfect spot and he could feel her contracting her muscles around his fingers. He was grunting with pleasure as he continued to devour her sweet juice. Tina’s body shook as she exploded into her second orgasm. She clamped her legs shut around his hands unable to allow him to touch her throbbing pink flower petals any longer.

Dan slid his hand out from between her legs. Tina sat up felling her creamy liquid pouring out of her pussy and sliding down towards her sweet round ass. She climbed up and straddled herself over Dan’s long body her heaving breasts brushed against his hairy chest causing her nipples to harden again.

Dan’s cock was pulsing so hard now. She took the head of his shaft that was covered with pearly drops and rolled it against her hard nipples. She then bent down grasping his cock with both hands and squeezing more of his pre cum out as she flicked her tongue licking up every drop.

Tina had begun sliding her tongue up and down his shaft massaging his hairy balls with one hand and the other working on the base of his stiff rod. She opened her mouth wide and wrapped her sweet pink lips tight around the head of his cock sliding it deep into her mouth sucking furiously as she massaged his manliness. Dan was squirming with pleasure and moaning rocking his ass up and down as he moved his big dick in and out of her mouth.

Tina’s body was on fire; she was ready to feel him deep inside of her cunt. She released his cock and reached up to kiss his sweet lips and pressed her full breasts against his bare skin. Their nipples rubbing together. Electric shocks were running through both of their bodies as she again spread her legs wide, straddled his body and pushed her warm, wet pussy down over his cock thrusting him deep inside of her tight hole. Dan was now able to finally feel the true depth of the sweet pussy that he had so hungrily explored with his fingers and tongue.

Tina rocked hard on top of Dan her clit screaming with excitement every time their bodies slammed together. Dan stretched his long arms out tightly grasping her ass to push himself deeper into her warm, wet pussy that she was squeezing tight around his cock. Tina’s breasts were heaving with each deep breath she took. She let out a scream of pleasure just as Dan was letting out a deep moan. They exploded together. Cum dripping from her swollen cunt. She laid her head against his chest, beads of sweat from their bodies running together. She gently rubbed her body against his until his now soft cock slid from her body and their combined juices continued to run from her body down to her ass.

Dan and Tina both starry eyed kissed gently and intertwined their bodies collapsing in front of the glowing fire. They both fell asleep exhausted. Tina awoke the next morning and a feeling of warmth rushed though her as she felt Dan’s long arms still wrapped around her. Their naked bodies pressed tightly together. She could feel his deep steady breathing on her neck. She wiggled in a little closer and closed her eyes. Never wanting to leave this special place.

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Pleasant Valley Sunday

Springtime! Finally! I have been so tired of winter this year and freezing my ass off. Just seems as though it has dragged on this year. But I have vegetables planted in the garden now and am up a little earlier than I typically am so I can get things watered and cared for in the garden. I am quite happy with myself. Plenty of little green heads popping up everywhere. A good start for the garden this season.I am putting up the hose and about to go inside when I hear an odd commotion from my neighbors yard. I only have the one neighbor as I live on a corner lot with an alley behind me.I got a smoking deal on the house that I bought as an investment and then spent the time fixing it myself. There was a lot of work to be done – hence the deal.

My neighbor moved in 5 years ago with his wife and two daughters. We don’t talk or interact with each other. I know their names only because I hear them on occasion. His name is John. His wife is Alexis but gets called Lex most of the time. The older daughter is Samantha and goes by Sam and Jenna is the younger sister and goes by Jen. The conversation I had with my neighbor was a couple of years ago when they bought a dog and there were a couple of boards missing from the 6 foot privacy fence. It wasn’t high on my radar to fix, but as they were getting a dog John wanted to be in my yard for a couple of minutes to attach some new boards. I told him if he just left the boards by the fence I would gladly put them up. The dog they got was a dalmatian and they named it Spot. Holy shit you have to be kidding me. If that dog were to go to school he would be teased endlessly.

As I hear this commotion I walk over to the fence. One of the boards has a knot hole near the top of it. It is the perfect size and I have to bend over a little to see through it as I am over 6 feet tall. It keeps you well hidden though. Not escort gaziantep manken bayan as though there is anything to see. Don’t get me wrong, Lex and the girls are all hot but they don’t do anything. Not even like lay out and tan in the summer. Looking through the knot hole would gain me a glance of their grass growing. Hell, I can get that on my side of the fence. So not expecting much I bend down a little and put my face to the fence and HOLY SHIT!! There is Sam on her hands and knees with Spot knotted to her. Turned ass to ass and filling her up with hot doggy sperm. Guess he won’t be made fun of after all. Sam has her hand between her legs and fingering her clit which is what I was hearing as she gets closer to orgasming on Spot’s cock.

My own cock was hardening by the second. I mean it is like one of those WTF moments. The train wreck you can’t stop watching. I always considered my neighbors kind of boring and plain so this was a total shock to see. And maybe they are kind of plain, but Sam is a whole different story. I unhooked my belt, undid my button and unzipped my pants so I could get my cock out. Sam is mostly dressed. Her skirt flipped up over what is just the firmest, most perfectly rounded ass you could ever imagine. I don’t see panties anywhere and maybe she didn’t wear any if she knew she would be doing this? I start stroking my cock for all it’s worth since they had a considerable head start on me. I know this is so wrong on so many levels, I mean like legal shit and animal abuse and maybe some home dynamics that should be looked into, but mother fucker, this was amazing to watch! I know it has been awhile since having a woman in my life and I am sure that is part of my not looking away.

