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It was another St. Louis summer. Sport could only be played in the morning or evening, the day was spent drinking ice tea and searching for shade, and the nights were hot and muggy. Becky lived in a little house on the edge of the city. Her parents ran a chain of restaurants- mainly burger joints and the like. They were wealthy but didn’t splash out too much.

Frankie played lacrosse with Becky. Becky had always been the better one, having a slimmer and more dainty figure, whereas Frankie was a little taller and not so coordinated, although had a beautifully smooth and curvy body.

This year, Becky’s parents had decided that they were going to a Caribbean island. It would have a more bearable heat and would be a wonderful experience too. And of course, Becky insisted that Frankie should accompany her. After all, they were best friends.

It was near the end of vacation, between the end of high school and the start of college, that the trip had been booked for. The plane was a regular Boeing- the usual commercial flight ones.

“God it’s hot in here.” Frankie fanned her sweaty face with a boarding pass.

“I know right? I’m just going to the loo okay?”

“Don’t leave me alone too long, that kid keeps looking at me.”

“An admirer perhaps?”

“A creepy one to be sure!”

Frankie watched as Becky picked her way down the aisle. They only had a quarter of the journey remaining now. Becky was short with straight chestnut hair that came to just below her little shoulders. She had a slim tummy with small breasts- Frankie guessed them to be an A cup. Her butt was delicate but probably firm.

Frankie looked down at herself. She had dark hair that was only slightly frizzy. It covered her breasts which were bigger, Frankie happily thought, than Becky’s. She was a B cup, 34B to be precise. Her bum was fleshier but soft enough to touch. Both the girls had smooth, shaven legs.

She couldn’t help but notice Becky’s ass move up, down, up, down, as strolled.

When they arrived, the weather was perfect. But just when the girls were unpacking, Becky’s parents came to the door.

“Honey, there’s been an accident. One of the restaurants set on fire. Dad and I have discussed it. We’ll return in 5 days. You’ll be alright here.”

“Really Mom?”

“Yes honey-bun. But we really have to go now. Behave!!”

She kissed her daughter goodbye and like that, the two girls were alone in the house.

“Aww honey-bunny aren’t you cute,” Frankie giggled.

“Hey! It’s honey-bun!”

“Okay little girl.”

“Shut up Frankie-pankie. Okay so I’m gonna go shower.”

Becky left Frankie unpacking and took a towel to the bathroom. She took her lilac T-Shirt off and threw it down by the sink. Next were her jeans which she peeled off to reveal her panties, black with pink dots and frilly edges, like her bra. Those were soon gone too. She looked herself over in the mirror. Her boobs were little and firm with brown nipples sticking out in the center. She had always had quite brown skin, like a permanent tan. But not as dark to say she was mixed race or Latino or anything like that. Her vagina was shaven but untouched. Her lips weren’t too accentuated beside her thighs, and she never touched herself. She had her shower, washing the shower gel across her back and front quickly. Then she rinsed it off and towelled beneath her legs and over her tummy. She laughed when she saw she had two droplets of water on her breasts- one from each nipple. She blew them off, one by one.

Then she walked back to the room. Frankie had finished packing and was waiting, towel in hand.

“You take for ages in the shower so be quick, alright?”

Frankie smiled. “Of course I will. Then let’s go shopping.”

“Oh my god. Yes. So definitely yes to shopping!”

Frankie took off her denim jacket and placed it neatly on the floor. Next was her green dress, which stayed on her stomach owing to the band of elastic at the top of it. She grabbed handfuls of the dress and yanked in off. She folded it and stacked in on top of her jacket. She had kicked off her sandals at the door and now she lifted her dark blue top above her head. And now she was only in her navy panties and bra, which she proceeded to take off. Her tits were perky and as Frankie proved, she could hold the underside of them in her palms with ease. They were full and big. Her pussy, as she had begun to call it, was unshaven. She stuck her forefinger inside, past the jungle of pubic hair. It was as warm as ever. She showed, washing the inside of her vagina with care, shampooing her mass of hair in that area too. She put in her forefinger again and flicked it up, brushing her large clitoris and sending a little jolt through her tummy. She wasn’t fat, but she had enough flesh so that she wasn’t über-skinny too. But then of course Becky had wanted her to be quick. She didn’t finger herself much, only once a week really, and even then, she was a virgin, and could only fit one finger inside without her labia stretching and hurting.

They both dressed. esenyurt escort bayan Becky was in a soft grey top which had a low and baggy neckline, showing off her designer white bra. She wore white mini shorts and flip flops. Frankie was in a white t-shirt through which her vivid yellow bikini bra could be observed. She wore a frilly mini skirt which had a purple hem. She had turquoise socks and sneakers on too.

The first stop was the supermarket, where they bought all the essentials: sesame seed oil for cooking, flour, eggs, vegetables, fruit, bread- they had a five minute penis war with the baguettes, pretending they were a gay couple- and icing sugar. Then the other not-so-essential was the squirty UHT whipped cream that is so sweet and scrumptious.

Then the girls hit the clothes shops.

“Okay Frannie-“

“Stop it!” Frankie whined.

Becky giggled and pushed her shoulder, “Okay, okay stressy pants! Frankie. Let’s meet here in twenty minutes with the clothes we want and then well decide what we buy?”

“Yeh but don’t get too much?”

“Exactly.”

In twenty minutes they met by the changing room.

Frankie asked, “What have you got?”

“Okay. Here goes-“

“Oh no-“

“Nah just kidding I don’t have a huge list. I’ve got three pairs of panties, two bikinis, and these lovely pink shoes.”

She held them up in awe.

“Awwhh they’re so cute and sparkly!”

“I knew you’d love ’em.”

“Okay so I have six pairs of panties and bras -matching ones-, two skirts, and a T-Shirt.”

“Well let’s try your skirts first. I don’t think I even need to try the shoes, I just need the right size.”

“Okay.”

Frankie undid the zip on the back of her mini-skirt and pulled on the first skirt. It was pink with grey stripes.

“Frankie?”

“Yeh?”

“It’s hideous!”

“Right, I thought it might be so, I just saw a woman in it earlier and she looked so good. Anyway, moving on.”

Her next dress was a plain blue one, which both girls loved.

They kept on trying their chosen garments on until Frankie had only two sets of panties and bras left, and Becky had to choose whether to buy an extra bikini or not.

“See look,” Becky said as she undid her bra, “it’s fluorescent orange.”

Her bra fell to the floor and she did up the bikini.

“It’s nice but your nipples stick through.”

“I kinda like that.”

“Okay seriously, do you want to lose your cherry this holiday?”

“Definitely before college.”

“Me too.”

So they decided to buy that orange bikini top.

It was between a set of cream panties and bra which barely covered anything or these designer ones- green with black frilly edges and pink ribbon. They covered her boobs and enclosed both her pubic mound and the hair around it.

“Definitely that one. The green one.”

“Why?”

“Well your pubes don’t show, and it works well with the rest of your curves coz it bulges a teeny weeny bit out in a good way. Oh and you can still see your pubic hair, which you so love, pressing against it.”

“Do you really like it?”

Becky stood facing Frankie and cupped her pussy through her bikini bottom.

“Any guy would cum immediately if he were doing this. It’s sexy Frankie.”

They both giggled.

“Right, let’s go back, it’s nearly eleven.”

“In the evening?”

“Yep.”

“Haha wow!?”

The girls with their pointy baguettes and neat clothes sauntered home. They were sleeping in the same long sized bed, just coz they liked the company.

The next day was a pool day. They sat in the sun and browned their skin. They drank piña colada and lay reading books such as On The Road, The Road to Wigan Pier, and James Joyce’s Dubliners. Well- that was Frankie’s reading list for College. Becky was still attempting to immerse herself in 1715-1915: A Political History by 2 o’clock. By then, although vaguely interested in her book- or rather textbook- she had decided that the pool was just too enticing.

The house her parents had rented was set back from the beach a little, and had no neighbours too close. It had white walls with intersections of blue strips of the gutter and the window panes, and big glass windows and wooden paneling was built in as well.

As Becky went off to refill their glasses Frankie noted that her friend was right, her new panties did look pretty. When she lightly pressed the front of her crotch the fabric almost seemed bouncy due to the springy hair underneath.

Becky was coming back now. Frankie noted that her bikini bottoms had ridden up into her vagina. That’s a camel toe, she thought. She told Becky and the latter stuck her nails in and pulled it back into place. Her natural juices had wet the engulfed fabric and she now had a little wet stripe down the front of her triangle.

Sadly, as soon as Becky elegantly dived in, it started to rain. Then it began to hail. Becky bit her lip to stifle a giggle- every time a hailstone hit Frankie, she’d flinch beylikdüzü escort bayan and clench her butt cheeks together. Just as Frankie had told her she had had a camel toe, her best friend now had the same thing in her bum. But Becky thought it was kinda cute, so she didn’t make any remarks.

They stayed indoors for the rest of the day. At about 9 they got bored and opted for an early night. In the Caribbean there were these occasional storms, and yet it was still boiling hot. For this reason, the sheets were left off, but Frankie still wore her cotton trousers and white pyjama top, and Becky her soft orange onesie. Soon both the girls were deeply asleep.

The storm continued, with the hail ceasing but a heavy rain taking its place. Billowing clouds loomed over the island. Frankie rolled over in her sleep, colliding with Becky. Neither of them woke up. Their lips were pressed tightly together. Even their noses were squished up against the other’s nose.

Suddenly a crack of harsh thunder sounded and both the girls were awake. Their cheeks reddened and they both murmured and sheepishly wriggled away from each other. Frankie was asleep again in moments. Becky however was thinking.

Her lips were kind of dry, she thought. Soft, but dry. A bit like the outside of a lightly toasted marshmallow, when it’s not even gone brown yet.

Another clap of thunder. Becky shivered. All she could hear was the patter of rain. She rolled over a few times and carefully put her left leg through Frankie’s legs and pushed her right arm under her side and draped her left one over the side, meeting them in the middle, just under her soft bosom. She was hugging her cuddly friend in a way a koala might hug its mother. She pressed her head into the small of Frankie’s back and promptly fell asleep.

Frankie woke up and was slightly bemused. She remembered the accidentally kiss. But it dawned on her that Becky must’ve purposefully snuggled up to her. She removed herself from Becky’s thought grip and rolled her away, onto her back. She didn’t stir. She was breathing till of course, but those piña coladas must’ve had quite an effect on her. It is true though that she had had around sixteen of them. Frankie poked her face, gently. Nothing. She put her finger past Beckys’ lips and ran her finger tip over her smooth teeth. Nothing. She took Beckys hand and put in down her own trousers. She rubbed her friends hand over her clit for a while. Then she stopped, a little shocked by her actions. She brushed the hair form Becky’s face and patted her shoulder. She was about to get up when she thought a weird thought. She couldn’t could she?

Slowly she straddled Becky. She gently patted Becky’s chest. Then she squeezed her firm little tits. Then she ran down the stairs to the kitchen.

About an hour later Becky emerged, looking rested, in jeans and a T-Shirt.

“Hey.”

Frankie looked up. “Hey you.”

Becky sat down and drank some juice.

She looked up and quietly said, “Sorry about last night.”

“The kiss?”

“Uhh…yeh.”

“Or your cute cuddling?”

Becky went pink.

“Don’t worry Becky, Mommy’s here.”

Becky shook off Frankie’s hand. “Shut up you asshole.”

Silence.

“I liked it. The kiss.”

Becky was silent. Did she really like it or was she winding her up. She played along, being truthful but wary at the same time.

“Me too.”

Silence again.

Frankie suddenly got up, her chair scraping the floor. She leant down to Becky’s over the table and kissed her lips. Becky was shocked. But she stood up, holding Frankie’s arm. She opened her mouth and attacked with tongue. They maneuvered past the table and Becky pushed her over the back of the sofa. The kiss was wet and warm and soft and passionate and fast and Becky began to hump her hips against Frankie’s vulva. She could feel her pussy getting a little wet. Frankie on the other hand could feel her juices brimming and spilling into her panties. She picked up Becky and carried her to the room. She threw her down and stripped in second. Her pussy hair was dripping wet. She pulled Becky’s jeans down and then her panties. She pressed her boobs against Becky’s. They began to hump ferociously.

Frankie grunted. “Let’s scissor.”

They did so, sex against sex, Frankie’s pussy squelching on each impact with her cunty juices.

“Oh fuck Becky. Oh fuck. Oh harder.

Oh. Oh.”

Her moans became higher pitched.

Becky panted and leant forward, putting her head over Frankie’s shoulder, holding her back and brutally smashing her trembling slit against Frankie’s juicy sex.

Frankie came as soon as Becky started her orgasm. The petite girl’s pussy trembled and her hard nipples jiggled quickly up and down, her arms going limp. Frankie squirted all over the bed and even let out a little pee, shouting as she did so.

“Ohhh. Ohh. Ahhh. Fuckkkkk.” She roughly grabbed those little lips and kissed them and humped so damn quick, so damn hard. avcılar escort bayan And her wetness seeped into the sheets. Finally she came down. She had made marks in Becky’s tits where she had clenched them throughout her blazing squirting session.

Becky got up. And led Frankie downstairs. She put her on a deck chair beside the pool. She sat on her head. Frankie lightly bit on her best friends labia. She sucked those tight lips into her mouth and probed her pussy hole with her long fat to tongue. It was a matter of seconds before this innocent teen came again, a few drops of wetness rolling into Frankie’s gaping mouth.

Becky slid down Frankie’s body. She looked at the tangle of pubes. It was soaked. She pressed her nose into it and sucked some hair into her mouth, tasting Frankie’s natural juices. She put her hands in and stretched her lips. She winced in pain.

“God you’re tight.”

“So are you.”

Becky licked up and down the edges of her lips.

“Bloody hell you’re good.”

“Mm. Your- mmm -“

“-Fucking wet?”

“Yeh but oh god you’re tasting but no seriously your clit is massive. Look I can suck it.”

She slurped on Frankie’s big clit.

Suddenly she bit down on it and Frankie shrieked.

“Ahhhhhhhohohoh…”

She whimpered a little and tears sprung to her eyes. She had squirted all over Becky’s dirty face.

“That hurt.”

“You have a warm snatch.”

“I can even feel my pussy anymore.”

“I know.”

“Wait what?How?”

“You’re letting piss dribble from it.”

“Oh Jesus am I?” Frankie sat up and held her lips apart. The movement caused a stream to burst out onto Beckys’ lips. It kept coming. She got up and waddled to the pool, jumping in.

“Are you pissing in the pool!?”

“Fuck. Oh yes. Oh that’s better.”

Becky licked her lips. “It’s salty.”

“No shit Sherlock.”

“Come here.”

“Huh?”

“One. Two. Three- right you dirty whore. Eighteen years old and having pissy accidents! My god.”

Frankie was a little confused. She slowly got out of the pool. Becky pushed her down and just started spanking her ass.

“Oi fucking hell what the- OWW -what the fuck?!!”

She jumped up and slapped Becky. She picked her up by the feet and dragged her to the kitchen. She was a little angry and majorly horny. She whacked Becky’s firm ass with a rolling pin up her ass crack.

“Oh shit.” Becky started to cry.

Frankie slapped her cheeks harder and harder until they were beetroot red. Then she licked them, cooling them.

“There, there. Don’t cry baby. Shh it’s okay now. Hush baby.”

“Why?”

“Let’s not do that again.”

“I concur.”

The acts of fierce anger were over.

That evening the two girls, hand in hand, strolled down the road towards the beach.

“Hey Frankie?”

“Yeh?”

“We’re not an item. We’re just friends still right?”

“Yeh…though I wouldn’t mind going a bit further. Like not the spanking, that hurt, but licking an stuff, if you want to too?”

“I wouldn’t mind it. We can fall back on each other when we’re all alone, or spice up our sex lives if we get boyfriends, and just generally pleasure each other when we feel that way inclined.”

“Good plan. When are your parents back?”

“The day after tomorrow.”

“It’s been that long already?”

“Yeh I know right!”

When the girls got to the beach, people were already partying. There was booze and guys in swimming trunks and chilled groups of girls from all over the island; from all over the world in fact.

Frankie spoke, eyeing a guy in a loincloth: “Lets split girl.”

He was rather athletic with big pecs and what looked like a tough stomach. His legs weren’t too chunky and muscly so if anything did go on, she wouldn’t be crushed and broken by him.

“Hey,” she shouted over the bass,”I’m Frankie.”

“Yo wazzup? I’m Phil. From England. How old are you?”

“Oh nice to meet you, eighteen you?”

“I’m 19, on a gap year, is that okay with you?”

“Yeh definitely. I’m from St. Louis, Miss-“

“-Missouri? Yeh I went there for a bit, saw the Cardinals play. I can’t say I understood that rule about tag though.”

“Oh it’s easier, basically- actually you know what don’t worry!”

“Aha okay. So you here in a group?”

“Just with my friend.”

“Do you have to meet up with her soon?”

“No. I hope that’s okay with you.”

“Yeh no that’s awesome. Awesome.” He paused, then said tentatively, “Hey do you wanna go someplace quieter?”

“Sure.”

He held her by the hand and led her off. She felt like a child being pulled along so she requested that he carry her. Soon she was bouncing on his back as he carried her piggy-back style. He was taller than her by about a foot, and had light brown wavy hair. It wasn’t too long tho, his fringe was short and neat.

They sat with their backs on a sand dune and talked and laughed and he pulled out a bottle of Cuban rum from somewhere under his loincloth.

In a few minutes they were kissing, and then frantically pulling each other’s cloths off. (His wasn’t so hard to take off.) It was as if they only had thirty seconds. In fact that had a whole night.

“Oh Phil.”

He took her breasts in her hands, kneading them. But he couldn’t wait long. He lifted her skirt and positioned himself.

“Gonna use a condom?”

“Oh yeh, fuck.”

