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Chasing youth

Part 1

My name is Derrick Tyson. I am 30 years old. I was a weak, nerdy virgin in high school. I never had a date, didn’t go to the prom and had a smell about me in high school. I didn’t play any sports. I was the weird guy. I was mocked and laughed at. I did well academically but I was a social zero.

Let me tell you how I transformed myself into a man that, as of this writing, has screwed over one hundred (100), and counting, women of all shapes, sizes and races.

It all started with me, after another lackluster Friday night filled with video games and masturbation, finally I had an epiphany. I was 19 at the time. I decided to do something about my situation. I was living at home, working a crappy job, and I was fat. I decided to get up the next morning and try and work out. I knew nothing. However, I did know how to read and research.

The first thing I needed to do was find a gym and a support system. The only way you will learn how to be a man who is getting laid regularly is to find other guys who get laid yakacık escort regularly. I needed to get a new circle of friends. This group of friends were probably hanging out were an uncoordinated, shy guy like me never went which was the gym. I found a gym in the area. Not one of those cute gyms were if you drop a plate or grunt, they yell at you. No, I found a gym where the guys talk shit to you if you do not lift. I also noticed a lot of physically fit, females in that gym as well.

I went in with my weak, flabby body and just got on a treadmill. I did the treadmill and slowly but surely went over to the bench press. I could barely lift the 45 lb bar. I heard someone snickering about my titties. I stayed with it, though. I started going to the gym every day and the guys there started helping me with different tools and techniques. I started doing speedwork on the track after talking to one of the guys there that used to run track in college. They also started asking me about having a girlfriend. I was too ashamed to say I had never samandıra escort gotten laid. To them, at nineteen, this was unbelievable. They got a good laugh but after a while they wanted to help me. The older men started giving me advice on how to talk to women. I had never had this type of advice before. I thought women were so sweet and virginal, but it turns out that the great majority of these women were sluts. It was time to take them off the pedestal.

My first conquest after going to the gym after about three months was a girl named Lisa. I met Lisa in a club. I was losing my fear of women due to my weightlifting, getting more physically fit, and not being afraid of confrontation. I went right up to her after having a few drinks and asked her for a blowjob. She started laughing right there on the spot and we had a conversation. Later on that night, I got her phone number. The next day we chatted on the phone for over an hour in which she informed me she had a boyfriend, but she was horny. She did not have a car, so sancaktepe escort I picked her up at her trailer and brought her back to my place. My mother was working the night shift, so I had the place all to myself. I brought her up to my room. I was nervous but I knew I had to accomplish my mission. She sat on the bed as I stood. Lisa slowly unbuckled my belt. Then she unbuttoned the top button on my shorts. My dick was throbbing right now. The wetness was showing through my shorts. She unzipped my shorts and they fell to the floor. She then reached inside my boxer shorts and pulled out me johnson. I was in heaven. It was finally about to happen. She grabbed me johnson with her right hand and stuck my dick in her mouth. Never had a I had such a sensation on my penis. Up and down, she went and she even opened her eyes and looked up at me while she did it. I could hardly contain myself until finally I released years of frustration, shyness, teasing and tears into her mouth all at once. Lisa, like a true cockmaster, continued sucking and squeezing my johnson until there was no more semen to come out. Afterwards I fell on the floor. I just laid there looking at the ceiling for a while. Yes, I had tears of joy. So, this is what it was all about. This is why men play football and basketball. This is the reward for working hard in the gym. Well, since I have years to make up, I better stay in the gym, and search out my next conquest.

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My First Sexual Experience Ch. 01

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As a preface, I thought I’d write about this affair I had with a married woman when I was younger. I was 20 and she was about 10 years older and married to a guy she didn’t love. We snuck around a lot while her husband was at work or out of town. We had many sexual encounters and she was the first woman I had sex with. I’ll write about many of these escapades as it was a fun time in my life. The sneaking around was fun but not the smartest choices I’ve made in my life. I think writing about them would be fun.

This is about the first time I received a blowjob and the months leading up to it, which was also my first ever sexual experience. I was chatting online a bit at this time in my life and I became close with this woman. We chatted a lot, pretty much nightly and after knowing each other online for a long time, we exchanged phone numbers. We had the occasional phone call as time went on, the online chats remained regular and they’d often turned sexual. This was back in the ICQ days. I used to read erotic stories so I had some idea on what to say and how to please women sexually. At least in writing.

We started having phone sex soon and pretty reguarly too. Always in the morning. I was attending university then so I never had to get up too early and her husband had gone to work. So around 8:00 we’d call each other up and listen to each other masturbate while talking dirty to each other. I remember hearing moans and her voice was such a turn-on. She had a vibrator and would describe how she was rubbing it on her clit. I’d ask her to put it inside her and put the phone çekmeköy escort next to it so I could hear the wet noises it made. We would always time it so we’d cum at the same time. Hearing her cumming was the hottest thing a 20 year with no sexual experience could listen to. Pretty hot for any male with any amount of experience actually.

We did this for quite a few weeks until we decided we should meet. We had exchanged photos of ourselves already by now. She sent some photo of a good looking woman that she said was her a long time ago. It may have been but it must’ve been very long ago. She wasn’t ugly by any means but she was overweight however not close to being obese. She still had a shape of a woman. Pretty much every single description of a woman written by males on this site are tall, skinny big breated women. Not this chick but like I said, she wasn’t ugly by any means and still had a shape. Big shapes.

We decided to meet at a park near the city by the river. By now she’d driven by my house before and we knew what each other looked like, but have never met in person. We met at night by the river and started chatting. We got on really well. Conversation kept flowing but I think we both wanted some form of bodily contact but no one wanted to instigate it. Until finally our heads got close and we started kissing. We pasoionately kissed for a long time. It’s the second time I kissed a girl. I don’t know if I was doing a good job but she kept kissing and didn’t stop me. Our hands were running all over each other, içerenköy escort we were standing and leaning up against a handrail on the water front. She didn’t mind me touching her boobs but she didn’t let me touch her pussy. Every time I went to put my hand between her legs, she would move it away. She said just didn’t want me to touch her there, yet.

We kept kissing for what felt like a couple of hours and she was really getting horny and I was too. She put her hands under my shirt at the top of pants, and when her hand touched my a skin, I felt tingles shoot up my back. Then she slid her hands down my pants and touched my hard dick. More tingles shot up my back. Being touched for the first time felt sent my nerve endings into a hightened state. We kept kissing and she kept stroking my dick and said ‘I want to suck your cock.’ Let me tell you that is the sexiest thing to hear. It’s like all my fantasies are coming true. I asked her ‘where can we do it?’ Then she lead me back to her car.

Our cars weren’t parked in a particularly secluded place but we can see pedestrians approaching. She got me to sit in the driver’s seat and her in the passenger seat. She undid my jeans and I pulled them down and she reached and took my dick out. Those tingling feelings came rushing back and I couldn’t believe it was happening. She looked at me and I was in a daze at this point. I had the world was blocked out and I was so in the moment. Every story I’ve read written by males say their dicks are 8 or 9 inches long, but mine is dragos escort 5 or 5.5 inches. Despite me worrying that she might think my dick was too small, she seemed to be happy and didn’t have any negative reaction to it. She took my dick in her mouth and sucked me up and down. It was the first time I felt lips around my dick was truly mind boggling. She took my almost my whole dick in mouth and started going up and getting my dick so wet. It was better than I ever imagined and my mind started to really focus on these new feelings. Her tongue would twirl around my head every now and then. At the same time though, it was like

I didn’t know how to cum with her mouth. You know to make yourself cum but this being a totally new experience, her rhythm was different, the feeling was different and I didn’t feel I needed to cum. She must’ve sucked me for 20 minutes, then she started sliding all the way up my dick so her lips would slide up the head and down again with some wet friction. Then I finally felt it building up. I told her I was about to cum and she stoped sucking and used her hand on me. My hard dick was wet and the hardest it’s ever been. I came pretty hard but not the hardest I’d ever cum, because of the unfamiliarity of the feeling, but it was still awesome. She was moaning and stroking my dick as I shot my load and it dribbled down her hand and my cock. She looked at me then at my cock and said ‘I want to lick the cum off your dick.’ So she went back down and licked all the cum off my dick. It was mind boggling how sexy it was.

We chatted a little longer and we went for a short drive. We promised we’d meet up again cause she had a great time and I got my dick sucked for the first time in my life. So I was in.

On the drive home, it was hard to process what happened that night. I replayed the whole night over and over in my mind for the next few days. I did work out I liked getting my dick sucked.

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“Hey, do you have a light? I seem to have misplaced my matches,” said the attractive modestly dressed girl. We were both in the paddock area at the Sebring, Florida 12-hour sports race, now in its 10th hour. Corvettes, Ferraris, MGs and others were still circulating in the dark, kozyatağı escort the leaders already having driven more than eight hundred miles since the 10am start.

I got out my Zippo and lit her L in fact, it was pretty erenköy escort exciting! I wanted to make sure I could do it right for Jim. He’ll probably want me to swallow the cum and I just might for him. Thank you for the harem escort lesson!”

I gave her a hand up and we both realized we needed to get to the start-finish for the end of the race. I held her hand as we retraced our path back to the paddock in time to see the Gendebien/Hill Ferrari scream by to win. I asked for her name and phone number before we parted, but she said that we should just keep the memories.

We went our separate ways. I felt a little used but was still buzzing from the experience. I suspect that Jim would be thrilled with her new skills and that they would soon be happily married.

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As we came into town, we passed the Sonic Drive-in. Rita looked out the side window and said, “Can we eat there, instead of having pizza. A hamburger sounds better to me and we can eat in the truck.”

I turned down the next side street and made the block coming back to the drive-in. I parked toward the back of the place and in an area where there were no other cars. I placed our order over the speaker and then relaxed.

Rita sat as she had been, with her back against the truck door and her feet up on the seat. As I looked at her, a slow grin came to her face and she slowly pulled the hem of the tee shirt up along her shins. When it was about half way to her knees, she moved her knees apart. Her sex was once again peeking at me, but this time, with me not having to watch the road, I had a clear view and a chance to really look at her. I gave her a leering grin, which made her giggle.

She slowly moved her feet father apart as she said softly, “This is fun and very exciting.”

“Yes it is,” I said, also in a soft voice. “Just remember that you can’t do this with just anyone. Make it something special and make sure who you do it to or for, is just as special.”

Her grin changed to a smile and she nodded. “I understand completely Uncle Rick. I really am a good girl and I may act a little boy crazy at times, but I’m in no hurry to get anywhere near serious. I’m very curious about sex and all that goes with it, but I won’t die if I don’t find out right away. Well, at least I don’t think I will anyway.”

I smiled at her and said, “Good for you, I knew you had good sense under there somewhere.” I glanced at the rearview mirror and grinned before I said, “Now, get decent, here comes our food.”

Rita’s head flashed around to the back window and she said, “Oh shit,” as she quickly lowered her legs and pulled the shirt over her knees. “That’s my girlfriend; I forgot she was going to work here but I thought it was next week, after school was out.”

I chuckled and said, “Well, so much for her hot date tonight.”

Rita laughed and said, “Oh yeah, I had forgotten about that. Boy, I bet she’s pissed. I think tonight was supposed to be her big night. Her and her boyfriend have been talking about marriage for the last couple of months, right after school is out, if you believe him. I don’t but I can’t tell her anything.”

A cute little blonde’s head appeared at my window and she told me how much the order was as she hung a tray on the window. I handed her a ten and a couple of extra ones and told her to keep the change. She said, “Thanks.” And then turned away, headed back to the main building.

Rita watched her through the back glass. “I guess she didn’t see me,” she said after a moment, a little sound of disappointment in her voice.

“She doesn’t know my truck, so why would you expect her to be looking for you,” I said as I handed her, her hamburger.

Rita giggled and said, “Oh yeah.” As I pulled out the cup holder and placed her coke there. “I was at least hoping that being here with you would make her curious or maybe even a little jealous. She has this big fantasy about an older man that is worse than mine.”

She took a bite of her hamburger and quietly chewed for a while. Before the next bite she said, “I wonder what she would think, if she knew I was naked under this tee shirt and that I had just been flashing my pussy at you before she got here.”

I decided that the question really didn’t need an answer that she was just talking to herself and teasing me with it. We ate in silence for a while and then she said, “That look on my face and mom’s were pretty close to the same, intensity wise that is.” I thought about where her line of reasoning was going and stayed silent.

I had finished my hamburger and she still had a bite or two left, when she asked abruptly, “What do you think of my girlfriend?”

“She’s a nice looking girl.” I replied, glad that she had changed the line of her thinking.

“If she were willing, would you go down on her, you know, have oral sex with her?” She asked.

“What!” I said sharply and then I busted out laughing.

She looked at me funny for a moment as I continued to laugh. When she frowned, I waved at her and tried to control myself. After a moment, I asked, “You’re kidding right? What would a cute young girl like her or you for that matter, see in an old man like me? I might be alright to flirt with or to tease but sex of any type is out of the question. First of all, both of you are way too young and well, I’m way too old.”

Rita’s frown slowly changed to a smile as she took the last bite of her Hamburger. She took a slow sip of her drink and then rolled up the trash and put it into the bag the burgers had come in. Sliding across the seat until she was right next to me, her smile became a grin, and then she leaned across, between me and the steering wheel, to place the bag on the tray at the window. As she straightened up, she kissed me on the cheek and then on the lips kadıköy escort very softly.

“You’re not old, Uncle Rick. You’re a very good looking older guy, kind, gentle, and knowing. Sexy too. Just the things you know are enough to get me antsy and squirmy. I probably can’t imagine all the neat and sensuous things you could do to me and I have a pretty active imagination.”

I shook my head but I chuckled and said, “I’ve never been buttered up with a shovel before.”

Rita laughed and kissed me on the cheek as she cuddled up against my side. After a moment of me hugging her gently, she sighed and said, “Seriously, Uncle Rick. I am going to learn somewhere, from someone; I just hope he’s all the things that you are. Kind, gentle, knowledgeable enough to carry it off without hurting me, mentally or physically.”

I was wondering what I was going to say to that, when the blonde headed girl appeared at the window again to get the tray. I hadn’t seen her approaching.

“Hey, Mary,” I heard Rita say.

Mary started for a second and then moved forward more, to look around me. Seeing Rita, her eyes got big and then they flicked back to me for a second. I could see all sorts of things running around wild behind her eyes.

Her eyes jumped back to Rita and she said, “Hey, Rita.”

“You know my Uncle Rick, don’t you?” Rita asked her.

Mary looked at me for a second and then recognition set in. “Oh, yeah, hey, Uncle Rick. How have you been?”

“Fine Mary, it’s been a long time since I last saw you. Are you graduating this year too?” I asked making conversation to get her mind off of Rita snuggled up to me and my arm around her.

“I sure am. Then I’m getting married and getting out of this one horse town. I want to see what the big city has to offer me,” she answered with a big grin.

“Isn’t being married, going to cramp your style and limit what you can do? Then what happens if you get pregnant and he decides he doesn’t want to be married anymore? It happens a lot that way, you know.” I asked.

She looked at me for a moment and then glanced at Rita. “Hey, don’t look at me,” Rita said. “All I told him was that you were planning a big date for tonight and that you were probably going to sleep with your boyfriend. That you two had been talking marriage for a couple of months now. You know I don’t like the guy. You can do better.”

Mary frowned and looked back at me. I shrugged and said, “I’m sorry, I should have kept my opinions to myself. I don’t know you or him, so….” I let the sentence trail off.

She took a deep breath and let it out slow. She looked at Rita and shrugged. “Your Uncle is probably right. I’ve had a lot of time to think tonight.” She paused and looked back at the office. “Look, can I come by so we can talk tomorrow?” She asked Rita.

“Sure girlfriend, anytime, anyplace, you know that.” Rita replied and leaned across me again to squeeze her friend’s hand.