I see Sam’s hand moving faster and faster and can hear her getting closer to orgasm. Right then Spot starts to pull his cock out. He gets the knot out and Sam creams herself as she cums. I watch as his red dick slides from her – a trail of dog semen runs from Sam’s pussy. Spot stands there with his cock hanging between his legs licking at it while Sam licks her fingers clean with what has to be a mix of her juices escort gaziantep masaj yapan bayan and Spot’s seed. That is all I can take and shoot a huge load of cum on the fence. I watch as Sam gets up and straightens her skirt. Spot hops around her all excited as they go back into the house. I get my shit back together and go inside so I can take off for work. Not like I can tell anyone at work about this. They would be telling me to call the cops. And if I didn’t and they did … would I be like an accomplice or a peeping Tom. I will just not say a word about it and put it out of my mind.

Right – out of my mind huh? Next morning I am taking care of my garden when I hear the neighbors’ back door open. I hear Spot running along the fence and then he pisses right where I was standing and dribbled cum all over. I walk over to the fence and tell myself not to do it but then I look through the hole. This time I didn’t show up late. I see Sam bent over and stroking the dog’s cock. Spot is humping away at her hand and spraying pre cum all over. Sam bends over for him and grabs his cock as he mounts her. She quickly guides him into her pussy and Spot takes off like a jackhammer. pounding away at her at her pussy. Good thing Sam is on the shorter side as Spot has just enough height to be able to drive into her. His head is off to one side of her with his tongue hanging out. He pushes his knot into Sam and she immediately starts rubbing her clit as he has slowed fucking her. I watch as he turns ass to ass with her and then it is a replay of yesterday. I cum all over the fence marking my territory just as Spot will tomorrow.

So this has been my week. It is Friday and I am eager to see if Sam is going to continue her daily routine of getting pumped full of canine semen before starting her day? I finish my garden work which is coming along quite well and then head to the fence to my personal perverted viewing area. I don’t have to wait long when the door opens and Sam and Spot come outside. Spot pisses where I am standing and then Sam calls him over and he eagerly runs to her – hopping around and trying to get her on all fours gaziantep masöz escort bayan so he can mount her. Sam gets him calmed down and starts stroking him just as I start stroking my own cock. I watch as I have all week – mounting her sexy ass and Sam guiding him into her. I am enjoying the show with a myriad of thoughts going through my head when I feel something wet. I look down and see Jen licking my cock!!

“What the hell are you doi …?!” Jen cuts me off and puts her fingers to her lips telling me to be quiet. She points at the fence and whispers to keep watching. I look down at her and then at the hole in the fence and then back at her kneeling at my feet. She smiles at me and then nods towards the fence. I look through the hole as I have all week and see Spot turned ass to ass. I then feel my cock slide into Jen’s mouth and her sucking on it. I look down at her and then back to the fence. I am on sensory overload. Seeing Sam and the dog, Jen sucking away at my cock. She is gorgeous like her mom and sister. 34B chest, dark hair down her back, pretty face even prettier with my cock hanging out of it. This is more than I can take. I had gotten pretty good with timing my release with Sam and the dog, but this was totally unexpected. I run my hand through Jenna’s hair and then grab a handful of it on the back of her head. Just as I do I push her head onto my cock and explode in her mouth and down her throat.

Jen coughs and tries to push her head off of me but I hold her hair harder looking down at her – eyes bulging open and coughing on my cock. I let her hair go and she immediately pulls her head back – still coughing and gasping for air. As she kneels there panting I can see my cum dripping from the roof of her mouth and onto her tongue. I mouth the word swallow to her. She closes her mouth and I hear her swallowing. She finishes and opens her mouth to show me it is all gone. Jen stands up and kisses me on the neck. She then tells me that her dad fucks the shit out of their mom as they both watch Sam and the dog out the back window. I watch as she heads to the corner of the fence, moves a couple of loose boards, smiles, waves and says nice to meet you as she moves through the fence and puts the boards back in place. I am still standing there with my flaccid cock hanging down and thinking what a fucked up neighborhood this has turned out to be.

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Okie-doke. Here is another one of my true stories about past loves or sexual experiences. I still get private e-mails from readers who doubt what I say is true. That’s okay. I know they are true and it’s somewhat therapeutic for me to write these things here in this forum. My wife and I have talked at length about my wide and wild sexual past and she knows that while I did have a lot of fun, I do have a great many regrets as I toyed with many a young ladies feelings just to quench my own sexual thirst. Writing about them seems to help my guilty conscious.

But not all of my sexual conquests or “counting coup” as I called it, simply dealt with getting my ashes hauled. I actually had feelings for some of the women I have had in my life. This story about Ann Christopher (last name changed) is one of those women with whom I did have feelings, and probably still do to some extent.

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One of my all-time favorite movie lines comes from the John Wayne movie, “The Cowboys”. The great black actor, Roscoe Browne (what a wonderful voice he had) and actor A. Martinez were visiting a wagon that had some “soiled doves” bathing and doing laundry. The madam, actress Colleen Dewhurst, asked Martinez’s character if he would like to spend a dollar and get laid. To make a long story short, it was determined both men would pass. But Ms. Dewhurst said to the young man (Martinez) that “the first time ought to be in the back of a carriage with someone you think you love”. Oh, she was a sexy woman and her gravelly voice sent chills down my back the first time I heard her. Her portrayal of the older madam was the epitome of why I like older women.

The madam in that movie was right. The first time you have sex ought to be with someone you are in love with, or at least think you love. Good or bad, a young man or woman’s first experience in intercourse should be fun, romantic and unforgettable. And if it occurs in the backseat of a car or carriage, that’s fine too.