He fumbled about.

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I drifted up from sleep, the bedside clock read 11 PM, and I felt the warmth of Roxanne’s body against mine. I looked over at her, watching her as she slept. I lay back, wondering at the good fortune that had put her in my life.

I felt her start to stir when her eyes opened, those deep brown eyes locked onto mine.

“Ummm, my lover man, I could get very used to having this every day. Making sweet passionate love, then drifting off, and waking up to find you still with me.”

I felt her hand slide down, and my cock was taking notice, she giggled as felt my cock surging in her hands, and cooed, “Ummm, so ready again, such a horny man! Good, that’s exactly what I need. For now, I have something special for you.”

Roxanne took to her hands and knees, she reached back, pulled her ass cheeks apart, and showed me the tight, pink pucker of her back door.

She cooed, “I’m still a virgin back there, and I want you to take me. I trust you completely lover, would you like to deflower my tight ass hole, sugar?”

My cock topped up quickly, oh fuck, I’d had a former girlfriend who loved getting her ass reamed, couldn’t get enough of it, and the idea of introducing Roxanne, offering her ass to me, I was more than happy to agree.

“I would be honored baby, I need to lick and finger your asshole a long time before we try anything bigger than my finger.”

Roxanne cooed huskily, “Oh yeah, lick my asshole, Dennis, get my tight hole all ready for its virgin breaking ride.”

I eagerly dove in, enjoying her squeals of pleasure as she felt my tongue make contact. My face was nuzzling between the moons of her spread open ass cheeks. My tongue swept over the tight pucker, licking at that twitching, inviting opening, then my tongue pressed against her, tightly. The tip of my tongue pushed inside, probing, pressing slightly into the twitching pucker, making Roxanne’s body shiver with pleasure.

“Oh my god, the pleasure…it’s beautiful…I love it…feels so good. Keep licking me, and finger it, get my ass ready for fucking, I feel like my head’s gonna fly off!”

Sticking a finger in my mouth, I slobbered over it, then applied it, and pushed, slowly, slowly. She let out a grunt, of pleasure I hoped, and my finger glided slowly in to the first knuckle.

I could hear her muttering softly, “Yeah, yeah, oh yeah.”

I pushed on until my finger was in to the second knuckle. I started to rotate my finger, Roxanne’s asshole was clenching at my finger, and I was doing my best to loosen it up, even just a tiny bit. After ataköy escort bayan a few minutes, she felt she was ready.

“Dennis, let’s do it, I think I can handle it now, take my last bit of virginity.”

On her hands and knees, laying her head down on a pillow, cupping her cheeks, she spread them apart as far as she could, eager to get her ass fucked. I applied a generous coating of KY to my cock, and spread a large dollop around her tight rim, sliding my finger back inside to spread around the tight clutch of her virgin walls.

“Oh yeah, that feels nice. Now, my lover, take my last bit of virginity,” she cooed.

I nudged my cockhead against the rose-shaped pucker, and pushed, slowly, slowly, suddenly the head popped in. Roxanne let out a sharp gasp.

“Ungh, ungh, ungh” she moaned, “Hold up just a minute lover, I’m going to need time to adjust” she whispered.

“Take all the time you need baby, it’s not a race, your pleasure is what’s important. I’ll only go on at your request.”

I could see the side of her face, she smiled as my words assured her that she would not be forced. I brought my hands up, and ran them up and down her back, stroking her awesome 18-year-old body, eager to help her relax in every way. After a few minutes, she urged me on.

“Ok honey, a bit more, slowly please.”

I pushed, slowly, slowly, I was now halfway in, Roxanne was making grunts, as I reached 5, then 6 inches.

“Another stop, please.”

I froze, waiting for her ass to adjust, fuck, the sensation of her tight virgin ass around my cock was something else. Never had I been in such a tight hole as her warm backdoor.

Roxanne took less time to adjust this time, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as she took a deep breath, and told me what to do.

“Now, take my hips, hold me in place so you can bury it, let me have the rest, I want my anal deflowering completed,” she gasped.

I grasped her hips, and with a push forward, I was in, right to the balls, Roxanne let out a small yelp as I buried it, and I again stopped.

“Oh my god, my ass is so full. It’s a bit painful, but I guess losing such tight virginity was gonna hurt somewhat. And Dennis, you’re such a sweet man, any 18-year-old guy that I gave my ass to would probably just ram it in with one thrust, and end up raping my ass. Now, just a little bit more time,” she cooed.

After a minute, she whispered huskily, “Umm, mmmm, oh yeah, it’s starting to feel good, give me a slow, loving zeytinburnu escort bayan ride sugar, now that my ass virginity is gone, stretch me out back there, take it some more.”

I pulled back an inch and pressed forward slowly, getting a slow, gentle rhythm going. Roxanne’s sounds were changing over to little gasps and what sounded like cries of passion.

“Mmmm, yes, oh yes, now that I’m loosened up, it feels better,” she cooed, “keep going, it’s starting to feel real good!”

Encouraged, I started to pull out a bit further, 2 inches then 3, burying it deep, speeding up just a little bit. Roxanne was starting to make moans and louder cries of passion, as she urged me on to fuck her ass. I was happy to do so, the tight vice grip of her ass was clutching at my cock, working me up to another load. Her hand was cupped against her pussy, masturbating furiously, I reached around and gently removed her hand.

“Let me do that for you baby,” I whispered.

I cupped my hand around her mound, her pink, hard clit straining for my fingers, her juices coated my fingers, and I stroked my fingertips up and down her stiff, eager clit. Roxanne’s grunts and cries of pleasure increased, and I could feel a massive load gather. I felt a warm hand cupping my balls, oh which felt nice as she started to give me gentle squeezes, eager to make me explode. I could feel her clit twitching wildly between my fingers, as Roxanne hit her peak.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, cumming, oh my god cumming, fill my ass, Dennis, fill me, fuck, fuck, cum in MEEEEEE!”

She let out a scream, her ass clamped even tighter around my cock, her orgasm making her asshole clench and unclench, spasming in time with her orgasm, and that took me over. I grabbed her hips, drove in to the balls, and my cock erupted. Flooding Roxanne’s last virginity with hot sperm made me go off like a cannon. My growls of orgasm joined her sounds, as my cock jerked over and over, throbbing wildly and pumping a flood of cum, painting her bowels white with my load, both of us shuddering through body wracking orgasms. When I had unloaded the last gush, I pulled out and flopped down, Roxanne joined me and her eyes were close to mine, her smile told me all I needed to know.

“Perfect, so perfect”, she whispered. “Just as loving and caring as you have been ever since our first time.”

This time, with her body against mine, I spiraled down into a deep sleep, the best natural sleep aid ever.

****

It’s raining, arnavutköy escort bayan that must be why it’s so wet. I looked down, saw myself naked on the street. The only thing wet was my cock, strange how the rain was only making my cock wet. I felt a pressure on my prick, another strange thing.

“Mmmm, oh yeah, mmmmmm.”

The voice cut through my sleep, and I rose up to wakefulness. I opened my eyes to the sight of Roxanne, very naked and very horny, perched on my cock.

“Good morning honey. When I saw how stiff and hard your morning hard-on was, I thought this would be the best way to wake you! Mmmm, it’s been so wonderful, waking up with you next to me, your cock all stiff, ready and eager for more, makes me feel so sexy. Just lay back, relax and let me do all the work if you could call this work!”

She giggled, I groaned with pleasure from the snug feel of her hot, moist sheath as she lifted up, then drove her hips down, engulfing my shaft, wrapped around my cock like a tight velvet-lined glove. Roxanne started to rock herself on my cock, with excruciating slowness. She was caressing her breasts, gently pulling at her nipples, expressions of bliss crossing her face as she rode me like a sexy 18-year-old cowgirl.

“Mmmmm, so good, feels so wonderful, I can’t wait to feel all that thick cum flood me, fuck, fuck, feels so good, oh yes!”

Roxanne started to ride me harder and faster, her hot velvet depths sliding up and down on my steely shaft, hips pumping up and down. She was wrapped tightly around me, her cunt stroking me again and again in that pleasure grip, seeing her gorgeous breasts bouncing up and down in time with her thrusting motions, and watching the joy and delight play across her face as she rode me, and I could feel my balls starting to tighten up, getting set to gush more spunk. Roxanne was gasping, her orgasm was starting to race at her.

She raised herself up, froze for a second as she cried out raggedly, “Oh fuck, feels so good, cream my tight little pussy lover man, cum with me, cum deep inside me, I’m cumming, cream MEEEEE!” then thrust herself down, her body starting the telltale shuddering of climax.

My cock was scrubbing at her pink pocket as I felt her pussy muscles clamp around me, hungrily massaging and milking my cock, taking me over.

“Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!” I shouted, her loud squeals of joy blending in as I arched up into her, my cock erupting, spraying a geyser of hot cum up into her, painting her tightly gripping walls. Another bolt of cum jetted out, and another, I was not done cumming until 8 gouts of spunk had been deposited, her hungry pink fuck-hole sucking it all up, deep into her womb.

Our orgasmic rush started to ebb, she smiled down at me, and lay forward upon me, letting my cock stay buried deep inside her.

“I could get used to this, every morning,” she whispered softly.

I was thinking, so could I.

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The room was quiet, dark and smelled of clean carpet and newly changed sheets.

The hotel was one of those anonymous places made for businessmen to spend the night after a late meeting before catching an early flight from the nearby airport terminal first thing in the morning. It was modern, comfortable and completely soulless.

He cared little for the lack of ambiance. Tired from the long drive he had stopped in front of the first hotel he’d seen, unaware of the town, the time or even the distance from where he’d originally wanted to be that night. After checking in and making his way to the room whose number matched his keycard, he’d dropped his bag on the floor by the door and had stumbled to the bed, letting himself fall flat on the mattress, making the shape of a starfish on the sheets, and falling asleep in a matter of seconds.

He woke up to the incessant ringing of his room’s phone, an old-style tone device placed on the bedside table by his head. Groaning, his head throbbing, he rolled onto his back, then sat up and reached for the receiver.

“You’re a shitty friend.” Said a vaguely familiar voice from the other side.

“Am I?” He replied, dropping back down to the mattress with the receiver still in his hand. He couldn’t tell who was on the other side yet, but his brain kept telling him he knew the voice.

The voice at the other end gave a sigh and a giggle.

“It’s Ash.” She said “PhoenixAsh87?”

“Ash?” His eyes opened wide as his brain made the connection. “Hi… Sorry I was…”

“Sleeping.” She interrupted “I know. Jess told me you looked tired.”

“Jess?!?”

“The girl at reception.” Ash replied. “She recognized your name.”

He shook his head, suddenly remembering he was talking on a hotel phone. A moment of silence followed as he tried to make sense of it all but she cut the awkward silence short.

“I did tell some friends about you.” She said, cheekily. “So, are you coming down or should I come up?”

“What?” he said, drifting deeper into confusion.

“The hotel you’re at is 5 minutes from my house.” She clarified. “Give me a half hour to get dressed and I’ll be there.”

He felt his head spin. He had been hoping to sleep until morning and then leave quietly, he wasn’t sure he wanted to hang out with an old internet flame he’d never met in real life. On the other hand, he wouldn’t have many more chances to meet Ash and he didn’t want to be a bad friend to her. Although they hadn’t really talked for quite some time, he still considered her to be one of his better friends.

“What about Bob?” He asked, suddenly remembering an old profile picture from her Facebook page.

“Oh! Now Robert’s a problem?” She sniggered sarcastically “You didn’t seem to mind me having a husband when we were…” she stopped herself as the sound of kids talking flooded into the background.

“Bob and I separated a year ago. Look I was going out anyway and I have a babysitter coming. You wanna hook up or not?”

A few moments passed as he rolled the question over in his head. Again, she cut into his thoughts.

“If you don’t feel like it, it’s ok.” She sighed.

“I’ll see you in thirty.” He responded, more out of guilt than anything else. Then immediately regretted it as a suddenly cheerful Ash chirped a quick goodbye before hanging up abruptly. He reached for his bag and grabbed a box of Paracetamol. Taking two tablets in his hand he went to the bathroom, swallowed them and opened the hot tap in the shower.

He had just put a clean T-shirt on when there was a knock at the door. He checked his jeans’ flies nervously, walked to the door and opened it.

She had always had a little bit of a goth look about her that left you wondering whether that was what she was actually going for or if her pale complexion and preference for dark clothing simply made her look like she was into depressing movies and The Cure. This time she was wearing more make-up than usual and a see-through dark top plus short skirt combo with knee-high boots and thigh-high stockings which reinforced the concept even more. A black lace bra, visible from under her top, brought the point home. With short, spiky hair and a pair of black, thick framed glasses, she looked like an alternative-rock teenager on a first date. She certainly stood out and looked a lot younger than the woman in her late thirties she was.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.” He smiled as she stepped through the door.

She passed him her handbag which he placed on the nearby desk, then smiled back up at him as the door slid shut behind her.

“I usually wear contacts but I decided to make an exception. I thought you’d like the glasses better.”

As she talked, she leaned in towards him, waiting for a welcoming kiss. He obliged, stooping forward to peck her on the cheek, and was surprised to find her lips instead. She let herself almost fall against him, forcing him to hold her as she pressed her tongue into his mouth, the sweet taste of her lips suddenly running bakırköy escort bayan over his palate.

He kissed her back, holding her as safely as he could while allowing her enough room to wriggle and rub herself against him. He ran his hands over her, feeling her shape and curves as he did. She’d gained a little weight since he’d last seen her and that only worked in her favor, she felt womanly in his arms, compared to how girlish she had sometimes looked in the pictures she had sent him via email in the past. Her waist was still impossibly thin, with a hint of a tummy keeping her soft and supple to the touch, in contrast, her thighs were thick, her hips broad and her bottom was large and well rounded, it almost called out to be grabbed and, as he did, Ash let out a sigh of pleasant surprise in feeling his fingers dig into it.

He felt her steer him towards the bed, then push him onto it. She giggled as she climbed over him, her skirt lifting over her thighs to allow a peak at the tip of a triangle of lace beneath. A smirk flashed on her face and she lifted her top over her head and threw it backwards, off the bed, before falling towards him to plant her lips against his once more.

He felt the back of the bra for its catch, one hand joining the other in an effort to release it, then the lace glided down and she let the shoulder straps slip over her arms, lifting her chest to allow the garment to slide away completely. She sat up, grabbing his wrists and guiding his hands to her small but perky breasts. Once again, she let out a pleasurable yelp as he pinched her hard, pink nipples between his fingers, then shivered as he let go. Again, she let herself fall towards him so that he could suckle at her chest and nibble at her nipples, each tender bite accompanied by a tiny squeak of painful delight.

He remembered their conversations from a few years before when, late at night, as they talked and watched each other through the lens of a webcam, she had told him of how she longed for her breasts to be fondled and her nipples to be bitten and sucked, of how men always forgot about her smaller, more humble breasts while she wanted them to hold them and squeeze them, of how much it made her quiver with lust when she felt a man’s hands, or his mouth over them.

“Oh, holy shit…” she panted after another sigh and a shiver of enjoyment.

She pulled back, trembling with excitement, to sit over his still clothed body, leaning on the now bulging mound under his jeans. She paused, letting him have a good look at her, the way she knew he wanted to see her: half naked, panting, quivering with excitement.

Whether it was genuine attraction that had carried them away so quickly, or simply the excitement of meeting each other in the flesh after so many years, neither of them knew, or cared to know. What she did know, because he had confessed it to her in a lust-filled chat session, was that nothing aroused him more than a half-naked girl, too hot, too excited, too horny to get up and properly take off her clothes before she indulged in the pleasure she was promised.

With that notion firmly in her mind, and many more ideas to keep it company, she grabbed at the mound on his crotch with authority, massaging what lay beneath with confidence and intent. She then raised herself over him, kissed his lips one more time, then crawled upwards, cat-like in her motion, until her thighs flanked his head, the silk of her thigh-highs and leather of her boots grazing against his ears, and lowered herself upon him, rubbing his face with the lace fabric of her thong as she held held her skirt up and peered down at his aroused face.

He felt her moisture from under the black cotton, let her rub against his lips, poked at her with his tongue, teasingly, until he could feel her tremble with anticipation, he then aided himself with his fingers in moving her thong aside and plunged his tongue into her, licking the inside of her labia, then prodding deeper into her as she grabbed his hair and pulled him towards her. She gave a long, liberating sigh of relief as she felt him taste her, as if she had been waiting for the moment for all those years, then began to move over him, allowing him to taste her fully, to search for her clit and suck hard on it, causing her to moan out loud, or to fuck her with his soft tongue, making shivers of pleasure run up her spine like little electric shocks.

He soon found her sweet spot, as she rubbed her shaved pussy over his mouth. She let her skirt fall and grabbed his head with both hands, pulling him into her. He complied, insisting with his tongue until her breath began to struggle and her moans became louder, longer, mutating from time to time, into long whimpers of excitement. He let her grind over him, never relenting nor slowing down, allowing her to touch herself, or to press down against his chin as he sucked at her sweetness with greedy enthusiasm.

He felt her body warm and moisten with güngören escort bayan sweat, her thoughts escaping her one by one, until she became so aroused that her actions seemed to be dictated by instinct alone, responsive to his every lick, or touch or prod of the tongue, then, he sank his face deep into her and lapped at her like a thirsty beast, listening to her moans intensify, her voice growing higher in pitch. She shivered, then quaked, then trembled on him.

“No!” She cried at the very last second suddenly pulling herself up and away from him “Nonononono! Too soon… too soon… too soon!!!”

Panting, she descended his body until her now dripping thighs were back against his crotch and kissed him, licking him clean of her own juices amid pants of almost climactic excitement.

“You can’t make me cum that quick…” She giggled, catching her breath “I want us to earn it.”