Mary’s eyes ran over the front of Rita’s tee shirt for a second and then she glanced up at me with a grin. Looking back at Rita she asked, “Didn’t you forget something? Like maybe your bra?”

Rita giggled and nodded, “My panties to, I’m naked under this tee shirt.” Mary’s eyes got very big and her mouth opened slightly. “You keep your mouth shut, you hear. You go blabbing, and me and Uncle Rick are dead. You know my mom.”

Mary glanced up at me and then back at Rita, as a big grin spread over her face. “You go girlfriend, I want to hear all about it tomorrow.”

“I’ll show you the pictures,” Rita said and laughed. Mary’s eyes got big again and her mouth dropped completely open this time. “Ok, you get back to work and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“But, but…” Mary muttered and then she looked toward the office and whispered, “Oh, shit.” Then she grabbed up the tray and head that way.

I looked over at Rita with a frown, but I didn’t say anything. She looked up at me and smiled. “It’ll be alright, you’ll see, Uncle Rick. I think we did a good thing for Mary tonight. I think your questions mirrored her own too close and made her see some things she need to see.”

“I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about you telling her you were here with me nude. Damn girl, you’ll get us killed yet.”

Rita laughed and then hugged me as she said, “Mary will keep her mouth shut, I know too much about her and she’d end up dead too. Like, she’s the one that streaked the boy’s gym class last year on roller skates. She had on a mask and the skates, and that’s all. She can’t talk; I’m the only one who knows about that. I helped her hide afterwards, until she got dressed and rid of the skates.”

I chuckled as the vision of that floated behind my eyes. I started the truck and slowly backed up. Rita was still cuddled up to me, so I went out the back way. I stayed on the back streets until I came to a small county road going north.

*****

There was about another hour or so kartal escort of daylight left as we left town behind us. Rita wiggled around and pulled the tee shirt up around her waist and raised her feet up onto the seat to curl them up next to her bare butt. Suddenly, she leaned forward to turn on the radio. My arm had been around her shoulders, just as suddenly, I found my hand on her firm, warm, bare ass.

I quickly moved it, but she turned and grinned at me. “You can leave it there if you want to,” she whispered. “It felt wonderful.”

I put my arm up on the top of the seat and grinned back at her. “Yeah, it felt wonderful all right. A little too wonderful and it was an accident. We’ll leave it at that and my arm where it is now,” I said with a smile.

She smiled and turned back to the radio. “I hope there are a few more accidents. The thought that there might be, has me all tingly in a certain spot,” she whispered. I didn’t tell her about the throbbing hard-on in my shorts, hidden by my tee shirt. I didn’t dare.

She found a station she liked and I turned off onto a small dirt road, running out through the woods. I had worked in this area for five years and I knew the back roads very well. Rita looked around and then grinned as she slipped the tee shirt off over her head. She laid it on the seat next to her and then stretched her hands over her head, pressing her palms against the roof of the truck. Her breasts would move ever so much as she rolled her shoulders, her nipples getting harder and harder as she displayed herself for me and anyone else that might accidentally see her.

My hand moved almost of its own accord, ending up on her back at her shoulder blades, and slowly ran downward along the center of her spine. She gasped softly and arched her back farther and farther as the hand went lower. I paused at her tailbone and then started the return caress back to her shoulder blades. As I held my hand still, she whimpered and lowered her hands to her breasts, softly caressing each one, before she pinched and rolled her nipples. This brought a soft moan to her throat. I returned my hand to the seat back.

She pulled on her nipples for a second and then sighed as she released them. She sat there on the edge of the seat and looked straight ahead for a moment before she turned her head and smiled at me.

“Now, who’s teasing who?” She asked as a little shiver ran throughout her body.

I smiled back and winked at her. “Tease? Who me? I’d never do anything like that,” I said as I drove along slowly.

She giggled, looked back forward, and said, “Yeah right, I forgot, you’re an old man that no girl could possible want to have anything to do with.”

My hand moved to the seat and two fingers just barely brushed her skin as they climbed her spine from her ass to her neck. She gasped again and arched her back. My hand moved over and slowly caressed her side from just under her arm to her hip. She shivered and took a quivering ragged breath.

“Are you about to come?” I asked in a soft voice.

She nodded quickly, so I returned my hand to the seat back. She sat there with that slight shiver for a few seconds and then she took a deep breath and let it out raggedly. A moment later, she sighed and leaned back against the seat.

“Under control again?” I asked in the same soft voice.

She nodded slightly and then grinned. “Mostly,” she whispered.

I chuckled and caressed her hair softly. “Okay little one, I’ll let you relax and enjoy your nude ride.”

We rode a while and then she asked, “If your touching my back and side turned me on so much, I wonder what would happen if you…. You know, touched me other places.”

I chuckled and replied, “You would come suddenly and sharply, and that would be it. A sudden release and nothing more. The excitement would die slowly after that, most likely. This way, you build up and then coast down, to build up again. Kind of like a roller coaster. Remember last night when you were keeping yourself from coming by sheer will. Remember the intensity of that first touch when we got home?”

She nodded and then gasped lightly. “Oh, yes.”

I grinned at her and she grinned back.

*****

I came to a crossroads and took a left, and then turned right through an old gate into a narrow track going out through the woods. Rita took a couple of sharp breaths as we hit a hole and kept on going for another twenty yards. There was an opening in the trees to the left and I pulled into it, stopped, and turned the truck off.

Rita sat up on the edge of the seat and looked around. “Where are we?” She asked.

“We are in the National Forest about a half mile from the lake. Do you still want me to take some more pictures of you?” When she grinned and nodded, I said, “We can take a walk down toward the lake and I can take pictures as we go. You might even get the chance to go skinny dipping.”

She grinned and moved maltepe escort over to kiss my lips gently. “Will you get naked with me, please?” She asked softly.

“We’ll see,” I said in the same kind of soft voice.

She grinned as she slid across the seat to open the door and get out. “I’ll take that as a maybe.” she said with a giggle.

I got my camera and a large beach towel from behind the seat. Thinking about her maybe comment, I took off my tennis shoes and tee shirt. I emptied my pockets, except for the truck keys. These I hid behind the left front wheel of the truck.

With Rita’s tee shirt and the towel under my arm, I locked the truck and came around to her side. When she saw me, she grinned and winked. “I got part of my maybe.”

I grinned and winked back at her. “Be very careful what you wish for, you might just get it. Then you’d have an ugly, naked old man on your hands, so to speak. I don’t think you’d ever get over the mental shock of that.”

She grinned and cocked her head to one side. “I saw you in your Speedo, remember. We were down on the river for a float trip, a couple of years ago. You looked pretty good to me; you’re in as good a shape as my dad or step dad. Better in some ways and they are far younger than you.”

“I remember that trip but you sure didn’t look like you do now. You were a skinny little girl for the most part, with a little baby fat, here and there,” I said with a big grin.

She moved away from me, out into the bright sunlight and then took up a pose, with her hand behind her head, her body slightly angled to the side. I snapped her picture. Then she turned around and placed one hand on her hip and looked back at me over her shoulder. I took the picture as the thought that she really did have an outstanding butt, just like her mom, crossed my mind.

“I’m not sure which makes me drool more, your boobs or your butt,” I said with a laugh.

She giggled and bent more at the waist, sticking her ass out prominently. I whistled and took a picture. She grinned and bent even more, placing her hands on one ankle, just above her foot. I moved a little closer and knelt down to take this shot. When I finished I stood up and blew out a big breath.

“That’s enough, you’re killing an old man.” She giggled and stood up. “Come on,” I said, “Let’s take a walk before I get into trouble.”

She laughed as she followed me down a trail into the woods. “What makes you think you’ll be any safer in here?” She asked.

I looked at her and frowned, which made her laugh again. “Ok, I’ll behave. As much as I can anyway.”

“For some reason that’s not real reassuring,” I said with a grin.

We walked a couple hundred yards and then the woods opened up to large widely spaced oak trees, with long sweeping limbs. Most of the lower limbs came all the way down to the ground. As we passed one, Rita looked over at me with a grin and then ran over to climb up on it. I dropped the towel and her shirt as I scrambled to get pictures. I took a couple more as she walked up along the wide branch.

When she was about ten feet off the ground, she paused and stood on one foot with her arms spread and her other leg as far out to the side as it would go. Then she bent at the waist and brought the raised leg back to stick straight out behind her. I took several pictures as she went through a series of dance and gymnastic poses. I marveled at the limberness and flexibility of her beautiful young body. My mind laughed at the thought that at one time I was that way.

She ran out of poses and walked on to the trunk of the tree. She stepped into the wide fork, squatted down, and looked down at me. “Come on up,” she said with a wide grin.

I shook my head and then took her picture before I replied, “No way. My tree climbing days are over. Anyway, if I did, who would be down here to catch you if you fell out of there?”

She laughed and said, “I ain’t going to fall, I love climbing trees.” She giggled and added, “It’s even more fun naked, especially with you down there, watching me and taking pictures.”

She dropped one of her hands between her spread thighs and rubbed lightly at her slit, which made her shiver. “I better not do that or I will fall out of this tree.”

She looked at her fingertips and then rubbed them together for a second. She bent farther forward and looked down between her thighs and giggled. “I’m so wet that I’m dripping.”

Unconsciously, I licked my lips, which made her giggle again.

Suddenly she stood up and quickly walked back down the limb toward me. As she got about even with my shoulders, she turned and squatted down again. Spreading her knees wide apart, she said, “Get a picture of this close up so I can see just how wet I am.”

I took a picture from where I was and then moved closer and took another. She was wet alright. I could see the glistening and shine on her inner thighs and the area around her sex had little drops of moisture clinging to the sparse hair there. I licked my lips again, not even realizing that I did it.

Rita giggled and asked, “Want a taste?” She dropped her hand back to her sex and touched a finger to her opening, slipping it inside to the first knuckle. I took a picture as she made a soft grunting groan. When she removed the finger, it was slick and shiny.

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Note from Lady: This story tops out over 21K words. I tried and tried to keep it to 15K but was just rushing it and not enough detail. I hope you like Thorin and Margaret’s story and the drama this part brings to the table. More to come. ~Lady xoxoxo

Thorin

We were nearing the end of the second week that Margaret had been with me in the San Francisco Bay area and it was like she always belonged here. I never got tired of her quiet and calming presence in my company or in my home. We had talked and she was going to stay one more week and then return home to prepare for Baccalaureate and Graduation ceremonies. We had not talked about the future after that.

I had not pitched Margaret the final contract for her SaaS product. I was playing with some thoughts about what I wanted in life and with her and how to use this situation to get Margaret to move here with me but I needed to think about it more. It was truly a special product with sales funnels, built-in customer relationship management, framework for courses, stores, and websites. After talking it out, she wanted to do a much cheaper add-on license for additional domain names instead of requiring the customer to purchase a separate subscription for each domain. Margaret’s vision was to truly create a product for the middle class that was affordable for start-ups. She had no interest in marketing to the Fortune 500. She was focused on smaller companies and making a difference. She was content with whatever money was there to be made while keeping the costs for her product as low as possible.

I remember that kind of drive when I was younger and when I was much more hungry. My drive was to make that money though. Now, I wanted my balance. I wanted to build a family. No one knew that side of me because I had never taken out those desires into the light of day and looked at them closely myself, and I certainly hadn’t shown those desires to anyone else. In light of my new examination of my changing priorities in life, I had not decided yet what my next move was.

It was Thursday and I had taken Friday off. We were picking up Jack from the airport tonight and having a relaxing dinner and to talk about his health and wellness business. Tomorrow night I would take them both to the Founders & Investors Spring Gala. I was the Keynote speaker and it would give Jack the opportunity to rub elbows with the entrepreneurial elite of San Jose. I was completely prepared to speak, dance a couple dances with Margaret, and get out of Dodge if she was uncomfortable or overwhelmed. I didn’t care anyway. I only wanted to be there if she was on my arm. I smiled to myself. I couldn’t wait to show her off.

The paparazzi had gotten some shots of Margaret at Declan Industries and us out together holding hands on a walk, getting ice cream cones, and a shot of me in the parking lot of a movie theater with her bent back against the passenger door of my Tesla and I was kissing her neck. I laughed to myself. I remember not so long ago that I would have been enraged for the paparazzi to publish a photo of me like that with a woman. Not that I would have ever been caught out like that with a different woman. I hadn’t taken a woman to the movies since I was 30. With Margaret…it was funny and I was proud to be seen with her. Headlines like “Declan’s Bachelor CEO Off the Market?!” and “Young Philly Genius Ending Thorin Blackhill’s Days as a Playboy?” were all over the society pages.

What was even more hilarious was that Margaret never even noticed paparazzi around and seemed wholly uninterested with the articles and photos. I showed her the headlines and photos on my phone but she just rolled her eyes and laughed it off. Her mother was a Philly socialite and she was used to the paparazzi. I find it super weird that it doesn’t seem to bother her and that she is uninterested what they say. She simply doesn’t care. It was weird…but also refreshing. I had never dated a woman that wasn’t obsessed with the society pages.

After blankly staring at the computer screen trying to look at metrics from the first half the week and seeing nothing for 30 minutes…I sent my operations analyst a note to prepare a 2 page overview and email it to me to read later. I would read it on my phone in bed after Margaret was asleep, then I could read it while she was beside me. I sighed. I had it bad. I simply cared about nothing besides spending time with Margaret. Calling my limo around to the front, I hopped in and loosened my tie and told my driver to hightail it home.

Leaning my head back against the plush leather, I closed my eyes and day dreamed about how I had fucked Margaret in the back of this limo last week with her tiny pussy clenching around my cock and me squeezing those perky, tanned tits together and licking and sucking her rosebud nipples while I drove my hard rod up into her like a madman.

Reaching down into my suit pants, I rearranged my dick to a more comfortable position and continued with my salacious memories on the ride home. I never even bothered çekmeköy escort to pull my iPad from my briefcase…screw my 400+ unread emails.