I had got my driver’s license in 1971 and immediately set about exploring the regions of various girls’ bodies in the back seat of my white four-door 1964 Chevrolet Impala. Try as I might, I had no luck in losing my male cherry in the back seat of my “carriage”. Then I started dating Krena. She was the same age as me but was a grade behind. Krena was buxom and full-figured. I never liked skinny girls/women and Krena was pretty much how I liked them. Some use the term “full-figured” while others say “corn-fed”. I like “Rubenesque”; still curvy with lots of cushion and no chance of getting cut by a thigh bone.

Krena and I played around a lot in the backseat of my old Chevy. She agreed we would have sex but she did not want to do it in the backseat of a car. She had already lost her virginity and it had happened in a car and she did not want to do it that way again. She wanted to “do it” in a real bed. Well, that was okay by me!

Krena and I “did it” only one time, in her bedroom in the middle of the day while skipping high school. We snuck off the school grounds in my car during lunch and drove to her house. I’m not sure the car had stopped moving before I was out and in her house heading to her bedroom. I may have even banged my erection on the steering wheel as I jumped out. Man, I was cocked and ready!

I remember Krena and I giggling as we stripped out of our clothes and hopped into her bed, crawling under the covers and snuggling as we kissed and stroked each other. I crawled on top of her and started stabbing my cock into her. The trouble was I wasn’t hitting her pussy! I was so excited (and inexperienced) I was trying to drill my own hole into her pubic region. Gawd but I was a klutz! Krena reached down and grabbed my cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. I could feel the warm wetness as my sensitive cockhead felt the softness of her vulva lips. As the rapture of that feeling ran up the shaft of my cock and down my spine, I entered her pussy, sinking to the bottom with little resistance. And I came. Yep, right then on my first stroke into a warm pussy I came. Oh the shame! Oh the embarrassment! Oh the humanity!

I didn’t know what to do. So I pulled out, jumped off of her and out of the bed. I stood there staring down at her in disbelief. And Krena did the only thing a girl could do in this kind of situation, cry. Crap….now what do I do.

What I did was I got dressed and left. Oh, I tried to comfort her but I sucked at it. So I made my excuses and left. My first time had been a disaster and I wanted to run away and hide, maybe become a hermit and never show my face to the public again. As I was driving back to school, I knew everyone was looking at me, pointing Ankara travesti a finger and laughing. Instead of going to school I went home and went to bed, telling my mom I was sick.

I’m sure my story is not all that uncommon among men. I’m just able to admit that my first time was not my moment of shining sexual glory. I told an older friend of my experience and he gave me some sage advice I have lived by since; learn sexual restraint techniques and always put the pleasure of the woman before your own. Once I learned this, my sexual experiences improved 1000%!

Shortly after this I began my relationship with Shirley East, an older black woman I worked with at the airport (see my other story “Her Name was Shirley”). While we never fucked or made love, we had a wonderful time together for about three months and she taught me many things on how to please a woman out of the bedroom. You know, give flowers, kind words, compliments, things a gentleman should do for his lady. I am forever grateful for her guidance as it benefitted me many, many times over the past 40 years. Even though we never had sex, she helped me advance my sexual skills none-the-less.

In 1976, I met another older woman named Ann. She was white, 43 years old and a widow. She had short black hair with sparse streaks of silver, cut in a “Page Boy” or “Dorothy Hamill” style, brown eyes and a very pretty oval face. She was somewhat elegant without being snooty, and had a refined demeanor. Body wise she was about average; nothing spectacular, other than her height as she was 5’11”. Her father had been a state law enforcement officer and she had an 8×10 photograph of him shaking hands with President John F. Kennedy when he was still a US Senator and came to Oklahoma for a visit in 1960 while campaigning for the presidency. She would later give that photograph to me and I have it to this day.

Ann and I met at a local gathering for tall people. It was an informal club called the “Tip-Toppers” and was for men over 6’2″ (I’m almost 6’4″) and ladies over 5’10”. They met once a month at various restaurants around the city. I had been invited by a friend to join and I thought “What the heck. I have to eat”.

It was my first time at the meeting and Ann’s second or third and we sat next to each other during the meal. We hit it off immediately and soon it was as if we were there alone on a date and everyone else around us was mere noise makers in a busy restaurant. I’m a “toucher” and while talking or laughing I will reach out and briefly touch a shoulder or a hand. At one point, I had said something funny and as we both laughed I put my hand on top of hers. But before I could remove it, her other hand came and rested on top of mine. As our laughter died down to smiles, our eyes locked. I can still see the twinkle of joy that shone in her eyes as the warmth of her hand on mine warmed my soul. We connected at that moment. We had a wonderful hour or so together at the dinner and it seemed like we had known each other all our lives.

As the club meeting began to break up, Ann and I lingered for a bit at the table, much to the waiter’s chagrin, I’m sure. We obviously did not want the fun evening to end.

“I like you Rick. You’re a very funny and interesting guy. It’s a shame I’m old enough to be your mother”, Ann said as she lightly rubbed the top of my hand.

“Well, I like you too, Ann, and I think you are an absolute peach. And listen, age means nothing to me. If someone makes you happy, then go with it. Life is way too short to discriminate over something so trivial”.

“Peach” is a word I use a lot. I like it. Most women seem to like being called “peach”. I don’t know why. And what I said was true, she was a peach and life was/is too short to get all hung up on race, or creed or religion or whatever.

To cut to the chase, Ann invited me to her apartment for tea (I am not a coffee drinker) so I followed her in my ’55 Chevy (the old ’64 was by then long gone). I was looking forward to the possibilities of a pleasurable evening with Ann, both mentally and physically.