After kissing him one more time she descended further down the bed, coming to rest on her knees in between his legs. She struggled with his button flies, then tugged at his jeans, inviting him to lift his legs and help her remove them. He complied and let her pull them off, along with his boxer shorts, in one go, revealing the full extent of his hardness to her. She ran her hands up his legs, from the tip of his naked feet to the inside of his thighs, then caressed his erect penis, rubbed her palms against his testicles, held him in her warm fingers as she lowered her face towards him.

She too remembered the conversations they’d had, the confessions they had made, the long nights of secretive, online passion they had shared. His skin felt new to her, his neutral, watery smell, his movements and breath were all novelties but his desires, his fantasies and lustful wishes were not. She knew where to touch and how, what to say and when, what to show and what to conceal, she knew him, deep down, and she wanted him to enjoy her as much as she enjoyed him.

The moment her tongue touched his perineum he shivered and gave out a gasp. As she moved it up and down, tasting up to his testicles and then descending teasingly almost to the rim of his anus, he writhed and wriggled with little control of his body, moaning and panting as she grabbed his rod in her hand and began tugging as she licked. It was different, she thought, from other men she’d had. Few had let her control them so easily and those who had often expected her to lead from start to finish. He, instead, could be dominant, she knew, when she needed him to be, but was also willing to show his vulnerability if it would make their time together more pleasurable. Perhaps, she thought, what she found so attractive about him was not his good looks or his charming personality but, most of all, it was the fact that he didn’t feel the need to either prove his manhood nor make her sole one responsible for the evening’s entertainment.

She felt him shiver again and reach down, groping for her head. She knew he wanted to grab her now, to push her hard against his perineum, to force his balls inside her mouth, she would have liked to let him but thought better of it. He would have his release soon enough, now though he was hers and she intended to have him melting in her hands before she let him go. She pondered, for a moment, whether she should risk another millimeter and glide her tongue over his anus but for all the chances it might craze him with ecstasy there was the possibility he might not enjoy it as much as he liked her rubbing the spot separating it from his testicles. She gave another, stronger lick and felt his whole body convulse and his cock throb in her hand. It was time to give him a little bit of respite before she exceeded his limits.

Sliding swiftly up his perineum, Ash let her tongue run up his balls, to the base of his shaft, then released him from her hands and raised her body and head to accompany her tongue as it moistened all the way up his shaft. She stopped at the tip, her lips kissing his glans and waited for him to take another breath. She then placed a thumb against his moist perineum and pressed, right as she plunged his cock into her mouth. His reaction surprised her in the best way possible. She had expected him to moan and pant and tremble as she had done when he’d sunken his tongue into her, instead, he let out a long, throaty whine of appreciation as his legs bent and tensed, then reached for her again and, this time, managed to grasp her head by her short hair. She came back up his shaft, then sank, then came back up rapidly, moaning softly to let him know she consented to what he was about to do, then let him take control and push her down hard, all the way to the base of his cock.

She let him force her, rolling her eyes as she felt him move his pelvis frantically, pushing and retracting himself from her mouth fast and hard, allowing him to penetrate the depths of her mouth and throat, relinquishing control of his body, along with the amount of air merter escort bayan he would allow her to breathe. She felt her head go hazy and her body grow hot, her thighs moisten anew with the excitement of it all as his pounding of her mouth became more sinuous, more regular and he fucked her face with desire and a hunger she had rarely seen. She pressed her thumb had against him and felt him shudder and shake, before pulling out of her mouth with a shiver, panting beneath her with a pleasured grin on his face.

She smiled back at him, wordless, then kissed his glans and playfully flicked his erect penis, giggling as she turned away from it to stand, at the bottom of the bed. She spun to face the wall, then bent towards it with a sensual, wave-like movement. Looking back at him she slid a hand down her body and tugged at the thin strip of lace covering her pussy. She moved it aside, her full, excited labia and her anus pointing at him invitingly, calling at him with a hypnotic motion as she swayed her round butt slowly from side to side.

He was standing behind her before he’d even registered her invitation. His erect member pointed at her, touching the skin of her inner thigh or the silk of her stockings from time to time, as she kept swaying in blatant invitation. He took a second to enjoy the view, the fullness of her thighs, the roundness of her ass, the warm, wet, inviting prospect of her cunt. A beautiful woman, her body bent over in invitation, her legs widened, her butt raised in a high-healed pose of pure provocation, her insanely small waist swooping into her wide, natural hips. He heard her breathing, panting with anticipation. He knew now more than ever what she desired. He stepped forwards and plunged into her, pushing her slow and hard, up against the wall.

She gasped as he entered her, then shivered with pleasure as he slid all of himself inside and pushed her forward. She remembered the time when she had confessed, her legs open to the camera so that he could watch her pleasure herself and, in turn, give the same pleasure to his own body, that she longed for the sensation of a powerful man, squeezing her small, shapely body against the cold wall or the floor. Now there he was, suddenly grabbing her breasts and lifting her as he fucked her, the more to push her forwards against the room’s boundaries and towards the edge of her own sanity. She let him grab her, touch her, fondle her breasts with animalistic greed, then descend along her body to wrap his hands around her waist and slam hard into her.

Ash moaned aloud then for the first time that night, for the first time in so long she could not even remember. It was not something she did, not something she allowed herself to do, normally, but there, compressed between his strong, hot body and the hard, cold wall, his cock mercilessly pounding her from behind, she abandoned all of her usual quietness and restraint and howled, her voice trembling with his every plunge, until she had no more breath to spare. She heard herself mumbling nonsensically as he took her, confused and delighted by the sexual release that had finally come to pass between them after so many years of teasing and toying with each-other, of wanting one another, of long nights spent in front of a screen imagining, lusting, dreaming.

She felt her legs lighten and realized he was lifting her, moving her from the wall back towards the bed. She resisted, only slightly, pulling him down and reaching for the floor. There she lay with her cheek to the ground and her legs wide as he leant over her, gently at first, then hard as he entered her again. Almost as if she were a mere spectator to the scene she heard herself beg to be fucked harder, then she felt him push down on her, pressing down on her butt, pinning her to the floor with his hands and his body and his cock. Excited further by the pressure, by the restricted airflow to her lungs and by his pounding, now deeper, stronger and with all of his weight behind it, her body finally let go of its last thread of control. She felt the pleasure rise from her thighs to her stomach, to her breasts and finally to her head and she let out a whimpering cry of pure enjoyment as she climaxed beneath him, letting him control her as she did so that he could torture her, play with her, extend that moment of sweet, pleasing insanity until she could no longer abide to the shivers and the twinges of her thighs and her abdomen, then she threw him off, suddenly in control again, and sought to return the pleasure to him tenfold.

He had barely rested his back on the floor when he felt her grab his manhood again. Her grip on it was hard, possessive and her movement as she began to jerk him was rough and unforgiving. He knew then that she wanted to control him the way he had just controlled her and, though he relished the idea of her doing so, he knew equally that he would need to resist her, at least a little bit, if he wanted her to give it her all. His thoughts though, his knowledge of her intentions and his confidence were blown away in an instant when he felt her thumb up against him, just below his balls again, suddenly rubbing hard at his most sensitive area. He had expected her to fain roughness to then slip, in response to his resistance, into a graceful, feminine stroke but she had gone straight to his jugular, so to speak, and hit him where he was most defenseless.

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Max drove along the highway, wind whipping through her open windows, as she belted out the words to the song on the radio. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this carefree.

She turned down the music as she pulled into the parking lot and practically skipped to the entrance of “Euphoria”.

She opened the door and smiled warmly at the receptionist seated behind the large live edge wood desk.

“Good morning, Alice! How are you this morning?” Max chirped happily.

Alice’s lips curled up in a mischievous grin and her eyes twinkled. “Not as good as you it seems, love.. And it looks like your day is going to get even better. Your first client is in the relaxation room whenever you’re ready.”

Her British accent gave her words an air of sophistication, but Max knew the look on her face meant she found the client to be a looker. Truth be told Alice rarely encountered a man she didn’t find attractive, and the same could be said in return. She was a beautiful woman in her early 50s with a personality to match.

Max screwed up her face in a faux scold for being inappropriate, but giggled as Alice handed over a tablet.

While is wasn’t uncommon for Euphoria to have male clients, the girls all knew Max was terrible with attractive men, blushing like a schoolgirl and avoiding eye contact. It was even worse when she had to touch them and make gentle conversation.

The name leapt off the screen at her as she walked down the hall. JACK CARMICHAEL. She couldn’t be positive but she was pretty sure that this was her gym partner. She suddenly realized how strange it was that she had never gotten his last name.

He did, however, know where she worked, having seen her in uniform a few times a week.

Max rushed into the backroom, neatly storing all of her gear on her shelf. She then pulled up the clients information.

JACK CARMICHAEL

60 Min aromatherapy massage

Room 1 req

She felt her pulse quicken, unsure of how to feel about this. She seldom treated people she knew and when she had they were usually women. Jack was a very attractive man and Max was nervous about it being awkward. Despite years of working out together, they had never intentionally touched each other and now she would have her hands on nearly every inch of his naked flesh for an entire hour.

Max was startled out of her thoughts when she noticed Katrina looking at her with mockery in her eyes.

“How hot is he?” she guessed.

Max’s cheeks flushed crimson.

“Oh gawd! Kat what am I gonna do?! I’m not equipped for this. Can we swap?”

Katrina laughed. “Even if I wanted to we can’t. See, it says he requested you.”

Max hadn’t noticed that when checking the appointment. She hid her face in her hands and wailed dramatically while laughing.

Katrina shook her head putting on her best Max voice, she said, “Oh no, my husband is wearing me out in bed and gorgeous men are falling from the sky for me to touch all day long. Why is my life such a hardship?”

Max laughed and decided to suck it up. It would only be awkward if she allowed it to be. She knew Jack and had never uncomfortable around him before, so why should she be now.

As she walked into the relaxation room she had to stifle a giggle. She couldn’t help but get the impression of Gulliver in Lilliput. His enormous frame surrounded by small scale furniture, he was seated on a small loveseat which he made look more like an armchair, watching the fish in the aquarium move and dance on the wall across from him.

Max smiled and said professionally. “Welcome to euphoria, Mr. Carmichael. I’m going to be performing your treatment this morning. Please follow me.”

Jack grinned playfully and followed along.

Coming to a soft candle lit room, Max turned once more to her client.

“There is a hook on the door for your clothes. Remove everything then crawl into bed on your stomach with your face in the cradle. Do you have any questions?”

Jack stood casually near the foot of the treatment bed. He looked Max in the eyes and smiled before shaking his head.

“No, ma’am.”

With that she left him to get ready.

***

When Max returned to the room, Jack was face down on the table. She grabbed a bottle of eucalyptus and clove oil and applied a few drops to her hands. Dispersing the invigorating aroma through the room.

She hesitated for a moment, her hands hovering over his spine. She could feel his heat rising to greet her palms. She tingled in anticipation and as he exhaled she pressed her hands firmly onto his back, creating a stretch along his spine. She pulled firmly again, this time down the stretch across his legs.

Draping the sheet to expose one well-defined leg, she drizzled her essential oil infused massage oil into her hands and slide up his calf and hamstring, going all the way to the cleft of his glutes before pulling her hands back all the way down in a long fluid effleurage. Sliding in time with the music, etiler escort bayan her body moving into a lunge to apply more pressure. She kneaded up along the back of his thighs, criss crossing her hands over to his inner thighs, feeling the warmth between his legs.

Max’s breath hitched as she realized, to her dismay, she was becoming aroused. As her hands travelled higher to massage his glutes, his breathing deepened. Max worked deftly on his legs, sliding to the rhythm of his breath. She moved up to his back, uncovering him to the waist and tucking the sheet under his hips.

She stared entranced at the masterpiece before her. He looked like a statue, chiseled in marble and placed on her table. Applying an ample amount of warm oil she slid her hands up and down either side of his spine. He let out a small appreciative groan as she kneaded his shoulders. She almost moaned in response. She had to remind herself that his enjoyment of this massage had nothing to do with her. It was just her touch he was responding to.

After working diligently and fluidly for a while she re-covered him and had him roll onto his back. Max noticed a slight hesitation in Jack as he rolled over but didn’t pay it any mind until,as she had her back to him and was trailing her elbow up his inner thigh, he cleared his throat.

“Sorry, Max, this has never happened before. I’m not trying to be insulting. You can stop if you’re uncomfortable.”

Confused Max turned to look at him and noticed what he was apologizing for. The sheet stood straight up over his pelvis, twitching slightly. Max was grateful for the dimness of the room as her face was lit on fire.

“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s a completely natural physiological response to massage. It happens all the time,” She lied, unable to take her eyes off his bulge.

It was huge. The biggest she’d ever seen.

She could feel a familiar tingle between her legs and realized she had stopped massaging. Moving to his other leg she started her movements at the ankle slowly moving up his leg, both hands pressing firmly on the inner and outer thigh, then kneading along the quadricep.

“I’m not surprised people would respond this way to your touch, I’ve never felt anything quite like it.”

His breathing deepened as he relaxed under her hands. Moving to his arms she matched her breath to his, moving with its rhythm. As she held onto his arm he reached his hand for her other hand and held it, gently but firmly. While it caught her off guard it didn’t feel unnatural . so she left her hand in his she slid her other hand up under his shoulder blades and back down to his wrist, then back up up again, finishing his arm massage.

She sat at the head of the bed, in clear eye line of the rise and fall off his incredible chest and his impossibly large erection. She applied oil to his chest and scooped her hands up his neck and through his hair, gently raking the dark strands back. His nipples hardened instantly as his skin broke into goosebumps. She breathed deeply with him as she slid her hands to his chest and firmly pressed into his pecs, alternating in deep muscle manipulations and light effleurage movements. Her breathe in unison with his, and her hands moving to the music, she became lost. The feeling of his body under her hands was pure magic.

Max became so engrossed in her massaging she forgot she was even at work. Slowly, she pulled her fingers back through his hair and cupped his ears, massaging the lobes.

Without thinking, she bent her neck and gently pressed her lips to his forehead, lingering warmly for one final second. Jack’s hands came up and he placed his over hers, stroking them with his thumbs, both of them wanting to stay in the unexpected intimacy of the moment.

Max stood up and rang the chimes.

Her voice huskier than it had been one hour ago, she said, “That’s all the time we have for today, Mr. Carmichael. I hope that you’ve enjoyed your service.”

With that she turned and left the room, leaving Jack to find his wits and get himself together.

***

Jack lay on the bed trying to piece together what he had just experienced. His hand travelled instinctively to his throbbing cock, and grasping it in his oiled hands, he began stroking it mindlessly while he thought.

He had booked this massage because he had needed to know. He needed to see if there was a reciprocal attraction between them. Jack had been a respectful fan of hers since the day he first saw her, and since then she had made some pretty incredible physical changes that only increased his attraction.

He could feel his balls starting to tighten as he increased his speed and grip. His mind shot to a few moments ago when he was lying still on the table, barely breathing. Feeling Max’s hands hesitate over him had felt like an eternity, his entire body tense with anticipation. When she had finally made contact, laying soft warm hands on him, it beyoglu escort bayan had felt as though she was wearing electric gloves. thousands of tiny currents pulsing through him in an instant. He knew at that moment he was a goner. Even if he used every ounce of willpower he had, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from pursuing her.

Jack jumped from the bed his hand stroking purposefully up and down the notable length of his member and with a few easy strides he made it to the sink in time to unleash his load down the drain. He stifled a groan as he squeezed out his last drops.

As he washed his hands he thought about how he had resisted her because she was a married woman, but after meeting Geoff and seeing them together it was clear to him that Geoff was up to something. Jack was a gentleman, but only to a point. He didn’t like Geoff, his cocky smile didn’t fool him at all.

Once dressed, he opened the door and found Max standing there holding a glass of cucumber water. He took it gratefully, his mouth going dry as he looked at her. Her dark hair was tied up in a casual chigigon bun, her black uniform hugged her curves and her cheeks were flushed. He realized she was avoiding his eyes.

“Thank you. That was the best massage I’ve ever had. I think I’m going to book again for next week,” he said, grinning broadly and her eyes finally shot up to meet his.

What was that look? Nervous? Scared? Excited? Jack reached out his hand and cupped the side of her face, lightly caressing her cheek. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch without even realizing it.

“See you tonight? Back and biceps?” he inquired jovially as though the entire nature of their relationship hadn’t just been flipped on its axis.

He took away his hand and walked away feeling confident.

***

Max spent the rest of the day in a haze, moving through her clients without her usual focus. Her mind kept straying back to Jack. His body, and how he felt under her hands. She felt terrible. She was a married woman. She knew little crushes were normal, and she hadn’t actually done anything wrong, but what she felt today with Jack had felt strangely more intimate than sex. She had never looked at Jack that way before, and now she was certain they could never go back to innocent friendship.

When she wrapped up her last client and closed her rooms she was still unsure about whether to go to the gym. She had been going with Jack for years and this was the first time she ever considered cancelling.

She convinced herself that she was reading too much into it and that he couldn’t possibly still be thinking about her. She’d seen the way girls at the gym flirted with him every day and knew he’d dated a few of them, although he’d kept the details to himself. Surely she was misunderstanding his response to her. He probably hadn’t felt the same connection she had and it was possible it had all been in her head.

By the time she drove to the gym she had herself convinced that any intimacy she had felt had likely just been her imagination and that it would be weird if she didn’t show up.

Walking into the lobby she saw Jack’s shoulder length dark hair tied in a messy bun, exposing his perfectly faded undercut and thick neck. Her stomach immediately filled with butterflies as he turned to her, looking genuinely relieved to see her. He strolled over and greeted her with a tender kiss on the cheek and an enormous hand lightly placed on her waist. A familiar heat rose both up to her cheeks and down between her legs.

“Ready?” he said and lead her into the gym.