I’d worry about that shit next week.

~~~~~~~~~~

Margaret

I didn’t want to go back to Philly. San Francisco Bay was beautiful, it was warm, the technology focus was refreshing, and Thorin’s place felt like home. It was unusual for me to feel comfortable somewhere new to say the least. My autism was very high functioning but sometimes I really needed solitude because my creativity was born when I was alone. My brain didn’t work to full capacity without the isolation needed to think things through, especially if I was feeling overwhelmed. I don’t know if it was because Thorin was here, or because I had finally found where I fit, but I didn’t feel like an awkward guest here.

My biggest worry was Thorin showing me off around Declan Industries and being labeled the 21 year old that the CEO was sleeping with…but no one treated me that way. The day of the big hack when I met everyone, they started to respect me. Employees knew Thorin had called me to help mitigate the damage and serve their customers. I had been asked by HR a couple of days later to help hire. I had reviewed resumes and been present for interviews and provided feedback. They also asked me to propose an ISD division restructuring plan. Now, I was a paid consultant on Declan’s payroll, approved by the board and everything. That was a huge feather in my cap for my resume.

When I was visiting Thorin’s office, the guys would come down from the crow’s nest and ask me to look at a piece of code or help them understand a compliance regulation. In many ways, I was thankful for the opportunity to be of some service, because now they trusted me and I cared about them too. Funny how a crisis brought what could have been a really awkward time for me into a blessing. I wasn’t bored and I was glad to be contributing.

I was super excited about Jack coming tonight. Jack was pretty skeptical of Thorin and I’s relationship. He didn’t trust Thorin for a second but he wanted to hear him out and see what he had to say about his health and wellness business. Jack was also excited about California and going to the Founders & Investors Spring Gala. Thorin’s connection could open a lot of doors for Jack even if he was upset that Thorin had stolen his baby sister’s innocence and taken her away from Philly and the Mitchell empire. Jack was a mite dramatic. I laughed to myself. He got that from mom.

I was in Thorin’s giant, marble tub waiting for him to get home. We would grab Jack first from the airport and then go eat. I had all kinds of bubbles and bath oil in there and was sunk up to my neck with my hair tied on top of my head. It felt amazing. Thorin wouldn’t get home for an hour and a half so I had plenty of time to soak and dress.

My mind wandered as I laid back in the tub and looked out over the partial view of the Bay. It was late afternoon and it was busy outside but I was relaxed and happy. Picking over my thoughts about the last couple weeks, I took things out of the vault that is my brain and looked them over, made my decisions about how I felt about those things, and carefully placed them back into the vault to look at again another time if needed.

As it often did in the past 2 weeks since I had met him, my thoughts turned to Thorin and our relationship. I grabbed up my bottle of exfoliating scrub and went to town on my legs and feet while I thought about him. We had been inseparable since the moment we met. It was never weird or awkward and our comfort level was like we had been dating for years. He seemed to genuinely love me and I knew I was in love with him. I hadn’t wanted to admit it at first but it had happened fast and was very nearly love at first sight.

I was a logical thinker to the point of killing romance and love thoughts. It was probably one of the reasons I never had a date until meeting Thorin. Jack and Adam literally teased me about my lack of romantic thoughts, they shared some laughs at my expense and I had always just thought they were idiots.

Thorin was romantic enough for the both of us. He was also a highly logical thinker but he had those dreamer qualities that I didn’t have. In my mind, things always were just what they were, very black and white and I picked up patterns quickly. Thorin saw everything through a lens of potential. He could see what something could be and he could create a vision to get there. It was something I loved about him and it was imagination that I lacked.

Thorin saw me, wanted me, and he made decisions to get me. I was under no assumptions that I had done anything to make our relationship happen…I would have smiled politely at the conference and bid him a good day and that would have been the end. But Thorin pursued me…it was thrilling and the best experience of my life. Whatever made him interested in me that day, I was grateful for it.

I içerenköy escort wonder why he hasn’t presented me with a formal contract yet on investing in my SaaS product. We had built the plan out on it. The marketing program, pricing, and how to administer the team. Thorin was transparent and open so I knew he hadn’t changed his mind. I think he operates like an internet browser that has 150 tabs open all at once. His brain is a high-powered processor that interprets data at super-speeds so he can make the fast, intelligent decisions required in a famous, Silicon Valley CEO.

I also think he is considering our relationship and future and how the business partnership is going to affect that. I am willing to move forward in good faith without a contract and I trust Thorin to act in my best interest even if we aren’t together. Neither of us defined our roles in the new company and I think it is because we are seeing how we do together until it is time for me to fly back to Philly. We will see then, once I am back in Philly and we have a few days apart to look at things and go from there.

The sexual tension between us hadn’t lessened and we are highly compatible physically. Thorin is amazing in bed. I knew I had nothing to compare it to but it was mind blowing and all-consuming and I knew it was special. It had been tough to tone it down for a couple of days after we first started sleeping together and I was raw and bleeding. Thorin was creative and gentle while we got through those initial days of soreness after becoming sexually active and it was still amazing.

I ran my hands down my body from my breasts to my thighs and back up, wishing Thorin was here to touch me. He had overslept and had to rush out the door this morning instead of waking me up with his hot, demanding mouth on my breasts or his fingers sliding between my thighs. He never failed to show me how much he desired me and I had gotten used to his touch on my body every morning.

Lightly, I massaged my hands over my wet breasts in the bathtub. Ever so gently to brush my nipples with the insides of my hands and fingers, it fanned the wanting and I was frustrated. I trailed one hand down my wet, tanned stomach in the bubbles of the tub to my slick womanhood and dipped my fingers between my lips to massage a soft circle over my nub of pleasure. I thought of Thorin’s tongue on my sensitive flesh as I stroked myself gently.

Sighing, I brought my hands up to cup and squeeze both my breasts. Then I flopped my hands back into the bubbles and huffed. It wasn’t the same as Thorin’s touch. Grumpily, I picked up my pink wash cloth and threw it at the other end of the tub and watched as it hit the marble splashguard and exploded suds everywhere, and slid back into the water. Then, a voice startled me to attention.

“What could the washrag have possibly have done to incite your rage?” Thorin drawled from the doorway.

I looked up and he was leaning with one shoulder against the frame in his suit and his arms crossed over his chest, grinning. I smiled back at him.

“It wasn’t a replacement for your hands on me. That’s what it did.” I smirked at him as desire lit up his eyes and he pushed off the frame with his shoulder and disappeared from the bathroom.

Thorin came back a moment later without a stitch of clothes on, holding a small, black object in his hand and a small bottle. I didn’t ask what he planned to do with it. I trusted him. Thorin always made sure the sex was good for me and for himself and I was learning along the way.

Thorin stepped into the tub facing me and sat down in the other end of the tub. The water level rose in the tub but not to “make a mess” levels. He slid forward and grabbed my hands and pulled me forward so I was laying against his chest in his lap. Nuzzling close, he covered my lips in a heavy kiss and I felt his cock jump against me with that first passionate kiss and I moaned softly. I didn’t know what witchcraft brought him home early, but I was incredibly grateful for it.

Looking down into my face, Thorin said, “I missed you this morning. I’m sorry I woke up late.”

“I missed you too.” I slid my hand up to cup his jaw and I pulled him down for another kiss. I slid the tip of my tongue into his mouth to stroke his and he growled and hugged me tighter to his chest and his cock hardened to stone against my hip.

Breaking the kiss and resting my face against his shoulder, I said, “what brought you home early?” as I lazily scrubbed a handful of bubbles over his chest hair.

Thorin tipped his head back against the tub as I rubbed over his chest and said, “you did, baby. I just wanted to be with you.”

I smiled widely. I could hear the honesty in his voice. He looked back at me and pulled me up to straddle his lap in the tub and his cock was under me, rising up against my butt crack. My body was slick and oily from the bubbles and the bath oil and my skin slipped against his and he groaned as his cock slid dragos escort up and down my butt crack as he got me in the position he wanted me.

After he had me situated over his legs, straddling his lap, he reached out and ran his hands roughly over my slick and oily breasts. I moaned and leaned toward him because it always felt so good to have Thorin’s hands on me. They were large and heavy and his fingers were calloused. He rubbed those calloused hands over my breasts and his touch ran in an exciting current from my breasts to my aching nub of pleasure and my tiny slit that was begging for attention. I arched my back to press myself into his hands to get him to intensify the sensations and I squeeze my fingernails into his shoulders as I throw my head back.

~~~~~~~~~~

Thorin

I watch her throw her head back as she digs her nails into my shoulders while my practiced hands work magic on her slick skin. I smile wolfishly and take it in, thrilled that she is so wanton for me. I glory in it.

I pull her to me and suck one nipple into my mouth and suckle it. I bite the tip and then soothe where I nipped it. Repeating with the other one and back and forth until she’s moaning and her slit is dripping for me. My cock is so hard it hurts. I need to shove it in her so badly and soothe myself by thrusting in and out of her to ease the ache but I hold myself back.

I brought a little bottle of silicone lube into the bathroom and a beginner butt plug. It was a luxury sex toy with a soft feel and it vibrated while it was inserted. It was thin at the bottom and grew to a thicker size before dropping off to a very slender neck where there was a stopper that rested right against the taint area and a small circle for a handle.

I had not introduced her to any butt play yet, but the tub was the perfect place. After a couple of days in San Francisco Bay, I had put in a small order of new sex toys for some fun so I grabbed this little guy from my nightstand on my way into the bathroom.

I press the dispenser on the silicone lube and squirt a little onto my fingers. I spread my thighs underneath her so I can spread her thighs and with one hand I reach between us and gently prob her slit with my finger and slide my thumb over her clit and thrust into her a couple of times. She moaned and moves her hips to ease some of the sensations in her, but instead of starting that building rhythm, I am gentle with my strokes and take my other hand that I lubed up and massage over her backdoor.

She drew in a breath suddenly and tensed up when she felt my fingers there, pressing gently and swirling slowly around her puckered opening. I didn’t try to press in. I simply used gentle massaging pressure with the lube on my fingers to rub around her tense opening and up and down across it.

I clamped my lips over hers in an insistent kiss while I massage her behind. After a few moments, I begin gently stroking in her pussy with my other hand and massaging my thumb over her clit and she moaned into my mouth.

She pulled her mouth away from mine and met my eyes. I looked at her steadily and I never stopped massaging her butt or her pussy while I looked into her eyes. Margaret was panting and looked a little panicked even though she was submitting to my touch. She looked worried.

“Thorin…” she whispered, “what are you doing?”

I continued to look at her steadily and I kept touching her. “I am pleasing you, baby,” I said softly back to her, “trust me.”

I leaned in and took her lips in another heavy but insistent kiss. I took a second to get another squirt of lube onto my fingers and I returned to her tight and untouched backdoor to continue massaging around it until she began to relax and her hips returned to moving along with my thrusting into her pussy.

I pulled my fingers from her womanhood and gripped her hip and took her breast in my mouth as I stopped the massage around her opening and I started to gently but insistently press the tip of my finger into Margaret’s butt. She was breathing heavily but not in pain and she was pressing back against my finger at this point, liking what I was doing.

My fingertip pressed past the ring of muscle trying to keep me out and my finger slid into Margaret’s butt. I groaned with the way it felt. I imagined that finger was my thick cock inside her ass and I almost came. My balls hurt because I was so turned on. I began moving my finger in and out of Margaret’s ass slowly. She was moaning softly and her eye’s were glazed over and she was thrusting herself in tiny little bounces on my finger.

This woman was going to do me in. It was all I could do not to pull my finger out and replace it with my dick in her ass and thrust until I was grunting and jerking and filling her ass with my cum until it leaked out. I took a deep breath and calmed myself and I slid my tongue in her mouth as I pulled my finger out of her and washed my hand in the bathwater with a pump of body wash from the dispenser on the edge of the tub.

I broke the kiss with her and picked up the butt plug and I squirted two pumps of the silicone lube onto it and slicked it up. Watching her face as her eyes never left me, I positioned the plug at her puckered opening and I began to press in. She momentarily tightened and I reached out and began massaging her nipples and said, “relax baby, relax,”

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-Her POV- Best Friend x Best Friend

Both parties are above the age of 18.

I danced around my room to the music we had blasting. No one was home so we were able to play it as loud as we wanted. I shook my hips to the beat as Axel laid back on my bed bopping his head along. I wished he danced with me like he used to when we were younger.

I continued to dance while his eyes watched me. Looking at him I asked, “Why don’t you come dance with me?”

He immediately shook his head, “I’m not really in a dancing mood.”

“Oh? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong.”

I gave him a look, “Clearly something is wrong.”

He looked up at the ceiling, “I just have a boner is all. It’s not a big deal, it just happens sometimes.”

I vaguely knew what he was talking about. I recently learned in Sex-Ed that men’s penises get hard when something turns them on.

I responded with an innocent curiosity, “Did something turn you on?”

He let out a groan and muttered, “Sorta.”

“Oh? What?”

He reluctantly answered my question, “Your dancing.”

I stopped and looked at him, not knowing what to say.

“It’s really not a big deal, let’s just move on.”

“But you can’t dance because of it. Are you in pain?”

His husky voice pushed out, “Yes.”

“Can I help? I don’t want you in pain.”

He looked me in the eyes, “You want to help me with my boner, Juliet?”

I nodded my head, “If that would make your pain go away.”

We stared at each other in silence for a moment and I wondered what I was agreeing to. I suppose I didn’t actually know how you took care of this problem, but it was too late to back out now.

“Do you know what to do?”

I looked at his through my lashes, “Um, no. But you can tell me.”

He let out a deep breath, “Take your top and bra off.”

I looked at him, shocked, but did as he said. My breasts quickly hit the air and my nipples pebbled. He looked pained as he stared at my chest.

“I’m going to get undressed, kadıköy escort Juliet. Okay?”

I nodded and watched him quickly remove all his clothing. He laid back on the bed and stroked his dick. It was huge, protruding from his body. I didn’t realize they were so massive. His dick look strained, the head a red color and leaking.

He huskily whispered, “Do you like my cock, baby?”

I swallowed nervously and gave a small nod of my head. There was a feeling starting in between my legs.

“Remove your skirt, baby. Let me see those precious panties.”

I pulled my skirt down my legs and stood back in just my pale pink panties. There were my favorite ones, they had these small pink flowers decorating them and a bow at the hem.

Axel was squeezing his cock in a way that looked borderline painful. His poor lips were being abused by his teeth. Did I really make him feel like this?

“Touch yourself how you like it, honey.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you not touch yourself, baby?”

“I-I guess not. I don’t really know what you mean.”

He nodded to himself and said, “Come here, I’ll show you.”

I walked over to him and stopped when my legs almost hit the edge of the bed. His hand reached out to my stomach and his rough fingers grazed me. He began dragging his fingers down further until he reached the delicate spot in between my legs. He started rubbing on my nub and it felt surprisingly good. Like good, good.

“That’s your clit, honey.”

I responded with a moan and tried to push myself harder on his fingers. He chuckled and had me lay back on the bed. He pulled my panties off with efficiency. His large hands grabbed my thighs and pushed them open, staring at my wet center. My hips jerked at his appraisal.

Axel leaned his head forward and before I could even react, his tongue caressed me. Ohhh. I like that. His tongue dragged between my slit, slightly slipping in me before he brought his kartal escort attention back to my clit. His lips suctioned around me as he sucked me with his warm mouth. His tongue flicked my clit over and over, making me legs shake and clamp around his face.

I let out a scream of pleasure, begging him to never stop.

Once I was done he pulled back and licked his lips. He stared at the apex in between my thighs and went back to stroking himself.

“I want to help you now”, I whispered.

Axel laid down and said, “Take my cock in your mouth, babygirl.”

I pulled my face up close to his cock and stared at him before tentatively running my tongue on his tip. His cock jerked, begging me for more. I explored him with my tongue before grabbing him and pulling him in my mouth. I could barely fit him, but I tried my best.

I sucked on his flesh like my life depended on it. Tasting him was addicting. Maybe we could do stuff like this all the time. Before we could go on too long, he grabbed my head and pulled me off him. His cock came out of my mouth with a wet pop.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, I just want to get myself in your pretty pussy before I cum.”

I responded to him, recalling Sex-Ed, “We can’t do that. I don’t want to get pregnant.”

He stroked my face, “You won’t get pregnant if I don’t cum inside you. I’ll just pull out before then.”

I whispered, “Okay”, and laid back for him. He crawled between my legs and positioned his cock between my thighs. He rubbed the tip up and down between my folds, collecting moisture.

Axel held eye contact as he started pushing himself in my entrance. He hit a barrier before pulling back and shoving through it. I let out a yelp of pain but he just cradled my face in his palms.

“Shhh, I got you, honey. You’re taking my cock so good.”

“Axel”, I whined. I don’t know what to do with myself. He just slowly pumped himself in and out of me. His cock dragged maltepe escort along my inner walls, making them clench around him. One particular thrust caused him to rub against my clit, forcing me to let out a breathy moan. Hearing the sound he continued moving his body in a way that toyed with mine. He felt so good.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him tight against me. His arms wrapped around me in response, making sure our bodies were fully flushed together. Axel maintained eye contact as we moaned together. The pure bliss on his handsome face caused me to grow even wetter. His member slapped against me with intoxicating wet sounds. I loved the sounds of his flesh hitting mine.

He hoarsely demanded, “Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock.”

At his order, I spiraled. I clenched around him as tight as possible and my body writhed.

“Oh goddddd, Axellll! Yes, yes, don’t stoooop! Please!”

He shoved his face in my neck before whispering, “I can’t stop, baby. I’m going to come deep in your pretty pussy. It’s mine now.”

I let out a shocked gasp, “Axel, you said you wouldn’t. Don’t cum in me, please.”

His only response was his movements becoming frenzied. He rammed in and out of me with insanity. There was no reaching him, all logic has seemed to leave him.