Ann had a two bedroom bungalow apartment that was beautifully decorated in earth tone colors with plush furnishings and soft accent pillows. Several candles were scattered throughout the living room and she asked me to light them while she prepared the hot water for our tea.

As I lit the candles, I noticed some record albums she had laid out by her Marantz stereo.

“Oh! You like Herbie Mann?” I asked as I rifled through the small stack of records. Herbie Mann was a jazz flautist that I greatly enjoyed then and still do today.

Ann came around the corner to where I was standing, turning off the lights leaving only the warm glow of the flickering candles.

“I certainly do. Do you like him too?”

“Very much so. I think I have all of his albums except for the ones he did in the 50’s. His “Memphis Underground” is probably my favorite.”

“Well then, look on the shelf Konya travesti and you will find it. Let’s put it on, and enjoy his music, shall we?”

I reached over to the shelf and found the album in quick order and placed it on the stereo turntable as she returned to the kitchen. I stacked five other jazz records on top so we would have a continuous soundtrack going for a while. Moments later, the smooth sounds of Mann’s jazz flute began to fill the apartment’s airspace. I’m telling you, the Marantz stereo system of the mid-1970’s had a great sound to it and looked great as well. The provocative sounds of Herbie Mann and the lit candles began to set the mood for the evening.

I sat down on her plush, pillow enhanced sofa and began to take in my surroundings and the possibilities of the evening. I was amazed at how two hours ago I did not know this woman from Eve in the Garden of Eden and now here I was, alone with her in her apartment and in my mind, obviously headed for an evening of sexual delights.

Ann soon joined me carrying a tray with a china teapot, cups and saucers, sugar and tea bags. The cups and saucers matched the tea pot and had Chinese characters on them with dragons. They matched the wall decoration motif in the living room as she had several items with Chinese dragons hanging on the wall in frames or as tapestries. I made a comment about it and she admitted she had always found oriental art and dragons very appealing.

We sat and drank our tea and made small talk as we enjoyed each other’s company. It was amazing all the things we discovered that we had in common. After a pause in our conversation, Ann sat her tea down and again placed her hand on mine.

“Rick, I want you to understand that I don’t bring strange men home with me as a rule. And while you and I do share a great deal of commonality, you are still, basically a stranger to me and I do not want you to think I’m some old lady out cruising the streets looking for love.”

“Ann, I am thinking no such thing. I am enraptured with you and can think of nowhere else I’d rather be at this moment but where I am, in the company of a charming and absolutely beautiful lady.”

Ann leaned towards me and placed her hand on my face, lightly running her fingers over my smooth cheek.

“You are so sweet. But this is all still bothering me and there is the age difference. You’re only 22. I’m very concerned abo….”

I raised my hand and placed a finger to her lips to shush her. As I did she stopped talking and looked me straight in the eyes. I could see her eyes were smoldering with a fire that wanted to be either stoked or put out. My next move was obvious as I did not want that fire to go out at all. I leaned into her and replaced my fingers with my lips.

Kissing has always been my specialty and something I greatly enjoy doing, especially the soft, tender romantic kiss. I was very good at it before I hooked up with Shirley East, the lady from my story, “Her Name Was Shirley”. I was blessed with a natural style of kissing that pleases women and leaves them longing for my lips. But Shirley helped me to develop my kissing style into a pleasurable art to include what a man should do with his hands while kissing a woman for the first time and it’s not grabbing her breast or ass, but ever so lightly caressing her cheek or hair. Jokingly I referred to my kissing as giving the “blue plate special”. A great many women fell for me simply because of my kissing ability. There were even women who were not all that fond of me personally who still enjoyed my kisses. Ann was no exception.

As my lips touched Ann’s for the first time, I brought my hand up to her cheek and ran my fingers just enough into her hair by her ear to allow my palm to rest on her face as my thumb oh so slightly moved across her cheekbone. My kiss was light and brief and I pulled back a few inches to look into her eyes. Softly, almost a whisper, I said to her my feelings about what she had tried to say before I had cut her off.

“I told you earlier, age does not matter to me nor should it you. Especially now”.

I leaned in again and this time really kissed her. I could feel her body yield to mine and move in closer as her arms went around my neck. She turned her head slightly to the side so I could make better, more sensuous contact with her lips. The kiss this time was the “Full Monte” if you will. It was the kiss of lovers.

I lightly tickled Ann’s mouth with my tongue, letting her know I wanted entrance. Her lips parted and as my tongue probed the moist recesses of her mouth I found her tongue coming to meet mine. Our tongues danced together and I yielded my advance to allow hers to move into my mouth. Once it was there I closed my lips around it and sucked it in further, feeding on it as if it was a nipple.

Ann groaned as I sucked on her tongue. I would later find out this was a first for her and she really liked it. From that moment on, we did not kiss passionately İzmir travesti without her tongue being sucked on by me. She also would suck on my tongue, which I also greatly enjoy.

As various records played, Ann and I enjoyed each other on the sofa. We kissed and panted for at least 10, maybe 15 minutes. Then Ann gently pushed away and held me at arm’s length.

“Would you like to see my bedroom?”

I stood up and held out my hand to Ann.

“Yes ma’am. I surely would”.

Ann took my hand as I helped her up. But before we took one step, I reached down and scooped her up in my arms. Ann giggled.

“My, my. Aren’t you the strong one and so gallant!” she exclaimed.

It was obvious where her bedroom would be since she lived in an apartment so I headed from the living room to the bedroom. When I arrived at the side of her king size bed, I gently laid her down with her head on the pillows. I then moved over her to the other side and lay down with her. Immediately we began to kiss again. Ann made the first move to shed our clothing by unbuttoning my shirt and un-tucking it from my jeans as we kissed. I continued to run my fingers through her hair and caress her face and arms as we kissed. Once she had opened my shirt completely, she ran her hands over my smooth chest and played with my left nipple. As she did so, I began to kick off my boots.