***

As she did her bent rows, she couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. Everything about him was incredible to look at, not one detail out of place. She was momentarily transfixed watching the way his forearms rippled as he did his hammer curls. He caught her looking for the umpteenth time and finally re-racked his weights and sat before her on a bench making direct eye contact.

“Should we talk about this morning?” he said.

Her heart leapt into her throat. She was such an idiot, he probably thought she was so pathetic, practically panting over him and what the fuck did she kiss his forehead for!? And why couldn’t she stop staring at him?

“I’m so sorry I kissed your forehead!” she blurted out.

His face lit up in a brilliant smile as she hastily added, “I have never done that before. It was so unprofessional. I have no idea why I did it, I don’t want you to think I feel that way about you. I just got caught up in that moment. My senses kinda left my body and I was just acting on pure impulse instead of thinking first. I just felt-I-I don’t know how I felt. It was wrong and I’m sorry. I’m married. I don’t know why I did that. I promise I’m not going to make that a habit. I just want things to go back to normal with us. Can we do that?”

Her face reddened as she rambled on and she couldn’t quite make eye contact. sarıyer escort bayan His smile broadened as he watched her fumble her way through.

“I’m sorry you feel that way,” he said, his smile softening, “but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that kiss all day. In fact, it was the highlight of my treatment.”

His eyes bored into hers, and dropping his already low voice another octave he continued, “Judging by the way you keep looking at me tonight, I know you know that in that room our friendly camaraderie became something more. There is no going back. Frankly I don’t want to. That doesn’t mean we need to go forward either. We can stay here, marinating ourselves in whatever this is, without anything more. You’re a married woman and I respect and appreciate your circumstance and your values. I’ll let you lead me, but I need to be clear that when you start to lead me deeper into this relationship, that’s it. We can never return to the previous step, backwards is not a direction I’m capable of. In fact, staying still will be new to me as well but I’m willing to do it for you. So if you aren’t comfortable here, we go to zero. If you aren’t sure about moving further, we can stay here forever. I’m not in any rush.”

Max let out air she wasn’t even aware she had been holding. All of her embarrassment evaporated with his words. She hadn’t Imagined anything. He was right here with her in this awkward intimacy and it seemed he was happy to live with it if she was.

As she inhaled she squared her shoulders and quipped,

“That rest was way longer than 60 seconds We’re going to need to add extra reps to make up for it.”

He laughed as they both grabbed their barbells and continued with their work out.

Aside from a few more appreciative glances in each others direction, it felt mostly the same. Only not at all the same, because her veins were singing with excitement and her stomach was so full of butterflies she feared she might choke.

***

The rest of his workout with Max went as smoothly as he could have hoped. He was having a hard time focusing though as he couldn’t stop looking at her, reliving the feel of her hands on his skin. Just the thought made his cock twitch. He was going to need to call Andrea to help him relieve some of this pent up tension. He reached for his phone and pushed her name to call. She picked up on the first ring.

“Hey stranger. I was wondering if I’d ever hear from you again. You want to hang out?” she said in a casual tone.

“I’d love nothing more. I can be there in 15 minutes?” he questioned.

“Sounds great! Just walk in when you get here.”

Andrea was a girl from the gym. Jack wasn’t a player by any stretch of the term but women seemed to throw themselves at him regularly. It was yet another reason working out with Max was so amazing. She kept the predatory females at bay.

Jack preferred to be the hunter, but Andrea had proven herself to be a pretty cool girl that shared similar tastes and was fun to hang out with. Neither of them had any expectations and she was a perfect FWB for him.

When he arrived, he pressed the door open and walked right in. She came out of the bedroom completely naked, her multi coloured hair hanging wet down her back, her tattooed and pierced skin still dewy. Andrea’s body was no joke. Her passion was adventure racing and she trained hard for it.

“Mind if I hop in shower. I just finished my work out?” Jack said.

Andrea took a few steps forward closing the gap.

“I kind of like you all sweaty actually,” she purred salaciously as she trickled her finger down his sternum, over his abdomen and into the the elastic of his shorts, pulling him towards her room.

Having spent the day on the edge of one of the most intense physical encounters of his life he wasn’t going to protest. The sooner he got his cock into her the better. He followed her without protest.

As they crossed the threshold to the room the switch happened. Andrea, a strong confident woman in every other part of her life, dropped her hands and her eyes simultaneously. She stood demurely waiting for instructions.

Jack breathed in the smell of the room. Leather and cleaner mingled with the smell of soap still evaporating from her skin. He looked up, taking in the surrounding room. Dark mahogany walls, softly lit with wall sconces that gave the room a warm feel. A leather swing hung in the middle of the space, flanked by a large ceiling hook and an overstuffed leather couch. There were some scattered shelves and a small dresser. The blood rushed to Jack’s dick as his senses ignited.

Jack couldn’t wait. He had waited all day. He decided to skip right to the point. Removing his clothes quickly without any fanfare he addressed her.

“Get on your knees,” he demanded.

Jack the gentleman was gone.

She obliged immediately and waited.

He grabbed his enormous hard on in his hand. “Open your mouth.”

Again she obliged, her eyes still downcast and he slid the head of his dick past her lips, grazing her lip and tongue rings. She wasn’t Max, but she was familiar, and she had proven time and time again to be an excellent sub for him.

“Close your lips,” he directed.

Her lips sealed, slightly stretching around his girth.

“Nice and slow. I want you to suck my cock.”

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My cell phone rang as I was walking into the store, so I fumbled around through my purse to find it.

“Kandice, where are you at?” Jack said, in a low breathy voice.

“I’m in the sex shop, getting the toys you asked me to get, why?”

“I’m on my way now. I should be at your house at about 8pm.”

“Ok Hun, I’ll see you then,” I said as I hung up the phone and looked around for the large dildos.

Jack was this guy that I met on a website, Literotica.com. He was hot as hell, and had a large cock that I couldn’t wait to play with. Tonight I was meeting him for the first time, face to face.

He was driving all the way to my house from Nebraska, which is about a 6 hour drive. I already had my list ready of the things he wanted me to get.

10 inch vibrating dildo, some porno’s to watch and mimic, and something sexy to wear for him. Looking around at all the toys and sex tapes and leather outfits I was getting so hot that I couldn’t handle it halkalı escort bayan anymore. Looking around for a bathroom, I snuck inside so I could please myself. Locking the door behind me, I took off my jacket and laid it in the floor before laying down on it. I pushed my skirt up to my waist and stuck a few fingers inside my panties and started teasing my clit. I could feel my tight cunt getting wetter and stickier as I rubbed my hard as hard as I could in circular motions. A few minutes passed by and I was getting closer and closer to orgasm as I heard a key moving around inside the door knob. The door opened up and a man in his early twenties walked in and shut the door behind him. Rushing around to pull my skirt down and explain to him how sorry I was, he didn’t say anything, but instead sat in the floor in front of me and started undoing his pants to let his cock out.

He wasn’t a bad looking man at all, so I really didn’t mind, and instead I just went back to what I was doing. I could see him staring at my clit bahçeşehir escort bayan while my fingers mingled with it, and I don’t think he minded that my eyes were watching closely to his hand jerking his cock.

“What’s your name?” he said to me.

“Uh, Kandice. What’s yours?”

“Rob.”

I was moving my hips up and down trying to get into the right position to get the most pleasure out of this, when he sat up on his knees and started crawling over to me. His hands were so damp on my thighs as i felt him tugging on my panties trying to pull them down. Placing my hands on the tiles, I lifted my ass up and let him pull them all the way off. He spread my legs a little wider and rubbed his thumb up and down my pussy slit before laying on top of me and sliding his cock slowly, all the way inside me. His cock had to of been 7 1/2-8 inches long, and god it felt like heaven as he began fucking me.

“How did you know what I was doing in here?” I said to him in between breathes.

“See that light fixture başakşehir escort bayan up there, we have a camera in it. We watch all the people come in here and masturbate.”

So I’m not the first one, i guess?”

“No, and you wont be the last. But you’re the sexiest one I have seen in a while.”

His hands were gripping my shoulders to gain more strength to fuck me, and I had already began moaning from the pleasure. His right hand then covered my mouth to contain the noise that was coming from it. Looking down my body, I watched as his cock rammed in and out of me, faster and faster and faster. My little cunt was being abused by his fat cock, and I was loving it. I loved it when he would pound his cock into me as fast and hard as he could, and then squeeze my shoulders to get a better grip.

A knock at the door interrupted us.

“Rob we need you out front.” called from the outside the door.

He pulled his cock out of me, and started buttoning his pants and fixing his shirt.

“It was fun. You should come in here again and we can finish what we started.”

“I’ll try.” I said while fixing my hair and opening the door, to walk out and pay for my stuff.

I quickly looked through the store to find what I came for, paid for it and left trying not to look at Rob as I slipped out the door.

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It was 2:00 AM and I was driving home. I’ve been out on the road better than two weeks. I’m a salesman and my week wasn’t very good. I had many rejections and my sales were down. Just wanted to get home and take a bottle of bourbon to bed and try to forget. The road didn’t make it easier. Pot holes and ruts made the car hard to handle and frayed my nerves even more.

Then I saw someone up ahead walking along the shoulder of the road. Strange I thought, as I got closer I slowed down wondering if this person needed my help. Pulling up beside him, I stopped and rolled down my window. “Are you ok?” I asked. The man was wearing a trench coat with felt brim hat and scarf wrapped around his neck. In a low voice “Can I have a lift, my car broke down back some ways?” I said “Sure”.

The stranger hopped into my car and we proceeded down the road. He said in a whisper “Radio”. I said,” Go ahead”. He proceeded to turn it on and began to search the stations. Interesting I thought I could smell perfume. Why would this man smell of perfume? I thought.

The sound of Buddy Guy came on and obviously the two of us like the same music. He settled gaziosmanpaşa escort bayan in and took his scarf off. I was not paying too much attention because of the road being difficult. I had my eyes on the road and off came the hat and the coat too.

“Are you too warm?” I said

His voice responded in a low whisper. “Would you like to fuck me?”

I thought what the hell is going on here. I made a huge mistake picking this guy up.

I was about to hit the brakes and kick his ass out. When out of the corner of my eye I see in the dark the form of a women and she was completely naked.

“Would you like to fuck me? I’ll let you choke me if you like that kind of thing. I need you to be rough with me, I deserve it. Can you be rough?”

“Are you crazy?” Why would I want to hurt you?

“I have to be punished for what I’ve done. I’m a bad person, I’ve wrecked a lot of people’s lives. I need this… Can you be rough and fuck me?”

“Listen, whoever you are, I don’t mess with people who are nuts and sick in the head. Get out of the car and find esenler escort bayan someone else. You’re not going to find money if that’s what you’re doing. I’m broke and just want to get back home. “I said.

“What’s your name? My name is Thea. What’s yours?’ she said reaching with her hand to my shivering leg.

“Richard Nixon is my name. Now get out of the car” I said.

“Or you’ll hurt me and I told you that’s what I want from you. I think your angry with how your life is going and need to take your failures out on someone. Why not me? I promise I will keep our little secret. Nobody will ever know about what happened in this car tonight.” She said seductively.

I pulled the car over to side of the road and turned on the dome light. There she was a beautiful blonde with tits that hung on her chest like Michelangelo sculpted them. Perfect in every way she was.

I wanted her. I needed her. The perfume was making me dizzy and I absolutely was not thinking straight but all I could do was feel my lust for pleasure calling me.

“Get in the back!”

“I bayrampaşa escort bayan don’t think your man enough to do this Richard Nixon. I think you’re a sad little failure who can’t get it up, Richard!

“You bitch; I’m going to give you what you want!

I got out of the driver’s side door and went to her door, opened it and grabbed her scarf wrapping it around her neck. I pulled her into the back seat and tightened the scarf tighter.

“You can do better than this.” she gasped mocking me

I tied the end of the scarf to the door handle while pinning her down with my body weight. I unzipped my pants freeing my hard cock. It definitely wanted to punish this bitch. I was only giving her what she wanted.

“Hurt me, you bastard. Fuck me hard with that son of a bitchin big cock of yours. Make me cry and beg for forgiveness for all the pain I’ve cause. “

I thrusted my throbbing cock into her tight pussy and let all of my anger flow into her. She was gasping for air. So I slowed my pace and I could hear her moaning. She liked it. I could tell that she was reaching climax and I was too. We both came together. We laid together with me on top of her. Spent I managed to untie her and we held each other in silence.

I felt a sense of cleansing and release as I helped Thea back to the front seat. I helped her put her coat back on. She cuddled up close to me and put her head on my shoulder. I tenderly kissed her on those pouty lips.

“We should be back to hotel in less than an hour. Darling.”

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I had been a fireman for many years in a county outside a large metropolitan area in the eastern US. I had been on many calls and seen many things. Early in 1990, I was on duty and we were dispatched for a structure fire in our first due area. The radio said there was heavy smoke showing as we marked responding and they added additional companies to assist.

Usually, I drove the fire truck, but tonight I was assigned to ride officer. As we turned the corner, I could see smoke billowing from the house at the end of the street, 1410 Berkshire Lane. My firefighter and I pulled a line and headed for the front door when a hysterical woman stopped me screaming that her baby was still inside. I asked her where she was and she said, “Second floor, front bedroom!” We went to the front door and donned our breathing apparatus, I told the other guy to check the other bedroom and I would go to the front bedroom. We made it up the steps and could see fire in the bathroom.

My partner hit the fire which allowed me to get to the bedroom. On the floor, I found a limp body and began dragging it to the front door. I got it outside and in the floodlights saw that it was a 15 year old girl in her nightgown. She wasn’t breathing, so I stopped and gave her mouth to mouth resuscitation. Soon she coughed and I knew she was breathing on her own and carried her to the ambulance where they started working on her. I went back to my partner and helped him put out the fire with the help of the other companies. I never thought anything about it.

A week later, this woman showed up at the station when I was on duty and had a young girl with her. “You don’t remember us, do you?” she asked.

“No ma’am, I’m sorry,” I replied.

“I’m Mrs. Bradley and this is my daughter Nicole.” I thought a moment, still didn’t ring any bells.

Then Nicole spoke up, “You saved my life last week when there was a fire at our house,” she smiled.

“1410 Berkshire,” her mom said.

“Oh yes, I remember, glad to see you’re doing well Nicole. How do you feel?” I asked.

“Fine, thanks to you,” she shyly said. Her mom told me that Nicole had insisted on seeing me and thanking me in person for my help. We sat there and talked about a half an hour and then we got a call and had to leave, “See you again soon Mr. Parks,” Nicole said as I climbed in the fire truck. I didn’t see her for quite some time, but I did get letters and pictures from her at least once a year. Her pictures were so good, she was growing up and becoming quite a little hottie!

It had been 3 years since the fire on Berkshire and Nicole had kept in touch with her letters and pictures and an occasional phone call. In that 3 years, my marriage had failed and I was alone again. I concentrated on my job and dated a little, but couldn’t quite get into romance again.

I went to work one morning and the captain getting off told me that a sweet looking blonde girl had been in the day before wanting to know when I worked again. He said he hoped I didn’t mind, but he had given her my home address and phone number. “She was a knockout Jeff,” he told me.

It was April 20th, my next 4 days off and I was in the afternoon, drinking some iced tea when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to this gorgeous blonde standing there. I remembered from her pictures that it was Nicole, but she hadn’t sent me a recent picture. Her pictures had not done her justice!

“Come in Nicole,” I stammered, feeling like a fool. She came in and we went into the living room and sat down. There was small talk about how we’d each been and she told me she was leaving for college this fall.

“I never forgot you Jeff, or what you did,” she said.

“It was nothing Nicole,” I replied.

“But, if it weren’t for you Jeff, I wouldn’t be sitting here today.”

“Seeing you here is plenty of thanks,” I replied.

“You’re too modest Jeff,” she told me. She went on to tell me that she had been accepted at a good college and had received an academic scholarship.

“That’s great Nicole, no one deserves it more than you,” I told her.

“Jeff,” she said, “I only have a few months left before I leave and I wanted to show you my appreciation for what you did and I have a gift for you,” she smiled. I hadn’t seen her carrying anything in, so I just sat back and told her that it wasn’t necessary.

“Oh, but it is Jeff, it is to me. Tell me that you will accept my gift Jeff, please.”

I thought about it for awhile and finally said “Sure.”

“Jeff, my gift to you is my virginity.”

You could have knocked me over with a feather! “Nicole, you can’t be serious?” I said.

“Please don’t disappoint me Jeff, I’ve thought for the last 3 years what it was I could give you that was special and personal. Several guys have tried to get it, but I saved it for you!” My heart was pounding, this little blonde kayaşehir escort bayan had to be the most gorgeous creature I had seen in a long time. “If you turn me down Jeff, it will devastate me,” and she began to cry. I came over and sat next to her and hugged her and told her that everything was ok, I would be honored. “I’ve never had sex Jeff, so be gentle and I want you to teach me how to make love.”

Was I dreaming???? “When did you want to do this,” I nervously asked her.

“Tonight, of course,” was her answer, “I asked and you are on your days off.” I sat there staring at her, not believing what my ears had heard. “This is my gift to you Jeff, my thank you for saving my life.”

I needed a drink! I had a drink and she asked me to fix her one too and I did. We sat there and she started telling me about her experiences. “I have sucked cock, Jeff and, guys have played with my titties, but no one got near what I had saved for you.”

Soon, the alcohol started having its effect and I was more relaxed and I could tell she was too. “Do I look nice Jeff?” she asked. “I bought this dress just for you.”

“You look great baby,” I replied and she stood up and modeled for me. She had shoulder length blonde hair which shone in the light, and was wearing a red satiny dress,” Firemen love red, I’m told,” she said as I stared.

“Yes, we do Nicole.”