He shoved himself hard into me, down to the hilt. I felt his cock jerk deep inside me as he filled me with his hot cum. It coated my insides and leaked down my thighs. His cock continued to plant his seed for a long moment before Axel dropped his body weight on mine. His cock stayed buried deep even as it softened.

I looked at the ceiling, not knowing what to even say. I asked him to not do one thing and he ignored me. What if I get pregnant now? Pregnant with Axel’s baby… The thought made my belly tingle.

He moved his head up enough to look into my eyes, “I’m so sorry, Juliet. I just wanted to cum in you so bad… I’m sorry.”

He looked so regretful. I didn’t want him to feel bad, ever.

I pulled my fingers through his hair, “It’s okay… You can cum in me for now on.”

He moaned against my throat and left sloppy kisses there. His hips started grinding against mine and I felt him begin to harden in me. I knew our friendship will never be the same again. How could it when our bodies now need each other so bad?

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*Story takes place in primarily from Thursday May 24-Tuesday May 29, 2018.

As it is just before dawn in Yellow Springs, Ohio a white Benz SUV sits parked in the drive of a ranch style house built in the ’70s, Abeni Gregory wakes up in her friend’s bed, she hears water running, and rises throws on her robe, and exits the room, she smells breakfast cooking as Jason Hamilton, her friend walks out of the bathroom, she notices the blanket that Jason folded, after sleeping on the couch.

Jason says as he gathers up his camera equipment “Good morning, how’d you sleep?”

Abeni yawning, yet excited “Too early, to tell.”

Jason says, “Why don’t take a hot shower, while I finish making breakfast.”

Abeni goes in the bathroom and starts the water running for her shower.

Abeni Gregory is medium brown, a little over 5’5′, her hair is a close crop which matches her small round face, she is 40, born in Martinique to a very prominent, and wealthy family, and has a slight Parisian accent.

As she undresses, she reveals her perfect petite breasts, her trimmed pussy, and flawless body, as she steps into the shower.

As Abeni is in the shower, she remembers when she moved to Ohio 15 years ago, where she first met Jason at a photography seminar.

Jason Hamilton is an olive skin complexation, short brown hair, 42, and was born and raised in Yellow Springs Ohio, and is a photographer, and owner of photography publication.

He was raised by his mother, and grandmother who owned a successful dairy farm, his mother remarried, and was widowed 2 years later when Jason was 12, she died when he was 20, leaving huge debts.

After her shower, she walks to the table for breakfast, as he brings out a case of bottled water, and puts it in the car, and he joins her for breakfast.

As they leave, she checks and locks her car, which is parked in front of the SUV.

Abeni yawns a little as he backs out of the driveway, he asks her “You tired?”

Abeni laughs a little and responds, “I can’t believe we’re camping and seeing my aunt.” as he puts on some vintage French jazz music from the ’40s.

Jason says, “I hope the music doesn’t make you more tired?”

Abeni laughs a little “I was born in Martinique, but lived either there, or Nice.”

Jason remarks “We should be somewhere in Kentucky by late afternoon.”

Abeni smiles “You know it’s funny you know everything about me, but I don’t anything about you.”

Jason replies softly “My life is filled with so much violence, and unhappiness.”

Abeni touches his arm “You deserve to be loved, and have some happiness, don’t you think?”

“I can’t really see why anyone would want to love me, and I’ve given up on being happy.” as he enters the freeway going toward Kentucky.

Abeni comforts him by gently rubbing his arm “Don’t you want to experience the joy of being in love?”

Jason sighs “How can I miss something, that I don’t even know what it feels like?”

Lost for words, Abeni remains silent as they continue to drive.

Abeni finally breaking the silence “Okay, I know that you were raised on a farm, your mother died, and you’re a photographer.” continues “But there has to be more, about you.”

Jason says, “My great aunt was admitted in Athens Asylum here in Ohio, while my uncle was admitted in another Asylum in Pennsylvania.”

Abeni becoming curious asks, “Why were they admitted?”

Jason says, “My grandmother went through the change of life, while my uncle had a nervous breakdown when his wife died.” he sighs with painful emotion “My family didn’t exactly know what to do, so they sort of washed their hands, and through them into the Asylums so they didn’t have to deal with it.”

Abeni says, “So what you’re saying is they didn’t belong there?”

Jason answers “No, they were just thrown away like garbage, that’s why I don’t like talking about my family, or life.” as he exits the freeway “It just brings everyone down.”

Abeni softly says, “But it helps when you talk about it with someone you trust.”

Jason says, “I guess it does, but it’s just too heavy to lay it on someone.”

Abeni asks, “You never experienced, or been in love, have you?”

Jason sighs, “I guess my work doesn’t leave any time, for that.”

Abeni says, “Thats not true, you’ve allowed that to happen.”

Jason asks, “Okay, when did you last experience love?”

Abeni laughs a little, but looks down “Back home in Martinique, some 20 years ago.”

Jason says, “So your like me, you have limited experience with relationships.

Abeni smiles, as they continue driving.

About 4 pm they reach the campground just before the Tennessee border and they begin unpacking the car.

As the tent was put up, and they finish an early dinner, she says, “You know any woman is a damn idiot if they don’t see the wonderful qualities you have.” she takes his hand and says, “When I get back home, I’m going to take you on your first date.”

Jason says, “Why would a beautiful woman like you, want with someone as dumb as I şerifali escort am?”

Abeni says, “Thats because I see the beauty within you.”

Jason asks, “But others can offer you so much more.”

Abeni says, “In the 15 years that I’ve lived in this country, you’re the only one who hasn’t judged, or only wanted a piece of ass from me, you treated me with respect, and dignity.”

Abeni changes the subject as he’s checking out his camera “You going to walk by the lake?”

Jason says, “Sure, we can keep each other company.”

Abeni says, “I’ll just take some water, and bring the tablet.”

Jason says, “We won’t be gone long, I just want to know the weather conditions there are.”

As dusk has set in, and are getting ready to walk back to the camp, she asks, “How about a night swim?

Jason says, “We don’t have any swimming suits.”

Abeni giggles, “We can skinny dip, who’s out here to see us?” Jason looks around, and hides behind some trees, as he undresses, she begins undressing herself.

As they both walk toward the lake holding hands, Abeni says, “This is really nice, you know getting to know each other better.” she takes her hand and touches his naked ass.

They swim a little, as she playfully touches his penis, and rubs his foreskin a little, as he has a shocked expression.

After playing and innocently flirting in the water, they see a lightning bolt in the horizon, so they swim to the shore.

While still naked, Abeni says, “Why don’t we take a picture?”

Jason asks rather shocked “Like this?”

Abeni laughs as she connects the digital camera to the tripod, “You are precious, I mean here we are naked, and went skinny dipping.”

The two-stand close together with their arms around each other, as the shutter on the camera opens and closes.

As the two get dressed they smell the approaching storm, and they begin walking back to the camp site, he feels that he needs to pee. “I uh have to pee.” as he faces a tree, as she sighs a little and says, “I guess I should go too, before we go to bed.”, he takes out his semi erect penis, and pulls back the foreskin, as she bends down with her pants at her ankles.

She sees the pee coming out of his cock, as she begins to pee, she gazes at his cock, as he finishes peeing, and puts his member away.

As they continue walking toward the camp he reveals, “You know the one thing I always wanted was to have a nice massage, or even a foot massage, but always felt disgusting about it.”

Abeni pauses for a moment and asks, “Do you know what Alvino philia is?”

Jason says, “It’s a Navel fetish.”

Abeni says, “Oh my God, you know what that is, I’m so embarrassed, but I got to be honest, when my bellybutton is touched, it just does something to my pussy.” she pauses and holds his hand as she continues, “Now baby there is nothing wrong with you wanting to have a foot massage, or even having a foot fetish, just like there’s nothing wrong with having a bellybutton fetish.” she tenderly kisses his cheek, and they continue walking.

At the camp site, as they climb in the tent, she takes her shirt off, revealing her small unblemished breasts, as he takes his top off.

The two pull their jeans off in the sleeping bags, she kisses him on the cheek saying “Goodnight.” and turns off the small battery lantern.

About 3am She hears Jason softly moan, or cry. Without saying a word, she slips into his sleeping bag from behind him, and puts her arm around him.

She softly whispers in his ear “It’s okay, let it out baby.” as she slowly begins to massage his penis, his moaning ceases as he seems to go to sleep.

As the morning comes, the two are packing up their gear after going for a morning swim.

“I wouldn’t mind another night, if you want more pictures.” as Abeni rolls up the sleeping bags.

Jason says “No, I can get some shots on my way back home.”

They continue packing their gear up.

An hour later the two are sitting on a hill that overlooks the picturesque setting, Jason says “There’s a song that talks about two people who are in love returning to the hill years after they first met and sat on the hill before.”

Abeni says, “You’re talking about “A lover’s concerto” by The Toys.”

Jason says, “That’s how I see us, you and me.” as he takes her hand.

The two lay on the hill in silence holding hands, as they gaze into the moving clouds.

As they finish packing up the car, she sees how pale and tired he looks, she asks as they shut the trunk of the car, “You don’t look well, would you like me to drive?”, he says nothing, but hands her the keys, as he walks to the passenger side of the car, she starts the car, and they continue driving toward Mississippi.

They get off an exit about noon, to get gas, he seems to have fallen asleep in the car, she continues to drive.

A police car drives alongside them as the officer driving says, “Do you see that, now what the hell is she driving a hundred-thousand-dollar car, kavacık escort run the plates.” as he pulls behind the SUV, and blows the siren and lights, she pulls the car over.

As she gets her information, Jason stirs, and sees the officer coming to her side of the car, he gets the other information from the glovebox.

The officer gets to the back door of the car and tells her to get out of the car.

As she gets out of the car, the other officer walks to Jason and collects his information, and asks him “Is everything okay?”

Abeni becomes anxious as she says, “I’ve already told you my friend wasn’t feeling well, so I was driving for him.”

Officer says sternly, “You better start telling the truth, what the hell are you doing out here?”

The other officer comes up from behind and says, “They’re clean, everything checks out.”

Both officers walk back to the car, as Abeni, and Jason get into the car, as Abeni shakes in the car, she says loudly with a stronger accent “I’m sick of this fucking shit, why can’t they leave us the fuck alone?”

Jason holds her hand and says, “Don’t let those bastards win, I can only imagine how you feel.”

Abeni says sweetly, and yet defensibly “I appreciate what you’re trying to say.”, he takes out his wallet and pulls out a small picture, and hands it to her, she sees his him, his mother, and father which was taken years before, she notices that his father was black.

Jason says, “His name was Keith, he was the only father I ever knew, now I may not know exactly what you go through, I do know though that anytime we were ever together we were treated like we were beneath everyone; you know like shit.”

Abeni softens and says, “Jesus I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

Jason says, “It’s cool, just as long as we know that we love each other no matter what some bastard may say or do.”

Abeni smiles “Yes baby, we do love each other, no matter what others say.”

They pull into a gas station, and as he pays for the gas, he buys two Sweet Teas, and a bag of chips.

Standing next to her as she is filling the car he gives her a Sweet Tea, she says “It’s hot today.”

She sees his color has never returned that day, so asks “We both a little tired, how about we stop here for the day, and start off tomorrow morning?”

He leans against the car with his eyes shut, she continues by asking him, “Baby, are you cool?”

Jason sighs and says, “I get these blackouts every now and then.”

As they get in the car, she says “There’s a nice hotel I passed by, where we are stopping for the night.” as she takes a couple of chips from the bag.

They are escorted to their room on the second floor of the hotel, the woman turns on the A/C and shows them the bathroom, and closet space, Abeni tips her as the woman leaves the room.

As Jason is laying on the bed, Abeni says “I’m going to take a shower, while you rest up a little.”

Jason stirs and smiles as he says, “Would you like company?”

She smiles back, walks toward him, kisses his lips, as she flirtingly takes his hand and guides him into the bathroom.

They enjoy helping each other undress as they explore one another’s bodies, then get into the shower.

She smiles as she notices his semi erect cock, she gently pulls the foreskin back.

As the water hits her body, Jason takes a sponge with shower gel and washes her breasts and stomach, as he moves toward her pubic area.

Afterwards, she takes the sponge and washes his stomach, navel, and teases his cock and foreskin, as she has a playful look in her eyes.

After rinsing off, they pad each other dry with the heated towels.

The two wearing white robes while he’s holding her in his arms.

Jason says, “I never felt like this about anyone before, my life is complete, now that I have, and love you in my life.

Abeni takes his hand and sighs “It seems I waited forever, for this day, and now it’s here.”

Jason leans down and passionately kisses her, and their tongues seem to dance in their mouths.

About six that night they go out to a popular barbecue restaurant on Beale Street.

Jason says, “They sometimes serve their chicken to celebrities, and famous.”

Abeni smiles “Really, uh you seem to know the right places to go.”

Jason says, “A few years ago I traveled the country where I wrote and photographed a book of the scariest places or deadliest in each state.”

Abeni says, “Sounds interesting.”

Jason says, “There’s a lot of sleepless nights I still have.”

Abeni asks, “What were the scariest places?”

Jason says, “Indiana, Louisiana, and Tennessee I think had the most bone chilling places, some dealt with murders, unexplained phenomena, or deaths.”

Abeni smiles “What’s your next project?”

Jason says, “I’m going to visit some of the most famous caves, and write about the history, and of course the fabulous pictures.”

Abeni says, “Oh you mean spelunking, cave exploring.”

Jason says, “Yeah spelunking, caddebostan escort it’s much more detail though.” he says as he takes a drink of water.

As they walk back to their car, they listen to some live blues music musicians play along the street, they walk by a police officer standing by her horse, on the corner of the street.

Abeni asks, “Excuse officer can I touch your horse?”

The officer smiles and says, “Sure.” as Abeni reach’s out and gently rubs the horse’s mane, and they continue walking to their car.

Driving back to the hotel, it begins to lightly rain, and they run, trying to miss the raindrops.

As they get in their room, Jason says, “Maybe if I take a hot shower, my back will stop hurting.” as he goes into the bathroom and, takes a shower.

As he walks back into the room from his shower, he notices that the room smells of lavender, and other soothing scents.

Abeni asks, “Why don’t you lay down on the bed?” he sits up on the bed, where she gently begins massaging his feet with the calming scented oils, or lotions.

He has a relaxed, and contented expression as she lovingly continues to rub his feet.

A short time later, he has fallen asleep, and wakes up as she is taking a hot bath, he rises up, and puts two towels on the bed, as he looks over the lotions and oils.

On her return to bed, he asks her to lay on the towels, as she lays down, he opens her robe and gazes for a moment at her flawless body, he says, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” she leans up and kisses him passionately.

He begins to move down her body, tenderly kissing her breasts, and nipples.

He moves down from her upper stomach toward her navel, as he reaches her navel, he lightly blows around the navel, followed by lightly tracing her navel with her fingers.

Abeni is in complete ecstasy as she gently pushes his head into her, she softly moans with her eyes closed.

Jason lightly licks the outer area of her navel as her head moves from side to side with excitement, as he continues teasing her navel with his mouth, she arches her back up, with a stifled scream, she has a pulsing and electrifying orgasm.

Still breathless, as her heart slows down, she says, “Jesus Christ where did you learn to do that?”

Jason says, “I took a few seminars and some research in how to massage and pleasure your lover.”

Abeni joyfully says “Well, I can tell you it worked, I never came so hard in my life.”

Jason says, “I was a little nervous, I mean I wanted you to feel pleasure, and loved like I do.”

Abeni rises up, and he lays on his back, she kisses him, and opens his robe, revealing his bare chest, and boxers, she smiles shyly as she moves down to his boxers, gently pulling them down, revealing his 5-inch growing erection, she starts massaging it, occasionally blowing on his cock as she gently pulls back the foreskin exposing the entire head, or crown.

Never experiencing this pleasure to this degree he sighs in complete pleasure,

she slips his member into her mouth, her tongue seems to go between the foreskin, and the shaft of the penis, as one hand concentrates on massaging his cock, she holds his hand with the other hand.