Ann moved on to my belt buckle but had some difficulty with it. It was a large first place bull-riding buckle I had won at a local rodeo back in 1972, the only one I ever won. I reached down and un-did it for her. Ann then unzipped my jeans and reached in for my cock. Oh, it was hard, rock hard. But there was no way she could pull it out without breaking it in half! Remember, this was in 1976 (but before that stupid “Urban Cowboy” movie—gawd I hated that flick!) and the cowboys wore their jeans very, very tight.

I raised my ass up off the bed as I reached down and peeled my jeans and low-rise briefs off. I also took off my socks as I looked back over my shoulder at Ann. She was now undressing as well. I remember thinking to myself, “Hell Slick. You haven’t even touched her body other than kissing and here she is taking her own clothes off!”

After I had removed my socks, I leaned back and watched Ann. She had got off the bed and stood at the side of it as she removed her dress, slip, bra and panties.

“Not bad for an old lady I guess” she mumbled.

“Nope, not bad at all. Come here”, I said in a sultry but commanding voice.

Ann crawled back into the bed and as our lips met again, my hands immediately reached out to cup her breasts. Her nipples were rigid and pointed at least a half an inch from her pink areoles. She had about 34 B size breasts and while I have always been a big breast man, hers were simply exquisite with very little sag or stretch marks. Hard to belief she had given birth to three kids from the looks of her natural perky breasts and fairly smooth tummy.

For the next hour, Ann and I explored each other’s bodies. We sucked and licked each other’s breasts, 69’ed and briefly fucked with her on top. While sucking her clit I gave her a wonderful orgasm that had her pulling my hair as she screamed out her pleasure and ground my face harder into her pussy. After that hour, we took a brief break and I went to the stereo to replay the records as they had finished. I returned to the bed and to Ann as Herbie Mann’s “Memphis Underground” began to play again. I remember Ann watching as I walked back to her and commenting about how hard my cock was. I responded as I crawled in next to her that it was “so hard a cat couldn’t scratch it” which brought a hardy round of laughter from her.

As the laughter began to abate, I moved on top of Ann. My cock was aching to return to her hot pussy. Now, I’ve been with a few women in my life whose pussy didn’t feel that great. But Ann’s was not one of those; her pussy was absolutely marvelous. Sure it was a little loose after doing childbirth three times but it felt just fine!

I let my cockhead run along her pussy slit and lightly dance on her clitoris hood. She jerked and smiled, moaning her pleasure at the sensation it gave her. I had to do it a couple more times to watch and listen to her mewl. I then ran it down to the opening and sunk it back into her wet love canal. As my pubic hair meshed with hers, I was in Nirvana. Hot damn but that felt good! There is nothing better than the feel of a warm pussy around your cock when one is engaged in a romantic interlude.

My skills at lovemaking had increased significantly by this point in my life and I was very excited at the chance to make love to this woman. I did not want to fuck her; I wanted to make love to her. Guys, there IS a difference in the two. I’ve fucked a lot of women, but I have not made love to all of them. Ann was different. This was a lady who deserved respect and my best gentlemanly behavior. I was not going to fuck her; I was going to love her.

I began to move in and out of Ann’s pussy; pausing ever so often to bury myself in as far as my six inches would allow and grind our pubic bones together. Ann (like most woman) really liked that as is would rub her clitty against me giving her more pleasure.

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Linda had lived alone in the Midwest since her husband left several years ago.

It was painful at first. She always loved her husband and did her own thing. Now that he was gone, she kept doing her own thing, and was still trying to find someone to love.

One afternoon she was watching TV she saw a commercial for the nearby college, and thought maybe there was something there for her. She had graduated from an out of state college where she met her husband.

On a whim, she decided to take some classes, mainly to keep busy.

Although about 25 years older than the other students, Linda looked like a college coed. She stood 5’4″ and wore her brunette hair short.

She had an athletic form, which she kept up by running 5 or 6 miles every other day. She was happy with herself, even with her ass that had gotten a bit wider with age.

The first day Linda arrived in her arts history class, wearing a sleeveless pink top and a white fluffy skirt that hit her mid-thigh. It was a hot fall day and Linda wanted to be comfortable.

One of the other students liked what he saw when Linda walked in and sat down near the front.

Jim sat in the back row and paid more attention to the sexiest woman he had ever laid eyes on rather than the professor.

As the class ended, Jim stepped up and introduced himself.

“Hi there, my name is Jim, and I wonder if you aren’t doing anything now, join me for coffee and talk about the class,” he said.

Linda couldn’t believe she met someone the first class. She suddenly noticed she was getting warmer, her heart was beating faster and she was breathing heavily.

“Oh, ah, hello. My name is Linda,” she thought she said. So enamored with Jim, she readily agreed.

Jim suggested they walk to a nearby Starbucks, and could walk there as it was a couple blocks away.

Linda held Jim’s hand as they walked and they talked about the class and it’s instructor.

Linda ordered a Carmel Café Mocha Tall, and Jim got a Black Grande. He paid and let Linda find a table as he brought the drinks over.

“Jim, I guess you should know, I’m a little older than you.”

Jim touched Linda’s knee, and said, “I know you are a bit older, and I like that about you. I really like everything about you so far. You have great blue eyes I could get lost in, your smile is so adorable, and you have great legs. Do you do any running?”

Linda almost couldn’t breathe. She thought of what to say.

“Yes, about 5-miles a few times a week, would you like to join me tomorrow morning.”