My eyes went back to her body, she had very nice tits, about 34b, I’d guess and a flat tummy and beautiful legs- just perfect! We finished our drinks and she said, “Can we go to your bedroom Jeff?” We started up the stairs and she walked ahead of me. I watched her tender ass sway in front of me and as she got ahead of me, I caught a glimpse of red satin panties as she climbed the stairs. I was so nervous when we reached my bedroom and she let me walk past her and closed and locked the door.

I sat on the bed and she came over and sat on my lap, wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine. I was apprehensive at first, but she worked her tongue into my mouth and soon our tongues were dueling and I felt my cock start to harden. She took an arm from around my neck and dropped it to my crotch and began rubbing my hard on through my jeans. A moan escaped from her lips as she stroked my cock.

“You are so big Jeff, I hope I can take it all,” she whispered. Then she got up and asked me to stand. She unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, then my t shirt. Her hands worked at my belt and jeans and soon they were crumples at my feet. She lifted my legs one at a time and took my jeans off, then she pulled my boxers down and did the same thing. She dropped to her knees and my rock hard cock was staring her in the face. She grasped the base with her hand and guided it towards her mouth, her lips opened and her tongue came out to greet it.

My cock and her tongue disappeared into her mouth at the same time and she began to suck my ever so softly and pump my cock with her hand in unison with her sucking. She started slowly at first and then eased more and more into her warm mouth, soon I could feel the back of her mouth as she pumped my cock in and out over those sweet lips. She looked up at me with her blues wide and I could feel my sperm making it’s trip. Soon, I spasmed as my hot jism flooded her beautiful mouth and spilled out onto her chin. She sucked me dry and then pushed the remaining cum on her chin into her mouth, “You taste great Jeff,” she smiled.

Then, she told me it was her turn and turned around and pulled her long blonde hair up and asked me to unzip her. I got up and complied and her red satiny dress fell in a heap on the floor. She kicked it over to the side and turned back around. Now, she stood before me in her red satin panties and matching bra. “Finish me, ” she said and I unclasped her bra and slid it off, putting it with her dress. She took my hands and put them on her pert tits and I massaged them and squeezed her nipples ever so lightly.

She cooed as I rubbed her tits and her head went back and that beautiful blonde hair fell off her shoulders. I bent forward and took one of the inviting nipples in my mouth, relishing it’s perfect size and shape. She continued to moan as I went from one to the other and then she pushed my hands down to those satin panties. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pushed them over her hips, they fell to the floor and she stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

She lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide to let me fully appreciate my gift. I dropped to my knees and eased my head up to her warm snatch. I inhaled a whiff of her sweet musk and it intoxicated me, then I blew ever so lightly on her golden pubic hairs and she moaned again. With my hands, I pushed up her hood and gazed at her swollen clit and began rubbing it with merkezefendi escort bayan my finger and she gasped and juices began to flow from her tight hole. I extended my tongue and let them run over it and then ventured into this prize, this gift of a lifetime. I suckled her vulva and her vagina and slid my tongue over her clit. “No one has ever done this to me Jeff, you’re the first,” she gasped as her orgasm built. Soon, her hands grabbed my head and pushed my tongue in further and she screamed and filled my mouth with her juices.

After her orgasm, she lay motionless on the bed and I got up and lay next to her. “God, that felt so good,” she said. She saw my face and told me she wanted to taste herself and began licking my chin and kissing me. My cock began to rise again and she put her hand around it, “Oh Jeff, I want this so bad. I’ve waited so long.”

She gently stroked it and squeezed the head lightly as she did. She moved down and took it in her mouth again and marveled at it as she suckled it. I eased my hand between her legs and slowly stroked her clit, it was still swollen. I eased a finger in and shortly met her maidenhead, I pushed on it and she jerked, “It’s gonna hurt when I push through this Nicole, I just want you to know.” She smiled up at me with my cock in her hand and said.” I know, my girlfriends have told me that, but they say it’s an exquisite pain,” and she smiled again.

She returned to lazily sucking on my cock and marveled each time it grew, “It certainly is nice,” she said as she pulled it over her lips. I slowly massaged her clit and daubed my fingers in her vagina up to her maidenhead. Her pussy was getting very wet again and I paused and brought my fingers up to my mouth and sucked them, she sure was tasty. The next time I pulled my fingers out, she caught my hand and brought them to her mouth and sucked them individually, “Do you like how I taste?” she asked questioningly.

“Very good Nicole, very good,” I replied.

She smiled up at me and the innocence in her face was adorable, the wonder in her eyes could make you drunk. “Touch me again Jeff,” she asked so adoringly. I slid my hand back and rubbed her clit and stroked her blonde curls on her mound, she pushed my hand lower and I was sopn over her anus and she pushed my finger towards the entrance.

“Ooooh,” she moaned, “would you like to have that too Jeff?” I couldn’t believe my ears, then she looked at me and said, “If it weren’t for you Jeff, I wouldn’t even be here. I owe you everything and anything I have is yours.”

I dipped my finger back in her warm, wet pussy and coated it with her juices and returned it to her puckered littl anus and worked it back and forth until it went in. “Ahhh, that feels strange,” she remarked, “but interesting,” she added. I worked my finger in and out of her ass and soon she was meeting my strokes.

“If you totally relax your ass muscles Nicole, penetration is not too bad,” I told her. I felt her ass totally relax and I began probing deeper and then I moved up to my thumb. She squealed when my thumb went in and then she giggled and remarked that it felt good. With my other hand, I began stroking her clit and inserted a finger in her pussy. Her juices flowed over my fingers and her breathing got erratic.

“Oh God Jeff, I’m cummmmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnngggg, ” as her juices poured over my hand and her ass clamped down on my thumb. She began thrashing on the bed and riding both my hands as she let go, it was wonderful. As her orgasm subsided, I withdrew my hands and she came up and kissed my passionately. “Oh Jeff, it’s just like I imagined it would be. I’m ready for your cock now, I don’t think I can get any more lubricated.” She eased back up on the bed and spread her legs and I positioned myself between her open legs. She grabbed my cock and led it to her hot cunt and began feeding it to herself.

She stopped when she got to her hymen and said, “I’ll leave the rest up to you Jeff. Don’t stop, it’s ok, I want you to take me.” I eased up against her hymen and when I hit it, I pulled back a little and jammed it through. “Aaarrrrrggggghhhh, it hurts!!” she cried, “but please don’t stop Jeff.”

When I was fully inside of her I paused for a moment and let her vagina get used to it’s intruder and then began thrusting in and out. Slow at first and then I picked up speed. Before long, her pelvis was meeting my thrusts and I could feel the blood oozing out around my cock. I bent forward and took her tits in my mouth one at a time and sucked on them and she started to moan out loud.

“Oh God Jeff, this is great!!! Fuck me harder, I like it when it’s all in me.” I pumped in and out and her tempo grew as she reached another orgasm. Her vagina tightened around my cock and she began milking my cock with her vaginal muscles sultangazi escort bayan as she leapt toward her orgasm. Her breathing got erratic and then stopped all together for a moment and then she screamed in ecstacy. Her orgasm and her vaginal muscles and her newly deflowered pussy all combined to pull the cum out of me.

“I’m cumming Nicole!!!” I screamed and she said, “Give it to me Jeff, fill me up with your seed.” My balls exploded as squirt after squirt of jism filled up her tight canal. Each inward push made my cum vacate her tight hole and it oozed out around my cock and mixed with her juices and her blood from her torn hymen. I fell spent on top of her as my cock emptied the last of my load in her.

She smiled up at me, “That was even better than my girlfriend said it would be. Your hot cum in me felt great, don’t worry Jeff, I’m on the pill.” With that I kissed her on the forehead and lay back down on her with my ear resting on her tit.

She giggled as my cock deflated and pulled itself out, “That Tickles,” she laughed.

Then we got up and went into the bathroom and I turned on the shower and we climbed in. The water felt good pouring over me, and I just stood there staring at this ripe, luscious child in front of me. She caught me looking, “What’s wrong Jeff?” I watched as the water ran down over her perky little tits and ran down her stomach and into that wonderful spot between her legs.

“Nothing,” I said. “I just feel like I died and went to heaven,” and I smiled at her.

She threw her arms around me and hugged me and then kissed me. “I will always remember this night Jeff, the night I gave myself to the man who is responsible for my being here. You are my hero Jeff, and I love you.”

She put her head on my shoulder and I rubbed her back as tears ran from my eyes. No one had ever done anything so noble or beautiful for me in my life. We bathed each other, toweled off and went to the bedroom. We put on bathrobes and went downstairs for a drink. She sat next to me on the sofa and we cuddled as we sipped our drinks. I stroked her shoulder length blonde hair and marveled at how it shone. she looked up at me and I bent down and locked over her mouth. Her hand went over and spread my bathrobe and took my growing cock in her hand and stroked it tweaking the head lightly. Our kiss ended and she bent down and took me in her mouth again and sucked me very slowly.

She struggled to get it all in her mouth, and finally succeeded and was swirling her tongue around it. One hand massaged my balls as the other pumped my cock in and out of her mouth. I reached over and parted her bathrobe and played with those beautiful tits as my angel gorged herself on my cock. She moaned deeply and the vibrations of her moan transferred to my cock and I let loose with another load. She was able to swallow most of it, but a little bit leaked out and fell on my balls.

After my cock was done, she pulled her mouth off and licked the cum off my balls. she sat up and we finished our drinks. “What time do you have to be home?” I asked. “Dad thinks I’m spending the weekend at my girlfriend’s and mom knows where I am and what I’m doing. She encouraged me to do this after I told her it was what I wanted, dad wouldn’t understand but mom does.”

We kissed and I got up and picked her up and carried her back up to my bed. I told her to get on her hands and knees and she did it without hesitation. I pushed her head down slightly which caused her ass to go higher in the air and climbed up behind her. I threw my bathrobe on the floor with hers and began licking her from behind. I started at the top of her ass and licked all the way down to her pussy which was already wet again.

I forced my tongue into her ass hole and she tensed up, “Remember what I told you sweetie, RELAX,” and she did. I plunged my tongue in and out of her ass and went around and coated my tongue with her love juices and carried them back to her ass. I worked my thumb into her ass again and let her get accustomed to it, then I moved up and stuck my cock in her wet pussy and pumped her a few times to lube it.

I paused at the entrance to her last virginal hole and then eased it on in. She jumped as the head broke through and I had to remind her to relax again and she did. I got about half of it in and started a slow pumping action as her ass got used to this intruder. Soon, her ass became like elastic around my cock as I picked up the pace and she started to enjoy it a little.

Before too long, I was hitting it pretty hard and she squealed each time I was fully inside her tight little ass. I saw her reach down and start fingering her clit as I pistoned in and out of her little brown hole. I grabbed hold of her hips and held on as I pumped and pumped. Soon she began to spasm her tight asshole and it was more than I could stand and I filled up her tight little hole with my cum, she soon joined me in her orgasm and we both collapsed again. She asked me to leave my cock in her ass, she wanted to see what it felt like drawing out as it softened and I did. She didn’t giggle this time but said it still felt good. We both fell asleep, my blonde angel in my arms and my hand over her chest. We had the whole weekend to look forward to!!

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Bubble bath filling the air with strawberry essence Ashley leisurely soaked. She had no idea the duration, introducing hot water a couple times to elevate the fallen temperature her sole measure. She looked at her tightened fingertips mirroring tiny prunes, concluded it was time to move the process along.

After a brief shower rinse with a towel wrapping her waist, another wrapping her wet hair Ashley sat at the vanity. Pulling the magnifying mirror close she began her ritual transforming herself into a being of male desire.

Tweezers in hand Ashley began plucking eyebrow strays. Her thoughts began to drift wondering how many months, years in fact, it had been since she would invest this much time, take so much care preparing herself for her husband.

Of course it could never be like when she was carefree, when she and Tom dated or early in their marriage. That was extravagance a four-year-old daughter and six-year-old son just wouldn’t allow.

But then she paused, tweezers falling away, looking deep in the mirror she asked if that were really true. Am I using the children as an excuse? Or have there been opportunities to do more? Have I fallen into the complacency of eight years of marriage?

Tonight would be different; she hoped, the first step to break free of feared complacency, a renewal of their passion and desire.

Admittedly, she wasn’t like most of her friends who juggled full time employment and full time motherhood. Tom’s position provided for them comfortably allowing her to raise their kids without a care in their four-bedroom suburban home.

Ashley recognized some time ago sexual fire that once roared hot had continually dwindled and was now reduced to a still burning flame. They made love typically three, sometimes four times a week, their encounter always beginning with pleasurable foreplay. But it was at the end of a long day; dinner, cleaning up, spending time with the kids, packing them to bed after baths.

They’d usually engage the missionary position, it’s conclusion usually twenty or twenty-five minutes from their first touch, the night growing later, the future’s morning beckoning, they’d kiss good night and drift off to dreamland.

Concerning her most wasn’t her lack of satisfaction, it was her husbands; she sensed it growing. She knew he loved her, cherished their kids, that Tom wouldn’t do anything to compromise their family. But lately, deep within, she’d been haunted by a sliver of fear privately admitting his pent up needs went unanswered.

Ashley broke from her trance not wanting to consider consequences, she just wanted to make things right again. Carefully gliding the eyeliner across her lid she promised tonight would be that beginning. She’d make herself perfect, no detail overlooked.

Then a tingle, almost a tremor rippled through remembering the article she’d read a couple weeks before that spawned the inspiration. Paging through a women’s magazine one afternoon, The Game, caught her eye. The caption beneath guaranteed to spice up a married couples intimate life grown stale.

Two words galvanized her attention, reinvigorate and energize, exactly what she knew they needed. Ashley was intrigued the article promising if they were bold, daring, willing to try something new it would rekindle forgotten passion. The Game called for them to role-play, something out of the norm, fresh and exciting.

Rouge brush in hand, applying color to her cheeks Ashley snickered remembering her initial reaction. Over two days she must’ve read The Game twenty times. Finally relenting to its ruling power she gave it to Tom; petitioned his opinion.

After completing, Tom handed it back then threw the look he sometimes gave following what he considered one of her hair-brained ideas. Like when she wanted the putrid lime green paint color for her new car Ashley wrote off the idea until a few nights later while snuggling in bed Tom asked it she really wanted to give The Game a shot. Ashley surmised later Tom must’ve picked up on her moping, decided to humor her.

Immediately her blood stirred, “Yes I really do…I mean if you want to.”

Tom agreed but Ashley had to swear to abide by the strict rules The Game demanded. One of them would determine the fantasy roles for both partners. Both must play The Game from beginning to end without breaking away from their role or questioning or not allowing a partner’s sexual desire. Tom would determine their roles.

Ashley anxiously buttoned up the silk blouse, her entire outfit new. She’d chosen the cream blouse and black shorter skirt as elegant and sexy. Underneath the skimpiest lingerie she’d ever worn. The thin bra barely contained her and she wiggled feeling the thong wedged between. Ashley never cared for thongs but knew Tom loved the look. Tonight was special; she’d overcome the discomfort.

Satisfaction was hers studying the reflection. Blonde hair curling softly over her shoulders, blue eyes prominent, mascara highlighting her facial features perfectly. fatih escort bayan Small flowers apparent from her bra through the clinging semi see-through blouse complimenting her full round breasts. Not too tight though, nicely concealing the ten extra pounds she kept promising to lose. The flaring skirt exposed most of her long legs, the feature she regarded her sexiest.

Dragging a single finger down her neck her skin felt soft, that long bath producing the desired outcome. She drifted again, wondering what her husband had invented for their fantasy roles. She thought they’d enjoy a quiet dinner somewhere, Tom would tell her the invented characters and then The Game would commence. Maybe he’d rented a hotel room; guised as a traveling businessman she’d come knocking as his hooker. Or maybe a hotel maid who cleaned the room in his presence and they were overcome with lust. Or maybe he’d drop her off and she’d cozy up to the bar between two gentlemen and strike a conversation. He would arrive a little later as a stranger, picking her up with sexually direct innuendos to the dismay of the men hitting on her. The latter seemed most exciting.

With a final glance she decided to open another button exposing more skin, a deeper dimensional view of her ample cleavage. “Perfect!” She concluded with a smile.

***

Foot tapping rapidly she checked her watch for the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes; Tom already was almost an hour late. The kids safely stashed away at her parents, this was their evening, where was he? After several calls to his mobile went unanswered her concern grew. Then she heard the rattle of the garage door, hum of the opener, Ashley exhaled a sigh of relief.

Tom walked through the door, her heart raced looking at him outfitted in a starched white shirt, vibrant red patterned tie and pleated charcoal trousers. She found him particularly studly in his business attire, his shirt tapering in from broad shoulders to a slender waist. She loved the way those trousers hugged him just right. A notch above six feet the scale had never exceeded one eighty-five.

Just as quickly as her spirits soared they plummeted as Tom barged into the kitchen hardly looking at her. Ashley anticipated her hours of preparation would be rewarded with an approving smile, warm compliments and even envisioned flowers. The only thing in his hand was a small paper sack.

“Where’s my dinner?” He barked.

“Tom?” She said dismayed. He never acted this way.

He proceeded to the stove loosening his tie and opened the door, “What the hell is going on here? Where is my dinner?”

Palms covering her mouth, “Tom! Honey! I thought we were going out!”

He glared, “Going out?” Then he shook his head disgusted and marched upstairs to their bedroom.

Had something happened at work? Nothing about him was her Tom. Had he been laid off? Fired? Is that why he hadn’t answered her calls? Her eyes began to well up feeling alone, isolated in the kitchen. She heard loud noises upstairs, terrified to know what may have happened wondering why tonight of all nights?

“Come up here!” She heard his call demand.

Ashley smiled affectionately entering their room wanting to console the unknown trouble he was battling. Tom was seated on the bed, she moved in front of him. His expression was blank, green eyes unflinching starring into hers. She wanted to reach out, stroke the curl in his thick chocolate hair but she still couldn’t read him.