Her eyes lovingly gaze into his eyes as she begins a slight bobbing motion, while Jason gently pushes her head toward his cock, as she removes his cock smiling saying, “You like that baby?” and puts it back in her mouth, as he has a look of complete pleasure.

She senses his orgasm and takes his whole cock in her mouth, when he erupts in a

stream of cum shoots into her mouth.

She continues having him in her mouth, until his semi erect penis slips out of her mouth, he pulls her up to him and kisses her passionately.

He lays back on his back as she massages his cock to a 7-in erection, and slowly puts his cock into her receptive pussy.

She pauses to get used to his member, saying “God this feels so good, no baby it’s okay, let me get used to it.” as she puts him further into her.

As she slowly rides him, her smile shows absolute pleasure as she her eyes seem to roll to the top of her head.

She takes hold of his hand and holds it as they continue making love.

As his hand is on her bare thigh, she begins to moan, which turns in, to softly crying, and then stifled screams, as she rides him faster.

As she goes down on him, she has a screaming explosive orgasm which causes his cock to slip out of her, she struggles to put it back in and continues to make love.

As she is making love laying on her side, he stays motionless inside her, as he moans in pleasure.

Laying on their sides holding each other tight she says, “Let us grow old together, as we live each day in springtime.”

Jason says, “That is so beautiful living each day in springtime.”

Abeni says, “I now understand that part of the song “Lovin’ You” more than ever before.”

Jason kisses her bare shoulder as they snuggle closer together.

Abeni wakes up and notices Jason sitting in a chair by the balcony, with a manilla folder on the table, she rises up and sits next to him.

Abeni takes his hand and asks, “What’s wrong baby?”

Jason says weakly “I want you to know, that I love you more than any other man could ever love you.” she smiles as he continues “I wanted you to know that, if anything ever happens to me.”

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The Sexual Awakening of Virtuous Ch. 02

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Recap of The Sexual Awakening of Virtuous Chapter 1: My name is Virtuous, and I had just met this incredibly gorgeous guy in a parking lot, his name was Antonio. He asked me out, and, I apprehensively agreed. I rushed home and called my best friend Liz, who came over and helped me get ready for my first date in forever. Antonio and I went out and had a great time. Such a great time in fact, that we went back to my place and had sex. Now, as my name implies, yes, I was a virgin at the time. But this guy made me feel so special, so comfortable around him, that I gave in to my urges. We spent the rest of the night exploring and enjoying each other bodies.

I awake to the smell of breakfast coming from the kitchen. The man can cook too. Well, he is definitely a keeper. I roll over in bed, stretch my aching muscles, pick up the phone and call Liz.

“Liz, Liz, I did it, oh my god, I did it!”

“You did what honey, it’s 5:00 in the morning. You could have cured cancer, and I really couldn’t give a shit, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Liz, come on, get serious. I did IT! Virtuous is a virgin no more! Can you believe it!”

“What did you say?”

“I’m not a virgin anymore. I am a full fledged woman now. I slept with Antonio. It was so incredible. I’m so stupid waiting so long to do this.”

“Is he still there?”

“Yea, he’s in the kitchen cooking me breakfast, why?”

“Look, tell him thanks for the breakfast, but you have something to do early this morning, tell him to leave, alright. I’m coming over right now.”

“Liz, I am not kicking out the man of my dreams, I……”

“Just do it! Right now! I’m coming over!”

“Jeez, alright, stop yelling, I’ll ask him to leave. But if he never comes back, I have every right to kill you.”

Now that was strange. I have never heard Liz sound like that before. She’s got me freaking out. So, I go to the kitchen and explain to Antonio that one of my friends is having a crisis, and if he could leave us alone for a few hours. He agrees, gets dressed, and leaves, saying he will be back later that evening.

20 minutes later, Liz is banging on my front door like a maniac. I rush out of the shower, wrapped in just a towel, soaking wet, and run to the door, thinking she must really need some help. As I’m opening the door, she barges in, looks around the entire house to make sure it is just the two of us, then göztepe escort sits on the couch, with her head in her hands.

“Liz, what’s wrong, first you yell at me on the phone, and then you go through my house like a CSI investigator, what is going on!”

“Virt, I did something too, something really bad, and I’m so afraid to tell you.”

“Girl, we’ve been friends way too long to have any secrets between us. Tell me, it can’t be that bad, whatever it is, we can work it out.”

“Virt”, she says with tears in her eyes, “I know Antonio.”

“Yea, I know, I told you all about him, you saw us go out last night….”

“No Virt, that’s not what I mean. I KNOW Antonio, as in intimately know. He’s one of my ex’s.”

“Huh?!”

“I met him at some party years ago. We dated for a few months, but decided to just be, well, friends with benefits, you know, fuck buddies. We lost track of each other about a year and a half ago. Last week, we ran into each other at the same parking lot where you met him. We starting talking again and he told me that he was a little down and out money wise, and he was wondering if I knew where he could make some quick cash.”

“Uh-huh.” I start to notice that she is slowly moving farther and farther away from me. She’s gone from sitting on my couch to standing near my fireplace on the other side of the room.

“Well, I knew that you never go out, never have any dates, and just have no fun at all. It’s always work, work, work with you. So, since I had saved up a little cash for a new car, I decided to use that money to make you happy.”

“Go on.”

“I…I….I told Antonio that I had this friend that just needed someone to take her out, show her a good time. Just dinner, maybe a movie, that’s all. So, I told him he would get $3000 if he just bumped into you in that parking lot, ask you out, have dinner, that’s it. Nothing else was supposed to happen, I swear. I never thought that it would go this far.”

“YOU DID WHAT!!!!!”

Those were the only words that I could say, over and over again. I can’t believe what my best friend just admitted to doing. We’ve been just like sisters since first grade. How dare she pimp me out like this! Did she think I was totally incapable of meeting someone on my own, in my own due time!

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

“Virt, I am so sorry,” she is bostancı escort crying so much she is trembling uncontrollably. “This was not supposed to happen, I am so, so, so, so sorry.”

“GET OUT! Don’t ever call me again, don’t come to my house ever again, forget that you even know me. I knew that you were a stupid bitch, but this takes the cake!”

She finally leaves, after begging and pleading for over an hour for me to forgive her. How can I forgive something like this? I gave up the most precious part of me to some guy for $3000. Is that all that I’m worth.

For weeks, I just sit at home in an extreme fit of depression. I take a leave of absence from work, gave them some lame excuse about a family issue I had to deal with. Of course, Liz is constantly calling me, and Antonio has yet to call. All I do is eat, sleep, and watch TV, which is where my idea came from.

You see, I saw this program about an interesting group of people that like to partake in motorcycle activities. Something about Harley Davidson, or something similar. Well, I remembered that Liz is a motorcycle fanatic. So, I decided to call her up, tell her that I forgive her, and invite her to some huge rally that was going on in Sturgis. You could imagine my surprise when Antonio picked up the phone at Liz’s place. It seems that the 2 of them are back together. Go figure. Well, not only do I tell her that all is forgiven and forgotten, but I also let him know that there are no hard feelings, and he is forgiven to, and if he wants to join us on the trip, I would not mind. The more the merrier.

So, the three of us make that trip to the motorcycle rally. And it is quite the scene when we get there. Women wearing leather thongs and practically nothing else. Oil wrestling, and every type of guy you could think of, from the extremely rich to the dirt poor. Liz and Antonio find a bar to hang out at, and I decide to do some exploration of my own. You see, I’m on a mission, and I have to find just the right group of guys to help me out. After about 2 hours, I find what I was looking for, and head back to find my two “best friends”.

I tell the two of them that I met a great group of guys that will let us stay at their camp tonight, and that we could also enjoy their entertainment. They hired some strippers to perform for them, and from what I understand, they do more than tuzla escort just strip. Antonio is all for it, of course, and he talks Liz into it as well.

We head to the camp, and as we arrive, we hear all the men cheering and clapping, “Here they come!!!” Antonio and Liz turn around to see who is coming, and there is no one behind them, no one in front of them. I walk over to the leader of the campsite and let him know that the strippers have arrived. Five or six of the bikers grab the couple and put them in the center of campsite. We hear music start to play in the background, the kind of music you hear in the porno movies, really cheesy. One guy yells “Take it off bitch!” Another guy yells “Drop your pants sweety, we want to see that big cock of yours!” Liz looks over at me at the exact same time that the campsite leader is giving me $3000 for supplying the entertainment.

She finally realizes what this is all about. “Virt, you bitch, you set us up!” Tears stream from her eyes and a look of total fear is on her face. She sold for me for three grand, and I just sold her for three grand, and I threw in Antonio for free. And now, the fun begins.

Three of the guys grab Liz and throw her to the ground. They rip off all her clothes until she is lying in the dirt completely naked. 2 guys go after Antonio and do the same to him. The entire group of guys takes off their clothes and head toward the center of the circle. Antonio gets a cock stuffed down his throat, and is being face fucked by this older burly guy, while another shoves his enormous cock up Antonio’s virgin ass. Even with that dick in his mouth, you can still hear him scream in pain while being fucked in the ass.

Liz is being fucked rough by five guys, one in her pussy, a bigger dick in her ass, one fucking her throat, and one in each hand, jerking those guys off. When one of the guys pulls out of her ass, Antonio is forced to replace him, while another guy fucks him. It’s starting to look like a conga line.

The fucking and sucking go on all night. Antonio, at one point, had 2 dicks in his ass at the same time while being throat fucked by a guy that was hung like a horse. Liz not only gets double penetrated in her ass as well, but somehow, someway, gets triple penetrated in her pussy. I wouldn’t believed it myself, but I got every juicy, painful, embarrassing, humiliating moment caught on tape.

Got to admit, that was some night. I got $3000, I saw my ex-best friend and her asshole of a boyfriend get gang fucked, and I now have a videotape of the whole thing that I just sold to a very big porno company for some major, major cash.

AAHHH! Revenge can be so sweet sometimes.

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Losing my Anal Virginity to Nichole

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Losing My Anal Virginity To Nichole

This is a transcript of my experience with Nichole that occurred in June, 2023. The last time I had seen Nichole in person I had given several of her shemale friends each a blowjob (which we all loved) but more importantly, Nichole had revealed to me that she wanted to have anal sex with me. And as I resisted she had introduced me to using a butt plug for her (which was a profound experience for me).

Nichole had instructed me to wear the butt plug every single day and wear it longer and longer each successive day. The butt plug got me sexually aroused so I did not mind. I had learned to wear the butt plug for four hours straight with no problem. And although I was still unwilling to allow Nichole to fuck me, I DID think about it as Nichole instructed. Every time I felt that filled up feeling from the butt plug deep inside of me I mentally thought, “this is what Nichole’s cock is going to feel like when I finally let her fuck me.” And Nichole strengthened this by routinely texting me, telling me to put my butt plug in and asking me,

“Matt, how does that butt plug feel inside you?”

And I would respond,

“Nichole, I love this feeling of your cock inside me.””

And one day in June Nichole texted me (AND Latisha) this message,

“Matt, I want you to wear your butt plug for 2 straight hours, three times a day every single day for a full week. And while you are doing this, I do not want you to cum at all, even once. I texted Latisha too as she will be watching you closely to ensure that you do not cum all week long. Trust me, it will be worth the effort.”

And Latisha DID watch me closely and I did NOT cum (although I would have if I could have gotten away from Latisha long enough). And after a week of having a butt plug inside of me maintaining my sexual arousal through anal penetration and NOT being allowed to cum, I was VERY horny.

That was when Nichole had me and Latisha come over to her house promising a surprise for me. I was thrilled as Nichole had promised to buy me more butt plugs and an anal dildo. Before we were about to leave Latisha got a text and I got a text at the same time. The text was the same and instructed Latisha to put my butt plug inside me right before we went to Nichole’s place. This thrilled Latisha and since Nichole had asked, I let Latisha put the plug inside me. Then we went to Nichole’s.

When we reached Nichole’s, Nichole asked me right off if I was willing to let her fuck me. I told her I was still unwilling to do so. Nichole responded, “That is what I figured you would say so I got you a bigger butt plug and a dildo. Matt, another use for butt plugs is preparation for anal sex. We WILL have anal sex so I am going to get you used to it now. Latisha, show him what you brought.”

Latisha reached into her purse and pulled out her strap-on harness and a realistic dildo of hers which I recognized (it was almost 2 inches wide and a little more than 6 1/2 inches long). She put the harness on quite quickly and attached the dildo so it hung down from her body like a real cock.

Nichole went on, “Matt, you may not be ready for actual real anal sex but you will soon want to try to see what the feeling of actual anal penetration feels like. You will train for this further by allowing Latisha to fuck you with her strap-on dildos. If you are aroused by the feeling of the butt plug deep inside of you then you will like Latisha’s cock inside you even more. Hold on…”

As Nichole went into another room Latisha stood behind me, rubbed her cock between my crotch and said, “Matty, I can’t wait to fuck that tight ass!!” I had mixed feelings and said nothing. Nichole came back with a big bag and some baby oil and some lotion and a towel. Nichole took a new butt plug out of the bag which WAS larger, roughly 61/2 inches insertable and 2 1/2 inches thick. Nichole ordered me to drop my pants and underwear. Nichole said, “Take the butt plug you have in out. We will have you try this larger butt plug. We must train you to use larger butt plugs to prepare you for the strap-on dildo that Latisha will soon use on you.”

I slid the butt plug out and Nichole oiled the larger butt plug up and slowly and gently slid it inside me. It took several attempts but Nichole finally slid it fully inside of me! The effect of the larger butt plug was electrifying! The sexual arousal was more significant from the very start! It was so huge inside of me!

Nichole noticed this right away so took advantage of my arousal to explain. “Matt, there are many reasons for using successively larger butt plugs on you. You are turned on I can tell (and I WAS actually more turned on by the larger size). Since you are not yet willing to let me fuck you… you need a little help accepting the idea. Consistently increasing the size of the butt plugs you will be wearing will mentally condition you from physically being a sexual penetrator to physically being a sexual receiver. Very rarely do you experience bostancı escort any sexual satisfaction with us shemales but soon your sexual satisfaction will be derived from strap-on dildos and my cock instead. And when it does, the increasing sizes of the butt plugs will assist in accommodating larger size cocks. So it is important that we use larger butt plugs to cause your erogenous zone to shift from your cock to your ass. Why don’t you walk around a little before I explain another reason why we will be using larger butt plugs on you.”

I said nothing but walked around as Nichole asked of me. The feeling of the larger plug inside me felt amazing. All I could think of was, “Oh my god this feels so hot… it feels like there is a huge cock inside me! Nichole is right! The larger size of this butt plug is turning me on more!”

Nichole knew exactly what I felt and said, “Does the larger size of this butt plug result in a stronger sexual arousal?” I responded, “Yes.” It feels like a large cock inside you doesn’t it, Matt,” she asked. “Yes,” I answered again. “That is what I hoped for Matt.”

She explained, “See, don’t be scared by this but using larger and larger butt plugs on you will result in a gentle feminization of your sexuality. The more you use the plugs and the larger plugs you use, the more aware you will become of being sexually aroused by being anally penetrated. This will result in you eventually becoming accustomed to the feeling of a cock inside you like a girl. This gradual feminization of your sexual awareness will eventually result in a strong desire to be actively anally penetrated.”

Nichole paused and Latisha watched and I said nothing as I felt the huge butt plug inside of me and wondered if Nichole was right after all. So she went on.

“I know you do not believe this but, especially with how I tell you to masturbate with the dildo I will give you, the more you continue to use the butt plugs, the longer you use them each day, and the bigger butt plugs you use, the more you will like the feeling of your ass filled up by a cock-shaped object. Trust me Matt, there will come a day where you will CRAVE the feeling of a cock in your ass!”

“But I do not want to be fucked like a girl,” was all I could manage to blurt out.