Jim agreed, and they settled on meeting the next morning at his fraternity house and running along a nearby trail.

Linda pulled up to the address around 8 am. She got out of the car, wearing a sleeveless running shirt over a sports bra, and tight short running shorts and her running socks and shoes. She was trying to impress Jim.

She drew double takes upon entering the front door, and asked a boy if he could get Jim for her.

“Jim the pledge master? Ah sure, are you his mom?” a kid said.

“Hahahaha, no, no, I’m a friend, Linda.”

Soon Jim arrived and welcomed Linda to the home. She hugged Jim and he hugged her back.

He asked her if she wanted a tour, but she said they better go for an early run.

Jim said he was ready, wearing a Frat shirt and shorts, low socks and black running shoes. They started running down the street and crossed over to the trail. Linda was trying to impress Jim and took out on a fast pace, and Jim kept up, sometimes trailing a bit to observe her ass which he was starting to admire.

They talked about the weather and Jim talked about other classes he was taking. They ran on a loop and in 50 minutes had arrived back at the fraternity. Both were breathing slightly heavy, and Jim invited Linda inside to clean up. She hesitated, but relented when Jim said he had his own shower.

They climbed some stairs and turned down a long hallway with Jim’s room near the end. He grabbed a clean towel for Linda and gave her a quick tour of his room and bathroom.

She closed the door, locked it, then kicked off her shoes, stripped out of her sweaty clothes and hopped in a hot shower. She secretly was hoping Jim would come in.

Linda used some of Jim’s soap and shampoo, got cleaned, dried off, wrapped the towel around her and exited the bathroom. She asked Jim to hand her the bag she brought with her and went back to the bathroom to change.

Linda gaziantep escort bayan numaraları put her sweaty clothes in the bag. She entered the room, kissed Jim, and he walked her out of the house.

They exchanged phone numbers and Jim said he would call her.

When Linda got home, she stripped out of the clothes and took a hot bath. She called her best friend, Kathleen, and told her of her day.

“Are you saying you are seeing a fraternity boy?” Kathleen said in a startled voice.

“Jim is a man and I think I’m love with him.,” Linda said in a correcting term. “So far we have gone for a run together, had coffee, he held my knee,” she said in a beaming voice.

“And showering at his fraternity house? Are you sleeping with him?”

“Ah, not yet,” Linda said.

“You are terrible,” Kathleen said and laughed. “Simply terrible. He could be your son. His parents may be younger than you,” Kathleen said.

“Wait, hold on, he’s calling me,” Linda said. “Gosh, you sound like a teenager in love,” Kathleen said.

“Hi, Linda? It’s Jim, I was thinking about you. Do you have plans yet for dinner?”

Linda again felt her heart racing. She so was excited about Jim, and she didn’t want to let Kathleen ‘s comments deter her. She asked him to hold on, and told Kathleen about the invitation.

“You’re not going, are you?” She said.

” I am. I like Jim a lot.”

“Linda, c’mon, be serious,” Kathleen said.

“He makes me feel good. I’ll call you latter,” Linda said.

“Hello Jim, sorry about that, yeah, I’d like to join you for dinner.”

“Great, what about Beams Steakhouse?” Jim said.

“Yeah, that’s good. Why don’t you pick me up at 6 pm?”

Jim agreed, got her address, and they said goodbye.

Linda really wanted to look good, and found her little black dress in her closet, matched it with short black sheer thigh high nylons, low healed black sandals, and a matching black bra and bikini panties.

She made up her face and hair and found a nice necklace to wear.

Jim arrived at the door and brought Linda a bouquet of flowers. She thanked him, placed them in some water and they left..

He helped her up into his pickup truck, letting her use his knee as a step into the truck, and he ran around the other side and they took off.

At the restaurant, Jim ordered a glass of wine for Linda, and ordered a beer for himself.

Jim ordered salads for each of them to have prior to their meals, which Jim ordered two New York Strip steaks and baked potatoes.

Linda told him about her past, how her husband left her, and how she was glad He had asked her out.

Jim told him about his past, what was happening at the fraternity, and how he was really pleased with what had happened so far.

Linda felt comfortable telling Jim she was 43, and Jim admitted he was 20. Neither Linda or Jim were taken aback by either’s age.

Jim went over a party schedule at his fraternity and hoped there might be one event she might attend. Linda didn’t hesitate to say she would be glad to accompany Jim to any event he chose.

They ended their dinner, and Linda insisted on paying. Jim wasn’t so pleased, but Linda told him he could get the check the next time.

She invited him over to continue their evening. Linda almost offered Jim a drink before remembering his age. She sat on the sofa next to him. Jim made the first move and kissed Linda softly and pulled away. Linda then pressed her lips on Jim’s and put her hands on his back. He pulled back and removed his shirt. Linda’s eyes opened wide at the sight of Jim’s muscled chest and flat stomach.

She told him to take the rest off. She had nervous energy and blurted her request out. Her heart raced when Jim stood up, kicked off his shoes, and removed his socks, then unbuckled his pants and took them down with his boxer shorts.

Linda liked Jim’s tight ass and shuddered when she saw his semi erect penis, which already looked as big as her forearm.

She beckoned him back with her finger and he sat back next her to make out some more, eventually sitting on his lap, with his erection pressed down on her ass.

“This is the first time I’ve gotten naked first,” he told Linda.

“You look amazing darling,,” she said, and they kissed some more.

Linda got up and led him to her bedroom. She had him sit on the edge and she leaned on his broad gaziantep escort pornoları shoulders to take her heels off. She asked him to unzip her dress, and it fell to the floor. With her back turned, he undid her bra clasp, Jim rolled off her nylons and then he slipped her panties down. He held her hand as she stepped out of her panties, and leaned forward to kiss her tight butt.