Nervous fingers grasping at her skirt Ashley’s eyes fell down the front of her body and she stammered, “Honey…how do I look? I spent the afternoon getting ready for you.” She hoped her sexy appearance might raise his spirits. Her eyes lifted but his expression remained unchanged.

Voice flat, “No dinner? Spending an entire afternoon making yourself pretty?” His gaze traveling down her body, then up again, “To answer your question you look kind of trampy.”

Terror surged through her veins, “Tom!”

He rose and began pacing a circle around her, towering Ashley the better part of four inches. She was insane, not knowing what was happening, what was going on with Tom.

His voice monotone as he moved, “No dinner for your husband who worked hard all day long yet you had plenty of time to paint your pretty face?” His sarcastic tone quizzical, “And then you expect me to take you out?” She watched him shake his head once more. Ashley wanted to reach out and grab him, hug him tight, ask Tom to confide his trouble.

“And you expect me to take you out looking slutty? So all the men will look at you? Well I’m not taking you anywhere. Do you know why?”

Ashley felt her body convulse. Here it comes. She feared Tom would inform her he lost his job, they couldn’t afford going out.

“Honey…”

“Let me tell you why,” his rough, monotone voice interrupted. “Because you’re a spoiled little wife and spoiled wives don’t deserve a night out.”

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“Quiet down!” he commanded still pacing around her. “What my spoiled little wife deserves is a lesson; a lesson to put her feet back on the ground. And that’s exactly what you’re going to get, a well deserved lesson.” He returned to his position seated on the bed.

Ashley visibly trembled when he said, “Now lay across my lap and receive the lesson my spoiled little wife deserves.”

Instantly she knew looking in his eyes this wasn’t a joke. What is happening she asked over and over? Could this be The Game? That possibility didn’t seem to exist. They hadn’t developed the roles each would play. This wasn’t exciting it terrified her. Somewhat reluctant she began to move forward.

“Lay across my lap. Now!” he said with urgency.

Timidly she sprawled across him then looked back finding his eyes fused to her skirt directly below him. With a final attempt she squeaked, “Tom?”

“Quiet!” He lashed back his hand now gliding across the fabric. “It’s time you had a lesson.”

Instinctively she raised her hips feeling him pulling up her skirt then questioned if it were wise.

Tom starred downward, her soft, smooth, curving skin arousing every fiber that made him man. The sexy thong circling his wife’s hips then disappearing into her depths captivating. Even after two kids her shapely roundness hadn’t changed much from the day they married. Excitement grew as he surveyed his target.

Softly his hand stroked across her ass. Feeling his delicate touch had Ashley breathing a bit easier, wondering again if they were playing The Game.

SLAP!

Her ass stung immediately and she cried, “Ouch!” Looking back pissed because he’d struck her so harshly, “Tom, what the…?”

SLAP!

“Quiet!” He snarled.

This assault so loud it even stung her ears. Ashley clawed her fingernails into the comforter, anything to help dissipate the pain.

Gazing down Tom was quite pleased with the first round attack; two red handprints branded her ass leaving discernable finger imprints.

His hand again gently rubbing, tone moderated, “The spoiled little wife will learn her lesson. If she speaks the punishment will be more severe.”

His hand tugged at her thong, the sexy one she fantasized would overwhelm him, that maybe he’d slide off clenched in his teeth. “Well this is in the way.”

“Ouch!” she squealed from the sting as his strong hand ripped it away.

Ashley remained silent her head abuzz. Has something gone terribly wrong Tom? What if we’re playing The Game? She agreed to strictly abide by the rules. The Game dictated both must participate without question.

She parted her legs somewhat wider feeling his left hand fall between, his right hand still gliding across her ass.

SLAP!

“Ouch!” Her body jerked, Ashley doing everything to contain herself, to keep from shouting, “What the hell are you doing?”

His hand softly rubbing again, she felt his other hand, the tip of one finger gently caressing between her legs. Strangely her arousal bloomed. Her ass was on fire yet that fingertip slipped easily in an abundance of wetness.

SLAP!

“Owwwww!” It was excruciating, the sting resonating through her entire body. That fingertip had slightly penetrated, probing, intensifying her burning.

Convinced now Tom hadn’t lost his job, nothing was wrong, this was The Game he invented eased her mind. Not because this was The Game she had intended but at least their financial situation seemed clear of dire straits. They weren’t the Titanic steaming toward an iceberg. She realized something else; she agreed to play and must adhere to the strict rules.

Her hips moved, responding to his fingertip lazily gliding just inside.

“You like that don’t you?”

“Mmmm,” She responded, gyrating her hips more.

SLAP!

Another ear-piercing scream and his hand softly resumed stroking, massaging the sting.

A light coating of perspiration grew between their connection, a by-product of the spanking, that manipulating fingertip.

She felt her arousal intensify. Is it because I’m lying bare assed across my husband’s lap? Is the harsh spanking exciting me?

Eyes closed anticipating another spank Ashley felt his body shift beneath her, as reaching for something, felt his erection shooting skyward through his trousers. His left hand fell back between her legs, his right hand, now slicked with oil, massaged her ass. It felt soothing, desperately needed relief from the burning. She knew the milky white now glowed red, doubted given the opportunity she’d be able to sit. Maybe this was the conclusion of the lesson escapade. Treat her wounds then take her.

His hand coated with fresh oil Tom rubbed longer, her body responding to his fingertip delicately probing her wetness. Just when she totally relaxed, SLAP!

“Ouch!” she squealed, the application of oil seemed eyüp escort bayan to elevate the severity. Those spanks burned and stung but now Ashley recognized they intensified her pleasure. Between her legs a fire roared feeling wetter than ever before, that fingertip gliding easily.

Against the lowest region of her back she felt something, knew it was the bottle of oil. With a generous squeeze oil passed through her like a river through a canyon. Then it fell, dropping like a waterfall, cascading between her legs.

Tom’s fingertip, that so gently caressed her outermost interior, rose upward renewing its exploration in virgin territory. Shocked, extremely uncomfortable, Ashley felt horror. I’m a soccer mom, member of the PTA and a good Catholic girl. I can’t do this it’s dirty, taboo.

Turning her head readying to levy her objection Ashley’s heart stopped remembering The Game. The Goddamn Game! She bit her tongue agonizing over the strict rules that wouldn’t allow her to question or object to any sexual advance. She was powerless, bound from her sworn promise.

The spanking lapsed, his right hand massaging oil across her cheeks stinging hot, the well-lubricated fingertip of his other hand manipulating tiny circles, seemingly determined to gain entry.

Then it hit, Ashley realizing their unspoken roles. Tom was the dominant partner, she was the submissive; the spoiled little wife who had to relent to any sexual desire her dominant partner hungered.

Unexpected sensations began to build, feeling arousal where she’d never experienced pleasure before, his focused manipulation now shockingly longed. Ashley realized she was defenseless and privately surrendered, accepting her unknown fate. The thought of Tom using her, to satisfy desires she never knew existed, using her body however he pleased heightened her exhilaration.

Ashley stiffened, electricity shooting from head to toe, his fingertip finding it’s way inside, her fingers again clawed deep into the comforter.

No longer Ashley, nor soccer mom, nor PTA member, nor good catholic girl but now the submissive, she wanted more. His fingertip withdrew and another river of oil flowed through the canyon re-lubricating both assailant and prey.

“Ahhh!” She squealed, her head jerking upward, his finger dipping inside. The repetitions now constant he penetrated to his first knuckle, “Yes,” she timidly screeched. , Tom smiled a smile she could not see. “Does my spoiled little wife like this?” He asked with a maniacal tone.

“Y…yes,” she answered softly in embarrassed confession.

“Does she want more?”

“Yes,” she answered again.

SLAP!

“Beg then! Beg if you want more!”

Ashley rationalized it was only his finger, she let the submissive answer, “Give it to me! Give me your finger!”

Tom methodically penetrated deeper and deeper, Ashley’s face tightening, toes curling accepting the full distance.

“Is my spoiled wife enjoying this?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Then it’s time for my spoiled wife to learn another lesson.” Ashley let free a frustrated yip as his finger withdrew.

Flipping her over he lifted her legs, crawled out from beneath her. In silence Ashley watched him unbuckle his trousers, let them fall to the floor. She recognized Tom’s relief, his erection standing tall inside his boxers.

“Lay face down, on your knees.”

Ashley obeyed his order without thought. Her arms in front of her, head on the comforter she pulled her knees up beneath her.

Positioned behind, Tom threw up her flaring skirt exposing all of her once more.

Any other time she would’ve been concerned over the well being of the comforter. Tom’s liberal dousing of oil, running down her ass and legs, the comforter soaked it up like water into bread. The bed covering likely would be ruined, but Ashley wasn’t Ashley any more she was the submissive, the submissive couldn’t care less. She wanted more.

First he worked the fullness of her flesh soothing away more sting then his fingertip traced through the canyon where the river flowed. Ashley squirmed feeling his finger again, probing her virgin territory. She longed the new sensation.

Tom rotated his finger till a fraction of the tip penetrated. His voice monotone, “You want this don’t you? You spoiled little wife. You want this back inside you.”

“Yes,” she squeaked.

“Well if you want it you have to take it.”

Ashley eased her body back at a snail’s pace accepting the well-lubricated finger of his stationary hand. Slowly she rocked, taking a bit more with each repetition. When she could push back no further, taken it all, SLAP!

“Ouch!” She screeched, wrought by pain, the severity of the blow echoing through the room.

Ashley eased forward pausing to catch her breath, an opportunity for the stinging to subside.

“This is the next lesson for the spoiled little wife. If you want something, you have to pay for it.”

Dammit! Ashley thought. She wanted that finger, wanted it like nothing else, would sell her children to the gypsies for that Goddamn finger. Tom was clear. To satisfy her desire she had to pay a stinging price.

Eyes slammed tight, anticipating the next assault, she resumed rocking slowly back and fourth yet Tom did nothing. But when she slid back, consumed the full length, SLAP! “Ouch!” She screeched again.

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It would start out with kissing and fondling as I undressed you, then once you are naked I would stretch you out on the bed, your arms strait above you laying on your back with your legs strait and comfortably together. then put a light blindfold over your eyes. I tell you to stay still or I will stop.

Starting at your lower legs I begin to very lightly drag my fingertips up your entire body to your forearms. I make little swirls around your pussy, navel and nipples as i pass them, never actually touching them.

In small areas I go from very light to slow deep scratches with my dull nails. I start with scratching you over your hips/waistline, and your ribs, the backs and inside of your thighs and your chest between and below your breasts.

Slowly I trail my tongue from your navel up between your breasts, to each side of your neck where i nibble on your ears. Then starting again at your navel I take my tongue and lick to both sides over your hip bone where I pause to kiss and tickle with my goatee. Then back to your navel where I drag my tongue down inside both of your thighs still avoiding your pussy.

I can smell your arousal and it makes me very much want to take you now, but I have more plans for you first. You will get me, but you will have to wait.

I take off the blindfold and you see that I am now naked. My dick is rock hard, deep red, and glistening drops of precum are dripping from the head.

I tell you to turn. Lay on your back with your head to me. put your arms out to both sides as far as you can reach and scoot to where your head hangs off my tall bed. This puts your head just below my dick and makes it easy for you to stare at that object of your desire and soon to be pleasure.

I kneel and take your head in my hands. I hold it as I kiss your forehead and cheeks working my way to your mouth. I use my tongue to explore your mouth and then slowly lower your head back to hanging while avrupa yakası escort bayan I kiss. I slide my hands over your shoulders and down your torso to fondle your breasts while we kiss.

I pinch your nipples as I break contact with your lips and slowly stand. I step forward to place my dick up to your lips.

“You ready for me?” I whisper to you, all the while I am still pinching your nipples.

I slide my dick into your mouth. You feel my knees go weak as the feeling of you on my dick is amazing. my hands slide even further down your body. I spread your pussy lips and revel at how wet they are. I start rubbing across your clit using your own lubrication to get it nice and slippery.

I slide in a finger while I rub your clit then start moving my dick in and out of your mouth. After a little while of fucking your mouth I pull out and order you to get up.

You stand in the center of the room where I had pointed and your leg quivers as you see me staring shamelessly at your naked body. I walk behind you and trail my fingers over the small of your back. I then slap your ass. Sharp and loud, but not very hard. The surprise makes you just more than anything.

I tell you to lace your fingers behind your head and stand with your legs spread. I can see a smile on your face as you comply. Your eyes close of their own accord.

I slide a hand up between your legs slipping through your slick juices and feel your dripping pussy. It radiates heat, and I caress it gently, playing in your wetness.

I nibble on your ribs below your raised arms, and work my way around with nibbles, kisses, and licks under your breasts.

You feel me enter you with a finger. Not much goes in you but enough to get nicely slippery then it pulls out. You feel that it has moved it attention and is now slowly pressing into your asshole. The pressure and istanbul escort bayan lube make it easy to pop into you.

I step around in front of you, but the presence is still in your ass. You realize that I left a small plug in you there. I sit down on the bed and tell you to turn your back to me. then sit on my dick. I want to feel you ride me, but keep your hands up.

I grab your ass cheeks as you lower them to me and guide myself into you. I am rock hard, just waiting for this. I have you spread your legs and lean forward. then I slap your ass, first one cheek then the other. After a couple slaps I rub the sting out and turn on the vibrator in the anal plug.

I can feel you sump and squirm a little as you get used to this sudden sensation.

I get tight grips on your hips and start lifting you up on my dick and sliding you back down. I bounce you on my dick and feeling the head of my dick hit that vibrator inside you every time I go in. Every three strokes or so I give your ass a good slap as you bottom down on me.

I keep this up until I can hear you getting close to an orgasm. You feel the vibrator turn off and I lift you completely off me. I tell you to move your hands and hold them behind your back as you kneel to suck yourself off of me. I watch your head bob on my dick when you are not busy running your tongue all over it. You look up to my eyes, and I can see defiance there.

I will have to remove that.

After I am cleaner I have you lift up. I squeeze you breasts together tightly so you can titty fuck me while you lick the head of my dick. I feel myself enjoying this too much and see my precum stringing from my hear to your tongue.

I tell you to stand up again. I tell you that your hands are free to do as you wish as I pull you to me, slide my hands around to caress your back and ass cheeks while I kiss up from your navel all over your breasts. anadolu yakası escort bayan I flick your nipples and bite at them as I pass. I work my way up your neck to your chin then your lips and kiss you soft and slow. Deeply.

You feel my arms tighten as I lift you off the ground completely and roll back onto the bed. I hug you close as we roll over to the center of the bed and I continue to kiss all over your neck and ears.

We end up with me on to of you. You can feel my dick pressing against your belly as I slide my legs between yours. My eyes are locked on yours as I maneuver into position. You guide me as I slowly enter you. I watch your face. I feel your legs raise. You squeeze me lightly between them.

I slide in smoothly to the hilt. I pull back out and start fucking you with just the head. Popping in and out. Every once in a while at random you get the full length.

I continue this until I hear you whimpering and I start fucking you full strokes each time. I slip my arms under your legs. I lift you and make it easier to pound into you and let my balls slap against your asshole and that anal plug.

I reach down and turn it on while I am slamming it into you. You can feel the pressure from it vibrating through to my dick as they rub together and vibrate together deep within you.

I am staring into your half open, glassed eyes, your breasts are bouncing in circles as I thrust into you. We bounce time the bounce to use the beds springs to out advantage.

I can see your eyes are now closed. I can feel your pussy walls squeezing my dick. I can hear your breath coming in short quick grunts. I can feel your legs pushing against me.

I am getting very close too. I start fucking harder, faster. You see my eyes are closed now. I grab your breasts and squeeze them, the nipple pinched in my fingers as I thrust into you and shoot my cum deep. The heat spreads in you as, I go ridged above you.

I hold there for a little bit, then reach down to turn off the vibrator. I slowly let you lower your legs, keeping me inside you the whole time.

I lay down carefully on top of you and put my head on your shoulder. my lips against your ear. I nibble lightly with my lips then very softly whisper into your ear, “Sweet Nothings, Sweet Nothings, Sweet Nothings,”

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Eve was feeling super, crazy naughty. And normally, that would be fine, but not now. Not at this very point in her life. Right now, feeling crazy, super naughty…. that was a problem, because the man in her life that was otherwise perfect, was not the super naughty type. He definitely wasn’t the crazy, naughty type. And he was on the way over right now.

What. To. Do???

She was at that age, that particular age for women where their bodies desire, their libidos run roughshod over their better judgment at times, their mind’s ability to paint a picture of things they want done to them and things they want to do to a man so absolutely vivid now, so utterly and ultimately filthy the devil would blush, that age where wisdom, experience and longing meet testosterone, confidence and the idea that they can get exactly what they want by doing little more than asking right, or asking wrong or just by simply saying, “come fuck me.”

Eve was reveling in that age.

She had asked wrong, and gotten what she wanted. She had flirted and fucked. She had said, “come fuck me” more than a few times. She had certainly asked right, and, herself, been asked a lot. She said, “yes, please” to her heart’s, and other parts, too, content.

She wasn’t classically beautiful, but more of an exotic thing, a taboo of a woman. And what a woman!

She was a mix of a half-African mother, all curves and athleticism, and a Scotch-Irish father with broad shoulders, a man with a penchant for good whiskey and food, made powerful through the legs and back by the grace of God and honed through working 60 hours a week on a farm. She was that rare combination of naturally soft curls, big green eyes, a stern chin and a dimpled cheek on one side of her face combined with a softness and feminism that was appealing on its own, and many, muscled curves.

She wasn’t tall, was fair-skinned given her heritage and meandered toward middling in her fitness. But she kept a flat, taut belly through good genes alone and, in an honest moment, she’d say she watched what she ate in order to keep her looks.