“Don’t worry Matt… you will still like girls just like you do now. You will just learn to appreciate what it is like to feel like a girl sexually. In fact, eventually, when you allow me to fuck you regularly you may even cum like a girl too just from being fucked. But in between then and the time when you first allow me to fuck you, you will experience another feeling which girls feel. You will not allow me to fuck you and wearing the butt plugs arouses you but you will not be able to cum from either yet. Your inability to cum from being fucked will develop in you a hot, lusty, frustrated feeling which we girls get when we cannot get laid. But don’t worry about that now. Just feel that big cock-shaped plug inside you for now.”

For about 45 minutes we talked and drank as Nichole talked about how enjoyable anal sex can be and Latisha listened and constantly stroked her big strap-on dildo and smiled at me. And when someone needed a fresh drink, I was always asked to get up and go to the kitchen and get the drink so I could further experience the feeling of the butt plug inside me. I will confess the feeling of being anally penetrated made me quite horny.

Finally Nichole announced, “You look really horny Matt. Why put off ’til tomorrow what we can accomplish today, right? Why don’t you go into the bathroom, take the butt plug out for now, go to the bathroom and shower so you are completely clean. I have something else to show you.” Latisha just smiled her silly sly smile while holding her strap-on dildo in her hand. So I did what Nichole asked, went to the bathroom, gently slid the new butt plug out of me, went to the bathroom, then showered and cleaned the plug and myself thoroughly. When I re-entered the room, Nichole now had two dildos with her, one of medium thickness and another of larger thickness. Nichole told me, “Matt, these are for you to masturbate with. You will soon find out that you like anal sex and you will be glad I gave these to you. I will show you how you should use them. From now on, when you jerk off, I want you to use these dildos at the same time. Here, come with me into the other bathroom.”

Clad only in a towel, I followed Nichole who carried the two dildos into the other bathroom and Latisha, still sporting her strap-on dildo, followed me. Nichole asked me to kneel on the linoleum facing the bathtub so my kneecaps were flush against the side of the tub. Then she asked me to spread my legs a little wider and slowly sit down until my ass was completely against the tiles between my spread out legs with my calves fully on the ground. Nichole gave me a little push forward to ensure my knees were directly pressed against the tub then she stood back and tuzla escort eye-balled my position for a few seconds. Then she licked the suction cup of the smaller dildo and firmly pressed the suction cup end of the dildo directly to the linoleum 12 inches to the right of my butt so the dildo now stood straight up in the air like a hard cock. Then Nichole said, “Okay! That looks good! Let’s get that cock hard Matt! Stand up and lose the towel!”

As Nichole took a bottle of baby oil off of the bathroom counter and unscrewed the top, I dropped my towel. Nichole got on her knees and started to suck my soft cock with her wonderful lips. As I got harder and harder she took a generous amount of baby oil and spread it all over the dildo stuck on the tile stopping her impromptu blowjob only long enough to say, “Make sure that you use plenty of lube on your dildo.” Then she went back to work sucking my cock.

But when my cock reached its fully hard state Nichole stopped blowing me and stood up, placed a little baby oil in my hand and ordered me to start slowly stroking my cock as if I were jerking off. This I did despite my confusion. Nichole sat down on the floor near the tub and to the right of the dildo stuck to the tile and watched for a little then said, “Good! Now, I want to see you straddle this dildo so when you are stroking your cock you are also riding this cock inside you. Get down on your knees again, one knee on each side of the dildo and the dildo behind you. I knelt as she asked me to with her help. Then Nichole advised me, “Okay, hold onto the side of the tub with one of your hands for leverage.” This I did. “Now, reach behind you with your other free hand and find your dildo.” This I did. “Position the head of your dildo so it is under your ass and hold the head steady as you position your body until the head of the dildo is pressing against your asshole at a comfortable angle.” This took a little bit of time but I told her I was ready after about 20 seconds. “Now, just slowly lower your body onto the dildo a little tiny bit then rise back up off of the dildo. Then lower your body onto the dildo once again but lower yourself a tiny bit more so the dildo goes a tiny bit deeper then rise fully off of the dildo again. And keep repeating this process slowly going deeper and deeper each time.” And I did it! Going slowly and with Nichole’s help and encouragement I got all 6 inches of the dildo inside of me. Soon Nichole had me riding on the dildo as I was stroking my cock. The feeling of a cock sliding in and out of me which I was controlling was thrilling. Still, Nichole made me stop the experience and stand up before I came.

Nichole, while looking at me, handed the baby oil to Latisha (who was now standing) as she said, “Matt, now you know how to masturbate with the dildos and I expect you to try jerking off with these dildos inside of you when you cum as often as you can now. You seemed to enjoy it. Now bend over the bathroom counter and spread your legs a little wider.” As Nichole was stilled clothed I figured she was not planning on fucking me but I still asked, “Why?”

Nichole grabbed my hand, pulled me to the counter, turned me around to face the counter, and gently but forcefully bent me over at the waist until my right ear and right cheek were against the marble of the bathroom counter. She leaned in close to me holding her right hand firmly on the middle of my back and whispered in my ear, “Matt, you learned that riding a dildo is not too bad of an experience. But you should feel what it is like to be fucked too. It is Latisha’s turn now so relax.”

I felt another hand also pressing on my back to hold me down further and another hand spreading my ass wider as I felt a dildo pressing against my ass while I heard Latisha exclaim, “Matt, it is time to learn what it feels like to be fucked by a cock!”

I was a little scared as I felt Latisha’s cock slide a little bit inside of me, slide a little bit out, then slide even deeper. It took Latisha no more than 20 seconds to get all of her dildo inside of me as I gasped! Then she started to slowly stroke it in and out of me. It stung a tiny bit and felt weird but as Nichole continued to encourage me to relax and try to enjoy the feeling, and Latisha continued to stroke the full 6 1/2 inches of her dildo slowly in and out of me, the pain went away, and the feeling became almost enjoyable until I was surprised to realize that my cock had begun to swell!

I felt both of Latisha’s hand’s now move to my ass cheeks as she moaned a pleasing, “mmmmmmm,” sound. As she stroked in and out of me she would, every now and then make a moaning sound of pleasure like ‘ahhhh’ or ‘uhhhmmmmm’ or ‘ohhhh yeah’. I was still kind of shocked that I was being fucked in the ass by a cock-shaped object and it did not feel terrible. Occasionally, I too would let out an ‘ohhh’ sound when I felt a little uncomfortable but this was not too often. Suddenly Latisha changed rhythm and, worked the whole göztepe escort cock inside me in one swift stroke as deep as she could and she would moan with each deep fuck she gave me. I knew she was getting turned on when she began to increase her speed a little. Then she pulled her dildo out of me, put one of her legs up on the counter to gain leverage, put her dildo back inside me and fucked me some more. After a minute she stopped, pulled out of me again and stated, “I need to fuck that ass even better. Lie on the floor on your back with your legs in the air.” This I tentatively did but when I was on my back, Latisha lowered her whole body over me, entered me once again and started to fuck me quicker. Then she started to stroke my hard cock with a free hand teasing me, “you like my cock inside you don’t you, Matty!” I was beginning to realize that I was getting very aroused and felt like I might cum soon so when Nichole approached Latisha from behind, touched her shoulder, then whispered something in Latisha’s ear which caused Latisha to not only stop fucking me but to pull out of me altogether and stand up, I was disappointed and somewhat shocked.

Nichole took my hand and helped me up and the three of us left the bathroom and went to the living room. I sat on the couch and Nichole sat on my right. Latisha sat in one of the chairs. As I sat there naked, totally hard, and so horny, in desperate need of cumming, and somewhat confused, I became further confused as Nichole began to remove all of her clothing revealing her glorious, semi-hard cock. Once fully nude Nichole turned to face me, widened her legs, and sat down on her calves while holding up her body from behind by placing her hands against the armrest. Her semi-hard cock was directly beneath my face when she said, “You have done very well so far today Matt with the dildos and the strap-on. You deserve a treat. So I am going to let you suck my cock. But as you are sucking my cock I want you to be constantly thinking of how a cock inside your ass now arouses you,” and Nichole slipped one of her butt plugs inside me. The plug she used was only a little over 2 inches thick but it was 7 inches of insertable length and every moment after it was in me I felt it deep inside of me. It made me aroused. It made me want to cum so badly. It made me think of cock every time I felt it. So as soon as it was in me, I felt I needed Nichole’s cock in my mouth and in my throat! I bent over her and swallowed as much of her cock as I could right away!

Now, my memory of what happened next was somewhat disjointed. The only reason that I am able to delineate my experience in such detail is because, later that night I found out that Latisha, in typical fashion, had filmed all of the action with her cell phone. The rest of this story is based on the video she shot that night.

As you know by now I love sucking Nichole’s beautiful cock and am pretty adept at deepthroating so I went right to work sucking 6 inches of her hard cock in and out of my throat as Nichole knelt completely stationary before me. The only sound that anyone heard was the noise the opening of my throat made each time I took Nichole’s cock slightly into my throat:

{gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}…

After about 45 seconds of this I decided I was ready so on the next up-stroke, I took a deep breath and slowly swallowed 6 inches of Nichole’s now fully hard cock into my mouth. Then I pushed and forced her cock even deeper until every inch of Nichole’s 8 inch cock was in my throat. The first three inches of Nichole’s 2 inch thick cock had now passed the opening of my throat. The feeling of her thick cock stretching my throat from the inside was so amazing that I stopped and left Nichole’s cock fully in my throat for a few seconds as I marveled at the feeling.

Nichole must have loved the feeling as well because, when I finally bobbed off of her cock, she no longer remained stationary but rocked her body back and forth so her cock slid in and out of my throat at a fast pace. Nichole was getting turned on so when she said, “Suck that cock, Baby,” I got down on my stomach and looked up as she began to face-fuck me at a reasonable but constant rate without stopping. This non-stop face-cucking caused the typical deepthroat sounds but also caused me to gag occasionally and drip saliva onto the couch cushion when I gasped for a breath.

{gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… ULP!.. {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… ACK… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}… {gluk}…

Right then Nichole said to me, “Good boy,” then she whispered something else to me which I did not understand due to the deepthroat sounds I was making. It was only when Latisha and I watched her cellphone video for the first time later that night when we realized that Nichole had told me, “Good Boy. I am going to fill your ass with this big cock just like I am filling your mouth!”

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“Are you serious!?”

Jenn literally could not believe what she had just heard. She was seated on the bed across from her boyfriend Tyler. They had been at a party thrown by her best friend April when Tyler asked to speak with her alone. After getting permission from April to use her room, Tyler then proceeding to recite an obviously prepared little speech. It was so ludicrous, that after wondering how Tyler could be so stupid, she had to pause briefly to wonder if she was actually stupid to believe he said what she thinks he said. Beyond the reassessments of both their intelligences, Jenn was starting to get very, very angry.

“You’re breaking up with me. You are breaking up with me because I am too tempting.” Jenn thought she had made a number of compromises in their relationship. She wasn’t particularly religious but respected that Tyler and his family were. She thought it sweet that he was a bit shy and that he went out of his way to protect her reputation and “virtue”. It could be frustrating that whenever they started to stray any further than kissing that he would stop and apologize. She put up with it because she genuinely kadıköy escort enjoyed his company and in all other ways he treated her well. Over the last year she spent more of her waking hours with his family than her own. Sure, he was old fashioned but she had begun really seeing a future with him. This is why his declaration had stunned her.

Tyler was getting ready to serve as a missionary for his church. He would be gone for two years, and we had talked about it many times. I had planned to not necessarily wait for him, but we had planned to write each other and after he got home, well we would see what happened, you know? No pressure but we liked each other so why close any doors? That was the plan until he had a long talk with his parents. They were “concerned” that having such a pretty girlfriend would persuade him into following her off to college early. The right thing to do was to break things off now. Jenn was seething.

For a year she been a good little church girl for a religion she wasn’t even a part of. She helped Tyler maintain the moral standard he needed to kartal escort even be allowed to serve a mission. She had behaved exactly the way they wanted and the family she had Sunday dinner with every week thought she was a whore that was going to lead their boy astray. If that is what they want, so be it.

Jenn stood up suddenly and Tyler joined her taking her hand blubbering some apology that she couldn’t hear over the blood rushing in her ears. Pulling her hand away, she took a step back and faced him. She knew she was pretty. A tall, thin athlete’s body. Firm, large breasts ad a tight ass. Long, straight blond hair and bright green eyes. She stared Tyler in the eyes as she first pulled her hair in a pony tail and then pulled her dress over her head. She maintained eye contact as she hooked her thumbs in her panties and slid them off her waist. She didn’t have to be naked for what she had in mind but it would make him more “pliant”. Tyler was saying something incoherent but she told him to shut the fuck up. She doubted he even noticed that she grabbed her phone from the bed before maltepe escort kneeling in front of him. He put up some mild but wholly ineffective resistance as she undid his jeans. Once she had her hand around his cock he went as still as a statue. Still saying something but Jenn just ignored him. Stroked his cock slowly and kissed the shaft. She jerked him off slowly then sped up and backed off again and again. If he came close to cumming she would stop and squeeze his cock tight to stop him before starting again.

When Tyler finally felt her lips around his cock he gasped and screwed his eyes shut. Jenn took the opportunity to pick up the phone next to her and took a quick video of her face bobbing back and forth on Tyler and then Tyler’s lost face. Setting the phone down she was determined to give this asshole the best moment in his entire life. She pinched him hard to get his attention and once she had it squeezed his balls and fucked her own throat with his cock. It took only seconds before hot cum was filling her mouth. She held it in her mouth, stood, and kissed him hard, forcing the cum in his mouth. She kissed until he had no choice but to swallow. Once he had, she broke away and quickly dressed and grabbed her phone. He was silent at first as she typed a text, attached a video, and hit send.

“Jenn…”

“I told you to shut the fuck up.” As she walked to the door, Tyler’s ring tone began to sound. “Answer it. You parents want to talk to you.”

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Early Seventies. Last of the Summer, just before the Autumn walks all over it. Mid Friday afternoon, storm coming, sky as sullen as my mood. Walking out the last of my high school days, did well in my last exams, just turned eighteen, ought to be as happy as a pig in shit but I’m not.

Want to see Sandra, my tutor. Known her a long time and we click like a copper’s handcuffs, even if she’s forty and a tiny bit, never dared ask. It’s not a working day for her, but I know she’s home, made sure she was. Half an hour’s brisk walk, a kick this and kick that walk, a kick a cripple if I saw one kind of walk.

Nice little white stucco house, green roof, set in off the street, well kept little garden, wonder where she finds the time to keep the roses and the rest with all the work she’s got but somehow she does. Old house, new money, but not newly rich bad taste money; Sandra has too much class for that. If class were perfume, she’d quietly exude it, not reek of it like a whore’s handbag.

For all her class, she’s got an easy way with her. Easy on the eyes and easy to talk to, easier than my mother at the moment. That don’t mean she’s EASY though. Might be Sandra and Calvin between us but that can change in a millisecond. You don’t come the old soldier with her, found that out a long time ago.

Sandra ushers me in, steps back so I can take my sneakers and socks off inside the door, just a thing we have, makes me relax, bare feet on white shag pile carpet, relaxed makes me work harder she says.

As always her vibes say, “Make yourself comfortable, take the edge off.” Not quite a, “Make yourself at home, piss in any corner you’d like,” kind of comfortable mind, but it’ll do, as it always does, and I feel some of my storm dark mood slip away as I enter her study, first room in her house, where she teaches students.

Light straw coloured walls, this room, with a few tasteful rural prints and a handsome old wall clock which, on pain of a few verbal slaps, I’ve learned not to watch, not openly anyway. All fits together nicely, just as her figure does.

I sit myself down door I’ve just come in through side of a large work table three feet wide four long, sit down in a been around black leather swivel chair, adjusted to my size. She’d known I was coming, had set it up beforehand. Never misses a trick, that one. I watch her lithe figure glide to the opposite chair, exact same but set up just that little bit so’s you know who’s boss higher.