She turned around and jumped on Jim, and laid on top of him as they kissed. Her small breasts mashed against his chest. Her pale pink nipples were already erect. She reached down to grab his cock and gasped as she could only fit half her hand around its width.

Jim flipped Linda over on the bed, and used his hands and mouth to pleasure her nipples.

Then he moved down to Linda’s body and kiss her slightly open pussy. She had shaved her legs and bikini area earlier in the day, and Jim seemed to like it, licking her outer labia and used his tongue to taste her inner labia.

Linda was bucking her hips and breathing heavy at the attention and placed one hand on her breasts and the other on Jim’s head, stoking his hair and soon treated him to her orgasm, some of which splashed out on Jim’s face.

He moved up and kissed her as he positioned his hard cock against her pussy and let it slide inside. He moved in and out at a slow pace, and was dropping sweat on Linda’s already glowing body.

They kissed softly as Jim increased his pace and was thinking he was going to cum soon. He kept going and without saying anything pulled out and stroked himself a few times before blasting off on her chest and stomach. Four shots of cum landed on Linda as she smiled. When he was done, Jim rolled back next to Linda and cuddled her as they kissed.

Linda rubbed her fingers on her body, and tasted Jim’s thick cum. She smiled as she really loved it.

They got up and took a shower together, and Jim talked about which fraternity event he wanted Linda to attend.

Jim kissed Linda goodbye, and she went to bed. He let himself out of her house and drove back to his fraternity.

The next morning Linda asked Kathleen to meet her at another Starbucks near the downtown area. She told Kathleen everything that happened, and Kathleen looked envious and alarmed at the same time.

“Are you going to the pledge mixer,” Kathleen said with a laugh.

“They’re having a fundraising event and Jim said I could help with marketing,” Linda said.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Linda, you’ve got to stop this.”

“I can’t. I love him,” she said.

Linda asked her friend if she wanted to attend the mixer, as there would be alcohol served. Kathleen considered the hot sex story she heard and said, “Maybe.”

Jim and Linda became a couple, and started going out more, attended football tailgating parties, where she turned around when the guys were drinking, but otherwise kept by Jim’s side at all times. The other fraternity members all treated her with respect, which Linda thought was due to her boyfriend’s insistence.

The big mixer was coming up, and Linda convinced her best friend to attend, telling her Jim would find a nice guy for her to date.

“I’m just going to see how you act,” She said.

The women entered the Fraternity lobby and all the guys greeted Linda by her first name. Jim arrived and kissed Linda, then introduced himself to her friend.

“You must be Kathleen,” Jim said, shaking her right hand. “Linda is a great woman.”

“She is,” Kathleen said.

Looking around, Jim found the guy he chose to accompany Kathleen. “Dan, over here man.”

“Hey Linda. Hi, uh, Kathleen is it? My name is Dan, and…” he said, trailing off as he was entranced by Kathleen ‘s beauty. She was taller than Linda, shoulder-length brunette hair, larger boobs than Linda and a curvaceous figure.

Kathleen thought she must be crazy being there, but she loved her friend and wanted her to be happy, so she went along.

Jim gave them a tour of the fraternity for Kathleen’s sake, and had his hand on the small of Linda’s back to guide her along.

Suddenly Kathleen looked around and Linda and Jim were gone. Jim dragged Linda into his room, pressed her against the closed door and kissed her hard.

“You look so hot today,” he said as he reached under Linda’s shirt, and under her bra.

Linda felt awesome. Jim pulled her onto his bed and started undressing her. Jim planted gaziantep escort portalı kisses all over her body, then used his hands to lift her ass up and used his lips and tongue to pleasure her. Linda was very turned on and her pussy was already wet.

She kept her hands on Jim’s back and used her fingers to stroke his hair, as Jim increased his pace. Linda thrashed against the bed and soon achieved an orgasm.

She then laid back and Jim crawled up to her.

“Would you consider sleeping here tonight?”

Linda thought for a few seconds and said, “That would be great,” with a big smile.

“I’ll let you get ready to go and we can leave together,” Jim said.

Linda found Kathleen standing in the kitchen talking to some boys when she saw Linda and asked where she had been.

“Jim went down on me in his bedroom,” she said smiling.

“What am I going to do with you,” Kathleen said.

“He also asked me to sleep over, and I’m going to,” Linda said laughing to herself.

“You are so bad girl. Are going to go, you know, all the way?” her friend said with a sly laugh.

Kind gave her friend a look, then went to help Jim.

Toward the evening Linda texted Kathleen, Do you want to get dinner with Jim and me?” Kathleen texted back, “I left hours ago and am at home with a glass of red wine. Be carful.”

Jim took Linda out for pizza. This time she was able to get in his truck herself.

They were seated and Jim ordered a round of beer and water, and a medium supreme pizza.

He held Linda’s hand, and she felt at ease.

“You are so charming Jim. I am falling in love you,” she said.

“I love you Linda. You are very special to me.”

They sipped their beers and talked about the day, what went right and wrong, what happened to Kathleen, then the pizza arrived.

Jim had three slices and Kathleen had one. They decided to take the rest home.

Jim drove them to a bar where a local band was playing. They listened to the music for awhile and Linda leaned into Jim. Soon he said they should get out of there. She agreed and they went back to their Fraternity house. Jim tossed the pizza box at a couple guys watching TV, and they went to his room.

Inside, Jim turned on some music to set the mood, and pulled out a white box with a pink ribbon, and gave it to Linda, who blushed a little as she was surprised.