In the last two years, before the not-so-naughty man, she wasn’t just having a lot of sex, because she was. She wasn’t just having good sex, because she was. Fuck, yes, she was.

No, the truth of the matter was she was having mind-blowing sex and having it a lot!

She had divorced long ago, and hadn’t really met someone for a long time she couldn’t live without, so she had accumulated a number of partners that all made her feel good for a moment, or a few moments. There were tall men and short, fit and not-so-fit, some good, some better, some amazing, some just okay. She accepted them all for what they were, tried to take the best of each of them to meet her needs and to give as good as she received. She was a generous, passionate lover and wanted the same in return.

She also liked the variety.

She didn’t mind, at least for a while, seeing someone new under her or on top of her. It was exciting, fun, naughty. But she also craved something that the often random men who serviced her, who filled those womanly needs, couldn’t really give her and weren’t meant to give her in those kinds of relationships. She had her regulars, and even they lacked in this area.

Intimacy, that elusive devil.

She craved intimacy, more than anything now. Missed it so. Missed holding hands, cuddling, back rubs. Missed meaningful kisses. Missed it all.

She wanted the touch that only someone who cared more than a little could provide. She didn’t want to look over the next morning and plan her exit strategy, or worse, plan it in the middle of the night. She didn’t want to wake up to a snoring lumberjack whose name escaped her. She didn’t want to have to gently or forcefully get him to exit her place. She was tired of fucking around, even if it had its perks.

Then she met Paul.

Paul, the kind of name a kid gets when his family is Irish-Catholic and he’s one of eight brothers and sisters, was brought up in a house where sex wasn’t really on the table for discussion. He had been sheltered even through college, where Bible classes were a regular part of the curriculum.

But he was over 30 now, and…. still…. somewhat sheltered. He’d had only a handful of partners, and none of his relationships had lasted for longer than a couple of years.

He’d never been married, although he had asked acıbadem escort bayan once, which was such a horrific idea looking back on it. It was like he watched his ego, his love, his affection, his woman, all balled up together in one critical moment, into a single ball of emotion, and watched it crash as if aboard an air liner filled with all of his emotions and feelings and desires, doing a nose dive straight to the middle of the earth. So. Bad. So. Painful.

She turned him down in such a way that he thought he might never get over it.

He was more than puzzled by the rejection, crushed completely, and swore off women for a time.

Eve was really the first person he’d seen in more than a year. They’d met at a coffee shop, randomly, oddly, when Eve decided he should wear a mocha latte in addition to his coat (a terrible but hilarious accident, but one they laughed about constantly). She offered to pay for the coat, he asked for dinner instead. She accepted, and the sparks flew. From spilled coffee to a budding romance, all in a span of a few weeks.

He was smart and witty. He was handsome, funny, cute and even flirty without trying. He had a boyish charm, a wry grin. He was dark complected, had dark, straight, shortly-cropped hair, with spectacular gray eyes, and at 6-3, had one of those bodies that allow men to wear whatever they want and still look good in it.

And Paul sent flowers. And called. And cared. And texted. And flirted. And opened doors. And they clicked. They were intimate without trying. They finished each other’s sentences. They were, at least in most facets of their budding relationship, which had been brewing just a couple of months, really, really working for each other.

He felt confident for the first time in a long time. He felt desired. Needed. She felt loved, respected, wanted for things other than what she could provide with her mouth or body. They were falling, but, and this is where Eve’s spidey senses were working overtime, they were lacking in physical contact.

Lack. Ing.

It wasn’t that Paul was bad at sex the way he viewed it. He was equipped enough, not pushy, not lacking for tenderness or foreplay.

But Eve wanted something that Paul, so far, hadn’t even been willing to try.

She was looking for some creativity, dirty talk, FILTHY talk, something other than her or him on top. They had done that several times, but it was SO quiet. She was looking for something a little more earth shattering, something that made her want to scream his name. One particular night, she had reached for herself to help the process along, and he asked what she was doing!

She was frustrated, and, in a too honest moment, very, very flustered and wondering if it was worth it. Is HE worth this?

But, still, horny. Really, terribly horny. And tonight… she was going to try to get the best from him.

Paul arrived, and Eve tried to put on her best “come hither” face. She was dressed to go out, although she’d given no indication that they were scheduled anywhere. She had on a short, silky dress, tights and tall boots, all of which Paul liked. She had candles burning in the living room, and in the bedroom.

“You look amazing,” he began, kissing her at the door. And she held the kiss for too many seconds too long. Paul knew they weren’t going anywhere, at least, not soon.

She breathed heavily into his ear, “I want to try something new tonight.”

She took him by the hand into her bedroom and slid the boots off, one, then the next. Paul watched, intently.

She pulled him closer, undid his brown belt, and unbuttoned his pants, bent down to her knees and slowly kissed him right above his underwear.

“Let’s try something different…” she questioned, looking up at him from her place on the floor, right beside her bed. “I want to please you, then let you play with me for a while.”

Paul looked back at her with something between confusion and disappointment. What she was asking him to do, he knew he wasn’t good at. She had tried before to get him to not be so…. vanilla…. to go beyond the basics.

“Don’t worry so much,” she purred, slipping his cock out of his underwear. She got most of it in her mouth, still not quite erect. She purred around his puffy head. “Just enjoy this.”

She worked her mouth around his member, gently sucking şerifali escort bayan and taking it in her mouth and out again. She took a quick break to wiggle out of the dress. leaving her in just the tights, then went back to work on Paul’s now rock-solid cock.

She worked up and down the shaft. Paul watched her work, amazed at the skill and the sheer sex appeal of this exotic woman with her lips and mouth and breasts wrapped around him, pursuing his pleasure.

His tension grew, the buildup palpable now, inevitability growing, throbbing deep inside him.

And then, she slowed down. The intensity of her lips, her mouth, lessening. She left him for just a moment, slipped out of her tights, now completely vulnerable, this taboo of a woman, all curves and muscle and sex appeal.

He looked down at her, in that moment, naked, wonderous, beautiful, looking back up at him with the green eyes glinting, the candlelight dancing in them, sensuality oozing from every pore, and he knew he would do anything to please her. He would try. Something. Anything.

He just didn’t know how.

Eve went back to work on him before he could think about it any more. Tongue. Shaft. Licking. Sucking.

She cupped him, began to slowly, artfully, skillfully work the bottom of the shaft and balls while using her mouth on his head.

He watched, taking in every movement. He felt himself build as he was looking at her face. She stared back at him as he got closer to climax.

“Cum for me Paul,” she mouthed just as he released into her mouth, a ribbon of cum flying into her throat as her head and mouth bobbed for more. He groaned with pleasure, filling her mouth with all he could muster, then let out a huge breath of release. She stared at him for a long moment, a huge smile growing on her face, and swallowed his load.

“Oh… God…. that’s so amazing, Eve,” he purred. “You make me weak with the stuff you can do.”

“You can do the same things for me,” Eve looked at him, longingly, sensually.

She took off his shoes, slipped him out of the rest of his clothes so they were both nude. She wanted this to be intimate, open. She wanted to show him that she was comfortable with her body, that she was confident in herself, that she wanted to be pleased, she wanted to be completely naked with him, to be open to new things.

She wanted HIM to try new things with her.

She lay down on her bed and let her legs gape open. She wasn’t completely bare between them, but she wanted him to see her fully open. Her nipples were still erect from enjoying his climax, so she gently circled them with a finger. The play felt good and was an appealing visual.

“Paul,” she began, “I know you are worried, but just trust me here and I promise it will be fun for both of us.” He felt pensive, but willing. He had, after all, just cum about as hard as he ever had in his life, and wanted to please this woman who was sooo good at pleasing him.

“Tell me what you thought about what I did to you,” Eve gently prodded.

“Oh, God, Eve. Your mouth is amazing. It makes me so incredibly hard,” the words stammered out, limping unsteadily from his mouth, but coming out, still. “I will remember your mouth, and the way your head moves, and the way you make me feel so incredible. I’ll remember that forever,” Paul said, now getting a little bit of rhythm, a little boldness in his sharing. .

“That’s what I want to hear. What else? What else about this body makes you want it?” She slid her hand down from her nipple, past her taut stomach, to herself, and slid a finger in near her bottom and pulled it up through. She repeated the movement a second time, and then a third.

“That looks incredible. I like watching you touch yourself,” he said, confidence growing. She placed her finger in her mouth and sucked it for moment, then popped it out like a lollipop. “It tastes amazing, too, Paul. Do you want to taste this pussy? I want you to taste this pussy.”

“Show me,” he stammered.

She kissed him hard on the mouth, tongues crossing, and moved to his ear, whispering heavily. “At the very top of my pussy, right between my lips, I want you to take your tongue, and lick softly there. Lick in circles. Lick in rhythm with me,” she instructed.

She kissed his mouth again, and told him, “kiss me on the way there, too.”

He üsküdar escort bayan did. He kissed her neck, her breasts, her nipples. He slid slowly past her naval, got in a comfortable spot, and found her sweet spot, and began circling, slowly, with his tongue.

“Oh, yes, baby, that’s the spot,” Eve cheered him on. He was excited with the feedback, trying hard to please.

“How wet am I?” she questioned, knowing she was growing extremely hot by this ground-breaking momentum toward a kind of sex they had not tried before.

“You’re soaked, Eve. You’re really soaked. Oh. My. God. You’re so slippery.”

Eve’s hips were already involuntarily thrusting bit by bit now. Paul tried to find his rhythm, and was doing okay, when Eve wanted more, begged breathlessly for more.

“Put your fingers in there,” she asked. “Can you do it? Can you do both? Oh, God, Paul, you’re fucking me so good right now. Keep that face right in my pussy, Paul. Baby, you’re doing it.”

He cocked himself up on an elbow to free his hand, And slid two fingers in, and hardly felt a thing because Eve was gushing.

“Yes! Yes!,” Eve encouraged now. “Slide your fingers in and out. Put more than one in, if you can.”

Paul circled with his mouth and tongue, worked a third finger in, and then a fourth.

Eve’s hips, her entire body, were rocking now. He forced his fingers in and she met his thrust with her own. His tongue circled her clit, and he slid his fingers in and out, slowly rhythmically.

Two minutes and Eve was still thrusting. Two became four, and the tension grew for both of them. Paul, thinking he was doing well, and Eve wanting a touch more stimulation. She knew in the back of her mind that she was trying to hold back, trying to take her time, enjoying this new-found level of intimacy, of animal that Paul was finally showing her. She could feel the intensity of her orgasm building, but she wanted to savor it. Building, but holding back.

“Harder!” she demanded now. “Use your hand a little harder, please baby,” it came out more a strong suggestion than a command, but it wasn’t just a request.

Paul puzzled for a moment, not knowing how much harder he could go. She was incredibly, increasingly wet. She was SO wet. Eve’s hips were lifting off the bed now, as she thrust harder, deeper, wetter.

She felt herself twinge, knowing her release was going to be epic. The bed rocked. Her body was almost trembling, as she squeezed around his fingers while he continued circling her clit. She could feel her legs, her body, her pussy squeezing, intensifying, building toward something so epic, she knew. This was going to be an epic cum. She told him.

“I’m going to CUM SO HARD, Paul. You’re GOING TO MAKE ME CUM SO HARD, BABY!”

He thought and puzzled for a moment, wondering if he could go harder.

And in a moment of bravery that had taken some 32 years to find, with this taboo woman begging him for more, he slid his thumb toward the inside of his palm, and thrust hard. Her hips, already coming toward him, thrust HARD back at his now educated hand

And that’s when Paul’s hand disappeared up past his wrist.

Eve let out a moan the likes of which he had never heard. Her body nearly convulsed. She rocked, insanely now. He couldn’t get his hand out, and she didn’t want him to.

“OH MY GOD. FUCK me like that! FUCK ME. FUCK ME!!.

Paul slid his hand to the hilt of his wrist, and plunged it back in, again, and again, and again.

By the fourth thrust, something had taken over Eve’s body because she shook, and rocked and came uncontrollably. And it didn’t stop.

“PAUL. OH MY! FUCK! OOOOOOOHHHHHHH…….. GOOOOOOODDDDDD….. FUCKKKKKK,” she yelled.

Eve had never felt so full. So FULL. So INTENSELY WET and FULL and hot and horny. And he plunged in again, and she rocked and thrust toward his wrist and arm and maybe elbow.

One long orgasm that seemed to go on for two minutes. She just kept cumming and cumming, Paul kept thrusting and licking and circling. Eve kept thrusting and cumming. MY GOD, she was cumming. She was getting FISTED and cumming. And on it went for a few more seconds, until she let out a huge gasp, and her body stopped thrusting and remained trembling, every part of her spent.

And she lay there wordless, breathless for a full minute.

Finally, after the orgasm demon had left her body, Paul pulled his hand out of Eve, covered in girl cum, a sticky mess of elation and satisfaction.

Eve was immovable for a moment more, and then said, without moving another muscle in her body, except her mouth, “I can’t believe you fist-fucked me like that.”

Paul, not knowing quite what to say, said nothing, and waited.

“And I can’t wait for you to do it again,” she said, softly.

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This teasing little story was previously submitted under the “Romance” category, but it should have been submitted under Erotic Couplings. I reworked it slightly and hope you agree. If you’re used to stories in which two people start fucking in the first paragraph, don’t waste your time here.

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It’s funny how things happen. One thing sparks another, which sparks another, which sparks another, and then you have success or failure; love or war.

This time the outcome was success. It all began with a classical guitar concert. Something went wrong with the air conditioning at the original venue, so it was switched from a concert hall to a local theater stage, a new theater, at that. It featured seats that reclined and pull-down arm rests with receptacles for sodas. If you didn’t want the arm rest, it just lifted and folded back between the seats.

On the night of the concert I didn’t want the armrest between us. Who would? You looked wonderful and smelled great. Shortish black skirt, ivory silk top and pearls. Very nice. I was happy to be with you. I didn’t even mind when you dashed off two minutes before curtain time to use the ladies room. Poor thing.

You returned just seconds after the lights went down, but that was another one of those critical “somethings”. I put my hand out just before you sat down–a junior high bit of nonsense– and found it trapped beneath you, palm up. You shot me a quizzical look, and I smiled. But I didn’t move my hand. Holding my coat as I was, and in the darkened theater, no one could see.

It was a spontaneous gesture, a prank born out of my own playfulness, but kadıköy escort bayan it took me only a second or two to realize that there may be an opportunity for something more; an opportunity to repay you for taking my penis in your mouth and teasing me for the better part of a half-hour last night. Still, how much could I do with my hand crushed beneath your body? I wiggled it slightly, with little effect. Your weight and the fabric of the skirt conspired against me. I started to withdraw my hand, but then stopped. Was it really that hopeless? Was there nothing I could do?

There was nothing. You had all your weight on my hand as if to fend me off. I could barely move a finger, but wiggle that finger I did.

You had other ideas, though. I could feel a quick downward pressure every few seconds. And that wordless gesture was unmistakable. You were telling me to knock it off. Quit fooling around! I understood but I wouldn’t give in. Not a chance.

I continued trying to tease you, but with little effect. I know you felt my fingers, but that skirt was in the way. I couldn’t get past it…or could I? I began pulling at it, millimeter by millimeter, inching it back by the pressure of my hand. My fingers cramped with the effort, so I stopped every few minutes to rest, then started again. I saw your head turn and your glittering eyes looking my way, but I wouldn’t meet them with my own gaze. I wasn’t going to chicken out.

You kicked me, then. The toe of one high heel stabbed me several times. I stifled a laugh. This was fun!

It was slow going, but after ten minutes ataşehir escort bayan I finally reached your hem. Unfortunately, there was still some slip to contend with , but a few minutes later that slippery fabric was out of the way, too. You hadn’t worn panties tonight, just pantyhose, so I wasn’t “Home” by a long shot. I could, however, feel the heat of your pussy and maybe just the slightest bit of dampness on the cotton panel. Could you be enjoying this while fighting me off? I wasn’t sure, but I continued my assault.

Your hose was stretched tightly across your pubic mound, but I could feel a yielding softness beneath it. I could even feel a depression between your vaginal lips, a warm and womanly crevice.

You dug your nails in my wrist in a last ditch effort to stop me, and that even hurt a little, but it didn’t stop me. You would have had to dig them in really hard to hurt me, and you might have broken a nail doing that. What woman risks broken nails?

Meanwhile my fingers continued probing and stroking. My middle finger, mostly. I scratched at your damn hose with my nail, scratched and scratched and scratched and finally–finally!–made a small run. I scratched some more and pulled with the tip of my finger. More nylon thread separated. The tip of my finger made sweet contact with pubic hair and your glorious vagina. Warm, wet, wonderful pussy! I crooked my middle finger and pulled back, ripping more fabric. I actually heard it, but no one else did. They were concentrating on the music. Any other time I would be, too. I loved classical guitar, but I only heard ümraniye escort bayan it with half an ear tonight. Tonight I had other priorities.

I could wiggle my finger easily now, and I dug deeper, forcing the whole length of middle finger deep inside your warmth. I felt you move in response to the intimate assault, slumping almost imperceptibly in your seat. I varied the speed: slow and as deep inside your vagina as I could reach, then fast and light stimulation of the outside of your slick pussy lips.

You were fully wet now, and it wasn’t the rhapsody of the music that caused you to close your eyes. People around you may have thought you were shifting your body slightly rhythmically to the music, and you were, but the beat was mine. I had found I could touch your clitoris if I extended my middle finger as far as I could and shoved it forward. Now I was rubbing that throbbing little bump and watching your legs twitch in the dim light, faster and faster they twitched, faster and faster you breathed, until….until….nothing. I stopped. I felt your hot glare upon me, then turned and smiled, my eyes laughing at yours. The corners of your mouth twitched for a moment as you fought the urge to smile. Your face changed slightly, just fractions of an inch, but I knew what you were asking: Finish me. Please let me come.