Her chair looks out through a bay window into the garden, mine looks inwards, another situation she likes to exploit where she can. One hell of a teacher she is. Must be, to have got ME all the way up to and through my Senior! And my regular teachers? Well, as my old man, whom I’ve not seen since I was six, would have said, and for the most part accurately, “They wouldn’t know if their arseholes were round, punched, bored, or countersunk.”

As usual her white platform soled sandals glide ghostlike over the carpet, supporting five eleven of hourglass figure. Azure blue pantsuit, matching her eyes, white blouse under her jacket. Firm breasts and legs all the way up to her arse. She looks me over as she walks. And she’s single, never been married. Hard to believe, but single she is.

She’s quite a contrast to me, in my clean but rumpled faded blue jeans and brown tee. Hard middle distance runner’s body I’ve got, straight black collar length hair and brown eyes. Same height as she, and for some reason she likes that, and my looks, but to be honest, if I were any more plain looking I’d be as ugly as a robber’s dog. Still, what can’t be cured must be endured, and her vibes say she doesn’t mind at all.

Sits herself down, gives her down to tits length curly golden locks a toss so I can make out her perfect diamond face with its many laugh lines and announces, “Congratulations Calvin, you’ve made it into University, you know that?” Cut glass accent, soft or hard, depending. For now, it’s soft.

I don’t, but my mood is still so sour that all she gets by way of reply is a surly grunt. For a long moment, she says nothing, just lets her eyes look into mine. Not a stare, not a fake geeing up look, just empathy, or what I take for empathy.

“Thought you’d be happy, not just sit there looking like a reg’lar old Jack Nastyface. Want to talk about it?”

Again I don’t, but the vibes are pushing my buttons, telling me nothing’s secret with Sandra, so eventually, bit by bit I get it all out, my troubles at home, the arguments, the nagging I get, and last but not least, that my mother has grounded me for six months.

Same cut glass accent but a touch harder, “Can’t say I’m surprised, with a year’s worth of you coming home late, or not at all, not to mention not doing a damn thing you’re asked, and as for some other things like break ins and shoplifting, well my lad, I’d keep up the running if I were you, might come in handy some day, eh?”

All of which is true, but on my surprised glance, she kurtköy escort adds, “Oh, your Mum and I go back a long way Calvin. Went to the same school, you know that, and we ladies do gossip y’know.” She laughs, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “You got off light. If you were mine, I’d have grounded you for a twelvemonth, and at least the half of that on bread and water. But you’re not mine, and it’s no skin off my nose. Is it?”

“Oh I just thought, what with you and Mum being old friends …”

She cuts me off, not rudely but firmly, “And what would you have me do? Ring Angie and beg her to forgive your many sins? Oh Jaysus and Mary, why don’t I phone the Pope while I’m at it? What’s the number again, VAT 69? No, I’m sorry, but you’ll just have to go home and do your time, won’t you?”

She waits a sickening ten seconds, “Unless I punish you rather than your mother. She agrees with that, provided you consent.”

“What would you do?”

“Cane your arse. Properly. Don’t look so surprised. I went to a convent school, and was a teacher for a few years myself before I became a tutor. I’ve neither forgotten what a caning feels like, nor how to administer one. And I’ve got a spare room that’s perfect for it.”

I must look like someone’s hit the back of my head with a rubber mallet, so she continues, “Don’t worry, I’ll give you some time to think about it, but before you do, I want you to know it’ll be no easy way out. It’ll hurt like hell, and it’s not as if I’ll give you some set number of strokes and that’s it. You’ll get as many as I think you need, enough to break you in fact, and I shall take care to make good practice upon you.”

This last, she explains, was a military euphemism for shooting the stuffing out of something. Or someone, she adds in malicious good humour. She lets me go to the bathroom, on my right, through a doorway then hard right, for a nervous pee, and when I return to my chair she says, offhandedly, “I’ll give you fifteen minutes. I’m going to phone your mother for a bit of old girl’s gasbag anyway, and I’ve the feeling you’ll want to be alone.”

She swiftly stands up, turns about, and walks straight out through a door in the wall away from the work table, heading for what I know is her living room and kitchen area. Thanks very much, Lady lay-all-the-cards-out-on-the-table Sandra.

I do want to be alone, no error, not that being alone makes things any easier. I’m in a cleft stick and I know it. On the one hand if I simply go home, there’ll be yet another blazing row followed by sweet sufferin’ Christ knows how much smouldering nagging afterward; whilst on the other hand I myself have some idea what a caning feels like, having collected a few both ways over my years at school, albeit half-hearted compared to what Sandra might dish out, and it’s that unknown that has me sweating. What makes it worse is she’s never the once hit me in all the years she’s tutored me, she’s always used her eyes, her voice, and her vibes. Oh shit oh dear, oh dear oh SHIT!

Ah bugger it! I can’t take any more rows, much less any more nagging, either one’s worse’n toothache. Of the devil I know and the devil I don’t, it’ll just have to be the one I don’t. I don’t care a squirt o’ rat’s piss if she breaks me. She’ll have the job ahead of her and that’s a fact; running teaches you a thing or two about pain. Or so I think.

Half three on the dot she re-appears and sits down on her side of the table. Punctual as a tax collector. “Your mother’s easy either way, I just checked. Well, what’s it to be, run home to Mummy or my way?” The words come over pointed yet blunt-edged, the way the best bayonets are, just right for making the worst stab wounds.

“Your way.”

“Somehow thought it might be.” Vibes neutral. But the next bit surprises me. “Just go sit in the Hug Chair for a while.” Vibes soothing warm. The Hug Chair being what she calls a tan two seater lounge placed a pace in front of the far wall left of the door to the living room, with the wall clock to the right of the door. It’s far and away the most comfy seat in here, and it’s not often I or anyone else gets to sit on it. I walk over and sit on its right as I face it, as I am expected to. With Sandra everything has to be just so. Just the way she is.

Before I know it she’s standing behind me, hands soft on my shoulders, leaning forward so her hair falls either side of my head. Her hands expertly massage my trapezoids as she says softly, vibes humming warm, “Relax, lean forward, hands on knees, look out into the garden.” Roses blood red, lawn emerald green in the storm gray light. “C’mon, synch your breathing with the massage, you know the drill.”

Indeed I do, it’s an old trick of hers for rewarding me. Not that I get it very often; I can count on my fingers the number of times she’s done it all the time she’s tutored me, but somehow she makes each time feel better than the last. She outdoes herself today, showing such beykoz escort skill as a masseuse I’d swear she could make the most shagged out nag gallop out of a knacker’s yard. What the fuck?

“I’m doing this for three reasons Calvin. Firstly, so you’ll see there’s nothing personal in what’s going to happen. It’s not that you’re bad, it’s that you’re a young man going through a silly stage, a bloody silly stage. Your Mum does the best she can, but she’s not got quite enough steel in her to put a curb bit on you for a while. Oh, and you never heard me say that about your mother, look you. Secondly because I respect your decision, it’s a very brave one.”

She’s sitting beside me on my right before I get the third, along with a breathtaking hug. I catch her perfume. Just a discreet hint of Chanel Number 5, or Yves St Laurent. Never did learn all the different ones. As my face presses chastely into her right shoulder, I feel her hands rubbing in slow circles all over my back as she comes out with it.

“And lastly because, whereas you’ve always known me as nice friendly helpful caring tutor Sandra, you’re about to see another side of me. The icy cold, heartless, uncaring bitch side of me, so enjoy the hug while it lasts!”

It doesn’t last long. It ends in an almighty stinging smack on my backside, along with a curt, “Get up!”

I get up. “Follow me!” said the same way as I’ve read the hangman used to say it, and damn me if it don’t feel the same. Frightening.

Follow her as the long threatening storm breaks. Past the work table and the entrance, past the bathroom I used earlier, and to the end of a short passageway. Short walk following her marching pace, a short walk I’d normally enjoy allowing my eyes to drink in the ups and downs of her Rock of Ages beam ends that I scarcely notice now, such is my anxiety.

The well known refrain rings mockingly inside my skull for a split second before she turns left to open a door. “Rock of Ages, CLEFT for me, let me hide myself in thee!” Aye me, so this is what you get for taking the mickey out of hymns, eh?

Door opens. Inwards, as she stands on the right of it. “Get inside!” In a tone usually reserved for misbehaving dogs. No more shag carpet, wood parquet floor. “Stop there!”

Door closes, light comes on. Just enough time to see it’s a medium sized room, pastel shade walls, double bed with matching coverlet left of centre back wall, hard up against that wall, three seater sofa hard up against the end of the bed. Door to the right of the bed, between it and a huge built in closet, right wall. Sofa’s back four inches higher than the bed. No windows.

She moves so she faces me. Vibes low now, so low it’s freezing in here, Summer or no Summer. And that’s when real fear starts. Her hands grip my shoulders. Not the masseuse’s fingers I know. More like some undead creature’s talons. And the voice, somehow so different from any I’ve ever heard her use.

“Look into my eyes and listen! From now until this is over, you will do exactly what I tell you when I tell you.You will not speak to me unless I put a question to you. And you will address me as Miss Van Lewin. Do you understand?”

The devil looks out of her eyes, not the hot and wild devil beloved of cartoonists, the one you only laugh at, but Dante’s frozen devil, the one that lives in the lowest circle of hell. The one that REALLY scares you because it doesn’t even have to TRY to scare you.

“Yes Miss Van Lewin”.

“Strip. Take all your clothes off, leave them on the floor. Except for your underpants. NOW!”

She stands there while I do it. Never moves, not a fraction of an inch. Just stands there looking me over like she’s working out what sum to bid at a slave market, all the while emitting vibes of a kind that keep a constant flow of ice water pouring over me. Transformation complete, every word in it etched into my mind.

ICY COLD HEARTLESS UNCARING BITCH.

“Walk over to the sofa. Kneel in the middle of the sofa, facing the bed. Put your hands either side of you palms down on the back of the sofa and lean forward slightly.”

She slinks up behind me. I feel her hands either side of my hips. Her thumbs hook into the waist band of my black Y fronts and she jerks them down to my knees. I turn my head. Her right hand strikes like a snake, twists my right ear. Painfully.

“Face front! Spread your legs out, as far as your Y fronts will allow. And cut out your bloody bashful virgin act, it doesn’t impress me!” This when I fidget as her hands relentlessly part and squeeze my buttocks, impassively gauging fat score and muscle tone.

She walks off, goes over to the closet, takes off her jacket so as to have the better use of her arms, hangs her jacket up, bustles around getting some things together.

She comes back, three pillows tucked between her left arm and side and a straight three feet long three eighths of an inch thick rattan cane in her right hand. Pauses üsküdar escort at the front of the bed, lays down the cane, casually flicks one pillow out so it lands middle of the bed, picks up the cane again, moves behind me with it and the remainder of the pillows. I daren’t move. Not that my obedience gets a scintilla of sympathy out of her.

Lays the cane down beside me on the sofa to my right, then moves behind me, doing everything at a carefully measured pace, to build up the tension, no doubt. She’d make a bloody good actress come to think, I’d pay good money to see her on the stage. Except this isn’t an act. Can’t think what it is, and that’s scary too.

Sets up the two pillows in front of me so they’re hard up between my lower belly/groin and the back of the sofa. My crown jewels now protected, with some assistance from me on her carefully worded commands, she makes one final inspection, the hangman’s last look you might say. She steps back, picks up the cane with her right hand, then moves so she’s behind me and to my left.

“Lean all the way forward, put your face in the other pillow and hold onto either side of it. Tightly.” All this between experimental swishes of the cane. Leaving me, as intended, vulnerable, exposed, waiting in silence.

“Perfect! I do like to do any job proper Christian RIGHT, first time, and with this one that’s all the more important, because this is a ritual, Calvin, a ritual with an opening, a body, and a conclusion.”

Oh thanks, so that’s what it is, I’d never have guessed that.

“The opening is all about turning you into an object. That’s all you are to me now, see, just an object for me to hit. One last thing. Don’t even think about pleading for me to stop, or whining to me about how much it hurts. You do either one and you’ll soon find you’ve mistaken me for someone who could give a fuck.”

That’s the first time I’ve ever heard her swear, but it’s not the use of the word that shocks me, its the way she uses it.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes Miss Van Lewin.”

“Good, then on to the scientific application of PAIN.”

On a scale of one to ten, no caning I’ve ever had so far has exceeded six, and as a runner I’ve learned to ride them out, just taking care not to laugh, but this one STARTS at seven!

SWISH CRACK!!!!! followed by a thump and thousands of angry wasps stinging my arse an instant later, then a deep BURN such as I’ve never felt in my life. She uses sets of three, with precise pauses in between and a longer pause between sets.

It’s all the more agonizing because she is a master at reading body language and using that info to set just the right tempo she wants. So that just as the burn from the last one is fading ever so slightly, another one crashes in, every one delivered in a good and workmanlike fashion. There’s hardly a carpenter I’ve ever seen who could have nailed off a floor by hand as methodically.

Each is almost a pistol shot loud, and a million flash bulbs go off inside my head, every time. I can’t yell even if I want to, because it’s all I can do to keep breathing. The blows knock the breath out of me. This is no middle distance run, this is a marathon.

Then from somewhere I hear someone moaning, in between tears. Just as I realize that someone’s ME, an almost disembodied voice says firmly, “Six more and that’s it”. The cane balances on my quivering backside. “Keep STILL! These will really hurt!”

SWISH CRACK!!!! SWISH CRACK!!!! SWISH CRACK!!! SWISH CRACK!!!! SWISH CRACK!!!! SWISH CRACK!!!!!!!

Hurt? Jesus fornicatin’ CHRIST they hurt! They slam home in a blur, a red ROAR of pain that leaves me gasping, almost uncertain where I am, nothing but a crying, moaning, broken wreck. Vaguely I can make out footsteps and the closet door opening again. It shuts. More footsteps.

Then she’s sitting on the bed, softly stroking my hair and my neck. “It’s over, it’s over, it’s OVER”

“Arghh! You sadistic bitch!”

She isn’t the least put out by the unusual salutation. She simply pulls the pillow out from under my face, pushes it to my left, gently puts her hands under my chin and lifts my head up so I can see her eyes again. Her face crinkles with amusement, and the vibes are warm again. She mulls my words over.

“Bitch? H’mm, fair enough. But did I not warn you I’d turn into a bitch? And have you ever known me waste my breath on idle threats? Sadistic? Noooo. I TOLD you it would hurt, I just didn’t say how much. And how much, that’s a wee bit subjective, isn’t it? It’s you inside that skin of yours, not I. Besides which, you’ve done your level best to earn this over the last year, and now you’ve got it, I don’t see where you have any cause for complaint. Next time, be more careful what you wish for, eh?”

‘Yes Miss Van Lewin” I can only just get that out between choked back groans.

More hair and neck stroking. “Sandra”.

“Is it really over?”

“Yes, unless you’d like me to bring the cane back so you can kiss the bloody thing!”

“UGH! Why would I want to do that?”

“Oh, if I were a religious person, a reg’lar church crawlin’ mongrel that is, I’d MAKE you kiss it. That’s biblical, I’d have you know! Then I’d make you get dressed and walk home, in the pissing down rain and all.”

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10. Linda’s Family Evolves – Pt. 01

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And so the summer was beginning. Bill left for San Diego after a great going away party. And I, of course, sent him off with the best sex I could devise. I will genuinely miss Bill. And I hope we keep in touch. My harem was down from six to three and that made me sad. There was nothing I could do to get Ken or Desi back, but I truly cared for them. And still do. But there seems to be no way to keep in touch with them. They just couldn’t handle the sex thing. I guess not many men could.

But I must bring you up to date on what happened outside the house. I mentioned the way I came into contact with Bobby. It was after one of my nude modeling jobs at the college. On my way home in a secluded field I inadvertently came upon him masturbating behind a tree. He had been one of the students drawing me that day, and I had turned him on. More than he could stand for long; he couldn’t wait to get home to jerk off. And it turned me on that I had turned him on. Long story short, I gave him a hand job and then walked the rest of the way to his apartment with him.