“I thought you might like it..”

Linda unwrapped the ribbon and open a side of the box and sighed.

“You should not of done this sweetie, but I’m very excited to try it on for you.”

She went to the bathroom. Jim thought about undressing, but decided to wait.

Linda took about 10 minutes, admiring herself in the mirror, then opened the door and stood in front of Jim with a little smile. She was wearing a red sheer babydoll which flowed out at the bottom, red thigh high nylons and her heels.

“Am I your little babydoll?” Linda asked.

“Yes! Holy fuck! You are so beautiful,” said Jim as he went to embrace and kiss Linda. “You look amazing honey. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

He led Linda to his bed and she laid down on her side.

He took off his shirt and removed his shoes and socks. He took his jeans off and his boxers and his cock was already hard.

He laid next to his girlfriend and helped her out of the babydoll, allowing it to slide down her body. She asked Jim something and he moved up and Linda tried to take his penis in her mouth.

She opened as wide as she could. The head was too big to enter her mouth, so she kissed and licked the bulbous head, and licked around the sides.

Jim felt aroused and moved down, pushed her babydoll down her legs and placed it on the bed. She was now nude except for her nylons.

He got his penis half way in her hot pussy when he looked at Linda. “I want you to cum in me,” she said.

He pushed further and started stroking in and out. Linda was getting close to having an orgasm. Jim noticed and picked up his pace.

Soon Linda was coming, splashing on Jim’s cock and providing him extra lubrication. He thought about where he wanted to cum, and soon pulled out and placed his penis head at Linda’s mouth. She opened up and he stroked himself and started shooting off his cum inside her mouth. He blasted three times and then lowered his penis.

Linda smiled, showed Jim the cum on her tongue, then swallowed and smiled.

They kissed and Jim helped Linda out of her nylons and they took a shower together. Then they went to bed nude.

The next morning, they decided to go to their Arts History class. Linda didn’t bring an extra set of clothes. Jim found his cleanest fraternity shirt and shorts and handed them to Linda. They fit her nicely without underwear. After he dressed they walked out of the fraternity house to their class arm in arm.

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She fumbled with my zipper and gasped as she freed my cock. “It’s even bigger up close!” She quickly engulfed about 4 to 5 inches of my cock. I knew I should stop her but her lips, tongue and mouth were magical. She guided my hand to her pussy. She was soaking wet.

“Oh god.” And a few moans was all that I could muster. I was so incredibly turned on by what was happening. My cock was rock hard and throbbing as she continued to suck harder and faster.

She was sopping wet as I slowly inserted 2 fingers into her tight pussy. I was slowly finger fucking as her moans started to increase on my cock. I was so close to cumming in her hot mouth when there was a knock on the window. She raised her head from my cock as we both looked towards the window. It was the police. Dina sat back up. We only received a warning from the police and were told to move on.

That was a close call as I zipped up and started to drive away.

We had to head to the hall where the repass was being held. She was already late. What was I going to do once we were there. gaziantep sahibe escort bayan I wanted my cock in her tight pussy. I’m sure she wanted it too. I had to figure out something.

I dropped her off near the entrance. And parked the car and waited a few minutes before I went inside.

I went inside and started to talk with old friends and family. I tried to avoid Dina because I didn’t want to sprout a hard on in front of everyone. I could see her watching me as she mingled with everyone. I was watching her too. I want ed this thing to end so I could take her to my motel room.

She texted that she wanted to finish what we started. She said she didn’t want to wait any longer. She told me to meet her by the coat closet in 5 minutes.

My heart started to race as I looked for the coat closet. I found it off to the side of the entrance. It was unmanned for this event so the counter was closed. I entered the door and there was Dina bent over the counter with her dress around şahinbey escort bayan her waist. She was reaching behind her with right hand rubbing her pussy intensely. I could hear her moans as I approached her. What a sight to see. That golden brown heart shaped ass. I Walked up to her and replaced her hand with my own. My god she was wetter than in the car. Her moans increased as I was rubbing her clit as I inserted 2 fingers into her. She shuddered and came all over my hand.

“I need you cock now. Please I need it now.”

I lowered my pants very quickly as my rock hard cock sprang free and brushed her sweet ass. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it up and down her pussy to make sure it was nice and wet. She held her ass open for me as I continued to tease her. I slowly entered her tight pussy for the first time. I only inserted the head and just stopped as she tried to push her ass back up against me. I wanted to take it nice and slow.

“Please just fuck me. Pound me from behind. We şahinbey bayan escort don’t have any time.”

“OH GOD”, as I completely entered with one hard stroke. I started to build a rhythm as I grabbed her hips. I was starting to pound her harder and harder. Her pussy felt so good. Her pussy gripped like a glove.

“Your cock is amazing. Please don’t stop fucking me. God it’s so big. I have never been filled up like this.”

I held onto her hips and was pounding away like a madman. She was moaning I was moaning. She was pushing her ass up against. I was so deep inside with each thrust. I could feel she was close to cumming.

“Yes, yes, yes. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Fill my pussy with your cum. OH GOD!!”

I let out a moan and groan from deep inside me. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming.”

She straightened up and wrapped her arms around my neck as my cock was starting to soften. I nuzzled her neck and squeezed her tits through her dress.

“I want your cock after this is over.”

“I want you too.”

We dressed and went back out to our friends and family. I needed a beer. I was sitting there drinking and I received a text from Dina.

“Check your pocket.” It was her panties as I quick stuffed them back in my coat pocket.

“I’m not wearing any panties and your cum is dripping down my legs right now. I want to feel your cock in all of my holes. Please fuck my ass tonight!!”

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