I thought about it for a while as I slowly caressed the soft inside of your vagina with my finger. Thought about your sweet pussy and the aching caused by my finger. Thought about how lovely you looked, how feminine your attire, what sweet curves your breasts made. I thought about what new way I could tease your clitoris with my hand. I felt your body go stiff with frustration and I felt you kick me again. But I laughed silently. The music was good, the night was lovely, and, with you stewing for another hour or so, I would have something delicious to eat when I got home.

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(This is an entry in the “Winter Holidays” Contest for 2013. Just a heads-up: though this submission stands on its own as a complete story for purposes of the contest, I will be posting an additional follow-up story with these characters in the relatively near future. In the meantime, please enjoy!)

CHAPTER 1 — Dance With the One That Brung Ya’

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SHANE

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Most of my coworkers spent the day grumbling about the fact that they all had to come into the office on Christmas Eve. Everyone was so distracted by thoughts of hearty family dinners, mysterious pretty boxes, and little pine trees wrapped up with blinking lights, that hardly any work got done all day. But working on Christmas had never really bothered me. My parents had passed away a few years earlier, I had no siblings or extended family to speak of, and I’d never been particularly a religious sort of fellow in the first place. As far as I was concerned, I wasn’t missing anything by putting in a few extra hours at the office.

Problem was, I wasn’t concentrating on my work, either. Not because of the Christmas spirit, but because of the new girl sitting at the cubicle beside mine, her gorgeous figure a constant fixture in my peripheral vision.

To use the parlance of my ancestors, Tracy was a “honey.” Sandy brown hair, enormous green eyes, and a playful, girl-next-door smile that conjured images of Homecoming dances and first kisses at summer camp. Her disproportionately large breasts—currently filling out a festive holiday sweater—were so spectacular that I imagined they would jump-start the puberty process for every boy lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her in profile. No doubt she’d broken a lot of hearts growing up.

I glanced back at my computer and let out an audible laugh when I realized just how pathetically little work I’d managed to get done.

“What’s so funny?” Tracy asked, peeking into my cubicle.

“Nothing, I’m just having trouble keeping myself on-task today.”

“Too excited about the holidays?”

I shrugged. People always acted weird when I told them I didn’t celebrate Christmas. Like it meant I had some personal vendetta against all joy, everywhere in the world. When a young, single guy with no living family doesn’t celebrate Thanksgiving, nobody bats an eye. But Christmas? What sort of monster doesn’t like Christmas?!

Over the years, I’d basically mastered the art of the non-answer to such questions:

“Actually, I generally like keep things pretty low-key. How about you?”

“No plans,” she said a bit dejectedly.

That caught me by surprise.

“Really?”

“I usually spend it with my brother, but he’s deployed overseas this year, and my best friend is gonna be busy hanging out with this new guy she’s dating, so—yeah, no plans.”

“No way, that’s awesome!” I said. Tracy raised an eyebrow at my callous enthusiasm, so I hurriedly clarified: “Not the fact that you don’t have plans—that’s not what’s awesome. I mean, it’s awesome for me. Or, I mean, it could be.”

Fuck. It’d been years since I’d gotten this tongue-tied over a pretty girl. I made a goofy, self-deprecating face, and tried one last time:

“What I’m TRYING to say is—”

“Trying and failing,” she teased.

“—Is that I don’t have any Christmas plans, either. So, if you’re not doing anything, maybe we can hang out.”

“Ah, I see,” she flashed me a coy smile. “Would this ‘hanging out’ you describe involve, like, a date of some kind?”

“Sure, if that’s what you want.”

She tapped her pencil thoughtfully on her knee, considering my offer while her eyes gave me the once-over. I held my breath, wondering what she thought of me. My appearance has always been kind of polarizing when it comes to the opposite sex. To half the women in the world, I’m invisible. The “nice guy.” “Not bad.” A “teddy bear.”

To the other half, I apparently look like a movie star. I provoke sighs of longing, secret love letters, and doodles in diaries surrounded by dozens of hearts.

Doesn’t make sense to me, either. I guess it’s like how cilantro tastes like soap to some people. I just hoped Tracy didn’t see Teddy Ruxpin when she looked at me.

“Tell you what,” She said, at last. “Remember how I said my friend is gonna be busy hanging out with some guy? Well, she invited me to tag along, but I didn’t want to be a third wheel.”

“I see. But if you show up with me…”

“Exactly, then it’s not awkward. How would you feel about doing, like, a double date thing with the two of them? My friend Ria is awesome, and this guy Connor she met is supposedly pretty cool, too.”

“Hey, a double date sounds good to me. Long as the word ‘date’ is in there somewhere.”

“Great!” she chirped. “You can pick me up at seven.”

Glowing inside, I turned back to my desk and spent the next hour utterly failing to get any work done. Maybe I was gonna have a Merry Christmas, after all. How many times do you get to go out with a girl like Tracy?

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RIA

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How erenler escort bayan many times do you get to go out with a stud like Connor? I mean, seriously, he’s just so damn yummy, head to toe. Those eyes, those dimples, muscles on muscles on muscles… I’d been horny pretty much non-stop since he asked me out last week. And now, with less than an hour to go before our date—

Where the fuck was my straightening iron?! Seriously, I always kept it in the same spot, and it had no business abandoning me in my moment of need.

Aargh!

I plopped onto the bed—deep breath—calm down, Ria. I’d remember where I put it if I could just stop thinking about Connor’s big strong arms for like two seconds.

Overnight bag! Yes, from last weekend!

Victorious, I ironed the frizz out of my long, dark hair—damn you, winter climate—and put the finishing touches on my appearance:

Hair? Check. Killer eye-shadow? Check. Badass leather jacket? Check. Sexy new bra and underwear? Double-check. I typically didn’t give it up on a first date, but a girl can never be too prepared.

The doorbell rang and I did an excited little dance on my way downstairs.

As I passed by the family photo on the wall, I said a quick Christmas prayer for Mama and Papa in heaven. I may be a middling/poor Catholic—not sure I believe any of it, anymore—but there are some things about the way I was brought up that still feel right, regardless.

“Wish me luck, guys,” I said.

Then I opened the door and smiled at the scrumptious stud-muffin standing on my front porch.

I admit, I was a bit let down to see how casually Connor had dressed for our date—blue jeans and a faded bomber jacket—and he hadn’t brought me flowers or anything (sue me, I’m old-fashioned). Still, he was definitely the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on, and my mind was already racing ahead to what we might be getting up to later on in the evening.

“Hey there, handsome!” I beamed.

“Hey Ria! You look… very, very hot.” His eyes were already going everywhere, checking me out.

That horny voice in the back of my head suggested skipping our plans altogether and just inviting Connor up to my bedroom right then and there—but I really did want the chance to get to know him better first, and I’d already promised Tracy that we’d make it a double date with her and some supposedly “gorgeous” guy named Shane she’d met at work.

Plus, who can say no to cotton candy?

The four of us arranged to meet up at a big holiday-themed carnival that had been set up in the center of town. Bright lights, fried food, and a menagerie of those whirl-a-puke roller coaster things. It was a bit chilly to be outside, but I figured I could always warm myself by snuggling up against Connor.

“Ria!”

I spun to see Tracy running towards me through the crowd, drawing everyone’s attention with the way her porno-sized boobs bounced around beneath her sweater. I loved that girl to death, but damn if she didn’t know what a spectacle she made when she did that.

She wrapped me up in a big, friendly hug, and then—

Her eyes glazed over when she saw Connor. Not that I could blame her, exactly, but if you ask me she was looking at him a little harder than she really needed to. And Connor was checking HER out a little more than he needed to, as well. Not that I could really blame him, either. I’ve got a pretty decent set of curves, but my bra-size doesn’t register nearly as far up into the alphabet as Tracy’s does.

Still, those two could have at least been subtle about it. You dance with the one that brung ya’, right?

“Ahem,” I said, breaking the spell. “Trace, where’s YOUR date?”

“Huh? Oh right! Shane. I ran ahead when I saw you. He’s right back there.”

Typical Tracy, ditching her date five seconds into the evening. The girl was a total sweetie, but she could be so clueless sometimes. I followed her gaze to discover a very average-looking guy hurrying to join us. This was her “gorgeous” man from the office? Average height, average build—really the only thing special at all about him was the color of his eyes. They were a sparkling blue-green, like the abalone necklace my mom used to wear when I was a kid.

Fine, maybe he was a bit better than average-looking, I don’t know. But definitely not as sexy as Tracy had described him over the phone. Not like my Connor.

“Nice to meet you,” he said. His smile was sweet and earnest, a far cry from the playful smirk Connor always wore.

Shane turned his attention back to Tracy and said, “Here, some guy was selling these over by the hotdog stand. Merry Christmas.”

To my chagrin, he handed her a bouquet of flowers.

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SHANE

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I’d gotten a little miffed that Tracy had just bolted ahead of me through the crowd like that, and then a little more miffed when I’d finally spotted her making goo-goo eyes at her friend’s date, and then a little MORE miffed when I’d realized said guy looked like dudullu escort bayan exactly the sort of bloke who used to throw me in the dumpster every day in the 7th grade.

But, thankfully, I realized I was being stupid. I hadn’t even met these people yet, and I was already talking myself into having another downer of a Christmas. Well, not this year! This year I was going to have some fun, maybe make a few friends, and, if Santa Clause was feeling a bit generous later tonight, even go home with Tracy.

Once we’d all broken the ice by surviving a ride on the Tilt-O-Tron, the four of us actually hit it off amazingly well. It helped that we all had one big thing in common: none of us had anyone to share the holidays with. Ria and I had both lost our parents, Connor wasn’t on speaking terms with his family, and Tracy’s was overseas.

“So then, you guys know what it’s like!” Connor laughed. “To tell someone you’re not celebrating Christmas and watch them freak out. Like, they’re worried you’re gonna go door to door and tear down all the mistletoe or something.”

It hadn’t been fair of me to dismiss Connor as a “dumb jock” the way I had at first. Despite our differences (he was an amateur kick-boxer who played fantasy football, I was an aspiring painter who played World of Warcraft), we got along like we’d been friends for years. We didn’t see eye-to-eye on much of anything, but sometimes a buddy you can have a good-natured argument with is more fun than a buddy whose brain works the exact same way yours does. Even if the girls hadn’t been there, I probably would have still had a fun evening, just hanging with Connor.

But, although my first impression of Connor had proven incorrect, my first impression of Tracy’s friend Maria (or “Ria,” as she liked to be called), was irrefutable: the girl was a knockout. Short, slender, and sultry. Deep, dark eyes and bronze Latin skin. Tiny waist, terrific butt, and perky, perfect tits. She probably could have been a model, if she wasn’t five feet tall.

Ria was every bit as sexy as my own date, but while Tracy’s impossible curves looked almost like an exaggeration, Ria looked more “real.” She acted more real, too. Fun as Tracy was to talk to, she had her head in the clouds half the time. That girlish energy was cute, but it was also hard for me to really connect with. Ria, on the other hand, was down to earth and just plain cool. She always looked you right in the eye during a conversation.

“How long have you two girls been friends for?” I asked.

They exchanged a quick glance, and then Ria answered, “It’s gotta be seven years now. Back in college, we used to waitress for the same restaurant.”

“Which restaurant?” Connor asked.

Ria shrugged, “Just some tacky sports bar.”

Tracy was biting her lip, clearly fighting the urge to say more. I spun to my date, looked into her gorgeous green eyes, and asked, “Okay, what isn’t she telling us?”

“Nothing!” she giggled.

“‘Nothing’ my ass. Come on, what’s the big deal?”

“It was a Hooters!” Tracy blurted out, grinning wickedly.

I blinked. For at least a minute, all I could think about was how insanely fucking hot Ria and Tracy must have looked wearing those skin-tight Hooters uniforms over their young, voluptuous bodies: That white tank-top stretched to the limit over Tracy’s phenomenal breasts. Those bright orange short-shorts hugging up against the cheeks of Ria’s firm, squeezable butt.

Their tip money must have been off the charts.

“Wish I could have been a customer,” Connor teased.

Ria blushed, giving Tracy the evil eye for telling us.

“Oh whatever!” Tracy chirped. “We were nineteen years old and it was an adventure. I’ve got no regrets.”

But Ria was clearly embarrassed, and I felt bad for bringing up. So, before Connor and Tracy could utter another wise crack, I changed the subject:

“Who’s up for another ride on one of these haphazardly-assembled Carnie death traps?”

While the Tracy and Connor started arguing over which ride looked the most dangerous, Ria turned in my direction and mouthed a silent “thank you.” Warmth flooded though my chest.

It was an odd moment for me. Ever since that afternoon, Tracy had been all I could think about. I’d been fantasizing non-stop about where our date tonight might lead—imagining my first glimpse of her incredible, nude body—or the sweet expression on her wholesome face as she devoured the length of my cock—or the way she would moan while I grabbed onto her big, swinging tits and fucked her doggy-style on my bed.

And yet, as the night wore on, I found myself thinking more and more about her friend, instead. After a few hours, Tracy’s incredible body seemed somehow less important than Ria’s incredible smile.

“She’s stunning, isn’t she?” Tracy whispered in my ear.

“Huh?”

“Ria. You keep staring at her.”

“Oh! Uh, yeah, she’s pretty. I guess.”

My date gave me a knowing grin and I kicked myself for being beykoz escort bayan so classless. Here I was, lucky enough to be on a date with a fun, sexy girl like Tracy, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her friend. What the hell was wrong with me? It’s not like Ria was interested in me; she had her own man to fawn over. A guy who made me look like Jimmy Olsen, in comparison.

By ten o’clock, most of the families with small children had left the carnival to head home. I watched a family of three walk past us—two blissful but exhausted parents carrying their tuckered-out eight-year old. To your average person, it was an adorable sight. Just another Hallmark moment. But to me—

“It sucks, doesn’t it?” Ria asked.

She was watching the all-too-happy family, as well.

“I used to think their birthdays would be the worst,” Ria continued, “but on Christmas—”

I nodded, “On Christmas, you can’t get away from it. Everywhere you look, it’s ‘FAMILY, FAMILY, FAMILY,’ in bright fucking lights.”

The all-too-familiar twisting stomach pain I always got when I thought about my parents’ deaths reared its ugly head. I looked back over at Ria and asked, “Were you close to them?”

“Puerto Rican parents with only one child? Oh yeah. You?”

“Not so much.”

Her eyes met mine. “You think that made it easier?”

“Maybe. But it kills me to think I didn’t take advantage of the time I had with them.”

Ria looked away into space, considering my words for a moment, then sidled back over to Connor, who was so busy arranging the condiments on his nachos that he hadn’t heard a word we’d said. I was happy to let the matter drop, not wanting to spoil the fun of our double date with any more unwelcome memories.

For the next hour, the disparity between Connor and myself became even more evident as we playfully competed in a succession of silly carnival games. Connor could kick my ass at anything sports-related (like fast-balling a stack of leaden milk bottles) whereas I proved triumphant at everything requiring delicacy (pub-darting a brightly colored balloon).

At the start of the games, things went pretty much as you’d expect, with our respective dates rooting for each of us appropriately. But when Connor stripped off his bomber jacket to swing a rubber mallet at the High Striker, Tracy let out a wolf-whistle:

“Whoo! Come on, Connor!”

“Hey!” Ria let out a cry of mock indignation. “You don’t get to cheer for my date!”

“I wasn’t cheering for him, I was cheering for his arms.”

I let it slide. After all, my eyes had spent a good chunk of the night focused on Ria.

When we moved onto the next event—bouncing ping pong balls into jars of water—Ria got her revenge by cheering for me instead of Connor. With years of beer pong experience under my belt, I easily defeated my much larger opponent, and figured it was only fair to give Ria the prize:

“Alright!” She pumped her fist in victory. “A half-dead baby goldfish in a bag. Just what I always wanted!”

We named our goldfish “Pete.”

From that moment on, the wires were crossed for our little group. Tracy cheered Connor, and Ria cheered me. By the time our money ran out, the girls had literally switched sides, and I got very comfortable with Ria hanging onto my arm. Each time I won, she’d reward me with a hug, pressing her soft, sexy little body up against me. We were all just being silly, of course, but I secretly really enjoyed all the attention I was getting from Tracy’s beautiful friend. Even if it was only pretend.

Finally, with more tacky stuffed animals than we could reasonably carry around the carnival, Connor and I briefly left the girls behind while we went to stash the prizes in our cars.

“Holy shit,” he whispered to me, once we were out of earshot of the girls. “Those ladies are gorgeous.”

“No kidding. You’re a lucky guy, Connor. Ria seems really cool.”

“Oh, she’s amazing,” he agreed. “Stopping by her office is the best part of my week. But—”

“But what?”

“Listen, I know I’m a dick for saying this, but Tracy is just so much fun. And SO hot.”

I stopped at my car, depositing all the carnival prizes in my trunk. I tried to sound casual as I asked:

“Are you saying Tracy’s more your type?”

“No! I don’t know. I’m just saying it’d be pretty horrible to have to choose between the two of them, wouldn’t it?”

I nodded in agreement, and Connor quietly asked, “Why, are you more interested in Ria?”

A voice in my head screamed “YES,” but I wasn’t sure I believed it. I really, really liked Ria. That much I knew for sure. It even felt like there was already some kind of connection between us, though we’d only just met a few hours ago. She was genuine and intriguing and relatable—and beautiful enough to write songs about.

But I dreaded to think that I might be turning down an opportunity for some hot, sweaty holiday sex with Tracy.

“I don’t know,” I said at last. “But it doesn’t matter. I doubt either of those girls would appreciate it if we told them we wanted to switch dates at the last second.”

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RIA

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Tracy looked fit to burst. After all our years of friendship, I’d learned how to spot the signs when she got too horny for her own good—and right now she was bordering on manic. Something told me Shane was going to be a very lucky boy indeed come Christmas morning.

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