After that I would meet up with him regularly after that class. Usually we would just walk back to his place together. I had decided that I would not favor him with a hand job unless he was particularly horny. But he is a guy, after all. He was always particularly horny. Also, I was his only female acquaintance. I didn’t mind helping him out, but I was concerned that he might become more demanding, or that he might get romantic. I was watching him closely for any danger signals, and I made it clear that I was not open, at this point. He knew I had “boyfriends” and he took what I did as kindness and not romantic at all.

As I got to know him, and felt more safe around him, I could see that he was really a good guy. Good but damaged like me. He had grown up the third in a large family on a little subsistence farm about fifty miles away. He had been home schooled and had come to the college here on a scholarship he had won. Good scores on tests and a good portfolio. But he was socially awkward, as you might expect. His family had been pretty isolated, deliberately so, and he was painfully shy around women especially. He just needed a girl friend who was not me. We had both been damaged by our upbringing, but I had escaped from mine more easily than he was escaping from his. Gary had helped me; I thought I might be able to help Bobby. His sexual tension was enormous. He clearly could not handle being single. I was sure he had to masturbate every night, maybe more than that. And he had his nude sketches of me, and I knew he masturbated while looking at them. Getting an eye-full of naked women wasn’t why he took the drawing class though. He was a very good sketch artist, much better than I was. I was turned on by the realism of his sketches of me in class naked. Much better and they would have been almost photographic in quality.

I explained about our house, that we had a group marriage, that I was living with four (at the time) guys and that they were all my “boyfriends”. It was a completely new idea to him, but after his shock he seemed to accept it all without judging. Not judging is not that easy to do, either. To accept something you don’t really understand, have never imagined, could not even have existed in the world you were raised in, is hard. Especially if it is something sexual.

So the question was, could he become an addition to my “harem”? The question was probably churning around in his mind too. But when we all began living together, and having sex, we had already been a tight group of friends. Introducing a new guy, a stranger to Nick, Matt, and Derek, would be considerably more complicated. They would need to become close friends with him first. It would take time. I don’t know if Bobby realized how complex it would be. But he was lonely. I did enjoy spending time with him, that one afternoon each week, and that may have helped him with his loneliness, as well as his sexual tension a little. But a hand job once a week won’t go far. The only relatively quick solution for him would be for him to find a serious girl friend somewhere.

And so it was, in one of my weekly meetings with Andrea, the militant feminist, his name happened to come up. I mentioned that I had become friends with Bobby and she asked, “Bobby who?”

Then I realized I had never asked his last name. “Just Bobby. I never asked his last name.”

“You met him in class?”

“Yes, he is a freshman this year, art major. He is advanced and is taking some upper level drawing classes.”

“Oh. Let me guess. You were a nude model in one of his classes and he tried to pick you up?”

“Yes. But not exactly like that. He didn’t try to pick me up. I was walking home across the fields and I accidentally surprised him masturbating.”

“Ah. Accidentally?”

“Yes. I am sure it was an accident. I have seldom seen anyone that embarrassed.”

“Describe this guy.”

“He is maybe shorter than average. Red hair. Very skinny. Bad complexion. Blue eyes.”

“Wait a minute. I know this kid. Rents an apartment in town?”

“Yes. How did you meet him.”

“I am a TA in an intro to sociology class and kurtköy escort he is in it. But his name isn’t Bobby.”

A sudden stab of fear. “What do you mean?”

“His last name is Bobbington. Some old English name or something. His first name is so weird he has every one call him Bobby.”

Relief. “What is his first name?”

“Almanzo, I think. Something like that.”

“Oh! Like in the book!”

“Book?”

“Yes, it is one of the Little House books. People from my social milieu commonly use it in home school.”

“You were home schooled?”

“No, but I know my people. They are pretty good books, actually, mostly.”

“By ‘social milieu’ I assume you mean narrow bigoted backward fundamentalists?”

“That is not a fair description, not for all of us, but yes, something like that.”

“OK, so this guy is damaged goods. You like to pick up strays, don’t you?”

That gave me pause. What other strays had I picked up? The guys in the house? I suppose Bill would have qualified as a stray, though I preferred to think of him as a lost sheep. “Yes, I guess I do. Bobby is damaged, but in the same way I was. If I hadn’t met Gary back when I was a senior I would probably still be back in my home town trying to cope with things. Maybe I can help him out.”

“Wait. Have you had sex with this guy?”

“Yes and no. I haven’t done more than give him a hand job.”

“And he hasn’t tried to push for more, to take advantage of you.”

“Not at all.”

“Hmmm. I am skeptical that any man’s intentions can stay good when the possibility of sex is involved.”

“I understand. I am watching for the warning signs. I explained to him my living environment, and that I wasn’t open to any kind of romantic connection with him.”

“Trust me. He doesn’t want romance. He just wants sex. Though he might not be able to tell the difference.”

“You may be right but I think I will notice the signs if anything starts going wrong. And I will run if I do.”

“Good. I think you have been really lucky with the guys you’ve got. How big is your ‘harem’ now?”

“I am down to three. Bill left for San Diego after finals. He got a good job down there.”

“Well, be careful. If you pick up many strays you are in danger of becoming a sex therapist. Though your methods are unorthodox to say the least.”

That got me to thinking. Maybe I really could help the sexually wounded people escape from their youth. And it could be fun at the same time. But I knew I had better be careful. Sex is powerful stuff. Like C4, or whatever that stuff is that blows up.

At any rate, I decided to take things up a notch. It was the beginning of the summer I decided that I would give Bobby a blow job. I was sure Bobby was a virgin, like Ken had been, and if he thought the same way as Ken he would not consider a blow job as a violation of his virginity. That is a form of logic I just don’t understand. If a guy has an orgasm in your pussy he is not a virgin but if he has an orgasm in your mouth he is still a virgin? It doesn’t make sense, but sex is not exactly a rational activity.

I did have a sexual relationship to the three guys in the house, an intense one, but we had not made vows to each other. There was no assumption that we would be exclusive to each other. I knew that all three of them had women outside the house. They had all had girl friends before we had become a thing all together. There was no idea that we were all supposed to be faithful to each other. Even I, as the “house slut” was not under any obligation to them for my outside activities. There was no rule that kept me from having sex with Bobby except the fear that he would either become possessive on the one hand or broken-hearted on the other.

In summer, there were summer classes, but Bobby was not in one with me, either modeling or as a fellow student. So we kept meeting up on Thursday afternoons and just visiting. Typically I would walk him back to his apartment. There I would take off my clothes and if he was hard — he was always hard — I would help him out. Then we would hang out for an hour or so and just talk about whatever. He really liked it that I kept off my clothes, and I enjoyed him seeing me too.

So fairly early in the summer, we took our usual walk home chatting about everything. He was interested in everything. As usual, when we got to his apartment I took off my clothes. Typically he already had an erection just out of anticipation. He didn’t need me to be naked and he never tried to touch me or take advantage. How many men would be that cautious of me? Normally I would unzip his pants and take his dick out, but this time I said, “You should take off your clothes too.”

He looked frightened. I knew that feeling, though I hadn’t been frightened about people seeing my body for two years now. “Why?”

“Because this time I am going to give you a blow job.” His mouth popped open and his eyes got very round. I unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it back. He was standing up so everything was easy. Then I unzipped his pants and pulled them down, And then his underwear. I guess he felt more exposed beykoz escort being totally naked because he made as if to hide his dick. But I had already seen his dick many times now so it was just his insecurity that made him do it.

I took hold of his dick like I usually do, wrapping my fingers around him. Then, instead of beginning to massage him, I knelt down in front of him and licked just the tip of his dick. A groan of pleasure went through him. He was uncircumcised so I used my tongue to peel back his foreskin the rest of the way, and took the head of his dick in my mouth. Then I pushed my face against him and took his whole dick in my mouth. His penis was a decent size, but his body was so skinny that it seemed even larger in proportion. I didn’t have much trouble getting his whole dick in my mouth. When I had it all the way in so that his balls were against my lips, I moved the back of my tongue back and forth across the head of his dick. It must have felt really good. I doubt it took even a minute before he came. And so much semen! I swallowed as much as I could with each ejaculation but I couldn’t get it all. Some dripped down from my mouth and down my chin and onto the floor. Of course, usually his cum just squirted out all over the floor, so this wasn’t much to deal with. When I was touching him his ejaculations seemed like the normal amount, but it sure felt like more in my mouth. Maybe getting his first blow job had stimulated more semen? I don’t know. His semen tasted saltier than what I was used to. I had tasted the semen of seven guys before Bobby, and his was the saltiest, but not unpleasantly so. I like the taste of semen.

He didn’t say anything. He was just breathing very hard, like he had run up the stairs. But he was pretty wobbly after his orgasm. I laid him down on the bed, and then I laid down beside him. We just laid there side by side while he gradually recovered. I watched his dick deflate slowly. We spent half an hour or so and didn’t talk much at all. Just lying side by side naked.

But time marches on, as they say. “I have to go now, Bobby.”

“Oh. Ah, OK.” I got up and started putting my clothes on. “Uh, Linda?”

“What?”

“Thank you.”

He was the first man who had thanked me for sucking them off. Maybe the guys in the house were taking me for granted? I smiled then. “You are welcome. I had fun too.” A pause. “I will see you next week, right?”

“Yes. Yes.”

I had mentioned to the guys that I was seeing Bobby regularly. They were curious about meeting him, but not urgent about it. They took it for granted that I was probably having sex with him. But no one felt the need to talk about it.

It was the end of summer. I was going to spend the last week of August at home visiting my parents, and I hoped to see Gary while I was there. It was the last week I was hooking up with Bobby before I left, and that is when I decided it was OK to let Bobby fuck me. Early afternoon and I had just come out of a class in which I had modeled so I was pretty turned on. Having those students looking at my naked body for three hours was always a turn on. Bobby met me at our usual rendezvous spot. He had gotten a summer job as an assistant at the school library. He needed the money. His parents had very little.

As we were walking back to his apartment, we got to talking about my trip home. I would be leaving in two days and wouldn’t see him again until all the dust settled in our next semester schedules. We were both in good moods, excited for the new year, happy at how the old year had gone. Bobby was really glad he hadn’t gone home for the summer and I was too. Before we got back to his place, as we were both beginning to anticipate what we would do there, I decided it was time to give him a head’s up (no pun intended). There was a pause in our conversation.

“I think we should do things a bit differently this afternoon. If it is OK with you.”

He was cautious. I knew he counted on my weekly favors. “Yeah? What were you thinking?”

“I think it is time that you fuck me.”

He halted in his tracks, entirely surprised. I guess it is not surprising he was surprised. He knew I didn’t want our relationship to evolve into a romance, and he probably equated fucking with falling in love. It is not a rare error.

It took him a while to figure out what to say. “Are you sure? I mean, that would be great. That would be more than I hoped for. But are you sure? I mean…”

“Yes. I am sure. I am not saying that I am in love with you or anything. I am saying that I trust you enough that you will keep our relationship in perspective. You will, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, sure. But won’t you’re uh, boyfriends, mind?”

“Not at all. We don’t have that kind of closed relationship. They would be totally OK with it. Each of them have outside relationships as well.”

He thought about it for a while. “I guess I don’t understand.”

“That’s OK. I don’t think many people would understand. All you have to do is accept it at face value and not get nervous or anything.”

“You know I’ve never…” He let it trail off, embarrassed.

“Bobby, üsküdar escort of course I know you are a virgin. If you don’t mind losing your virginity to me, then there is nothing to worry about.” He still looked worried. “Look, don’t worry about your performance. I will show you, teach you, all you need to know. You don’t need to be embarrassed.”

There was still something bothering him. “I would feel like I was just using you.”

“And that would be fine. I want you to use me. That is what I am offering. You can fuck me and I will guide you every step of the way, and at the end I hope you will have the best intro to fucking possible. I expect you to use me and I will enjoy being used. This will be a good thing. For me, but I hope especially for you.”

“OK.” We were arriving at his apartment by this time.

“I think we should start out like we usually do and then just gradually proceed.” I began taking off my clothes. When I was naked I stood in front of him with my legs slightly apart and my arms hanging down by my side. “Look at me. You’ve already seen me so much you must have my body memorized by now. You masturbate in front of my sketch, right?” He nodded. “And I imagine you fantasize when you do, right?” He nodded again. “Do you fantasize about fucking me?” He blushed this time and nodded again. “All right. Stare at my pussy right now and fantasize about fucking me.” It feels so good when a man is looking at my pussy and I know he wants me. I was getting all hot just watching him stare. “I am going to do my best to make your dreams come true.”

I walked up to him and put his hands on my breasts. “You have never touched my breasts before. That showed amazing restraint on your part and I appreciated it. But now you can touch them all you want.” At first he just held his hands against my breasts and gently squeezed them. Then he began to massage them a little. I took one of his hands, moved it away and put his fingers on the nipple. “Now squeeze my nipple. A little hard but not too hard. Kind of roll my nipple between your finger and thumb.” It was amazing how huge his dick had become. I had probably better not push him too far. I stared at the bulge in his pants and he blushed. “I have seen your dick so many times you don’t need to blush now. Let’s have it out.” I began pulling off his clothes. I didn’t want to have another mistake like with Ken. When Bobby did cum, I wanted it all in my pussy.

When he was naked I moved one of his hands to my pussy and pushed his hand flat against me. “Maybe we had better not wait too long. I don’t want you to cum prematurely.” So I moved over to his bed and lay down on my back and opened up my legs for him. “Now, Bobby, come here and lie down on top of me and I will guide your dick in.” He knelt down between my legs and moved down onto me. I grabbed his dick on his way down and moved it to the opening of my vagina as he did so. I had meant to have him play with my clitoris for a while first, but I wasn’t sure how long he would hold out. “OK, Bobby, all you have to do is push and you will be inside me.”

I felt him pushing his penis inside me, hesitantly at first, and then eagerly, all the way in. I felt his balls between my legs and his dick felt so good I could have screamed. I hadn’t realized quite how much I wanted him. “Now Bobby, use me. Just let your dick play inside me any way you want. Enjoy my pussy and when you can’t hold back just let it all happen. I want your cum inside me.”

He began pulling out and pushing back in, slowly at first, but I could tell he felt so good he wouldn’t last long. He began to moan every time he thrust into me, and I could tell he was getting close. “Just let yourself go, Bobby. I’m waiting for your cum. I want to be fucked. Any time. Any time now, Bobby. Go ahead. Let it cum. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Oh, fuck me!” And then he was fucking me, pushing his dick as hard as he could when his orgasm started. He barely had time to back his penis up for another thrust when the second ejaculation was on him. Over and over he thrust in as hard as he could and when he was done he just collapsed on me. It was shattering for him.

“And just like that you aren’t a virgin anymore.” He was breathing heavily, lying there on me with his dick still inside. He could barely talk at first. “I hope that was as good as your fantasy.”

“Oh, yes. Yes. I had no idea. I had no idea it felt so good.”

“Better than masturbation? Better than a blow job?”

“Oh, yes, yes, yes. Let’s do that again.”

“You thing you could?”

“I don’t know. Just being in you makes me want to fuck you again. I could fuck you all day.”

“If you can do it, go ahead.”

His dick was still erect inside me and he began moving it again. More slowly this time. I didn’t want him to quit. He kept moving in and out, for quite a few minutes. And then I could feel him sort of stiffen, inside, and I knew he was going to do it. Now he started moving more quickly and I was beginning to get close to cumming myself. I didn’t think he would make me cum though, It felt like he was going to get there first, but he surprised me. I felt myself getting up there, closer. If he held out a few more minutes I would cum, but he couldn’t quite make it. I felt his next ejaculation but too soon. This time, of course, his orgasm didn’t last as long. When he came back down I asked him if he could go for a third one, but I could already tell his dick was getting less rigid. I doubt he had anything left to give. He just shook his head.

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